Snape Stan

My Pet

Finally, you thought when you found an empty balcony in Malfoy Manor. There are too many goddamn people at this party.

The Malfoys - Lucius, most likely - had insisted on throwing a holiday ball for the Ministry officials, presumably an act of good faith. Or to show off his wealth. You thought that the Ministry would account for all of the attendees, but when you had arrived there were far many more people in attendance. You gaped in the entrance of the ballroom. Everyone that was anyone had been invited... perhaps another show of arrogance from Lucius. To flaunt all of the people in which he associated, the wizards of high society. To show that he was a part of the social elite, lived among the good.

It had been about nine years since Voldemort had fallen, yet Lucius was still clinging to the story that he had been under the Imperius Curse. You knew, of course, that it was false - having been appointed a Ministry spy shortly after your graduation from Hogwarts, ensuring you were recruited into the Death Eaters. Partnered with the Aurors, you were the reason why so many had been sent to Azkaban after the war. Yet you had never witnessed anything, there was no evidence to prove Lucius a liar, and the Ministry decided to keep him close. They spun a story that they could 'forgive two Death Eaters under the influence of the Imperius Curse and allow them to hold such esteemed roles within the Ministry'. It kept your cover safe, although you did your best to avoid Lucius during this time. You didn't want his suspicions rising, you wanted to keep on the ruse - intent on keeping tabs on him from afar.

And so here you were in a swarm of smarmy pricks, cheeks sore from forcing a smile, and so you had broken away from the crowd to find a quiet spot to cool down. You never were one for niceties.

You leaned your elbows against the wrought iron rail around the balcony, looking out onto the gardens. Pretentious. But the breeze against your skin felt refreshing and if you closed your eyes, it was almost relaxing.

"I was wondering if I'd see you tonight," a sultry voice said behind you. You could feel his stare burning into your backside, on full display as you continued to lean on the railing.

"Miss me, Severus?" You replied without turning around. The voice could have belonged to no other. It was deep, velvety, and lazily arrogant. You had a history with Severus Snape, primarily revolving around passions of the body. Sex with him was the one true escape from the horrors you endured. The release was always a balance to your emotions.

He approached you, wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you up against his body. His cock was already hard. He pressed it into your ass and whispered into your ear, "You tell me."

"You always were so needy," you responded in a husky voice.

His hands began to slowly rise from your hips, caressing over the curves of your body at a painstakingly slow rate. He ducked his face to meet his lips to your neck and followed the trail of skin up to your ear. His hot breath danced along your desire, sending sparks straight to your core. You brought your hand up and ran your fingers through the dark tresses framing his face. He nudged your lobe with his nose before softly biting it. You emitted a soft moan.

"We'll see who the needy one is today, my pet." He spun you around to face him and you tucked his hair behind his ear.

"Take me home, Severus."

With a small pop, you felt the world twist away into darkness before appearing in front of Severus' home. He took you by the hand and pulled you through the front door, spinning around as soon as it closed and pushing you against it. One hand leaned against the doorframe and the other wrapped around the back of your neck as it pulled you into a kiss so full of desperation, wanton need, that it nearly made your knees buckle. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip as if requesting entry and you opened your mouth to welcome him into it. His breathing became heavy as his tongue raked against yours, only breaking away from the kiss to trail smaller ones across your jaw and down your neck. Your head fell back as he latched on to a spot just under your ear. The hand supporting him against the doorframe came down to your shoulder and pushed the strap of your silky dress away, exposing more of you for him to devour.

"Severus," you moaned as he licked and nipped at your tender flesh. His name on your tongue drove something primal in him and as he brought his lips back to yours, he lifted you from the ground. You wrapped your legs around him, exposing them through the slit in your dress. He kneaded at your ass as he began carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom. Every stair he took drove his bulge into your heat and you drove your hips down against it in desperate search of more friction. The door to his room flung itself open as he approached with you, the proximity to his bed driving him to a frenzied state. He pulled down the other strap of your dress, sucking on your collarbone until finally reaching his destination. He pulled back from you with a fire in his eye as he dropped you to the bed, reaching out and ripping your dress from your body.

