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Being of the Jealous Kind

Snape x original female character

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7.5k+ words of grumpy Snape smut 😋✌️

Eleanor is in her first stint of training to teach at Hogwarts. Severus Snape had been the teacher she had been most curious about ever since she was his student. Since time had passed from their teacher/student days, they have caught each other's eyes on more than one occasion. The annual party was underway for all to attend, regardless of teacher, student, or status. Severus Snape attended the party, 25% because he felt it obligatory to do so being in his position, 75% because he wanted to see *her*. Jealousy overcomes him and he manages to get a message to her, inviting her to meet him in his chamber at Hogwarts... will either of them get their happy ending?

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” Her voice was slightly timid and her knock a little unsure, never having been summoned to his chamber before.

First there was silence for what felt like too long, but she exhaled quietly when she heard footsteps coming toward the door — half from relief and half from fear. Her heartbeat stalled as she heard the large metal lock unclasp from behind the door, almost as if he was purposely slowing down the process of opening it. His scent was the first thing to escape the room from around the crack in the door as it gradually opened; a dark musk like tobacco mixed with whisky, the knowing that he did not smoke and hardly drank only adding to the mystery of him. It was not too strong to overwhelm but strong enough to wrap you up and draw you in.

His shadow was the second thing to pass through the door; a dominant, broad figure, even a little unnerving, but from over the time of knowing him she could almost swear he carried himself like that on purpose. His eyes ran their way from the floor until they pierced hers, her breath hitching in her throat from the intimidating intimacy he always brought to that moment regardless of where you were or whose company you were in.

“Y-You wanted to—” She repeated shyly before swallowing hard as he cut her off;

“Yes,” He spoke simply, his voice lowering now, “I heard you the first time.”

She pressed her lips together and gazed down at her feet, the silence from before now even more deafening with his eyes upon her. He bit the inside of his lip and squinted his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose before pushing the door open a little further as if he had made a subconscious decision in his head before doing so.

“Come.” He said softly, gesturing for her to step inside his chamber.

She followed him inside and swallowed hard when she heard the door shut behind them. Her eyes scanned the room as he now walked in front of her, stopping at his arm chair but not sitting down in it.

“It will never not feel odd to stand in front of you as a colleague instead of a student.” She half laughed, trying to create conversation into the stale environment.

“And, yet, you still know your place…” He spoke quietly, though loud enough for her to hear.

“I…” She paused for a moment, unsure whether to acknowledge what he said or not, “I’m sorry?” She dared herself to say.

“No matter.” He flashed her half a smile this time, “How was the party?”

“Well, you were there… and then you weren't.” She squinted her eyes, looking up at him.

“I am aware I was there, but that is not what I asked…” His eyes met hers, though his expression was more of a glare, “How. Was. The. Party?”

She pressed her lips together from the way he spoke to her and held her hands in front of her, playing with her fingers.

“It wasn’t bad, thank you…” She spoke quietly, only looking at him briefly, “Is that why you asked of me?”

“It may be related to the matter at hand.” His tone returned to normal, stepping further into the room.

“The matter at hand, Professor?” She squinted her eyes.

“Tell me, do you still feel the need to address me as ‘Professor‘ now that we are working alongside each other?” He arched a brow, though a smirk threatened his lips.

“It is your title, is it not?” She looked at him properly this time.

“Correct.” He nodded, gazing over at her for a brief moment before busying himself by dusting one of his book shelves, “Though, I would be a fool to say I don't find it somewhat… one of your more attractive natures, calling me that.”

“Professor?” She tried her best not to show how shocked his comment made her.

“Hm.” Was the only noise he muttered, his back now completely to her.

She watched him as he moved from one book shelf to the next while dusting along each surface, his cloak moving along with him each time and his hair flowing over the top of his collar. She stood there in silence just watching him, though this wasn’t the first time she had found herself in this position. Not in his chamber, but certainly out of it. She admired the way he carried himself; he was harsh when he needed to be and you often felt like you were walking on egg shells around him, but that was almost what attracted her more too him — his power and status. If he was so delightfully forceful when he wasn’t happy with you, the mind boggled at how he would be if he desired you. And that had been the first thought on her mind ever since he was her professor and she was his student.

She decided to play with him, taunt him.

“I was not expecting for Barnaby to ask me to dance with him…” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, tilting her head slightly as she continued to watch him, “Though, I suppose I should've expected it since he did ask me to go with him.”

“Enough.” He spoke softly, his hand pausing with his index finger against the spine of one of his books but his back still facing her.

“He couldn’t really dance,” She giggled, pretending she hadn’t heard him as she continued to taunt, “I think I’ll go back to him now and see if he gets any better throughout the night.”

“I said enough!” His voice was more stern this time, spinning around smoothly and causing his cloak to rise into the air from the draft of air his sudden movement caused.

Her breath caught in her throat from his sudden outburst, lips parting when she saw the look upon his face. His jaw clenched the moment their eyes met and his hands were now held behind his back, exhaling quietly through his nose.

“Sorry, Professor…” She spoke shyly, her eyes still on him, “Shall I excuse myself?”

