Title: Willing Prisoner
Author: Leontina
Characters/Pairings: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Shackles
Other Warnings/Content: Dom/sub, teacher/student relationship, oral sex, Snape Lives AU
Word Count: 1440
Summary/Description: If Harry wants punishing, then who is Severus to deny him?
Author's Notes: As soon as I saw the word ‘shackles’ I knew I wanted to write this pairing




“Fifty points from Gryffindor.” Severus barely holds back a smirk as he hears indignant gasps from half the students.

Potter doesn’t appear deterred, and his lips curl into a pleasant smile as though they’re two old friends discussing the weather.

“Fuck you, Professor,” Potter says calmly.

“Detention!” Severus snarls before he can stop himself, and Potter’s smile grows even wider.

“As you wish, Sir.”

Potter’s eyes flash on the last word, and he quickly drops his gaze to his desk in submission. The gesture makes Severus’ mouth go dry and his trousers tight, and he’s thankful he has robes to hide his reaction. He can’t speak to Potter any longer, or else he risks bending Potter over his desk and fucking him, right in front of everyone, so he turns and goes over to the Slytherin side of the classroom.

It matters not, in the end, because Potter behaves after getting what he wanted.

Potter turns up to detention early, which is a first for him. He isn’t wearing his school robes, and instead wears a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, both of which are incredibly tight and form-fitting.

“That isn’t permitted uniform,” Severus says. “Do you want to lose more House points? I’ll be pleased to indulge your wishes.”

“I’m sure you can come up with more creative punishments than that,” Potter says. “And if you prefer, I can take the clothes off if they’re not permitted.”

Severus feels his cock twitch with interest, but he tries to ignore it.

“Tell me, Potter,” Severus snaps, after Warding his office for privacy. “What exactly are you playing at?”

“You know what I’m playing at,” Potter says. “I want you. I want you to treat me like you did that man in the club.”

Severus shoots Potter a furious glare. “We agreed we would never mention that!”

Running into a student at a BDSM club during the summer was not Severus’ idea of a good time, especially when said student was baby submissive Harry Potter. Since that night, Severus has long to ruin Potter, but he can’t allow himself to cross that boundary.

“You agreed to that,” Potter says mildly. “Don’t you think I’ve just been so naughty this term, Professor? I need some good, hard, discipline.”

Severus won’t allow himself to cross the student-professor boundary, but he damn well wants to.

“You’re young, Potter, too young to know what you’re getting into,” Severus says.

“I’m not too young!” Potter protests, and he’s no longer playing it cool. “I’m eighteen, legally an adult, and not to mention I won a fucking war. So if I say I want you to dominate me and turn me into your submissive little slut, then I fucking mean it.”

A moment passes in silence after Potter’s outburst before Severus finally says. “Tut, tut. Such filthy language, Potter. I think some punishment is in order.”

Severus made a valiant effort to remain professional, but he never claimed to be a good, moralistic man.

Potter’s eyes light up as though Christmas has come early. “You mean-?”

“Make no mistake, Potter, I am strict and expect obedience. If you continue to act like a brat, which I’m sure you will, you will continue to receive punishment. I will enjoy punishing you, and I will be unrelenting unless you use your safe word. Tell me ‘red’ and I will stop at once, and tell me ‘yellow’ if you wish me to pause or slow down. If I discover you’ve chosen not to use a safeword when needed, due to some ridiculous reason like pride, I will cease playing with you for good. Do you understand?”

“Yes...Sir.” Potter adds the last word when Severus gives him a pointed look.

“Good.” Severus’ lips curl. “I shall go through a full list of your hard and soft limits, as well as your likes, later, but for now, are you opposed to bondage or sexual contact?”

Potter shakes his head. “Especially not the last one. I bet you have a really nice cock, don’t you, Sir?”

Potter flutters his eyelashes innocently, and Severus realises in that moment that Potter will be the death of him.

“Clothes off, and follow me,” Severus says, choosing to ignore Potter’s last comment.

Potter is quick to shed his clothes, and Severus takes the opportunity to study his body. Potter has a boyish handsomeness, and he is long and lean, a little too bony, and covered in scars, but Severus likes the imperfections. He is hardly a beauty himself.

He turns to walk to one of his adjoining chambers, and Potter follows without being told again. Perhaps there is hope for him to become less of a brat and more of a true submissive.

He leads Potter through a Warded entrance, and into the dungeon he doubles as a playroom. Potter’s eyes are wide as his gaze falls on the St Andrews Cross, the wooden horse, the inversion table, and the various whips, paddles, and floggers hanging up on racks.

Severus has no plans on playing with any of those tonight, but he’s pleased to notice the joyful intrigue in Potter’s eyes.

“On your knees, and raise your arms above your head,” Severus orders, and Potter complies.

“I like being on my knees,” Potter says. “Don’t you think this was where I was made to be, Sir?”

“I think I’ll like you better when you can’t talk because your mouth is full of my cock,” Severus retorts, and Potter shivers.

Potter’s cock is hard, but he’d made no move to touch it. Severus doesn’t plan on touching it either, though he longs to--this is Potter’s punishment, after all.

He reaches for the shackles which are braced high on the wall, lowering them until they’re in line for Potter’s height. He snaps the manacles around Potter’s slender wrists, and then crouches down to do the same to Potter’s ankles, attaching them to points on the floor.

“Tug three times for me on the chain,” Severus says, and Potter does so. “Good. As your mouth will be busy, do that if you wish me to stop. “Oh, before we begin.”

He Summons a cockring, and reaches down to place it around Potter’s length. Potter twitches at the contact, and groans as soon as he realises what’s happening.

“But Sir,” he whines, and Severus spanks his thigh.

“This is your punishment,” Severus says. “If you want to come, you have to earn it.

Severus parts his robes and unbuttons his trousers. His hard cock springs free, and Potter licks his lips hungrily, staring at it as if he can’t wait to worship it.

“You’re going to suck me until I come, and I want you to swallow every drop,” Severus states.

Potter wastes no time in surging forwards--as much as the shackles allow him--to take Severus’ cock into his mouth. Severus can tell this is Potter’s first time doing it, but what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm. His mouth is hot and wet, and that’s all that really matters.

Severus grips Potter’s hair to still him so that he can fuck his mouth, and Potter takes it beautifully. He hollows his cheeks and Severus groans at the suction. Severus knows his grasp on Potter’s hair must be painful, but Potter never loses that enthusiasm.

When he comes, it’s the best orgasm he’s had in months, and he bucks into Potter’s mouth, one, two, three more times, until he’s spilled all of his release down Potter’s throat. When he pulls out, Potter licks the remnants of his lips hungrily.

Potter’s green eyes are red-rimmed and his pupils are blown wide. His cheeks and chin are slick with saliva, and his hair is wilder than ever. He looks completely well-fucked, and if that’s just from giving a blowjob, Severus can’t wait to see what he looks like after he gets his arse taken. Severus doesn’t intend to wait long to fuck Potter’s arse, but he’s not as young as he used to be and needs time to recover.

“Good boy,” Severus says, and Potter flushes at the compliment. He tucks himself back into his trousers before adding, “I’m going to work on a potion now. I shall return to you in an hour or so.”

“What? Like this?!” Potter cries. “You said I could come if I earned it!”

Severus smiles. “I don’t believe you’ve earned it yet. This is a punishment, remember, and a blowjob isn’t enough. Do you wish to give me a colour?”

Potter shakes his head and grins. “No, I’m good, Sir. Go and make your potion.”