#snape fic

[marvel-snape-writes]

Hi there :) could you write something on letting snape fuck you raw for the first time and he goes feral for cumming inside you 😵‍💫 pretty please!

Our Best Worst Habit

18+ smuuuuuuuuutttttttyyyy

🪄— thank you so much for this request, I hope I did it some justice! 🫶

4k+ words

His chamber was silent. His voice was silent. His mood was foul. The atmosphere was heavy. The party was over.

Severus had been sat in his desk chair since they had returned, busying himself by reading the newspaper that had been placed on it earlier in the day and the chair pushed back enough so he could hold the paper out fully in both hands in front of him. The room was quiet enough for her to be able to hear each turn of each page and his breathing as he did it.

Though he did somewhat make her weary when he was in this state, she almost enjoyed trying to entice him out of it. Cautiously, she approached him from behind and place her hands against his shoulders, brushing the material over his shoulders as she dipped her head forward and pressing a light kiss to his ear before speaking softly, “Anything exciting in there?”

Severus’ breath hitched when he felt her hands upon his shoulders and changed completely when her lips were against his ear, nostrils flaring at her question. He looked to the side of him where her head was positioned, letting out a small huff but not speaking a single word.

“Severus?” She spoke against his neck this time, brushing her lips against his skin slowly. Severus cleared his throat irritably, his grip on the newspaper now tightening and crinkling the pages slightly, “Sev…” She spoke once more, pursing her lips against him now.

Severus didn’t speak, but the way he wafted his arm in the air and glare he gave spoke a thousand words. He let out an irritated, low growl from the back of his throat when he felt her pushing her luck once more as her lips dragged against the side of his neck whilst forming into a smirk. Calmly, though suspiciously calmly, he closed the paper and folded it in half, placing it on the desk a few inches in front of him. Silently, he raised the same arm as before but clicked his finger and thumb together this time before pointing his large index finger at the space in front of him between the chair and desk, still not saying anything.

Her breath hitched from his soundless command, standing up straight and standing where he was still pointing. Once in front of him, he lowered his hand and began taking his time devouring her body with his eyes. His lip twitched and the room remained quiet enough to just hear their breathing. His lips then began to part, their eyes meeting briefly before he snapped out of his trance as if he was suddenly reminded of a bad memory.

“Are you going to tell me why you are being so cold?” She asked, leaning back against his desk on her hands and tilting her head to the side with a cocky expression as his eyes flickered up to hers again, “What’s the matter, Severus?”

“Must you displease me all evening and then continue to do so once back in my chamber?” Severus finally spoke, though in a flat tone.

“I’m sorry?” She asked with a confused expression.

“Do not play dumb with me, Miss Eleanor,” Severus glared, “The way you behaved tonight was insufferable,” He spat, his following words lower, “With that boy.”

“Boy?” Eleanor squinted her eyes for a few moments before realising who he meant, “Oh, you mean Noah? He’s not a boy, he’s older than me!” Eleanor protested, already aware of her and Severus’ larger age difference.

“Do not speak his name in my chamber!” Severus’ usual tone raised slightly, gritting his teeth, “That boy wouldn't know the first thing to do with you.”

Eleanor rolled her eyes from his words and hopped up onto his desk, dangling her legs over the edge as he continued to ramble;

“Flicking his eyes where they were not wanted, placing his hands where they should not have been, if I really must think back to the horrific event.” He spoke in a disgusted tone, the pale glare still on his face.

“Horrific event? Really?” Eleanor rolled her eyes but Severus’ face didn't budge so she tried to continue pushing his buttons, “Anyway, who's to say that his eyes or hands weren't wanted?”

She got him. She knew when he was almost at his limit because he wouldn't shoot his sharp tongue like usual; instead, he would say nothing while his lips twitched madly as if struggling to contain all that he wanted to say in his mouth. Eleanor narrowed her eyes and discreetly parted her legs as she shuffled a little further forward to the edge of the table and discreetly enjoyed the brief moment Severus’ eyes fell to the hem of her short dress as her legs parted.

“Hm?” She smirked, now pressing her knees together as her eyes remained on him.

“That is one of the problems that were presented to me…” He cleared his throat, swallowing hard, “I was starting to think you liked him, too.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lip and reached her foot forward, placing it on the chair Severus was sat on, against the bare part from the way his legs naturally parted when he was sat… against the part of the chair that was just beneath his crotch, “You think I've taken a liking to Noah?”

“Don't you speak his name in my chamber.” He snapped, trying with every muscle in his body not to glance down at her foot, “I will not warn you again.”

“Why, hm?” She raised her eyebrows with a devilish grin, lightly pressing the tip of her shoe against his crotch, “Are you jealous, Severus?”

His jaw clenched when he felt the strange contact against his crotch and felt like a boiling kettle when he heard her question, as if steam was about to come out of his ears. He exhaled slowly and slouched a further into his chair, making her foot ride up his crotch a little further.

“I could crush you right now.” She spoke the threat in a stupidly seductive tone, teasing her heel against his crotch and lightly nudging it to emphasise each word, “Are. You. Jealous. Severus?”

He tried his best not to let any reaction show or sound pass his lips, but it only lasted a few seconds before his lips parted and let out a soft whine, narrowing his eyebrows.

“So, that's why you've been so off with me tonight?” She asked, continuing to rock her foot against his crotch and now placing her other foot on one of his thighs to keep them parted, “Giving me the silent treatment because you were jealous of me paying attention to some other guy?”

Severus’ nostrils flared and he finally snapped, pushing her feet away and standing up as he spoke, “Listen to me,” He was towering over her now as she leaned back on her hands again, “Are you listening?” He looked down at her with a dark expression.

“Oh, I am listening…” Eleanor bit her lip sensually, gazing up at him.

“If this thing is going to work-”

“’Thing’, hm?” She scoffed until she was cut off by him pushing his face closer to hers.

“Silence while I am speaking,” He spat bluntly, “If whatever is going on between us is to continue, I need you to myself again. No ifs, no buts, I need you to all to myself.”

“Are you pleading with me, Professor Snape?” She smirked, sliding her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders, “I must be yours?” She squinted her eyes, “Despite us only fooling around?”

“Mine and only mine.” He growled, leaning down a little further as he placed his hands against the desk at either side of her.

“Or… what?” She dared to ask, able to feel his breathing against her lips now.

“Trust me… you don't want to know.” He spoke lowly and slowly, their lips only centimetres apart.

“That’s a little possessive, don't you think?” She spoke as close to his lips as possible without kissing him.

“Quite frankly, my dear,” He spoke quietly but firmly, “I don't give a fuck.”

The minute he got to the end of his sentence, their lips were pressed against each other. Eleanor whimpered from the harshness of it and Severus moved closer to his desk, grinning against her lips when her legs parted to either side of him. It wasn't long before the kiss grew deeper, Eleanor’s hands now in his hair as she kissed him urgently, desperately. Severus cupped her face in one of his large hands and tilted his head, grunting into the kiss as the tips of their tongues touched.

“Does jealousy make you horny, Severus?” She teased against his lips, giggling.

“Do not be absurd…” He mumbled, kissing her harder as if punishment for the question.

“You can't deny that someone preoccupying what's yours turns you on…” She played with his hair while they kissed in between her speaking, “Is it because you're already picturing what punishment you're going to give me, hm?”

“Jealousy does not turn me on.” Severus grunted, parting the kiss with a heavy sigh as he glared down at her.

“Oh, yeah?” She bit her lip once he pulled back, glancing between them and then back up at him, “You might want to try telling your cock that.”

“Your tongue is almost growing as sharp as mine, Miss Eleanor.” He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth.

“At least it's not as arrogant.” Eleanor quickly fired back.

Severus’ temper raised further, his lip twitching angrily as his eyes darkened even more than their usual black. Eleanor was enjoying taunting him a little too much, and he could tell.

“So, not only did you spend the entire night with another man right under my nose,” He leaned over her once more, using one of his hands to fumble with the buttons on his pants, “And now you insist on thinking you can take that tone with me? I don't think so.”

“Mm…” She raised her eyebrows, becoming even more aroused by the way he was acting, “What are you going to do to me, professor?”

“Spread your fucking legs and I'll show you.” He responded in a gruff, demanding tone.

“Yes, sir…” Her eyes fell to his crotch again once his buttons were undone, the bulge now protruding through the opening and straining against the front of his boxers.

He dipped his head again and their lips met urgently with a bruising kiss. Eleanor’s arms snaked around his neck again and pulled at his bottom lip, enjoying the whine that came from him as a result. Her fingers darted into his hair as he rocked his hips up against the edge of his desk, rolling up onto his tip toes several times and making soft noises against her lips.

“What, is my punishment that you're going to fuck this desk instead of me?” She giggled when the desk rocked again briefly against the wall it was positioned against as a result of his hips.

“What have I told you about your fucking mouth?” He snarled, subtly enjoying the brief friction through the material of his underwear.

“Mm… so sweary…” She grinned against his lips.

“I’m going to need you to remove your underwear,” He grunted, “And actually be a good girl for me.”

“Actually…” She swallowed hard, seeing the disapproval in his face already for not immediately bowing to his command, “There’s a slight problem with that.”

“Miss Eleanor, I do not think it would be wise for you to disobey me again…” He exhaled through his nose with a glare, narrowing his suspicious eyes when he noticed her reaching for his wrists while leaning up to kiss him feverishly as he muttered against her lips, “You are becoming insufferable again…” They kissed again, her hands now guiding his to her thighs under her dress, “Intolerable…”

“The problem being...” She let go of his wrists and moved herself closer to the edge of the desk to encourage his hands to move further up her thighs, “I’m not wearing any.”

Her words left a tingle against his lips — a tingle that went directly down to his cock. He felt Eleanor smile as they kissed again, her hands now resting against his shoulders. Although he hardly doubted her for a moment, Severus’ hands still moved further under her dress just to make sure. Despite the feeling of her bare skin beneath his fingertips easing his mind, it did not ease the arousal bulging against his own underwear that was still purposefully brushing against the edge of his desk with each kiss.

“Did you remove your underwear for me or already in hopes for him?” He asked in a serious tone, pressing his fingertips into her skin and smirking when she whimpered against his lips.

“You,” She gasped when she felt his fingers move directly between her legs, kissing him hungrily, “Always for you.”

Severus swore he could hear the pulsing of his cock from her response, now pulling his hands away completely and holding her face in one hand and desperately reaching down to free himself from his underwear with the other.

“Fuck…” He mumbled to himself, now suddenly starting to feel around in the desk drawer and then his pockets as if in some desperate hope for some form of condom or alternative contraception, “I need… I just need…” He looked around frantically, frustrated with himself, “Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle.”

“Wait,” She reached out for him once he began to pull away, “Don’t go anywhere. Its fine.”

“But I don't have- I need to go get-”

“No, shh, I said it is fine,” She shook her head, pulling him closer to her again and stretching her legs out to wrap around his waist, “Honestly.”

“You don't… want me to use anything?” He asked, she shook her head so he repeated, “Anything?”

She shook her head again, glancing down at his hardened length for a moment before glancing up at him again, “I removed my underwear before I approached you when we got back because I didn't want any barriers to stop you throwing me around your chamber in a rage of jealousy, and I would quite like to stick to the theme…” She bit her lip when he stepped close to her again, his desperate, sticky precum wet length now lining up perfectly between her legs, “I’ve been learning the contraception spell, and there's only one way to know if it worked, right?” She giggled, their heavy, desire-filled eyes now meeting, “I want you to have your way with me, Severus. No barriers. Skin on skin.”

Severus’ lips parted as he struggled with a response, taking everything in him not to lose control hands-free right in that moment from her words alone.

“Show me what happens when someone touches what's yours.” She licked her lips seductively, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Too fucking right, you’re mine.” He snarled, gripping her thighs in his large hands as he thrusted his hips forward in one, swift motion. She let out a high-pitched moan and he exhaled loudly as he felt her tense around him immediately, but for the first time nothing between them, and spoke breathily into her ear, “And don't you ever ‘shush’ me again.”

Her lips parted to apologise but all that passed through them was an even louder moan. Severus was showing no mercy, already thrusting his hips at such a pace that their kisses were hard to maintain. He gripped her thighs firmly with his hands, their teeth now colliding with rough kisses.

“I love the way you claim me so selfishly…” She spoke against his lips, trying her best to grip onto him with her arms around his neck.

“I do not wish to ever see you with another man again,” He panted against her lips, “And I could not care less how selfish that sounds.”

“Mmm… fuck me like you mean it, Severus.” Her hand dived into his hair, pulling at it in time with his thrusts.

“Do not doubt my intentions…” He spoke gruffly, secretly still trying to get used to the feeling of nothing between them as his entire length continued to plunge in and out of her in fits of desperation.

He could easily lose himself in this new, much more sensitive feeling, and trying his hardest not to was not helped by Eleanor now wrapping her legs around him tightly and digging her heels into his bottom with each thrust he made. He had no choice but to break the kiss and gasp for air; his moans were continuous but he needed to at least attempt to try and catch his breath before he passed out.

“Mm… mm, fuck!” Eleanor cried out in pleasure from the sudden change of angle and speed of his hips, her legs now desperately trying to cling onto him as their bodies shuddered in delight with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes… agh!” Severus grunted between heavy breaths as his hips picked up an even more relentless pace.

“Y—You’re…” She reached out weakly to grab onto the buttons of his clothing but resulted in wafting the air clumsily instead as her entire body shivered from his harsh pace, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as they rolled back, “F—Fucking me so good, Severus…”

“I’m fucking you like you're mine.” He growled against her lips and shook his overcoat and cloak off, now standing in his black button down shirt and his desperately unbuttoned trousers which his strong thighs had prevented from pooling to the floor.

“Yeah?” She grinned and forced her eyes open, losing her breath completely when she saw the pure rush of delight visibly flowing through Severus’ body with each and every movement he made.

