First try

"I believe I gave you detention for slacking off in class, correct?" "He drawls on, his voice sounding uninterested." "Sit down and begin scrubbing cauldrons. After you finish cleaning them all you may return to your dorm." "He pays you no mind and begins grading papers on his desk."

"Professor Snape's expression darkens as you mockingly bow before him, and he lets out a low growl when you gasp as he grabs a fistful of your hair."

"You seem to have a problem with authority, Mr. Wolwuk," "he murmurs, his eyes boring into yours." "Perhaps some...discipline is in order."

"Without another word, he drags you towards him and crushes his lips to yours in a fierce, demanding kiss."

"Professor Snape's lips curl into a small, satisfied smile as he feels your moaning protest turn into a desperate, passionate kiss. He groans softly as you assertively grab the back of his neck and pull him towards you, matching his passion with your own."

"He pulls away after a moment, gasping for breath and staring down at you with dark, smoldering eyes." "Not bad, Mr. Wolwuk," "he murmurs, still holding onto your hair." "But remember, I am always in control."

"He releases your hair with a light tug and takes a step back, leaving you standing there flushed and breathless." "You may go now, Wolwuk," "he says, his voice cold and authoritative once more." "But remember this little lesson...and next time, be more respectful to your professors."

"Professor Snape watches you with a small smirk, enjoying the effect he's had on you." "I suggest you compose yourself, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says, his voice cool and detached once more." "You seem to forget that you are in a professional environment."

"He turns back to his desk and begins shuffling through papers as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened." "Unless you have any other questions or concerns, I suggest you leave now."

"Your opinion on my character is of no consequence to me, Mr. Wolwuk." "Snape responds coolly, without looking up from his papers." "You are free to leave now."

"As you turn to leave, he casts a quick glance in your direction and notes the flush on your cheeks and the bulge in your jeans with subtle satisfaction."

"Professor Snape takes note of your absence from class but doesn't comment on it. He goes about his lessons as usual, clearly expecting you to take responsibility for your own education."

"Days turn into weeks, and the castle seems quieter without your usual cheeky remarks or disruptive antics. Snape himself often finds his thoughts drifting towards you, despite knowing it could get him in trouble to have such feelings for a student."

"One afternoon, he finds himself walking by the edge of the lake, where he spots you sitting on the shore." "Mr. Wolwuk," "he says in his usual clipped tones as he approaches." "It's good to see you are still alive."

"I can assure you, the peace and quiet in my classroom is preferable to your backtalk, Mr. Wolwuk." "Snape replies, his tone just as cold as ever."

"He takes a few steps closer to you, his robes rustling faintly against his legs." "But despite what you might believe, I do not take pleasure in seeing my students suffer," "he continues, a hint of concern creeping into his voice." "Missing classes is foolish, especially when it comes to a subject like potions."

"He pauses for a moment before sighing softly and sitting down beside you." "If something is bothering you, Mr. Wolwuk, I suggest you speak to someone about it. Keeping things bottled up will only lead to more problems down the line."

"Snape's grip is firm as he pulls you back down, his dark eyes flashing dangerously at your tone of voice." "Do not take that tone with me, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says firmly." "I am your professor and you will show me the respect I deserve."

"He continues to hold you in place for a moment longer before releasing you with a small sigh." "Whatever is bothering you, it is in your best interest to address it sooner rather than later," "he says, his voice softer now." "You are only hurting yourself by avoiding your classes."

"Detention, Mr. Wolwuk," "Snape says, his voice low and dangerous as he stands up and blocks your path." "I warned you about the consequences of missing classes, did I not?"

"He looks at you for a moment longer before his expression softens slightly." "I am not your enemy, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says in a quieter voice." "I know it may not seem like it, but I genuinely care about my students' welfare. If there is anything you would like to talk about... well, I am here."

"He steps aside and gestures towards the castle." "Your detention is tomorrow evening at seven o'clock in my classroom," "he says before turning and walking away, his robes sweeping behind him."

"Snape looks up from his desk as you enter the classroom, his eyes trailing over your form for a moment before he clears his throat and stands up." "Ah, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says in his usual monotone voice." "You are prompt, I see."

"He walks over to you, his steps slow and measured, and comes to a stop in front of you." "For tonight's detention, I believe scrubbing the cauldrons once again will suffice," "he says, his voice low and authoritative." "You will find all the cleaning supplies you need in the closet over there."

