Author's Note: Sorry in the delay in updates recently. I started a new job and am working full time as an assistant manager at a retail store (which, with this whole "pandemic panic" is more crazy than ever! So I havent written much while I settle in to my new daily routine but once I get accustomed to it I hope to start writing more regularly again. I havent forgotten about y'all tho and in the meantime here is a rather steamy update! Thank you all for your patience and your loyalty!
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When she went home she Apparated directly into her bedroom. She took her new lingerie out of the bag and put it away in her dresser. She still wasn't sure what Snape would think of them and she didn't want to put any of it on just yet. She decided to go downstairs and work on her Patronus Charm for a bit.
She headed down the stairs and opened the door to the sitting room. She was surprised to find Snape was there, sitting in his armchair. He had a small fire going and he was reading a book.
"Hey, you're home," she said, surprised. "What are you doing?"
"Reading," he answered. "How was your afternoon with your friend?"
"Fun, it was fun. We had lunch, did some shopping, talked about boys."
"Boys?" he asked disdainfully, looking over his book at her.
"Yeah, she's dating Brian O'Neil."
"You did not talk about me, did you?"
"Of course not," she said, affronted.
"Good," he said lightly and she sat on the couch, somewhat offended that he thought she might tell Amelia about him.
"So, Avery and O'Neil? I suppose she has gotten over her little crush on you?"
"I guess so," she chuckled.
"Good. That is what happens with crushes. They pass," he said with a faint sneer.
She sat on the couch, staring at him as he resumed reading his book. She was trying to figure out if it was a slight towards her or if he was just being...Snape.
"What?" he asked dryly, not looking up at her.
"...Nothing," she said finally, standing up from the couch. "I'm going upstairs to work on my Patronus Charm."
He grunted in response. Freddie scoffed slightly and headed back upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed with Hemlock in her lap and her wand in her hand, staring at the picture of her and Snape on her wall.
I wish I knew what you were thinking, you stubborn old man, she thought. I wish I could get into your head like you so easily get into mine.
She turned away and sat back against the headboard. She practiced her Patronus Charm for a while, but she was distracted. She wasn't getting anywhere. She couldn't make any progress on her Patronus when she was worried about Snape.
"Mind games," she muttered aloud. "His specialty."
She glanced back at the poster on her wall then smiled slowly. She could play mind games, too. She knew how to make him happy, at least for a little while.
She put Hemlock and her wand on her bedside table and went over to her dresser. She put on the sheer black camisole and a new pair of black lace hipster underwear. She put on the red gown and tied it loosely in the front. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and shook it loose around her shoulders. She dabbed her honeysuckle perfume on her wrists and neck, then headed downstairs.
Her heart was pounding as she came down the last step, her mind racing with doubts as she entered the sitting room to find Snape exactly as she had left him. He didn't look at her, didn't seem to notice her enter the room. She was trembling slightly as she walked in front of him, her heart beating loudly in her ears.
When he finally looked up at her she undid the sash of her robe, letting it fall open so he could see her new lingerie. His eyes darkened and he set the book down in his lap.
"What are you doing, little girl?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Can I suck your cock, sir?" she asked in her best sexy voice. "It seems like you might be having a bad day and I thought, maybe, I could help?"
She took a few steps closer until she was standing right in front of him. She slid the robe off her shoulders and let it pool beneath her on the floor. She saw his pupils dilate as he looked over her slowly.
"Can I please suck your cock, sir?" she asked again, licking her lips. "Please?"
"You may," he said, sounding indifferent as he picked up his book. She sank to her knees in front of him as he resumed reading.
He's going to ignore me? We'll see how long that lasts. I'll make him pay attention, she thought determinedly. She unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper, and snaked her hand into his pants. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock and freed it from his pants.
She licked him slowly until he was fully erect. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and looked up at him to see if he was paying attention. He wasn't. His dark eyes were moving back and forth across the page of his book.
