#Professor sex

[braveclementine]

October 7: Professor!Kink (Clint Barton, Sam Wilson)💚

Warnings: 18+readersonly, loss of virginity, pet names, Professor Kink, Sir Kink, voyeurism, praise kink, light degradation, some choking 

Note: This is kind've all over the place. I feel like these are somewhat rushed oneshots and I apologize in advance for the whole book really if it's not up to the same standards you were expecting based on 2022 and 2023. 

Copyright: I do not own Sam Wilson, Clint Barton or any other Marvel Characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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You slipped into the dark school building, noting the security cameras were already off, and crept down the hallway as quietly as you could. You clenched the can of blood-red spray-paint in your hand tightly, as though holding it any looser would result in you dropping it. 

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, knowing that if there was a single teacher, janitor, or security guard here, you were in big trouble. You figured as long as none of your personal Professors caught you though, you would be less humiliated. 

You made it to the large, plain wall that was going to be used later that week to start a wind farm project. Your plan was to write in big, bloody letters 'WIND TURBINES KILL BALD EAGLES'. Followed perhaps by a lovely drawing of a bald eagle if you had time. It pissed you off how in order to 'save the planet' with natural resources, they were willing to let an entire species of animal go extinct. 

Yeah. They were really saving the planet there. 

You shook the can up quickly, deciding to wing it so that you could get done faster. The spraying sound made you stop halfway through the letter 'W', looking around. You knew it wasn't really that loud, only sounding like that since the building was dead silent. But still, it felt like an alarm just signaling to anyone that you were there. 

'I'll just knock this out in one go.' You thought to yourself and quickly wrote out the letters. Satisfied, you decided to skip the bald eagle (the letters would probably be enough) and you turned around before freezing. 

"I have to say I'm surprised." The dark figure of a shadow moved towards you, but it didn't matter that you couldn't see him. You recognized the voice of your art Professor immediately. "You never seemed like the vandal type Miss Y/L/N." 

You swallowed harshly but said as nonchalantly as possible, "And here I thought you'd see it as an expression of art." 

"I'm sure you did." Professor Wilson stepped into a portion of the light coming in through the window and you caught a glance of his face. He didn't look angry, but it was hard to read his actual expression. You could've sworn he was actually smirking though, and that perhaps there was some sort of glint of planning in his eyes. But what did you really know in the dark?

"Yeah. So? What do you think? I was thinking of adding a bald eagle next." You kept speaking, taking a slow, hopefully nonchalant step towards the stairs. You wondered if it was possible to outrun him- although it didn't really matter since he knew who you were. 

Suddenly, you could feel someone was behind you and you spun around, jerking a little as you came face to face with your. . . Archery Club Coach? 

"Clint?" You asked without thought, surprised. You had joined Archery in your Freshman year as something to do, and had enjoyed it and stayed on. 

"So this is the little trouble maker we were warned of?" Clint asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have to say, I'm surprised." 

You scowled but said nothing, wondering how you were going to get out of this. 

"I guess someone wanted to get into trouble." Mr. Wilson said from behind you, making the hair on your arms stand up. There was something about the way he said 'trouble' that made your stomach turn in a funny way. 

"It'll wash off after a couple of days." You muttered. "It's not that damaging." 

"You hope." Mr. Wilsons' voice was close, right behind you, making you tense. Your brain was telling you that you were caged between two men, both stronger than you, in a dark school, with the security cameras turned off, and no one around. You couldn't have put yourself in a worse position. 

"Tell me, Y/N. What do you think your punishment should be?" Clint asked softly. There it was again. That way he said 'punishment'. . . the two of them seemed to be cluing you into something. 

"None at all." You said, but it came out as a whisper as you looked between the two of them. Clints' expression was still open and friendly, but there was no mistaking the predatory glint in your art Professors' eyes. 

"We could make that happen." Clint admitted. "Sam over here anyways." You felt a strange thrill swoop through you at your Professors first name. How friendly were they with each other? 

"So I wouldn't be in trouble?" You asked cautiously. 

"Well, you'd still be punished by the two of us. . ." Sam said and you nearly gasped as he took your face in his hand. It was warm against your cool cheek and it took all of your self control not to lean into his touch. "but it wouldn't be on any records." 

Fuck you were so turned on. You were half-hoping they were talking about what you were thinking about. The other half of you was wary, not wanting to be that girl who fucked her Professor to get out of trouble or get good grades. 

"And if I opted out?" You asked quietly. 

"Well, Sams' not evil." Clint said casually. "We'd just have to report you to the school and let them take over from there. The way it would happen if you had been caught by anyone else." 

You were silent for a moment while the two of them stood there, communicating with each other over your head. "Okay." You said quietly, finally letting yourself lean into Sams' hand. Immediately his thumb stroked against your cheek. On a fluffier level, your feeling of loneliness you hadn't even realized you had lifted some. 

You hesitated for half a second as Clint stepped to the side. "Lead the way." He  said to Sam. 

Sam led the way up the stairs that Clint had originally come from and you followed, trying not to trip in the dark. Sam unlocked a room that you had never been in and you followed him in. He flicked the light switch on and you winced at the suddenness of the bright lights, covering your eyes for a second. 

"Good idea. I wanted to see her cute face when we fucked her." You heard Clint say from behind you and your cheeks warmed. 

You couldn't keep it in any longer, "P-Professor Wilson?" 

He looked at you, amused, "Yes?" 

You looked down at your feet then, unable to keep eye contact. "I'm um. . . this is- this would. . . be my first time so-" 

"First time and you want it to be with your Professor." Sam said, amused still. He grabbed you in an almost tender way around the neck, forcing your chin up to look at him. "And here I thought you were such a good girl." 

"Think we discovered that's not true when she defaced the wall down there." Clint chuckled. You tried not to stare as he'd already taken his shirt off, showing a wall of muscles, looking like Michelangelo's' David. He smirked as he caught you staring, sauntering over to you to take your chin from Sam. "See something you like Birdie?" 

"Yes Sir." You said, slipping into your quieter, more submissive personality. The one that you usually wore at school so that people didn't really look at you. The killing of the Bald Eagles had really fired you up. 

Clint groaned and looked up at Sam. "You know after years on the archery team she still calls me 'sir'? Gets me so fucking hard I have to go into the forest and shoot more than arrows." 

You went red, thinking of all the times you guys had waited at the archery field, waiting for your 'Captain' to come out of the forest because he had lost arrows in there. Looks like those had just been excuses, but you would never have guessed what he had been doing in there. 

"Well she always gets me hard during class with those skirts she wears." Sam drawled, removing his own clothes. He also looked like he had been sculpted by Michelangelo or Bernini. Absolute perfection really. Sam smirked at you. "It kills me when you uncross those legs of yours to let people get by you. I can see right up your skirt and see how wet you always are from staring at me." 

At that, you gasped, cheeks flooding in embarrassment. You had always thought no one would notice, since no one could see. You had never made a single outward sign that you had a crush on your art Professor. But apparently he had noticed since day 1. 

"You should start wearing skirts to archery." Clint moaned, slipping behind you to hold you to his chest. You could feel is hard on against the lower part of your back and you swallowed hard. Sam lifted your shirt over your head while Clint started to unbutton your shorts. "I thought it was bad enough when you bent over in these shorts. Can't even imagine what your ass looks like in a skirt." 

Fuck fuck fuck. You were going to be soaking by the time they'd undressed you and you hadn't even started! No doubt they'd tease you endlessly over that. 