“Yes,” He responded with his eyes closed and placed one of his hands flat on the wall to steady himself; the bare contact and pace of his movements were giving him so much pleasure that he feared the feeling he could pass out wash over him again, “You. Are. Mine,” He grunted in time with each harsh thrust, “And. Mine. Alone.” He could barely catch his breath at this point, “Do you hear me?”

Eleanor could not speak for moaning out his name repeatedly with the mixture of everything that was happening, so instead offered him a shaky nod. Not that Severus saw her response with his head tilted back and his eyes still closed tightly. The table squeaked upon its legs from the forceful, consistent back and forth movements and banged against the wall. Severus felt himself slipping further and further into the raw feeling of the skin-on-skin contact and tensed his jaw every time his hips thrust all the way forward. Countless profanities left his mouth as his head made several attempts to rise again, his sweaty hair now becoming a part of his sticky forehead.

“M…mine…” He grunted, his sweaty palm now slipping down the wall. He removed it so both of his hands now clamped onto her waist as her legs squeezed around him, “Mine, mine, mine,” Each word was emphasised with a harsh slam of his hips and causing Eleanor to let out a loud squeal in the process.

“Fuck, yes, Severus,” She moaned, digging her heels harder into his bottom to urge him not to stop or slow down, “Y—Yours, Sev. Yours.”

“Good girl.” He growled against her lips, her face now in his hands as they reignited their previous clumsy kisses, “Sh-Shit…” He gasped loudly against her lips as the familiar flames in the pit of his stomach began to lick their way further up his body, trying to grasp her lip between his teeth each time their lips collided, “I’m going to cum, Princess… I—I’m going to fucking c-!”

“Mm, you certainly don't fuck me like a Princess.” She grinned against his lips, giggling for a moment before realising how close he actually was to his climax when she felt him desperately bucking his hips against hers.

“A-Ah, fuck!” He hissed through clenched teeth, his hands trembling against her face as he felt himself crumbling in pleasure, “Oh, oh! I'm cu…!” His moans were even louder than ever now, his thumbs shakily caressing her cheekbones as he tried his best to hold her face in place as his orgasm exploded with each twitch of his cock, “Ah, fuck, Eleanor!” He cried out breathlessly, feeling as if he had entered another dimension with the amount of pleasure coursing through him.

Eleanor’s own climax was already on the edge, her entire body becoming jittery each time he pushed her closer to it, but the reaction Severus gave to getting off inside her with no barriers whatsoever was all she needed to hit her peak of pleasure. Her arms flung themselves around his neck and legs tightened around his waist as she became completely undone at the mercy of his bare, relentless cock.

“S-Sev-!” She struggled for breath, repeatedly contracting around him with each pulse of his thrusting length, “Severus! Fuck…” Her fingers trembled in his hair as her body continuously switched from tensing up and turning to jelly.

Severus’ moans proceeded to rattle against the walls as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands now back against her thighs and shakily massaging his fingertips against her skin. Their bodies continued to convulse in pure bliss, their clothing now sticking to their bodies with sweat as their hot breath fogged up the chamber with their heavy breathing.

Even after their movements had slowed, Severus found it practically impossible to speak for a few long moments, but when he did, he just said, “Fucking hell, that was amazing…”

“I’m surprised we didn't end up next door…” Eleanor giggled breathily, placing her hands upon his heaving chest.

“One does not take the opportunity to have you completely naturally for granted.” He whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand and gazing down into her eyes as he bit his lip.

“Mm…” Eleanor grinned, kissing him softly, “I never want to be fucked in any other way again, professor.”

“Stop talking like that,” He spoke playfully sharply against her lips, “Or it’ll never go down.”

“Don’t tempt me to keep going,” She looked up at him with a wink, “You and I both know that we always tend to have the best sex when one of us has somehow pissed the other one off.”

“No comment.” Severus spoke slowly, his facial expression straining to remain straight. He knew she was right.

“Making you jealous gets you all riled up,” She squeezed his shoulders, “Making you jealous does turn you on, Severus…” She raised her eyebrows, “Why do you think I spend all night with any man who isn't you and then turn up in your chamber without any underwear on? Why do you think I enjoy making you jealous so much, hm?”

“Why do you think I let you?” Severus replied instantly in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“Because I know you’ll fuck me into next week.” Eleanor replied just as fast, biting her lip harshly to try and suppress the wide grin that was threatening to show.

“Or next door, apparently.” Severus chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face as their eyes met again.

“I think this has to be our best worst habit.” Eleanor laughed along with him.

“I happen to agree with that statement.” Severus crinkled his nose, tilting her chin up with his index finger.

“What’s that?” Eleanor gasped playfully, “We actually agree on something?”

“Watch your lip, sweetheart…” Severus’ voice lowered, his eyes narrowing.

“I bet you’d like to watch my lip… my… lips…” Eleanor dared herself to say, though she only spoke in a timid tone.

“You really are insufferable…” He shook his head, eyes still on hers, “That attitude of yours will get you into trouble, you know.”

“Admit it, Severus,” She smirked, “I’m the kind of trouble that you enjoy.”

“Ha.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically, letting go of her and starting tuck himself back into his trousers.

“Oh, no, no,” She shook her head and pursed her lips, reaching down to push his hands away from his crotch. Severus’ gaze met hers again, his lips parting from her insinuation and a heavy breath leaving them as his jaw clenched from her following words spoken with a devilish grin, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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Severus Snape Masterlist

[sacredsnape]

May I request a one shot about virgin severus, wanting his girlfriend to ride him but feeling too embarrassed to ask.

Virgin Sev my beloved <3

Genre: smut

Warnings: loss of virginity, handjob, mentions of masturbation, sub Sev, dom reader, praise kink, gentle and loving sex, aftercare

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You and Severus were lying in bed, your finger slowly stroking his cheekbone as you admired him. He was so beautiful, his Roman nose perfect for kissing and perhaps riding.

Severus smiled at you, shyly pressing his lips to yours. You've only been dating for a few months, and Severus was still shy with you, forever amazed that someone as kind and patient as you would ever want him.

You allowed your lips to linger on his, curling your fingers in his hair. The moment was pure perfection, the fireplace crackling merrily in the corner of your bedroom as rain pattered against the windows, and just you and Severus here together.

Severus slowly ran a hand up and down your side before resting it on your hip, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you. You recognized that look; for the past few weeks, he'd been pinning you with that look of lust, keeping his desires and urges pushed deep down inside of him.

He was a virgin, and you were not, and you knew how shy he was about sex because he had several insecurities about his body. You and him had only recently started showering together after you coaxed him into it, promising him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Something on your mind, prince?" you asked Severus as you noticed him fail to sneakily catch a glimpse at your cleavage in your pajama top. You smirked, scooting closer to him until your cleavage slightly spilled past your top.

Severus licked his lips, his breath hitching as you moved closer. His fingers dug into your hip, suppressing a whine as he felt blood quickly rush to his cock.

"Nothing's on my mind," he lied, sighing as he felt his erection strain against his sweatpants. He tried to cross his legs in the position he was in to no avail, wheezing nervously and pulling the blankets around him.

You watched his movements, spotting his erection. He was big as you knew from your showers together but looked even bigger in sweatpants. Your smirk grew, dragging your finger down his face and chest, stopping just above his waistband.

"You can tell me anything, baby. You know there's no shame in anything you tell me," you reassured Severus, smiling warmly at him. "I'm here to make everything a comfortable experience for you, no matter what it is."

Severus smiled a little, feeling himself relax. He only grew harder at feeling your hand so close to his cock and he tried to ignore it, focusing on your soothing words and voice.

"It's just..." he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from your face as he became embarrassed. "I... have this habit. Some nights after you go to bed, I sneak into the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of you- you riding me."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a warmth spreading through you. Your pussy clenched and you felt it soak with arousal, your breathing becoming heavy as you replied, "Yeah? You think about that?"

"I do," Severus whined, so hard at this point that it was unbearable. "I want it so badly, but I've been too shy to tell you up until now."

You sat up, stroking his waistband before pushing your hand past it. Severus gasped, squirming his hips around as your hand hovered directly above his clothed erection.

"Is this okay, baby?" you asked Severus in a sultry voice, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed down at him. He was visibly nervous, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.

"It's okay," Severus confirmed, wiping his sweaty brow. "I'm just nervous, I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin this by being nervous."

You gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "You won't ruin this, Sev. I'll be gentle and careful with you, okay? If anything hurts or you feel uncomfortable, let me know, and I'll stop," you mumbled against his lips, rubbing circles into his cheek.

Severus nodded, swallowing thickly. You kissed him again, sitting up and straddling his lap. The both of you gasped together at the contact, your hips squirming as his hard cock rubbed against you.

"Mmm, baby," you moaned, pressing your palms flat onto his chest. "You're throbbing and so big."

Severus whimpered, a beautiful sound that made your clit tingle with need. "You feel really good on top of me like this," he said, his voice breathy as he gripped your waist. "I- can you fuck me? Please?"

You could've come just from his words alone. He sounded and looked so desperate, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and his voice a soft whimper. His hair was a mess around the pillow, and his cheeks were covered in a bright blush.

"Of course, baby. How could I say no to my pretty boy?" you smirked. Severus moaned at the nickname, desperately bucking his hips upwards. He forgot for a moment that this would be his first time, too focused on wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his fist.

You lifted yourself up to slide down your pajama shorts and underwear, Severus's bottoms following suit. He hissed as the warm air of your bedroom washed over his cock, which stood rigid and aching for your touch.

"Please," he begged you, almost feeling dizzy from how badly he needed you. You wrapped a firm hand around his cock, smiling at the sharp gasp that escaped him. You began to pump the shaft, satisfied to see precum quickly gathering and spilling over your fingers.

"S-so good. Your hand feels so much better than mine," Severus moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands. You moved your hand faster, relishing in the little moans and gasps that left him. He sounded ethereal, and you wanted to keep his noises of pleasure in your mind forever.

"You're doing so well. Does that feel good?" Your question caused his cock to twitch in your hand, a telltale sign of orgasm, and you were surprised that he'd be coming so soon.

"Ahh, please. Feels so good, please!" Severus gasped as your thumb swiped across his tip, gathering a bead of precum. You switched hands to bring that thumb to your lips, sucking on the tip and tasting him.

Severus could have imploded at the sight of you tasting him. You hummed at his flavor, earthy and a bit salty. "You taste as good as you look, just how I imagined you," you said, flicking your wrist in a way that made Severus shudder.

Severus felt his stomach clench, knowing that he was close. He was so used to coming quickly, and with you stroking him so amazingly, he knew that his orgasm would be explosive.

You continued stroking him, going even faster now. You kissed him deeply, diving your tongue into his mouth and driving him wild. When he came, he released the prettiest whimper you've ever heard from him followed by a shout of your name.

Severus trembled as ropes of hot cum shot all over his stomach and your hand. He breathed unevenly, gasping as his cock twitched and throbbed from his release. He had come so much, and it was the most gorgeous sight to you.

"Good job, handsome. I'm so proud of you," you praised Severus. He blushed deeply, giggling weakly as you removed his hand from his still hard cock.

"I like being praised," he admitted, his head feeling fuzzy as you removed your top, your breasts bouncing back into place. He stared at them, his mouth watering at how soft and supple they looked.

"You deserve all of the praise in the world, my love," you replied sweetly, sighing contently as Severus slowly ran his large hands up and down your bare torso. They ghosted the undersides of your breasts, and he seemed hesitant to touch them.

You grabbed his hands, leading the way and placing them over your breasts. You sighed in relief, and he moaned as he squeezed them curiously as his thumbs circled your erect nipples.

"You have pretty breasts," Severus observed, grinning up at you. "They're so soft. I've always enjoyed looking at them, but finally touching them is a whole new wonderful experience."

His eyes then trailed down to your pussy and your slick covered thighs. He felt his nerves melt away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement.

"Can you fuck me now?" he asked sheepishly. As much as he loved feeling and admiring your breasts, he was desperate for your pussy.

"I thought you would never ask," you teased, grabbing his cock and casting a non-verbal lubrication spell. Once he was fully lubricated, you lined him up with your entrance, the two of you sharing a deep look of love with each other.

"Remember to tell me to stop if you need to," you reminded Severus, the tip of his cock brushing against your hole. "I love you, Severus, and I'm honored to be your first time."

If Severus wasn't so horny right now, he would have sobbed out of gratefulness for you. His eyes momentarily stung with years as he responded, "I love you too, Y/N. You're my everything."

He leaned up and kissed you passionately, resting his back against the headboard and pulling you with him. You slipped his cock inside of you and you moaned into each other's mouths, entranced by the feeling of your bodies finally becoming one.

"Merlin, you're incredibly warm," Severus chuckled, pecking your lips once. "I don't know how to explain this feeling. It's unlike anything I've ever felt."

You pressed your hips further down onto him, feeling snug. He inhaled sharply at your movement, his eyes flicking between your face and breasts.

"The tip of your cock is nudging my g-spot right now," you mewled, your eyelids fluttering as his thick girth stretched you out. It didn't hurt; it was an incredible feeling of erotic bliss.

"It is?" Severus asked in astonishment, knowing about how pleasurable the g-spot was from what you've told him in the past.

"God, yes," you whimpered, beginning to rock your hips. You started off slow, giving Severus time to adjust, and he was amazed by how fucking good you felt.

"Mmm, right there. Do that with your hips again."

"Y/N, you're so good. Your pussy feels like magic... don't stop fucking me."

"Ah, please! Faster!"

Severus's filthy words spurred you on, motivating you to give him more. You snapped your hips hard and fast above him, pinning his hands above his head and attaching your lips to his neck.

"My good boy, the best boy," you hummed, leaving behind hickeys on his neck. "You have such a great cock to fuck, honey."

