Just a silly, slightly disturbing fic about someone dreaming about Flitwick.
Someone at Hogwarts has been having naughty dreams about Professor Flitwick for a while now, but who is the one having the dreams?
"At last, we're alone" Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice said in an incredibly sexy manner. "I guess this means we can finally..." he and I both blushed "... well, you know." He finished with a wink.
He took a step closer, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Oh god, it's so hot when he does that.
He giggled and looked down and to the side, as if he was embarrassed, but I knew he wasn't, he loves it when I look at him like this. I can see it, his erection. Obviously I can, he's wearing nothing but a pair of dress up fairy wings on his back and a pink, fluffy wand in his hand. He looks so adorable, I wish he'd come into the bath with me. Then again... I like having to wait, I like it when he teases me.
He coughed slightly and then sneezed. I've never heard something as sexy as that.
"Hold on a minute, please." He said, covering his nose with his hand. Oh yeah, don't let me see, you know exactly what makes me hot.
The pint-size fairly shuffled over to one of the toilet cubicles, I heard him break some of the toilet paper, the sound really echoes in this huge prefect's bathroom. The door's been locked of course, just me and Professor Flitwick, the way it should be. Always. I can hear my love blowing his nose. It's so loud in here. The noise sounds wonderful; it sends chills up my spine and in between my legs.
He reappears with a blush on his pasty-white skin. Some may say his complexion looks unhealthy, but I think it's perfect. The only other colour, apart from his cheeks, is at the tip of his... Rose petal pink, delicious. I think I just came a little, either that or I wet myself. But I don't take much notice of that, there are more important things to focus on, like my darling prince.
"Dance for me" I whisper. A shy smile lightened his face as he began to sway his hips. He pushed his glasses up again. I think I just came some more. He began to shimmy, his breasts and stomach jiggling as he moved. It was the ultimate sexual dance. He suddenly thrust his hips forward as part of the dance, sending me over the edge, making me cum with all my might.
Snape jolted awake and inwardly cursed himself for having that dream for the fourth that that week. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. He tried to remember that unbelievably sexy dance, so he could relive his dream once more.
Eww, it makes me cringe so much to write this, but I think it's pretty funny, so I thought I'd post it. I did it as a little competition with my friend to see who could write the weirdest fic. I won ^_^
Please review, no flames.