You stepped out of your shorts without thought as Sam pulled them down. Clints hands landed on your bare hips, his fingers dipping between the elastic of your knickers and your skin. You shivered slightly, never having been touched like this. 

As you'd predicted, Sam chuckled as he ran the pad of his thumb against your soaked cotton. "I'm pretty sure I could taste you through your clothing you're so wet." 

You let out a pathetic whimper, wishing he'd stop teasing and just fuck you. 

Sam smirked, "Go bend over the desk." 

Clint released you and you walked over to the desk, putting your chin on your arms as you bent over the table. 

"How many?" You heard Sam ask, to which Clint responded, "How about twenty? I like saving birds too, so I don't want to go that hard on her." 

Twenty what? Twenty. . . spankings? How old did they think you were? Four? 

"Twenty sounds good. Hmm honey?" Sam asked teasingly, but you didn't answer, more arousal pooling in your underclothes at the new nickname. 

You heard it before you felt it, this smacking sound filling the air and then a stinging in your left ass cheek. "Oh." You gasped in surprise, not having expected that. Your pussy clenched at the same time, as though the spanking had been pleasurable instead of painful. 

When Sam was done spanking you, you felt like your ass was numb and you'd never be able to sit down again. Clint chuckled at your helplessness, watching you shift back and forth on your feet while keeping your head resting on your arms. 

"Here we go birdie." Clint said, picking you up slightly to stand you on your feet, taking vindictive pleasure in the way you winced slightly. Your ass was a gorgeous shade of red and Sam was proud as a peacock as you stood there, eyes slightly watery, but not crying. 

Yet. 

Sam unhooked your bra, letting the cloth drop off your arm as his hands came up to immediately cup your breasts. Clint meanwhile, took his sweet time in pulling your knickers down, biting his bottom lip as he watched strings of thick arousal clinging to the fabric. "Oh honey." You whimpered. 

"Look at this sugar." Sam said, dipping his fingers into your pussy, before standing up. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as you watched Clint take his fingers into his mouth, sucking them like he'd never tasted anything better. 

"She's just as sweet as I always thought." Clint said, lifting you up an inch so that Sam could pull the soaked underclothes off completely. 

"I think I'll keep these." Sams' glinted as he tossed them over onto his own clothes. "Just a sweet little reminder until next time." 

You didn't even get to question that before they were talking amongst themselves about what to do with you. 

"First time should be in a bed." Clint suddenly said and your eyes snapped to his.

Sam nodded. "Agreed. We'll take her back to our place." 

"'Our'?" You questioned out loud before you could stop yourself before frowning and tilting your head a little, "Oh, you're roommates?" 

Clint snickered. "History will say they're roommates. . ." 

Sam rolled his eyes, before picking you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder. "You're real naive honey. Don't worry, we'll fix that." 

You couldn't really see where you were going, but you were more concerned with the fact that you were completely naked and being carried through public. You squirmed on Sams' shoulder, wishing you could look around. 

"Don't worry birdie." Clint said from somewhere behind you. "We're not going to let anyone else see you like this." 

"Nobody else is out anyways." Sam said and you were jolted as he went up a set of steps. "Besides, we're here now." 

You were maneuvered into his arms now and you wrapped an arm around his neck out of instinct, while Sam walked down the hallway, shouldering a door open to reveal a well lived in bedroom. Meanwhile your head was still turning from this turn of events. It was only now you realized they'd walked part of the way across campus half-naked as well. 

"Give her here." Clint demanded and you were handed over to him. His lips crashed against yours as you felt the comforter under your bare back. "Sams more of a voyeur." Clint mumbled against your lips. "So he definitely wants to watch you as your taken for the first time." 

You flushed, flicking your eyes over to Sam who smirked, running his hands around your mounds, squeezing them slightly. "Don't worry honey. I'll still play with you a bit. After Clint has broken you in a bit." 

"I think she's wet enough I don't even have to warm her up." Clint said gleefully. "How about it birdie?" 

You weren't sure what warming up would entail so you softly said, "Sure." You paused for a beat and then added, "Sir." 

"Atta girl." Clint grinned, shucking his pants and boxers off. You tried not to audibly swallow as you saw how big and thick he was. Probably a good six inches and as thick as. . .well you weren't quite sure. But it certainly didn't look how it did in the anatomy textbooks. You really probably should've explored PornHub. 

Your Professor settled into a chair near the bed and you turned your attention to your Coach as he climbed over you, moving your legs apart gently with his own knees. You instinctively wrapped them around his waist loosely. 

You couldn't help but notice his scent first as it wafted over you. He smelled like the woods and sweat from hard work and pine. You turned your head, kissing the side of his jaw and he hummed, his smirk turning into something softer. 

"Let me know if you start to hurt." Clint said softly, before you felt him stretching out your entrance, pushing inside. He went slow while you laid back, your mind astounded at the strange, foreign feeling. Yes, it hurt. There was definitely a stretching pain as he slowly filled you up. But the pleasure! It was mind-blowing, how good it felt. 

"Oh." You moaned, your mouth falling open, your eyebrows pinched. 

Sam moaned lowly then, taking his cock in his hand as he saw your face drop into a perfect image of ecstasy. If he could've taken a picture. . . He squeezed himself tightly as he jumped in his own hand at the thought. The things he could've taught his students about Baroque art with that single image. Fleeting moments held for only a second. . . 

"How you feelin' Birdie?" Clint asked softly, almost against your lips. He was fully seated inside and you were pulsing around him harshly, trying to get used to his size. 

"G-Good, I think, Sir." You said quietly, looking up at him. Clint glanced briefly over at Sam whose attention was solely on the girl in front of them. Clint grinned, mostly to himself, before he started to move. 

You swore you saw stars. In a good way, of course. But dots seemed to dance across your vision as Clint moved inside of you. Every thrust ended up with him hitting something deep inside of you that sent tingles of pleasure all across your body. If you could describe it, you'd use words like 'electrical' or 'white noise'. It was so strange, so amazing, you couldn't describe it at all. 

Sam watched all of these emotions play across your face, his hand working himself even harder with each one. You were so gorgeous, so responsive, so emotional. Him and Clint had had an eye on you forever, even before you'd taken Sams' art class. The perfect girl for the two of them and now you were finally theirs. 

Clint could feel you squeezing him, your wetness increasing and the pleasure in your eyes increased and he knew you'd cum for the first time in your life. He smirked, lowering his lips to your skin, kissing sweetly where he could, before biting gently into your soft flesh, low enough so you could cover it. But you'd always know you were theirs now. 

You were embarrassed with how quickly you'd reached your peak, but before you could worry that it was all over, you could feel that lovely crescendo building up again. "Sir." You whimpered, your body craving approval for some reason. Like you needed Clint to tell you that you could cum before you did. 

"Yes birdie?" He asked, his nose nudging under your chin. He could feel you gripping his arms, could feel you spasming around him, and knew you were close again. "You want something?" 

"Yes Sir." You said, arching your back slightly which Clint took advantage of to wrap an arm under you, pulling you up into his lap in a stead position. Both him and Sam watched your eyes widen as you took even more of him into you from this new pose. 

Sam finally spurted through his fingers at that one look, most of the drops landing on his hand or the cloth he had underneath him. He got up, grabbing your chin in a gentle, but still dominating way, your lips falling apart and he shoved his fingers in your mouth for you to clean, watching your hazy eyes as they filled with new emotion at the taste. 