Severus couldn't speak anymore, long gone in the pleasure. He only made whiny noises in response to your praise, every snap of your hips shooting sparks of lust up his spine.

"I can feel my orgasm, it's so close," he breathed, needily kissing your breasts. His hands were shaking, his eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to fuck him.

"Mine too, baby. I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside of me and dripping out of me, and I know you'll come nicely like the good boy you are," you replied huskily, your clit throbbing as it begged for attention. You let go of one of his pinned hands, letting it fall onto his chest.

"Touch my clit, sweetheart. Make me come and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life," you cooed, directing Severus's hand to your clit.

Severus nodded obediently, pressing two slender fingers into your clit and rubbing. You clenched around him, making him groan, and you felt your climax start to crest.

"Oh my gosh, I'm coming!" Severus ezclaimed suddenly, his orgasm taking you by surprise. He came hard, filling you up. He sobbed as he came, so overwhelmed by his orgasm that he saw stars burst behind his eyes.

He felt so much relief and felt so loved by you, grateful that you had been the one to take his virginity.

Your hips stuttered as Severus came, snapping them a few more times before you came yourself, soaking his cock with your arousal. He cursed as your pussy squeezed him and milked him of every last drop of his cum.

There was a beat of silence before you collapsed into his arms, your panting paired with his soft whimpers and mumbles of affection.

"Thank you, Y/N, thank you for taking my virginity," Severus was mumbling into your hair as he kissed you there. "It was an amazing experience, one that I'll hold in my heart forever."

You giggled at his words, snuggling him closely. He was still such a romantic even after having his brains fucked out.

You and Severus cleaned up shortly afterward, running a bath and then cuddling in bed. You gave him a full body massage with scented oils and kissed each and every one of his scars, telling him repeatedly how well he had done for you.

Severus was very glad that he had asked you to ride him.

[sneepseverus]

About your last post... Imagine professor!reader that sits next to him at dinner, and sees that something is wrong with him, so she casually rests her hand on his leg, worried about him. He's actually very excited - and that leads to some serious teasing 🤭

-🌶️

Yes, I love it when Snape is teased! Here’s a little something 🙈

Friends With Benefits

Snape x gn!reader

Warnings: foreshadowing of sex but nothing explicit

Word count: 500+

You try not to bother him when he's eating, but you can't help but notice his legs shaking underneath the table. He's barely touching his food, and one hand is fidgeting on his lap. Snape is not someone who willingly reveals personal information, so you know better than to ask him directly. He also is able to hide his emotions fairly easily most of the time, but some days are harder than others, understandably so.

Without thinking about how it could be received, you lightly rest your hand on his leg and look at him, letting him know you're here for him whenever he needs it.

He turns his head frantically, his eyes moving between your light touch on him and the sweet smile on your face.

"Excuse me," he mutters before suddenly getting up and leaving the Great Hall.

He attempts to escape to an empty location, pacing back and forth as a million thoughts run through his mind. He lets out a groan as his hand slowly drags down to his crotch. "No, what am I doing?" he thinks to himself. "My first mistake was letting my emotions get the best of me in front of them, but my second and biggest one was getting hard when they were simply trying to comfort me. This is embarrassing at best and highly unprofessional at worst. Shit, I'm such an—"

All of a sudden, he finds himself tripping over his feet and falling into your arms. "Y/N—I mean, Professor Y/L/N—I'm so sorry," he rambles, avoiding eye contact as he tries to collect himself. "I don't know what's gotten into me, but I think it's best I spend the rest of the evening alone."

He turns around to run away from this confrontation, but you pull him by his cloak, stopping him in his tracks. "Severus, I just want to make sure you're okay. I don't wish to overstep any boundaries, but I care about you," you admit, resting your hand on his shoulder as you wait for his response.

After a few seconds, he slowly turns back around and finally looks you in the eye.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but we are...friends after all, no?" you continue.

"Friends? Oh yes...of course."

Remembering the other "friend" that decided to show up tonight, he looks down and covers himself with his cloak, afraid you'll notice it.

However, it was already too late. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and smirk at the sight. "Seriously, I'm always here for you whenever you need me. I mean it," you emphasize.

He takes a large gulp, taking a step back for every one you take forward until he finds himself trapped against the wall.

Afraid he might try to break loose again, you place your hand next to him, leaving just a few centimeters between your body. "I'm done with dinner, so I'll be in my quarters...if you'd like to take me up on the offer."

You finally pull away, leaving with a smile on your face.

Soon after, you hear a series of footsteps from behind you. You sense the gap between the two of you closing as you reach your corner of the castle.

While it may be best to keep things professional...there's nothing wrong in helping out a friend once in a while, now is there?

[irinakulishart]

Severus Snape.

Always.

[slytherinslut0]

SEVERUS SNAPE ONESHOT- Starts Now

Tags: 18+, Spanking, Age Gap, Professor x Student, Sexual Punishment, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, DubCon, CNC.

In the deep of night, the castle of Hogwarts slept under a blanket of shadows. In this hushed, eerie atmosphere, you, a near-graduate student, driven by curiosity and a daring spirit, decided to venture into Professor Snape's potions classroom after hours.

Armed with your knowledge of advanced unlocking spells, you managed to bypass the locked door with meticulous precision, and your invisibility cloak concealed your presence. You had heard whispers among your fellow students about a secret storeroom hidden within the potions classroom, rumored to contain exotic ingredients and ancient potions, and your insatiable curiosity admittedly got the better of you.

You envisioned yourself becoming the talk of Hogwarts with your newfound expertise, being the first one to successfully break into the room and explore, knowing practically every fucking student in the school would want to know what you'd found. Your heart pounded as you entered the room, the soft moonlight filtering through dusty windows and casting an ethereal glow upon the desks and shelves.

The potions ingredients lined the shelves like an alchemist's dream, each jar containing something more wondrous and enigmatic than the last. Your heart raced as you began to gather these prized ingredients and transcribe notes on their uses. Your parchment rustled as you wrote, the quiet scratching echoing through the otherwise silent room.

Suddenly, the shadows seemed to stir, and before you could even realize what was happening, you felt a large, cold hand clamp over your lips, the other tightening around your neck, tugging you back against a strong, broad chest.

"Yet another student attempting to pilfer my secrets, I see...how utterly predictable..." he growled, lips pressed against your ear as he spit the words directly into your fucking eardrums. "Tell me, do you find yourself so exceptional that you believe the rules do not apply to you?"

You tried to shake your head, but his grip was so tight that all you could do was pathetically whimper, entire body trembling in fear as he held you against him. "I thought a student as mature as yourself would know better than this...you're almost twenty fucking years old for Merlin's sake..."

You whimpered again, wishing more than anything you could apologize to him, wishing more than anything you could beg him for forgiveness. Every second he held you, firm hand pressed over your lips, was another second in which you became filled with a mixture of terror and warmth, spreading across your skin like a raging wildfire.

"I believe you've demonstrated a complete lack of respect for both authority, and common fucking sense..." he growled, voice harsher with each syllable, rendering you utterly petrified against him. "Perhaps, I have to introduce you to one of my more merciless detentions...I'm certain it'll teach you a lesson that you won't soon forget."

And with that he released you, ripping the parchment from your hands, smirking as you spun around to face him with wide, pleading eyes. "I'm so sorry Profes-"

"Enough. Nothing you can say will fix what you've done." He spat. "You'll speak when spoken to, understand me?"

Your face flushed with heat, your entire body igniting into flame under the heat of his stare, and you nodded. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said, throwing the parchment down on his desk. "Your detention, starts now."

You parted your lips to question him, but he cut you off, advancing on you and crashing his lips to yours. Almost instantly, you melted into him, the fire that was kindling in your core erupting into complete and utter chaos, engulfing your entire body within seconds. You'd always had a thing for your professor, you'd always been attracted to his stern, no-nonsense demeanour, the way his intoxicating presence takes over a room the mere second he enters it; the way his eyes always lingered on your lips for longer than they should. To be kissing him right now, after you were certain he was just about to kill you dead, is a turn of events you'd never have expected to happen, not in a million fucking years.

Pulling back, he gripped your chin, yanking a gasp from your throat as he tightened his grip. "You've been a very bad girl..." he purred, something flickering behind his eyes that made your stomach jump. "I want you to face the wall...and lift up your skirt."

Your thighs screamed in need at his request, your entire body trembling as he held you there for a moment, allowing his words to linger--giving you a chance to refuse, to deny his demands if you so desired--before he released you, his grin widening as you slowly did as he said, without question.

The second you'd raised your skirt, exposing your bare ass to him, he was on you, hands gripping and smoothing the flesh--low groans leaving his chest as he pressed you into the wall, breathing hot breath over your ear.

"Such an obedient little thing...willing to do anything I say..." he purred, the approval clear in his tone, teeth nipping at the flesh of your earlobe. "I'm going to bruise this beautiful ass, and you're going to thank me for it, understand?" He gripped a palmful of your ass cheek, the other slipping up and grasping your throat.

Through the pressure of his grip, you nodded. "Yes, sir..."

"Good girl." He said. "I suggest you tighten your grip on your skirt, ensure that it's real, real firm..."

Without thinking, you spoke. "Why?"

A hard, firm smack to your asscheek ripped the oxygen from your lungs, a gasp escaping you as he tightened the pressure around your throat simultaneously.

"Because, if you try to touch me, try to stop me in any way, I will increase the pain and the total by generous fucking amounts that I know your innocent little body would never be able to handle...and you don't want that, do you, little girl?"

Your lungs were threatening to collapse under the weight of your desire, wetness almost undoubtedly weeping between your thighs. You'd never been spoken to like this, you'd never been treated like this, and admittedly, you were shamelessly fucking loving it.

"No, sir...I wouldn't..."

He hummed, releasing you. "That's what I thought."

Doing as he suggested, you gripped your skirt tight between your fingers, bringing your trembling hands in front of you to reduce the temptation to touch him. The room was silent for a moment as you felt him turn to his desk, pulling open a drawer and retrieving something from it before returning back to you, bringing his lips dangerously close to your ear once again.

"You better keep quiet...you don't want to risk someone finding you here like this, would you?" He purred, smoothing his palm over your asscheek.

With a low whimper, you shook your head. "No, sir..."

He hummed again, seemingly pleased. "Move your feet wider...I want them spread nice and wide for me..."

Gods, this was killing you, in the best fucking way possible. You spread your feet wider, only by a small amount, the feeling of vulnerability starting to eat away at you. Displeased by this, your Professor pressed against you, steadying one of his hands on the wall beside your head, the other reaching down and gripping your bare thigh, urging your feet further apart.

"I said nice and wide, little girl..." he growled, lips pressed against your ear. "Perhaps you're not familiar with what that looks like, hm?"

You whimpered, cunt clenching indefinitely at this point--you couldn't fucking help it, he was driving you fucking insane. You'd never known need like you did right then, your entire body screaming his name, screaming for his touch.

He huffed, amused. "Take your punishment like a good girl and perhaps I'll show you...”

And with that, he pulled back, smoothing his palm over your asscheek one more time before retreating his hand to your lower back, urging you to press your face against the wall as something hard, cold and fucking painful whacked your ass, sending immense amounts of pain throughout your entire body. You went to scream, but somehow you remembered that you couldn't--that you needed to keep quiet so that no one would hear--so you instead chose to bite down on your lip with enough force to split the skin, tears welling in your eyes as he pulled back and repeated the process on the other cheek.

"Mm. That's it..." he purred, smoothing over the welting skin. "You're being so good for me..."

Your legs trembled, breath sputtering as he whacked you again, and again, hardy giving you a second to even consider any form of response, not that he was really even looking for one. Your body was quaking, the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure growing to be so powerful your head was spinning, your cunt clenching with every single smack.

Smack. "You like that, huh?" Smack. "You like being fucking punished by your Professor..." smack. "Dirty little thing…”

You whimpered, the first audible noise that had managed to leave your lips, and your professor huffed, clucking his tongue.

"Keep being good for me..." he purred, nipping at your neck as he gave you a second to collect yourself. "Only two more..."

With a long, shaky inhale, you nodded, eyes rolling back in your skull as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive flesh below your ear, undoubtedly breaking blood vessels. His palm slithered down, from your lower back to your ass, grazing over the flaming skin before teasing your inner thigh, sparking heat in your blood so hot you were worried it would melt your flesh from the inside out.

As he grazed your panties, you mewled, and without giving you a chance to even process it, he whacked you two more times, a cry of pain slipping past your lips at the abrupt sensations. Professor Snape hummed, seemingly pleased, bringing both hands to your ass now, gripping and kneading the burning skin, eliciting even more pain, as though what'd he'd already done wasn't enough.

You broke, the agony unbearable. "Fuck, Professor, please..."

He groaned, gripping you harder. "Thank me." He spat into your ear. "Thank me for punishing your bad little ass."

You whimpered, knuckles popping with how hard you were holding the fabric of your skirt. "Thank you, Professor!" You squealed, desperation clear in your voice. "Fuck-thank you for punishing me..."

"Very good." He huffed, slowly releasing you. "Perhaps you should break into my classroom again tomorrow night..."

You spun to face him, slowly releasing your skirt as you met his hungry eyes. "Perhaps.”

[dranna]

You are a beautiful piece of art

Severus Snape x artist reader

Summary: “But you are so beautiful love” - “No I’m not. And we both know that. You’re just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, that’s all.” - That didn’t sit well with you at all. You were determined to show him how wrong he is.

Contents: established relationship, artist reader, fluff, angst, Severus just feeling unworthy of love and affection, gender neutral reader, any pronouns

Nsfw warnings: dom/sub, sub!severus, top!reader, praise kink, sir kink(?), neck fetish, no intercourse, gentle dom

a/n: this is the second, and very first Snape smut I’ve written, so I hope you’ll enjoy!

