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Summary - Some Slytherin boy distracts you during class. Professor Lupin catches him passing you a note. He gets very jealous and gives you detention. Smut ensues, obviously (3,650 words).

Warnings - teacher/student relationship, rough sex, smut, jealousy, implied reader masturbation, no safeword, dom/sub dynamic, marking, biting, possessiveness, not proof-read, my grammar.

Notes - I decided to merge these two requests because I found them quite similar I hope it is okay!! Thank you for being patient. Also, please always use a safeword if you are to engage in such activities, this is just fantasy :)

You sat at your usual spot in the DADA classroom, eyes never straying from Professor Lupin as he lectured. Your attention, however, was not entirely academic. In fact, it was not academic at all.

Unknown to many, you held a special place in Professor Lupin's heart and for this, he was convinced that Hell had a special place for him. He didn't care, though. Your relationship was secret, concealed, forbidden. But it was strong and intense, bordering on something closer to a possessive obsession. You were his, and his only. And you loved it.

So you sat there, intently focused on the "lecture", at least you tried, because your concentration today was being constantly disrupted.

Sat next to you, a boy, noticeably smitten with you, kept stealing glances at you and giggling like a pompous little shit with his friends. Of course, he was a Slytherin. And of course, he was blonde.

The boy scribbled something on a piece of parchment and stealthily passed it to you. Snapping out of your trance-like focus, you looked at him, slightly confused and, unaware of its romantic implications, took the note and tucked it under your textbook with a polite smile, your gaze immediately returning to Professor Lupin.

Lupin's keen eyes, which often lingered a moment too long on you during class, caught the exchange. The thought of anyone else, especially a boy, showing interest in you stirred a primal, protective feeling within him. He couldn't help but feel territorial, believing that no one could cherish and care for you as he did.

He tried to refocus on his lecture about the properties of moonstones in werewolf lore, but his words faltered slightly, his thoughts clouded with an uncharacteristic yet potent jealousy. "That will be all for today," he announced abruptly, ending the class earlier than usual.

Taken aback, students around you started gathering their things and filing out, but the Slytherin boy and his friends lingered, approaching you with grins plastered on their faces. "Hey, L/N", the boy started, leaning casually against your desk. "About that note..."

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling cornered yet still oblivious of his intentions. "Um, yes? I haven't read it yet..."

"You should. It's important," the boy pressed, encouraged by his friends snickering behind him.

Feeling the pressure, you glanced towards Lupin for a fleeting moment before unfolding the piece of parchment the boy had given you earlier.

Lupin, pretending to organize his papers, watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His hands clenched into fists as he fought the urge to intervene. He was not fighting it very hard because the next second, he cleared his throat loudly.

"Miss L/N, could I have a word?" he called out, his voice unusually stern.

You looked up, surprised at being addressed by your last name. He never addressed you by your last name. In fact, he never addressed any of his students by their last names.

"Of course, Professor," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

The boys hesitated, exchanging looks of confusion and annoyance, like they were worth your attention more than Lupin.

Lupin's gaze turned icy as he addressed them. "Gentlemen, I believe your presence is no longer required here. Please, see yourselves out."

Reluctantly, the group shuffled out of the classroom, throwing glances with an air of superiority over their shoulders.

With the classroom now empty, the air felt heavier. Lupin's expression was stern, a stark contrast to the usual warmth he reserved for you. His gaze was fixed on some papers on his desk, avoiding direct eye contact. "Miss L/N," he began, emphasizing your last name again as if to stab you with his words.

"I need to speak with you about your conduct in class today."

"Remus, what's wrong?" you responded softly, taken aback by his formality even when you were now both alone.

His eyes finally met yours, sharp and unyielding. "It's Professor Lupin," he corrected you firmly. "In this classroom, I expect you to address me appropriately."

Confused and slightly hurt, you corrected yourself, "Yes, Professor Lupin. I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

Lupin sat and folded his hands on the desk, his voice laced with a restraint that bordered on frustration. "Your focus in class today was...lacking. You were distracted, and frankly, it was distracting to me as well."

Your brow furrowed in disbelief. "Distracted? But I-"

"I am not finished," he interrupted. "Such behaviour is unacceptable, and as a result, you will serve detention."

