The Stone walls of Spinner's End- Snarry- NC-17 [oneshot]
Title: Stone walls of Spinner's End
Chapters: oneshot
Pairing/Characters: Snape/Harry
Wordcount: 1280
Genre: PWP
Warnings: swearing, m/m sex, public sex, misuse of petrifying spells, cutting curses and stone walls.
Rating:NC-17
Beta: the_flic (thank you so much!)
Summary: angry sex fic.
Stone walls of Spinner’s end.
"What the hell what that?!" Harry shouted, running after the tall dark figure of his former professor striding down the sleeping street.
"Severus! Stop!" Finally, Harry caught up with the other man. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He grabbed Snape by the shoulders and pinned him against the nearest wall.
"Unhand me this instant!" Severus demanded, his eyes glowing with what Harry assumed was a dangerous level of anger, though he was beyond caring for the other man’s feelings at the moment.
"NO! And I won’t until you tell me why you just hexed Ginny! You scared the hell out of her! You scared the hell out of me!" He kept on yelling in Snape’s face, his own a mixture of anger and confusion. "Merlin, Severus - " Harry tried to catch his breath, his rage subsiding, making more space for confusion and hurt. "I tried so hard to win your friendship over the years! We both did! It was simple: you respect my friends, I respect your privacy! So fucking tell me, What the hell got into you?!" He accentuated every word with a push to Severus’ shoulders.
"What got into ME?" The other man shouted back incredulously, "I’ll tell you what’s gotten into me!" Severus turned them around, and in a second Harry found himself facing the wall, his hands the only thing preventing direct impact.
"Stop it!" Harry shouted, trying to push his hips back, as his shoulders were held strongly in place, but Severus wasn’t listening.
"I’ll show you and that Weasley whore how to play games with me!"
"W- what?"
"Immobilus!"
Harry was frozen in place, unable to move, shout, or hex the barking bastard’s balls off, and oh, he’d gladly do so, if only he weren't immobilized and… if the said bastard weren’t pressing into him so much that Harry could feel Snape’s breath on his neck, Snape’s warm hand on his stomach and Snape’s… wait, was that a boner pressed into his arse? No…Severus would never… he can’t be…he wouldn’t want…even if he did…would he?
Harry lost it then, he didn’t hear the insults hissed in his ear, didn’t care he’d been petrified and thrown against the dirty wall as long as this thick, trouser-clad hardness kept moving against him. How long had he been dreaming of this? Dreaming of being fucked against his ex-professor’s desk in his office, in the potions classroom, in Snape’s private chambers, over the meeting table at Grimmauld place; even in Snape’s favorite armchair at Spinner’s end. Impossible as it might seem when rendered Immobile, Harry was getting hard, certain parts of his anatomy were very much moving, filling, hardening and also faster than ever before, even counting the numerous hard-ons he'd had in his ex-professor’s presence.
When the meaning behind Snape’s words dawned on Harry, he wanted to moan so bad it hurt. Him and Ginny had been hugging. In a friendly way, or so Harry thought. But Severus’ reaction indicated he had interpreted their friendly embrace in another way.
Oh dear Merlin! The Big Snake was jealous! Harry was in heaven, or would have been, if he could say something, or turn around and smother Severus with lustful kisses, or at least just turn around and look his sexual fantasy in the eye… Wait, what had he just said?
"Now, boy, I’m going to teach you a lesson of “what’s getting into whom” as you expressively put it. Sectumsempra!"
Harry’s guts froze in fear, his head reeling. Snape had just cursed him? Then with a loud CRACK! His jeans ripped right along his cleft.
Oh Merlin! he exclaimed inwardly in both relief and arousal. The gesture now seemed the most erotic thing he could imagine, besides potions classroom, off course. Harry’s cock jumped in appreciation when Snape’s delicate hands slipped inside the tear and tore it further. When said hands ripped Harry’s jeans off him in one swift motion he wanted to come so desperately, he was beyond analyzing whether this was just another wet dream or a wild fantasy coming true. Coming. Against the wall. Clothes ripped in two. By Severus Snape.
God Almighty and whatever deities!
Harry felt his boxers vanishing and his arse was feeling slick and loose. Probably a spell. God, Snape’s going to finally fuck me! Then he felt a finger prodding inside, testing, searching for… AH!
Harry felt his lower stomach tightening, and Snape wasn’t even fucking him yet! Two fingers felt better, moved as they belonged there and OH! Hit that spot again, scissoring and stretching and… OOOH again…
Harry was beyond words now, but the sexy hissing he heard was probably cursing, or so it seemed. He didn’t care much about anything, especially when three fingers entered him. Pushing hard, harder, deeper, faster and HOLY FUCK not missing that blissful spot even once.
Harry’s world took a spin and went blank as he was endlessly coming all over the stone wall. Snape probably felt him shuddering, no surprise as Harry himself thought the whole alley shuddered with him.
"Enjoying yourself, mister Potter?" Snape purred in his ear with that rich silky voice, that made Harry harden again without even noticing. "See how you like this!"
