Title: Beg, My Sweet
» Part 3 of Rolled Sleeves [Part 1 | Part 2]
Pairing: Snape x Fem!Reader
POV: Second, Reader
Setting: Hogwarts, Potions classroom, late evening
A/N: Hi there darlings 🙈🥰 It's been a while, huh? Last time we left you and Severus in quite the state... And, I did receive some wishes for another part of this story so now that I had an absolute craving for writing some Sev-Smut I jumped right back into this story 🤭👏 I hope you've been doing well and that you're excited to read some more! 🖤
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Tags/TW’s: Sub/Dom, Bondage, Physical Restriction, Submission, Penetration, Fingering, Light Aftercare, Orgasm Denial, Slight Breath Play, Ownership, Collaring (This is not tagged as BDSM since it does not follow the rules, restrictions, or etiquette of BDSM.)
Word Count: 3.1k+
Recap: ...The groaned moan he let lose sent you over the edge and you quivered, your muscles were spasming while your inner walls clenched around the maddening void.
You whimpered and closed your eyes despite not wanting to do so as his glorious face set in soft lines of pleasure was there for you to witness while everything felt out of order, misplaced and toppled over within you. Your world was being rocked in the most profound, life-altering manner. All with just his unbelievable control, his domination executed in a way more perfect than you could ever have imagined. The pleasure in your soul rivalled that of your convulsing body in the throws of ecstasy.
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Your heart roared, and every inch of you ached in pleasure while you starved for his touch. You were locked in his magic and the tight hold of your hair, unable to move a single muscle while you felt your insides writhe with the need to physically convulse on the outside. No more than a shudder managed to rake through your muscles in a visible manner though.
“Little one,” Severus said and you looked up at him in a daze. His hand stroked its way from the back of your head to your cheek before the back of his fingers graced your heated skin gently. His cock still rested semi-erect within your messy mouth while your dripping cunt cried for him.
“Such sweetness,” he said calmly while his finger stroked away a salty tear before he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and swallowed the remains of his cum. “Professor,” you exhaled in a whimper, like the needy little sub you were for him. “You’re still breathing,” he said, almost with disapproval in that baritone voice of his. “Perhaps, I have not done well enough. Perhaps my cum is not enough to drown you, little one,” he continued and your eyes widened ever so slightly at the darkness within his as he nearly smirked.
He flicked his wand and you inhaled deeply with a gasp as the restraint disappeared. You slumped forward, barely having enough time to reach out your hands before you would have crumbled face-first atop the cold stone.
Severus crouched before you and you managed to raise your head a second before his chilly hand grasped your chin, his rough fingers harsh against your skin yet it felt like he held back — his fingers softer than what they could have been. But, you were too enamoured by the way his eyes sought to devour you to fully notice the care in his hold — the offer of support in it.
“You have no idea what despicable things I wish to do to you, my sweet,” he said in half a growl bordering on a murmur. “P-professor,” you said quietly while your eyes flicked between his. “Sir…” “Stand,” he simply ordered and released you while straightening up to his full height, towering above you with those arms still on display by the rolled sleeves.
You tried to rise, tried to force your shaky legs to obey but the need in your flesh, the desperation flooding your veins left you a mess on the hard floor chilling your burning skin. You panted and pushed yourself upwards, forced your legs to straighten while you reached out a hand to stabilise yourself with the desk you’d gripped so fiercely but a few moments ago when he’d first rolled up that white shirt and wrecked you instantly.
“Stand,” he demanded while your quivering legs had nothing on the ache in your core. I-, I can’t… “Little one,” he whispered right by your ear, startling a gasp out of you. “Disobedience displeases me, greatly, my sweet…” The severity of his voice, the rumbling demand within the tone, sent a shiver along your spine. The control he spoke with caused havoc to shake you within.