@giosnape thank you for the encouragement your perverted soul and the betaing! Also let me know if you would like to be tagged:)

~ English is still not my first language ~

“But you are so beautiful love”

“No I’m not. And we both know that. You’re just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, that’s all.” - Severus mumbled into his pillow, turning the other way. You two were laying in your shared bed, shielded by pillows and blankets from the outside world, deep in Snape’s private chambers.

The castle finally became deserted and calm after being submitted to many busy student’s feet during the day. A new school term started after all! You know well what it meant for your lover: overworked, plus hours, less sleep, naughty-uninterested children and maybe the worst of all, that deep rooted hostility and hate towards the potions master.

It won’t do at all. You thought, as you turned your head to look at the slim figure of your prince. He always talked about his appearance with such displeasure that it broke your heart. As your eyes traveled along the lines of his form, you saw no monstrosity that he usually describes. In the dim light of the candles, he appeared flawless in your gaze. Long, shiny dark hair, his pale scar filled skin, now covered by the blanket, that tells a story of survival and strength and his features that you couldn’t see now, were all a skillfully created art piece.

You turned your head to the other side, looking at a little writing table which stood in front of one of the two windows. There were many books, pergaments, quills and bottles neatly organized on its surface, apart from two objects. It was your quill and a pergamen you drew on. They were out of place among the neatly organised things on this neatly organised table .

Your pergamen depicted Severus the way you saw him. His sharp features are drawn with a fluid line, long amber hair giving them a living frame and dark eyes shining in the warm light you created. You mixed many shades together, creating a vibrant portrait of the usually grumpy potions master.

He walked in while you did the finishing touches of his portrait. You heard his rhythmic steps halt to a stop right behind you. You didn’t hear any sign of movement from him after that, so you stole a look at him.

There he stood, froze in place and time, mouth slightly open as he stared at his portrait made by your hands. He's never seen himself in a more beautiful light. You illustrated his features perfectly, yet when he looked at your art it wasn’t the same face he saw in the mirror.

Yours were a shining star, illuminated with a pure light from within, which sparkled through the nebulas of his eyes and landed him a handsome complexion.

However, when he saw his own image, there were no stars, no light, no beauty. Only a dry desert under the cold void without any trace of charm, suffocating under an invisible force.

“You don’t like it?” - you hesitantly broke the silence.

“I do! It’s just .. so beauteous.” - he whispered into the silence that sat between you two, still looking at your drawing.

“It looks like that, because this is how I see you dear.”

“What?!”

Your words shook him from his trans, now baring his dark eyes into yours. You read uncertainty, and a huge chunk of hope but most permanently disbelieve in them. As he stood there before you, something passionate burned behind his eyes. But before you could utter any other words, he shut them, watered them down so they couldn’t penetrate through the endless sky of his eyes.

“You can’t possibly mean that.”

“Yes I do!” - now you stood up fully to animate how much you meant your words. -“ I think you are the prettiest in the world.”

You tried to reason with him, explain that he is indeed handsome and not at all disgusting, but to no avail. He shut the burning flames of him deep inside and you saw it was a lost battle on your side.

This cat-mouse dance went on all day, until the evening scene we saw at the beginning.

As you laid there you made up your mind. This won’t do. You thought a thousandth time since that afternoon. You looked at him again. He wasn’t sleeping. You could tell by the posture of his shoulders and tense muscles under his nightgown. He was thinking.

You pulled yourself up, gently bringing your arm around his slim shoulders, caressing his arms while hinting a few kisses on his neck. You loved his neck so much. Most of the time hidden under layers of clothing, the skin is extremely delicate there. So pale, and showing his purple and red veins pulsating under, racing with each other at your touch. His Adam apple sticking out so much, the slightest movement visible.

He immediately leaned into your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lungs. You gently pulled him towards you, so now he was laying on his back. Sky-dark eyes bore into yours, blinking in the dim light. Oh god, he was so so gorgeous! Sheepishly looking up at you, already blushing and you haven’t even done anything. There were many aspects you loved about him, you couldn’t even list your favourite, but him becoming a shy, flushed mess at the littlest of praise was in your top five.

You continued to attack his neck with kisses, while you slowly removed his nightgown.

Then you looked down. His usually cold, calculated eyes now burned with a passion, mirroring the flames of the candles in the room. His breath started to become uneven and his pale skin, like an untouched canvas, started to bare your brushworks. Reddening flames formed in his chest and burned the path all the way up his neck, cheeks and ears.

“You are beautiful, Severus.” - his lips opened immediately to disagree, but you sealed them with your own, slowly savouring him. You started to run your fingers along the curves of his chest, lighting fires in his skin along the way. Little whimpers began to escape from his mouth, silently pleading for more.

“Look at you Sev. You look so pretty whimpering below me” - you leaned down, whispering into his ears. You started to play with his obsidian hair, laying his locks on his chest and shoulders and running your fingers through them. “Say that you are pretty and I’ll touch you.” - you said, looking him straight into the eyes.

“N-no, I mean—“

“Just say the words Severus, and I’ll give you what you need. You need to be touched don’t you? “

“Yes s-sir.” - he managed to say out loud between his little whining nosies, moving desperately beneath you.

“Then be a good boy, and tell me how pretty you are.”

Ah those words again! Your praises set his insides on fire and freeing hundreds of butterflies in his chest all at once. The power you held over him scared him at first, but now it was his safety net. He could do anything and make any noise, he knew you wouldn’t mock him. You needed to say only a word and he would be on his knees in front of you, as if praying before his god. And now again, calling him a ‘good boy’ even though he didn’t deserve it, how would he have the strength to deny your order?

“I-I’m p-prett-y.”

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” - you purred, as your hands started to work on his slender form. Fingers pulled and twisted sensitive nipples and lips showered soft scars with kisses. - “ You deserve this, Severus. You are so delicate, my handsome prince. “ - and he lost it. He sank deeper and deeper into that velvety bliss, leaving himself fully at your care. His loud moans filled the room with a few desperate ‘please’s. His whole body and mind gave into the pleasure, dancing and following your touch. His hips found those one rhythm, moving skippin up and down, making his hard member bouncing on his belly.

“Tell me how beautiful you are and I’ll touch you where you most need it, love.”

“I-I’m b-beaut-tiful-l.”

“And how beautiful, hm? The most beautiful boy. Say it aloud.” - you ordered again, making his moans more high pitched. - “The-e m-most ,ah!, b-beau-utiful!” - he managed to say between sighs, blushing into a deeper shade of red.

“Good boy, always doing your best for me.” - as your praise left your lips, you started to work your hand up and down his member. Slowly you moved your palm, giving extra attention to the tip. The sounds which escape from Snape are so close to anguish. If not for the begging, you’d think he is in pain. - “Don't stop... pl- ah! Please... more..." - mouth hangd open, as he moaned and screamed his pleas. He tried to hide his face with his arms, but you prevented it with your free hand.

“No, you can’t hide. You’ll look at me and let me see that gorgeous face of yours.” - he tried to fulfill your wish while his head sank deeper into the pillows, struggling to stop his eyes rolling back into his skull. His whole body was shaking at this point, hips desperately meeting your movements in mid-air while tears mixed with sweat on his face.

He looked so pathetic as he was struggling against your touches. Both flying him to heaven and leaving him without release. You adored that only you could push him into this state. So pathetic yet so beautiful still, gladly burning between the flames you created. -“Pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“I don’t understand what you want if you don't use your words.”

“I nee- hmm, need to-to cum..”

“I want to hear you say that you are stunning. Then I’ll let you cum.”

“No s-sir ahh-I —“

“We can continue this all night, but you aren’t allowed to cum, until I hear those words from your pretty lips.” - and you cruelly pumped your hand faster all the way of his length, never stopping or slowing down. You watched as he fell apart, panting, crying and groaning oh so beautifully. As his pleasure took over, all the gates in his mind broke, freeing and waking him from a long slumber. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed release so badly!

“Ah-I’m-h s-stunni-ing!”

“Yes, you are stunning my love. Now cum for me, pretty boy.” - and he did with his full body, muscles tightened as more pleasure washed over him, hips bucking high up above the bed to thrust deeper into your hand, eyes rolling back deep into his skull. He moaned so loudly it could’ve been in a pornfilm.

He was floating in ecstasy as he felt your light touch, gently cleaning him and covering his form with the warm blanket. You crawled under the blanket, pulling him into a tender hug.

“Will you believe me now, when I say I see you as a magnificent prince?”

“Hmmm, maybe”

You two chuckled and continued to cuddle behind the shield of pillows deep in Snape’s private chambers. The whole school will be in shock tomorrow, seeing the-usually-very-grumpy-potions master shining with glee.

[lilkrabss]

He’s just a little guy. A little cold bean.

[ravenshavenn]

Submissive Snape headcanon

NSFW - Snape X fem reader

summary - what would Snape be like if he bottomed for you in bed?

It started with you giving him some kind of affection, anything from soft kisses to simply slipping your hand into his as you walked

His painful inexperience made him incredibly responsive to any kind of physical touch especially with the loving looks that you would give him, it made him instantly melt

When you first discovered this you were pleasantly surprised, having expected him to remain fairly cold and distant with you, as always but you soon learnt how to play this discovery to your advantage

Beginning your evenings with simple adoration for him always put him in a needy mood wanting more and more of you as the night went on his big dark eyes begging for your attention

It was easy for him to relax under your gentle caress after that, knowing that for some reason you did truly love him and that he was safe, allowing him to mumble his consent to you through breathy moans

You found that he enjoyed you taking charge in simple forms of affection like kisses, carefully leading into more intimate actions with your hand slowly making its way from his chest to his already hard member

From the simplest of kisses he'd already become embarrassingly hard but he'd learnt that you took it as a compliment, whispering how wonderfully he was doing into his ear telling him that he was a good boy and that he was being so perfect for you

During these kisses you'd slowly trail a hand down to his chest, slipping it underneath his shirt to delicately tweak at his nipples, he had discovered with your help that they were awfully sensitive and you were always rewarded with a high pitched whine when you gave them the attention that they deserved as the potions professor couldn't resist throwing his head back in pleasure, dark hair spilling out across the mattress

Although, nothing aroused him quite like your voice, he'd often been told that his voice was one of his most attractive qualities but he couldn't see how, compared to you and the filth you would admit to wanting to do to him or were in the process of doing as he whined out desperately

Severus had always been a generous lover, not quite believing that he deserved any form of pleasure, which meant that by the time he was comfortable with you he was already a master of satisfying you with his tongue, following your carful instructions as he bucked his hips into the mattress, his nose brushing against your clit and his tongue circling your entrance was one of his favourite evening activities

From there you'd ensure that he did exactly as you said, anything else might earn him a smack on the ass or an aggressive nibble on his pale neck

Finally by the end of the night you would have him withering underneath you watching as his dark eyes fluttered closed, his mouth hung open letting out wanton moans that were by far the most arousing thing you'd ever heard as you grinded down onto him

You'd whisper more paise into his ear knowing that he'd never get enough of it before pressing kisses along his jaw and neck making sure to leave a mark or two for the morning

Tugging on his hair as you came, Severus soon following you'd both end the night cuddling, fetching various ointments and potions from the bathroom to help sooth each other, although Severus normally needed more attention that you after your possessive markings of his neck and chest

With you both thoroughly satisfied you'd drift into a peaceful sleep feeling completely safe in each others arms and more than ready to make sure your Prince felt just as loved the next night or the morning if you got your way

[snapemalfoy]

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.’’ 𝙃𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩.

18+, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs. ⵊ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs, ꜰ/ᴍ ᴏʀᴀʟ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ/ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ,ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

•

The wand that sits tightly in your grip feels abnormally heavy, despite its very lightweight material. You stare down your arm as the tip of your wand points at his chest. You’ve been angry before but you’ve never felt a rage quite like this. This is different, the feeling is something that words fail to describe.

The anger within you burns brighter as he sits there and takes it. His eyes staring into yours like he’s sorry. Like he’s the one who’s hurting. Fucking 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚. How 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 he.

“Get the fuck out.”

Your voice steady, and cold. The last time you saw him, you were in tears as he promised he’d come back soon. But now, you have your wand to him, ready to send off whatever spell you see fit.

“You and I both know you’re not actually going to do anything. Hand that over.” His tone is gentle, and quiet. It’s the same tone he’d speak to you with everyday. The voice you once loved so much, now makes you enraged and disgusted.

𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠.

You take a step forward, digging your wand into his chest, causing a small indentation to form on his robes. You’d do it, you’d send a spell off, that’ll show him. Maybe then, he’ll hurt. Hurt like the way you hurt now, the way you’ve been hurting these past three years.

You constantly reminded yourself that you moved on. You met another man, dated him for a while but deep down you knew that no one would ever match up to Severus. The way he held you after a long day of teaching, the way he’d plant kisses on your face every morning to wake you up, the way he’d wrap his arms around you, trapping you in a bear hug, the way he made love to you.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

The anger you’re feeling is fueled at the way he showed up here, made himself comfortable, walked in as if he still owned you.

Your arm began to tremble and you grit your teeth in a pathetic attempt to hold back your tears, to keep the hysterics from coming up your throat. Your eyes followed his form as he pushed himself up, standing over you. You used to love that, the way his height would tower over you. He didn’t even push your wand away, or take it, and you know he has the strength to do it. He continued to allow you to hold your only weapon to him.

As you cock your head to look up at him, one of the many things you used to adorn about Severus, is one of the many things you now hate about him. You now 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 about him.

You know you can’t hold out much longer, your grip is faltering, as well as the tough front you’re putting on.

God 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩.

“Get 𝙤𝙪𝙩.” You say again. The once cold fury you spoke with, is slowly washing away.

“You’re gonna get hurt love. Please, let me.”

