Day 1: Lust Potion/Something Made Them Do It
Harry's vision blurred as he slumped back against the cold stone wall of Snape's office, his body burning with an unfamiliar heat. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and his pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the sounds of Snape's rapid footsteps pacing in front of him.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," Snape muttered under his breath, frustration sharp in his voice. "Idiot boy."
Harry barely heard him. His entire focus was on the overwhelming sensation flooding his body—the unbearable ache that had settled in his core and radiated outward, leaving him trembling and desperate for something he couldn't name. His skin felt too tight, too sensitive, as if every nerve ending was screaming for release.
"Snape…" Harry's voice came out as a broken whisper, his head lolling to the side as he tried to focus on the man standing above him. His vision was swimming, his thoughts muddled, but one thing was clear—he needed Snape.
Snape's dark eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "It's the potion," he said flatly. "You were careless, and now you're suffering the consequences."
Harry barely registered the words, his body writhing against the wall as the heat in his veins intensified. "Please," he gasped, his hand reaching out for Snape, though he wasn't even sure what he was asking for. "I—I can't…"
Snape stared down at him, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. Then, with a sharp exhale, Snape crouched down in front of Harry, his hand gripping Harry's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"You're burning up, Potter," Snape said, his voice low and dangerous. "This is what happens when you meddle with potions you don't understand."
Harry's body jerked involuntarily at the touch, a whimper escaping his lips as Snape's fingers brushed against his skin. His mind was hazy, lost in the haze of lust the potion had induced, but one thing was crystal clear: he needed more of Snape's touch, needed it like air.
"Help me," Harry whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please."
Snape's eyes darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. He let out a soft, exasperated sigh. "There's no antidote," he said curtly. "This is a particularly potent lust potion. You'll have to ride it out."
Harry whimpered, his body trembling as another wave of heat crashed over him. He was desperate—so desperate it hurt. The ache between his legs was unbearable, and every inch of his skin felt alive, buzzing with need.
"I can't—" Harry gasped, his hands twitching helplessly as he struggled to find some relief. "I need—"
"I know what you need," Snape cut him off, his voice low and cold. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Harry's ear, sending a fresh surge of heat through Harry's already overstimulated body. "You want me to touch you, don't you, Potter? That's what this potion has done. It's lowered your inhibitions, made you weak."
Harry nodded frantically, unable to form a coherent response. His entire body was thrumming with need, his mind a foggy mess of lust and desperation. He didn't care about pride or dignity or anything else—all he cared about was finding some relief from the fire that was consuming him.
"Pathetic," Snape sneered, but there was a dark edge to his voice, something dangerous and hungry lurking beneath the surface. His hand slid down from Harry's chin, tracing a slow, deliberate path over his chest, and Harry's breath hitched, his body arching into the touch.
Snape's fingers hovered just above the waistband of Harry's trousers, his touch maddeningly light, and Harry let out a desperate whine, his hips bucking helplessly as he sought more contact.
"Do you want me to help you, Potter?" Snape asked, his voice low and taunting. "Is that what you're asking for?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, his voice breaking. "Please—please, Snape, I need—"
Before Harry could finish, Snape's hand slipped beneath his waistband, his fingers brushing against the hard, aching length of Harry's cock. The touch was electric, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Harry's body that left him gasping for breath.
"Shut up," Snape muttered, his hand wrapping firmly around Harry's cock, stroking with slow, deliberate precision. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Harry's head lolled back against the wall, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Snape's hand worked him with expert precision. His entire body trembled with the intensity of it, the pleasure so overwhelming that it felt almost painful.
"Look at you," Snape murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Writhing like a whore. Pathetic."
Harry didn't care about the insults, didn't care about anything except the sensation of Snape's hand stroking him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He was completely at Snape's mercy, helpless under the weight of the potion's effects, and he loved it.
"More," Harry gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as Snape's hand continued its slow, torturous rhythm. "Please—more—"
Snape's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and his grip tightened just enough to make Harry's breath hitch. "You'll come when I tell you to," Snape said sharply. "Not a moment before."
Harry whimpered, his body trembling with need, but he forced himself to obey, holding on as Snape brought him closer and closer to the edge, his body a live wire of sensation.
The pleasure built and built until it was nearly unbearable, Harry's body shaking with the effort of holding back. His entire world narrowed to the feel of Snape's hand on his cock, the heat coursing through his veins, and the desperate, aching need for release.
"Now," Snape commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Come for me, Potter."
Harry's body seized as the orgasm ripped through him, his vision going white as pleasure exploded through every nerve. He cried out, his body jerking uncontrollably as Snape's hand worked him through it, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until Harry was left trembling and spent.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the harsh sound of Harry's breathing, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His body felt like it had been wrung dry, every muscle trembling from the intensity of the release.
Snape pulled his hand away, wiping it clean with a flick of his wand, his expression as unreadable as ever. He stood up, looking down at Harry with a faint sneer.
"Next time," Snape said quietly, "you'll be more careful with your potions."
Harry could barely manage a nod, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm. The heat was fading, the effects of the potion finally ebbing away, but the memory of Snape's touch lingered, sending a fresh surge of heat through his body.
"Get up, Potter," Snape said curtly. "And clean yourself up."
Harry nodded again, his hands shaking as he fumbled with his trousers, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. He wasn't sure how he would ever look Snape in the eye again after this—but, in that moment, all he could think about was the next time he'd feel Snape's hands on him.
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Upcoming Kinks:
Day 1: Lust Potion/Something Made Them Do It
Day 2: Dom/Sub Dynamics
Day 3: Bondage
Day 4: Role Reversal
Day 5: Public Tease
Day 6: Voyeurism
Day 7: Punishment