You pushed against the desk and stood up, your legs like noodles beneath you yet you managed to remain standing with your eyes hooking on the buttons of his vest. “Good,” he said, and that one word made you feel things not suitable to name out loud. “Now, let’s see how well you hold up,” he continued and your hands grasped at something wrapped around your throat. You could feel it yet there was nothing there for your fingers to claw at despite the cinching sensation.
You gasped for breath, only half able to breathe while your fingers scratched at your throat and adrenaline shot through your veins. “You will never come to harm in my care,” Severus said before he stepped back from you. “Feel it,” he commanded and your fingers stopped clawing, they simply rested around your constricted throat while he looked at you with something you could only describe as boundless want.
As you allowed the sensation to fully develop, to be sensed without panic, you discovered you could breathe with deliberate effort. “Accept it,” he said silkily, his eyes raking your body — lingering on your exposed breasts still sticky with his cum. “S..Sir,” you managed to squeeze out and his lips lifted in half a small smile, he looked approving of your small voice and you relaxed further as his control shined in those onyx eyes seeking to drown you in dark want.
He flicked his wand. Buttons scattered and seams ripped. Your clothes fell away from your body while your hands were raised above your head before invisible bonds held them in place.
Your eyes widened as something wrapped around your ankles and forced your legs to part. Your soaked cunt was fully exposed to the cold air yet it offered no reprieve from the burn within you. Your breathing turned shallower, you struggled more and more to fully fill your lungs but the thing around your neck wasn’t the issue. The smirking man with a cosmos of pleasure in his eyes was.
The invisible bonds of magic around your ankles and wrists tightened and stretched you into an X in the middle of the classroom. The fumes of the cauldron made the air thick and your brain turned muddled as your body ached and screamed for his touch — as it had done for longer than you could truly bear now that he was so close.
Severus moved closer, each step an ominous thud while your hands clenched and your knees buckled under your need. The light sound of wood against wood forced you to focus your eyes, his wand lay abandoned atop the desk next to you while his fingers undid the buttons of his vest. Your already shallow breathing turned ragged.
“For such a long time, you have taunted me,” he said in a harsh drawl. “Flicking with your gaze, biting that lip of yours,” he continued while laying the garment next to his wand. “Strutting about the castle with that body clad in far too tight clothes. Lowering your gaze when meeting mine in such a tormenting manner.” “Sir,” you exhaled. “Quiet,” he demanded while he tugged loose his cravat and undid the first button of his white shirt.
You bowed your head under his harsh command, softening your shoulders as he took full control of the situation and your body. I’ve dug my heart’s grave, you thought in defeat as you realized there was more than your submission offered here and you had no idea if there was more offered by him than his dominance in this one little moment. Your physical nudity suddenly meant very little when you felt exposed beyond measure as his eyes traversed every part of you — you could feel his viewing of you on a soulful plain.
“I have been patient, kind to let you pass by time and time again,” he said when his hand stroked your cheek calmly. How you wished that touch to be elsewhere. “No more,” he declared and your head jerked up, your eyes meeting his instantly as he stood so utterly close. “Accept it,” he demanded while you felt the thing around your neck squeeze in pulses matching his tone.
You tugged on the restraint when his hand left your cheek. “Please,” you whimpered while your peaked nipples grew too taut, your core too achingly empty, and your skin too starved of his chilly touch. “Beg, little one,” he said. “Beg, for me to touch you as my entire self has begged for you to crumble under my fingertips.”
You moaned and whimpered as he stepped even closer, if you inhaled as deep as when the buttons had popped your breasts would have graced his chest. But there was no chance for you to do so. “Beg, my sweet,” he demanded and you whimpered while your thighs attempted to close, to rub against one another and offer your clit some friction, but you were bound too tightly.
You sought his eyes, sought to watch him devour you without a single touch but his harsh gaze forced you to bow your head. To surrender. “Please,” you whispered. “Please, Sir… Please, touch me. I-, I beg you…” you whimpered while tears began to drip from your chin. “My sweet…” he said quietly but there was no touch to be felt. “Sir, please, please, oh please,” you whimpered while your body burned and quivered under his glare.