Your mouth fell often, but no words came out. This was a side of Remus you had never seen- so cold, so distant. Of course, you were accustomed to his occasional possessiveness, his dominance behind closed doors, but this was entirely different and you couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

"But, Remus, I don't understand. This isn't like you," you managed to stammer, your voice tinged with hurt and confusion.

His expression did not soften. "I said, it is Professor, and what is or isn't 'like me' is not for you to decide. What matters is maintaining a proper student-teacher relationship in this classroom. You will serve detention tonight after your last class of the day, and I expect you to not be late. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Professor," you replied quietly, your mind racing with a growing sense of unease.

"Good. Dismissed."

You turned to leave, your mind a wild mess of unanswered questions. You glances back at your Professor, hoping for any sign of the warmth and gentleness that you were so used to, but found none.

If Lupin had found you distracted in his class, it was nothing compared to the rest of the day. Not only did you have to deal with a semi-heartbreak and try to focus on your other classes, but that blonde idiot kept pestering you about going to Hogsmeade with him over the weekend. First, you were not into blondes. Second, you were most definitely not into boys. You were into men. Men old enough to be your dad. Men with scars. Men with gentle eyes. Men with nice hands. Men with a mustache. Men who wore cardigans. Men with voices that sounded like liquid gold and made you fold. Men like...Remus.

You felt a twinge in your heart at the thought of his name. His name he had forbidden you to say earlier. It was not abnormal though. He often made you call him Sir or Professor when you were alone in his quarters, when you were on your knees before him. But this time it felt different. It felt cold. Distant. Uncharacteristic.

Your steps echoed in the empty hallways as you made your way to the DADA classroom for your detention. Your head was just as empty. No thoughts. Just Remus.

Professor Lupin was already there, seated at his desk, when you entered the room. Without a word, he flicked his wand, and the door closed sharply behind you. You noticed another subtle movement of his wand, casting wards around the room. Clearly, what was about to unfold was meant to remain private.

Lupin didn't rise from his seat, his expression stern and unreadable. "Come here, Miss L/N," he said, his voice strict, almost commanding.

You walked over, your steps hesitant. He pointed to the space between his parted legs, silently indicating for you to stand there. You did, looking down, unable to meet his gaze directly.

His voice broke the silence again. "Do you know why you're here, Miss L/N?"

"For detention, Professor," you replied quietly, still looking downwards, although you were starting to understand that you were not here for detention at all.

"Look at me," he commanded in a tone you didn't hear very often. Usually, this tone was reserved in moments that required you to have a safeword. But right now, your mind was blank. Empty. Useless. And you didn't remember your safeword. And you panicked, silently.

Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his. There was a possessive hunger in his gaze that made you shiver. You gasped softly when his wand came into view, slowly tracing the hem of your skirt. The tip gently lifted the fabric, revealing a mark on your thigh - a mark you knew all too well. His creation.

"Who did this to you?" he asked in a tone that was a strange mix of sternness and curiosity.

"You did," you replied.

"No. Who did this to you?" he corrected.

Your heart was basically in your throat and you were about to combust, but you gathered your courage and let out a quiet "You did, Sir."

"That's better. And why did I do this?" he continued, watching you intently.

You hesitated, searching for the right answer. You knew the wrong one could change the course of your interaction. He watched you, a slight smile playing on his lips as he saw your thought process unfold in your eyes.

"Because I... I wanted you to?" you ventured tentatively.

"No, try again," he urged, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at your struggle to find the right words. He was peeling you apart right there, between his legs, with the mere touch of his wand and a few simple words and he loved every second of it.

Your heart pounded as the realization dawned on you. He had been jealous. And he was claiming his territory, right where that stupid boy had tried to lure you in.

"Because I am yours," you said with a little more confidence.

"That's right," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips. "What a good girl you are, understanding your place."

Your cheeks burnt with a mix of embarrassment and thrill. You tried to look away, to escape the intensity of the moment, but he wouldn't allow it. He reached out, firmly directing your face back towards his. "Eyes on me," he commanded.

"It will do you good to remember this feeling, Miss L/N. Remember it when another little boy tries to distract you again, especially in front of me."

His wand traveled up, pausing briefly over another mark of his on your neck, and continuing its path to your lips, lightly brushing against them. Your breath hitched at the touch, your eyes still locked with his.

"Whose are these?" he asked.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You were overwhelmed, momentarily speechless.