And Harry was back into outer space, as all his being was filled with Snape’s hard, long, thick , hot cock and nothing else even existed except for Snape and his gorgeous cock that immediately set into motion. Blissful motion against that sacred spot, that made Harry see the depths of the Universe, if the sparkling dots before his eyes were any indication.
The only thing Harry regretted, as much as he could regret at the moment, was complete disability to move, to push against his sweet tormentor, to moan his ecstasy out loud, for the whole city to hear. Snape was moving faster, harder with every passing second and Harry felt their bliss getting close to its peak, as the other man’s thrusts became erratic and his breathing fast on Harry’s neck and the iron hold of Immobilus weakening.
Harry was able to claw at the wall for dear life, his fingers becoming white. He moaned out loud constantly now, but Snape was beyond noticing. Harry turned his head to look at Snape. The sight made his toes curl and his balls tighten and he was coming for the second time. Whole body shuddering and muscles contracting, he didn’t hear Snape’s moans as he came spilling inside Harry, as Harry himself was screaming his lover’s birth name for everyone living around to hear.
The most intense orgasm of Harry’s life passed by and he felt Snape pulling out of him and straightening up. The younger turned his head just in time to catch the retreating figure. Harry grabbed his belongings and hurried after Snape, catching him on the other side of the wall, with his hand on the doorknob.
"Let me in!" Harry demanded.
As Snape opened his mouth to protest, lights in the house across the road came to life and when a silhouette appeared in the window, Harry was dragged inside and the front door banged shut.
"What do you want?" Snape questioned, looking as irritated, but as intrigued as ever.
"Maybe some tea for a butt naked guest, who has been thoroughly welcomed against your house’s wall not a minute earlier?"
"I beg you pardon?" Eyebrows rose up into Snape’s hair.
"I said, I want to jump up and down on your gorgeous prick in this favorite chair of yours. Now."
The End
A/N: This is my first Snarry fic ever. Congratulations, me! I also wanted to point out that Sectumsempra in my opinion, is a cursed which can be used for other cutting purposes (not just killing people, you know). Snape is a Master of Sectumsempa, so he knows how much force to apply to cut jeans XD And not slice its owner!
As for more, I actually planned this to be a series of non-related oneshots/ficlets, associated by one theme, Jealousy. I'm not sure when and what the next ficlet will be so i'm not yet putting it in the title. Tell me what you think about it.
I also wanted to point out that this was born of a dream, where the idea of jeans-cutting came to me in a very disturbing sexual Snarry form, so I woke up and started writing it. Just for fun, no pretense for 'serious' fanfiction or IC.
Thanks to my lovely beta, and you all, who read it. I'd really appreciate every comment, whether it's be an opinion, critics, or a simple aknowledgement.
Opheliac.
Chapters: oneshot
Pairing/Characters: Snape/Harry
Wordcount: 1280
Genre: PWP
Warnings: swearing, m/m sex, public sex, misuse of petrifying spells, cutting curses and stone walls.
Rating:NC-17
Beta: the_flic (thank you so much!)
Summary: angry sex fic.
Stone walls of Spinner’s end.
"What the hell what that?!" Harry shouted, running after the tall dark figure of his former professor striding down the sleeping street.
"Severus! Stop!" Finally, Harry caught up with the other man. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He grabbed Snape by the shoulders and pinned him against the nearest wall.
"Unhand me this instant!" Severus demanded, his eyes glowing with what Harry assumed was a dangerous level of anger, though he was beyond caring for the other man’s feelings at the moment.
"NO! And I won’t until you tell me why you just hexed Ginny! You scared the hell out of her! You scared the hell out of me!" He kept on yelling in Snape’s face, his own a mixture of anger and confusion. "Merlin, Severus - " Harry tried to catch his breath, his rage subsiding, making more space for confusion and hurt. "I tried so hard to win your friendship over the years! We both did! It was simple: you respect my friends, I respect your privacy! So fucking tell me, What the hell got into you?!" He accentuated every word with a push to Severus’ shoulders.
"What got into ME?" The other man shouted back incredulously, "I’ll tell you what’s gotten into me!" Severus turned them around, and in a second Harry found himself facing the wall, his hands the only thing preventing direct impact.
"Stop it!" Harry shouted, trying to push his hips back, as his shoulders were held strongly in place, but Severus wasn’t listening.
"I’ll show you and that Weasley whore how to play games with me!"
"W- what?"
"Immobilus!"
Harry was frozen in place, unable to move, shout, or hex the barking bastard’s balls off, and oh, he’d gladly do so, if only he weren't immobilized and… if the said bastard weren’t pressing into him so much that Harry could feel Snape’s breath on his neck, Snape’s warm hand on his stomach and Snape’s… wait, was that a boner pressed into his arse? No…Severus would never… he can’t be…he wouldn’t want…even if he did…would he?
Harry lost it then, he didn’t hear the insults hissed in his ear, didn’t care he’d been petrified and thrown against the dirty wall as long as this thick, trouser-clad hardness kept moving against him. How long had he been dreaming of this? Dreaming of being fucked against his ex-professor’s desk in his office, in the potions classroom, in Snape’s private chambers, over the meeting table at Grimmauld place; even in Snape’s favorite armchair at Spinner’s end. Impossible as it might seem when rendered Immobile, Harry was getting hard, certain parts of his anatomy were very much moving, filling, hardening and also faster than ever before, even counting the numerous hard-ons he'd had in his ex-professor’s presence.