His eyes squinted, hands clenched behind him as his eyes burned into her before finally speaking softly, “No.”

“No, professor?” She scowled slightly, his intimidating shadow now looming over her as she stepped a little closer to him, “Professor?” She repeated into the silence.

“Stop… S-Stop…” He shook his head, turning around as he groaned out his words, “Stop calling me ‘Professor’.” His teeth gritted, trying to busy himself with dusting his bookshelves again.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” She asked, watching as his cleaning became more erratic.

“It would appear, Miss, that in the time from entering my chamber to now, you have forgotten your place.” His voice remained monotone.

“My apologies…” She bit the inside of her cheek, daring herself to push him even further, “Professor.”

“Don't push it.” The rising anger was heard in his short tempered voice, enunciating each word perfectly.

“It surprises me that someone of your status or power doesn't prefer to be called by that title,” She stepped closer to him, “Or insist.”

“I’ll tell you what I insist…” He grumbled under his breath.

“Yes?” She held her breath slightly, awaiting a loud response from the Professor but pressing her lips together when he remained silent, only letting out small huffs as he dusted along his bookshelf, “Well, alright. I won't talk to your back any longer. Thank you for… whatever this was, but I must be getting back to Barnaby.”

The mixture of her words and her fading footsteps as she turned to walk away caused him to spin around even faster than before, knocking off a couple of books in the process. He raised his wand and fixed the lock on the door, preventing her from leaving.

“Prof…” She tried to say as she turned back around, eyes wide.

“I insist you listen,” He stepped closer to her, “You may leave my chamber when you wish, but please allow me to explain myself…”

She nodded but remained silent.

“Have you let it go unnoticed how we have so often appeared fond of one another? I must admit, as a colleague, you have caught my eye on more than one occasion…” He spoke whilst looking at his feet, his arms now behind his back again.

“I don't understand…” She tried to act like she hadn't found his intense presence wildly alluring even before they had made the teacher-to-student to colleague-to-colleague jump.

“Tell me, Miss Eleanor, do I strike you as the kind of person who would willingly attend an event such as this evening?” He asked, tilting his head as they closed the gap between them a little more, “I think the manor in which I have behaved since inviting you here has proved I am not a… social man.”

“Then why did you…” She gazed up at him with narrowed eyebrows, holding her hands nervously in front of her.

“I came for you…” His tone had never sounded so sincere than it had in that moment, hesitantly raising his hands in want of holding her face within them.

“But… you didn't even talk to me.” She pouted her lips, keeping her eyes on his.

“I’m sorry, I…” He paused, lips still parted as he now cupped her face in his hands, “I saw you and words… failed me.”

“Professor Snape, you…” She spoke quietly, placing her hands against his biceps.

“Stop… calling… me…” He inhaled sharply, their faces now closer, “Please call me ’Severus’.”

“Is this you ‘insisting’, hm?” She bit her lip and giggled, squeezing his biceps in her hands as she leaned up on her tiptoes.

“I have grown so tired of admiring from afar…” Were the final words to leave his lips before they were met with Eleanor’s.

Eleanor’s entire body froze. This was something she had thought about, daydreamed about even, at the back of his class for almost as long as she could remember. She could sense the hesitance in the way he exhaled after the kiss, almost as if he had just remembered that once upon a time they were student and teacher. Eleanor grasped onto the opening of his cloak, breathing shakily against his lips. She dared to lean up and brush their lips together faintly again, letting him know that she was okay, this was okay. A shiver ran through her when she heard the soft whimper escape the Professor’s lips. His large hands brought her even closer to him, their heads tilting now and becoming more comfortable in the kiss as it grew deeper.

They stumbled about the room as their lips parted, hands back and forth from being in one another’s hair and then to their clothes. Grunts left their mouthes, then a giggle from Eleanor as the Professor lightly bumped her up against one of his book shelves.

“S—Sorry…” The apology hardly even became vocal from the intensity of their kisses.

“Shh, let’s go over here.” Eleanor whispered, leading him with his cloak in her fists over to his large armchair but not breaking the kiss.

The Professor felt the hot flush rising through his body as he willingly followed, his hands settling against her hips once the backs of his legs touched the armchair. Eleanor reached up with both hands to place them upon his shoulders, gesturing for him to sit down in it. He did, lips parting as the kiss broke.

“Sit, Professor…” She bit her lip, standing between his parted legs.

“I am not going to ask you again…” He inhaled sharply as she leaned over him, “Stop. Calling. Me. ‘Professor’.”

“Why, hm?” She felt a flicker of cockiness, gazing down into his eyes, “Does it turn you on when people address you as ‘Professor’?”

“Do not be absurd, I work with children who call me that on a daily basis.” He glared up at her, palms against his knees.

The look he gave her made her want to give herself over to him in that instant, the look he would give when he was most displeased with someone’s behaviour. The look that drove her wild regardless of the setting; him being her teacher as a student or him being her teacher learning the ropes as a colleague. It was an expression that had always sent her head spiralling into different ways that she would allow him to take out whatever he was feeling upon her. It always amazed her how quickly he could switch.

“Then, what is it?” She asked, now standing with her hands on her hips.