"Go ahead and cum for me birdie, that's a good girl." Clint said, picking up on your praise kink before you had, making sure to give you exactly what you were craving. "I'm gonna cum too." 

"Paint her, Clint." Sam said, making Clint give him a displeased look. Sam was the one with the artistic kink. Clint had a breeding kink. Sam gave Clint a warning look you didn't see. "She's not on birth control." 

Sam. . . That was the wrong thing to say to a guy with a breeding kink. 

"Oh fuck." Clint cursed, squeezing his eyes closed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He spilled into you while you were having your second orgasm. Clint barely caught himself on the bed to keep himself from crushing you, catching his breath as well. 

It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and you looked over at Sam, who was still standing by the bed. Your pleasure high was still affecting you though and all you could do was smile up at him, which was so adorable Sam couldn't help but smile back, before leaning down and kissing you sweetly. 

"You're so pretty." Sam complimented you. 

Clint pulled out slowly, giving both of you a sheepish look. "Sorry." 

"'S'kay." You mumbled to which Sam sighed. 

"You'll have to apologize again when she's not cock drunk." Sam teased Clint, climbing onto the bed with you. 

"Am not." You pouted, snuggling into Sams' arms, feeling like that's where you ought to have belonged this entire time. 

"You sure about that honey?" Sam asked. 

"Yes Professor." You said in a sultry voice, looking up at him under your eyelashes. And fuck if it wasn't a pretty sight. 

Sam groaned lightly. "Another night honey. Can't ruin you completely just yet." 

After a moment you asked, "What am I going to tell people?" 

And Clint propped himself up on his elbow with a grin and said, "It's a honeymoon baby!" 

[chucklesandrick]

Posting this draft from 2016...professor SEX is the  ONLY thing I remember from X-Men Apocalypse

[apollos-boyfriend]

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor

[platossoulmates]

one thing i see often about movie cherik specifically is people assuming erik is staunchly anti-telepathy but this is simply not true. there are multiple times when erik tells charles to stay out of his head, yes, but these are all moments when he is exceptionally angry. we know erik likes that charles thinks there’s good in him, and we also know he disagrees. he tells charles to stay out when he believes his anger will make charles see his true nature.

but there are also moments where he welcomes charles inside his mind. when they train in first class, charles asks “may i” and wiggles his fingers, and erik agrees without hesitation despite having no idea what charles plans to do. he trusts him. multiple times throughout the prequel movies, when he is without his helmet, he brings up the fact that charles could make him do whatever he wishes. he is joking, but the fact that he can joke about it at all shows just how deeply he trusts him. he never shows disgust or mistrust towards charles ability- in fact his whole fight is that no one should have to hide their mutation

even when he puts the helmet on the first time, he says “sorry charles, it’s not that i don’t trust you” he simply knows that he is disappointing him- knows that without the helmet, charles would be able to stop him, but also knows he wouldn’t, and is therefore saving them both from the what ifs when he chooses to wear it

tldr; erik never actually had a problem with charles inside his head! and it drives me crazy when that’s the whole basis of fics even though erik trusts charles more than he has ever trusted anyone else from the very moment they meet

[cherry-pop-elf]

Snuggle Company

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))

Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?

Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and it’s very short 😣 Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me

Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.

You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasn’t your assigned bedroom after all.

You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.

You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.

Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fred’s bed. Well, Fred and George’s bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. George’s ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys don’t always worry about masculinity.

“Psst….Guys-“ You gently shook George’s shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didn’t want to wake the other students up, but you also didn’t want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didn’t want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.

“Hm-?” George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.

“Thanks.” You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.

“No pink toads will get you-“ “Not on our watch.” The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they weren’t going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.

“We’ve got plans for her. Don’t worry.” George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.

“And it’s going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.” Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.

“Promise.” They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing you’ll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.

Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.

[stardust-kenobi]

The Wrong Ingredient

Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.

Word count: 4k

Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON

A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)

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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.

As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat. 

“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.

During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive. 

You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response. 

“Unfortunately, no” you breathed. 

“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.

“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work” 

“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged. 

You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you. 

Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint. 

You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.

“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation. 

“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.

“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim. 

The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.

Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?

You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.

Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.

Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.

You waited for a reaction.

And waited.

Nothing. You felt nothing. 

Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms. 

Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought. 

The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs. 

“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”

He looked up suddenly. 

“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”

You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else. 

“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.

His eyes grew wide for a moment. 

“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk. 

You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.

“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.

“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers. 

Your heart sank. What had you done?

“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously. 

Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable. 

“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.

You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it. 

“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?

“Aroused?” He questioned. 

“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too. 

“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth. 

“Professor wha-”

“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly. 

It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine. 

You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort. 

He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body. 

“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear.  You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.

“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?” 

Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now. 

“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin. 

The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched. 

“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.

“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.

“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for. 

“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you. 

“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.

“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.

Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me? 

No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position. 

“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next. 

“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.

Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew. 

Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder. 

“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery. 

“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong. 

While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong. 

He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor. 

“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words. 

“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself. 

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt. 

Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it. 

“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me” 

You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.

“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.

“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles. 

“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses. 

“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.  

You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him. 

It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.

Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke. 

“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already. 

Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over. 

“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.

His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation. 

“I need it” You struggled to form your words. 

“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust. 

“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too. 

“As you wish”

He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.

He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.

For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants. 

Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state. 

“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed. 

“More than alright” You breathed. 

“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart. 

Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.

He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly. 

“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him. 

“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. 

Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper. 

“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.

“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins. 

“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust. 

It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm. 

It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it. 

Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.

“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.

“I-I can’t” You cried. 

“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”

You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control. 

Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before.  Snape groaned lowly in approval. 

This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.

“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.

“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.

His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred. 

He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table. 

Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it. 

“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too. 

You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head. 

“I’m not” You confidently responded.

The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.

“Good” He muttered. 

——-

Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!

[hirukochan]

I feel cheeky sending another ask but I lived the interrogation one so much so just 3 so words: snape sex pollen. Perhaps a professor x professor?

(Ps: is their a place that I can support your writing!!!)

Snape x Professor sex pollen coming right up 🫡

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Blue Speckled Mushrooms

(Severus Snape x fem!Professor oneshot)

Words: 2572

Warnings: 18+ Sex Pollen :D - mutual dub-con, some biting, rough smut

Summary: In your continuing efforts to catch the grumpy Potion Master's attention you follow him into the Forbidden Forest - a mistake of perhaps destiny unfolding?

This is play post-war, Sev survives - not that it matters much to the 'plot'

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

It could have been so easy. Gather these blasted Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms and return to the castle. It’s all he asks for. Moon Cornflowers and Speckled  Blue Mushrooms to finish the brew currently under stasis in his office. Two plants. Just a few of each. They couldn’t be preserved through either magic or other means and had to be harvested within three hours of being used in a potion and only during a full moon. 

Now usually this is no problem for an accomplished potion master such as Severus Snape. A quick trip to the forest and done. He knows the half-forgotten paths, the safe routes. Knows how to avoid the Centaurs and other nastier beasts that live in the Forbidden Forest.

He does not know how to avoid her.

Irritating, stupid girl.

She took over the History of Magic position earlier that year, one of Snape’s first students he taught after becoming a professor himself at merely twenty-one. A seventh year at the time who already stared at him in the library back when he was a student. 

She just wouldn’t leave him alone!

“Midnight stroll?” She asks with that irritating smile on her stupid pretty face and follows him into the forest.