She hummed, mildly annoyed at his facade of indifference, and took him deep into her mouth, as deep as she could. She heard his sharp intake of breath and glanced up but he was still looking at his book. She growled softly and slowly pulled up off his cock, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. She swirled her tongue again around the head of his cock, then licked her way down his shaft. She pulled his boxers aside and began to lick his balls slowly. She heard him groan softly but he still had his book in his hands. She continued to lick then sucked his balls into her mouth.
"Easy," he hissed. "Gently."
She released his balls from her mouth and glanced up at him. He was still reading. She licked him gently, caressing his balls with her tongue before sucking them carefully into her mouth again. She sucked gently, bathing them with her tongue as she did.
She heard him groan and hiss softly but still he didn't put the book down.
You're gonna put that damn book down if it kills me, she thought, releasing his balls with a soft pop.
She redoubled her efforts on his cock, sucking like she was intent on sucking the life out of him. She sucked, pushing her head all the way down his shaft. Then she felt the head of his cock push into her throat, deeper than it had ever been, into her esophagus. Surprised, she started to choke slightly. She couldn't breathe but she'd be damned if she was going to stop. She pushed her head down farther until her lips touched his balls, and she wiggled her butt happily. Then something hard hit her head.
She choked and, opening her mouth wide so she wouldn't hurt him, she quickly pulled back. She rocked back on her heels, coughing, the book he'd dropped on her head fell to the floor. She looked up at him, saliva and precum dripping down her chin. He grabbed her arms, pulling her into his lap.
"You are evil," he growled, kissing her neck as he frantically pulled her underwear off of her. "Little girl, you are the devil."
She giggled as he pulled her thighs apart. She straddled him in the chair and he guided his cock into her. She tried to move, to thrust him into her deeply, but it was awkward in the chair. He had his hands on her hips, trying to control her movements.
Suddenly he picked her up, pulling her off of him, and pushing her onto the floor.
"Wh-" she started but then he was on top of her, pushing her head back on the floor as he positioned himself between her thighs. She arched her hips to meet him as he entered her and she moaned loudly.
"Evil, evil little witch," he said, sliding his hands beneath her camisole. His hands felt like fire on her bare skin. "Naughty little girl."
"Mm- ah!" she gasped as his hands found her breasts. "I take it you – you like my lingerie?"
"Yesss," he hissed, kneading her breasts roughly. "Yes, it's – you're beautiful."
She gasped again and he pulled the camisole up over her head.
He just called me beautiful, she thought fervently.
He quickened his pace inside of her and she felt something building deep inside her. Waves of pleasure started to roll though her.
"S-Severus, I – I'm -" she gasped but she couldn't get the words out.
"Cum," he growled. "Cum for me, my little witch. Cum."
"Yes!" she cried out, her hands clawing at the floor as her orgasm ripped through her. "Yes, yes, yes!"
She felt him inside of her, felt him inside of her body and her mind as he fucked her though one orgasm straight into another without stopping. She could feel him, feel his need, his desire to hear her scream.
"F-fuck!" she said, wrapping her legs around him, wanting to pull him deeper. "Please, please, Severus! Cum – yes!"
He grunted loudly and she felt his cock jerk inside of her followed by jet after jet of hot cum coating her insides.
When he was spent he rolled off of her and collapsed on his back on the floor, breathing hard. Freddie was breathing too but she felt her face flush as she realized how loud she'd been.
"You were loud," he said, rolling onto his side to kiss her. "If I do have neighbors, they have probably called the police."
She smacked his shoulder but smiled.
"Did that fix your bad mood?" she asked when she'd caught her breath.
"I was not in a bad mood," he said, kissing her again. "But yes."
She chuckled quietly.
"I – I deep-throated your cock," she said, flushing harder. "I've never, I mean, that was...awesome."
"Mm, yes you did. Very good girl," he said with a smile then kissed her again, more passionately this time.
"You liked that, huh?" she asked, grinning broadly, feeling like a dope.
"I did."
"And you like my lingerie?"
"I do."
"And...do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked quietly, looking away. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You are beyond beautiful," he murmured, then kissed her lips gently. She smiled and stared into the depths of eyes which were brown and warm in the flickering firelight.