“It’s the way you say it… the way your lips form the words, the tone of your voice…” He exhaled quietly, biting his lip for a moment before gazing up at her, hardly able to believe he was admitting it, “Frankly, my dear, it makes me weak. Vulnerable, almost. The way you insist on addressing me like so… even though we are now to work alongside each other.”

“But other colleagues call you it, don't they?” She squinted her eyes.

“You are missing the point…” He shook his head, the glare still upon his face.

“Hm?” She tilted her head, trying her best not to smirk.

“It’s you.” He spoke simply, “Come down here.”

“Why?” She tried to push it as far as possible.

“Because your Professor told you to.” His voice was even lower than usual, not quite a command but gravelly enough to turn her legs to jelly.

Eleanor immediately fell into his lap, placing her hands against his shoulders as she felt his arms wrap around her. Their lips smacked together and Eleanor’s fingers found themselves in his hair, tugging at it slightly with several grunts from his lips that followed.

“Eleanor, wait…” He breathed against her lips, unwillingly pulling back.

“Professor Snape, I never had you down as such a tease…” She scoffed playfully when she felt him pull back, her hands still in his hair, “Though, I guess with the power you hold within your position here at Hogwarts you are used to getting your own way as and when you please.”

He paused, swallowing hard as he gazed up at her. He didn't know how much longer he could hold down the fiery desire within him, but something was still holding him back. The position he found himself in, in that moment was what he could've only dreamed of since seeing her at the party, but he was unsure if she, too, felt the same. Little did he know, Eleanor had been having thoughts such as these for a while now, but how would she have ever plucked up the courage to approach one of the most powerful men in the business?

“I am indeed well aware of the power that my position holds and the upper hand that I have over many,” He narrowed his eyebrows, sincerity in his eyes and her cheek cupped in one of his large palms, his thumb faintly skimming over her bottom lip as he spoke, “But I will not allow that to take advantage of something so delicate… without willing reciprocation.”

“Then, you shall have it.” There was barely room for a breath in between his words and her response, her hands now darting to unfasten the cravat around his collar.

Very few breaths were taken between the desperate kisses, Snape’s hands now finding themselves at the zip at the back of her dress. Eleanor nudged herself forward slightly against his lap when she heard the soft groan escape from his lips and smirked when his groan grew louder from her movement. Skilfully, she rid him of the cravat completely and began to unbutton his collar, letting out a shaky breath against his lips when she felt how much his hands were shaking against the fastening of her dress and compared it to how swiftly he locked the door to his chamber, wondering why he didn't resort to the same device to rid her of her dress.

“I would give up spells, potions and power forever for just one chance to tear your clothes off with my bare hands.” He wheezed against her lips, tugging at the zip.

“Do as you please, Professor…” Eleanor whispered, trailing one of her hands down the front of his body.

She mirrored the speed in which he unzipped her dress with the speed she moved her hand down his body, reaching the front of his pants at the same time as he had pulled the zip all the way down. She edged her hand closer to grasping the now evident bulge in the crotch of his pants before teasingly raising both arms above her head to allow him to pull the dress from her body completely. Once the dress was rid of her completely and tossed carelessly to the floor, the Professor’s hands found her breasts, massaging them gently as Eleanor’s hand fell back to his crotch, palming at it slowly. Her free hand placed against his cheek, their tongues tangling briefly before Snape’s breathing was unsteady and he trapped her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it out as he felt her fingertips now working their way along his clothed erection.

“Are you sure you're doing all of this without magic?” She teased against his lips, “Surely a man of your age is biologically incapable of getting aroused so quickly.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He snapped in a quick whisper, earning a sudden moan from her as a result of squeezing her breasts harder as if in some form of punishment.

“Or what?” She found the head of his cock through the material of his pants, pressing her thumb against it.

“You don't even want to know…” He hissed through clenched teeth, the sensitivity of his length sending bolts throughout his body as Eleanor applied more pressure with her thumb.

“Oh, but, I think I do… Sir.” She gazed down at him with a devilish grin, gasping with a soft giggle when she felt his cock twitch against her fingers from the way she addressed him.

Snape lifted his hand to draw her back down into a harsh kiss, tongues immediately touching as she began to grind over his crotch. His moans passed through her lips, feeling himself straining against the material even more than before. Her hands shuffled along to the opening of his pants and began her attempt at tugging them open, gasping when she felt her bra coming apart from the back.

“Mm, what happened to ‘no magic’?” She smirked against his lips, pulling her bra off completely and dropping it to the floor before focusing her hands back on the button of his pants.

“You are causing me to run out of patience…” He spoke uneasily, parting his legs a little further as she managed to unbutton his pants, now fumbling with the zip.

“Sorry, Professor, let me…” She pushed his crotch open fully and reached into the front of his underwear, “Speed things up a little.”

The Professor felt his breath hitch in his throat when he felt Eleanor’s hand wrap around his warm, hardened length. Their kisses became more clumsy, leaving him hardly even able to concentrate as she began to pump her hand up and down his now impatiently pulsing cock, releasing it from his clothes completely to allow her wrist more ease of movement.

“Mmmh…” He whimpered against her lips, his eyes rolling back from the contact of her hand alone.

