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jazjelspen · 2 days

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my angel baby (special chapter!)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(notes: This special chapter gives us another glimpse at Alastor's relationship with his only daughter, you, and how unique his parenting skills are. Currently set in the 30s where you two are still living and breathing so far.)

( Welcome back to my fellow angel baby readers! Also much welcome to any newcomers!

Here is a new chapter for my alastor and daughter series, I know it's been such a long while and I understand if a lot of you have moved on qwq I did take quite awhile so I can't blame you. But school finally ended and it's summer! I have much more time on my hands now! If thee are people still interested I'm totally willing to focus my time on updating!

Thank you so much for staying tuned! Let's start then shall we!)

(caution: alastor being manipulative(?), more or so cruel, he makes you cry :( )

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(p.s. NOT PROOFREAD, I also apologize if the pacing and writing is a bit weird qwq I have written in awhile so I'm slightly rusty..!)

It was yet another particular day in the 30s of New Orleans.

Word of mouth of politics, money, entertainment.. everything was nothing but as normal as it could possibly be for a seventeen year old girl.

You woke up to the sound of soft birds chirping yet soon being covered by human made sounds like chatter and metal clanking. You fixed yourself up once you got out of your puffy bed that kept you in sweet dreams each night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you fixed your chosen outfit for the day, a small smile cheering yourself up at how you felt a soft gleaming feeling in your chest.

'today will be a good day.' you thought.

...

Something was missing, there was a little gleam of excitement that you couldn't wait for.

You could start it anytime soon but-- it felt wrong.. it was wrong.

'maybe later, I can wait much later...'

Walking out of your bedroom and down the hall, passing by your father's study and your family bathroom ended up in between the kitchen and living area, your nose led you down to the kitchen.

It was a fairly early morning but your nose could smell your father's presence despite him leaving half an hour ago, your feet tapped against the hardwood floors as you went up to the stove with your eyes also noticing a note with writing on it on the counter beside the heating appliance.

Eyes flicked between the warm pot on the stove and the note, your nose took another long whiff of the comforting aroma to be a dish you absolutely love to have in the mornings.

Your hands went on to pick up the note and raised it up for your eyes to see, your father's neat and sophisticated writing made you smile as you started to read:

'Good morning my dove, I do hope you had the sweetest of dreams last night. I know you over exerted yourself the other day and I just hope you aren't slugging like a sloth this morning!-'

Giggling slightly, you continued reading.

'Nevertheless, I made you your favorite before I left off to work. Don't forget to tune in soon!

Love, Father Dearest.'

Right.. his radio show will be on soon!..

You smiled as you folded the note and tugged in into a small pocket/spot on your person before going on to plate yourself breakfast that your dad made and getting a glass of your preferred drink before skimming past the dining table to eat on the living room.. you weren't exactly allowed to eat here but it's not like your father was here to scold you.

Carefully yet hurriedly sliding your glass and plate on the small coffee table your father recently bought to 'bring more life to the house'. You would then scramble up to the home radio and flick with it for a bit until you finally reached your father's signal.

Turning up the volume to hear it loud and clear you proceeded to go back to your break fast and set yourself nicely.

A small opening of music played, his show's theme was a tune you knew by heart and you never missed a day where you wouldn't hum it to yourself.

"Good morning New Orleans!"

Cheered a familiar voice, your own responding back to him despite you fully knowing that he cannot hear you at all.. yet a part of you knows that to a certain extent he knows you're very much present.

"Morning papa!" you smiled as your father's voice continued on to start his daily morning schedule. You proceeded to pick up your eating utensil to start eating.

"This is Alastor! Your favorite radio host here to join you on today's morning broadcast to start off your day with the latest news and weather! Today it's described to be of a nice warm sunny day with little to no clouds, yet it is said to get very chilly once the sun starts to set. So prepare those coats and scarves ladies and gentlemen!-"

You took note of the weather for today, remembering that you needed to have a fire on in the fireplace by the time father came back as well.. he’d probably arrive cold.

He continued on talking about small updates on politics but more or so on the music and entertainment industry, maybe even a little bit of 'gossip' talk about famous figures in pop culture at the time.. talking about latest trends and such.. you sorta admired that about him.. you ate your breakfast whole as you listening to him while sometimes he faded into background noise here and there.

During both your times alive, Alastor always kept up with the latest rages and knew as much as he could about the most recent fads while he was kicking it, even as he raised you he somehow always kept up with all these details.. it was almost fascinating.

Speaking of fads..

You couldn't help but frown slightly.. you were home alone, you could just sneak a peek and father wouldn't know.. but guilt ate at you.

'..I'll do it after chores.. ' you thought.

You finally finished your food and drink and placed your glass and silverware on your empty plate, prepared to pick it up and take it to the sink until you couldn't help but listen to him a little longer until his broadcast ended, which should come to a break segment.

You sat on the sofa and rested your arms and head against the arm of the furniture, feeling slightly full and a bit sleepy from what you ate but in the end it was all worth it.

You let out a huff of air from your lungs out your mouth, the sigh full and heavy.

Your father's voice deafened slightly as your eyes closed for a few seconds, your mind wandering off to your current life and how you were mostly content with everything.

Mostly everything.

You were mostly satisified with your life, you were happy. How couldn't you? You have a warm home, a bed, food, a caring father, caring friends-

Well..

Everything minus the friends.

Sure, you have befriended a few people but your father never let you ever hang with anyone your age. Ever since you no longer needed babysitters, you would lack communication with young people such as yourself.

It was nice that a few people around your age recongnized you as being your father's daughter, you enjoyed people seemingly knowing you off the bat simply because of who raised you but.. father would constantly deter you away from befriending others.

According to him, because of your connection to him there could be people in the world who want to do you wrong.. of course you believed him, you never really knew any better.

Sometimes the loneliness kicks in, you yearn to befriend those similar to you and to have the life of the average ordinary teenager.

But father wouldn’t let that, not for a second.

That is- of course if he never finds your hidden teen fashion magazi--

“And to my lovely daughter, ______, who must be leisurely resting at home.”

Your eyes opened up as your head perked up at the mention of your name. Your heart skipped a beat—

“Ughhh.. daaadd!..” embarrassment creepep up your neck into your cheeks, highlighting the red in your face while you groaned and shoved yo ur face back into the arm rest.

“Don’t forget that we’ll be heading out soon! Get your shoes and coat ready! Don’t forget, father loves you dearly!

And with that, our morning broadcast concludes as the afternoon is now setting. Don’t miss out on our evening broadcast where we’ll be singing a few gentle tunes to soften your night!”

Right.. it’s been a few short hours. You always wondered how your father could never stop talking or run out of words while on air, another talent of his you supposed.

You sighed as you dragged your arms and legs to pick up your dirty dishes, head back to the kitchen and clean them up before father came home.

Oh! And you almost forgot— you also went to set up that small fire in your home’s fireplace. It was rather easy for you to install, you’ve done it many times. Alastor wouldn’t let you do this unless he knows to trust you well and that you know exactly how to do it without burning yourself or the house down.. so you did this part without a hitch.

Even let your arms warm up to the soft ever glowing flames as well..

You knew that he was now wrapping things up with his coworkers and heading back home so you sped slightly so you would be able to get ready on time.

Once you were done you checked the time,

‘1:51..’

You read on the nearby clock, father gets here at exactly 2:00 at most times.

You stood there for a minute, pondering if you should scratch that hidden itch to the back of your head or if you should patiently wait.

But you’ve been waiting since yesterday to look at it..

Should you risk it??..

"One second wouldn't hurt.." you mumbled to yourself, and just like that you were gone in a flash into your room.

You sped so fast to the point that you almost stumbled slightly as you tried to carefully slide down to your knees and your head peeking under your large and heavy dresser.

Your hand reached under and moved side to side with your fingers trying to grip onto the familiar texture of flimsy paper-

"Aha!-"

You exclaimed as you felt your fingers curl around the sudden sound of crunchy paper.

Pulling it out you were met with three various magazines that you saw around the shops as the ideal fashion magazines for teen girls such as yourself.

You remember how you wanted one before but father says that it's not appropriate for a 'pure and gentle soul' such as yourself.

Oh boy if only he knew you had them now.. he’d absolutely go bananas! He would never let you out to get groceries again!

You quickly flipped through the first few pages of the first magazine, it's thin pages full of color and various designs of trendy clothes, accessories, make-up, hair, even love and school advice here and there.

Heck- even the celebrity photos caught your full attention, stars like Clara Bow, Louis Brooks, Anita Page, Madge Bellamy, Jean Harlow, Constance Bennett.. the list could go on forever!

It captivated you, making you curious of the outside world.

You stopped at a certain page, one where you purposefully bent the corner of the page as to remember the spot you wanted to go back to.