Goosebumps form on your skin at the familiar nickname, your heart now beating up the inside of your chest. You could do it, you know. Say the two little words that would end everything right here. He 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 you, 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 you, like it was easy. As if you never mattered to him. And now, three years later, he’s in your living room, calling you love, and acting as if you weren’t about to kill him the second he walked in.

But like Severus said, we both know you won’t do it, won’t say the words that’ll end his existence. It’s why he’s still here, standing before you, taking his punishment with a brave face and attitude. He knows you don’t have it in you to hurt someone, let alone kill them. You’re too 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. This side of you is completely foreign to him, but he knows your true self. And knows, that this is all talk.

But Severus, isn’t all that patient.

Severus came to you to explain, to talk to you about how a few days turned into three years. He wanted you to understand that he did this to protect you, to keep you out of harms way. He wants you to know what the Dark Lord was up to, and for you to see why he had done what he did. Severus ignores the tightening of his pants as his cock twitches behind them. It’s been so long since he’d seen you. You’re still as beautiful as before, and for some unknown, strange reason, this display, is turning him on.

He remembers the days you two trained and dueled, how you were too nervous that you’d accidentally hurt him. Severus would reassure you that nothing you did would ever hurt him.

But now, the confidence you have with your wand, 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢, is doing 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to him.

“Fuck off.” You snap, and something flashes behind Severus’ eyes. You go to move your wand to his head, but Severus is faster. Your hand is now empty as he expertly removed the weapon from you.

“Are you finished?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone continues in monotone as he speaks. You watched as he tossed your wand onto the floor, about ten feet away.

“Go to hell.” You shouted, allowing the anger to flow, consuming every inch of your being. Severus’ mouth contorts into a scowl, and you feel proud. He’s finally showing some sort of emotion, even if it’s something as little as an expression change.

Knowing he’s getting mad, is sparking something within you. It’s egging you on. It’s making you want to continue.

“Why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 are you even here? Hm?” You hiss, and he lets out a sigh. He’s becoming impatient.

“I am not here to fight with you. I want you to unders-.’’

“Fuck you, asshole.” You remark. His eyes darken, as he was interrupted and one thing about Severus is he hates being interrupted. But he hates arguing with you even more. Deep down he knows the only way to calm you down.

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.’’ He voiced, his tone dark, biting. A very clear warning evident.

“Oh 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 enough? Calling you an asshole is where you draw the line?” You say through a laugh. You didn’t take his warning, and continued on with your hurtful words, not having a single care anymore.

“Why you little-.” Severus begins before being cut off.

“Little what? Don’t even dare think about calling me any name after the 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 you 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙.” You voice.

He has no 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

You shove him, your fists making a faint noise as they came in contact with his hard chest. This action didn’t do anything to him, didn’t even cause him to step back. His impatience and irritation is etching it’s way over his features.

“Fuck you. You 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 prick.”

A small flicker of pain flashes across his face, his eyes showing the hurt he’s been hiding, seeing how upset you are with him, is 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 him.

You knew that was below the belt, but you didn’t care. You’ve been holding in all this betrayal and pain for three years, and the object of your hate is standing before you. Making it worse.

You’d always imagine the future the two of you would have. Getting married, moving into a small cottage near the beach, having a child, and Severus retiring. To live a life of peace, and happiness.

But now, all you want is him to disappear, to stay gone like he was.

Severus’ breathing was becoming uneven, and you recognized the signs. Severus was getting angry. He was always so good at keeping that side away from you, but there were a few times you’d witness it. He’d come home after tasks and meetings, still pent up with adrenaline and stress and those were the nights your face would be mushed up against the wall or the floor as he fucked his frustrations out into you. These sessions would leave you unsteady, legs weak and wobbly. Your skin covered in red and purple marks from where his lips would latch on. Your voice would come out raspy as your throat would be overused and your holes abused. Severus would hold you tight, planting soft kisses from your head to your feet. Treating you like the princess he saw you as. You understood the stress he’d have of being a double agent, as you were once in that position.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙.

“Watch it now.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You felt a smirk forming and didn’t try to hide it.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “What the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 are you going to do?” You spit as you go to shove him again, being stopped as Severus gently gripped your wrists in his hands. This gesture didn’t stop you.

“You think you can come here and act like shits going to be sweet. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 you. I made a life out of myself. You were gone for three years. Three 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 years Severus.” He let’s go at the sound of his name, taking a step back. You watched as his jaw clenched.

“𝙄. 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙊𝙣. So do us both a favor and choke.” You snapped, poison filling your veins as rage came over you.

“𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 you and your disgusting 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 face. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 whatever excuse you’re going to come up with. I don’t care to hear it.” You spill, the atmosphere fills up with nothing but your rage.

“I never want to see you again! I hate you! I 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞-.”

Before you’re able to finish your distasteful words, your back is now up against the wall. Your breath knocked out of you, and your heads spinning. As you waited for your eyes to un-blur, you feel fingers wrap around your jaw and chin, holding you head steady. Once your eyes have cleared you see Severus’ face, inches from your own. His pupils are blown, and this is the angriest you’ve even seen him.

“I told you to watch it.” He sneers.

“Fuck you.” You say through smushed lips, ignoring his warning for the second time.

“You 𝙖𝙧𝙚 going to listen to me, you brat. I came here to talk, like an adult, but if this is how you want to behave, fine. But you will listen to me.” He says, squeezing your face.

Flashbacks of the times he’s had you pinned to this wall float back into your head, making you feel ashamed at the way your cunt clenches. You push your legs together slightly to hopefully ease the ache you feel in your clit.

But most of all, you hope 𝙝𝙚 doesn’t notice.

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.

“I have spent these past three years fixing 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. To keep not just you, but the entirety of the wizarding world 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚- only to come back and find out you 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣.” His tone softer, but still angry.

“I 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 back, and I heard the 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Your words came out slurred, from the grip he still held on you.

“You didn’t think I’d heard.” He continues, ignoring the throb coming from his crotch.

“Hearing that you’re out and about, sitting pretty on 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 man’s 𝙖𝙧𝙢. Do you know 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡?” Severus’ tone got louder as his jealously became apparent.

“You left me, remember that. Answer me this then. Why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 would I have stayed? You were 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 Severus. You 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 to me.” Severus let go, pushing himself away from the wall and away from you. Watching as he did this, made you burn.

“I was coming back to propose. Be welcomed home by my 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 loving partner. But all I was greeted with was stories about you 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 another man.” He snapped while his back faced you.

“So that gives you the right to be angry with me? As if I’m the one who 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨 you something? Don’t be absurd.” You snap, as you readjust against the wall. Resting your head on the dry wall as you made an attempt to restrain yourself.

Severus whirls on you then, slamming his palm against the wall by your head. His spare hand finds your wrists, restraining you before you had a chance to push him again.

“It was all lies. I’m not stupid Severus. Lies after fucking lies. I was probably just a cover for you. All that sweet shit you’ve told me, you didn’t mean any of-.”

Severus’ hand finds your face again, his thumb resting firmly against your chin, enough pressure to keep your eyes on him.

“Don’t you ever.” Severus begins, his grip on your wrists tightening, causing you to gasp. “𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 say that shit to me again.” He says.

You steered your eyes from him, avoiding contact until you were able to push the blush back. You felt the wetness forming between your thighs, and 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 he couldn’t pick up on the signs.

It’s 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 and you know it, just like you know that you’re still his.

In a last ditch effort, you bring your knee up, attempting to kick him away. And just like before, he stopped you. Blocking your swing easily. His grip on your hands let up, allowing you to push his hand from your face.

“I meant every word. Every 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 word. I 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 the Dark Lord and came back, for you. Only to hear that you were out, playing 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 house with some piece of shit man.”

No.

“You’re a liar.” Your voice came out smaller than you expected. Your hatred moving from him to yourself as you feel yourself folding, and giving up.

“Get out Severus.” Your face feels hot, knowing that the blush you pushed down earlier has come back, and won.

“𝙉𝙤.”

Severus says as he stalks towards you. His voice rough, and hard. Even after all this time, he’s still as handsome as before. His hair much longer now, and pulled back into a low ponytail. Taking in his features, you swallow back your embarrassment as the ache in your clit worsens.

“Please, get out.” The bite that once contaminated your voice has faded to nothing but a mere memory.

“Or what love?” He questions. His tone cocky yet gentle.

You hands come up to shove him again, and he catches you. A small smirk forming on the corners of his lips.

“Just say it love. Say those words. I know you want too.” Severus chuckles, knowing he’s caught you.

You do nothing but shake your head and look away, hiding the tears that are on the brink of spilling.

Severus knows you. He knows you better then you know yourself. He knows when you’re upset, happy, or angry. Even when you don’t say anything. He knows that if he was to reach into your pants, he’d feel nothing but how wet you are for him.

“Now let me ask 𝙮𝙤𝙪 something.” He mewls into your ear.

“That man you were with, did he treat you the way I treated you? Did he take care of you love? But most of all, did he 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 you the way I did?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

That was one of your favorite little quirks of his. The way he’d cock his head in a teasing manner. Especially when asking you things. It would be the fastest way to turn you into a puddle.

You shut your eyes tightly. Trying your hardest to bring back the hate you felt when you first saw him in your living room. You had your wand against him, ready to kill him and now look at you. Nothing but a mess, pushed up against the wall.

“You’re calling me a 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 among other nasty names when you’re over here soaking wet for me? How does that work 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? Tell me.” Severus’ lips are by your neck, leaving behind nothing but ghostly traces.

You couldn’t do anything. You’re pinned between a rock and a hard place. You’re left speechless as the truth sinks in. You’re still his, you’ve always been his. Even when you were with that man. Who was he compared to Severus? No body. You lied, you didn’t move on and both of you know it, just like how both of you know, you’re. still. his.

“Was he able to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours? Was he able to make you cum?” Severus’ hand toys with the waistband of your pants, causing you to buck your hips towards him. He sneers, and pushes you back against the wall.

His fingers dance around your collarbones and neck, causing a shiver to go up your back. A gasp slips from your lips as you feel his hand slide under your pants and down the front of your panties, groaning as he feels the wetness that’s seeped through the soft fabric.

As the room fills with your gentle moans you think about how much you missed this, missed him. He was correct, the guy you dated for a brief time was nice and all but he didn’t know how to fuck you. He didn’t know how to be rough with you. He wasn’t confident or strong like Severus.

“He didn’t make you this wet, did he?” Severus asked in between the marks he was leaving on your neck. You pants have fallen now, sitting around your ankles as he ran a finger over the fabric that kept your cunt covered. You shook your head in reply.

“Such a whore. He didn’t deserve to be with a whore like you.” He mewled as he pulled your panties down, revealing your slit. The moans that seeped out were pitiful as he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He shoved one finger, then another, and then a third inside you, working them back and forth as your walls clenched around them. You thrust your hips forward, into him, causing Severus to groan. The sight of you like this, to anybody else made him angry, jealous, and hateful towards the man he’s never met.

Severus always knows when you’re close to an orgasm. The way you writhe against him, how your eyes would squeeze shut, how you’d beg for his cock.

But you’re not getting what you want that easily. Severus is still mad at you.

Right as your orgasm was approaching, he ripped his fingers from you, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He pulled away from you, holding onto your shoulder gently as he pushed you to the floor. Your cheek is mushed against the carpet as you feel one hand grip your waist, holding you in place. There were no words, no warning, no noise as he pushed his the tip of his cock into you. A loud gasp comes from you as your body learns to take his size again. You hear a chuckle come from behind you.

“Did you forget how to take my cock love?” Severus groaned as his length sank into you. He remembers how tight you were the first time you two had sex, but forgot how warm you were and how his dick would feel strangled from your tightness.

“Did he fuck you this way? Face mashed into the floor with your ass up like the dirty slut you are?” His hands tightening around your hips as he waits for your answer. “N-no.” You stutter out as he pushes another inch into you.

“You’re not deserving of the couch, or the bed for what you said to me. You think I’m going to let that slide just because I love you? No.” He says as he thrusts his full length into you, causing you to cry out at the sudden fullness.

Severus groans as he feels the way your walls hold his cock, just like a piece of a puzzle being put together. He watches as your grab at the rug as he pounds into you.

“Did you really think you could move on from me?” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“N-no, I.” Your words come out in broken sentences as your spot is being massaged roughly by the tip of his cock.

“That’s what” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“You said to me love” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“You said” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That you hated me” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That you never wanted” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“To see me again” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I-so.” You attempt at an apology was cut short.

He’s rocking into you with such purpose, slamming himself as deep as he can into your hole in this position. Severus’ pace picks up and a hand comes forward, grabbing a handful of your hair, and pulling you up so that your back is resting against his torso. The hand that once held your hip is now around your neck. He can feel your orgasm approaching as the grip around your neck firmed. Severus caught on rather quick and his pace slowed again, causing your moans to turn into pathetic whimpers as he denies you again.

“Answer me.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“Is it true, that you don’t want” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“To see me again?” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I-lied. I’m so-sorry.” You cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you crave for him to go harder.

“You wanted me to get out.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That’s what you said to me.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I di-didn’t mean it.” Your words muffle as he holds your throat. He pulls himself out, and you push your hips back in a pathetic attempt to cum.

He stands, pulling you with him by your hair as he sits down on the couch.

“𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚.” He demanded and you straddled his hips. Lowering yourself slowly and it felt like you were being split in half.

Severus held onto your hips, and thrusted roughly once into you. You shrieked as his cock filled you up. You leaned forward to nuzzle your face into his neck.

“No. I want to see your face as you cum around my cock.” He says as he propped you back up.

The room filled with the mixtures of your cries and his groans as you bounced up and down on his thick member.

“Sev-Severus pl-please.” You whined as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“Tell me, tell me what you want love. I’ll give-.” He said through moans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you forward. Your face meeting his hair.

“Cu-cumming.” You moan turned into a cry as you tried holding it off, not sure if you’ll be denied again.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Make a mess on me, you’re okay.” He cooed into your ear. His reassurance and praise threw you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as he fucks you through it.