“Is that nice, Professor?” She whispered seductively, kissing him back just as roughly as she received.

“Don't speak.” He responded bluntly, claiming her lips urgently as precum began to pool at the tip of his cock already.

Eleanor was a little taken back by his response, but little did she know the touch starved reason behind it; her words and actions combined could easily become too much too soon for the aging, deprived Professor. He had to ease himself into it.

Eleanor’s lips parted into the kiss when she felt the sticky string of precum slide down the shaft of his length and onto her fingers, helping with the ease of her jerking motions which in turn sped up. She felt him fidget beneath her and thrust his hips up into her hand a little in order to stress his need. Her thumb brushed under the head of his cock faintly each time her hand slid up to the top, making his breathing change drastically each time. He was barely even kissing her at this point, just eyes tightly shut as her hand blissfully slid up and down his length.

“O—Off, off…” He repeated the word as if in an uneasy stutter, his hands now grasping at the material of her underwear against her hips.

“Anything you want…” She smirked, ridding herself of her underwear completely and placing her hands against his shoulders. Snape narrowed his eyebrows from the new lack of contact against his cock, longing for her to be all over him again.

“Listen to me…” Snape breathed out heavily, swallowing hard as he gazed up into her heavy eyes, “I fucking need this. Do not disappoint me.”

Eleanor felt her heart flutter from his words alone, trying to remember the amount of times she had pictured this exact scene in her mind. Quickly, she snapped herself out of it.

“If you would like to guide me into how not to disappoint you, Professor, be my guest.” She lifted her hips, hovering over him.

She allowed her gaze to fall down to his aching, unattended length — proudly creating a shadow over his lower stomach as it longed for more attention. Her lips parted and her grip on his shoulders tightened, reaching down with one hand to line him up with her perfectly. She leaned in to kiss him again as her hips desperately tried to sit over him at the same time as their lips touching. That was, however, until she found his large hands clamped against her hips and therefore preventing her from moving whatsoever.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked, glaring at her once more as he tried to calm his breathing.

“I— I’m sorry, I…” She swallowed hard, both hands now trembling against his shoulders, “I thought that was… w-was what you wanted.”

“I said listen to me,” He spoke lowly, now enjoying taunting her despite the built up arousal he held himself, “You need to make your decent slowly.”

Eleanor lost her breath from his words and kept her eyes on his with parted lips as she followed his instructions, slowly lowering herself over him completely and watching as his jaw clenched from each movement.

“L—Like that?” She asked shyly before biting her lip as he filled her completely.

Snape nodded once before speaking, “Don't move yet.”

Eleanor’s eyes squinted, hands continuing to tremble against his shoulders as he leaned forward to reach behind him, pulling his cloak off from behind him. Carefully, he wrapped it around Eleanor’s shoulders and gazed up at her with desire filled eyes, his hands now back on her hips.

“What an honour…” She whispered, glancing at either side of her to look at the cloak now upon her.

Snape reached up to bring her into a kiss again, sinking down into his large arm chair as she began to move over him with the return of each kiss. One of Snape’s hands slid up her back from under the cloak and his kisses became more harsh, grunting each time her hips landed down on his.

“Fuck.” He breathed out shakily, his fingers trembling as they dragged down her back.

Eleanor felt herself go dizzy already from the way that word passed through his lips — more of a breathless moan than speech. She broke the kiss and her head fell forward, nuzzled in the crook of his neck from the dip in his high collar since the buttons had been undone. The aroma of his skin so close to her filled her senses; almost like old leather with a very brief hint of lavender, but only like he had dabbed it on in a half-hearted attempt to cover up his somewhat curious appearance. His clothes, however, smelled like damp paper, books, to be more specific, as if he bathed in them.

“Come back…” His words trailed off when he felt her lips upon his neck, “C—Come back up…” His head tilted to the side, lips parted as she suckled upon a certain patch of his neck, “Back up… Back up here…”

Eleanor smirked against his skin, moving against him in harder motions as his hands clamped her hips again. Guiding her back and forth and willingly showing his desperation turned her on more than she could have even imagined.

“I think I could become quite accustomed to your cock, Professor…” She spoke directly into his ear before pressing a quick kiss to it, “I think it will take several visits to get to know every inch of it, anyway…” Her tongue traced down the side of his neck and then back up to his ear again, “Because its so… fucking… big…”

“Agh!” His voice curdled in his throat, not used to such praise, especially not whilst he had someone using his cock as a pogo stick. Her hands found themselves in his hair again, tugging at it gently as her lips latched onto the crook of his neck and feeling his length pulse with each movement. Snape’s sweaty hands slipped from her hips and his grunts and groans grew in frequency as the fire in the pit of his stomach began to increase.

Eleanor’s movements became slightly more clumsy as the familiar warmth in her stomach, too, increased, panting into his ear. Snape’s heavy eyes opened when he felt a draft, losing himself in the moment even more when he saw it was coming from the cloak — his cloak — still snug around her shoulders and wafting into the air each time she bounced over him. He could feel himself easily able to give in to her in this very moment, and so could she, but that wasn't the way he wanted this to end.