You gasped as something materialized around your throat. The pressure, the squeezing, ended and something thin and cold laid itself against your skin. “You are mine,” he whispered and kissed the shell of your ear. “Now feel just what I do to things under my fingertips, in my grasp.”
His hands stroked up along your sides, the chill of his skin sending instant goosebumps all over your body while you jerked your head up. Meeting his gaze, your breath faltered despite the freeing of your airways. The pride shining in his eyes had you on the verge of crumbling. “My good girl,” he mused when his hands cupped your heavy breasts, his thumbs toying with your nipples in slow circles deriving a suffocated moan from you.
You whimpered and moaned as his hands abandoned your breasts, moving down along your hips until he slides them in between your parted thighs. Your body jerked, your head throwing back of its own accord as he pushes them further apart. His fingers skimmed the outside of your folds, sending jolts of burning pleasure through you as you tugged on the restraints. “My sweet, such need you are utterly drenched in,” he mused with the hint of a chuckle as his finger skimmed your seam in a shallow manner. “Haaa—” “You have caused me such trouble, such sleepless nights,” he said quietly, the drone of his voice as shallow as his fingers grazing your aching clit. “Please, please,” you whimpered and he cupped your cunt but stilled as you tensed all over. “Quiet,” he said as his hand hardened. “I wish to enjoy this. Your whimpering makes my cock weep,” he declared with such severity in his voice one could have thought he spoke of life and death.
“I-, I’m s-sorry, Sir,” you stuttered between gasps as the tip of his finger entered you and you saw stars. “Look at me, little one,” he said and your eyes fluttered for a moment before you managed to find his. “Good girl,” he praised and your heart soared when his hand softened and his finger dove deeper.
He tortured you, leisure strokes only egging you on further. He turned you into a panting mess — your chest too tight, your skin set aflame, your nerves and muscles tangled up into unyielding knots of desperation and need. The room filled up with your heaving breaths, your suffocated moans and whimpers as his fingers played you perfectly. Two inside you while his thumb moved over and around your clit in measured motions perfect for torture of the sweetest, damnedest kind.
“Look what you do to me,” he said and your eyes lowered only to see his cock looking hard to the point of pain while it rested in his hand. “I’ll have you squeeze me dry while you come, little one.” “Sir…” Your breath caught in your throat and you whimpered as his hand abandoned you. “Beg, my sweet. Beg, and I shall let you come,” he said with finality and demand.
You begged. You begged through a choked breath for him to make you come. You begged for the pleasure, begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you. The next second the magical bonds around your wrists moved, pulled you forward and down while Severus moved behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist — holding you up while his warm cock nested itself between your cheeks behind.
He leaned forward as you were stretched in the same direction. The buttons of his shirt shimmied over your bare back before his weight landed and he squeezed your midsection gently. “Say my name,” he whispered. “Sir?” you asked in a whimper while his cock situated itself between your buttocks. “Say my name, little one. Not Sir, not Professor, my name,” he demanded. “S-Severus.” “Fuck.” “Severus…” you exhaled quietly and he groaned while his cock pulsed against you as you relaxed. Feeling his name roll off your tongue in a warm caress of affection for the man holding you, who made you tremble and burn while your heart ached for him.
“Your wet cunt has been in my dreams,” he confessed while the myriad of fantasies and dreams of him you’d had swirled like a haze at the back of your mind — not measuring up to reality in the slightest. “Yet, you far outweigh any conjuring of my dark mind, my sweet. Let us see if that dripping cunt milks me dry as fast as I believe,” he hummed, and despite his confession — the declaration that you held control and power over him — his control far outweighed any and all things at that moment. His entire body was stiff and still, only his slightly quicker breaths and solid cock hinting at his excitement and you rejoiced at it — his control the exact thing you had always dreamt of, always needed, always wished for.
