Challenge Your Limits (Severus/Harry)
Title: Challenge Your Limits
Author: countess_hp
Giftee: loupgarou1750
Word Count: 2,128
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: Chan(16), bondage, sex, prolonged orgasm denial
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry had a perfect way to be alone with his teacher, or so he thought. Did he bite off more than he could chew? Will Snape let him get away with his cheek?
Author's Notes: I would like to thank my beta that hambares for fitting this in between her new job and her family and bewarethesmirk. And loupgarou1750, I really hope you like it.
It was not yet five minutes into the lesson and Longbottom was already in trouble.
“Longbottom, that is the third cauldron this week. If you break another, you will have detention with Filch for the remainder of the year! Is that clear?” Severus yelled at Neville, his face, normally sallow, was now red and looked quite dangerous. Even his Slytherins cringed. Neville looked like he wanted to cry, tears brimming in his eyes.
Severus pulled back and strode down the aisle, his black robes flowing behind him. His eyes fixed upon Potter’s cauldron. The potion inside was inky black and gave off a foul odor. No potion turned out well when that happened.
“Potter! Detention!” Severus yelled, flicking his wand to make the contents of the cauldron disappear. Severus’ anger towards Potter was visible, but the boy smiled like it was all a big joke. What Severus would have given to smack him across his face. Severus turned and went back to his desk. “Thirty points from Gryffindor for your class mate’s cheek.” With his back turned, he grinned as the Gryffindors groaned.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus was grading term papers from his seventh years when the door opened. He looked up to see the boy.
“Kneel,” he said, going back to his papers.
Harry knelt in front of the desk. He knew he had pushed Severus too far, but he needed this. He looked up to see Severus grading, not even acknowledging him. He sighed. Making a noise only earned him a glare before the professor went back to his essays.
He was ignored for the next hour as Snape scrawled on the essays. He started to wish he had devised a better plan to get Snape’s attention. He heard a chair scraping the floor. Trying not to look up, he could see Snape’s black boots as he came around the desk and went behind Harry.
“We are being a bad boy today, aren’t we?” A dark cloth suddenly appeared in front of Harry. “For that you will be blindfolded and bound.” Even though it was meant for a punishment, Harry welcomed it. The loss of his sight made his other senses stronger. Once the cloth was in place over his eyes, he felt his robes being taken off, leaving him with only his pants, shirt and tie. His shoes were also left on. A rope was used to tie his wrists behind his back.
He felt more than heard Snape back up. The warmth from the body behind him was gone, leaving him slightly cold. A hand tilted his head up, a thumb stroking his lips.
“You could have thought of a better way to see me, Harry. One that doesn’t include this punishment.”
“What makes you think I wanted that?” Harry smiled, opening his mouth to allow the thumb in, sucking lightly. Severus chuckled, pulling his finger back.
“I guess I really need to show you who the boss is in this relationship is, Potter.” Snape pulled down his zipper, freeing his erection. “Open up,” he said, thrusting his cock into Harry’s mouth. He didn’t give Harry a chance to relax his throat as he pushed all the way down.
Harry, on the other hand, relished the controlling nature of his partner. He loved being treated this way, having his mouth fucked and not being able to do anything about it. He did his best at sucking and swallowing around the thick appendage. His own body was reacting to the harsh treatment. His body was hot and sweaty, his cock was making a permanent tent in his pants. He was sure the pre-come had already soaked through. All too soon, Severus pulled away. Harry could hear Snape’s harsh breathing. He was hauled up and thrown over the desk none too gently.
Severus had almost lost himself in Harry mouth. He had been so close, but he had other ideas on punishing Harry. Leaving Harry bent over the desk, he went to his room to retrieve a few ‘toys.’
Harry was left shaking and waiting for what was to come. He was still fully clothed, making him feel even more uncomfortable. And hot.
Severus returned, his erection having quieted down a bit. He pulled Harry’s pants down and yanked the shirt up. Reaching around, he put a cock ring around the base of Harry’s erection.
“Shit! That hurts!”
“One more word and I will gag you, and I would hate do that.” He smirked, picking up his other toy. Severus poured a little lube on Harry’s opening and massaged it in as he got the toy ready. Severus had whispered a warming spell on it to make it more comfortable for Harry. Taking his hand away from Harry, he poured lube on the toy before placing it at Harry’s opening, and pushing it in slowly.
Harry hissed as a medium-width dildo started opening him up. He bit his lip and wanted to grip the table.