It was a particular piece of clothing, one that was all the rage. You stared at it for a bit in admiration and yearning.. you wished father would let you wear something like that. It was that unique shape, style, color/pattern, accessories and other smaller details that simply made you want to wear!

You slowly flipped the page over to the back, a part of the magazine you haven't yet explored, and your eyes widened.

'Call ****! And get your free order of this piece's sewing pattern straight to your home as to make it yourself at home with your own unique choice of fabric, colors, and/or patterns! CALL NOW!'

"No.. way.." you mumbled breathlessly, the sudden realization hitting your head like a broken wine glass to a skull.

Free sewing pattern?.. make it at home?? This is just a GAS! Perhaps you could order it and while making it you could most definitely tweak it a bit!.. to make it into something father would approve of or even let slide!

"I.. I've GOT to get this!-"

Before you knew it you were yet again scrambling on your feet to run towards the living room to the telephone with your magazine in hand, excitement rushing into your veins up your face as you now knew what you had to do!

"With the patterns maybe I can make it myself! make it my own!.."

Your hands esthetically rested the magazine with the number attached on the table the telephone rested on and you quickly started to dial the numbers to the device one by one. You awaited eagerly..

"Cmon cmon.. pick up pick up..!"

...

"Hello this is Everygirls Magazine, what can I help you with?"

"H..Hello! I—“

The phone was snatched right from your hand, you still tried to reach for it due to confusion but then realized who it was that took the phone from your hand.

"Hello there! My apologies for the disturbance-" rang Alastor's voice, sweetly apologizing to whomever was on the other side of the line.

"-but we accidentally dialed the wrong number. Thank you!"

Alastor gently placed the phone back on it's stand, in an almost threatening type of way.

There was silence, your father stared at the magazine before slowly picking it up. You couldn't bear to look at his face, not with that smile you were sure was plastered across.

Minutes passed that felt like hours, the silence was deafening with the only thing cutting it was the sound of paper rustling.

"Father.. " you mumbled, your hands curled and resting onto your chest in slight fear "Are you.. alright?.."

With no words he turned towards the hall, his steps sharp and loud as if confirming his presence and his title in the house.

He was going straight to your room.

"Father?... Father!.." you rushed to follow him, lagging a bit behind him. "Father where are y--"

You couldn't help but softly gasp as you saw him walk into your room and bend down to grab the rest of the magazines to take a closer look. He did all this without saying a word-- and that smile never faltered either.. not for a second.

He flipped through the pages a bit erratically but eventually just clenched the thin booklets in his right hand before suddenly walking up to you and grabbing your wrist with his left. He dragged you with a sudden uncharacteristically harsh and aggressive demeanor.

He was getting tired of your growing rebelliousness. He hated it.

Why couldn't you just listen?.. he was trying to keep you safe! In how own way!

"Father!.. hey!-- that hurts!--"

“Listen here young lady.”

Alastor’s voice was stern and commanding, as if intending to intimidate you.

And it did, you stood there in disbelief and fear.. yet you haven’t fully realized that the both of you were now in front of the fireplace. Its flames dancing, waiting.

“There will be absolutely no secrets under my roof, no misuse of your allowance, no misuse of your time outside that you are more than privileged to have." He was angry, fuming even despite the vaguely cool tone he tried to emit--yet..

His smile, was still there.

As if he was mocking you..

"I told you many, many times that these magazines are full of garbage only intended to rot your head with silly and useless ideas.."

You feared him.

"You've been disobeying me more than I hoped. you're rotting from the inside--"

what.

"Father--"

It wasn't until you saw him turn only to throw your magazines into the fireplace, tossing them mercilessly as he knew you'd watch with distraught eyes.

Tears were brimming in your eyes, your hands held together against your chest as to hold back any sobs.

To him they were just magazines, to you was everything you wanted to know and more.

"I'd hate to do this to you little dove, but no daughter of mine will get consumed by filth that'll decay your pure little mind."

His neck snapped quickly towards you, making you jump slightly and how fast and abrupt it did so.

"Do you understand, dear?"

You opened your mouth to speak but to your dismay nothing came out, but you cried.

Just cried, without warning the tears you tried so hard to hold back just spilled out the moment there was silence after his last sentence.

Your hands snaked up to your face to cover your eyes and tears from being more visible than it already is.

"Oh, darling. Shh.. no need to cry.." Alastor said, you heard his footsteps come closer and you couldn't help but have your shoulders stiff up when you felt his arms go around your shoulders, one of his hands gently patting your head as if trying to soothe you.

After destroying your things.

Even while speaking, you could hear him smiling.. you just knew he was.

"I saved you, little dove. You truly have the world's greatest father.."

(THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SPECIAL CHAPTER OF MY ANGEL BABY!!! AAAAAAAA thank you sososos much! for anyone who's still reading this now thank you so much for looking for my pics yet again and thank you to anyone new for checking this out! much thanks! I once again apologize for the lack of proofreading this time and any other potential issues, I'll try my very best to get back in the zone!

I hope to see you in the next chapter of My Angel Baby! Where we will continue with it's current story in hell and the usual format of the flashbacks at the end as a treat, bye bye!!)

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 days

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Bound

The NEWTs can be quite stressfull. Luckily, professor Sharp knows exactly how to make his young sweetheart relax a bit.

Aah, sweet sweet PWP ❤ Huge thanks to my dear friend and partner in crime @tea-withjamandbread who authored several ideas in this smutty story, and to Maarty for her continuous support 🥰

18+ GO AWAY CHILDREN, srsly

Bound (12.5k words)

tw: teacher-student relationship, age gap (reader is an adult), explicit sexual content, lights bdsm, light bondage, blindfolded, body shots, masturbation, oral sex, vaginal sex, comeplay, dirty talking, pwp, corn with feelings

During the NEWT exams, some classrooms were emptier than others. For example Potions and Transfiguration both held only about twenty-five students each, because of the complexity of the subjects. However, the number of Seventh years who partook in the NEWTs exam in Charms was quite high every year. This year in particular seemed to break the record though.

You felt like a thousand Galleons once you left the stuffy room. The Charms classroom was usually very airy and comfortable, however, when filled with nearly sixty nervous young adults, one Hogwarts professor, and two overseers from the ministry, it got quite stifling quite fast. You were rather confident that you did well on the written part of the exam, and you weren’t at all worried about the practical part that was scheduled for tomorrow. Still, you thought, you shouldn’t get too cocky, and instead practise some more in the evening. You were certain that your beloved would understand why you sought the warmth of his embrace a little later than usual.

Yet, you immediately made your way over to the Owlery to let professor Aesop Sharp know that you’ll take some time after supper to practise your charms up in the Room of Requirement. Diana was sitting on one of the perches, watching the other owls around her with mild interest. She hooted in greetings once you came into her field of view, and you wasted no time in letting your finger lightly scratch under her chin. You were the only one allowed to do so for more than a few seconds without the bird biting at the fingers.

“Hello, girl,” you said softly. You wondered as to why you didn’t get an owl before, as buying Diana was one of the best decisions you ever made. Then again, had you bought a different owl those two years ago when you began your studies at Hogwarts, you wouldn’t have the brilliant sooty owl that was perched before you, so in the end, you were quite glad to have waited.

—

Your mother nearly fainted when you returned from your travels sporting a bird cage, the bird inside of it releasing a few frustrated screeches every now and again, discontent to have to limit herself to the enclosed space. “That thing is not staying,” Father had said after he snapped at Mother to take a hold of herself. “That thing is an owl, father. A living being,” you replied defiantly yet patiently. Perhaps you still had some Felix Felicis left on you if things were beginning to go really sour?

The middle aged man was rather red in the face: “I can bloody well see it’s an owl, (F/N), and it has no place here! This is one of the finest houses in Knightsbridge, not the bloody forest!” You were inconspicuously patting down your bag, now actually searching for at least a drop of the golden potion: “Hyde Park’s just a bit from here, there are plenty of owls there, so it’s not like anyone would think it strange to see an owl around. Father, please , it’s only for the following month before I go back to school, and you won’t even see or hear her.”

Your father lifted a finger in the air, but before he could resume talking, your mother’s voice cut in: “Let her keep it. She already paid money for it… and besides, it’s not… that bad. I hear that DeWitt fellow from Kensington had a live falcon present at a formal evening he hosted in his house - it was apparently very impressive for the guests.” You could hear a small tremble in your mother’s voice, and she was still watching the owl warily, but at that moment you felt very grateful for her. Your father fumed for a few moments, before sighing: “Fine. But I hear one hoot in the middle of the night, I’m throwing the thing out.”