His body straightened behind you and you were jolted out of the relaxed haze when the tip of his cock moved down along your seam until he pushed at your opening. You jerked as he began to slide in, feeling your insides strain to accommodate his girth. “Haaa—” Your body tensed as he kept pushing. “You are perfection,” he groaned as he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you up and pulling you back while he pushed forward.
Once he was halfway, your soaked walls yielded and he slid in without hindrance. A hissed breath left him while you moaned and pushed back even more, hanging on the bonds around your wrists to offer support as he claimed you fully. “Perfection,” he groaned. “Please, please let me come,” you moaned as sweat dripped from your eyebrows and nose. You were at your limit. Crossing every line you’d ever reached before. “No, your pleasure is mine to gift.”
He withdrew and slid back in, a slow pace started as he tortured you with leisure and steadiness. Each stroke was a hellish touch of pleasure. Each thrust deliberate and calculated, each hardening of his fingers, each motion within his full control. You were beyond turned on, beyond the point of breaking as tears mixed and mingled with your sweat and there was nothing holding your trembling body beyond him and his magic.
“You are doing so good,” he praised, his breathing harder than before. “Please, Severus,” you said as he upped the pace, thrusting into you with vigour a second later. You moaned as his cock filled you perfectly, his once chilly fingers now warmed by your contact and gripping you harder. “Say my name,” he demanded through clenched teeth and you said it like a choked blessing. Your orgasm was kept at bay by his control of your body, the lack of his allowance for it to happen.
Your entire body turned rigid as he upped the pace to a pounding, a relentless claiming that had you screaming out. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come, sweet one.”
There was no world. No stars or air. The oceans and heavens turned to nothing as your orgasm rocked your entire existence. There was nothing but his throbbing cock and your shaking body. Nothing but his groans of pleasure and your screams of ecstasy. Nothing but your muscles’ spasms and the absolute bliss of pleasure crashing over you — drowning you.
You couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t form any words or sounds as you sagged like a ragdoll within his grip. “Such a good girl,” he praised while he pulled you against his body. “My sweet little one,” he said with reverence in his baritone voice but you were barely aware of it. The pleasure, the exhaustion, the tension leaving your body too consuming. The only sensation allowed beyond the pleasure making you lax was that of his strong body holding you harshly. “Little one,” he murmured with his nose buried in your hair, “let me care for you.”
You were barely aware of the bonds disappearing, his firm arms hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, before the swaying of his steps nearly lulled you to sleep. A creaking sound reached your ears before a light thud and you were laid down atop something soft. “Let’s clean you up,” he said quietly by your ear and in the next second you felt all moisture and stickiness disappear. “You did so well,” he continued while you felt something heavy drape over your body. You wanted to open your eyes, to view him and talk with him and be with him but you were wholly incapable of moving a single muscle. You held on to consciousness by your thoughts' nails alone.
The mattress beneath you dipped, the heavy cover was lifted and you were suddenly in heaven as chilly, naked skin with a soft dusting of hair pressed against your back. You snuggled closer with what little energy you had and Severus kissed your exposed neck. The light thing around your throat that had first been cold was barely there to be felt any longer, acclimated to your body temperature.
“You are mine, for all time to come, little one.” You hummed at his words as the world fell away when he stroked the thing around your neck with tender fingers before kissing your shoulder only to draw the cover up all the way while pulling you as close as you could possibly be. You had never felt contentment in such a way before. Heaven had nothing on the feeling of being in his arms, sated and held with gentle strength.
“To think all I had to do was roll up my sleeves for you,” he chuckled while you lay on the brink between sleep and wakefulness. “Had I known, you would have been mine months ago. My sweet one. How I would have begged for you…”
You drifted away in a velvety bliss none could ever measure up to while his hands and lips caressed all your aching muscles and pleasure mingled with the hurt you wished to experience all over again.
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