“Now, don’t clamp down, Potter, it will only hurt more, and as much as you love a bit of pain with the pleasure, this is not what you want.” Severus pushed it in farther, going inch by agonizing inch.
“Fucking hell, Snape, just shove it in.” With that outburst it stopped. “Fu…” Harry panted, trying to catch his breath. Just a few more inches and it would be in. “Please, Snape,” he begged.
“I told you not to talk,” Snape said simply. Harry sobbed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” With a sharp thrust the last few inches were inside. Severus chuckled and went around to the desk and sat down, leaning back on the chair he put his feet on the desk.
“Sna…” He eyes widened as the toy started to buzz and slowly moved in and out of him.
“Interesting feeling isn’t it? That light buzzing against your prostate as the plug moves inside you. Very … pleasurable,” Snape said in a low velvet voice. “It could,” the hum went up, “drive you insane.” He grinned, watching Harry squirm.
Harry fought against the rope, trying to free his hands.
“Already wanting more? You are a very greedy boy, Mister Potter.” The humming went up and the toy moved faster.
“Yes, yes, oh, Gods, yes.” Harry stammered on and on. Severus smiled slightly, slowly stroking himself as he watched the tantalizing scene before him.
“How is it, Mr. Potter? Tell me how you feel.”
“Good, so good, Sev, AHH!” he said as the toy moved in deeper.
“That was for the name. I am either Snape, or ‘sir’, remember that, Potter.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go on.”
“It feels so good, Snape, almost as good as you.”
“Cheeky brat. What would you like me to do to you?”
“Fuck me.”
“Soft or hard?”
“As hard as you can, Snape. I want to feel it in the morning.” Severus stood up, walking behind him.
“You will feel it a lot longer, boy.” He pulled the plug out and it landed with a thud on the ground, before he thrust into the boy. Harry was hot and wet from the toy and just right. Harry let out a squeak below him. “You like that, Potter? Like your professor inside you?”
“Yes sir,” Harry said in a strained voice.
“Want me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
“Well, since you ask for prettily.” He started thrusting wildly into Harry. It felt so right, having Harry bent over the desk, taking his student, fucking him within an inch of his life.
“You like that, Potter?” Harry always wondered how the man could manage a full sentence during sex. It was beyond him.
“H-harder!”
Severus pulled out, flipping Harry over on the desk so he was facing the other. Not exactly comfortable for Harry , his hands digging in his back. Severus pushed Harry’s legs down against his chest and leant over, letting him move faster.
“YES!” Harry screamed, his every nerve on fire, his breath coming in harsh pants, his hand clenching as if he thought he could help push down on Severus. “More please,” he sobbed.
“Almost,” Severus bit out. Other than the tenseness in his voice, there was no other sign that Severus was even enjoying himself. He leant down, giving biting kisses to Harry’s chest, a little symbol of his ownership over Harry. Harry ached, turned, and whined, doing whatever he could to encourage harder thrusts.
Severus was coming to his climax. He felt it starting in his toes, but before he gave Harry what he wanted, he wanted something in return. Leaning over Harry’s ear, he stopped.
“What are you?”
“What?” Harry barely registered that Snape had stopped.
“What are you?”
“I don’t under … stand,” he panted.
“What are you, Potter? Are you a slut? A bitch?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Say it.”
“I’m … I’m a slut.”
“And?"
“A BITCH!” Harry screamed out.
“Whose bitch are you?”
“Yours, sir.”
“Say it.”
“I’M YOUR BITCH!” he screamed.
“Good boy.” Severus started again, even harder, and it was not much longer before he was coming deep inside Harry.
Harry’s breath hitched as he felt the man above fill him. In this one moment, he could see the Snape that was hidden behind that mask he held everyday. But, in a flash, it was gone and Snape was back. He leant up and slid out of Harry, leaving the boy feeling empty and squishy. Severus said a Cleaning charm for himself and tucked his spent cock away in his pants, pulling the cloak over him. He looked like nothing had happened, and Harry looked every bit of the bitch he had been proclaiming not a moment before, leaving Harry on the desk, his cock hard and purple.
“Snape?” he asked, when Severus made no attempt to take off the ring.
“Yes?” Severus raised a brow like nothing was wrong.
“Can you take off the ring?” Harry asked.
“Hmm, after dinner.” He turned and left the room.