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You grimaced somewhat at the memory, but then sent a smile Diana’s way: “Don’t you worry, girl, we’re not going back there. I think the freedom of the Highlands is more of your style than the busy Hyde Park, isn’t it?” The owl hooted softly, as if humming in answer. You then held up your hand, showing Diana the short letter you needed her to deliver. “You know who it’s for,” you said with another grin, and Diana seemed to have rolled her eyes momentarily, before offering her leg to you to attach the letter to. “You be nice to him,” you waved your forefinger in front of the owl in a cheeky warning. And she also responded in kind, by lightly pecking at the finger and then swiftly spreading her wings and leaping off the Owlery window, prompting you to chuckle.

You couldn’t believe that less than three weeks separated you from graduation. In eighteen days, your time at Hogwarts will be over. You’ll empty your dorm room for one last time, have one last breakfast in the Great Hall as a student, and say many heartfelt farewells to the people you’ve met here over the three years. You knew that you’ll stay in contact with many of them though. Natty, Poppy, Sebastian and Ominis, Amit… You’ve been through too much together, too much to just say one last goodbye and begin your lives on your own.

Sebastian and Natty were both hoping to catch a job as curse breakers at Gringotts, Poppy would be joining her Grandmother in her research, and Amit was, along with Adelaide, joining her uncle’s business. And Ominis? Well, he didn’t know what he wanted to do just yet - and which employer would take him in with his condition - but he seemed happy nevertheless; similarly to yourself, he already arranged for a place to stay by himself, not wanting to return to his family.

However, you were certain you were one of the only ones, if not the only one to stay so close to Hogwarts. Even Sebastian planned to leave Feldcroft behind… However, seeing as his home became no more than an empty house, his uncle dead and his sister refusing to speak with him, and nothing but memories of his gravest mistake, you could understand his desire to get away, leave the no doubt horribly painful past behind.

Frankly, you were quite excited at the prospect of living by yourself, setting your own rules, running your little household the way you want to, making the space yours.

On a few weekends, you got a special permission from Professor Weasley that allowed you to Apparate to London to get various items of furniture and such for your rented house. And, interestingly, the Hogwarts potions master was always somehow already present when you suddenly appeared in a little hidden alley a bit away from the Leaky Cauldron. And since he was already there, he could perhaps tag along to offer advice as to which items he found appealing and appropriately priced in regards to their quality. And since the two of you were already in Diagon Alley, well, you may just as well nip round back to the Leaky Cauldron for spot of lunch, and then why not take a little stroll in some park, arms linked and bodies joined at the hip, enjoying the cool air of early summer.

In a way, it was a little taste of what things were going to be like when the two of you no longer needed to hide, when you were free to show your feelings towards one another openly. And not just that. In a way, one that you were a bit too shy to think about just yet, it was like a taste of what things were going to be like one day, when the two of you would join in a shared life permanently… And somehow, this little secret thought was what made you blush during these encounters of yours…

Dinner was rather uneventful - every so often your eyes would travel up to the High table and over to the professor. Sometimes he was already looking back at you, a small smile on his face, but sometimes he was focusing either on his own meal, or on one of his colleagues sitting next to him, chatting. He, however, seemed to have sensed your eyes on him, for after a few seconds his head would turn and his own dark eyes bore into your own. And each time they did, you felt a little shiver run through you.

Somehow you managed to actually climb all the stairs leading onto the Seventh floor instead of immediately sneaking off into Aesop’s rooms following supper, and made your way towards the training room that materialised in the Room of Requirement the previous year. The chamber never ceased to amaze you - as you finished your descent down the stairs, you found the room nearly empty, with only one item in the middle. An item you recognised instantly - it was one of the puzzles you’d solve during the Merlin trials! Excitedly, you took off your blazer and rolled up your sleeves, so as to achieve maximum mobility and comfort.

‘Flipendo ,’ you sent on the upper stone non-verbally, piecing together which way you have to turn it. And once you did, once the symbols matched, the whole thing just disappeared into thin air, leaving another object there in its stead - this time it was a broken statue, and you knew what to do immediately.

You sent spell after spell at the various items that appeared before you. You were handling yourself well most of the time, being able to react quickly and send the correct enchantment. You panicked a little bit at one point, the room suddenly filling up to the brim with water and making casting the bubble head charm that much harder, but otherwise you felt like you were performing quite well. You only just finished a brilliantly performed Descendo cast upon a floating training dummy, when you were suddenly plunged into darkness. Quickly casting Lumos, you realised that you were stuck in some sort of cavern? A stony cavern, that was for certain, and a seemingly inescapable one. Stone, stone, what to do with being stuck in a stony prison?

You first tried to transfigure one of the rocks that seemed to be closing you in. and then to push it away, but nothing happened. Casting Bombarda or Confingo would’ve been entirely too dangerous to try in this situation, as they would both definitely recoil off the stone and hurt you… It took you several seconds until you remembered: the Gouging charm! You pointed your wand at one of the stones again and thought as hard as you could: ‘Defodio.’ ... But once more, nothing happened. You squeezed your jaw tighter and tried again.

‘Defodio!’

And again, nothing. Blast.

You were beginning to feel slightly nervous, the space you were in was tight and not exactly well ventilated, and as you attempted to cast the spell again and again, first drops of sweat appeared at your hairline.

“Defodio!” you cried out loud, focusing with all your might, but all that followed was a light pop, as if a small pebble popped in half somewhere among the rocks.

Would the Room let you out? Would you stay trapped inside forever, slowly suffocating? Surely not! Deek would come looking for you sooner or later certainly. He’d find you, he’d hopefully be able to get the Room to drop the spell it trapped you with.

“ Defodio ,” you barely heard, the voice sounding terribly muffled. You had to actually shield your eyes as the stones around you began opening up and the light of the room hit you. After a few seconds during which your eyes grew used to light once more, you finally saw the source of the successfully done spell. Aesop stood some ten feet away from you, wand raised.

You finally managed to catch your breath which you didn’t even realise grew laboured and fast: “Th-thanks…”

He didn’t say anything for the longest time waiting for you to calm down a bit, and only then he spoke, voice soft and gentle: “Are you alright, my sweet?” You felt colour rush into your cheeks and embarrassment seep to your gut. Your eyes fell to the ground. “This is a very complicated spell - no point beating yourself over not being able to cast it non-verbally,” Aesop said in a soothing manner, coming a little closer, his free hand coming to take hold of your arm gently.

“As you perhaps heard just now, I didn’t manage to cast it verbally either,” you replied, your voice quiet. What if this spell appeared among those you’ll be taking your practical exam from? What if you fail then like you failed just now? Could one spell ruin the entire exam?

“Darling, whatever you’re thinking right now, stop,” Aesop spoke, his hand going lower, leaving your arm and gently finding its spot on your hip: “not having been able to perform the spell non-verbally coupled with being very much stuck inside a pile of rocks, a dark and very limited space is not exactly good on the psyche - I bet by the time you decided to speak the spell out loud, you weren’t nearly as focused on the correct hand movements as before, were you?”

You didn’t say anything. He was right, though - during your attempt to cast the spell verbally, you were sort of just wildly flailing your arm rather than doing the short, jerky wrist movement that the spell required.

“Why don’t you…” Aesop began, and then stored his wand away. He moved to stand behind you, wrapping his left arm around your waist, and taking a hold of your right hand with his own. You let him move your hand until it was pointed forward. You watched as more rocks materialised out of nowhere and formed something of a small mountain right inside the room. “Why don’t you try to send the spell non-verbally again - if it doesn’t work, take ten seconds to breathe deeply and calm down, then try again. And if that doesn’t work either, another ten second pause, and then send it verbally. The important thing is to perform the spell, nonverbal cast just brings a lot of plus points, but if you stress yourself out because you’re unable to cast the spell without saying the incantation, you’ll find it difficult to cast the spell verbally as well.”

He then gently began moving your hand in the pattern of the Gouging charm, just making sure you had the motion memorised, before he moved his head to be able to whisper into your ear: “Try it now - non-verbally at first.” You shivered a little at the feeling of his hot damp breath upon your skin. He was hardly making it easy for you to focus, as you were getting quite high on his steady and strong presence behind you, on the scent of his skin, his cologne tickling your nose, his hand around your wrist, so gentle and yet so powerful.

You concentrated your hardest upon the stone formation, moved your wand in the pattern he made you practise earlier, and thought your loudest ‘Defodio’ . And… nothing.

“Alright - that was a fair enough try. I could feel your magic, but it was not enough - breathe, my sweet,” Aesop whispered again, “Close your eyes, count to ten, and breathe deeply.”

So you did. You closed your eyes and began counting slowly, timing your breaths so that they were slow, deep and steady.

“Alright - now focus. Imagine the stones already broken in half, imagine an entrance forming among them, and only when you can clearly see it in your mind’s eye, that’s when you send the spell.”

You listened to the teacher, letting his close proximity calm you down enough to be able to once more fully focus. You stared unblinking at the small mountain in the middle of the room, trying to imagine it opening up into a cavern. Just like when you were standing before a treasure vault, or perhaps an ancient tomb in the Highlands, an entrance materialising right in front of you, after you’ve sent the correct spell on the stony key cube. “Steady,” Aesop whispered again.