You didn't give a shit about the dress. In that moment there was him and only him, heady with desire. You laid back on the bed, legs still hanging off. Your chest rose and fell with your rapid breaths and you watched him stare as he began slowly unbuckling his belt, pulling it through the loops, and letting it drop to the floor. His cock was throbbing against his pants but there he stood, a predator with his prey, waiting for the right moment to jump. You brought your hands to your chest and slowly moved them down your body. Every movement was deliberate until finally, you reached your panties. You pulled them down just enough to bare yourself to the man in front of you, to allow yourself access to your heat. Your fingers gently swiped over your folds and around your clit, eliciting another light moan - but this time, it did not come from you. Severus unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. It pulsated with an urgency that you had not seen from him before and he closed the space between you in two large steps, grabbing your hand and pinning it above your head.

"You absolute fucking tease." His body was now hovering over yours, his cock pressing against the bare skin of your pussy. You held his gaze and bit your lip. Your were pulling out all of the cards today, everything you knew that would drive him crazy. "Brat," he spat at you. You let out a breathy laugh that caught in your throat as his mouth attached to your nipple. His tongue ran over the peak and your back arched in response, your body begging for more. His hand came to your other breast and pinched your nipple between his fingers as he continued to suck on the other.

"Severus, please."

He let out a low laugh and descended your body. He kneeled between your legs, a man praying at his temple, before he began hungrily devouring it. His tongue quickly found your clit and began circling around it. You let out a gasp as his finger prodded at your entrance and slowly, tantalizingly, pushed in. Then came a second, a third finger, and you were soon bucking under his ministrations.

"Severus, please!" You begged again. He knew what you wanted, but he did not stop. Your walls began clenching around his fingers, and he curved them to massage just the right spot and you exploded, his name falling from your lips over and over again as he helped you ride out your high.

"I do believe, my pet, that begging constitutes needy behavior," he chuckled darkly as he rose from the floor. He held eye contact with you and brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them off. He let out a light moan. "You taste divine."

You could already feel the heat building back in your core. You propped yourself up on your elbows pushed yourself farther back on the bed. He followed your movements, crawling above you, a predator still stalking its prey, until you hit the headboard. You reached up and brought him into a kiss, arched your back again once more to press your breasts into his chest and in one unforgiving thrust, he entered you. He did not wait for you to adjust to your size before pumping into you, and you mewed underneath him.

"And you feel even better," he growled into your ear. Severus increased his pace, his cock stroking along your inner walls in rapid succession. "My little pet, my little slut, all for me," he continued.

"All for you."

His hand came to your face and squeezed your cheeks, positioning your face so he could look into your eyes.

"I'm going to make you beg to come on my cock, little slut, and then I'm going to fill you up over and over again."

You bit your lip again in response and he grunted. His hand lowered to your through and wrapped around it, his tongue traced the line of your jaw before finding your mouth once again. He squeezed your throat lightly as he continued thrusting into you. Your nails scratched up his back until reaching his hair. You dragged your fingers through his locks and pulled. He let out a low moan in response, and began rutting into you harder. He brought one of your legs up onto his shoulder and with this new angle, his thrusts hit even deeper, his pelvis rubbing on your clit. You could feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to unravel once more.

"Severus, please, please, please," each punctuated by a rough thrust.

"Please," a thrust, "What?" and another.

"I'm so close," you moaned and pressed your eyelids closed.