“What do you want?!” He growls at her. She keeps trying to make conversation with him, keeps sitting next to him during meals or in the staff room, talking. Always talking. Talking talking talking. 

How can a single person be this annoying?

She is still talking. Jesus fucking christ!

“So anyway…what are you doing here?”

“I don’t see how that is of any concern to you.”

“Just curious, is all.” She replies. Stupid girl. And she is still following him!

You have no idea what to do anymore. You’ve tried everything. You’ve tried catching his attention by talking to him, leaving the top button of your blouse undone, batting your lashes at him like a teen on a love potion, you’ve searched his company, flirted like your stupid life depends on it and the cranky bastard doesn’t even recognise it! 

You run to catch up with his long strides, wrapping your cloak around yourself to shield yourself from the cold night air.

You were about to go to bed, just finishing up your rounds through the castle on the lookout for students out of bed when you saw his billowing cloak sweep out of the entrance door. You of course followed him. Curious as to what he was going to do outside but also secretly hoping today’s the day he’ll finally notice your intentions.

Perhaps you have to be less subtle. You thought men like to be subtly seduced but Snape is not like any man you’ve known! Maybe he doesn’t like playing cat and mouse, doesn’t enjoy the chase. 

You’ll be blunt! Yes, if a stroll through the forest at midnight doesn’t do the trick you’ll gather what little courage you have and just make the first step yourself. You’re an independent woman! You don’t need to wait around for Snape to realise you’re interested in him and make the first step.

“Are you gathering ingredients of sorts?” You ask and walk quicker to keep up, pressing your arm against his by walking closer to him. He glares at you.

“Obviously.” He snarls and looks forward again.

“Cool. cool cool cool….um…which ones?”

He audibly grumbles.

“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.” You smile. He is making it very hard to be attracted to him. Grumbly bastard. Prickly idiot. Why can’t he just fuck you? Shove you into a broom closet and let out his frustrations if you’re so bloody annoying to be around! Why can’t you fall head over heels for someone normal?

Because normal is boring.

Your eyes glide over his sharp jaw, every muscle tensed, about ready to snap, beneath his pale skin that shines in the moonlight.

“I said, you were a daft, simple-minded girl when I had the misfortune of attempting to teach you potions - I very much doubt you’d understand any more now than you did seventeen years ago!”

His venom cuts deep. You stumble backwards. You thought he was clumsy when it comes to socialising, that he perhaps didn’t understand your intentions, not that he loathes you.

“Oh…” You murmur. “Um…okay…” don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. “Sorry for bothering you.” You turn on your heels and run. He calls after you but you ignore it, disappearing between the trees into the undergrowth, away from Snape because you are about to cry your eyes out like the stupid little girl he sees in you and you are not about to embarrass yourself any further than you already have! You just want to go back to your quarters.

Stupid girl! Insufferable, annoying, bothersome, foolish girl!

Snape runs after her. He considered leaving her to her own fate and capabilities and collect his ingredients but he had been cursed with a conscience. A nasty, biting thing demanding he not let her run to her death in an Acromantula den.

He’ll tear her a new one when he catches up to her! The sheer idiocy! Running into the Forbidden Forest like that! What possessed her.

“Stop running!” He snarls, draws his wand and sends a non-verbal Stupor at her. She stumbles and falls face-first into the flower field spreading over the clearing they had entered during their chase. Snape lifts his spell.

You spin around, furious. How fucking dare he? Isn’t it enough to insult you? Does he have to embarrass you by forcing you to bear your pathetic little hurt feelings to him?

He stands at the other end of the clearing, pale blue flowers reaching to his calves, emitting a gentle glow. He looks furious. The light of the full moon illuminates him from the back, deepening his already sharp features, cloaking his face and body in menacing shadows.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He snarls and points towards the direction you were running in. “Do you want to be eaten by enormous spiders?”

“Like you give a damn!” You shout and pick yourself up off the ground. Swiftly you brush loose dirt and a few pedals off your robes and out of your hair. The motherfucker stunned you!

“I might be a cold son of a bitch but I am not letting a colleague run to her death - no matter how annoying said colleague is. The way back to the castle is-” A wind picks up. His cloak flutters behind him, the fabric whispering with the motion. Pedals are ripped from the flowers.

His eyes widen.

You tilt your head to the side, brows pulled together. “Severus?”

“Stay where you are!” He hisses, sending droplets of spit flying. You look around, confused, searching the dark rows of trees for some beastly critter about to attack but you find none. Snape’s eyes are pinned to yours. His chest is heaving, his breath seems shallow. You take a step forward to which Snape instantly backs away, keeping his wand pointed at- you?

“What’s going on?”

“To the castle! Go back to the castle!”

“I am not your student! You can’t give me orders! And to think I’ve been trying to go on a date with you for months!”

“You have to go back to the castle now or- what?” His wand hand sinks a little. A crease forms between his brows. You’ve never seen Severus so puzzled.

“Year really…” You mutter. “Back in school too-”

“I am not in the mood for jokes or pranks.”

“It’s not!” You take another step forward. Severus’ back hits a tree. The wind picks up. A sweet scent reaches your nose, infiltrates your mind, swirls around your brain like vapours of a potion-

Weren’t you cold?

You were! Yes, you were- but it’s so hot- when did it get so hot?

“Stop that!” Snape snarls again.

“Stop what?” You roll your eyes and pause- your cloak lies in the flower field three steps away from you. You have unbuttoned your robes, revealing the white blouse and dark trousers underneath- when-?

“Go. back.” He has his jaw clenched, teeth pressed together. His nostrils flare, his eyes flick down to your chest and he seems to struggle to force them back up.

“Are you hot too?” Your fingers pry open the buttons of your blouse without you even noticing or you’re just not thinking about it…

“Go-”

“What’s happening?”

“Pollen-”

“What?”

“Where you shit in Herbology too?!” He snaps and you glare at him about ready to-

Your blouse slips off your shoulders and falls to the ground. “Stop- you don’t want this-”

“What? What is this?”

“A rare flower.” His voice sounds pressed, as though he’s struggling to speak, to breathe, to exist. He has his back moulded to the tree, clutching at the bark with his hands, straining to keep his eyes on your face.

The button on your trousers is open.

“The pollens they emit to the air to spread and form these dense fields- they have a unique effect on humans-”

“Which effect?”

“Can’t you tell, stupid girl?”

Your trousers push past your hips.

“You should be running from me, not stripping for me.” His eyes graze over your body, standing in front of him in only your underwear, devouring the sight. His eyes trace along the curves of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake…Heat rushes to your core.

“Sex pollen-” You gasp, noticing you’re standing a mere arm's length away from him now.

“The rather crude colloquial name - yes.”

“Severus- what-”

“Too late, stupid girl.” He snarls and the next moment he’s on you, pouncing at you like a wild beast. His woodsy, herbal scent flows around you, mixing with the sweet smell of the damned flower. His hands grip your arms roughly, blunt nails dig into your flesh. Severus swirls you around and pushes you against the tree. Bark scratches against your skin, stabbing into it but you don’t even notice.

It’s like a trance has taken over your mind and only one thing matters. 

He.

Severus’ mouth latches onto your throat. A million tiny explosions rush over your skin where he touches you and you moan, a feral sound ripped harshly from your throat, echoing over the empty clearing. Severus growls in response, even more feral, even less human. His teeth scrape over your throat. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, your thighs. Then he tears at his own clothes, shedding layer after layer with a quickness and urgency that has your head spinning.