“Stop being such a brat, and listen to me…” He attempted at using his snappy tone, though it fell through as the jolts of ecstasy refused to stop shooting through him, “C—Come back here.”

She paused briefly, blowing cool air against the red patch of skin on his neck and grinning to herself when she felt him shiver as a response before lifting her head to gaze down at his flushed face, arching a brow, “Yes, Professor?”

Snape swallowed hard when their eyes met, opening his mouth to speak but instead placing one of his hands on the back of her head and pulling her down into a bruising kiss.

“Mmh, fuck…” Her hands were on his shoulders again, squeezing them tightly as their kisses grew more and more rough with each motion over his throbbing arousal, “Professor, you…”

“N—No, no…” He shook his head uneasily, though keeping their faces close, “Don't you dare make either of us cum.”

Eleanor’s lips parted from his words, shocked from what appeared to be a sudden change of heart. Confusion hit her when his hands were upon her hips again, relentlessly guiding him up and down his length. Her thighs trembled and their lips smacked back together, whimpering as her orgasm began to climb her body.

“S…Stop letting me ride your unsurprisingly large cock, then…” She gasped against his lips, moaning each time she sat all the way over him.

Snape’s fingertips turned white from how hard he was holding onto her, fighting back the urge of giving in himself, too. He grunted each time his cock twitched madly inside her, wanting so desperately to chase his own climax, but wanting something else even more; to make it clear who really was in charge. It was one thing saying she made him weak, but he certainly could not show it.

‘Pull yourself together,’ He thought to himself, ‘For crying out loud, do not embarrass yourself, Severus.’

“O—Oh, fucking…” He began to gasp uncontrollably, his heartbeat rapidly increasing as he pushed himself as far as he could go before uneasily raising his voice, “A—Alright, alright… Enough!” He commanded for her to stop, even as much as it pained him.

“U—Ugh…” Eleanor whimpered, her heavy eyes half open as they stared down at him, “Th-That was so cruel… I thought this was what you wanted. What you ‘fucking need’.” She attempted to impersonate him from before, mid trying to catch her breath.

“Do not use my own words against me.” He inhaled deeply, glaring up at her and placing his hands on her thighs.

“Then, do not use your cock against me…” She narrowed her eyes, glancing down at his hands, “I’m pretty sure if you so much as sneezed right now, I would—!”

“Quit your whining,” He butted in immediately, afraid of the effect her words would have on her, “Stand up.”

“B—But, my…” Eleanor narrowed her eyebrows, pouting her lips as she struggled to even think about moving her legs, “I’m not sure that I can…”

“Stand. Up.” His tone was more stern this time, able to calm himself briefly by forcing himself to concentrate on his breathing instead of what was crying for release between his legs.

Eleanor swallowed hard and placed her hands against his shoulders, trying to steady herself as much as possible as she lifted herself up off him. The feeling of his length leaving her completely, and the feeling of her no longer sat over him at what was just before their orgasms made them both shudder as their contact completely broke — though she did have to grasp onto the arm of the chair in order to keep herself upright.

“In front of me.” He snapped his finger and thumb, pointing to the space in front of him.

He had to practically put his tongue back into his mouth when she stood before him; cheeks flushed, thighs red, fingerprints — his fingerprints — upon her skin. His eyes took a walk up to her chest, mesmerised for a few moments as her breasts were rising and falling with each shaky breath she took. All of this right in front of him whilst wearing nothing but his cloak still. He knew this would be an image he was going to get off on for a long time… the fact being that it was taking everything in him not to take himself into his hand right now.

“L—Like this?” She asked, gazing down at him. He remained silent, but the image she was met with could've made her forget her own name; the once arrogant, stubborn Professor now slouched in his large armchair with his legs spread, lips parted, breathing heavy and uneasy as his unattended, reddened erection stood proudly through the opening of his pants. He was completely at her mercy in this moment, and she was at his. She bit her lip as her weakened legs threatened to give way before repeating herself, “Like this, Professor?”

Hearing her address him like that again gave the Professor the energy he needed to push himself out of his armchair and catapult himself toward her, gladly met with her arms snaking around his neck again. She leaned up on her tiptoes to press a harsh kiss to his lips, grateful for the support as she leaned against him.

“Wh-Why did you make us stop?” She whimpered against his lips, grasping onto him slightly tighter as he began to walk them — or more like stumble — through his chamber, “Mmm… are you taking me to your bed, Professor?”

“Absolutely not,” He responded instantly in between rough kisses, “Do not be foolish and think you have earned a place in my bed by your actions tonight.”

“I…” She was far too turned on from his scolding reply to form a response for a few long moments as he walked her further into his chamber, “Professor, my legs may just give way if you don't give me a surface soon…” She giggled against his lips before pressing a slightly harder kiss to his lips when she felt her back touch one of the stoney alcove walls, “W-Wait… This isn't your bed… How am I supposed to ride your desperate cock from this angle, hm?” She smirked, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don't care if your legs are shaking. Fuck, I do not care if you cannot feel your thighs or if your body is trembling…” His voice was like sandpaper against her lips, making her audibly gasp when she felt his hardened length now pressing against her lower stomach as he growled lowly in a gruff tone, “If you are going to act like a slut, Miss Eleanor, I am going to treat you like a slut.”

