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Warnings: smut! 18+, vampire/witch sex, biting, blood drinking, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of pain, memories of past smut, jealous/possessive Severus, dirty talk, grinding, sort of bratty reader, kind of mean!dom Severus, overstim, arguing, rough sex, creampie, and aftercare.
A/N: Thank you to everyone for engaging with this fic. This is the last chapter.
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Chapter 6
The problem with living in a sentient castle was that Hogwarts was more likely to respond to your feelings than your thoughts. When the students dispersed into their respective common rooms, you thought some time in your private quarters would be a nice way to unwind from a long day and you would be able to deal with Severus’ unusual behaviour tomorrow with a clear mind.
The plan was good. But it was only after you stepped off the staircase that usually led to the Great Hall that you realised three things. The first: it was Friday, the second: you were centimetres away from stepping into the dungeons and the third: the Great Staircase always changed on a Friday.
Biting your tongue to refrain from cursing Hogwarts’ meddling and because there were a handful of students lingering in the dimmer corridors, you steeled your nerves, held your head high and walked through the corridors to Severus’ office.
“I’m just going to drop off this container,” you promised yourself. “Otherwise he won’t take a break to eat.”
A flash of a memory of Severus between your thighs in the Room of Requirement had heat pooling in your groin. Shoving that memory to the side and choosing to focus on the hurt you felt when he walked away from you earlier today, and you knew he heard you calling his name, you took the last few steps to Severus’ office.
Your fist trembled as you raised it to knock on his door and when you knocked, it sounded too low for your ears. “Though that doesn’t mean Severus’ wouldn’t have-”
Just as you were debating whether to knock a second time, the office door swung inward. Taking the open door as an invitation and justifying to yourself that Severus intentionally opened the door because on some level, he wanted you near him was enough to push you forwards.
The potions master was at his desk correcting essays and when it registered that he was doing such a mundane task, you felt anger bubble up inside you.
“This is what you were in such a hurry to do?” You scoffed, narrowing your eyes when he didn’t move to acknowledge you.
“You are not the centre of the universe. Life continues on without you,” Severus replied without taking his eyes off the parchment he was correcting and dipping his quill into his ink so he could continue writing.
“It may continue.” You allowed, dipping your hand into your pocket and withdrawing the container that had been consistently digging into your ribs. When the box sat flat in your palm, you magically pushed it through the air and deposited it on the wooden desk in front of him. “But that doesn’t mean you’re enjoying it. There’s a big difference between being alive and living.”
Severus ignored the newest item on his desk, “If all you have to offer is meaningless platitudes and the joy of your presence, perhaps you’d be better off spending your time with Lupin.”
“If you bothered to use the common sense you claim to possess, you would remember that I’ve been at Hogsmeade all day. With the students. I didn’t even know he came.”
“Don’t be foolish,” Severus snarled, finally giving up on marking the essay and shoving it to the side roughly. “There’s no way you couldn’t have felt it.”
“Felt what?” You frowned, puzzled. “Why do I get the feeling that he and I are talking about two differe-”
Your eyes widened as the meaning of Severus’ words sunk in. “This again?!”
“I thought we were past this.”
“Not according to Lupin.”
“Do you see him in here?!” You cried, your temper reaching boiling point. Striding over to Severus’ desk, you grabbed the chair on the opposite side of him and yanked it backwards so you could sit down. The chair legs scraped against the cobbled floor and vindictiveness reared its head when Severus flinched the tiniest amount.
Throwing yourself into the chair, you stared unblinkingly at him. “It wasn’t Remus I just spent three days with. Do you need a reminder who I chose? Are the fumes from the potions you brew affecting your memory? Perhaps you should see Poppy for a memory restoration potion. You might need several if you’re forgetting so much information. I suppose memory problems could be a symptom of age too. How long until age starts affecting other parts of you?”
“Close that smart mouth of yours,” Severus growled, banishing the half-marked essays onto the desk in his potions lab. His anger dulled slightly when he smelled the blancmange and his heart did a somersault when he came to the conclusion that you bought this especially for him. A dismissive flick of his hand and the dessert was now in the cold and currently empty chest in his lab that Severus used to store potions ingredients that required cooler temperatures.
“You didn’t have a problem with my mouth when my lips were around your cock and you were fucking my mouth,” you retorted, crossing your arms underneath your tits and pushing them up and temporarily disrupting Severus’ train of thought.
Then your words registered in his mind. Out of everything he expected you to say, he hadn’t anticipated on those words slipping out of your mouth. He meant to say, “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” but the potion’s master choked on his words as because of your matter-of-fact statement, a memory surfaced in his mind of your mouth around his cock and his fingers gripping the back of your head to guide your head. Every so often, his fingers would tug on the strands of your hair and you would let out a pleasured hum at the mildly painful sting.
