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Random thought!

But just imagine 35 years old CEO Gojo Satoru falling in love with the young woman whom he hired to be his surrogate.

Desperate at this point to fulfill his role as CEO and the heir of his family clan, he knew he had no other choice but to find someone who would be willing to give birth to his child.

He thought his ex-wife was the one. After all, she was pregnant when they were still together. When the due date came around and Satoru heard that she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, he was over the moon until he saw the baby for himself.

He knew that that wasn't his baby. Blonde hair and green eyes? No one in his family had blonde hair and green eyes. So he asked for a DNA test. His ex-wife refused at first, but then she gave in, and when the test came back, the baby was 99.99%, not his child.

He was broken. He served her divorce papers the following day, and after everything he had done for her, this is how she chose to repay him. As if cheating wasn't enough, she had to get pregnant and gave birth to another man’s child.

So now here he is sitting in a cafe waiting for the surrogate.

...

You didn't have much of a choice. 26 years of age and still struggling to get your bachelor's degree just so that you could live a comfortable life and be financially stable.

But with the way things are right now, you knew that it was an impossible task to complete your final year. You could hardly manage to pay your school fee. You kept on getting rejection letters from student loans, and let's face it, you barely had time to study to even try to get a scholarship.

So now you're stuck looking for a quick and easy way to make money. You had little options, and prostitution just so happened to be one of them. And you almost turned to it, that's until you heard that a "rich" CEO was looking for a woman who was willing to give birth to his heir.

So now that's how you ended up in the situation to you're in currently. Nervously playing with your fingers as sat across from no other than Gojo Satoru.

"Your name is Y/N?"

"Yes, and you're Mr. Gojo Satoru."

He shook his head yes while taking a sip of his coffee. "I hope you don't mind meeting like this. I thought it would be better to meet in a more casual setting instead of my office. I don't want to intimidate you."

"That's fine, Mr. Gojo."

"Before we get started, are you sure you want to do this? I want you to be absolutely sure because once you sign the contract, there is no backing out of it."

You shook your head yes before responding, "it's something that I've thought about deeply, Mr. Gojo, and after reading through the contract a few times, I came to the conclusion that I would rather have a baby for a stranger who is willing pay to me more than what my school fee is worth than go and become a prostitute."

He was shocked by your words but said nothing of it. It wasn't his place to say anything or have any comment about your personal life.

"Well then, I guess we can go ahead and meet with our lawyers and sign the contract."

"Lawyers? I thought... I can't afford a lawyer right now," you said to him.

He chuckled, "I figured that that would be the case. No worries, I had already hired a lawyer for you."

"You did?" You asked. Just then, the door to the cafe burst opened, and in came a man and a woman dressed in suits.

"Ah, there they are. Right on time."

Gojo stood up and greeted the lawyers before he introduced you to them. The man, Mr. Nanami Kento is his lawyer, and the woman Tetsu Akari is your lawyer. First impression she has a kind and calm aura around her.

But let's move down the line.

You four all sat and discussed what was on the contract, and before you signed it, Gojo asked, "Is there anything that you need to clarify before signing the contract."

"Yes, uhm, it's about the procedure. Are we going to uhm... have... uhm intercourse to conceive the baby?"

"We could since it's the safe way to go about this, but no," he answered with a small smile on his face.

"Ok then, where do I sign."

This is the beginning of how Gojo Satoru fell in love with the woman he hired to be his surrogate.

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Hii I'm a real sucker for your smuts and I was wondering if you could do a five one where he walks in on reader riding their pillow and thinking about him while doing it (and they haven't had intercourse in a long while because of apocalypse stuff and all that) and the aftermath where you can do anything with it after but I'd really like it if five was being gentle to the reader :<

Sorry this is a long req I hope you write it and it's okay if you dont wanna, thankiee 🫶

Your welkiee! Hope you enjoy. 😊 Lucky Fucking Pillow | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3k words, Rated E

It had been four weeks: four fearful, lonely, miserable weeks. You felt stupid, irritated with him. You hated the fact you were waiting at home for him like the sweetheart of a world war two vet, living on the letters he sent from the front lines.

You held it together until just before he left, duffel bag over his shoulder.

“The situation’s dangerous; unpredictable. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

On the floors below you, you could hear a bustle of activity as his siblings made similar preparations to leave.

“Why is this your responsibility?”