"Open your eyes, my pet. I want to see you as you come undone around me." His hips rutted into you, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Come for me, darling," he whispered. And you did, the waves crashing over your body as your walls clenched around him, sending him over the edge. Severus reached his own climax and his thrusts slowed as he filled you with his seed.

~~~~~

The heels of your boots clicked down the hall of the dungeons, matching the pace of your racing heart while you made your way to Professor Snape's office for the sixth night this week. You could have sworn that he was making up work for you to do as a small way of torturing you for merely existing. But you had decided that you would not give up, not this far into working with the potions master. This was your second year as his assistant at Hogwarts and it was already proving to be harder than the last. 

The school year started nearly a month ago. At first, he ignored you much to your chagrin. You thought that after the events of last year, you had finally moved past him brushing you off and sneering at you. That maybe your working relationship could now at least be civilized. You shuddered at the thought of last year - images of Severus limping into your office one night with desperation in his eyes. You had stood from your desk, looking down to see a gash across his leg that was bleeding profusely. You still weren't sure why he hadn't gone straight to Madame Pomfrey to tend his injuries after he had thrown himself in front of Professor Lupin when he had tried to attack students as a werewolf. You tenderly treated his wound with healing magic, potions and salves before finally helping him to your bed. You stayed up all night monitoring him - you knew he would be fine, but you worried. 

After that, he had acted kinder towards you. It was his way of thanking you. But then you left for the summer break and everything had returned to normal when you arrived two weeks before term started. Determined to break through his rough exterior and see that side of him again, you had decided to keep pressing him, continued to be kind to him. You were resolved to become his respected colleague. You hoped to be his friend. And the butterflies you got when touching him, lightly caressing his thigh as you applied a healing salve to avoid scarring - the small grunts he made that didn't entirely sound like they were from pain - electricity shot down your spine and to your core... Maybe you wanted to break through to him in deeper ways. But he hadn't acknowledged anything that passed between you, and now you were back to square one. 

Until you had called him out in front of the second years in class six days ago. He had disrespected you in front of them and you had hit your boiling point. His eyes turned black, angry, and he dismissed the glass with a low and dangerous "Get. Out."  He brushed passed you then, storming out of the classroom leaving you to clean up and teach the next class. You received an owl at dinner that night with a letter scrawled out to you. 

My office, 7:00. Do not be late. 

And it had been so every night since - except tonight. Tonight, the note said to arrive at 9:00. So you did, at 9:00pm sharp, and entered the open door to his office with your shoulders back, chin high. Whatever tedious task you were assigned tonight would be done without complaint. 

"Shut the door," Snape said without looking up from the homework on his desk. 

You did as requested and approached his desk quietly. Sat in the chair across from him. Waited. 

"Sir?" 

Nothing. You sighed and sat back in your chair, crossing your legs. His eyes snapped up from his grading at the sound and lingered on your face before his gaze slowly went down to your chest, your legs, then back up again. 

"It's rude to stare, sir," you leaned forward again and propped your elbows on his desk and smirked. "What do you require of me tonight?" 

"I would like," he finally replied, "for you to transfer the ingredients from those jars to those jars." He waved at the ingredients across his office and resumed grading the papers. You scoffed and didn't move. 

"I believe that is all the instruction you require, is it not, Miss Y/N?" 

"Yes sir." 

"And are you incapable of standing to complete this task?" 

"No sir."

"Then why are you. still. sitting. here?" Each word punctuated, venomous. 

"Because this is a foolish task, Professor." You had spent the past six nights completing similar tasks, and when you had finished one there was another one lined up. It was a waste of time. "Do you not think that I am more than capable of assisting elsewhere?"

Snape slammed his hands on his desk and stood up, the legs of his chair scraping the floor as it flew back. 

"Do not speak out of turn! It may have escaped your notice, but you are my assistant, you are here to assist me." His brows were furrowed together and he leaned over his desk towards you.

"That may be true, sir, but it may have escaped your notice that I am qualified to do more than just silly tasks to pass the time. Why do you insist that I am here as just some fucking girl that you can ogle and abuse your power on. Does the potions master title feed your ego that much, that you feel the need to degrade me at every chance you get?"

Snape's eyes turned dark with anger as you spoke, but you didn't give a shit. You were tired of this, past your limits of what you could take and still respect yourself. If he wasn't willing to work with you, respect you enough to lend you even a speck of decency, then you didn't know where you were going with this. When you were finished talking, he recoiled away from you with a look of disgust. 

"That you have the audacity," Snape replied with a low voice, his fingers dragging on his desk as he began walking around it, "to speak to me in such a way-"