When the meaning behind Snape’s words dawned on Harry, he wanted to moan so bad it hurt. Him and Ginny had been hugging. In a friendly way, or so Harry thought. But Severus’ reaction indicated he had interpreted their friendly embrace in another way.
Oh dear Merlin! The Big Snake was jealous! Harry was in heaven, or would have been, if he could say something, or turn around and smother Severus with lustful kisses, or at least just turn around and look his sexual fantasy in the eye… Wait, what had he just said?
"Now, boy, I’m going to teach you a lesson of “what’s getting into whom” as you expressively put it. Sectumsempra!"
Harry’s guts froze in fear, his head reeling. Snape had just cursed him? Then with a loud CRACK! His jeans ripped right along his cleft.
Oh Merlin! he exclaimed inwardly in both relief and arousal. The gesture now seemed the most erotic thing he could imagine, besides potions classroom, off course. Harry’s cock jumped in appreciation when Snape’s delicate hands slipped inside the tear and tore it further. When said hands ripped Harry’s jeans off him in one swift motion he wanted to come so desperately, he was beyond analyzing whether this was just another wet dream or a wild fantasy coming true. Coming. Against the wall. Clothes ripped in two. By Severus Snape.
God Almighty and whatever deities!
Harry felt his boxers vanishing and his arse was feeling slick and loose. Probably a spell. God, Snape’s going to finally fuck me! Then he felt a finger prodding inside, testing, searching for… AH!
Harry felt his lower stomach tightening, and Snape wasn’t even fucking him yet! Two fingers felt better, moved as they belonged there and OH! Hit that spot again, scissoring and stretching and… OOOH again…
Harry was beyond words now, but the sexy hissing he heard was probably cursing, or so it seemed. He didn’t care much about anything, especially when three fingers entered him. Pushing hard, harder, deeper, faster and HOLY FUCK not missing that blissful spot even once.
Harry’s world took a spin and went blank as he was endlessly coming all over the stone wall. Snape probably felt him shuddering, no surprise as Harry himself thought the whole alley shuddered with him.
"Enjoying yourself, mister Potter?" Snape purred in his ear with that rich silky voice, that made Harry harden again without even noticing. "See how you like this!"
And Harry was back into outer space, as all his being was filled with Snape’s hard, long, thick , hot cock and nothing else even existed except for Snape and his gorgeous cock that immediately set into motion. Blissful motion against that sacred spot, that made Harry see the depths of the Universe, if the sparkling dots before his eyes were any indication.
The only thing Harry regretted, as much as he could regret at the moment, was complete disability to move, to push against his sweet tormentor, to moan his ecstasy out loud, for the whole city to hear. Snape was moving faster, harder with every passing second and Harry felt their bliss getting close to its peak, as the other man’s thrusts became erratic and his breathing fast on Harry’s neck and the iron hold of Immobilus weakening.
Harry was able to claw at the wall for dear life, his fingers becoming white. He moaned out loud constantly now, but Snape was beyond noticing. Harry turned his head to look at Snape. The sight made his toes curl and his balls tighten and he was coming for the second time. Whole body shuddering and muscles contracting, he didn’t hear Snape’s moans as he came spilling inside Harry, as Harry himself was screaming his lover’s birth name for everyone living around to hear.
The most intense orgasm of Harry’s life passed by and he felt Snape pulling out of him and straightening up. The younger turned his head just in time to catch the retreating figure. Harry grabbed his belongings and hurried after Snape, catching him on the other side of the wall, with his hand on the doorknob.
"Let me in!" Harry demanded.
As Snape opened his mouth to protest, lights in the house across the road came to life and when a silhouette appeared in the window, Harry was dragged inside and the front door banged shut.
"What do you want?" Snape questioned, looking as irritated, but as intrigued as ever.
"Maybe some tea for a butt naked guest, who has been thoroughly welcomed against your house’s wall not a minute earlier?"
"I beg you pardon?" Eyebrows rose up into Snape’s hair.
"I said, I want to jump up and down on your gorgeous prick in this favorite chair of yours. Now."
The End
A/N: This is my first Snarry fic ever. Congratulations, me! I also wanted to point out that Sectumsempra in my opinion, is a cursed which can be used for other cutting purposes (not just killing people, you know). Snape is a Master of Sectumsempa, so he knows how much force to apply to cut jeans XD And not slice its owner!
As for more, I actually planned this to be a series of non-related oneshots/ficlets, associated by one theme, Jealousy. I'm not sure when and what the next ficlet will be so i'm not yet putting it in the title. Tell me what you think about it.
I also wanted to point out that this was born of a dream, where the idea of jeans-cutting came to me in a very disturbing sexual Snarry form, so I woke up and started writing it. Just for fun, no pretense for 'serious' fanfiction or IC.
Thanks to my lovely beta, and you all, who read it. I'd really appreciate every comment, whether it's be an opinion, critics, or a simple aknowledgement.
Opheliac.