He looked at you, disbelievingly, the hand not supporting the bag went directly into his pocket.

“This is the world. Am I supposed to sit at home and wait to be subsumed by another apocalypse?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, not able to articulate what you were feeling.

“Let me come with you then.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, picked up the last of his morning coffee and knocked it back, shaking his head.

“I’m not having this discussion again. I’d want you beside me in anything else, but not in this. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Your best chance of survival is staying well away.”

“What if you die? What am I supposed to do?”

From slight irritation, he softened further. Bending from the waist, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, okay.”

He crossed to the door, but a strangled sob made him turn back. Your face was suddenly red, tear-streaked. When you spoke, the words tore themselves from a tight throat.

“Don’t go!”

He closed his eyes, hand still on the door handle. He let out a breath and dropped the duffel bag, turning back around, crossing the room in two strides and holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I have to, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Since then, your days had been spent scouring the horizon for impending doom and following the news incessantly for any hints of what was going on. Your nights had been spent sleepless, remembering Five’s caresses and trying to get your head around the fact that you and everyone else could die at any moment.

You at least knew he wasn’t dead. He got messages to you sporadically; short dispatches from the field. They appeared mostly via an ancient telegraph machine stowed in Reginald’s old office. The most recent of these hadn’t been very encouraging:

We’ve got a plan, but it’s tenuous. If it doesn’t work, we’ll really be fucked. If that’s the case, then I hope to see you on the other side, -F x

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They were four sexless weeks too. You quickly discovered that it takes more than the threat of imminent death to crush the human capacity for horniness. Before that month, you would have thought it would be a deluge of cold water on your libido, but that was far from the case.

On the contrary, knowing that time could be short, all you could think about was having Five in your arms again: running your hands all over his body, the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations of his lovemaking.

As you lay in bed, his phantom was a heavy, intoxicating presence. Your need for him was strong tonight. You rolled to look at his empty side of the bed and imagined his head on the pillow. His eyes (that fickle forest green that masqueraded as blue in some lights and brown in others), you imagined them shaded by his hair. You saw his raised eyebrow, his smile, soft and suggestive, with the dimple that only appeared on one side of his face, recessing two large freckles by his mouth.

You pulled his pillow to you and buried your face in it. It smelled of him. You inhaled it deeply: his aftershave, his antiperspirant, his shampoo, a hint of coffee and something more indefinable: a more fundamental scent that was all him.

It was this last smell that made your stomach flip, that made you breathe in the scent of the pillow again. It awakened something primal in you: ripples from your center outwards; flutters down each of your limbs.

Before you knew it, you were stripping off your panties and kneeling up in bed. One hand held his pillow to your face and the other held your own pillow between your legs. When you started to grind, it was him beneath you. In imagination, he was teasing you: not allowing you to get on his dick until you came from humping his leg.

It wasn’t enough friction, so you sped up your hips, snapping them back and forth desperately. There was a whisper of something, a tingle from your neglected pussy, so you chased it, sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining his hands squeezing your hips, guiding you as you rode him.

“Oh, Five,” you whispered, feeling your body begin to respond, wetness gathering between your labia, “Five, fuck.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“Hm,” said an approving voice from the doorway, “that lucky fucking pillow.”

You gave a violent start, dropped his pillow and turned around. There he was, framed in the open doorway. You gave a grateful, ecstatic cry.

“Five!”

In nothing but your t-shirt, you were across the room in a leap and bound and throwing yourself against him, holding him to you with sudden, tight urgency.

He immediately stiffened and let out a sharp groan of pain. You loosened your grip

“Oh my god, what happened? You’re hurt! Are you okay? Is it over? Is everyone okay? Is the world okay?”

He was holding himself stiffly, but now his pain had faded, his face was amused. He leaned forward and kissed your lips. On your side, the kiss was desperate, joy-filled; on his, more passionate. His tongue flicked between your lips before he broke away.

“How about this? l answer each of your questions if, each time, you answer me one in return?” he said, smirking.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, smiling gently, “but that wasn’t a question.”

You were too happy to see him to have space to be irritated by this game.

“Fine. What happened to you?”

He moved as if to put his bag down on the chair. Seeing his wince, you took it off him and placed it there yourself.

“Thanks. It’s just a wound. There was an explosion. I was hit by a piece of flying steel.”