Severus fucks you from below as you ride him, creating a perfect rhythm.

“Used to fuck- my fist to the thought- of you love. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠.” Severus cuts off as he feels your walls clench around him, another orgasm coming.

Severus can feel his balls tighten as his orgasm approaches.

“I’m never-leaving my love again.” Severus groaned, his thrusts becoming messy. Your eyes roll back as Severus hugs you tighter.

“𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, I-I’m gonna-.” He groans out as he fills you up, painting your walls white. He slows his pace as the high wears off, pulling you from him so he can look at you.

His hands caress your face, gently pushing your hair out of your eyes. He smiles as he takes in your glossed over pupils, and bright pink cheeks.

“I’m sorry for leaving and I promise to explain it all to you once we’ve both settled. I love you.” He whispers as he massaged your temples. Proper words and sentences fail you and all you’re able to say is

“I love you.”

[galbalmuhet]

Here, in Severus arms, love and desire were coming together for her in the most perfect way possible... 🖤

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[marvel-snape-writes]

What if snape fucking you in his potions closet and he has to muffle your cries with his big hand🫣and he tells you he’ll use truth serum on you if you don’t tell him exactly what you’re feeling 😵‍💫

Come On Time

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuuut

2.5k words Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope I did it some kind of justice 🫣🫶

Severus recognised her footsteps the moment he heard them echoing down the corridor. His mind immediately fell victim to trying to guess what she would be wearing; something revealing to entice him what he could have later, something excessively covered up to keep him guessing, or, perhaps, nothing… just like a couple of nights before.

His head turned in the direction of her footsteps, though his face remained expressionless. Once she was in clear view, she flashed him a smile, but it did come across a little weary.

“Sorry, Professor, I—” She began before he cut her off abruptly.

“Were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.” He finished her sentence for her in his own words, though he more spat than spoke.

“I… got caught up.” She swallowed hard, able to feel his temper through the air.

“Sh.” He brought his index finger to his lips and glanced up and down the corridor before reaching behind him and placing his hand on the door handle, “Come quietly.”

She nodded and followed him inside, feeling her heart rate increased as the door shut behind her. He paced to the far end of the Potions Closet and huffed loudly, his cloak swishing as he moved.

“Time escaped me, Severus…” She spoke timidly as she walked cautiously behind him.

“Enough.” He raised his hand and turned around, “You were made fully aware of the amount of time I have between classes,” His eyes walked all over her body, his lips remaining parted before speaking again, “And, yet, you failed to come when I asked.”

“Severus— uh, Professor, it was not my intention to come so late,” She spoke uneasily, “I swear…”

“No… excuses…” He shook his head, moving their faces closer between words and raising one of his large hands to cup her face in.

“I-I’m sorry.” She whispered, daring to place her hands upon his chest.

“’Sorry’ just isn't going to cut it this time, I'm afraid.” He flashed her a smirk, their lips only inches apart this time.

“How long have you got?” She asked, tickling her lips against his.

“Fifteen minutes less than I'd like.” He grumbled, finally claiming her lips.

Her hands moved to hold onto the lapels of his large overcoat and she pulled him forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss almost immediately. Snape stumbled forward slightly and placed his hands against the shelf just above her shoulders to steady himself.

“Mm, desperate…” She teased as their bodies collided, kissing him now with parted lips.

“Do not test my patience any further, Eleanor…” His grip on the shelves tightened and his kisses became less forgiving.

Their eyes fell shut and Eleanor’s hand slipped down the front of his body until they met with the front of his trousers, instinctively massaging her palm against him with each kiss. Severus’ hands moved to her hips and he whimpered against her lips, feeling his neediness already beginning to become obvious in the crotch of his pants. He pulled at her bottom lip and pushed his body forward against hers, pausing slightly when he heard the several glass bottles knock against each other as the shelf wobbled.

“This won't do,” He spoke in between breaths, pulling back slightly, “We’ll cause too much of a disturbance if all these come tumbling down.”

“What, and throwing me around your Potions Closet won't cause a disturbance?” She smirked.

“Sometimes I only kiss you to shut- you- up.” He snarled against her lips, lifting her off the ground and placing her on his desk.

“Bloody charming.” She giggled, leaning up to kiss him as her hands immediately darted to his crotch, desperately trying to unfasten his pants.

Severus didn't respond this time, only by grunting harder against her lips. His hands found the hem of her dress and he pushed it up slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. His fingertips slipped under the hem of her dress this time and brushed back and forth over her tights that were clung skin-tight to her thighs. Eleanor’s hand purposefully slipped from the fastening of his pants to instead grasping his hardened length through the material. Only seconds after her hand found his cock, Severus’ hand found her neck and grasped it loosely.

“Do not taunt me,” He warned, nipping at her lips, “I assure you it will not result in a gentle outcome.”

“What if that's what I want?” She asked, gripping the crotch of his trousers again and tugging them open.

“First, you don't show up for me on time, and now…” He gasped quietly when he felt her pull the zip of his crotch down properly.

“And now, Professor?” She arched a brow, their lips less than an inch apart.

He didn’t answer.

“Has the sharp-tongued Professor finally lost his tongue, hm?” She began to smirk until Severus gripped her hips and pulled her off the table, spinning her around and pushing her against it.

“I don't know how you have the nerve…” He spoke each word sharply, grasping onto her thighs and roughly pushing them apart — silently to her delight.

“Hmm?” She placed her hands flat against the table, gasping with a wide grin as Severus reached between her legs this time and ripped a desperate hole in her tights, swallowing hard and then parting his lips when he noticed there was no further material underneath, “I came unaccompanied by underwear, what more could you want from me?”

“There comes a time,” He spoke as he frantically pushed down the front of his own underwear, “When she just needs to be bent over the desk, and asked…” His lip twitched as he lined himself up with her properly, wasting no time in thrusting his hips forward and leaning over her as his head dipped to whisper lowly into her ear, “’So, what's all that attitude about?’”

“Are you going to punish me, Professor?” She asked, biting down on her lip hard to try and stop herself from moaning now he was all the way inside her, “For not coming on time, hm?”

“Oh, I'm going to make you cum on time…” He gritted his teeth, starting to move his hips, “Cum on my time.”

Eleanor’s head fell forward in pleasure as Severus’ thrusts became more frequent and fast, trying her best to keep her moans to a minimum. Severus’ hands remained clamped onto her waist, shaking his hair out of his face as it began to move with each motion of his hips. His eyes fell shut and rolled back in pleasure, his jaw locking with each thrust.

“S-Sev, mmmh…” Eleanor whimpered, her grip on the table tightening as his thrusts from behind her only grew faster.

“Hold on tight, Princess, there's two whole days of not having you pent up in these thrusts.” He snarled, smirking wickedly as he briefly made the table legs squeak from the force of his hips.

“Two whole days of not having me, hm?” Eleanor grinned smugly and bit her lip for a few moments before speaking again, “Did you want me that badly, Professor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly, moaning several times under his breath as his length pulsated while it slid in and out of her with ease.

“And you didn't think to think of me and touch yourself?” She dared herself to ask. The grin remained on her lips for a few more short moments before letting out a pleasure-filled shriek when Severus’ response to her question was a harsh palm across her bottom.

He followed this with an assertive, “Do not be absurd.”

His hips gained a rough speed as if punishment for her question. It was punishment she liked, though; letting out a blissful cry. Severus let this one slide, also grunting himself each time he harshly thrust his hips forward. He squeezed his eyes shut from the delight of his throbbing length filling her perfectly each time his hips moved forward. Eleanor’s hands began to shake against the table as her grip weakened from the strength of his movements, moans now uncontrollably falling from her lips as he repeatedly slammed his hips forward. The sounds of her moans, however, were what shook him out of his trance; the sudden realisation that her moans could most likely be heard from outside the Potions Closet dawned on him — sending both fear and thrill of them both getting caught.

“Severus, fu-!” She tried to shout in pleasure before she found his large hand clasp around her mouth.

“Quiet!” He commanded, fighting off his own moan as he spoke shakily this time, “Y-You’ll get us caught…”

“Mmh, g.. f…bid… pe..pl…f…nd…ou…Prof…Sn..p…ac..t…lly…h…s…ex…” Was all that she could manage to murmur into the palm of his hand.

“What was that?” He snapped, thinning his lips when he felt her press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before he brought it away to allow her to speak properly.

“I-I said…” She tried to gather her breath in order to speak in full sentences and found this increasingly hard from the relentless thrusts of his hips now knocking her into the table each time, “God forbid people find out Professor Snape actually has sex…”

“Don't be a fucking brat.” He growled lowly, gripping onto her tighter.

“Or what?” She practically moaned out her words, her fingertips now turning white from how hard she was holding onto the moving table.

“Or I'll fuck you like a brat,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “And you’ll tell me exactly how it feels.”

“B..But…” She whimpered, already finding it hard not to make any sound, “H-How do I do that without us… g-getting caught?”

“You tell me and not the whole fucking world.” Severus fired back quickly, his movements stopping completely as he leaned over her to breathe into her ear, “Or I'll force-feed you the Truth Serum and then you’ll have no choice but to tell the whole world how you meet up with your old Professor in secret to fuck in his Potions Closet between lessons just so you can get a good reference from your work experience.”

“I…” She lost her breath — and train of thought — just from his words alone; turning her on even more than she thought possible.

“You can stand in front of everyone in the Great Hall and tell them how it feels to have your old Professor, the one that you despised so much, how it feels to have his cock pounding into you until you come apart for me…” He smirked evilly against her skin, pressing a singular kiss behind her ear before whispering even lower this time, “How, at times, I've had you beg for mercy, beg for faster, beg for harder… Beg on your knees for my cock.”

“S-Sev…” She could barely speak through her aroused state.

“Are you going to behave?” He spoke cruelly slowly into her ear, hovering his hand over her mouth again, “And tell mehow it feels? You won't even have to beg if you comply to simple instruction…”

She nodded, desperate to feel his movements again.

“Good girl.” He grinned wickedly and placed his hands against her hips again, standing up straight.

Eleanor braced herself, knowing she had earned herself a pleasure-filled punishing. Severus remained teasingly still for a few moments before he roughly began to plunge himself forward again, so hard Eleanor swore she could see stars.

“Fuck, Severus!” She gasped in a high pitched whisper, already having to grasp onto the table from the strength of his thrusts, “O-Only your cock is capable of doing this to me… making me feel like this.” She whimpered as her body began to shake in pleasure.

“That's because only my cock is allowed to do this…” He growled, a hint of possession in his voice.

“I-It feels so…” She bit her lip hard before her mouth fell open in delight, “S-So fucking good…”

The table squeaked beneath them and Severus’ fingertips began to dig into the material covering her hips. The two of them filled the Potions Closet with subtle noises of delight as their eyes remained tightly shut, both of them getting closer and closer to their climax.

“O-Oh, my… fuck.” Severus began to lose himself, his knees threatening to buckle as his hips continued at a merciless pace.

“I-I don't ever want another man to have me like this…” Eleanor panted out her words, the heat in the pit of her stomach starting to spread, “G-Good reference or not, no one can fuck me like you, Severus.”

“A-Agh!” Severus let out a strangled cry of pleasure, suddenly reaching his orgasm as a result of her words and in turn shocking himself and Eleanor at how quick it was.

“Sev! Mmm…” Eleanor moaned as his thrusts became more and more clumsy.

“C-Cum for me, Eleanor…” He leaned over her again, his lips lingering against the back of her neck as he continued to shoot his release inside her with each shaky thrust, “Fuck, I used to love it when we’d cum together. Cum for me… Now. Now!”

“P-Professor!” Her breathing almost cutout as her own climax shortly followed, sending tingles of bliss throughout her entire body. She gripped onto the table the best she could, and though she used it to bear her weight, the amount of pleasure coursing through her made her feel like she was about to collapse onto the floor.

They moved against one another until their orgasms were ridden out, the room now becoming filled with their heavy breathing and musky, scandalous scent instead. Severus stood up properly and inhaled deeply, tucking himself back into his pants and fastening them back up. He ran his fingers back through his hair in an attempt to fix it back into a presentable state as Eleanor readjusted her dress after straightening herself back up, both their faces flushed.

“Here,” Severus said firmly, reaching for a small goblet with liquid in which was placed on a conveniently close shelf and handing it to her, “I already made it before you came.”

“Hm?” She arched a brow, playfully playing dumb as she took the Contraceptive Potion from him, “What happens in the Potions Closet stays in the Potions Closet, right?”

“Something like that.” He nodded, though allowed a brief chuckle to escape his lips.

“Bold of you to assume I'd let you have your way with me in here.” She teased, drinking from the goblet.

“What's the difference between this time and every other spare moment we get without prying eyes or students?” Snape narrowed his eyes briefly, “Besides, I think what you mean to say is ‘bold of you to assume I was going to be late so had to make this potion before I arrived because you knew there would be little time after.’”

“Excuse me?!” Eleanor snorted out a quiet laugh, trying to come across as offended as she swatted his chest lightly.

“Oh, come on,” Severus rolled his eyes, “You can't even cum on time, let alone come on time.”

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[simpforsnape]

Daddy Duties.

Severus Snape x Reader

wordcount: 640

warnings: Fluff, Minor errors. (Severus is a good daddy <3)

Credit to the creator of this gif.

C/N- Child’s Name - Y/N- Your Name

Severus stood at the front of his classroom, his wand in one hand and a stack of essays in the other. He had just finished lecturing his fifth-year Slytherins on the finer points of potion-making when he heard a small voice calling out to him.

"Daddy!"

Severus turned to see his three-year-old daughter, C/N, toddling down the aisle between the desks. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her curly hair was tied back into two messy pigtails.

"C/N" Severus said, his voice softening with his eyes glued on her. "What are you doing here?"