His eyes held yours, patient but expectant. "Y/N," he prompted again, this time using your first name. He was not playing anymore, and you didn't know if you should feel relieved or worried.

Swallowing hard, you found your voice, albeit a whisper, "Yours, Sir."

"Very good," he praised.

He then moved his wand again, this time directing it downwards. He paused for a moment at your waist before sliding it further down, under your skirt. The tip of the wand hovered over your core, gently grazing you through your panties.

"And what about this? Whose is it?" he asked again, increasing the pressure slightly.

"Y...Yours, S-Sir," you stuttered.

"Good girl, you're learning."

Your gaze dropped down, landing on the bulge in his trousers, evidently straining against the fabric. He abruptly removed his wand and grabbed your chin firmly. "Eyes on me, I said."

"Yes, Sir," you murmured, your gaze finding his again.

"Do you want to continue with this?" he asked, and this time his tone was not hard, not stern, not cold. It was just his tone. Just Remus.

"Y-Yes, Sir," you replied almost instantly.

"Do you want your safeword?" he asked seriously. He knew that sometimes, you didn't want it. You wanted him to be fully in charge. You wanted him to decide what you could handle and couldn't. It was dangerous, but you trusted him implicitly, sometimes more than yourself.

"No, Sir," you answered a bit too confidently because truthfully, your mind was too blank to formulate any logical thought, let alone remember a safeword you never used.

"Do you want to please me?" he asked, his gaze insistent and penetrating.

"Yes, Sir," you breathed.

His eyes traveled over your body, taking in every curve and contour. "Then show me how much you want to please me," he commanded. "Touch yourself."

You bit your lip, almost frozen on the spot, before letting your shaky hands move over your body, teasingly caressing your skin through your uniform. Your hands reached the hem of your skirt, and you looked at him, seeking permission to continue. He nodded, urging you on, and you did. You let your fingers travel over your panties, feeling the damp patch there, and gasped as you reached the sensitive bundle of nerves slightly prominent through the fabric of your underwear.

"That's it," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Make yourself feel good for me."

Your breath caught in your throat as you continued to touch yourself, imagining his hands on you instead. You could feel your arousal growing, and you moaned softly, unable to contain your pleasure.

Lupin's eyes darkened, and he reached out, grasping your wrist. "Enough," he said, his voice low and gritty.

He slowly pulled you closer, the space between you diminishing until you were mere inches apart. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath as your faces drew near. Just as your lips were about to meet, he stopped, hovering there, so close but not touching.

"Do you think you deserve this, Y/N?" he asked, his voice a whisper against your lips.

A breathless "No, Sir," was all you could manage.

"That's right, you don't," he affirmed.

A pathetic whine escaped you, a mixture of frustration and desire.

Lupin let out a low, almost mocking chuckle at your reaction. "Aw, you poor little girl."

Your response was a mix of a sigh and a whispered plea, unable to contain your arousal.

"But you know," he murmured softly, "I feel rather lenient today."

Without warning, he pulled you abruptly close, closing the gap between you. Your lips met in a kiss that felt more like a claim, a statement, a declaration. His. His. His.

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs, pulling you against his arousal. His face buried in your neck, he grazed his teeth against your soft skin before sinking them into it, creating another mark. "Mine," he growled against your neck.

His hands suddenly left you and the sound of a zipper getting undone filled the room. You dared looking down as he let his erection spring free.

"Eyes. On. Me." he said again sternly.

"S-Sorry, Sir," you whimpered as you forced your eyes back up.

"Take these off for me," he commanded, his finger tugging gently at your panties.

You obeyed, slowly sliding them off until they pooled at your feet. You stepped out of them before picking them up and placing them onto his desk.

"Very good. What a good girl," he praised. "Now, come here," he said softly, pulling you into his lap.

You found yourself straddling him, a position that caught you off guard, eliciting a soft gasp of surprise from your lips.

You were acutely aware of him, of your proximity, of how exposed you were in the middle of the classroom, at his desk, feeling both vulnerable and...strangely cherished. His hands moved to your face, holding you gently. His eyes, now soft and filled with the familiar warmth you knew so well, silently searched yours. It was a silent question, a non-verbal communication asking if you were alright, if you wanted to continue.

You met his gaze and nodded, trying to hide how desperate you actually were.

He shifted his hips slightly, the tip of his length teasing your entrance. "Relax for me," he whispered.