“Stupid girl.” He repeats and kisses up to your jaw, your cheek. Heated, open-mouth kisses that leave your skin marked by his saliva. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto, something to pull you back into reality, your head spinning, skin exploding, core hurting. You’re so aroused, so need it fucking hurts.

“Severus-” You moan. His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around him on their own accord.

“You should have run when you still had the chance.” He snarls against your lips, his breath brushes over your skin. “You’ll regret this.”

“Shut up and fuck me, you prick!”

Your lips meet in a violent clash of teeth and tongue. You’re pretty sure he bites you or perhaps you bite him. None of it matters anymore when you feel his prick against your soaked entrance. You’ve never been so wet- never so wound up- so desperate for sex-

You cry out when he enters you, a forceful thrust that buries him to the hilt in your twitching channel. He is big. Too big under different circumstances perhaps. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He pounds into you, spearing you open, using his grip on your waist to bounce you on his cock in sync with each of his thrusts.

You cling to his shoulders, your nails drawing blood, fingertips running over old scars, exploring the surprisingly defined muscles of his lean stature.

Your breasts bounce, rubbing against his naked chest, his lips lay claim to yours, your face, your neck, your chest.

He stumbles, his left side giving in and you tumble to the ground. You’ve seen that happen before. The venom of you-know-who’s snake has left him with some permanent damage, not only the huge scar on his neck.

You don’t care.

You push him down to the ground, your hands on his chest and move your hips, lifting them, letting them slam back down, riding him. You throw your head back, your eyes closed, lips parted as his cock drags along your inner walls with delicious friction.

“So- so full-” You moan. Your breasts sway. Severus catches them, squeezing them with such pure delight on his usually reserved face. He twists your nipples between his fingers, revelling in the noises he coaxes from you.

“You could have had this so much sooner, idiot.” You hiss and grind down against him before lifting your hips up once again.

“Wha-?” His puzzled expression is almost cute.

“I’ve been trying to get you to ask me out for months!” As though to reinforce your discontent with his lack of romantic interest you pick up your pace. His head drops back into the flowers. The pale blue petals glow in his inky black hair.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asks, bucking up to meet your movement.

“I was flirting!”

“I thought you were acting especially stupid for some reason.”

“Arsehole!” You dig your nails into his chest but Severus seems to like that. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips part, pleasure drawn into every wrinkle of his face.

“Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“I’d have called you stupid. Perhaps laughed at you. Slip poison in your tea.”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t think you do.” 

Quicker than you can follow his movements you’re underneath him and your legs on his shoulders. Your head is still spinning when Severus starts pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the clearing, accompanied by your and Severus' animalistic, feral sounds of pleasure.

“I don’t-” You moan and dig your fingers into the dry soil underneath you.

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to say me neither.”

“I do whatever the fuck I want, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

His balls slap against your arse. His hand drops between your bodies, his fingers find your clit, run over it once- twice-

You see stars. Dots of light exploding all over your field of vision and pulling you into darkness, bringing the complex system keeping your body alive and moving to an abrupt stop. Your lungs refuse to fill with air, your brain crashes, your limbs tense, your whole body forced into a contortion made of carnal desire and the world-ending pleasure Severus Snape brings you.

You twitch. Then you inhale sharply, filling your lungs with air, shuddering, whimpering under Severus who spills inside you with an ear-splitting grunt and then slumps down above you. On top of you. Your legs found the ground somehow. His cock still inside you, throbbing, slowly softening, you lay in the dirt like a starfish, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed and confused.

“Friday.” Severus murmurs, his lips brushing over your cheek as he speaks. “Dinner. Be ready on time or I’ll leave without you.”

“Mh?” 

“You really are dense." He grumbles. "Your date, stupid girl. Friday.”

[plutonicbees]

xmen 97 was pretty cool but why were charles & erik so close to kissing in every fucking scene they had together and also why did charles & erik not kiss in any of the scenes they had together

[phoenixyfriend]

something something one of those those "Jango falls for Courtesan/Stripper/NightclubSinger/TrophyWife!Obi-Wan" AUs...

But instead Obi-Wan actually being a sex worker, he's undercover and still a Jedi, and either:

They split ways and run into each other a few months later with Obi-Wan in full Prude Beige Knight mode OR

The situation goes pear-shaped while they're still flirting and Obi-Wan has to break cover to grab a senator and jump out a window and suddenly this half-dressed glittery Person is batting away shots with a lightsaber and there's a bratty twelve-year-old who ALSO has a lightsaber threatening people with I Will Eat Your Liver if they keep staring at his dad's ass just because the sequined sheathe dress tore in a sexy place

[mlembug]

this is a fairly specific reaction from a guy getting rejected because the girl he liked is a lesbian

[magnetoisnotahappybunny]

[fandomcringebucket]

found the hill the X-Mansion was built on

[amymbona]

University literature professor!Patrick Zweig ? Are you INSANE ? I’m gonna kiss you cause that’s so fucking hot please him bending you over his desk and pulling your skirt up…. I’m gonna go lay down…

He's so pissed of, steam coming out of his ears, and almost had to physically drag you into his office. You've done it again, completely humiliated him in front of the whole lecture room, and made him look like a complete idiot. But this time, he's had enough. Your stupid comments about him being a sexist and a prick have finally reached his mind. You think he's an asshole? Fine. He's gonna show you how much of an asshole he can be.

"You've taken this too far, young lady." he states, locking the door behind you two. He's not stupid, it's not like he's gonna leave it open for anyone to enter and catch the two of you together.

"Did I?" you mumble innocently, lashes fluttering as you gaze up at him. The longer this game has been going on, the more enjoyment you've found in it. For the last few weeks, you have been purposefully preparing for the lectures in advance, desperate to kick him when he stumbles, to make sure he gets as humiliated as possible. And clearly, it's been working.

"Don't think I didn't notice the game you're playing. You're too confident in it." Patrick scoffs at your attitude, moving closer.

You remain where you are, a small smile pulling on your lips as you focus on the details of his face. As much as you hate to admit it, he's far too handsome for being such a dickhead. It's a shame, really. He has the face of a model and you'd be lying to say it hasn't showed up in your dreams once or twice.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, professor."

Oh, how hard it makes his dick to hear you call him that.

"You're not gonna quit, are you?" he pushes, his hot breath hitting your cheeks. "You're gonna continue being an annoying little girl and piss me off everytime you get the chance."

He's so close to snapping, you can't help yourself and push him just a little further. "Clearly, professor."

If there was an award for the least controllable temper, Patrick would definitely be the winner, because he has you turned around and bent over his desk the next second. His hot body is pressing into yours, fingers tangled in your hair, pushing onto the back of your head and stuffing your face into a pile of ungraded tests. He's caging you in, hard dick pressing into your ass. "Seems like somebody needs to teach you a lesson."

Is it so wrong that his words and movements get you wet? That you rub your butt against where his crotch is pressing against it and moan when it pushes against your clothes cunt? Is it so fucking wrong that being handled like this, especially by professor Zweig, turns you on?

"Fucking slut." he spits, his free hand quickly balling up the fabric of your skirt and tugging it up, revealing your round ass to himself. "You enjoy playing it dirty, don't you? Pissing me off so bad."

"You're so easy to mess with." you giggle, grinding your crotch back into his erection.

"And you're a dirty whore that needs to be put into place." Patrick tugs onto your hair in demonstration, making you arch your back and moan once again. Fuck. His pants are so fucking tight he needs to rip them off and bury his dick in your dirty pussy.