“Damn you!” Harry sighed, hating that feeling of cooling come. Snape was and utter bastard, a complete and utter bastard, leaving Harry there, unsatisfied.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus had a nice dinner, aside from the old coot talking to him. He looked down at the Gryffindor table and saw Potter’s friends. They must have been talking about Harry and wondering where he was. ”If they only knew,” Severus chuckled to himself. Even McGonagall asked why he was so happy.
“Nothing, really,” he said to the older woman. “Nothing at all.”
He stopped off at Flitwick’s room and chatted; then got caught by Peeves. By the time he returned to his office, Harry was still hard and still on the table.
“Having fun?” He asked. Harry’s head shot up, or as much as it could.
“Snape.”
“Yes?” he asked, walking over to him.
“Damn you.”
“For what?” He ran a finger up Harry’s purple cock, causing him to spasm.
“Please?” the boy begged.
“Please, what?” He encircled the appendage.
“Please let me come,” Harry sobbed.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir.” Severus stroked him harder.
“After I use you again, Potter.” He grinned, helping Harry off the desk. Taking him into his room, he steered Harry to bedroom. Harry hurried into the room, not that he didn’t mind another romp with Snape, and he just wanted the damn ring off. Severus untied Harry’s hands and threw the rope on the floor, before turning him around and kissing him. Pushing Harry down on the bed, Severus entered him with one quick thrust. This time Harry could put his arms around Snape’s neck and his legs around his waist, keeping him close as Snape thrust into him.
Severus kept kissing him, only pulling back when the needed a breath and then it was back to kissing. His hands roamed over Harry’s body, tweaking his nipples, his cock, and his ass. It was not long before Severus felt the need to come. Moving his hand down between their bodies, he pulled the ring from around Harry’s stiff erection. He didn’t have to wait, Harry came not a moment later and Severus let Harry’s clenching muscles draw his own orgasm.
While Harry came back from his near-fainted state, Severus cleaned them up and pulled the covers around them. When Harry became more lucid, he smiled faintly, snuggling into Snape’s side. Severus turned and kissed his head.
“Now remember, Potter, if you want my attention, you can get it other ways.” Harry grinned.
“But this was much more fun.” Severus pinched his bum.
“Brat.”
“Git.”
“Good night, Harry.”
“Good night, Snape.”
Author: countess_hp
Giftee: loupgarou1750
Word Count: 2,128
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: Chan(16), bondage, sex, prolonged orgasm denial
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry had a perfect way to be alone with his teacher, or so he thought. Did he bite off more than he could chew? Will Snape let him get away with his cheek?
Author's Notes: I would like to thank my beta that hambares for fitting this in between her new job and her family and bewarethesmirk. And loupgarou1750, I really hope you like it.
It was not yet five minutes into the lesson and Longbottom was already in trouble.
“Longbottom, that is the third cauldron this week. If you break another, you will have detention with Filch for the remainder of the year! Is that clear?” Severus yelled at Neville, his face, normally sallow, was now red and looked quite dangerous. Even his Slytherins cringed. Neville looked like he wanted to cry, tears brimming in his eyes.
Severus pulled back and strode down the aisle, his black robes flowing behind him. His eyes fixed upon Potter’s cauldron. The potion inside was inky black and gave off a foul odor. No potion turned out well when that happened.
“Potter! Detention!” Severus yelled, flicking his wand to make the contents of the cauldron disappear. Severus’ anger towards Potter was visible, but the boy smiled like it was all a big joke. What Severus would have given to smack him across his face. Severus turned and went back to his desk. “Thirty points from Gryffindor for your class mate’s cheek.” With his back turned, he grinned as the Gryffindors groaned.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus was grading term papers from his seventh years when the door opened. He looked up to see the boy.
“Kneel,” he said, going back to his papers.
Harry knelt in front of the desk. He knew he had pushed Severus too far, but he needed this. He looked up to see Severus grading, not even acknowledging him. He sighed. Making a noise only earned him a glare before the professor went back to his essays.
He was ignored for the next hour as Snape scrawled on the essays. He started to wish he had devised a better plan to get Snape’s attention. He heard a chair scraping the floor. Trying not to look up, he could see Snape’s black boots as he came around the desk and went behind Harry.
“We are being a bad boy today, aren’t we?” A dark cloth suddenly appeared in front of Harry. “For that you will be blindfolded and bound.” Even though it was meant for a punishment, Harry welcomed it. The loss of his sight made his other senses stronger. Once the cloth was in place over his eyes, he felt his robes being taken off, leaving him with only his pants, shirt and tie. His shoes were also left on. A rope was used to tie his wrists behind his back.
