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The professors' little kitten (Part 1?)

(Trigger warnings: slightly non-consensual, light smut)

In the dimly lit potion classroom, Professor Severus Snape looms, a whip held firmly in his grasp. His assistant, Y/N, stands before him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. This was not the detention she had anticipated.

“P-professor?” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Snape regards her with a cold, impassive expression. “I believe your detention is scheduled to begin,” he states, his voice echoing ominously in the silence.

“Wh-what are you thinking?” Y/N stammers, her voice trembling.

With a swift motion, Snape raises the whip. “Silence!” he commands, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Y/N’s eyes widen further, her heart pounding in her chest. Snape meets her gaze, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. He brings the whip close to her face, causing her to flinch involuntarily. “You are a disgrace to this school,” he begins, his voice dripping with disdain. "You are a waste of my time. You have no common sense. I have seen paperweights more useful than you. If you can’t do anything right…”

“And you intend to…? Don’t tell me I…” Y/N begins, her voice trailing off in disbelief.

“Shut. Your mouth,” Snape interrupts, his voice stern and unyielding. “Or you will spend the next hour in the dungeon. If I catch you uttering another word, you will spend the entire night here.” He places the whip on her back, a stern reminder of his authority. “And don’t think I am letting you go from detention just for being obedient. You know what to do!” With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Y/N to her task.

“Y-yes sir…” Y/N murmurs, quickly setting off to start it.

“Good girl,” Snape remarks with a smirk, his voice echoing in the now empty room as he exits and locks the door behind him.

Left alone, Y/N rushes to dust off the shelves, her hands shaking slightly as she ensures the are exceptionally clean.

Through the door, after some time had passed, she can hear Snape’s footsteps. “You have ten minutes to finish the task. Or I will enter to check your progress."

“TEN MINUTES?” Y/N exclaims, her voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh, the work seems too hard for you? It’s better I check then,” Snape retorts, his voice laced with sarcasm. Y/N’s eyes widen and she quickly resumes her cleaning. “NO!” she yells back, her voice echoing in the room.

“Yes!” Snape replies, his footsteps growing louder as he approaches the door.

“Sir, I’m… still not finished, please,” Y/N pleads, her voice trembling.

“Then you should hurry up,” Snape advises, his footsteps sounding even closer. Y/N starts to clean faster, her heart pounding in her chest.

The footsteps stop right at the door. Snape opens it.

“You’re done?! Already!” Snape exclaims, his voice filled with surprise. Y/N’s arms are tired, she was barely able to finish the job in ten minutes.

“Is it to your liking?” Y/N asks, her voice filled with apprehension.

“Hm. I see some dust on these books,” Snape remarks, walking towards her. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as Snape grabs her wrists and pulls her closer. “You still need some discipline.”

“What?” Y/N gasps, her eyes wide with surprise.

Snape grabs her chin with his other hand whispering to her. “You need to be put back in your proper place…”

“Professor…” Y/N murmurs, her voice barely audible.

He smiles wickedly. “Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Or I will give you something to yell about.” Severus pulls her closer... his lips close to her ear. He is so tall, his dark eyes are on hers. Another whisper is heard “I know how much you want me, want me to pleasure you,” his tone is teasing and flirty.

“I…” Y/N mumbles.

“Oh how much I could do to you. What could I do to you... I know you want it.” Professor Snape murmurs, his hand gently brushing against Y/N’s cheek. His breath, cool and steady, sends a shiver down her spine. Y/N feels as if she’s been encased in ice, her body rigid and unresponsive. It takes her a moment to comprehend the reality of the situation. Her mouth falls open in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Snape draws her closer, so close that their noses almost touch. His breath, warm and slightly minty, lingers on her skin. He studies her once more, taking in her wide-eyed surprise, her flushed cheeks, and her eyes, so full of fear and curiosity. “You have no idea how much I desire you, Miss,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “But I’m afraid you’ll need some discipline first.”

“No…”

With a swift, deliberate motion, Snape pulls Y/N towards him and pushes her against the wall. He towers over her, his presence overwhelming and his proximity unnerving as Severus looks down on her, as if examining a toy of his. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold stone wall behind her. Y/N finds her arms pinned by his firm grip, rendering her immobile. Snape looks down at her, his gaze as intense as if he were scrutinizing an intriguing new specimen.

“Well, look at that,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “You are just like a cute little kitten. I could do whatever I wanted with you, whatever I wish.” He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, trailing a path upwards, slowly, towards her lips.

Snape whispers in her ear, smirking. "I want you to have a taste of your professor." The tension is so intimate. She can feel his touch on her lips, his eyes on hers and her breath heavy... and then he kisses her. The kiss lasts for minutes, as if he was a hungry wolf devouring his precious catch. Y/N breaths heavily and as her eyes open, face red, breaths short, her eyes meet his. 