‘Defodio,’ you commanded in your mind, your wrist turning in that jerky pattern, and suddenly…

Crackling and popping could be heard, and a hole began to form in the midst of the rock formation, soon reminding you of an actual entrance to a cave. You couldn’t help but turn your head to grin at Aesop, finding him grinning back at you already. Both his arms now curled around your waist, and he pressed several prickly kisses on the skin of your neck, prompting you to giggle breathlessly.

“My knight in shining armour,” you breathed out, leaning into your beloved further, “first you save me from suffocating in The Cavern of Certain Doom, then you save my performance tomorrow… Although I don’t know how we’re going to arrange you standing behind me while I cast this spell,” you finished with a small chuckle, one that Aesop soon released as well. “You’re in luck,” he simply replied, “this spell won’t be among those you’ll be tested from. I can’t tell you much else, but I had the chance to watch you for a bit before your unfortunate rocky situation, and I wholeheartedly believe you’ve got nothing to fear tomorrow. You’ll be brilliant.”

You smiled, closing your hands over his own and succumbing to the comfort of his embrace. “Not as brilliant as you are,” you whispered unconsciously, letting your head drop to his shoulder in a silent invitation. One look at your parted lips was all it took for Aesop to seize the moment. However, not before saying: “Trust me. You’re better.” And then his mouth moulded over your own in a passionate kiss.

You pocketed your wand quickly to be able to turn around to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. Soon your fingers found their place in his hair, and you promptly began messing it up, dragging your digits through the soft locks. You accepted his tongue in your mouth shortly after, letting the older man taste you to his heart’s content and ravish your mouth as he sees fit. One of his hands came to take hold of the underside of your thigh, and he effortlessly lifted your leg up to place it over his hip, causing you to lose your balance somewhat, but Aesop held on tight, his strong arms rendering you standing upright right where you were, as well as making you very aware of the effect your heated snogging had on him through this very close proximity.

You stifled a groan, but weren’t able to stop yourself from tugging on his hair rather hard, which in turn made him produce an unintelligible noise into your own mouth.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he breathed out, closing his hand tighter on the flesh of your thigh, pressing you even closer, “if we don’t stop now, I think I’m actually going to ravish you right here on the floor. Which I’m certainly not opposed to, however, I’d rather not traumatise our elf friend if he was to discover us. For one. For two, the ground is hardly a very comfortable place to rest afterwards…”

Your breath caught in your throat at his sultry voice. However, you were both torn from your little game of seduction by a series of loud sounds coming from one end of the room. Both of you swiftly turned your heads in that direction, watching in bewilderment as a door appeared out of nothing. It was no ordinary door, though - it was camouflaged to look like the wall around it, and had the door been closed, you could barely see it was there at all. From the entrance of the training room, it was virtually invisible.

“I swear, if that is what I think it is, I’m about to start really doubting this place. Vivariums to breed bloody Graphorns is one thing, but making a whole new room solely so that a professor can make love to his student sweetheart on a surface more comfortable than a stone floor? Now that’s ever so slightly questionable ,” Aesop said, his voice disbelieving.

You couldn’t help the small fit of giggles that overtook you then. Aesop watched in mild amusement as you covered your grinning mouth. “You know,” you began once your laughter died down, “that’s just this chamber’s function; it provides without judgement. You really need to use the loo, it creates the loo, it feels like you need a bath, it makes a bathtub… And now here we are, the two of us very much needing a nice, comfortable and private space, and, of course, the Room is ready to provide.”

The professor then pulled back somewhat to give you a sly smile, both of his hands now kneading at the flesh of your hips: “Well… In that case it’d be quite ungrateful of us not to put whatever the room made for us to a good use.” Without warning, you suddenly found your feet leaving the ground as the potions master bent in order to toss you over his shoulder, your face only just missing a collision with his strong back thanks to you bracing your hands against it first.

“Aesop!” you squealed out, only prompting him to chuckle darkly and use his free hand to swat gently at your buttocks. “You absolutely incorrigible man…” you sighed out then, unable to deny there was something completely exhilarating about being manhandled like so. Several months ago, Aesop would’ve needed at least two phials of Wiggenweld potion to be able to just toss you over his shoulder and walk with you like this without doubling over in pain. However, following the extensive exercising he did while his leg was on the mend, Aesop felt healthier and stronger than ever, and you felt nearly weightless where he had you perched.

From your position, you were only aware that Aesop was carrying you towards the newly formed room, but you could only see the training room still. Even as Aesop stopped walking, you could only turn around to look so much. Finally, the professor whistled: “Well I never… this looks quite enticing indeed…”

Very slowly, he lowered you down until your feet once again made contact with the ground. You immediately turned around to see the new room for yourself, and nearly immediately grinned wide. Oh yes, you thought, this was indeed quite lovely.

The new room was bathed in a soft moonlight, similar to the one you often used for ambience in the other parts of the Room of Requirement, but there were also at least a dozen candles placed around on the various surfaces. The flames of the candles danced and swayed slowly, creating a very tantalising atmosphere. There were a few pieces of furniture, two very large and comfortable looking armchairs sat in front of the large artificial window. To the side of the room was a dresser, upon which stood a china washbasin with a matching water jug, and a few soft cloths. However, everything in the room paled in comparison to the (very) large bed, with intricate details adorning its wooden frame, and deep purple sheets giving off a silky shine. There were many flowers in the room, all of them in various shades of purple and blue, and they complimented the atmosphere of the room brilliantly.

The Room of Requirement outdid itself indeed, it was one of the most beautiful if not the most beautiful bedroom you ever laid your eyes on, and it seemed Aesop agreed with you in this regard: “Now I feel ever so slightly self-conscious about your first time being among the mismatched chaos of my aunt’s cottage to be honest.”

You could not help but grin: “Oh, but I thought it was quite charming! However, it matters little to me whether we are in your aunt’s cottage, in your chambers, or in this fantastic room. I’m just glad to be there with you.” Aesop smiled at your words, the kind of smile that always made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and this time was no exception. You never understood his insistence that you deserved better, someone younger, better looking, who hadn’t made as many mistakes as he. In your eyes, he was perfect in his imperfections, and handsome beyond all reason.

You barely noticed your hand glide over his prickly cheek, your digits tracing the edge of his lips, his eyes ever so slightly fluttering under your touch, his look devoted and filled with adoration. And when you suddenly took hold of his tie just below its knot, and pulled him towards you, you were quite surprised to feel a similar sensation. Aesop too held onto your blue and bronze Ravenclaw tie, and he too used it to pull you closer for a passionate, nearly bruising kiss.

A kiss much too short however, as Aesop parted your lips almost immediately after in order to grin and chuckle, for he noticed your accidental synchronisation as well. The pause before another kiss was not horribly long though, and soon the professor was very much snogging the living daylights out of you, something you definitely didn’t mind.

“You know,” he murmured during one of your brief breaks for air, voice low and a little hoarse, “you gave me something of an idea… Several ideas, actually. I absolutely wouldn’t mind you getting ever so slightly rough with me one of these days… dominant, taking what you want… I’d be very curious to explore the idea, if you’d be willing as well. Not today, though.”

The things his voice only did to you… A swift fantasy formed in your head of Aesop at your mercy completely, of making him groan and moan louder than he normally did, his body convulsing from the pleasure you brought him, unable to get away from your touch… It definitely wasn’t a half bad mental picture… You sighed against his mouth a little shakily, already feeling the heat of his body seeping into your clothes, into your own skin underneath them.

“Oh? What have you got planned for today?” you said back, your fingers covertly stroking at the lapels of his overcoat before slipping down to unfasten the buttons of his waistcoat. The potions master was smiling as he watched your own desire growing, and his grin widened even further upon your whispered question. His dominant hand once more closed around your tie, now over the knot itself, before pulling down. The tie grew looser around your neck until it slipped from its knot entirely, hanging in Aesop’s hold.

“You see, I wondered whether I could perhaps make use of this. And my own as well… Tie your wrists to the bedposts, spread you nice and wide for me, then have fun making you come apart for me again and again…” he purred against your ear, marking the end of his sentence with a quick nip at your earlobe, prompting you to shiver noticeably. “So?” he whispered again, “what do you say?”

The smug bastard knew very, very well just by looking at you, that refusal of his proposal was the very last thing on your mind, the first electricity like impulses of impending lust fluttering through your core. Aesop smiled and once more kissed a trail over your throat, but otherwise made no further advances other than running his fingers over your ribs and closing them around the flesh of your hips.

“I need an answer, my love…I need you to say it,” he reminded then, and you belatedly understood his restraint. “Y-yes,” you finally replied, voice a little shakier than before.