"Mhm." you nod, a naughty smile practically glowing on your face. "Yes. Teach me a lesson, professor."

The way you say it awakens something deep and primal within Patrick, something incredibly dirty and vulgar, not worthy of a professor, that needs to be released immediately. He takes your stupid teasing as a clear sign of consent, so it's no surprise when he pulls your panties off and slides his cock into your slick, wet cunt.

Fuck. You're so tight, the way you clench around him, the way you move as well and let him bury the full length inside you. You are everything he has imagined you to be and even better, ten, hundred times better, exceeding all his imaginations.

He pounds into you with all the anger in his body, holds onto your hair so tightly that he might rip a few strands out, but he doesn't care. Not when he has the access to your pretty pussy, when he has you bent over his own desk and is fucking you in his own office. This is a dream, better than every single book he has read before, better than Lolita or The Cement Garden, even better than 120 Days Of fucking Sodom.

"Fuck. You're so good." he groans into your ear, laying his chest onto your back. "Pretty fucking pussy."

You nod, moaning when his dick hits the spongy spot in your cunt. He's so good too. Better than good. "Don't stop."

Something between a chuckle and a moan slips past his lips and it goes straight into your brain, the dirtiness of the situation only fuelling your arousal. "You're so dirty, aren't you? Dirty little girl."

"Says you." you snicker lazily, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk to hold onto. "Dirty fucking professor."

"Say it again?"

"What?"

"Prof - fuck - say it."

Oh, so he likes that. You're definitely gonna exploit that knowledge as much as possible. "Mhm, fuck me, professor."

It makes Patrick go insane, mind fuzzy and clouded only by your tight, warm cunt and the stupidly high sound of your voice reminding him who he is. Thank god the door is locked, because if anyone was to walk in on you two and witness this mess, he'd definitely be fired. His life would be fucking hell but he's willing to risk all of that for you. For your pretty pussy.

You take him so well, so fucking well, and manage to stay cocky and full of yourself. Oh lord, how he despises you. If he wasn't fucking you at the moment, he'd pull you over his lap and spank you until you're a whiny, sobbing mess begging him to stop. You deserve to be punished, to be showed where you belong, not fucked and made love to.

"Mhm, professor, yeah. Right there." your voice is like honey, caressing his ears and pushing him forward. His dick is buried so deep in your cunt, he really doesn't wanna pull out. But he knows he has to, because there's no way he'd risk making you pregnant during your first sex.

"Fuck. I wanna cum in you." he announces, biting into your shoulder to silence his moans.

"Don't you fucking dare." you hiss, eyes rolling onto the back of your head as the muscles of your stomach tighten, orgasm quickly approaching. "I'll kill you if you do."

The dirtier you talk, the more he wants to slap you. "Dirty little bitch."

You're both a mess of moans and limbs, clothes sticking to your skin, high pitched sounds filling the room. All the papers on his desk are crumpled and scattered all over the floor, everything's a fucking mess but somehow, you both love it this way.

"Fuck... I'm gonna- Call me that again."

"Professor."

Patrick pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass and thighs, the final slip of the pink tip over the walls of your cunt evoking an orgasm of your own. It drips down your thighs, the mix of both your and his cum sticking to your skin. But you couldn't care less, as his body collapses onto yours, the heavy weight pressing you into the wood of the desk. Damn. This was, by far, the best sex of your life.

[merakiui]

you're right and you should say it. i'm tired of pretending vargas doesn't have huge breeder balls ready to knock you up at literally the first opportunity. deranged forest woodsman vargas chasing you down in the woods to fuck his children into you NOW

Omg yes....... this is exactly the appeal!!! Just,,, Vargas hunting a bunnygirl in the woods. >_< something something living in a cabin in the woods and finding you,, and you're so much smaller and weaker compared to him. He easily picks you up by your floppy ears and just holds you up to look at you. You could sit on his back while he does his push-ups and it wouldn't even be a challenge.... aaaa poor you, shaking and struggling in his grasp,,, cottontail twitching. So nervous. He'll praise you for being a fast runner.

Or perhaps you were injured when you tried to run,,, twisting your ankle or even sustaining injuries from the hunt.... so many scattered ideas, but the end result is that you're getting fucked into the dirt on your hands and knees. Hehe maybe you're on the cusp of heat, too....... your small bunny pussy is puffy and wet with slick and so very enticing. orz orz orz me next, Vargas. Please.

Like,,,, he literally has a voice line where he talks about how he was the most handsome and strongest in his town when he was younger (and still is today)........ just,,, the idea of taking you for himself as a prize of sorts because he caught you himself, and only the strongest deserves rewards such as you!!! I AM SO INSANE ABOUT HIM. AND HIS WHOLE WARDROBE IS TAILOR-MADE BECAUSE THE CLOTHING STORES NEVER CARRY HIS SIZE!?!?!??!?!?!?! ARE YOU JOKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW............. and he can bite through a leather belt,,,, the jaw strength....... and one of his talents is hunting..... it is destiny that you're just a poor bunnygirl caught at a bad time. <3 the rugged woodsman charm is too strong......

[braveclementine]

October 14: Monster Fucking (Remus Lupin)❤️

Warnings: 18+readersonly, Monster Fucking, werewolf sex, rough sex, size kink perhaps, smut

Copyright: I do not own Remus Lupin, or any other Wizarding World/ Harry Potter characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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"What if I don't want to?" You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"You don't have a choice." Remus growled at you, hands clenched around the back of his office chair. "Full moon is in a few hours, and I need you gone, you understand? You can't be anywhere near me when I become a werewolf." 

"You took the potion, you're safe." You said stubbornly, looking at the goblet that, while empty, still had smoke wafting from it. You wondered if it had been hot to drink as well. Remus had only told you it tasted disgusting. 

"I am not safe." Remus growled. His pupils were bigger than normal, a side effect from the full moon being so close. "Tame and safe are very different, Y/N. Just because the potion makes me tame, does not make me safe. I could still lash out and bite you. I'm becoming a wolf, I'm still becoming a monster." 

"You're not a monster." You growled back, stalking over to him. He backed up a little. It was frustrating that he was scared to be close to you, even as a human. "You're not!" 

"You need to go and stay in your own bedroom tonight, okay? Please bunny?" He begged. 

You pursued your lips, looking into his pale face. You crossed your fingers behind your back. "Fine." 

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You crept quietly back up towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office where you knew Remus was. The castle itself was dead quiet, and wolves had good hearing, so you were treading carefully. 

You wanted to be with Remus during this hardship, but he wouldn't let you anywhere near him. Things would be different tonight, you would make sure of it. 

You twisted the doorknob, finding it locked. You rolled your eyes, tapping it silently with your wand and pushing it open. 

You closed the door behind you, pressing your back to it. The office was quiet and dark, moonlight shining in through the window. You didn't see Remus, which was strange, but the office had another door leading into the bedroom that you and Remus usually shared, so you figured he was in there. 

The door was wide open, though the room was also dark. "Remus?" You called out quietly, standing in the doorway, peering around the room. He wasn't in here either. Had he changed his mind? Gone out to the Forbidden Forest instead? 

Suddenly, you heard a low growl behind you, which made your hair stand up on end in fear. You turned slowly, nearly screaming when you saw the tall werewolf standing right behind you. Your back found the wall, wondering for the first time if you had really thought this through. 