"Bumblebee sent me!" C/N said, grinning up at him with her toothy smile. She was referring to Dumbledore.

Severus sighed inwardly. He glanced to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of his classroom, smiling. He had been so busy with his work that he had forgotten that you had asked him to watch C/N while you were called away to business.

"Well, you can't be here right now," Severus said, setting down his essays. "I'm teaching."

"But I want to stay with you," C/N said as she wined.

Severus hesitated. He couldn't very well send his daughter away, but he couldn't exactly have her in the classroom either. He looked around the room, searching for a solution.

Finally, he had an idea. He conjured up a small, cushioned chair and placed it at the front of the room near his desk.

"You can sit here," he said, lifting her up and placing her in the chair. "But you have to be very quiet and still. Daddy is teaching a class."

C/N nodded solemnly, her big brown eyes fixed on her father. Severus picked up his wand and resumed his lecture, keeping a watchful eye on his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

For a while, C/N was content to watch her father teach. She sat quietly in her chair, her small hands folded in her lap, as Severus droned on about the proper way to brew a healing potion. But then she grew restless.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "I'm bored." Severus could hear the nearby students giggling at the toddlers sudden outburst.

Severus sighed. "You have to be patient, C/N. Daddy will be finished soon." He mentioned, striking a stern smug toward the students to silence them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose. "But I don't like potions," she said, sticking out her bottom lip.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "You don't?”

C/N shook her head. "It's boring."

Severus couldn't help but smile. "Well, what do you like then?"

C/N thought for a moment. "I like unicorns," she said, her face lighting up.

Severus chuckled. "Unicorns?"

C/N nodded vigorously. "Can we talk about unicorns?"

Severus glanced at his class, who were all staring at him with varying degrees of amusement and confusion. He cleared his throat.

"It seems we have a new topic for today's lesson," he said dryly. "Unicorns."

Severus spent the next half hour discussing the mythology and symbolism of unicorns with his daughter, much to the amusement of his students. C/N listened, occasionally interrupting with questions. When the lesson was over, she clapped her hands in delight.

"That was fun, Daddy!" she said, beaming up at him.

Severus smiled, feeling relief wash over him. He had managed to keep his daughter entertained and had even taught his students something new.

As class was shortly dismissed, Severus paced over to C/N holding the toddler in his arms as he held her close.

He placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face. His daughter made him feel vulnerable at times. But he always embraced moments like these.

“Thank you, Daddy.” C/N smiled as she pressed her forehead against his chest.

“You are more than welcome, My sweet,” Severus replied, feeling a smile creep on his lips.

He would do this again without hesitation, just for his daughter.

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[sacredsnape]

How about a smutty date Severus x reader in a restaurant where Sev asks Reader to have a vibro in her and he has the remote control ?

This is 🔥🔥🔥

Genre: smut

Warnings: implied public/bathroom sex, use of a vibrator, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dirty talk

Masterlist

The menu you held in your hands trembled as intense waves of pleasure rolled through your soaked cunt. Your boyfriend smirked, sliding his fingers up his sleeve to increase the speed of the vibrator nestled deep inside of you.

"Severus," you whined, squirming around in your seat as a waiter approached your table. "Stop-"

"Good evening, Miss and Mister. Would you like to try our new macaroni and brie with crab?" the waiter asked, his pen poised on his notepad, ready to take your orders.

"No, thank you. May I please order the steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus, medium rare?" Severus told the waiter, failing to hide his smirk as he heard a faint whimper escape you.

"And you, Miss?" The waiter turned to face you as he finished writing down Severus's order. You bit your lip hard, your entire body hot as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"Just t-the smoked salmon p-pasta, please," you stammered, screwing your eyes shut as you teetered on the edge of orgasm. The waiter gave you a funny look and then nodded, scribbling down your order before walking away.

You exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the table. "Sev, please. I need to come. You haven't let me come all night," you whispered to him, your stomach beginning to burn from how desperate you were to come.

"Not until our food arrives, my love," Severus replied darkly, turning on the pulse setting on the remote. You gasped loudly, drawing the attention of nearby diners. You were gushing, your underwear ruined at this point, but Severus was amused at your predicament. He lowered the speed only slightly, giving you a moment to relax before he increased it again.

"Fuck, please!" you begged him, your eyes fluttering open as your fingers dug into the tablecloth. "I've been a good girl all day, and I even wore the lingerie that you like the most-"

"Did you really?" Severus asked you, raising his eyebrows. You nodded frantically, your poor, neglected clit aching to be touched.

"Aw, baby," Severus cooed as he raised a hand to your cheek to wipe away your tears from being overstimulated. "Since I know you're dressed so sexily for me under your dress, I'll let you come."

You gasped in relief, squeezing your legs together as your climax began to crescendo. You felt a brief second of your release - intense and blissful all in one - before Severus suddenly shut off the vibrator.

You could have sobbed. Before you did, Severus grabbed your hand, gently helping you to your feet as your legs were trembling violently.

He pulled you toward him by your waist, growling in your ear, "I'm going to pound that sweet pussy of yours in the bathroom, and then you can come. I'm going to press that vibrator against your pretty clit too. Would you like that, baby?"

You were dazed by his words. Your head spun as you shakily nodded, unable to verbalize your response. Severus quickly led you to the bathroom in the corner of the restaurant, and by the time you two finished and you had come several times, your food had gone cold.

[sneepseverus]

tysm

can i recommend a snapesmut fic? i just want to see him at the yule ball finding a fem reader in a carriage and decides to help her out if yk what i mean? and they make it a regular thing but not in just a carriage in like his class and that behind a paintin in the forest idk im not sure, i would prefer if the reader was a student cause i like taboo stuff but if your not comfy can you make her his assistant? ty it would mean alot

I made the reader his assistant here! As I reread the request, I realized I also made a slight modification; I made Y/N take the lead once they were in the carriage (hope that's okay! It just felt more natural with what I had in mind 🙏)

Warnings:

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

Riding, p in v, oral (F and M receiving), fingering

Word count: ~2.3k

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" you asked teasingly, knowing fully well the answer was no. There was nothing more Severus loved than attending school events after working hours and having to act as a chaperone for developing adolescents with raging hormones. 

"Obviously," he replied, letting out a huff. 

His sarcasm never failed to make you smile. Most people found him intimidating, scary even, and you'd be lying if you said you never felt that way. However, after working with him and getting to know him these past few months, your feelings quickly became warmer, hotter even. You had sometimes spent time outside work, but it was nothing more than a quick cup of tea. 

But tonight you decided it would be different. "Now's my chance!" you thought. You put in more thought into your outfit than you usually would have for an event like this, hoping that seeing you in a different context would make him see you more than his assistant, as a person (an attractive one, at that.) You practiced many times in your head how to ask him to dance; you didn't want to come across as too imposing, but you also wanted to let him know you were interested in having something more than a professional relationship. 

However, any semblance of confidence swiftly left your body. While he did acknowledge you when you made your way next to him, his expressions suggested he didn't particularly care that you were all dolled up for this event. He was more focused on the drink in his hand and the students dancing in the center. 

Unsurprisingly, you could only focus on one thing. It was a rare sight to see him without his cloak; it almost felt a little too intimate. Fuck, all you wanted to do was rip apart all those buttons and see what was hiding underneath. And those fingers; why were they grasping a glass and not your waist? You were hoping mistletoe would appear so you'd have an excuse to kiss him and…have his mouth do other things to you.

"No, now is not the time to be thinking such things!" you thought to yourself. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple to stop as you would have liked; you could already feel the sensitivity rising in your core. 

"Excuse me!" you babbled before dashing off somewhere secluded so you could clear your mind.

You found an empty carriage outside and entered. Despite the frigid weather, it was the closest private place you could have at the moment. You took deep breaths, trying to erase all the explicit imagery forming in your head so you could carry on with the night. 

All of a sudden, you heard a bang from outside, and the door quickly opened. "Y/L/N? What are you doing here?"

Shit. "Oh! Severus, I…" you began, clearing your throat, "I needed some fresh air, is all. I'll be back inside in a moment."

"Are you certain? You looked quite flustered before scurrying off."

"Yes," you replied. "I'm all right."

"Oh, I see. My apologies. You weren't…expecting anyone were you?" he followed up, embarrassed. "If so, then I'll leave you be." Despite the darkness of the night, you noticed his fists tightening around his wand.

"Expecting anyone? Please, if it were someone, it'd be you," you blurted out, not realizing what you just insinuated until after the fact.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows.

You could feel your cheeks become hotter. "I just mean—Oh, for Merlin's sake, the truth is…I could hardly keep my eyes off you tonight. I so desperately wanted to ask you to dance, but I got scared and ran off. That’s why I’m here. There you have it," you confessed. 

You expected him to leave awkwardly, but instead, he entered the carriage before sitting across from you and closing the door. "Well, since we are being honest here, I must confess that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"What?"

"Yes. Seeing as I supervise you, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so I tried my best to look away. But I must say, you look rather beautiful tonight. I mean, not that you don't normally do, but tonight especially, with your dress and jewelry and hair and…" he rambled. "But anyway, that’s expected; what isn’t is how you could feel similarly about me."

"Are you serious?!" you exclaimed. "How could I not? You're so captivating, the way you speak and carry yourself. How can they have us work together daily and not think I'd eventually become attracted to you? I'm surprised someone as intelligent as you can't see just how sexy you are."

"Sex…y?” he repeated. "Are you really certain you’re feeling okay? I think your lack of proper outerwear has somehow halted your ability to think correctly."

"Shut up! It’s true!” you maintained. "Your voice, your mind, your hands, all of you is so sexy."

"Well, since 'professionalism' clearly no longer exists in this space…I can easily say the same about you."

You weren’t sure if you were imagining his last sentence, but there was no time to think. "Fuck, just kiss me already," you ordered.

In just a second, your arms were wrapped tightly around each other as your lips crashed. Your fingers found their way into his hair, while his were exploring your back, slowly sliding down until they reached your hips.

Inside the limited space, you settled on his lap, pressing your core against his. His eyes lowered from your face to your cleavage placed right in front of him. As you felt his hardness developing underneath his pants, you began slowly grinding against it, eliciting involuntary moans from him. "Just tell me if you want to stop at any point," you breathed, but his expressions and hands gripping your lower back were clear indications of his willingness to continue.

You could feel your wetness building, and your need to feel him inside you was only getting stronger. "I want to ride you," you blurted out. You slid off him to pull down your soaked underwear, dangling it in front of him before throwing it to the side.

He paused, taking his time to process what was happening right before him. But not too long after, his fingers slid down to his waistband, slowly unbuckling his belt. He was embarrassed but couldn't leave you being the only one pantless.

As you lifted your dress up, his own bottoms came off, revealing his aching cock. "Fuck," he let out at the sight of you sliding yourself down on him with such ease.

With him holding you to keep you balanced, you began to bounce slowly up and down, letting out a moan each time. You gripped his shoulders, staring lustfully into his eyes before he dropped his head back.

"You fill me up so well," you uttered. With whatever remaining energy you had, you placed messy kisses all over his face. "Just like I've been dreaming this whole time.” 

Although he wasn't able to let out a single word, the soft moans leaving his parting lips were enough to tell you how he felt.

You couldn't keep it together any longer. As your bounces sped up, your orgasm took over while his hot cum simultaneously spilled deeply inside you. "Severus! Ah!" you screamed. When you were certain your body could not produce any more pulses, you slid off him, trying to regain your energy.

You helped each other get your bottoms back on, but there was no way you could re-enter the room. Even if you played it cool, nobody would be able to ignore the messy hair and lipstick marks all over his cheeks.

You exited the cramped carriage, gathering your composure.

"I didn't realize we were on a first-name basis," he finally said, smirking.

"We just fucked in a carriage; I sure hope we would be."

"You're right...Y/N."

As you made your way back to the castle, trying to find an entrance where no one else would be, you linked your arms around his. "I hope we can make this more of a regular occurrence.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The next few weeks were even more exciting and scandalous than the night of the ball.

Nobody questioned you when you told your colleagues and superiors you had work to do with Severus in his office. Instead of marking papers, you were busy being bent over next to his desk while his cock filled you up, balls slapping against your skin with each pump. He had one hand gripping your hip while the other was cupping your beautiful ass. You made it clear you’d only let him fuck you if he overcame his fear of being too loud. Though his office was secluded from the rest of the castle, the thought of someone hearing him moan and groan from behind the thick walls made you come even harder. 

You thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up with your horniness, but you were soon proven wrong. One day after class ended, when Severus was certain all the students were gone, he locked the door and looked toward you cunningly. "If you’d let me, I’d like to taste that sweet pussy of yours," he confessed. 

Without hesitation, you sat on a clean table, spreading your legs widely for him to enjoy. 

His hands gripped your thighs before his fingers trailed up until they almost reached your center again, intentionally avoiding your sensitive bud. 

"Please, just eat me already," you begged.

"Shhh. Patience, my dear."

Once he was content with the number of moans escaping your mouth, he slid your panties down and placed his fingers on your mound, spreading your lips so he could get a good look at your clit. He pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply, savoring your natural scent.

Finally, he let the tip of his tongue press against you. He closed his eyes and let it slide up and down through your slit. Once he realized how wet you were, he slipped a finger inside you and let his tongue concentrate on your clit. 

You took off your top and bra before falling back against the table and fondling your boobs. Somehow he maintained a perfect rhythm, giving equal attention to your G-spot and clit.

Knowing how much you loved the sound of his voice, he intentionally let out a series of vibrating moans against you.

"Fuck, Severus, I'm about to come!" you yelled.

You thought he’d take this as a sign to continue his pace, but he pulled away instead. "That’s 'Sir,' I'm about to come."

"Sir, please let me come! Please, I need it!"