“Good,” came out of his mouth as little more than a sigh, and his hands slid up to begin unbuttoning your crisp white shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked under the waistband of your skirt in the process. You watched almost mesmerised as the large long digits made easy work of the small, delicate buttons, all the while his mouth latched onto your neck again. He began kissing lower and lower when your shirt was fully undone and he slipped the soft material down your shoulders. His hot tongue glided over your collarbones before heading south even more, as much as the chemise you were wearing under your shirt allowed him.

Your hands wound up in his hair once more as he kissed and nosed at the path between your breasts, his thumbs very gently running down their sides. He raised his eyes and waited until your gazes connected. While his cheeks were slightly flushed and his dark eyes made even darker by his arousal, there was also that cheeky glint you were so fond of seeing normally - now it made another shiver run through your frame. The reason was simple: every other time Aesop had this look in his eyes, you knew he was going to say or do something that would plaster a nearly permanent grin on your face. Utter some deeply ironic quip, or offer some rather cheesy pick up line. However, when he got this look in his eyes as the two of you were about to retire to the sheets, it meant a single thing: You were not leaving this bed tonight.

Aesop then slid down your body even further, his open lips making contact with one of your nipples, which was visibly perked under the thin chemise following his previous actions. The sharp sting of his crooked teeth on the sensitive tissue made a barely audible mewl escape your open mouth, and when your lover’s tongue circled the teat through the undergarment, your knees buckled somewhat.

His chuckle against the now damp material of your chemise didn’t help much either. “I can see we best get you to a seating position…” he said, sounding very happy with himself.

Very carefully he guided you to the edge of the bed and sat you down. You didn’t have too much time to ponder how lovely and comfortable the mattress was before the potions master of Hogwarts kneeled before you, taking hold of one of your feet and raising it up a little. He placed it heel down on his thigh and worked on untying your boot, switching to the other foot when he was done. He then ran both hands up the footwear-relieved leg, his fingers teasing at the dark stocking covering it. Your skirt was pushed up slowly, and his fingers released the simple elastic garter that held the hose up, before peeling both off of you. Then he once more repeated the process with the other leg.

You stayed put when he let go of your legs then and raised a single digit, asking you to give him a moment. He proceeded to undo his own heavy boots, letting them drop to the floor once they became loose enough. He rose to his feet fully then, making the height difference between the two of you greater than ever. There was a small predatory glint in his eyes as he stared down at you, but he didn’t hesitate in raising his hand and using it to gently caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, turning your head a bit to be able to press a kiss against the heel of his palm.

“I’m going to need you to scoot further back on the bed,” he said in a quiet unreadable voice, but you didn’t hesitate to comply. You only just managed to sit back enough so that your feet were also on the bed before your back made sudden contact with the mattress. As soon as there was enough space on the bed, the potions master nearly leapt up and on top of you with the ferocity of a wild thing, using his hands to pin your own down on the mattress above your head, as his lips chased yours in another passionate kiss.

You couldn’t help but grin when he finished it with a small peck upon your mouth and scooted back in order to rid you of the rest of your garments. He undid the button of your skirt, and unabashedly tugged it down along with your drawers. “Aesop Sharp, you truly are an insatiable man…” you muttered amusedly, prompting the teacher to snort. Soon, his hands were once more sliding up your body and pushing the chemise up. He always did this part slowly, almost reverently, lapping up your features with his eyes like he did that very first night… And like that first night, you were rather bothered by the obviously unfair difference between your states of undress. You were quite ready to comment on it too, after the last piece of your clothing hit the floor , joining the rest, but found yourself unable to speak after your lover moved up and straddled your waist, holding up your previously discarded tie and now also his own, which you didn’t even notice him take off.

“May I, dear?” he asked again, taking your hand and moving it above you. You felt your face burn as you nodded: “Yes, Aesop…”

Some shuffling later, Aesop was securing your left wrist to one of the bedposts using your own tie. You noted how careful he was tying you to the bed, constantly making sure the tie wasn’t too tight around your wrist, but at the same time also that it didn’t come loose in case of any sudden, harsh movements. Soon your other arm was rendered immobile by the professor as well, and he sat back where he was straddling you before, his hips across yours.

The hunger in his eyes made your hands ball into something of a loose fist.

You were completely naked before him, physically and mentally, vulnerable and defenceless… And yet the last thing on your heart was discomfort. You felt exhilarated, excited, you felt love and lust flow through you freely.

“Might have to re-tie you later,” he noted, voice low and dangerous, “in case I want to flip you on your hands and knees…” A pleasurable tremble ran through you, and gooseflesh appeared on your skin. “For now, though, I think it’s only fair you’re not the only one disrobed.”

Agonisingly slowly, Aesop began to take off his clothes. First to go were his overcoat, jacket, and the already unbuttoned waistcoat, all of which the potions master shook down and away in one go, but then he obviously decided to change the pace a little, and, with a smug little smile, he took his sweet time shrugging off the suspenders and opening up his shirt. Your fingers flexed once, then again when his hirsute chest was revealed to you, and the knowledge of your current position was wiped from your brain momentarily.

Aesop only grinned more; he knew you liked touching him, that you liked running your thin fingers through the hair on his breasts. He of course greatly enjoyed it as well, but right now he was enjoying witnessing you like this even more. Licking your lips unconsciously, you remained silent when he started to unfasten his trousers and underwear, a very prominent bulge at their front. Aesop’s erection sprung out from its cottony confines, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. Your thighs squeezed together as much as they were able to, considering the tall man was still straddling you, and you found yourself perhaps slightly desperate to continue.

Just seeing Aesop like this, half naked and clearly aroused as much as yourself, barren of his inhibition and restraint, and unabashed in his desires, was enough to make your already swift heartbeat quicken up further, your breathing to become ever so slightly more difficult, and your core drench in preparation for your shared pleasure.

You watched in fascination, as his own fingers wrapped around the large, occasionally throbbing penis and he started stroking himself slowly. Merlin, you wanted your hand to replace his own, his glistening tip disappearing and reappearing as his foreskin glided over it with his movements, a tiny clear droplet gathering at the tip already.

He then drew back a bit, and cheekily thrusted against your own hips, his glans poking against the slope of your mound and even sliding into the small space between your thighs a bit, which seemed to have given him another idea. He used his feet to spread your legs wider, making the gap there spacious enough for him to slide his cock through it without a problem, dragging the throbbing shaft against your opening and lovebud deliciously . A noise so quiet you almost struggled to hear it yourself snuck out from your throat and you swallowed heavily, squirming at the teasing. Aesop only chuckled, though it was audible in his voice that he wasn’t nearly as calm as he perhaps pretended to be. After a few more slow pumps between your thighs, he slightly awkwardly stood back up again in order to also rid himself of the rest of his clothing.

“My apologies, dear, I seem to be getting terribly ahead of myself,” he said slowly as he removed his socks, then trousers, then his own drawers, taking his time carefully folding each article of clothing, which contrasted with all the other clothes that were haphazardly thrown on the floor. You watched his every move: someone as tall as Aesop shouldn’t be able to be this elegant in their movements, and yet he managed perfectly. It was nearly mesmerising to watch him.

You heard a dark chuckle as he turned to the dresser to place his clothes onto it: “ Room of Requirement indeed, this is exactly what I was thinking about just now,” he said, more to himself than to you before turning around, showing you what he seemingly just found waiting for him on the dresser. It was a long stripe of soft-looking deep green fabric, a little wider than a ribbon. It took you several seconds to understand what he intended to do, by which point he was already sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “Do you trust me, my love?” he asked gently, his hand caressing your cheek before moving to stroke your waist.

You did. You trusted him absolutely.

You didn’t know what to expect from the experience of being bound and blindfolded, whether not being able to see him, kiss him, and touch him wouldn’t make it uncomfortable for you, or if the lack of sight would make the sensations too intense. However, you weren’t at all worried. After all -

“If anything starts being too much, if anything at all makes you uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll immediately stop and release you,” Aesop said sincerely, still stroking at your side. You couldn’t help but smile at him: “I trust you, Ace.”

He grinned in reply, and proceeded to place the fabric over your eyes and tie it at the back. It indeed was very soft and smooth, but blocked out way more light than you would’ve thought a thin stripe of cloth like this one could. That is, you were plunged into absolute darkness, and it was the fact that you could hear the candles crackling softly as they burned that convinced you the room didn’t suddenly go completely dark.

First thing you felt was a warm body against your own, a pair of arms wrapping around it. Then, hot lips claiming yours in a slow kiss. Then one hand straying from where it sat on the small of your back, sliding around and up, just ghosting over the curve of your breast. “Could you do me a favour, dear?” Aesop asked, sounding more playful than ever after he separated your lips for a breath. Your mind felt quite clouded over, but you managed a very eloquent ‘huh?’. You didn’t need to see him to know there was that little smug smile on his face: “Would you test your restraints for me? I want to be sure that they’re neither too tight nor too loose.”