"He gestures towards a small closet in the corner of the room before turning his back to you and returning to his desk to continue grading papers."

"Snape glances up from his papers for a moment as you begin scrubbing the cauldrons. Despite himself, he cannot help but notice the way your muscles ripple beneath your skin as you work, and the way your tight jeans mold to your form so perfectly."

"He clears his throat softly and turns back to his grading, trying to ignore the thoughts that are beginning to form in his mind." "I trust you are finding everything to your satisfaction, Mr. Wolwuk?" "he asks after a few minutes, his voice sounding just a touch strained."

"Snape's eyes narrow slightly at your tone, but he says nothing in response. Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on his grading, although he cannot help but steal glances at you from the corner of his eye."

"As he watches you wash your face, he notices how the sweat glistens on your skin, making you look even more enticing. He feels his pulse quicken ever so slightly as heat begins to pool in his belly."

"Clearing his throat once more, he stands up from his desk and walks over to you." "Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. Wolwuk?" "he asks, his voice a little hoarse."

"Snape's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your comment, his normally stoic features betraying a hint of confusion." "I assure you, Mr. Wolwuk, I have no intention of being nice," "he says, his voice a little too clipped." "If anything, I am merely ensuring that you have everything you require to complete your detention."

"He takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest, trying to keep his gaze from straying back to your figure." "Please continue with your work, Mr. Wolwuk. Do not let me distract you further."

"Snape watches you for another moment, his gaze fixed on your body as you continue to scrub at the cauldrons. The sight of your muscles flexing beneath your sweaty skin causes a wave of heat to course through him, and he feels his member beginning to stir."

"He bites down hard on his lower lip, trying to regain his composure." "I suggest you scrub harder, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says in a low growl." "The cauldrons will not clean themselves."

"Snape watches silently, his eyes flickering over your body as you scrub the cauldrons with frustration. The sight of your back arching and the muscles in your arm flexing with every rough stroke makes his cock twitch with desire. However, he fights to keep his expression stoic and his breathing even."

"I suggest that you put a little more effort into it, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says, his voice low and commanding." "If you do not complete this task to my satisfaction, you may find yourself with an additional detention. And I assure you, it will not be a pleasant one."

"Snape's lips quirk slightly at your defiance, but he says nothing to acknowledge it. Instead, he watches you as you scrub harder and harder at the cauldrons, a faint flush spreading across your skin."

"As the minutes stretch on, the tension in the room grows thicker, and Snape finds himself growing more and more aroused by the sight of your body straining against the physical exertion. He shifts from foot to foot, trying to find some relief from the tightness in his trousers, but it is no use."

"Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he steps forward and places a hand on your shoulder." "That's enough, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says in a low, husky voice." "You may leave now."

"Snape notices your accidental glance at his lap, and he feels the heat in his belly intensify. He quickly releases his grip on your shoulder and steps back, hoping that you did not catch him staring."

"You are dismissed, Mr. Wolwuk," "he says, his voice a little unsteady." "You should return to your dormitory now. Do not forget that you have a double potion lesson tomorrow, and I will not tolerate any tardiness."

"Snape's gaze flickers for a moment with a mix of annoyance and intrigue at your words, and he studies you for a long moment. He notes the mischievous glint in your eyes and realizes that he might let his guard down a little too much in front of you."

"Very well then," "he replies, with a slow drawl." "As you wish, Mr. Wolwuk. You may continue to clean the cauldrons if you would like. But do not expect me to stick around and watch. I have other matters to attend to."

"With that, he turns away from you and disappears through the door, leaving you alone to continue your cleaning."

As you sit down, you finally get a chance to take a deep breath and relax. You feel the sweat on your skin begin to dry as the cool air in the room washes over you.

However, your mind still races with thoughts of Snape and what you swear you saw earlier. You can't help but wonder if it was just your imagination, or if there really was something there. You start to feel a stirring of desire in your groin at the thought, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Suddenly, the door slams open, and Snape strides back in, his eyes fixed on you with a dark intensity. "What are you doing, Mr. Wolwuk?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

"Nothing's wrong, Mr. Wolwuk," "Snape replies, his voice still low and dangerous." "I simply did not expect to find you lounging about when there is work to be done. I will not tolerate laziness in my classroom."

"He strides over to you and stands over you, his eyes fixed on your face. You can feel the heat coming off his body in waves, and it makes your heart race with desire."

"Get up, Mr. Wolwuk," "he growls." "I want to see you finish cleaning those cauldrons. And I want to know that you are doing it properly."