You nodded again and fought yourself with all your might not to simply sink yourself down on him. You were practically shaking and it was pathetic. Almost sensing your lack of self-control, his hands found your hips, gripping them with a force that would certainly leave marks.

"Someone's impatient," he remarked. "Go on, then. Tell me what you want."

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Sir," you begged, doing your best to keep your eyes locked onto his.

"Tell me. What do you need?" he teased and god it was too much. You tried to lower your hips, to even get just the tip inside of you but he wouldn't allow it.

"I...I need you...inside me, Sir. Please."

"There's my good girl," he cooed and with that, he thrust his hips up just enough so that the tip of his length breached your entrance. "Now, show me just how much you want me."

You didn't need to be told twice. You responded by lowering yourself onto him fully, causing him to groan as your warmth surrounded him. You began moving your hips, slowly at first, because the hands on your hips controlled the pace, but then his grip loosened, one hand moving up to your hair, pulling your head back, the other landing around your neck.

You started increasing the pace, finding a rhythm that matched his as you began moving together.

"That's it," he praised. "Take what you want from me."

You moaned softly, your breath catching in your throat as you felt him going deeper and deeper inside you.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice filled with lust.

"I-I want you, Sir," you panted, your words coming out in short gasps. "I want you to make me yours."

"Then take it," he commanded. "Take what you want. Take it."

You cried out in pleasure as you continued to bounce up and down in his lap, your movements becoming more urgent as the pressure in your core built and built. Your mind was a blank slate, filled with nothing but the intense sensation of having him inside you.

He could feel how close you were, and he tightened his grip around your neck, bringing you closer to him. "Let go for me," he whispered, his lips soft against the shell of your ear, and it was all it took for you to reach your peak.

He groaned at the sensation of you clenching on him, your muscle tightening around his hard length. It was his turn now. His turn to take what he wanted. What was his. With a growl, he hauled you up from his lap and stood before swiftly bending you over his desk, books and quills and ink pots falling to the ground with a clatter.

He hiked up your skirt around your waist and entered you from behind in one sharp thrust, your body jolting forward as you were forced to balance on your tiptoes. Barely recovered from your orgasm, your face was pressed onto the cold surface of the desk, and he started to pound into you with abandon.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he lifted your head up, forcing you to look at the empty classroom in front of you. "Next time you get distracted by some little boy in my class," he said, his voice filled with disdain, "remember this moment. Remember being bent over this desk. Remember the sensation of having me inside you. Remember how it feels when I take you. When I take what's mine," he growled. "Mine. Mine. Mine," he continued, each word punctuated by a hard thrust.

You cried out a pathetic "Yes, Sir," unsure if you were able to handle this, but he continued, indicating that you would handle it, even if you thought you couldn't.

His pace increased, each thrust pressing you further into the desk, his movements becoming jerky and losing rhythm. He was getting close. So close.

"Fuck..." he breathed as he leaned forward, his body covering yours. "I'm going to fill you up," he growled. "I want you to be full of me."

With that, he thrust into you one last time, his hips snapping against yours, groaning obscenely as he emptied himself inside you. His hips continued to pump into you with each wave of warmth, as if he was pouring his soul into you.

Finally, he stilled, and the room fell into a quiet stillness. Lupin, his energy completely expended, relaxed with a deep, contented sigh, his body lightly resting on top of yours. He began to plant gentle kisses along your neck, your shoulders, and the back of your head, each touch a soft echo of his love for you. There was a tenderness in his actions now, a shift that enveloped you in a sense of safety and warmth only he could provide.

Gently, Lupin slowly withdrew from you, and you whimpered quietly at the sudden emptiness. He waved his wand in a few discrete movements, adeptly cleaning you both with an effortless flick before carefully readjusting your uniform.

He pulled you close, and you nestled into his embrace, your body quivering slightly from what you had just been through.

"It's okay. You're okay, love," he whispered soothingly against your hair.

You whimpered softly against his chest, trying to ground yourself in the steady beat of his heart.

Gently cradling you, Remus sat down in his chair, his arms enveloping you in a protective cocoon. "You were such a good girl. You took me so well. I love you so much." Gradually, under the gentle cadence of his voice, your breathing began to steady.

Sensing you were in a more stable state, Lupin carefully shifted his position. He took your hand in his, guiding it with a deliberate tenderness until it rested over his heart. Through the fabric of his shirt, the steady thump of his heartbeat was strong and real under your palm.