Satisfied, he continued working toward your orgasm. He was practically devouring you with the way his tongue was lapping your whole pussy. With each moan from you, he sped up his pace, not leaving until he was certain you were completely finished. 

As you tried to catch your breath, he helped you sit back up, smirking at you. Seeing how wiped out you were, he was not expecting the next few words from you.

"Now, it’s your turn!"

"W-what?"

You hopped off and held his hand, leading him to the nearest open seat. You spread his legs apart before palming his erection trapped behind the confines of his trousers. Your fingers gripped his waistband, and you proceeded to unbuckle his belt. 

He raised his eyebrows as he let you pull his bottoms off. When his leaking cock sprang out, you beamed with joy and licked your lips at the sight.

He let out a low groan as soon as your fingers wrapped around his cock and dragged up and down the entire length. You let out a puff of hot air on his tip, teasing him just like he did earlier with you.

"Shit," he whispered, clearly willing and ready. 

With your free hand now cupping his balls, you let your tongue swirl over his tip and lick up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of his thickness. 

"Mmmh," you let out, pulling away for a second to compliment how he tasted.

He placed his fingers on the back of your head to balance himself and lead you to the right spots. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up toward you, forcing you to go down deeper.

Of course, he couldn’t last for as long as you did. Thick ropes of cum shot into your mouth as he let out a booming "FUCK!" His body was shaking uncontrollably until his climax finally came to a pause. 

With sweat starting to drip down his head, he kept his eyes closed, too tired to stand back up. You wiped your mouth and helped get his lower half covered once again.

When his brain started to clear again, he slowly got out of his seat and regained control of himself. "I believe it’s time for lunch," he stated nonchalantly.

But as you made your way to the Great Hall, you pulled him aside and trapped him against the wall before placing your lips on his. You didn’t care if anyone saw; if anything, you wanted a professor to catch you in the act. "Mmmh, Severus," you let out between kisses. 

He was too flustered to know where to place his hands, but they eventually settled on your lower back. 

When you finally pulled away, he stared at you, shocked. "My goodness, Y/N. I thought I could keep up with your energy, but I’m starting to have second thoughts."

"Trust me, there will be more where that came from. You'll build your stamina up in no time. I'll see you tonight…sir," you replied before winking at him, leaving what would occur later that day to his imagination.

[deepperplexity]

Don't Be Shy

Title: Don't Be Shy

Pairing: Young!Snape x Young!Fem!Reader (ALL CHARACTERS OF AGE!)

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: Severus’s dorms, End of Seventh Year.

Theme: Drunken shenanigans with smutty goodness and praise 🖤

Inspired by: THIS fanart of Young!Snape by @simper-maximus who gave me permission to write a fanfic for it 🥰

A/N: So, hello there, it’s been a hot minute - hasn’t it? 👀🙈

As some of you know my life is CRAZY atm, not only with work but we’re moving and all that goodness as well so I’ve been inactive for a while here even if I’ve done my best to log on and try to add to our lovely community.

However, I saw this fanart of our young Snape yesterday (do check the post linked above and give it some love) and just felt inspired. So here’s a little smutty goodness of our beloved Snape at an age I rarely write - you know me loves, I want our dungeon bat on the more mature side but this young Snape just made my fingers itch. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😘

ABBR.: Y/N - Your Name

Warnings: Ejaculation, Climaxing, Masturbation, Alcohol Consumption, Provocative Language/Actions, Slight Fluff, Slight Aftercare, Praise, Shame, Praise Kink, Inexperienced!Snape, Experienced!Reader, Confident!Reader, Kissing, Oral Sex, Stripping.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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The sound of Moon Rage filled the room, the band’s hypnotic tunes with its edgy female singer easily overpowered any other sound. Or, perhaps, he was simply drunk and couldn’t filter out the loud sound of the record player.

Why he’d accepted your request to meet up, why he’d allowed you to smuggle alcohol into his room, why he’d agreed to you locking the door while whispering about the others being at the unauthorized graduation party by the abandoned greenhouse and not returning for hours to come — well, he couldn’t answer any of the sluggish thoughts that sneaked through his usually overcrowded brain for a few seconds.

It was quite desolate at the moment though. Only one thought echoed through the haze of alcohol after the questions fizzled out, you. The way you danced between his bed and wardrobe at the furthest left side of the room. Your hips swayed, and your hands skimmed atop your clothes. Your skirt hitched up, your slightly too-small shirt revealing every single curve of your upper body and the dangling of your tie across your chest was as hypnotic as the music.

He couldn’t believe you were there. Singing about being touched, humming about feeling like you could breathe under the sensual caress described in the song. You were magnificent in the dim candlelight. And he was hard. His cheeks flushed. His hand squeezed the fabric of his robe spread out on the couch from where he had an uninterrupted view of you.

You spun around — a new song filling the room with an even more sensual beat — and he blushed deeper as you smiled at him. You seemed less affected by the alcohol, or you were a more experienced drinker. The entire situation was new to him. Everything about it was so wholly new on every level and he barely knew what to do with himself.

You swayed your hips as you moved closer, he tensed and you smirked. Your eyes were alight with something he could only describe as mirth. Mirth and warmth. He was warm all over too, his cock strained against his trousers and jerked as your eyes darted down to it. Embarrassment filled him as you watched his tented pants with the highly visual outline of his erection intently.

“Like what you see, Sev?” you asked with a purr to your voice he’d never heard you speak with before as you dragged your hands up along your thighs, hitching the hem of the skirt up along with the motion — baring your black knickers. You moved differently, showed a new side to you he hadn’t ever even imagined you had. You were so sweet, so pure, so gentle normally. How could he not have noticed this side of you that made his heart hammer and pound so harshly yet your control was also comforting — it baffled him but his body was alight and too strung up for him to think further on it.

His fingers squeezed the fabric within his hand harder, his heart drummed as he watched your fingers trail up along your sides while tugging up the shirt before you unbuttoned it. The black bra matching your knickers came into view as you dragged it off and threw it on his bed while his breath caught in his throat — nerves coiled within him but the alcohol wouldn’t allow him to panic.

Severus gulped while it felt as if his cheeks were on fire, his cock nearly ready to explode. No, don’t-, hold it, don’t— “Sev?” you asked, interrupting his frantic thoughts. “Don’t you like me? Don’t you like what you see?” you continued with a shy smile but your tone, it wasn’t uncertain or worried about his answer. You sounded confident, sounded perfectly aware of what he was thinking.

“I-, I do,” he confessed — his voice slightly pitched despite it having become much darker over the last two years — as you moved your hips in a figure-eight. The way your stomach moved along with that motion, how your breasts bounced ever so slightly, and how you smiled almost wickedly at him had him in a twist of want-corded tension and he had never experienced sensations as strong as he now did.

“Won’t you show me, Severus?” you asked as you undid the button and zipper of your skirt, shimmying out of it. He gulped and panted while his cock jerked and his balls drew up, his body begging for release.

He’d dreamt of your body. He’d jerked off in the shower with the fantasies of your touch and moans. You had overtaken every whim of his hormone-riddled body, for over a year. A year of torture watching you from afar, knowing he’d never have a chance with someone like you. Someone so perfect.

“Y/n, please…” he exhaled while his body began to tremble with the restraint of not coming. But you merely tilted your head while keeping up your seductive dancing. “Be good for me, Sev…” you said just loud enough to be heard over the music as you moved yet another step toward him. The gloomy dungeon-like room with its green and silvery shades felt too hot.

Your bare skin glistened with a slight perspiration, little beads of salty water glittering in the low light that his mind screamed of wanting to lick up. His cheeks turned hotter still, his hand moving up to his mouth to contain his tongue and the involuntary moan slipping out.

Your eyes moved down to his trousers again, your gaze focused wholly on the pulsing erection he couldn’t do anything about while he watched you with a mixture of shame, need, and pure horniness while he squeezed the robe tighter in his hand, pressing his hand to his mouth harder as he moaned again when you stroked your breasts through your bra. Don’t come, don’t come… By Merlin, she’s so beautiful…

“Don’t be shy, Sev…” you hummed as you unclasped your bra. “Be a mess for me, like I am for you…” you continued as your breasts were exposed and he gasped while you toyed with your pebbled nipples. He groaned and sank into the sofa further, straining in every manner possible. You threw your head back with a moan and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The sweet moan you let out made him sag as his trousers were stained with his cum, bleeding through the fabric while he closed his eyes as little tears lined the edges of them. He was so embarrassed, so relieved, so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself as his cock kept pulsing, squirting wave after wave of cum sticking to his cock, underwear, and trousers. How embarrassing… How do I ever look you— “You’re so beautiful like this, Sev. All messy and bothered, all flustered and so cute…” you said, again interrupting his thoughts while the last tremor left his body and his cock softened in the mess he’d made — that you’d made of him.

He jerked as your hands landed on his knees, making him open his eyes only to find you between his legs with the most beautiful look of satisfaction, with want and pride in your eyes as you looked up at him. The shame he’d felt a second ago vanished as your hands stroked up along the inside of his thighs with nothing but glazed hunger in those inviting eyes he’d often daydreamed of.

“You did so good, Sev. I’m so proud of you for holding out so long. Such a good boy,” you said with praise and reassurance in your voice that did things to him he couldn’t explain or understand. “I-, I’m a mess,” he said, feeling his heart race as your fingers began undoing the button of his trousers with a smirk as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Just how I want you,” you whispered with that tone of praise again. “A mess for me, with that sweet look of surrender… Makes all my fantasies of you pale in comparison.”

He felt elated, assured, and wanted when you spoke to him like that. It was wholly new to him, new territory and unknown terrain. It felt good. He felt so good under your hands, viewing, words, and voice. He felt good, and hearing you fantasised about him as he did about you eased a little knot in his stomach.

But then your hands were pulling down his soiled trousers, tugging down the waistband of his underwear until his spent cock became visible and he had to look away from you. Embarrassed by the mess, triggered by the salty smell of his own cum as it wafted up. “Let me clean you up, sweetie,” you said and he jolted. Before he had time to ask what you had meant, your hand grabbed his cock gently and your lips encased the slack member a second later.

The heat of your mouth, the look of your head moving between his legs made his eyes widen and his body erupted in a shocked burning. His heart instantly thundered, his pulse roared in his ears as he watched you lick up his cum, sucking and licking his cock with tender care.

He jerked as your tongue swiped the crown. “Oh, you’re such a good boy,” you praised as he began to harden anew. “Y/n,” he panted as you encircled him again, “p-please,” he protested with need and confusion. He’d never been able to get hard right away after coming before. “Hush, sweetie, let me taste you,” you said softly before he felt the hand you’d had on his thigh disappear.

You moaned around him and he jerked within your mouth, throwing his head back as he stiffened. You began stroking at his root while your tongue teased and swirled around the tip. He tensed as pleasure soared through him in an entirely new way, his last climax still loomed over him.

He looked down at you, feeling hot beyond belief as he watched you suck his cock while pleasuring yourself — all while being between his legs, on your knees yet in control of everything. I’m dreaming, I’m drunk and dreaming, he tried to convince himself but the sensations were too real, too palpable, too perfect for his head to be able to conjure such a dream.

You panted around him, moaning and humming while he watched you work yourself up further. The entire room began spinning around him while his hands squeezed the robe beneath him, the music and sounds of you invading him, the feel of your touch overwhelmingly perfect, the smell of your arousal and his cum mixing and mingling in the air.

His hips jerked as you suckled him. He watched you hollow your cheeks and never before had pleasure erupted so violently within him. He moaned, feeling self-conscious about the way his body was jerking and tensing, how he was burning up and desperate for a second release but terrified he wouldn’t be able to despite how good you made him feel.

You moaned around him, your rhythm faltering while your hand tightened around his root. Your movements turned erratic — hasty and needy. His own breath hissed out between his teeth as he felt his balls draw up. “Come for me,” you moaned around his cock. “Be good for me,” you exhaled before sucking harder. “Please-, please I can’t—” His words were interrupted as you moaned and shook between his legs, climaxing hard while still sucking his cock with vigour.

The sight was beyond his understanding, beyond his brain’s capability to comprehend in its beauty and he came. Hard. Moaning loudly while spurting a single string of cum into your mouth while his lungs nearly froze up at the warmth exploding within him. “So good,” you said while removing your mouth but still gently stroking his cock through the pulsing. “You’re so good, Sev. Such a pretty sight, such a sweetie coming for me twice.”

The praise hit something within him he couldn’t touch, your words made him feel so good he could barely stand the sensation — so at odds with anything and everything he had ever felt. He wanted you to say such words to him again. He wanted to be good for you, make you praise him, make you look at him like you did in that exact moment. Sated and happy. You were so beautiful to him, so perfect, and he wanted to be touched by you over, and over, and over again.

“You’re mine now,” you said with a sweet smile, showing that side of you he’d fallen in love with while watching you from afar. “Y-yours?” he asked as a fresh blush crept over his skin, heating his chest and cheeks. You giggled and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Yes, mine. I want you, Sev.” “Yours…” he said in a quiet murmur, trying the word while you watched him expectantly. But it was hard for him to even imagine that what had just happened had, in fact, actually happened.

“Severus,” you began as you rose up fully on your knees, “I want you. And I know you want me, so I’m going to make you feel good enough to accept that. Okay?” you continued and his eyes widened but he nodded and you smiled that sweet smile he loved seeing your face marked by. Then your lips were pressed against his and he melted under the taste of him and you. He wanted you to make him believe you too, so he’d let you try…

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A/N: It’s almost 1 am as I finish writing this, I wrote it in one single sitting right after I got the artist’s permission to write a fic for their art and gosh… This became way longer than I had thought, and bit more “adult” than I’d planned at first but I blame that on me usually writing for older Snape and it’s the middle of the night atm 😂👍 But damn, this was fun and enjoyable to write. I hope you had a good time too, dear reader 🙈😘🖤

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