He felt more than heard Snape back up. The warmth from the body behind him was gone, leaving him slightly cold. A hand tilted his head up, a thumb stroking his lips.
“You could have thought of a better way to see me, Harry. One that doesn’t include this punishment.”
“What makes you think I wanted that?” Harry smiled, opening his mouth to allow the thumb in, sucking lightly. Severus chuckled, pulling his finger back.
“I guess I really need to show you who the boss is in this relationship is, Potter.” Snape pulled down his zipper, freeing his erection. “Open up,” he said, thrusting his cock into Harry’s mouth. He didn’t give Harry a chance to relax his throat as he pushed all the way down.
Harry, on the other hand, relished the controlling nature of his partner. He loved being treated this way, having his mouth fucked and not being able to do anything about it. He did his best at sucking and swallowing around the thick appendage. His own body was reacting to the harsh treatment. His body was hot and sweaty, his cock was making a permanent tent in his pants. He was sure the pre-come had already soaked through. All too soon, Severus pulled away. Harry could hear Snape’s harsh breathing. He was hauled up and thrown over the desk none too gently.
Severus had almost lost himself in Harry mouth. He had been so close, but he had other ideas on punishing Harry. Leaving Harry bent over the desk, he went to his room to retrieve a few ‘toys.’
Harry was left shaking and waiting for what was to come. He was still fully clothed, making him feel even more uncomfortable. And hot.
Severus returned, his erection having quieted down a bit. He pulled Harry’s pants down and yanked the shirt up. Reaching around, he put a cock ring around the base of Harry’s erection.
“Shit! That hurts!”
“One more word and I will gag you, and I would hate do that.” He smirked, picking up his other toy. Severus poured a little lube on Harry’s opening and massaged it in as he got the toy ready. Severus had whispered a warming spell on it to make it more comfortable for Harry. Taking his hand away from Harry, he poured lube on the toy before placing it at Harry’s opening, and pushing it in slowly.
Harry hissed as a medium-width dildo started opening him up. He bit his lip and wanted to grip the table.
“Now, don’t clamp down, Potter, it will only hurt more, and as much as you love a bit of pain with the pleasure, this is not what you want.” Severus pushed it in farther, going inch by agonizing inch.
“Fucking hell, Snape, just shove it in.” With that outburst it stopped. “Fu…” Harry panted, trying to catch his breath. Just a few more inches and it would be in. “Please, Snape,” he begged.
“I told you not to talk,” Snape said simply. Harry sobbed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” With a sharp thrust the last few inches were inside. Severus chuckled and went around to the desk and sat down, leaning back on the chair he put his feet on the desk.
“Sna…” He eyes widened as the toy started to buzz and slowly moved in and out of him.
“Interesting feeling isn’t it? That light buzzing against your prostate as the plug moves inside you. Very … pleasurable,” Snape said in a low velvet voice. “It could,” the hum went up, “drive you insane.” He grinned, watching Harry squirm.
Harry fought against the rope, trying to free his hands.
“Already wanting more? You are a very greedy boy, Mister Potter.” The humming went up and the toy moved faster.
“Yes, yes, oh, Gods, yes.” Harry stammered on and on. Severus smiled slightly, slowly stroking himself as he watched the tantalizing scene before him.
“How is it, Mr. Potter? Tell me how you feel.”
“Good, so good, Sev, AHH!” he said as the toy moved in deeper.
“That was for the name. I am either Snape, or ‘sir’, remember that, Potter.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go on.”
“It feels so good, Snape, almost as good as you.”
“Cheeky brat. What would you like me to do to you?”
“Fuck me.”
“Soft or hard?”
“As hard as you can, Snape. I want to feel it in the morning.” Severus stood up, walking behind him.
“You will feel it a lot longer, boy.” He pulled the plug out and it landed with a thud on the ground, before he thrust into the boy. Harry was hot and wet from the toy and just right. Harry let out a squeak below him. “You like that, Potter? Like your professor inside you?”
“Yes sir,” Harry said in a strained voice.
“Want me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
“Well, since you ask for prettily.” He started thrusting wildly into Harry. It felt so right, having Harry bent over the desk, taking his student, fucking him within an inch of his life.
