Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Desire ❯ Undercover Desire ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Spirit Dragon 
Severus gets a surprise during class.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 754 | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Severus gets a surprise during class.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.08.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 754 | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Undercover Desire
Pairings: Snape X Harry
Ratings: NC-17, PWP
Disclaimer: This idea itself is mine, though shared by many others, nothing else like the characters, or the subject.
Professor Snape sat down behind his desk with a sigh. He glared out at any student unfortunate enough to glance up. Normally he could handle the idiot seventh years but lately the bickering between the Gryffindors and Slytherins was driving him up the wall. One more month. One more month they would graduate and he wouldn't have to see them ever again. Even Potter would be gone.
Potter. His eyes swept the room again. Potter never showed up for class today. He glared harder and poor Longbottom spilled his ink bottle all over the table. Snape rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the essays before him. Suddenly grateful for the drape covering the table, he kicked his shoes off and curled his toes into the secret carpet he had hidden under it.
It wasn't until he was a third of the way through grading that he felt it. He froze as a hand worked its way up his pants. He glanced down but saw nothing. With a shake of his head he returned to grading, promising himself a stiff drink afterward. He froze again as suddenly his pants and underwear disappeared from his body. He barely swallowed his shout as he saw his shaft disappear from sight.
He glanced quickly up at his students. They were still hard at work on their tests. He nearly bit his tongue as he felt a wet heat engulf his shaft. Swallowing his moan, he casually leaned back in his chair, shifting his hips forward. His eyes glazed over as the suction started. He longed to reach down and assist but…
“Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley do your own work!” If anyone noticed his voice more high pitched than normal didn't comment. Snape's hand clenched as the pleasure built up. Just a little bit more, he only needed a little bit more. He spread his legs wider not caring how it made his look. He groaned as he felt a hand tugging gently on his balls. His eyes flew wide and he glanced up at his students.
“What are you looking at?” he swallowed as he felt a tongue stabbing at his slit. “Back to work!”
Snape steepled his fingers and rested his chin upon them as his hips began to thrust slowly. Through a haze of pleasure he glanced up at the clock on the wall. Thank Merlin only a few moments until he could release the class. He ground his teeth together as the hands moved to his upper thighs and the suction increased. Oh fuck it!
“Class dismissed!” Snape called out.
“But Professor we still have…”
“Either you leave now Miss Granger or serve a week's worth of detention.”
The room emptied. Snape waited until the door closed before calling out a locking charm and grabbing the arms of his chair. With a groan he thrust up into the mouth over and over again. Soon he could feel the fire in his body flying down to his erection and he climaxed with a shout. He slumped back into his chair gasping for air. He barley noticed as the drape moved briefly. He looked up as his attacker revealed himself and leaned down for a kiss.
Snape broke away briefly, “What on Earth... were you.... thinking?” He gasped for breath.
“Well you said that getting a blow job during one of your classes was one of your fantasy's didn't you?
Snape closed his eyes. He opened them again with a thought. “You realize that how its five pairs of pants and underwear you owe me now Potter.”
Harry laughed as he straddled Snape's lap. “Add to that three of my shirts and a belt that you broke snatching off me and we'll call it even.”
Snape's arms settled around Harry's waist. “I believe it's my turn now and I've always wanted to shag you in the locker rooms during a Quidditch game.” Harry grinned as he was yanked down for another kiss.
The End
Pairings: Snape X Harry
Ratings: NC-17, PWP
Disclaimer: This idea itself is mine, though shared by many others, nothing else like the characters, or the subject.
Professor Snape sat down behind his desk with a sigh. He glared out at any student unfortunate enough to glance up. Normally he could handle the idiot seventh years but lately the bickering between the Gryffindors and Slytherins was driving him up the wall. One more month. One more month they would graduate and he wouldn't have to see them ever again. Even Potter would be gone.
Potter. His eyes swept the room again. Potter never showed up for class today. He glared harder and poor Longbottom spilled his ink bottle all over the table. Snape rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the essays before him. Suddenly grateful for the drape covering the table, he kicked his shoes off and curled his toes into the secret carpet he had hidden under it.
It wasn't until he was a third of the way through grading that he felt it. He froze as a hand worked its way up his pants. He glanced down but saw nothing. With a shake of his head he returned to grading, promising himself a stiff drink afterward. He froze again as suddenly his pants and underwear disappeared from his body. He barely swallowed his shout as he saw his shaft disappear from sight.
He glanced quickly up at his students. They were still hard at work on their tests. He nearly bit his tongue as he felt a wet heat engulf his shaft. Swallowing his moan, he casually leaned back in his chair, shifting his hips forward. His eyes glazed over as the suction started. He longed to reach down and assist but…
“Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley do your own work!” If anyone noticed his voice more high pitched than normal didn't comment. Snape's hand clenched as the pleasure built up. Just a little bit more, he only needed a little bit more. He spread his legs wider not caring how it made his look. He groaned as he felt a hand tugging gently on his balls. His eyes flew wide and he glanced up at his students.
“What are you looking at?” he swallowed as he felt a tongue stabbing at his slit. “Back to work!”
Snape steepled his fingers and rested his chin upon them as his hips began to thrust slowly. Through a haze of pleasure he glanced up at the clock on the wall. Thank Merlin only a few moments until he could release the class. He ground his teeth together as the hands moved to his upper thighs and the suction increased. Oh fuck it!
“Class dismissed!” Snape called out.
“But Professor we still have…”
“Either you leave now Miss Granger or serve a week's worth of detention.”
The room emptied. Snape waited until the door closed before calling out a locking charm and grabbing the arms of his chair. With a groan he thrust up into the mouth over and over again. Soon he could feel the fire in his body flying down to his erection and he climaxed with a shout. He slumped back into his chair gasping for air. He barley noticed as the drape moved briefly. He looked up as his attacker revealed himself and leaned down for a kiss.
Snape broke away briefly, “What on Earth... were you.... thinking?” He gasped for breath.
“Well you said that getting a blow job during one of your classes was one of your fantasy's didn't you?
Snape closed his eyes. He opened them again with a thought. “You realize that how its five pairs of pants and underwear you owe me now Potter.”
Harry laughed as he straddled Snape's lap. “Add to that three of my shirts and a belt that you broke snatching off me and we'll call it even.”
Snape's arms settled around Harry's waist. “I believe it's my turn now and I've always wanted to shag you in the locker rooms during a Quidditch game.” Harry grinned as he was yanked down for another kiss.
The End