“Ooh…” Eleanor inhaled shakily, feeling herself being pinned against the wall by his hips, “And are you going to fuck me like a slut, Professor?”

Snape didn't respond verbally, his lips were too focused on being against hers again. She attempted to reach for him again but found her wrists being pinned against the wall by his large hands. She pushed her head forward and took hold of his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it slightly as she felt herself being pinned with more force this time. Snape winced slightly as he ragged his lip out from between her teeth, grasping one of her thighs now and raising it to his hip as she hooked it around his waist.

“Are you going to behave for me?” He asked, his tone soft now as he rocked his hips forward.

“Y—Yes…” She whimpered, trying to kiss him again but instead being met with his finger against her lips.

“Yes, what?” His voice remained in the same tone, though slightly quieter this time as his lips came closer to hers.

“Yes, Sir…” She felt her body shiver as he reached down to take his length in his hand and slot it between her legs, though staying still.

“Try… Again…” She could feel his hot breath against his lips this time, once again trying to lean forward to kiss him but groaning in frustration as she kissed only the air when he moved his face back.

“Yes, Professor…” She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he nudged his hips upward, making the tip of his cock press against her.

“That’s right, sweetheart…” He looked down at her with a wicked grin, raising himself a little higher and pushing the head of his length inside her just to taunt her before lowering his hips once more.

“F—Fucking tease…” She whimpered, trying to move her hips in an attempt to create any type of feeling at all, “Stop teasing…”

“Or… what?” Snape smirked, kissing the corner of her lips as he moved his hips again, bouncing the tip of his cock between her legs each time and loving the way she squirmed in response.

“P-Professor!” She cried out in frustration, grasping onto his hair each time she felt the brief contact.

“Yes?” He used his free hand to brush her hair out of her face and watching her closely as he continued to taunt her, “What are you going to do, hm?”

“Beg,” She answered immediately, desperate to kiss him and even more desperate for what she could feel pulsating beneath her, “I am not above begging, Professor,” She inhaled shakily, placing her hands against his neck, “I will beg.”

Snape had all intentions of kissing her and giving her exactly what she wanted — what they both wanted — and leaned in with his lips almost touching hers until he heard her words. Words that set arousal alight like a wildfire throughout his whole body. Abruptly, he stopped himself and pulled back, arching a brow as his tone lowered, though speaking simply, “Then, beg.”

He felt her breathing change against his lips from their faces still being so close, brushing his hardened length between her legs several times. Eleanor snaked her arms around his neck again and grasped onto his hair with trembling fingers, trying to pull him as close to her as possible.

“Se…” It came out inaudible the first time. She tried again, “Sev…” She narrowed her eyebrows, feeling him still taunting her as the grip on her thigh became slightly more firm, “Severus*, please.*”

“Wh…What did you…” Snape swallowed hard, “What did you just call me?”

“Severus.” She repeated, though this time in a more seductive tone.

“Mmmh…” Severus quivered against her lips, awarding her with a kiss each time she repeated his name.

“Severus, Severus, Severus…” She groaned in desperation as she brushed back and forth over the tip of his cock still teasing between her legs and lips parting as she tilted her head, “Fuck me, Severus.”

Hearing her calling him by his name rather than his title made the moment grow somewhat more intimate between the two of them. He couldn't explain it. It was as if they had now crossed the bridge into allowing themselves to get to know one another properly.

Severus pulled her leg up a little higher around his waist and thrust his hips upward in one swift motion, whimpering in pleasure against her lips. Eleanor inhaled sharply from the feeling of him finally filling her again, though this time there was no pause before he started to move his hips at an ungodly pace - his pants pooling around his ankles in the process.

“Mm, fuck, no one is to have you like this other than me. Do you hear me?” He grunted against her lips, bruising them once more as he kissed her before she even had a chance to respond.

“That’s awfully possessive, don't you think, Professor?” She smirked against his lips before letting out a louder moan when he thrust her against the wall in a slightly harder motion.

“I am merely stating my… preference.” Severus paused to let out a moan even louder than Eleanor’s, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Sounds more like a command to me…” She grinned, gasping against his lips as his speed increased.

“Take it how you wish.” He responded, reaching for her other thigh and pulling it up to join the other at the opposite hip, “Fucking. Take. It. All.”

“S—Severus!” She cried out in pleasure, squeezing her legs around him and digging her heels into his bottom to urge him not to stop, “Ugh, fuck!”

Severus gripped onto her thighs securely, the force of his thrusts now making their kisses become more clumsy. Eleanor’s fingers tangled themselves deeper into his hair, moaning his name each time she thudded against the cold stone. Their teeth clashed together several times as a result of him now moving his hips at a merciless pace. Despite how deep Eleanor had her hands in his hair, it didn't stop it swishing back and forth as a result of his relentless hips.

Deep down, they both knew it wouldn't take them long to get to the same point they were upon his arm chair. Their pulses raised, breathing changed, thrusts becoming even more desperate — if that were even possible.