"The same could be said for you, Professor," you cut him off. You lifted your chin into the air as you held his eye contact, but backed away as he got closer to you. With every step you took back, he followed. 

"You insolent little witch!" Snape leaned down to your eye level as he spoke. "Always parading around like you own the place, demanding more respect when you have not earned it!" 

"Have I not?! I've been working as your assistant for a year now, and yet you still treat me like a bug on the bottom of your shoe. And after I helped you last year, I thought-"

"Thought what, exactly? That I would bow to you, my savior?" 

"No. That maybe things would change, that you would be able to acknowledge whatever this tension is between us because I know that there is more to it than just disdain. And you are too cowardly to admit it." You took another step back, turning to the door. "Fuck you, Severus. I don't know why I've bothered."

You reached the door and opened it, prepared to exit, but you heard his footsteps approach you quickly. His hand reached around your head and slammed the door shut, the other arm coming around your other side to lock it. You were pinned in between him and the door, heart beating in your throat, and you spun to face him. He leaned down once again to eye level. You could feel his hot breath against your neck and the smell of him... Merlin, did he smell divine. 

"Fuck you, she says. Yes, that's exactly it, isn't it? Don't you dare act as though I am the only one ogling here, Y/N. Yes, I heard those filthy thoughts when you mended my leg. I felt your desperation seeping from you." He stood straight then and grasped the back of your neck, dragging you beside him back to his desk. "Every day I must suffer those thoughts."

He shoved you towards the desk and spun you around, facing away from him. His hand pushed you down so your face was pressed into the cool wood. 

"Is this what you want, Y/N?" He pressed himself into your behind and you could feel his length against you. "Is this what you have been so desperate for?" You tried to stand back up but he pushed you down again. His belt rattled as he took it off, as he tied your hands with it behind your back. 

"So desperate for my approval, my respect, my cock." He chuckled lowly. You felt your skirt being lifted, exposing your ass to him. Heat rose in your face. "Just lovely," he praised as his calloused hand rubbed the now exposed skin, "and all for me."

He leaned down to your ear and whispered, "Count." 

You tried to turn back to look at him, to ask what he meant, when his hand came down and made sharp contact with your skin. 

"Severus, please," you yelped as his hand came down again. 

"Count!" 

"One," slap. 

"Two," slap. 

"This is what disrespectful witches deserve," he sneered at you as his hand came down again and again. By the tenth slap you were whimpering. "Enjoying this, are we?"

Snape pulled you up by the belt just enough for him to reach around and rip open the buttons of your blouse. His hand went under your bra and pulled your breasts out before he roughly pinched your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled you up some more, giving him leverage to reach around to your heat. His fingers slipped between your folds and began rubbing circles around your clit. 

"Already so wet for me," he whispered into your ear. He nibbled at your neck and earlobe. "I need you to tell me you want this." 

You nodded eagerly, but it wasn't enough. He pinched your nipple hard. 

"Use your words." 

"Yes, please."

"Please what?"

"Please, sir."

He pushed you back down onto the desk and lined himself up with your entrance before pushing his cock in, not giving you time to adjust to his length. You both let out a low moan as he slowly pulled back out, quickly plunged back in. 

"My little slut," he grunted as he pushed all the way into your dripping cunt. "You belong to me." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Tell me." 

"I belong to you." You breathed out. With every pump, your hips hit against the desk and you let out a cry of pain and pleasure. Severus splayed his fingers in your hair before grabbing onto a handful and pulling it. His his snapped into you, quicker and quicker. 

"So tight for such a little slut," grunted out between thrusts. "Is this what you wanted? Taking my cock on my desk, writhing under me."

You moaned back in response, feeling yourself getting close. Teetering on the edge of coming, you clenched around him. 

"You don't come until I say you can come, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." 

You struggled not to as his breathing became erratic as his hips kept snapping against you, his balls slapping against the back of your thighs. He once again reached around to rub circles around your clit. Your hands grasped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as you groaned from the pleasure. His low moans filled the air, making you throb on his dick even more, your body threatening to tumble over the edge. The heat was rising in your core, the familiar feeling becoming overwhelming. 

"Come for me," he demanded. Your body pulsed with the waves of your orgasm as you climaxed, your walls slamming down around his cock. You cried out with each wave of pleasure.

"Fuck, Severus!"

 "What a good little whore, coming all over my cock," he praised you as you came down from your climax. He kept pumping into you but you could feel he was close. 

He pulled out of you after a few more thrusts, pulled on the belt around your hands and dragged you to the floor. He pumped his cock in one hand, the other on the desk behind you, before streams of cum shot out onto your face and dropped down onto your chest. He tucked himself back into his pants before wiping up his cum with his thumb and wiping it along the inside of your bottom lip, marking you.