“Shit,” you whispered, looking down at his chest and the bandages that must be underneath his shirt, “oh my god, are you okay?”

“Hey,” he admonished, “it’s your turn to answer a question now. What were you doing when I came in?”

You looked at him with annoyance.

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I want to hear you describe it.”

“I was masturbating.”

“How were you masturbating?” he pushed.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” you said, using his own tactic against him, “How long will it take to heal? Are you seriously hurt?”

“That was two questions,” he said, stepping towards you, “but I’m feeling generous: I’m not seriously hurt. It’s a flesh wound. It’ll heal nicely.”

You looked at him with concern and he shook his head with a smile.

“Now it’s my turn: what exactly were you thinking about when you were humping that pillow?”

“You,” you mumbled, “I missed you.”

“What exactly? You didn’t answer properly.”

You feel your face flush.

“I was thinking about fucking you. On top. Riding you.”

Five’s smirk grew, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows suggestively. You hurried on.

“Is the family okay?”

“All present and correct.” he said, moving even closer to you and stroking your hip in gentle circles.

It was a long, long month without you. There was barely time to think, let alone have the privacy for any ‘self care’ sessions of his own. Now that it was all over, his dick was complaining rather vocally about this neglect; insisting that if it didn’t get inside something warm and tight within the next five minutes, it would be most seriously displeased with the rest of him.

As if to punctuate the point, it was now requisitioning rather a lot of blood from his brain, leaving him rock hard and almost lightheaded with the rush.

“You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Humping your pillow like a dirty little girl?”

“Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as his hand snaked around to your ass. He stroked one of your buttocks up and down slowly, palm cupping the curve of your skin.

“Then yes: I’m horny for you.”

“How horny?” he said, immediately, squeezing you gently.

“Did you save the world?”

“Are you wet for me?” he said, huskily.

The fingertips of his other hand came to rest on your thigh. His eyes, dark in the low light of the bedroom, captured yours and held them firmly, authoritatively.

“If you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll have to find out for myself.”

You looked back at him and his lips twitched. Slowly, he walked his middle and index fingers between your legs and parted your labia. He let out a low ‘oh’ as he felt the sopping folds waiting for him.

A jolt twitched down the boner now pressing insistently against the crotch of his pants.

“How about you ditch the pillow and have a piece of the real thing?”

His fingers slipped slickly up and down your slit and you nodded, trying not to let your knees go weak. Your hands came to the hem of your shirt, pulled it over your head and discarded it so that you were standing naked before him.

As your breasts bounced free, his befuddled mind could only think how much he’d missed them. He bent forward eagerly to try and take a nipple into his mouth, but froze mid-stoop with a wince and harsh intake of breath.

“Ow. Shit.”

He straightened up slowly, stiffly and leaned against the door, experimentally stretching out his limbs.

“You okay?” you said, worried.

“I’m fine.” he muttered, hand over his injury, “Got a bad case of hornybrain. Made me forget I was impaled by a steel bar for a hot second there.”

You winced in sympathy and rubbed his clothed stomach in circles. When the pain had abated and he was again looking at you with lust behind his eyes, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“Looks like you’re going to have to stay still and let me do all the work.”

His lips parted but no words came out, for once unable to think of anything cocky to say. You could see the glisten of saliva on his tongue. You smirked and lowered yourself so that you were kneeling in front of him.

He laid his head against the door and exhaled as you deftly freed him of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He squeezed his eyes closed, thoroughly undone by the mere suggestion of being sucked. He was even hornier than he realized.

He groaned in a strange mix of satisfaction and need as you licked him through his underwear, using one hand to pull the fabric taught around the thick five and a half inches imprinted there in harsh relief. The stretch and your saliva made the white material semi transparent and you felt a pleasant twist in your stomach as the hint of soft, flushed skin beneath. You lost yourself, aware of nothing but the perfect outline of his glans beneath your tongue and the heady, pheromonal smell of him.

He made another tight, needy sound as you put your lips around his still-clothed head.

“Please.”

How could you refuse him? Pulling at the elastic and reaching in, you pulled him out to twitch in the open air. It looked painfully hard, as always curving slightly to your left but otherwise sticking straight out like an exclamation point to his arousal.