Even as a werewolf, Remus looked furious, angry black eyes that were glinting. He had bared his teeth, his long snout quivering. You were going to be in so much trouble when he could talk and punish you. 

Suddenly, his large paw hit you from the side and you tumbled to the floor on your back. He leapt, landing so that his entire body covered yours, his snout nudging your cheek. "R-Remus." You whispered. His teeth were so close to your body, your heart pounded heavily in your chest. You hadn't thought this through at all. 

Your clothes were ripped from his claws, your shirt not much more than scraps. He hadn't touched your skin however, which was still smooth and perfect. You lifted the shirt over your head, throwing it to the side since it was more cumbersome than anything else, figuring you'd grab one of his shirts once he had backed off. 

He didn't back off. 

Instead, he dipped his large head, his heavy tongue licked over your breasts. Your nipples, sensitive from last night, tingled and you let out a surprised moan. 

Remus' demeanor changed immediately. He became less aggressive, his long snout dipping down, nudging against the inside of your clothed thighs. His teeth ripped your pajamas away, his black eyes daring you to say something. But the thrill of fear that had gone through you at being bitten was gone, replaced by anticipation and trust. 

His tongue licked you, larger than an tongue could be. While it felt amazing, it tickled and you twisted on the ground. Remus put one large paw on your stomach, holding you still while his tongue dwelled deep inside of you, still licking you up. 

There was no time to breathe when he pulled his tongue out, because he had immediately sheathed himself inside of you. 

"OH!" You shouted, back arching off the ground. "FUCK REMUS!" 

He didn't stop, perhaps his animal instinct for mating overturning any ideas of checking on you. But there truly was such a thing as 'to large' and you were sure that he was never going to fit quite comfortably. All you could do now was hold on for the ride you'd gotten yourself into. 

He was animalistic in his fucking- as expected- his thrusts furious and somewhat sloppy, but deep and impactful. You could feel every inch of him as he thrusted inside of you, slamming his hips against you. His claws dug into the wooden floor behind you, clawing up the floor that you were sure even spells wouldn't be able to fix. 

"FUCK!" You screamed as you came hard, but he didn't stop, still plowing into you, interested solely in the release he was chasing. He reached it after your second orgasm, filling you up more than he would've human, his liquids starting to spill from your cunt even as he kept releasing into you. 

He panted as he pulled away, looking as satisfied as a werewolf could. You laid there for a moment, watching as he padded away momentarily, before coming back to you, nudging your cheek with his nose. 

You struggled to sit up, before he nudged you a little harder, this time in the back. Getting the message, you staggered to your feet, leaving the bedroom. He herded you to the corner of the room with a large nest of blankets and pillows that you hadn't noticed before in the dark. 

You sat down wearily before he wrapped himself almost protectively around you. "See." You mumbled sleepily, scratching his head behind his ears, "You're not bad at all, just an overgrown puppy." 

He snorted plainly in a way that said you were still in trouble for the stunt you pulled and you smiled into his fur, deciding not to push your luck. Instead you simply snuggled up against him, closing your eyes, and falling asleep. 

[mastermindmiko]

Greenhouse escapades

Pairing: Neville Longbottom + fem!reader

Word count: 2868

Summary: You remember the beginnings of your relationship with Neville while hanging out with him outside the Greenhouse. You remember one too many things, and one thing leads to another and you end up getting caught in some activities that you shouldn’t have been up to.

Trigger warnings: deciding that there is no need for breakfast?, mentions of sex, kissing, foreplay, semi-pulic sex, mentions of fingering, sex. 18+, getting caught.

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As you sat on the green grass outside of the greenhouse with Neville you looked up at the sky guessing the most random shapes for each cloud you could see. Neville laughed at your cute but somewhat disturbing ideas for each cloud. His back was pressed against the glass of the Green House and you sat in between his legs as his hands were wrapped around your waist. 

Everyone was in the great hall for breakfast, but you had already eaten with Neville earlier that morning so you both decided there was no need to go to breakfast. You were outside Neville’s favourite place, you both spent a lot of time in and out of the green house. You enjoyed looking at pretty flowers and Neville enjoyed tending to the pretty flowers. 

The weather was hot, so you turned to Neville and took the hair tie that he always kept for you on his wrist. Neville always noticed the tiniest things about you; two of those things were that you always get hot quickly and that you lose your hair ties quickly as well. So he always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you, and you found that adorable. He also noticed you fiddling with your fingers a lot when you're anxious so he lets you play with his fingers because you admitted it helps; he did that a lot even before you were dating. 

As you laid back on his chest you leaned your head back on his shoulder and you felt him press a soft kiss on your neck. You smiled as you closed your eyes in blissful peace. You thought of how much you loved Neville, he always has a picture of you in his wallet and how much he constantly admires you, he always says that he’s the lucky one when he’s the most thoughtful person to ever exist. You loved how he still made pinky promises and the multiple kisses he leaves on your face to wake you up each morning.

 You thought of all your moments with Neville; how he’d always give you a flower everyday and all the hugs he gave you from behind your back and twirled you. All the soft kisses and the rushed kisses, the kiss he’d give you after an entire summer of not seeing each other. 

Then you thought of your memories with Neville in the Greenhouse, other than it being the place you both spend your most time together other than your dorm; it was the place that you both had your first kiss together and your first time. 

***

You were in the greenhouse going to talk to Neville about how he’s been spending less time with you and more time with luna. A small part of you kept saying that they were just friends and that you shouldn’t worry, and the rest of you kept asking ‘Why do you even care?’ 

Neville walked into the greenhouse while holding a plant pot, presumably for one of the many plants he was currently caring for. “Neville!” You said. 

He looked up at the call of his name and saw you, a smile spread on his face as he walked up to an empty space on one of the desks and placed the pot while saying “Hi.” 

He washed his hands and he watched you fiddle with your fingers; and he walked up to you and handed you his hand which you then played with his fingers. Neville always loved helping you in some way and this way involved holding your hand so he couldn’t complain. 

“Why don’t you like spending time with me anymore?” You asked quickly after minutes of silence, and you watched as his expression turned into shock immediately. He squeezed your two hands that were playing with his fingers and asked “What do you mean?” 

You looked away from him slightly and let out a long sigh as you looked him in the eye once again, “You don’t spend as much time with me as you used to.” 

Neville flushed and it was his turn to look away from you, he hadn’t realised he’d done it so obviously. He didn’t want to but realising his growing feelings for you and that you couldn’t possibly like him; he decided that that was the right thing to do. He didn’t want you to notice because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings.  

You noticed his silence and you concluded that he was actually doing it on purpose; and you weren’t hallucinating. A frown was on your lips when you asked “Why? Did something happen? Did I do somethin-” 

“No no no. You didn’t do anything, I just I-” He waved the hand that wasn’t holding yours and he sighed, cheeks flushing. You looked at him, not saying anything. “I-” 

“If you don’t want to hang out with me, it’s fine. I can't force yo-” you started but you were cut off once again by him saying, “No it’s nothing like that, It’s my fault I just-” His gaze fell on your lips as an idea popped into his head. 

You saw him look at your lips and your face flushed as butterflies exploded in your stomach. You thought about kissing him and you noticed that you would actually really really like it if he did that. “I just-” 

He quickly pressed a peck to your lips and you were frozen even though you thought of it you hadn’t expected him to do it. He started muttering apologies as he took a step away from you letting your once almost intertwined hands fall apart. 

