The Assistant II.- Behind the Tapestry

It was a day like any other, with students bustling through the castle's corridors and professors keeping watch over the lively chaos. Yet, for you, everything felt different. It had been a week since your passionate encounter with Severus Snape, and the memory lingered like an intoxicating spell, refusing to fade. No one had ever made you feel the way he did—so utterly alive, so achingly vulnerable. As the vivid images of that night played unbidden in your mind, your cheeks grew hot, the warmth spreading through your entire body. Merlin's beard, what you wouldn't give for another moment like that…

You turned right and found yourself in the corridor of tapestries. It was, once again full of students and Professor McGonagall was on patrol duty.

As always, Professor McGonagall was on patrol, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

"(Y/N)," she called, her voice carrying over the chatter. "How have you been settling into your new position here?"

"It's been truly magical, Minerva," you replied with a warm smile.

McGonagall nodded approvingly but quickly turned her attention to Fred and George Weasley, who were darting down the hallway, pushing young Slytherins to the ground.

Before you could take another step, a hand gripped your arm and tugged you backward. The world spun for a moment, and you suddenly found yourself hidden behind a tapestry, pressed firmly against the cool stone wall.

Standing before you was Severus Snape, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Before you could react, his left hand covered your mouth, silencing any protest or gasp that might escape.

His other hand slid swiftly under your skirt, his fingers finding your center. One finger slipped inside, then two, and finally three, each motion angled to hit that perfect spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The muffling press of his hand against your mouth became your saving grace, stifling the sounds that threatened to escape with every pulse of his touch.

Before you knew it, he was on his knees once again, his head nestled between your thighs. His tongue pressed firmly against your clit, before softening into teasing, deliberate strokes. As your climax began to build, the laughter of students echoed through the corridor, the only barrier between you and them was the thin tapestry hung from the wall.

Waves of pleasure jolted through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless as sweat trickled down your forehead. Just as you thought you'd reached your limit, Snape made it clear he wasn't finished. With a swift motion, he spun you around, one hand still firmly covering your mouth to muffle your gasps. Your legs weakened beneath you as he slid a finger into your ass, then another, the sensation completely unfamiliar. From behind, he continued to devour you, driving you to the edge of insanity. As you finally reached your climax, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His movements were messy, unrestrained, and filled with a ravenous hunger you had never seen before. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it firmly as you urged him to quicken his pace.

The intensity of the moment left you both breathless and in an instant, he was on his feet, unbuttoning his trousers. Without hesitation, you took him fully into your mouth, your movements bold and fervent. You worked him with unrelenting passion, your tongue gliding over his shaft, teasing his balls all while your eyes never left his. He tilted his head back, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he released into your mouth, and you swallowed every last drop without hesitation.

He tasted delicious.

To your surprise, he remained hard. Without a word, he spun you around, his hand once again covering your mouth.

He pressed into your ass, his movements slow and measured as he allowed you time to adjust to the sensation. The initial pain soon melted into a pleasure so intense it left you breathless. His pace quickened, each thrust more assured, and the sound of skin meeting skin grew louder, nearly impossible to muffle.

At that moment, you no longer cared.

You bit down on his hand to stifle your cries, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations as he took you with relentless passion. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your skin, before his teeth grazed your ear.

As he filled you with his load once again, your legs threatened to give out beneath you. Sensing your weakness, he caught you effortlessly, his strong arms holding you upright. You leaned into his chest, your breath still ragged, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. For a few quiet moments, you stayed nestled against him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you.

When you finally mustered the strength to look up, you found him smirking, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. To your surprise, you realized you were smirking too. He gently stroked your sweat-soaked hair before resting his chin on the top of your head. The two of you remained still, wrapped in the aftermath, as the distant sounds of laughter and chatter in the corridor began to fade.

The soft quiet that followed signaled the inevitable truth—the beginning of classes was drawing near.

It was time to go.