“Tell me why you came here instead of Barnaby.” Severus pulled his head back briefly to speak, sweat now gathered upon his forehead and top lip from his unsparing movements.

“Because you told me to, Professor.” She responded, her lips remaining parted in delight from each time he moved.

“No, truthfully,” He gritted his teeth, “You could have stayed with him. Gone with him. Gone to bed with him.”

“You really want to know, Severus?” She whispered lowly against his lips, now rocking against him in time with his thrusts.

“Do you think it's easy, being of the jealous kind?” He growled lowly against her lips, bucking his hips.

“Mm…” She lost her breath from his low-key admittance of wanting her all to himself, “Yes, I could have stayed with Barnaby, gone with Barnaby, but…” She clung onto him, feeling her climax near approaching as she spoke again, “Maybe I was far too occupied already being yours.”

“M-Mmh, fuck!” Severus exclaimed in pleasure, those words being the only thing needed to push him over the edge, “Ugh, shit… Eleanor, f-forgive me!” He gasped, releasing his taunted orgasm with each harsh pulse of his cock.

“Sev… Severus!” She clung onto him even tighter, losing herself to her own climax only seconds later as he continued to drive his hips forward.

Their kiss broke, but only to allow for more exclamations of profanities to be shouted into the chamber, each one bouncing against the walls and becoming shattering echoes around them. Both of them chased their pleasure for as long as possible, clinging onto one another for dear life as their bodies trembled in ecstasy.

Eleanor was the first to mentally come back into the room, laying her hands against his shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Severus slowly opened his eyes and carefully lowered her feet back down onto the floor, pushing his hair back with his hands. For a few moments, they stared at one another with flushed cheeks, almost as if in disbelief as to what had just happened.

“Prof…” She began, biting her lip as she glanced down at his softening length.

“Get dressed.” Severus spoke bluntly, quickly reaching for his pants and fastening them back up.

“What, you toss my clothes about your chamber and now I have to collect them and put them back on?” She scoffed playfully, placing her hand upon his chest.

He immediately took hold of her wrist, removing her hand as he spoke in a more assertive tone, “Get. Dressed.”

Eleanor was taken aback by his abruptness for a few moments, looking up at him and rolling her eyes when she was met with his glare. She did as he asked, placing his cloak over the back of his armchair and turning back to him once she was fully dressed. She swallowed hard, unsure of whether to speak.

“So… what now, cuddle?” She arched a brow, only half joking.

“I think you ought to return to your own bed.” Severus exhaled quietly.

“Interesting thing to say when you never actually showed me to yours.” She looked up at him, hands on her hips.

“Out.” He gestured toward the door, raising his wand to unlock it.

“How romantic.” She spoke sarcastically, walking toward the door.

“I gave you my cloak so your back wouldn't get cold against the stone.” Severus shrugged and followed her toward the door.

She stopped once she got to the door and smirked, placing a hand on his open collar and biting her lip when she saw the dark red circles upon his neck, “Is this why you wear such high collars, hm?”

“Out.” He glared, swatting her hand away.

“Hang on, are we seriously going to—” She squinted her eyes as he opened the door for her.

“Look,” He glanced down the hall to make sure there was no one there before closing the door again but keeping his hand on the handle as he glanced down at her, “You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted, and now we move on.”

“Move on?” She squinted her eyes, “Wait, did you just admit that, that was what you wanted?”

“Goodnight, Eleanor.” He cleared his throat, opening the door again.

“Sev—?” She tried to ask him again before he cut her off.

“Goodnight.” He swallowed hard, gesturing for her to leave.

“Well, the ‘S’ in ‘Severus’ or ‘Snape’ certainly doesn't stand for ‘smooth talker’.” She muttered to herself as she left his chamber, flattening her dress with her hand as she made her way down the corridor.

Severus quickly shut the door behind him as if it would also shut out the events that had just taken place. It didn't work. Even the aroma of the room smelled of sex; sweat, desire, sweet relief, and partial regret. As quick as the door was shut, he found himself reaching for the handle again. This time, he only opened it slightly, enough for him to just peer down the corridor and watch as she walked down it. Away from him. He wished he could immediately take back the coldness he had shown her after their alcove-stone-knee-trembler. He cursed himself for how well and ashamedly comfortably he could disguise his pure intentions and feelings. He felt regret and guilt for how she must have felt upon leaving his chamber, and as fast as the door was reopened, he was closing it again. He leaned back against the closed door and exhaled loudly through his nose, his back sliding down it until his knees bent up against his chest with his head in his hands, speaking into them;

“Oh, fuck.” He took in a deep breath, “Severus, what have you done?”

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“Perhaps one of these nights we may keep each other company until the morning.” She winked, bidding Severus goodnight at her chamber door.

Severus let out a half-hearted laugh and raised his eyebrows, “Perhaps.”

“Sweet dreams, Severus.” She smiled, opening her chamber door and stepping inside.

“And you,” Severus nodded, “Goodnight, Eleanor.”

They exchanged smiles toward one another and she disappeared behind her door, leaving Severus alone in the corridor. He proceeded to walk in the direction of his chamber, knowing that his dreams were going to be far from sweet.