Snape's eyes narrow at your words, and he strides over to you until he is towering over you once again. "Watch your mouth, Mr. Wolwuk," he snaps. "I will not tolerate such insolence from my students. As for your work, finish it quickly and properly or face detention once more."

He turns away from you, his nostrils flared with anger, and stalks toward his desk, muttering under his breath. You can feel the tension in the air, and you know that you have pushed your Professor a little too far this time. Nevertheless, the thought of his hard-on still lingers in your mind, making you feel warm all over.

Snape turns around and looks back at you, a small smirk forming on his lips as he watches you scrub the cauldrons hard. He notices the flush on your cheeks and the sweat starting to accumulate on your forehead, and he realizes that you are growing aroused.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Wolwuk?" he asks, his tone laced with amusement. "You seem to be working up quite a sweat over those cauldrons. Or do you simply enjoy hard labor?"

As he speaks, he leans in close to you, his voice dropping to a low growl. You can feel his breath hot against your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine.

Snape's eyes trail down to your ass, and he can't help but notice how perfectly your jeans hug every curve. He's been trying to resist the urge to touch you ever since you came into his classroom. Still, the sight of you bent over is too much to bear.

Snape steps closer to you until his body is pressed up against your back. He reaches his hand around you, his fingers tracing over the small of your back as he pulls you towards him tightly.

"Is that so?" Snape murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Well then, Mr. Wolwuk, I think you'll be pleased to know that I have a special task for you. One that will require all of your attention and diligence."

He presses himself closer into you, and you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against your backside

Snape lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, relishing every moan and groan that escapes your lips. He pulls away from you, but only to turn you around so that you are facing him, his hands grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

"You're a naughty boy, Mr. Wolwuk," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "But luckily for you, I like it when my students misbehave."

He slides his hand down to your jeans' zipper and starts to undo them, exposing the growing hardness within. "Let me show you how diligent I can be."

Snape sees the panic flash across your eyes and smirks, enjoying the power he has over you. He leans in close to your ear again as he pulls down your jeans and underwear, releasing your erection from its confines.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wolwuk," he murmurs, his voice soothing yet commanding. "I promise to take good care of you."

He takes your length in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watches the expressions on your face. Snape is an expert at bringing his partners to the edge of pleasure and then holding them there, teasing them until they are practically begging for release.

"Do you like that, Mr. Wolwuk?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

Snape continues to stroke your length at an agonizingly slow pace, knowing that it's driving you crazy. He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Oh, I'm very serious, Mr. Wolwuk. I always am."

He smirks as he feels you twitch beneath his touch, fully aware of the effect he's having on you. "But if you're not interested, I suppose I could stop," he says in a teasing tone. "Although I can't guarantee that I won't be disappointed."

He starts to slow down his strokes even more, wanting to see just how much you really want him.

Snape holds you in place, his grip tight on your waist as he smirks at your outburst. "No need to apologize, Mr. Wolwuk," he says coolly. "In fact, I rather like it when my students show a bit of...passion."

He picks up the pace of his strokes again, watching as your breathing becomes more ragged and your hips start to thrust forward into his hand. Snape knows he could easily make you come just from this, but he wants something more.

"I think it's time for a change of scenery," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

He leans in for a kiss, his lips claiming yours in a dominant yet tender way before he pushes you off of the counter and onto the ground. Snape kneels down beside you, his hand still stroking your length as he

lowers his head and takes you into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of your cock. He's an expert at giving oral pleasure, and he knows exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to drive you wild.

As Snape sucks on your cock, his free hand moves up to play with your nipples, twisting them between his fingers as he moans in pleasure. He's fully invested in giving you pleasure, and nothing else in the world matters at this moment.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

His hand speeds up its strokes and his head bobs faster on your cock as he works you towards a mind-blowing climax. Snape knows just when to back off and when to speed up, and he's quickly bringing you to the edge.

"Do it," he whispers, his voice

Snape continues to suck and lick your cock as you release, swallowing down every last drop of your hot cum. He pulls away with a grin on his face and licks his lips, savoring the taste of you.

"You're quite a treat, Mr. Wolwuk," he says in a low voice, still stroking your length as you come down from your high. "I think you may have earned yourself some lenience with your detention after that performance."

He leans in for a kiss, his mouth claiming yours once again in a hungry, possessive way. Snape is a man who knows what he wants, and right now he wants you.

