Author's note: So I'm having a difficult time writing Severus Snape smut since my love died (Alan Rickman) I haven't forgotten about my other stories, but I just couldn't write. It's been a few months and although I'm still sad over it I'm gonna try to get back into writing. As a warm up I'm going to finish this story that I started almost a year ago and put it up for yall and soon I will try to get back to Snape's new dog. And maybe even a chapter for A master's new pet

I know it's wrong. I take the cloak and follow the well- known path. I know I could get in trouble. But that hasn't stopped me yet. Don't ask how I know the password. Don't ask why or when I started. And do not ask how many times I have done this. That isn't important right now. I cast the spell to keep him unconscious and begin undressing us both. I'm already hard seeing his pale skin. He's dick is longer than mine. It's thick and the veins stand out on his pale skin. Even flaccid his size is impressive.

"You took thirty points from my Gryffindors, so it's only fair that I take you twice." I lay him on his side, and then I pour some lube on my hands. I know there is a spell to stretch and lubricate, but I prefer doing it manually as if to prove to myself that I'm going through with this. Stretching him is only a formality. I've taken him enough times where I only have to do minimal stretching. Still I start off slow not wanting to hurt him. By the time I add the second finger he's already half hard. His mouth is parted as his breathing speeds.

He's thin and his skin is marked with bruises just from where I've held him. My fingerprints leave evidence that he doesn't care to notice. His legs spread on their own when I rub his thighs. My fingers curl into him and he whines. When I pull my fingers out, his hole twitches lewdly.

"Are you ready so soon Severus?" I spread lube onto my own erection and slide inside. He tenses around me until I rub his hip. "Don't be nervous Severus. You know who I am. I'm sure you can recognize the feel of my dick inside you. Relax for me and I'll make you feel good again tonight." And he does relax. His erection is standing proudly. My own is so puny compared to his. I know he's unconscious, but he's so receptive. His ass always hungrily takes my dick. I kneed his balls and he exhales audibly. My free hand strokes his length; it can't fit all the way around his shaft.

He's moaning with every thrust. His hair hides most of his face so I brush the silky hair away. It never feels oily. Occasionally it's still wet from the shower. I've been obsessed with him for too long. I've even memorized his schedule.

I bury myself in him. He wakes up at 5:30 and presses the snooze until 6:00. I grind deep inside him enjoying his warmth. 6:15 he finishes dressing. My fingers press into his hips and pull him against me. 6:30 he begins eating breakfast in the Great hall. "Your ass always feels so hot." 7:00 he goes to his classroom and grades papers until his first class starts at 8:00. It's hypnotic watching my dick slide in and out of his twitching ass. He finishes teaching classes at 1:00 and he eats a light lunch in his office. His whimpers encourage me to stroke him faster. From 1:30 until 5 he brews potions for the medical wing or other needed potions. I suck the spot on the back of his neck; it's my spot. His hair is so long it hides any mark I leave, but I know it's there. 5 till 6 he grades more papers before going to his private chambers. His body tremors lewdly. If he manages to eat dinner it's very little, and he either grades or experiment with potions until 9 when he takes his bath. There is not an inch of this man that I am unfamiliar with. At 9:30 he crawls into bed and reads for an hour until he falls asleep. At 11 I visit him.

My fingers ghost over his nipples. He's beautiful- perhaps not traditional beauty, but the whole of him is an image difficult to forget. The way his back is always straight to defy a world that wishes to kick him down. The way his eyes are always open, but still they manage to close off all of his vulnerabilities. The way his mouth forms a thin line just before he is about to smile as if to force that happiness away. I wanted to hate him. I tried to. But this man consumes my thoughts.

"Fuck why are you so beautiful Severus." That's another luxury I only have in these moments. Calling him by his first name. "When you find out what I've been doing to you, will you have me arrested? I've been raping you in your sleep since I was a fifth year. I got hired on at the school specifically so that I would not have to stop these moments." I still my movements wanting to feel him encasing me. Which did I start loving first, this body or this man. I kiss my spot on the back of his neck. I stroke him fully just enjoying how his channel tenses around me. "I wanted to hate you Severus. I wanted to. But I know your eyes. The eyes of someone who was mistreated. Someone who was ignored. Someone who wants to be held." He whimpers in response, but I'm not afraid he will wake up. I've done this so many times. I hold still inside of him. There have been nights I've taken him roughly. But some nights. Some nights I just want to press my body against his until I feel nothing is separating us.