Slowly, still inhaling that intoxicating scent, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking him. You hummed appreciatively at his solid, hot skin between your lips. You were in heaven there, happy to keep sucking him as long as he’d let you.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he said, weakly, knees buckling as you built to a steady rhythm. You paid close attention to his head, enjoying the little pop it made as it left the tight seal of your lips.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes, watching the way your lips pouted as you slid your lips up his length. When you caught his eyes, the pupils suddenly widened and he immediately looked away, head snapping straight back to look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t look at you right now,” he breathed, by way of explanation, “You’re too perfect; I’ll come too fast.”

You flushed, glowing with his praise. Though Five was a loving partner, his compliments were usually hidden beneath layers of self-consciousness and sarcasm. Him saying this now was evidence of how overwhelmed he was: inhibitions swept away in the rush of reunion.

Slowly, you withdrew and laid your head against his stomach so that his cock rested on your cheek. You looked up at him adoringly, simultaneously enjoying the intensity of his arousal and giving him time to calm down.

“I love you Five.”

“I love you too, baby.” he said, voice breathy and hoarse, “Now, please god, take me to bed and treat me like that pillow.”

You smiled, rose to your feet and led him to the bed, helping him out of the pants around his ankles. Standing by his side of the bed, you kissed his lips gently, enjoying the way his dick stabbed and pressed periodically at your thighs. When you broke apart, you looked into his eyes, at his soft look with his thick eyelashes shading his eyes.

Aware of his injury, you supported him as he lay down, helping him to ease onto the mattress with the bare minimum of pain. His solid presence in your arms as he let you assist him was bliss.

Though you were being careful not to place any weight where it would hurt him, he pulled you into his arms.

“Please,” he whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Just use me to get off. Use me like a goddamn dildo. I don’t care. I need you.”

You smirked at this.

“Who are you and what have you done with Five?”

“Please.”

More begging. You didn’t have it in you to tease him, not when you too were desperate to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside you, to mingle your sighs and your pleasure with his.

You slipped him inside you and gasped. The resumption of this perfect coupling alone told you just how much you needed it. You knew you missed it, but now he was inside you again, you realized that it made you whole. His small keen as he slid home was enough to send a fluttering shudder from your center outwards.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, leaning close to him.

He nodded, biting his lower lip and caressing your hips.

Slowly, you began to grind against him, rolling your hips with him inside you, moving on top of him just as you did the pillow. This time, it really was Five beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, hitting and charging that sweet spot inside you until it felt like you were buzzing with his electricity.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Five!”

“I-don’t-deserve you,” he panted, “So perfect. Perfect. Beautiful girl…so goddamn sexy. I love you. I-fucking- Ah!”

He always got more talkative yet less coherent the closer he got. He was watching your swinging breasts, hanging a few inches above his face. You leaned forwards immediately, keen to give him what he couldn’t take for himself a few minutes before.

He took the hint eagerly, taking your nipple into his mouth and groaning along with you at the change of angle. He suckled enthusiastically, hungrily; hand leaving your hip to rub your breast with his palm.

His groans now sent miniature, warm vibrations onto your nipple, creating a new center for charge to build upon. As it crackled down your limbs, stoking the heat in your stomach and groin, you moaned, wanting to ride him hard- ride him like a bike - but you were reluctant to let loose in case you hurt him.

Instead, you rolled your hips upon him desperately. Judging by the sudden shout from him and the ache from your pussy, this motion was to both of your liking. You were on the edge now, teetering.

“Gonna come. Gonna come.” he whispered, urgently, removing his mouth from your titty with a wet sound.

He meant this to warn you but, instead, his desperate voice gave you the final push.

As you came, your pussy clenched, squeezing him suddenly. His eyes shot open and he all-but squealed at the unexpected stimulation. His hips surged upwards, the pain from his chest eclipsed for the moment by this maddening, raging orgasm. It felt like your pussy was milking it from him, pulling his rapid shots of come up into itself.

At last, you came to a stop.

“Is the world safe?” you asked, after a warm breathless minute or two.

“Yes,” he said weakly, “the world’s all okay.”

You carefully climbed off him, laid beside him and held him. There was the fresh smell of his shampoo and antiperspirant. The smell of home if ever there was one. After a minute or two becoming heavier in your arms, he spoke again.

“Well, the world’s certainly all okay now.”

He stroked your stomach as if you were made of paper-thin glass, inclining his head towards yours as he spoke again.

"I meant what I said: you are perfect, you know."