“Don’t,” was all he could manage to gasp out. Despite himself, underneath the table, his clenched hands trembled with the urge to hold you close.
“Why?” You pressed, leaning over of the desk and with the visual in front of him his mind conjured a new image of you bent over his desk naked and Severus driving into you with his belt undone and his pants lowered just enough to free his cock.
The itch in his gums was enough to alert the vampire that his fangs were beginning to descend. Years ago, he rumours about vampires’ fangs descending when they were aroused or in the presence of their mates but Severus always dismissed them as fanciful tales devoid of any factual basis.
The vampire’s tongue brushed against the point of one of his canines as the fantasy in his head began to take on a more vivid quality. When he felt your weight settle into his lap, Severus cursed himself for the blip in his concentration even as his hands flew up to grab you by the hips as you settled on his lap, rocking your clothed centre against his groin.
Severus allowed himself a moment to be thankful that his door had an automatic locking charm on it. When he felt your arms drape themselves around his shoulders, Severus stiffed. “If you want me to leave, just be honest with me. Don’t push me away.”
Severus swallowed and his hands tightened their grip on your hips. His breath caught in his chest when you pressed yourself against him and breathed into his ear, “You’re telling me to stay and keep doing this?”
“Merlin,” thought Severus with a touch of exasperation as his pants tightened.
Just when he thought the situation couldn’t escalate further, you pulled back and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his face so that you could stare into his eyes. “Use your words, Severus.”
“Don’t you dare stop, you troublesome minx.” Severus used his grip on your hips to rock you back and forth on his growing erection. Your head fell back, exposing the flesh of your neck. Flesh that Severus had nipped and sucked until his heart’s content in the Room of Requirement. Despite the still-healing marks, glamoured marks on your neck, Severus longed to leave new bruises on you.
Closing the distance between you, he latched his lips to your neck, sucking harshly and delighting in the tiny whimpers that escaped your lips while your hips continued to rock against him. Pulling back to admire his handiwork, he watched, satisfied, as a dark bruise began to form.
“If I keep marking her, Lupin can’t.”
The thought spurred Severus on to remove one of his hands from your hip and skate it up your body. it came to a stop in your hair and with a firm yank, Severus pulled your head to the side so he could add more marks to your neck. Your whimpers were growing louder as Severus scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin. You raised a hand to your mouth to stifle your pleas and Severus released his grip on your hair.
“Your hand would be better suited elsewhere,” he snarled. Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, he guided it to his robes and down his torso. Warmth rushed to your cheeks as his hand continued to move lower.
Tapping into his enhanced strength, Severus lifted you off his lap and repositioned you on his thighs. Although his body protested at the sudden lack of friction, he urged your hand lower until your fingers gripped his clothed erection.
Severus stayed still, breathing raggedly and enjoying the feeling of your hand against his aching dick. You added a bit of pressure and Severus’ eyes slid closed, his head coming to rest against the headrest of his chair with a muffled thump. The sight of Severus biting his lip and teetering on the edge of control unlocked something in you and impulsively, you scooted forward. With a hand on his cheek, you pulled him into a kiss as you rolled your hips against the hard line of him.
Severus’ now burgundy eyes flew open when he felt your lips on his. He caved and kissed you back with fervour, tracing his tongue along the seam of your lips. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth to him even as your hips continued their rocking, and Severus moaned into your mouth at the dual sensations. Mindful of the fact that you need oxygen more than he does, Severus broke the kiss, staring unashamedly at you as your chest heaved while you tried to regain your breath.
“Why did you stop?” You whined, a note of petulance in your voice.
“Because I don’t want a dead mate in my arms.”
Just saying the word out loud sent a thrill through Severus. Mate. He had a mate. Your lips, swollen from his kiss looked so inviting and Severus reattached his lips to yours without a second thought. When you opened your mouth to him without any prompting, you felt a Severus’ hand tighten on your hip but when you ran the flat of your tongue over the points of his fangs, you felt Severus growl.
With a move too quick to see, Severus changed your positions so that your back was resting on the oak of his desk and a very aroused vampire was bracing himself over you with his hands pressed into the wood on either side of your upper arms and with his erection pressing into the inside of your thigh.
“Do that again and I will not be responsible for my actions.”
“Do what?” You asked innocently, and hooking your feet around his calves so the two of you were chest to chest.
“Minx,” he warned.