“You like that, Potter?” Harry always wondered how the man could manage a full sentence during sex. It was beyond him.
“H-harder!”
Severus pulled out, flipping Harry over on the desk so he was facing the other. Not exactly comfortable for Harry , his hands digging in his back. Severus pushed Harry’s legs down against his chest and leant over, letting him move faster.
“YES!” Harry screamed, his every nerve on fire, his breath coming in harsh pants, his hand clenching as if he thought he could help push down on Severus. “More please,” he sobbed.
“Almost,” Severus bit out. Other than the tenseness in his voice, there was no other sign that Severus was even enjoying himself. He leant down, giving biting kisses to Harry’s chest, a little symbol of his ownership over Harry. Harry ached, turned, and whined, doing whatever he could to encourage harder thrusts.
Severus was coming to his climax. He felt it starting in his toes, but before he gave Harry what he wanted, he wanted something in return. Leaning over Harry’s ear, he stopped.
“What are you?”
“What?” Harry barely registered that Snape had stopped.
“What are you?”
“I don’t under … stand,” he panted.
“What are you, Potter? Are you a slut? A bitch?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Say it.”
“I’m … I’m a slut.”
“And?"
“A BITCH!” Harry screamed out.
“Whose bitch are you?”
“Yours, sir.”
“Say it.”
“I’M YOUR BITCH!” he screamed.
“Good boy.” Severus started again, even harder, and it was not much longer before he was coming deep inside Harry.
Harry’s breath hitched as he felt the man above fill him. In this one moment, he could see the Snape that was hidden behind that mask he held everyday. But, in a flash, it was gone and Snape was back. He leant up and slid out of Harry, leaving the boy feeling empty and squishy. Severus said a Cleaning charm for himself and tucked his spent cock away in his pants, pulling the cloak over him. He looked like nothing had happened, and Harry looked every bit of the bitch he had been proclaiming not a moment before, leaving Harry on the desk, his cock hard and purple.
“Snape?” he asked, when Severus made no attempt to take off the ring.
“Yes?” Severus raised a brow like nothing was wrong.
“Can you take off the ring?” Harry asked.
“Hmm, after dinner.” He turned and left the room.
“Damn you!” Harry sighed, hating that feeling of cooling come. Snape was and utter bastard, a complete and utter bastard, leaving Harry there, unsatisfied.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus had a nice dinner, aside from the old coot talking to him. He looked down at the Gryffindor table and saw Potter’s friends. They must have been talking about Harry and wondering where he was. ”If they only knew,” Severus chuckled to himself. Even McGonagall asked why he was so happy.
“Nothing, really,” he said to the older woman. “Nothing at all.”
He stopped off at Flitwick’s room and chatted; then got caught by Peeves. By the time he returned to his office, Harry was still hard and still on the table.
“Having fun?” He asked. Harry’s head shot up, or as much as it could.
“Snape.”
“Yes?” he asked, walking over to him.
“Damn you.”
“For what?” He ran a finger up Harry’s purple cock, causing him to spasm.
“Please?” the boy begged.
“Please, what?” He encircled the appendage.
“Please let me come,” Harry sobbed.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir.” Severus stroked him harder.
“After I use you again, Potter.” He grinned, helping Harry off the desk. Taking him into his room, he steered Harry to bedroom. Harry hurried into the room, not that he didn’t mind another romp with Snape, and he just wanted the damn ring off. Severus untied Harry’s hands and threw the rope on the floor, before turning him around and kissing him. Pushing Harry down on the bed, Severus entered him with one quick thrust. This time Harry could put his arms around Snape’s neck and his legs around his waist, keeping him close as Snape thrust into him.
Severus kept kissing him, only pulling back when the needed a breath and then it was back to kissing. His hands roamed over Harry’s body, tweaking his nipples, his cock, and his ass. It was not long before Severus felt the need to come. Moving his hand down between their bodies, he pulled the ring from around Harry’s stiff erection. He didn’t have to wait, Harry came not a moment later and Severus let Harry’s clenching muscles draw his own orgasm.
While Harry came back from his near-fainted state, Severus cleaned them up and pulled the covers around them. When Harry became more lucid, he smiled faintly, snuggling into Snape’s side. Severus turned and kissed his head.
“Now remember, Potter, if you want my attention, you can get it other ways.” Harry grinned.
“But this was much more fun.” Severus pinched his bum.
“Brat.”
“Git.”
“Good night, Harry.”
“Good night, Snape.”