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Part Four

Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Word count 1849

18+

Summary: The term finals are happening, you relax with miles after they’re done. Showing up to detention intoxicated.

Warnings: Excessive drinking, grinding until climax, masturbation, talk and thoughts of intercourse, touching of p, making out, age gap (all parties over 18)

Part Four

You woke up that morning excited, strange for a day of tests. First was your potions exam, which you are confident you will pass with flying colors. Miles insisted on walking you to class, although you were starting to feel “the ick” with him, your mind was elsewhere. Yet Miles was so dedicated, sweet, and not to mention good looking. He was a welcome distraction and outlet for the fire you felt for your DADA professor. Miles was heading to his charms class for his exam and was quite nervous, so you granted him a sweet kiss before walking into potions.

The exam was a breeze, as expected. You headed to lunch in the Great Hall with your study guide hidden in a History of Magic book. You couldn’t stop tracing his letters, imagining him writing it just after you left his office. After his large hands trailed from your face to your shoulder. Did he think of that moment before he went to sleep like I did? You couldn't get your mind off of him. After an hour of forced study you rushed to your dorm to freshen up before your exam.

You are unsure of what makes him tick, is it seeing your breasts without a bra in your sweater? Maybe of seeing much more leg that your old skirts show? You decided on your skirt from last year, only an inch shorter, and your white button up collared shirt, no bra, and your house robes. You studied yourself in the mirror, was no bra too risky with this white shirt? Fuck it, you want Professor Snape to feel the fire you feel.

As you walk into the DADA classroom you get a hint of Snape, like his office, only diluted. He isn't in the room yet, thankfully, giving you a moment to compose yourself. The rest of your classmates file in, many fidgeting nervously in their seat. You were nervous as well, yet not for the exam, Professor Snape insured you were prepared with your in depth study guide. Just for you. That small secret made your heart skip a beat.

A few minutes later Professor Snape swiftly walked in, shutting the door with a light slam behind him. His long black robes billowing out behind him. He turned around to face us.

“As you all should know, today is your end of term exam. I hope you all prepared, as this will determine wether you can continue this course after the break.” Snape said with a grimace. He magically passed out the exam sheets with a skilled flick of his wand and sat down at his desk. You began filling out the test with ease, he had prepared you so well. You looked up at him with appreciation and lust in your eyes, you caught him looking at you, and you nervously looked back down at your exam. Your stomach did a flip, butterflies. You attempted to focus again. Less than 30 minutes later you completed your exam, no one else was done. You decide to look over your answers to ensure they're correct. Satisfied with your results you stand up and walk to Professor Snape. You have your robes loosely hanging on your shoulders, to show him your lack of a bra. As to plan, he watches you walk up, breasts moving around under your white button up. You feel so satisfied knowing he’s looking. As you stand in front of his desk he is still looking, not trying to hide his gaze. Snape slowly trails his eyes to yours.

“Done so soon, Miss (y/l/n)?” He says with a minuscule smirk, his dark eyes glinting.

“Yes, sir. I was well prepared.” You say with a sly grin, bating your eyelashes.

“Very well. I will see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. As you woke up you decided to wear your hair in a high ponytail, wearing your button up white shirt under your house sweater, and the skirt thats much too small for you. Miles was realizing he wouldn’t see you for a week and was desperate to spend all of his time with you. Since your exams were done you both had quite a bit of free time. He dragged you out to the lake for a late lunch picnic, as it was a beautiful spring day. He had manages to smuggle a couple bottles of champagne from the kitchen, and had a mimosa ready for you. He had laid out a beautiful and elaborate spread, croissants, fresh berries, quiche bites, strawberry jam, and some smoothies. You sit down next to him and lean in for a kiss. His lips taste like strawberries and champagne. You sip your glass and look out at the lake, imagining sitting here with Severus. You recently started using his first name, in your dreams at least, liking how intimate it sounded. Miles noticed your mind wandering and offered you a croissant.

After an hour or so of snacking, and finishing a bottle and a half of champagne, you felt great. The sun on your back, Miles’ hand rubbing your back as you lay on his chest. You felt like releasing some frustration. You climb on Miles, him still laying down. You lean down to kiss him, it slowly turning into making out. You felt him stiffen under you as you lightly ground against him. You felt his hands travel up your skirt until his fingers were on your clit. He started rubbing until he found a pattern that you found exceptionally pleasing. You kept grinding on him while he rubbed you in just the right way. Your mouths collided in hungry kissing, your tongues working against each other.