You cut him off by placing your lips against his, and placing your hands around his neck. He kissed you back just as eagerly as you kissed him, and your lips were moulded together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. You pushed your tongue inside his mouth and both your tongues played together. You heard him groan and as you pulled away to take your breath, you rested your forehead on his. You saw his boner and looked up at him, both his cheeks flushed red. Your panties got wet at the thought of Neville inside you.

You kissed him feverishly and you then asked him both your lips not parting except for long enough for you to let out a word at a time “Neville-” He pressed his lips against yours again, “do you-” you said as you pulled away from his slightly to ask your question, but you were only able to say those two words. “Neville, I want you.” 

His cheeks flushed as he stopped kissing you and asked “Are you sure?” You nodded and you both laid on the floor that was covered with blankets. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked shyly. 

“No, Have you?” He both replied and asked. 

You shook your head and then you pressed your lips against his and started to play with his hair and his hands were beside your head. He carefully put his hands, respectfully, on your waist. When you both needed to catch your breaths, you pulled away and you rose up slightly taking off your shirt. His eyes looked all over your body taking in all of your skin he hadn't seen before, his breathing got heavier and you could feel his boner on your thigh. 

You grabbed his wrist that was resting beside your head and placed it on your stomach encouraging him, “Touch me, Neville.” He pressed his lips against yours, he kissed you roughly and hungerly. His hands roamed your body and you helped him unclip your bra, and he threw it somewhere on the floor. 

He placed his hands on your breasts and started to massage them and you started to let out small moans. You then striped off your pants leaving you in only your panties that were uncomfortably wet. Wide-eyed he looked all over your body that was exposed to him admiring your beauty. 

You realised that he didn’t know what to do next so you grabbed his hand once again and placed it on your clit, you let out a small moan at the feeling of his hand around you; and his mouth opened slightly. Then you made his finger rub circles over your clit, you pulled your hips up slightly motioning for him to be near you. He started toying with your clit. 

“Is this alright?” He asked slightly hesitant as he increased the pressure on your clit and cupped the rest of your pussy with his hand. “Yes Neville, It feels good.” You replied with your voice between a sigh and a moan. 

After a few seconds you pushed his hand away reluctantly and you let out a whimper. He thought he did something wrong so he started asking quickly “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you okay-” 

“Yes Neville. I just want you inside me.” You said boldly and watched as he went to unbuckle his pants and you took off your panties. 

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You were brought out of your day dream and memory by a small “Darling?” You lifted your head off of Neville’s shoulder and looked at him, eyes opened, you still hadn't registered the wetness in your panties when he started saying “Are you okay? You were making um noises?” 

You flushed feeling embarrassed that you pulled him out of his thoughts that were probably innocent, but your guilt washed away when you felt him grow hard under you. You noticed that while you were dreaming he had pulled you closer to both his hips and chest, and that his hands were on your thighs now not your waist. 

“Neville.” You let out in a rough, strict voice. He was getting more courageous with the places you both had sex in, you always had sex in the Green house even though the walls were grass. You were both covered by the massive amounts of plants and their huge sizes, and you would always muffle your voice on Neville's shoulder. 

“What love? He said innocently as he looked at you with his hands closer to your skirt. “You look so pretty in that skirt, I can’t help it; and then you let out some small moans. I just can’t stop myself.” he finished while pressing some small kisses on your neck. 

“Neville.” You said with a groan as you pushed his head away from your neck and gave him a look. 

“Please Darling. There’s no one around.” You looked around you both to check and there was in fact no one around, you were also wet so this would be a win for both of you. Then you remembered how Neville got bold while you two were having sex once again, so you had sex ten minutes before Charms in the classroom. So Flitwick had to return your bra to Neville, you were so embarrassed. 

“Neville remember Charms.” 

He let out an annoyed groan and said “That was one time, and so you see any professors around here?” He was once again right. 

“That doesn’t matter, We’re in public and breakfast is going to finish.” You started to wonder how long you could stand the wetness in your panties. It's been about a week since you had done anything with Neville and you were getting impatient to feel him inside you. 

He started from your temple to the base of your throat as his hands wandered up inside your skirt slowly rubbing your thighs at the same time. “So you don’t want this?” 

“Yes.” You replied in what you thought was going to be a tough voice but came out as a breathy sigh. His hands reached your underwear and started to rub circles on your clit, knowing that since the first time you showed him how, he knew it was your weakness. You cursed yourself for telling him that and that you were almost agreeing to have sex with him in public while all the students were about to come out of the great hall soon.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder once again and you started to let out small moans and whimpers. “I’m taking them off, okay?” Neville said in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your panties. 

You nodded and felt him pull your panties down your legs, and you handed them to Neville; who smirked and said “Turn around.” 

Sometimes you would absolutely hate how comfortable Neville became with you, but then you’d go back to loving him being himself with you. It was always kind of fun people thinking that Neville was innocent when at the same time they're saying that Neville has his hands up your skirt while you’re eating dinner at the great hall. 

You turned around as cautiously as possible making sure not to flash your ass to anyone that was looking or that could be near, there was no one around. You avoided his gaze and your eyes were fixed more on his trousers. He pressed a long passionate kiss on your mouth. 

While his tongue licked your bottom lip asking for an entrance and you parted your mouth, he started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his trousers and boxers below his hips so that his cock was able to become exposed to the air. He placed his hand on his cock rubbing it at the same time you placed your face into the crook of his neck trying to hide your face. You knew that Neville would have stopped if you told him to or if you were not turned on by this; but when he touched you and felt you dripping he knew that you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Neville, can you be quicker?” You ask more of a demand than a question. You heard him chuckle and you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face as he replied “Of course love.” 

He pulled up against him so that you were both brushing against each other in the most agonising way and you let out a breathy moan and the movement. You started to move your hips against his and his tip kept brushing against your pussy. 

He kissed you urgently and passionately and you did the same thing. He started to position you on top of him, and when his tip was aligned with your entrance you pulled your mouth away from his. You slid all the way down on top of him , with you letting out a loud moan as soon as your hips met at the way he stretched you out. 

“Fuck.” He said with a groan, when you put your arms behind his neck and started to bounce on top of him. You had been on top many times before when there wasn’t any space for him to be on top of you, but this time the feeling of getting caught was making him inside you feel so much better. 

Your skirt covered both his cock and your pussy but as you started to go faster your knees hitting the ground and you both let out moans, it was obvious what you were doing. You kept bouncing up and down as you rotate your hips every once in a while, and Neville couldn’t get enough of you as he placed his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him making him groan louder. He started to kiss you again sensing that you were both getting too loud to not get caught and he kissed you feverishly, kissing your neck every once in a while. 

He moved his hips to get him to reach a new angle inside you and he started thrusting up to you and your hips hit each other with every movement. You started moaning loudly and he pressed his lips onto your again muffling your sounds. You started to get close and from the amount of times you’ve reached this point with Neville he sensed this and started to increase his speed while rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. 

He worked you through your orgasm and soon after that you felt him cum inside you, you knew the spell so it wasn’t a problem. After you pulled up from him, you sat on the ground beside him. You were still breathing heavily when he asked “Are you okay love?” 

You nodded and started to lean into Neville. Then you heard a rustle in the leaves around you both and both frantically tried to look calm and cool. Professor Sprout came into view with Professor Slughorn, both of them looking awkward, “I just wanted to get him the potion ingredients.” said professor Sprout. 

“Best be off to class, kids.” Professor Slughorn added trying to be cheerful and act as if they hadn’t heard you and Neville fucking a few seconds ago.