“Hold that thought,” you instructed. You reached for your magic and let it wash over you. If Severus blinked he would’ve missed the moment your clothing disappeared. “You were saying?”
With a ravenous moan, Severus wandlessly commanded his magic, needing to feel your soft skin against him. His outer robe slid off his shoulders and flew away to had itself in his wardrobe. One by one, the buttons on his frock coat undid themselves. The garment flew off to join his robe in the wardrobe and Severus was left in his undershirt and pants. The vampire’s mouth watered at the smell of your wetness clinging to your pussy and inner thighs.
The air changed, humming with intent and when Severus glimpsed the tiniest twitch of your fingers, he realised that you were about to reach for your clit. Giving into the temptation of his earlier daydream, he imagined his belt undoing itself and the zipper lowering on his pants. Your tongue darted out to trace over your lips as the underside of Severus’ cock became visible.
With an impatient magical shove, Severus’ pants fell to mid-thigh. But Severus wasn’t finished. He commanded his magic to wrap around you and flip you so that your chest was pressing into the solid wood. Fleetingly, Severus hoped it was strong enough to withstand what he was about to put it through.
Then you widened your legs to balance yourself and Severus found that he didn’t care about the state his desk would be in after he finished with you. All he wanted was to be inside your warm, wet pussy.
“Not fair,” you complained. “I wanted to watch you fuck me.”
Severus’ cock throbbed at your words, “You will.” He vowed darkly, “You’ll come on my cock until there’s nothing left for you to give me.”
You arched your back and raised your hips. Giving them a tantalising sway, you called over your shoulder, “Somet-”
Severus’ cock thrusted into you before you could finish your sentence ad this time it was your turn to gasp, your head falling forwards and your forehead resting on the able. “What’s the matter?” Severus asked with mock concern, “Fucked dumb already?”
“It’ll take more than that to shut me up.”
“I’m aware,” Severus set a punishing rhythm and your nails scraped at his desk as you tried to find something to hang onto. This felt so much better than his daydream. Already he could feel your walls tightening around him and from the wet sounds your pussy was making every time he thrusted into you, Severus was willing to bet that the surface of his desk would have stains on it from this encounter. Kicking your feet further apart, Severus widened his own stance and put more power behind his thrusts.
A muffled squeal told him that he hit the spot he was aiming for and the vampire chuckled. It was a low, throaty sound, full of promise. One of his hands made its way to your back and he added a careful amount of pressure so that you were sandwiched between him and his desk with nowhere to go as he continued thrusting. The force of his thrusts pushed your farther up tonto the table and when a strangled moan burst from your throat and you clenched around him, Severus realised that the change of position ensured that your nipples and clit rubbed against the surface of the desk which provided just enough friction to tip you over the edge.
Severus’ thrusting took on a desperate edge. The hand that was pressing into your back moved to hook around your waist and with a firm yank, you were upright with your back pressed into the vampire’s chest.
“You’re going to come again.”
“Can’t. ‘S too much.”
“You will.”
Severus’ fingers moved to circle your still swollen and sensitive clit. He rubbed the pad of his fingertip over it rapidly before slowing his pace and dragging his finger over the tense bud. Your nails dug into his arm and Severus doubled his efforts as his cock began to pulse.
“Take it. Take my cum,” Severus begged, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. The scream that burst of you bordered on inhuman as your body went rigid and your second climax washed over you.
Through the haze of pleasure, you felt Severus’s fangs pierce the thin, sensitive skin connecting your shoulder to your neck as his cum flooded your insides. “You said my wrist would be too obvious. What makes my neck any better?” You questioned weakly.
Severus hummed against your skin and retracted his canines before placing a kiss on the wound, “I’m no longer concerned about hiding my marks on you.” The potions master eased his softening dick out of you and you whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Severus shushed you softly, lifting you into his arms as your vision started to cloud over, “I’m here.” He soothed, carrying you into his bedroom. “You’re safe.”
“Stay,” you begged, raising your hands out to him as he turned away to his bathroom.
“I need to clean you up.”
“You’re a wizard, aren’t you?” You pouted, “Summon whatever you want when you’re in bed with me.”
Severus raised an eyebrow and said nothing. When your expression fell, he relented and climbed into bed next to you.
“We still need to talk about Remus,” you slurred, your eyelids sliding closed.
“We will,” Severus promised as he summoned a warm cloth and gently cleaned you up. “But not tonight,” he promised as your breathing evened out and you fell asleep. The vampire banished the cloth into the washing pile after he cleaned himself up and curled an arm around your shoulders.
You let out a soft sigh and snuggled closer to him.“Take that, Lupin.” Severus thought smugly before he too fell asleep.
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