And so you made an attempt to pull at the restraints on your wrists. Unsurprisingly, you weren’t able to achieve anything. And you did try hard. A short chuckle reached your ears following your struggle. “So, my dear… Are you able to get free?” Aesop whispered against your lips, his large nose dragging lazily against your own.

“No, I’m not.”

”Good.”

And not a second later were you gasping in surprise swiftly turning into pleasure as the professor’s mouth latched itself onto your breast, his teeth worrying your sensitive nipple roughly. Aesop bit and he sucked, and he always did so until it became nearly painful, at which point he stopped and focused his attention on your other nipple, giving it a similar treatment. Normally, you’d be dragging our fingers through his hair, tugging on it, but now all you were able to do was to squirm and accept his merciless ministrations. Every now and then he pulled away slightly in order to blow cool air onto the teat, prompting it to harden even further than it already was.

You could only imagine your nipples being raw red when he finally lifted himself up again, they felt deliciously tender, and your core was throbbing longingly following Aesop’s teasing. “Now what do we have here?” he asked lightly, clearly enjoying himself, “another lovely thing I can use…” Did the Room create another object? What could it be? Knowing there was something Aesop was going to use on you, but not knowing what it was made you only slightly nervous, though, as you knew that whatever it was, the last thing Aesop was going to do with it was harm you in any way.

You gasped when something cold and liquidy hit your collarbone and poured down between your breasts to further spill down your sides and to your belly button. A strong smell hit you then - is that Firewhisky?! While you didn’t enjoy the taste of the liquor, you couldn’t deny its smell and the alcoholic vapour combined with your current state of arousal made for one sensual mix. And the mix was made even more sensual when Aesop’s mouth proceeded to lick the alcohol from your skin, being very meticulous in its effort not to let a single drop go to waste. After he finished by drinking the last few drops from your belly button, he gave a satisfied grunt: “Hm, my sweet - I don’t think I ever want to drink Firewhisky a different way…”

You were now able to hear soft sounds of skin on skin, and another small sigh left your mouth. You truly wished you could see him, as you didn’t doubt he looked completely delectable, half hovering over you, half kneeling upon the bed, slowly stroking himself while he played you like a violin, plucking at all the right strings. He repeated the process a few more times, pouring and licking the liquor off your body, all the while audibly pumping himself and groaning at the combined sensations.

“A-Aesop…” you whimpered. You could smell his musk and the Firewhisky, and it was driving you positively ravenous, and not being able to touch him or even see him was only adding to the desperation. “What is it, my sweet?” came from above your navel, the words very nearly purred. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You didn’t actually know what exactly you wanted to ask for - the only thought on your mind was him, you wanted more of him.

There was some shuffling, and you soon felt him straddling you carefully again, this time higher up your chest. His scent got stronger, and so did the soft sounds of his hand languidly sliding over his shaft. “What would you like, hm?”

You could feel your cheeks redden impossibly, and were all of a sudden a bit glad for the fact that you couldn’t see him. Noiselessly you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out obscenely. A chuckle was your answer before long fingers slid into your hair to stroke it: “I rather feel it’s my turn to make you feel good, darling, not vice versa,” he said quietly, but you couldn’t mistake the little tremble in his voice.

“Please…” you whispered back, before opening your mouth again. Aesop’s hand slid back from your hair and he caressed your cheek instead before pushing his thumb into your mouth for a second or two, before removing it again. Your lips then closed around his glans when he placed it upon your tongue, and you immediately hollowed out your cheeks to add suction to the movements of your tongue on him. His breath shuddered, and the hand on your cheeks tensed somewhat when you began bobbing your head as much as you could, releasing soft hums every time you managed to take him in further. Soon his own hips joined in a slow rhythm, and he used his hand to guide your head along further.

“Mhm, f-fuck,” he grit out before a hard thrust forward, one that guided him all the way in. You breathed deeply, fighting your gag reflex, while you felt the fabric covering your eyes dampening slightly with the tears that burst out following your efforts to keep him in your throat. You swallowed around the heavy prick, prompting another choked sound from your lover. “I could just come right now-” he said, his voice low and dripping with pleasure, “paint the inside of your throat…” Your eyes fluttered under the blindfold. “But that’s no fun, considering I’m planning to ruin you before I even fill that sweet little cunny of yours…”

And then, with what seemed like a lot of effort, Aesop loosened his hand on your head and pulled back and out of your mouth, the wet tip slapping against your lower lip in the process.

“I rather think it’s time to make you cry out for me, my dear.”

Before you were able to gather your bearings, he claimed your lips in a filthy hot kiss, his tongue probing and penetrating, immediately battling your own into submission. You could taste the Firewhiskey he lapped up off your skin, as well as the intoxicating taste that was his own. You only sighed into the incredible kiss, letting him take everything he could possibly want. “You are driving me crazy, (F/N)...” he muttered against your mouth, a sense of urgency in his words, and ran his hands over your arms. They were beginning to feel a little more numb than they were before, but Aesop’s touch still made your skin break out in gooseflesh.

Your lover then proceeded to slowly slide down your body once more, a trail of kisses and little bites starting at your neck and moving lower, announcing the descent. His tongue flicked over your oversensitive teats again, forcing you to whine quietly. Your thighs were rubbing against one another unconsciously, as you were trying to bring at least a little bit of friction to your soaking core. “Oh, I don’t think so, love,” Aesop said, some of his smugness seeping back now that he wasn’t root-deep in your throat, and forced his own leg between yours, “as I said - my turn.”

You felt terribly cold when he pulled away somewhat, immediately missing the warmth of his strong body. Your legs were then spread, exposing your nearly aching womanhood to the cool air of the chamber and making you gasp. You heard what sounded like a growl leave the man who was currently digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your thighs where he held them spread wide.

“Bloody hell, sweetheart,” he mumbled, further opening your legs, “I wish you could see yourself right now, see yourself the way I see you… So beautiful. So sweet and lovely, all spread out like this, like a feast ready to be devoured…” A single finger slipped across your seam, dipping within your folds teasingly before dragging over your swollen clitoris. “You are absolutely drenched,” Aesop remarked, the urgency in his voice coming back. Though he said his words lightly, airily almost, you could feel what felt like a snare drum in your veins. You were like prey face to face with a predator, and you knew that he would strike any second now. Your thighs trembled in anticipation.

And while you half expected it, it still caught you unawares when he lunged down, burying his face between your thighs. His lips, tongue and teeth all at once began an intense assault on your most primal senses, the relief of having your need finally attended to combined with the need itself forced a choked cry out of your throat, and for a second you didn’t know how was it possible you couldn’t feel his hair between your fingers when your hand tried reaching for it.

Your hands were instead balled into fists and you squirmed as best as you could with the potions master’s arms and your restraints keeping you otherwise firmly in place. Your lover was groaning as he licked and sucked at your damp skin before letting his tongue delve into your fluttering opening, one of his hands letting go of your leg and coming in to help. His calloused thumb quickly found your lovebud, and began to rub it in a circular motion, in the same rhythm as the one in which his tongue thrusted inside you.

Because of the absence of sight, it was like you could feel every single sensation twice as intense. Aesop’s little groans as he devoured you, his thumb relentlessly teasing at your clitoris, that sweet, sweet sting of his beard on the sensitive skin, and the complete inability to do anything about either of these things, bound as you were, made the little electric sparks that announced a climax getting closer approach much quicker than usual. Mind, Aesop was perfectly capable of making you come within mere minutes, but the teacher was fond of taking his sweet time riling you up, and in turn making sure you were ready for him to fully take you.

Two fingers pushed in alongside his tongue in search of that hidden bundle of nerves that never failed to make you moan for him. And find it they did, swiftly and precisely. You didn’t expect the orgasm to rip through you the moment the tips of his digits bumped into it, but here you were, crying out and arching your neck and back as much as you were able to, while your toes curled and the sudden pleasure made your body feel like it was on fire. It was obvious your lover didn’t expect it either, if his small gasp was anything to go by. His mouth left you, but his hands remained where they were, the fingers inside you actually pushing against your walls with every contraction of them. “My, my…” he said a little smugly as you still writhed under the sensation, your breathing laboured and your heartbeat almost too loud for you to hear him, “that was quite unexpected. However, very, very much welcomed. In fact, I rather think I’d like to do that again.” And without further warning and without you having any time to come down from your high, the teacher dove right back, his mouth returning to your entrance, and his devilishly clever hands continuing their intense assault. And just like that, you were thrown right back into the intense sensation, your body so bloody sensitive, so completely accepting of the man, yielding to him like he was its true master. Despite having just climaxed less than two minutes ago, you felt bloody close to the edge once more, and Aesop seemed hellbent on mercilessly shoving you over that edge again, lapping up at your fluttering opening like a man starved.