“(Y/n), don't stop, Im close.” Miles said breathlessly. You kept grinding. Grabbing each others neck, hair, shirt, Miles kissing you in between moans. You noticed his breath hitch and grinding deeper, feeling his length through his pants on your panties. He smashed his lips into you as he came, a long deep moan through his closed lips. “Fuck (y/n). That was amazing.” He said panting. “I want to make you cum too” He said realizing I hadn't.

“I’d love that too,” you lied, taking a swig of champagne out of the bottle “but I have to get to detention, we have been out here for hours.” The sun was setting and you were close to being late.

“If you must go, let me walk you there.” He said in a tone showing he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

As you approached Snape’s office you were primping yourself as much as you could with Miles present, not wanting to make it obvious. As you were about to walk into his office without a proper goodbye Miles spun you around.

“Thank you for a magnificent day (y/n), I love you.” He said as he kissed you deeply.

Stunned all you could say was “Thank you…well bye.” Before quickly turning on your heel and rushing into professor Snape’s office, shutting the door hard behind you. Miss (y/ln), that was quite an entrance you made.” Professor Snape said without looking up from his desk. You were suddenly aware of how intoxicated you were. “Uh sorry..” you said with as much embarrassment the alcohol would allow you. “I presume it had something to do with your departure from that boyfriend of yours.” Snape said with disgust. “I saw you two rolling around on the grass earlier. I take it that’s why you reek of alcohol.”

“I’m sorry professor, we both finished our exams and were a bit stressed waiting for the results.”

“Once again, it is in no manner for an aspiring professor to be making out on the lawn drinking alcohol.” He said slowly, every word dripping with negativity as he walked to the front of his desk.

“I’m so sorry professor, I drank a bit much tonight. I admit, but we are both over 18 and-“

“Stop. Talking.” Professor Snape said slowly as he stepped towards you and put his finger over your lips. “One, you cannot have alcohol on school grounds as you are well aware. And two, I’m no fool, Miles stole those bottles from the kitchen. I could have you both suspended which would assuredly shatter your chance of working here next year.” He continued looking down at you, standing very close. “As you likely know you are our top candidate, yet your behavior,” he said in a low voice grabbing the side of your neck softly with his thumb under your chin “continues to frustrate me.”

“Professor” you say breathlessly, inches away from him.

“Yes Miss (y/l/n)?” He asks, not moving his hand.

You don’t quite know what got into you, but the liquid courage led you to do something you wouldn’t otherwise. You put your hand on his chest and the other over his hand still on your neck. “Please.”

“Use your words.”

“Kiss me” you said in a pleading tone, tugging his robe in a needy way.

He pushed your back against the door, using his free hand to lock it. Snape tightened his grip on your neck, the other hand over you resting on the door. He leaned down and pushed his lips on yours. You felt him bite at your lip as you moaned into his mouth. Your tongue exploring his, as your hands started exploring him. Your hands trailed down his chest stopping right above his belt. You couldn’t stop yourself and continued down to feel his growing arousal under his pants.

“Stop” he commands grabbing my wrist as he steps back.

“Please Severus” you whine stepping towards him.

“To you I remain Professor Snape, or sir, as I am your professor for one more term.” Snape said adjusting his robes to hide his buldge, crossing his arms. “This cannot happen. In addition you are intoxicated.”

“Sir, I know I want this. I want you, I need you so badly-“ “You should go back to your dorm. There will be no detention tomorrow. I will see you in class after break. Goodnight Miss (y/l/n).” He said unlocking his door, holding it out for you. You glared at him with anger, but felt more hurt and embarrassed than anything. But also desperately horny.

As you entered your dorm you found that the other three girls had already went home for Easter break. You were thankful as you shut the door and jumped on your large four poster bed. You started undressing, thinking of how your body was just pressed up against his, his hand on your neck. You started moving your hand down your body until your hand was over your underwear. You took them off and started touching yourself, focusing on your clit. Remembering that hand was just grabbing Severus’ hard cock through his pants. Hard for you. You felt the sensation growing stronger as you imagined what would have happened had he not stopped you. You reached a strong climax as you screamed out his name. “Severus, fuck!”

You laid there suddenly overcome with sleep, feeling still unsatisfied, falling asleep hoping for another chance.

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