Severus takes his whip again, caressing her face and grabbing her lips. They feel soft and tender under his fingers. "Such a good girl." he whispers. "Good girls deserve a reward." He puts his finger on her lips and stops her from talking. Her eyes are filled with wonder and fear.

Looking at her intensely... and whispering again: "Would you do anything for me? You are my favorite, my little kitten."

She can't speak. Her heart is pounding, her cheeks so incredibly red… Severus pulls her by the hair, as he leans forward. His lips find hers another time, slowly, but still hard, rough and hungry. He keeps pressing his lips on hers, his hand behind her neck, forcing her to kiss him. Y/N melts under his touch. She is entirely powerless against the touch of his fingers, her legs weak... 

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Did i sutter? I said, "On. Your. Knees."

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Severus Snape, the greasy, skinny half-blood bastard kid from the slums:

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"You have just earned yourself a detention."

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As I walked closer to the classroom door, Severus Snape looked up from his desk, his dark eyes narrowing. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice echoing in the silent room.

“I beg your pardon?” I replied, feigning innocence.

He got up, closing the classroom door behind him. “I was teaching, Miss Y/LN. You were supposed to wait outside until I was finished,” he said, his tone stern.

 I shrugged lightly. “I heard nothing, I thought you were finished."

“Clearly I’m not, as I was trying to teach your students some manners. I see you could benefit from the lesson, as well. My class has not yet been dismissed,” his gaze never leaving mine.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, a smirk playing on my lips. “Did you think that you could barge in here at any moment and interrupt my lesson just because you feel like it?” he continued, clearly irritated.

“Shouldn’t you keep quiet and go back to your lesson?” I shot back.

“Then stop interrupting me! As I said before: my class has not yet been dismissed. Unless, of course, you wish to join them in the detention I was just about to hand out,” his voice rose slightly.

“What’s the punishment?” I asked, genuinely curious.

His eyes glinted with a challenge. “Five points from each student’s House and three nights in detention.”

“Doing…?” I prodded, leaning against the wall.

“That’s up to me to decide. Do you really want to find out what detention with me is like?” A hint of amusement painted in his voice.

A smirk spread across my face again “Perhaps.”

“You are an exceptionally irritating woman, do you know that?” He shook his head slightly.

“Do enlighten me,” I responded, my smirk never leaving my face.

At that moment his voice dripped with sarcasm, “what do you think? You speak when you are not spoken to, you ask pointless questions, and to top it all off – you are unbelievably annoying."

“Didn’t know you thought of me that much to form such an opinion,” I teased, chuckling lightly.

“Just because I think you are annoying doesn’t mean that I’ve spent all that much time thinking about you.”

“I doubt that.” My smirk grew wider.

He sighed deeply. “The point is, you need to wait until I call class to an end before you can barge in and interrupt me. Is that understood?”

“Crystal clear, sir.”

“Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?” He raised an eyebrow.

My smirk grew even wider and I was completely amused. “How can you think so poorly of me?” I pretended to be offended.

“I think you just enjoy annoying me, Miss Y/LN” he said, his tone resigned.

“Spot on.”

“Well played. You’re a nightmare.”

“I wish I could say the same about you.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I can be quite the pleasant nightmare." A subtle smirk played on his lips.

“Terribly pleasant," I retorted.

“Do you enjoy torturing me, Miss Y/LN? Is that how you spend your free time?”

“That’s my favourite part of the day actually.”

“I can’t blame you. Nothing beats tormenting me.”

“I think you’re wrong on that,” I responded, my smirk never leaving my face.

“Why? What gives you more pleasure than tormenting me?” His tone was oddly curious.

I had a big giant smirk on my face now. “No idea,” I responded innocently.

“You’re impossible,” he said, shaking his head slightly and stormed into his classroom closing the door with a loud bang.

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Leaning back in your chair with a sigh, Y/N broke the silence, “Not very entertained during the meeting I see. I’m bored to death.”

His voice dripping with sarcasm, retorted without even looking up from his notes, “Do you realize that I have not wasted a full five minutes of my time talking to you? And that is quite some achievement. When I hear you speak, I feel my brain cells die one by one. So please, shut the hell up.”

Y/N, raising an eyebrow in amusement, shot back, “Merlin, did someone step on your toe today?”

Severus, finally lifting his gaze to meet Y/N’s, his eyes narrowing slightly, responded in a tone as cold as ice, “If I can tolerate this meeting being run by a pack of dim-witted baboons like yourself, so can you.”

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Even the sternest of wizards needs a hot bath.

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"Are you determined to test my patience this evening? If you cannot control your tongue, I suggest you keep silent. Your impertinence is becoming tiresome."

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Severus drinking a brandy and contemplating his night.