Then however, as his fingers started to pump inside you, making sure to hit that spot again and again, his mouth was forced to retreat, and he instead used it to suck at your lovebud instead.

Another sudden and earth-shattering orgasm flooded over you in a truly ridiculously short amount of time, and now you were trembling all over, your thighs shaking nearly violently. You weren’t even aware of the sounds you were making, but your sweetheart obviously appreciated them, for you heard him growl: “That’s it, my sweet - sing for me…” This time he didn’t stop his ministrations even for a second, and you remained what was most likely a moaning mess. You could feel a film of sweat covering your now so, so sensitive body, your own heart hammering in your ears.

It was… It was actually becoming too much in the span of such a short time, and you were beginning to feel a bit dizzy from the unstopping pleasure, overstimulation setting in, your throat burning from the sounds you made. And as yet another orgasm approached you, fast, intense, and almost feeling destructive, you knew that your limit would have been reached after that.

So you gathered up all of your strength, all of the sense you were able to muster at the moment (which wasn’t a lot but it was hopefully enough for you to be able to say a single word), and you took several shallow breaths, fighting more moans that were forming in your throat.

“J- ah! J-Jobberknoll!” you managed to squeak out before another powerful burst of pleasure burst through you and you cried out once more, the cloth over your eyes once again getting damp with your tears, the sensations too much.

However, less than two seconds later, it all stopped entirely, the fingers retreating from your pulsing heat, the mouth ravishing your clit disappearing, and a pair of strong arms taking gentle hold of your hips instead. You could feel the professor shifting, and then one of those strong hands suddenly softly touched your face and caressed your cheek. “Are you alright, (F/N)?” Aesop asked, the concern in his voice winning over the obvious arousal, “have I hurt you?”

It took you at least a minute but possibly even more to gather your wits around you, to catch a breath, to stop feeling like you were either going to faint right there or release anyway despite no longer being stimulated. All the while, Aesop’s hand was stroking your cheek, the other holding your hip still, and the teacher daren’t move.

“I-” you finally managed to grit out, your voice sounding foreign to your ears, and rather shaky too, “N-no, you didn’t hurt me, b-but… it was becoming too much. I’m sorry…”

You heard him click his tongue reproachfully: “What did I tell you about apologising for stopping me when you feel uncomfortable or not alright with something?” You took another several seconds to reply: “... Not to.”

“Exactly. If anything, I’m proud of you for having spoken up. Do you want to fully stop? It’s absolutely alright if you do,” Aesop said then, his fingers now tracing the features of your face with utmost gentleness. “N-no!” you replied, perhaps way too quickly, but completely honestly, “No, no, I don’t want to stop, I just-... I just need a few minutes.”

“You can have as much as you want, dearest… is it alright if I kiss you in the meantime?” the professor asked, and you could feel yourself melting a bit on the inside. Yes, the older man very much was capable of turning into nothing less than a ravenous beast during your tender fun, but was completely ready to stop the very moment you showed any discomfort, and even ask permission for a kiss after he just made you come twice, face buried in your quim.

“P-please,” you whispered only, raising your head a bit in a blind search of his lips. You didn’t have to search for very long at all, as the hot mouth covered your own in a kiss so gentle, it contrasted your previous passion beautifully. However, that doesn’t mean this kiss wasn’t passionate. After all, you could taste the proof of your own arousal and pleasure on his mouth, on his tongue, and it was such a strangely heady sensation, you felt your core flutter again.

“Mhm…” your lover groaned between kisses, “can you taste how delicious you are? How amazing you smell? You are like bloody ambrosia to me, and I’ll never stop craving more. I could come just like that, just devouring you like so, forcing those sweet sounds out of you. Almost have, just now…” You proceeded to whimper into the next kiss, his words making the primal thing in you purr happily.

“A-Aesop… Ace, please…” you whispered against his lips. You could feel him grin, his hands once more going to your hips. He pulled back again then, and you could feel his hard glans against your opening. You were already taking a deep breath, preparing for the penetration, when instead the teacher’s cock slid right along your seam and over your sweet spot, making you shudder in both pleasure and mild frustration. He repeated the motion several times, each one making you feel you’re about to go mad.

“You have to tell me what you want, my love,” your sweetheart whispered, his voice betraying the fact that he was barely restraining himself now too. You were already red as a salamander, but you still felt even more blood rush to your cheeks.

“F-... Fuck me, Aesop!” You breathed out.

There was a few seconds of pregnant silence, but then the potions master chuckled gleefully: “Merlin’s beard, love… Words one could consider crude, but from your lips… Like a siren’s call… And your call is always my command.” And then, just as you could feel him position himself at your entrance to finally take you, you realised there was one more thing you needed before you could fully succumb to the pleasures of the flesh.

“W-wait!” you stammered out, and Aesop, bless the man, once again stopped.

“Please, I… I want to see you…” you murmured, a hint of embarrassment colouring your voice. Instead of laughing or refusing, Aesop gently caressed your cheek and moved his hands to remove the blindfold. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s get this pesky thing off, shall we? Besides, I also love looking into your eyes as you come undone for me.”

Even though the room was quite dim, having spent long minutes in complete darkness, it took you some time to adjust to the light. You blinked repeatedly, your vision a little blurry, but soon your eyes focused on your lover. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face. Aesop too was smiling down at you, his eyes filled with both love and lust, pupils so dilated they made the teacher’s orbs look entirely black. His cheeks were reddened, and you could see the area around his lips glistening damply with the proof of your desire.

Once more his hands took hold of your cheeks, and he dipped his head to give you another deep kiss. “Ready?” he asked, pushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes and across your sweat-slicked forehead. You beamed up at him: “You take such good care of me, Aesop… Yes, I’m ready.”

The older man gave you another shiny grin and sat back on his heels. He grabbed his throbbing erection in his right hand, and gave himself several long strokes, using his index and thumb to play with his foreskin, pulling it over his glistening glans halfway before pulling it back again, your eyes watching his every move and your womanhood fluttering in anticipation. “Of course, my love. After all; you’re mine. I’ll always take the very best care of you. You can count on that… For now, however, I’m going to render you unable to count even to five.”

As much as you could, given your restricted position, you leaned over to watch him guide his prick to your dripping entrance. A sigh left your lips when he shifted forward and the dark pink tip sipped inside, the familiar stretch making you bite down on your lower lip. In a fluid motion, he thrust himself all the way inside, forcing another soft groan from your mouth. It was scary how addictive this feeling was, the feeling of complete fullness, of your bodies being this absolutely connected. You could feel the beat of his heart through his shaft within you, frantic like yours was. “Hmm…” Aesop hummed, his eyebrows rising in the pleasure of being completely enfolded within your plush heat.

Effortlessly, he lifted your lower body off the bed and placed his legs below your hips and bottom, making you sort of awkwardly sit in his lap while your upper body remained pretty much hanging by the hands secured to the bedposts. You were entirely in his control, unable to move at all. Not that you minded. His forehead made contact with your collarbone, and his arms curled around the small of your back, and he shallowly pumped his hips a few times, making the two of you produce soft sounds of pleasure. The rhythm he set was slow at first, the teacher’s mouth again closing around one of your nipples, your breast muffling his soft little grunts as he sheathed his cock within your core repeatedly. “Have I told you your breasts are the eighth world wonder, my sweetest?” he purred with a smile when he released the pebbled teat, once more red and sensitive from him rolling it between his teeth on the very verge of pleasure and pain. And while you were in the middle of another pleased sigh, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

“Oh, Ace… I never knew how difficult it would be to not be able to hold you…” you admitted, eyes partially closed as you enjoyed the sensations of him languidly fucking your tight little quim while worshipping your body. He smiled softly: “Would you like me to untie you?” You thought about it for a while, but ultimately decided to remain bound - after all, it was not every day you indulged in this kind of play, it’d be a shame to end it prematurely.

“Mhm… no. No, it’s alright. I can tie you to the bed n-next time…” you whispered, moving your own hips as well as you could given the position, both of you searching for that one magical angle that made you cry out for him. “Now, that, ah…” Aesop groaned upon another thrust, “that’s an idea. Keen to leave me a moaning, trembling mess, are you?” Your eyes fluttered and your lips spread into a smile. “Y-you know how beautiful you are in that state?” you whispered, the image appearing in your mind’s eye.

Aesop, completely dishevelled, blushing, sweating, whining in the pleasure you were bringing him. All the while being entirely at your mercy.

“Likewise, (F/N),” he growled lowly before suddenly snapping his hips roughly against your own, making you choke out a gasp, “which is why I intend to get you into that state right now.”

And then his pace quickened rapidly, and he finally found that spot that rendered you positively speechless. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your hips enough to leave small bruises there, and he began to ram into you in earnest. And, just like he promised, you were indeed soon reduced into a state of overwhelming pleasure, but this time you let it claim you fully and entirely, your hips quickly unable to keep up with his, and you could do little more than just lie/hang there and take it.