"And whose is this?" he asked softly, his eyes meeting yours with a playful glint.

You let out a quiet giggle and simply said "Mine."

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taraprince · 4 months

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a/n : this is part 2 of fumes, SORRYYYY FOR TAKING SO LONG i only get a burst of motivation like once a month. alsooo THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE?? over 600 notes is crayyy <33 i apologize in advance for 1. if this doesn’t match the storyline exactly, i literally cannot bring myself to read my own work so i might have forgotten some things and 2. if my smut is absolutely treacherous I WARNED YOU

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you woke up groggily, feeling more comfortable and refreshed than you usually did, which wasn’t saying a whole lot considering half the time you napped on your desk and woke up to half your face covered in ink.

it took a minute to regain your senses, your eyes heavy and wandering the familiar room of the potion masters private chambers. your heart skipped a little as the memories of last night crept back into your mind.

the way his tongue felt.. you wanted, no, needed more.

you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the large arms snaked around your waste. you blushed slightly as you tried to turn around and see him, but severus’ grip just tightened, making you immobile.

“sev…” your morning voice was gravelly, making you instantly flush with slight embarrassment.

you heard him take a deep breathe through his nose before answering. “good morning miss y/n.”

oh my fucking god.

hearing his morning voice made you lose all your remaining self respect. you inhaled sharply as you felt your heart do yet another skip, before dropping down to your cunt. you tensed slightly, beginning to notice the pool forming in your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing besides a large tshirt severus had lended you.

as if reflex, you wiggled around in his arms trying to make your embarrassingly wet cunt less apparent. you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything if he wasn’t ready yet.

he hummed softly, loosening his grip on your waist. you turned around to face him, taking in his appearance immediately. his disheveled hair sat perfectly, and his face was pink and slightly puffy from just waking up. his lips were soft and pink, looking more plush than usual. your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only feeding into your inner starvation.

you instinctively rubbed and squeezed your thighs together slightly, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye. as if he could hear your thoughts, he brought a hand up to your chin and brought your face closer to his, lips brushing just enough to tickle.

“i’m afraid we didn’t get to finish what we started last night..” he purred softly, almost a whisper. you inhale sharply, suddenly becoming aware of the poking feeling on your inner thigh.

“yes i suppose so..” you say, closing your eyes cringing slightly. you open your mouth to speak again, but cut yourself off, almost embarrassed to speak your thoughts. severus noticed this, of course.

“you can tell me anything, i promise you can trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, taking time to caress your cheek lovingly. you melted under his touch, living a fantasy. you almost forgot to respond, enjoying the comfort of his touch a bit too intensely.

“right.. um, well it’s just that- last night- i’m-“ you blushed, trying to find the right words as you squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, not liking how he never took his eyes off of you as you spoke.

“we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t wish to, i understand” he said cooly, and for a moment you thought you could see his face drop into one of disappointment, but he never was one to show much emotion for very long.

“no!!” you say, bringing your hands up to his shoulders for comfort and stability, to show him you were really in the moment i guess. “that’s.. that’s what i was trying to say. well- just that if you weren’t comfortable then- if you didn’t want to do anything-“

he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you thought you could almost feel a smile forming on his lips as they fit perfectly against your own. they moved in unison, like they were made for each other. you inhaled through your nose, sighing slightly and wrapping your arms the rest of the way around his shoulders.

after a few moments he pulled away, hand brushing through your hair as his eyes admired every bit of your face. traveling from your lips to your rosy cheeks, from your hair to your dazzling eyes. he too, was seemingly lost in the moment, not sure of what to say.

but sometimes it’s for the better that way, not having words to express yourself. words weren’t needed anymore, and not like anyone would’ve asked but if they did you would have confessed that you’d much rather give up words for just one more moment like this with him.

you silently made eye contact with him, both not wanting to break the silence or ruin the mood you had going. time seemed to sit still for ages until you finally felt his arms snake around your waist once more, this time pulling you with him as he flipped onto his back, resting you on top of him.

you blushed and stabilized yourself on his shoulders again, trying to keep your eyes to yourself but sneakily peeking at his body anyways.

he wasn’t very muscular, but his frame was thin and almost broad. his shoulders were wide and his torso looked as if it barely had enough skin to cover the lanky area. he was awfully pale, almost vampire-ish as you could see his veins through his light skin, traveling down his body. you brought your eyes back up to his, really taking the time to appreciate every crinkle and line on his face as he smiled softly up at you.

the silence remained as you took in a sharp breath and crashed your lips down onto his again. he let out a small sound of surprise but quickly took control despite being below you.

fingers intertwined in each others hair and tongues dancing with one anothers, it became apparent that both of you needed the same thing, and you wanted it as soon as you could get it.

pulling away again, you quickly bring your hands down to his boxers, palming at his obvious arousal and wetting your lips slightly. he groaned, hands finding yours and holding them.