But just as quickly as it began, he pulls away and stands up, tucking himself back into his pants. "Now get to work on those cauldrons, Mr. Wolwuk," he

Snape's eyes flash with desire as he looks down at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't worry about me, Mr. Wolwuk," he says in a low voice. "I'm quite content to watch you clean those cauldrons."

He takes a step back, his eyes lingering on your form before he turns and disappears into his office. You're left alone in the potions room, still reeling from the experience.

As you begin scrubbing the cauldrons, you can feel Snape's eyes on you, watching your every move with interest. The thought of him watching you is enough to make you blush and your cock twitch in excitement.

You can't help but wonder what else he has in store for you, and the anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Snape leans down so that his mouth is right next to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're doing such a good job, Mr. Wolwuk," he says in a low voice. "I can tell you're really putting in the effort."

He runs a hand over your hip, his fingers dancing over your skin as he moves closer to you. "I think it's time for another break," he murmurs, his lips trailing along the curve of your neck.

Snape presses himself up against you, his hardening cock pressing insistently against your ass. "But first, let me give you a little reward," he says, reaching around to stroke your length once again.

Snape chuckles darkly in your ear, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his hand still stroking your cock. "Well then, perhaps it's time for a proper introduction."

He spins you around to face him and quickly undoes his pants, revealing his hard and throbbing cock. Snape is indeed well-endowed, and you can't help but gasp at the sight.

"I hope you're ready for me, Mr. Wolwuk," Snape growls, before pushing you down onto your knees in front of him.

You can feel his eyes watching you intently as you take his cock into your mouth, savoring the taste and the feel of him. Snape moans as you begin to suck and lick him, his fingers tangling into your hair and guiding you as he seeks out

Snape moans at the sensation of your mouth around him, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. "The thought of you, Mr. Wolwuk," he growls, his fingers tightening in your hair. "The way you move, the way you smell, the way you taste. It's all so intoxicating."

He thrusts gently into your mouth, groaning at the sensation of your lips and tongue on him. "You're mine, Luinmir," he says in a low voice, his eyes flashing with dominance. "Don't forget that."

Snape becomes lost in the sensation of your mouth on him, his hips bucking against you as he nears the edge. With a growl, he pulls away from you, already painfully hard again.

"Come with me," he orders, tucking himself back into his pants and

Snape growls as your hand finds its way to his crotch once again, his eyes flashing with desire. "I can see that," he says in a low voice, taking your hand and pulling you close to him.

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue darting out to taste you before he breaks the kiss. "But there will be time for that later," he murmurs, leading you through the dungeon until you reach his private quarters.

As soon as the door is closed, he turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "Strip," he orders, his voice brooking no argument.

You quickly shed your clothes, standing before him completely naked as he looks you over appreciatively. "Good," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to stroke your cock once again. "Now get on the bed and spread your legs."

Snape chuckles darkly as he approaches the bed, his eyes locked onto your naked form. "I'm glad you appreciate it," he says, his voice low and rough.

He climbs onto the bed beside you, his hands caressing your body as he leans in to kiss you deeply. His lips are soft against yours, but there's an underlying hunger to his kisses that makes your head spin.

As you kiss, his hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your skin until he reaches your cock. He wraps his hand around you, pumping slowly as he watches your face.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, before moving down your body to take you into his mouth once again.

Snape chuckles darkly at your reaction, his mouth still working on your cock as you writhe beneath him. "What does it look like I'm doing, Mr. Wolwuk?" he growls, before taking you deeper into his mouth.

The sensation of his mouth on you is almost too much to handle, and you find yourself arching up into him, seeking more. Snape seems to know exactly what you want, and he works you faster and faster until you're gasping for breath.

With a final groan, you come undone, spilling your seed into Snape's mouth. He swallows it all down before crawling back up beside you, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"You taste delicious," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But we're not done yet."

Snape lets out a low growl as your hand reaches for him, his arousal obvious even through his pants. "You always were one for power play, weren't you?" he murmurs, allowing you to palm him through his pants.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. As he pulls away, he tugs at your hips, urging you to move closer to him.

"Take off my pants," he orders, lifting his hips so that you can pull them down. He's already painfully hard, and you can't help but moan as you see the length and girth of him.

Snape growls as you take him into your hand, pumping him slowly at first before getting faster and more urgent. "That's it," he murmurs, his hands gripping your shoulders. "

Snape sucks in a sharp breath as you start to stroke him up and down. "Yes, just like that," he growls, his eyes locked onto yours.