The room was filled with the beautifully vulgar sounds of your shared bliss, of your primal union, as well as the headboard of the bed bumping against the wall behind it following Aesop’s wild movements. You whined and writhed, your own nails digging into your palms where they would normally be making small crescent moon shaped cuts in the skin of the teacher’s muscled back.

He leaned over suddenly, one of his hands curling around the headboard close to your right hand, while the other found your breast once more, kneading and squeezing, his thumb stroking the oversensitive nipple while his mouth latched onto your neck. The hand on your breast then slid down, over your ribs, your fluttering belly, down to tease at your swollen lovebud in time with his quick movements.

The added sensation to the sensitive little pearl was like a summoning call to your previously snuffed out approaching climax, and it began to return tenfold, your walls fluttering around the large cock. Aesop’s hand found your own where it was suspended at the bedpost.

“I-I’m… I’m close too,” he groaned and increased his pace even more, making your eyes roll back into your head at the dizzying feeling. And as you found yourself dancing upon that edge, your thighs once more trembling, your toes curling in on themselves, and the coil in your stomach tightening, Aesop suddenly pulled his hand away from where you were so intimately joined in order to wrap it around your throat. He wasn’t squeezing you very hard at all, just sort of pushing, lessening your oxygen supply. You trusted him, though, you trusted him to never hurt you, and right now he was making you feel so, so bloody good.

The shortness of breath somehow made the chaotic flurry of sensations even stronger, and you gave a half-choked hoarse cry when you felt that knot inside finally explode into blinding white pleasure, one that made all of your muscles spasm. Your following sound turned into something of a sob, because of the sheer intensity. When you somehow managed to open your eyes, all you saw was Aesop, his face directly above yours, his eyebrows knitted and his eyes screwed shut. His lips were opened, and a string of grunts was leaving it as he too found himself on the very verge.

With a muttered curse, his eyes snapped open, and he looked directly at you. In a quick move, he pulled out, and used the hand he was gripping your neck with to roughly tug at himself one, two, three times, and then a guttural growl that reminded you of a predatory animal reverberated through the room, and a hot rope of pearly white come spread over your stomach, and another one upon your ribs, reaching your breast even. He then proceeded to suddenly thrust himself back into your opening, forcing a desperate whine from your mouth, and you felt more hotness filling you in short bursts. Aesop’s forehead landed on your own, hot puffs of his breath landing on your damp lips, the hand that was holding your own tangling into your hair as he rode out his orgasm.

You were perfectly marked by him, inside and out.

His strength gave out it seemed then, as he collapsed on top of you heavily, his breathing ragged and his heartbeat frantic.You gratefully accepted his weight and his warmth on your body, it was grounding you. Waves of gratification still rocked through you, and a sweet afterglow was settling in. You turned your head to the left, where Aesop’s face was still buried in the crook of your neck, and pressed several soft kisses against his bearded jaw, nuzzling his scarred cheek with your nose. One of his hands was still stroking through your hair, damp with perspiration, while the other returned to your hip, holding the two of you together, bodies still joined.

As you cooled down from your shared ecstasy, your more mature lover finally lifted his head, but only to connect your lips in a satisfied, lazy kiss, the previous lust-crazed passion replaced by tenderness. A few minutes later, he finally raised himself up a little.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? I haven't hurt you, or squeezed you too hard?” the professor asked, his voice low with residue pleasure and slight fatigue. The hand in your hair went to gently stroke at your neck instead, checking for any damage he might’ve caused. You couldn’t do much else than beam back at him: “I’m alright, Aesop… Although I can’t really feel my hands.” Your smile got a little sheepish as you nodded in the direction of your hands, still tied to the bedposts by your and his neckties. “Ah,” Aesop chummed, “of course, dear, let me just-” and then, following a wave of his hand, the ties began unknotting themselves before simply sliding off your arms. You felt pins and needles in the limbs as you finally lowered them to rest on Aesop’s strong back, but couldn’t find it in yourself to care, just happy to be finally able to hold him.

You stayed like this for a few more minutes, just enjoying the intimate closeness, before Aesop finally moved to sit up on his heels again, his now soft member leaving your depths. Your lover murmured something under his breath as he looked down on your body and then on his own. And then he smiled: “I made a bit of a mess - I’m sorry dear.” His voice betrayed him though, he sounded everything but apologetic.

He was looking at you with a mix of smugness, possessiveness, a hint of renewed desire, and overwhelming love, as he observed the product of his pleasure clinging to both of your stomachs and dripping out of your core. You were blushing heavily, but didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. With a simple wave of his hand, the jug that stood upon the dresser poured water into the washbasin, which floated towards the bedside table, along with one of the soft looking cloths.

Aesop’s elegant fingers curled around the textile, and brought it into the water. He squeezed out the excess liquid, and set to cleaning you. You were surprised when the cloth first touched your skin, as it was pleasantly warm, perfect for your now cooled down, tired body. Aesop very slowly and very carefully washed your torso, making sure to be extra gentle around the more sensitive areas, like your tender nipples. He rinsed the cloth and continued, going lower. Many times, a quick Scourgify was enough to get both of you by, but it seemed Aesop was currently intent on prolonging the intimate atmosphere that settled between you, taking the sweet time to clean you up himself.

Only after he was done with you did he finally use the washcloth on his own body too, scrubbing the drying seed from the hair on his stomach and giving himself a quick wipedown before carelessly tossing the fabric into the basin and curling up next to you on the bed. He helped turn you on your side to face him, and pulled one of your legs over his hip. Soon thereafter, a very soft duvet slid upwards to cover your bodies and wrap them in its warmth. Your older lover then gently brought your wrists to his face and frowned momentarily: “If time comes when the two of us want to repeat this experience, I’ll get you some softer and finer restraints.” Your wrists were red where they were tied. “And I’ll get you some ointment for your wrists.”

You smiled at the professor. He was always so concerned for you, always making sure you were alright, even after he made you see stars and experience pleasures you wouldn’t have thought possible. “You do take such good care of me, Ace,” you repeated, blinking slowly, “but I think I quite want to keep my wrists as they are… As a little reminder…”

Hunger flashed in his eyes for a second - you knew he adored seeing you embrace the marks he left on your body. You, after all, also loved to see the imprints of your fingernails clearly visible on the skin of his broad back, or the hint of the love bite you left just below his collar. It was clear the two of you had some sort of thing for marking the other as your own, as well as being marked.

Your eyes closed on their own accord when his large, warm palms enveloped your face in their hold, and he sought your lips in a slow kiss before pulling back and helping you mould around his body in a way that was comfortable for both of you. “How long do you reckon we can stay here?” you asked softly, the fatigue that followed your most pleasurable love-making turning into outright sleepiness as you snuggled under the duvet. Your hands lazily stroked each other's bodies, your hair spread around your heads on the shared pillow, the moonlight from the artificial window got dimmer, and the flickering candles became the main light of the room, further deepening the intimate atmosphere.

Aesop hummed quietly: “I’m not expected anywhere. And I rather think your roommates no longer question your absence at night - after all, we planned to be together tonight anyway.” You huddled further into his warmth: “Good. I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t be able to walk back to your chambers right now anyway.” Your responses prompted a small chuckle out of the potions master: “I would’ve gladly carried you all the way back into my chambers - though I suspect the portraits and the ghosts would surely give us some curious looks.” You chuckled as well.

“It’s nearly surreal that in less than three weeks, there will be no more sneaking about… well, as successful as we were actually sneaking about anyway…” you continued, “if I finish my practical exams, that is.” The teacher only smiled at you, squeezing your waist: “You’ll be incredible. I know you will. And, I mean,” he pulled back to look at you, a grin on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes, “we can sneak about recreationally, if you so wish, but I for one am quite looking forward to not having to do that, and instead be able to court you openly. If you’ll have me, that is.”

Another blush entered your face upon his sweet words: “Always, Aesop…”

“Still,” he spoke again after a while, “shame you’re such a responsible adult, going nearly straight to work following graduation - I would’ve hoped to have you all to myself for the summer. Though I of course realise you, uh, didn’t know whether there was even a possibility of a shared summer when you applied for and accepted the job. Still, if Miss Peck would be able to relieve you for, let’s say, a week… Well, we could go somewhere if you’d like. Devon, for example, is quite lovely this time of year.”

As he spoke, the older man was fidgeting with your fingers, a hopeful undertone to his voice. You couldn’t help but smile warmly at him: “I think Ellie can miss me for one week, as long as I owl her about the matter in a timely manner… So, what can you tell me about Devon?”

Aesop’s grin could light up the entire Great Hall, and it certainly made a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies flutter around your stomach, as he turned to lean over you a bit: “Oh, let me tell you…”

Hello, and thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this dirty little story. As always, you can also check this story as well as all of my other stories over at AO3. I adore feedback! ❤

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