“take them off” he shattered the silence with a careful whisper, sending shivers down your spine as he guided your hands with his to the waistband of his boxers.

you tugged them down just enough for his glazed cock to spring out, aching and begging for you to touch it. he grunted and shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them on the floor.

he was already breathing heavily as your hands lightly brushed over his throbbing erection. you smirked slightly, looking down at him as you finally wrapped your whole hand around his girth.

“severus, surely you can’t be this aroused already?” you tease, flicking your finger over the head and feeling the precum gush out.

he sucked in a breathe, trying his best to look indifferent. “clearly i am, ms. y/n, so there’s no reason to be asking a question as silly as that” his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, resting your bottom half just below his arousal.

getting the memo, you peeled your now soaked panties off and discarded them with his boxers on the floor, now leaving you in just his shirt, but you didn’t bother taking it off; the need to have him inside you right this very minute was too strong.

you shimmy yourself up so your positioned perfectly above his cock. you look down at him, making sure he was ready. before you could sink yourself down his hands gripped your sides and brought you down onto him, remaining in control still.

you moan loudly, taking in his length as it stretched you slightly, the feeling stinging and fulfilling. he groaned and sucked in a breathe through gritted teeth as his dick was clenched inside your warmness, immediately coated in your slick arousal.

you lay on his chest, taking in deep breathes of his scent as he brings yours hips back up, then back down onto him again. you both let out sounds of ecstasy and relief, finally getting the release you needed for so long.

yes, it was just last night you had made a move with each other but the sexual tension had been apparent for quite some time, yet neither of you knew the other felt it as well. now it was obvious you both felt it before as he continued to lift your hips up and bring them back down onto him, whispering little praises that he wasn’t even sure you’d be able to hear.

you felt his body tremble beneath you, and soon enough yours began to do the same. the way his hips jerked up to meet yours as they came down hit that spot inside of you just right, causing you to groan loudly and sink your nails into his torso.

he shuddered as sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the crisp chill of the dungeons, his movements becoming more rapid like he was chasing after something, desperately reaching out for release.

you moan loudly, bouncing on his dick and feeling wave after wave of ecstasy rush through your body, building up and causing a tight knot to form in your lower abdomen.

you shiver and shakily moan “s-severus i’m-“ but he just shushed you, groaning as you tightened around him.

you gasp loudly, nails scratching and clawing at his chest and your body arching up as you release all the pent up sex you had felt, your orgasm washing over you and taking you whole. you breathe heavily and shakily, collapsing on his chest in a cold sweat as he continued to chase his own orgasm, not slowing down his ravishing pace, bringing you up then down, up then down, up then down again until he suddenly groaned, releasing the sexiest sound you think you’d ever heard as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, holding you down as his own orgasm took over him.

you clenched around him as he painted your walls white, releasing everything inside you, not pulling out yet even when everything was settled down. he waited for his breathing to steady once again before lifting you back up and off of him.

there was a loud sucking noise as he pulled you off of him, both of your sexes tired and spent.

once again it felt like words weren’t needed, as if to speak meant to shatter the fragile air around you.

his large, cold arms snaked around you once again, holding you on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair.

“sever-“ you began, but he just shushed you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. he was peculiar that way, you guessed.but nonetheless you enjoyed the silence, even if it meant the exchange between the two of you may never be brought up again, perhaps it was for the better.

but you didn’t give it a second thought, instead drifting back to sleep on his chest and in his arms, the cold air around you seeming scorching on your skin as your mind wandered to other things, eventually becoming unconscious and calm, leaving room for nothing but contentment to fill either of your body’s.

perhaps when you wake up again you’d find that history tends to repeat itself, but one can only hope.

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can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue LMAOO anywayyssss thank you for reading!!!!! finally out of my drafts

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