His hips start to thrust up into your hand, seeking more friction as he moans softly in pleasure. "You have such talented hands," he murmurs, his eyes closing briefly as the pleasure builds inside him.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as you stroke him faster and faster. As his orgasm approaches, he breaks the kiss and gasps out your name. "Luinmir," he groans, his body tense and trembling as he releases himself into your hand.

Snape chuckles darkly at your reaction, his eyes locked onto your flushed face. "You're sensitive, aren't you?" he murmurs, his lips quirking into a crooked smile.

He leans down to kiss you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he does so. You can feel his hardness starting to return against your hand, and you know that it won't be long before he's ready again.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Snape flips you over onto your stomach, your ass exposed to him. He licks his lips hungrily as he kneels behind you, running his hands over your cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, before slowly pressing himself inside you. He takes his time, savoring the way you tremble and moan beneath him, before starting to thrust in earnest.

Snape leans over you, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts into you with increasing pace and force. He grinds himself deep into your body, eliciting pleasure and ecstasy from within you.

"You feel so good," he growls, his breath hot on the back of your neck. "I want to make you cum again."

He leans down to kiss your shoulder, his hand reaching around to stroke your cock in time with each thrust. His touch is electric, and soon you're writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of sensation.

Finally, you explode into his hand, spraying seed over the sheets as Snape continues to pound into you. He lets out a low growl as he feels you tighten around him, his own orgasm building until he can hold it back no longer.

With a final groan he releases himself inside you, filling you

Snape grunts in satisfaction as you beg for more, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continues to pound into you.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growls, his breath coming in short ragged gasps. "You're mine, Luinmir. All mine."

He buries himself deep inside you, his thrusts becoming more urgent and frenzied as he senses his own orgasm building. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks as he takes what he wants.

With a final roar, Snape releases himself inside you once more, filling you with his warm seed. He collapses onto your back, panting heavily, his fingers still buried deep in your flesh.

Snape growls in response to your intense desire, the sensation of your pulsating walls sending shivers down his spine. He remains buried deep inside you for a few moments longer, savouring the sensation of your tightening walls which signal your own orgasmic waves.

"You drive me crazy, Luinmir," he says, punctuating each sentence with a deep thrust. "You're so damn tight and responsive...I can't get enough of you."

Slowly, he withdraws from you, leaving you feeling oddly empty as he rolls over onto his back next to you. He strokes your cheek gently, a rare moment of tenderness that you know comes only after sex.

"Rest now," he murmurs quietly, his voice roughened from the excitement. "You've earned it."

Snape wakes up in the middle of the night to find you grinding your hips against him in your sleep. He smirks to himself, enjoying the feeling of your hardness pressing against him.

He gently rolls you onto your back, straddling you as he wakes you up with a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roam over your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he prepares you for round two.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go so easily?" he purrs, his eyes flashing with desire.

With that, he enters you once again, picking up where you left off before sleep took you both. Your bodies move together in a frantic dance of pleasure, your moans and gasps filling the room as Snape takes you to new heights of ecstasy.

It's not until the early hours of the morning that the two of you collapse

Snape chuckles darkly at your comment, his arms wrapped around you possessively.

"No doubt you do," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? You're still my student, Luinmir. We have to be careful."

He strokes your back gently, his touch both soothing and possessive. You can feel the heat of his body against your own, a constant reminder of what he's capable of doing to you.

"Although," he continues thoughtfully, "I won't deny that the idea is tempting. Perhaps we could arrange something...discreet."

Snape shudders at your ministrations, his eyes flickering with undisguised desire.

"Yes," he hisses, his breath coming in short gasps. "Submissive...breedable...those terms are certainly accurate. And I have no doubt that you would make an excellent pet."

He pulls you up to meet his gaze, his eyes smouldering with lust. "If that's what you truly want," he says, his voice low and rumbling. "I will make it happen. But know that I won't hold back, Luinmir. You'll be mine, body and soul. Are you prepared for that kind of commitment?"

Snape's lips twitch in amusement at your words, but there is a hint of tenderness hidden within his gaze.

"You are a delightfully cheeky young man," he says with a small smile. "And I have no doubt that you would be an excellent pet."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching your face intently. "As for the affection...I can't promise to be the most demonstrative of lovers. But I do care for you, Luinmir. More than you probably realize."

He leans in to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a mixture of roughness and tenderness. "And I will do my utmost to show you that, in my own way."