"Ahh." I kiss my spot.

"Yes. Please make those sounds for me Severus." My hips move slowly and he reflexively moves against me. "I love you Severus. I understand those eyes." My arms pull him firmly against my chest. I lavish that spot trying to convey all the love I feel for him. "I don't like talking about it. But before I came here. My guardians. My aunt and uncle treated me badly." He's trembling. His pale nipples are hard and they look so lewd I can't restrain myself from licking them. "When I do these things to you. Is it a dream. I know even unconscious you feel these things, in your mind. Are you having a good dream. I would… want you to have a good dream." I lazily take him. Tomorrow I might desire to take him hard and fast, but for this moment the muted gasps are encouragement enough for me to continue this slow pace I've set.

But we only have so much time and I will have to leave him soon. His slightly damp hair sticks to the back of his neck and I move it aside. My spot is a dark red. I bite this tender spot on his neck and he exhales a muted scream. His hips jerk sporadically. He's thrusting into my hand and then impaling himself on my length. I suck hard ensuring the mark will be visible for several days. Just in case I'm not able to see him tomorrow night.

"Not so fast Severus. If you continue like this, I'll cum and I want to enjoy you longer." He doesn't hear me and his pace continues. He's whimpering beautifully and I can't hold off any longer. He's so tight. He's so fucking hot. I force his body to still, molding it against mine. "Sev.. Uh. I'm.. cumming." When I fill him his body trembles. Still erect, but no longer receiving pleasure. "I know Severus. Don't worry I would never leave you unsatisfied." I pull out enjoying the trail of cum leaking from his gaping ass. "And I would never leave you dirty."

I lay him on his stomach and pull him up to his knees. Aside from a slight whine he doesn't protest. It isn't necessary, but sometimes I think this is my favorite part. I could use a spell, but just light with stretching him. It doesn't feel as real if I don't do it myself. Another trail of cum slides out of him and down his long pale legs. My tongue trails after it not letting it escape.

There is something erotic about tasting your own essence out of the ass of the man you love. About eating out his ass after fucking him thoroughly. My tongue returns to flicking his entrance until he relaxes enough for me to press completely into him. Fingers dig into his hips pulling him against my mouth. I suck lightly.

"I would never neglect you Severus. I would be a good partner to you." My hands keep his body from collapsing on the bed while my fingers move to spread open his creamy ass. "Has anyone ever ate your ass out like I do." My tongue slides entirely inside him as his body squirms. He exhales a quiet plead.

"Please." He rarely talks in his sleep. But his voice. When he does. I can't..

"I did say I would fuck you twice."

"Please." My hand pressed on his back making sure he's completely pressed into the bed while my other hand holds his hip securely up.

I slam into him. When he screams I slam harder. "Why do you have to do this to me Severus."

"Please."

His insides are so wet I slide in so easily. I stroke him with every thrust. "I want to claim you. I want to fuck you raw and make a mess out of you."

"Please."

"Fuck you have no idea how bad I want you." I can't slow down. "I have never been turned on by any girl." I've told him all of this before. But it doesn't matter. "I thought there was something wrong with me. I would see you and just want to touch you. Wanting wasn't enough anymore. I know this is wrong." I bite down on my spot to suppress the urge to come again. I'll make sure he finishes first this time. "Even now, what I'm doing is wrong. But how else can I have you."

"Nnn." I stroke him faster making sure to squeeze the base tightly.

"That's it Severus. You know my body. And I know yours. I know how you like to be touched. You can cum for me."

"Mmm nnn ahhhh!"

"That's it my love. Now.. nnn. Me too." I'll have to clean him again. But it was always one of my favorite parts. Tomorrow I'll meet him in the great hall for breakfast before we both go to our classes to start the day, and at night I'll find him again. These actions may be wrong but I won't stop until he tells me to. And thus far he seems content to let me continue.