He swung his chamber door open with a loud huff and winced slightly from the loud bang it made when it shut behind him. Both he and Eleanor had spent pretty much the whole event with one another this evening, and his only goal was now to go to bed and try and forget about it all. Every other thought was about the things they had said to each other tonight or the brief touches and skimming of hands in the process. He didn't know what he was more ashamed of; how she had reignited a once dead flame inside him tonight or how he had brushed off every insinuation and opportunity to end up in either of their chambers entangled in one another’s arms and legs. Nothing but a sheet between them, if that. That is the night he could've had - they could've had - tonight, if only the man who was so often known as the most arrogant or quick tongued professor had it in him to actually do something with his feelings.

Before entering his bathroom, he got changed into his bedclothes; a pair of boxers and an oversized black shirt. He used the toilet and purposely ignored the fact that the events of the night with Eleanor had left his deprived cock in somewhat of a stirred, aroused state — not completely noticeably hard, but enough for him to know he was interested in what she had to offer. He exhaled through his nose as he tucked himself a little uncomfortably back into his boxers and walked over to the sink, washing his hands. The thoughts going around in his mind were filling him with regret, he couldn't deny that. He splashed some of the cold water onto his face in an attempt of ridding himself of the ‘what could have been’ thoughts that were currently occupying his mind. The reflection he was met with in the mirror when he raised his head again made him screw up his lips and mutter to himself, “You fool, Severus.”

His feet dragged him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, pulling the sheets back on his bed before sitting on the end of it and swinging his legs around as he kicked his feet under the covers whilst blowing the bedside candle out in the process. He laid flat on his back with his hands against his stomach from over the covers, inhaling and then exhaling deeply. He stared up into the darkness for a few long moments, feeling as if the last thing he could do right now was sleep.

He hated work social events at the best of times, but she had made this one bearable. The only thing he couldn't bear now was himself and how she made him feel. Both he and Eleanor had been flirting with one another all night and he could've sworn his breath hitched each time their bodies brushed against each other. He lost count of the amount of times their eyes locked — either from across the room or whilst they only had mere inches between them. Their gazes would then go from their eyes to their lips, each of them letting out a nervous laugh and then pretending they weren't just devouring one another with their eyes.

He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into one of his many pillows, now forcing his eyes shut. This was all in an attempt to try and shut out the memories of the night and the hints he didn't take advantage of. He lifted his head briefly when he realised he couldn't breathe with his face squashed against the stack of pillows and groaned, readjusting himself so he could turn his head but remain laid on his stomach. The only issue was that he rather enjoyed the brief friction of his body rubbing against the silk bedsheet covered mattress as he moved himself… particularly the sensation against the front of his boxers.

A small whimper left his lips and he lifted his hips only marginally, but the added pressure when he relaxed them down into the mattress sent a very brief jolt of pleasure through him. Sighing to himself for allowing himself to continue, he brought his hands up to grasp onto either ends of the pillowcase as he rocked his hips forward into the mattress several times. He tightened his grip on the pillowcase and pulled his body further up the bed purposely slow, letting out a pitiful gasp with his flushed cheek pressed against the cool pillow. His breathing became more shallow and he cursed himself for how much he appeared to be enjoying it. To tell the truth, he was absolutely appalled with himself.

“Fuck… n-no, no, no…” He hissed through clenched teeth into the pillow as he forced his hips to stay still. His grip on the pillow tightened and then let go completely, letting out a heavy breath as he pressed his face directly into his pillow this time.

He waited a few moments before turning onto his back; subconsciously punishing himself from the enjoyment he had just caused upon himself by leaving him with no attention now being paid to the front of his underwear. He squeezed his eyes shut after staring into the darkness for a few long moments and let out an exasperated sigh, feeling his light duvet now a little more snug resting over the bulge now even more irritatingly present in the front of his boxers.

He pulled his bedcovers up to his chin, remaining on his back as his thoughts continued to spiral. She had been whispering sweet nothings in his ear all night about how she’d like to present herself in front of him wearing nothing but his cloak. Both the image and the thought of this lit a spark inside him which he believed had been long burned out. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to her; his eyes discreetly ate her up any time he got the opportunity. He was perhaps rare in the way that the first thought when meeting a woman wasn't how to get into their knickers. He could probably count on one hand the amount of times he had desired somebody. As much as he hated to admit it, this was one of those times. He could feel the outline of his cock more prominent against the material of his boxers, making him quite aware of his need. His arms lay at either sides of him, hands twitching with want. Usually he was very good at brushing any of these thoughts aside, especially since they only occurred on the rare occasion anyway, but the fire of arousal in the pit of his stomach certainly wasn't showing any attempt of dying down any time soon. He didn't know whether it was what Eleanor had said, done, or whether it was the fact that it had been so long since he had allowed himself to act upon any of his sexual wants or needs, but, god, he was horny.

Surely one little touch wouldn't hurt, right?

He shook his head from his own internal question, continuing to fight the urge. He began to imagine Eleanor in bed with him - not that it helped in the slightest. Would he have allowed her to touch him, relieve him? Or would he still be denying himself pleasure, not feeling worthy enough for it? Perhaps he would be embarrassed about how quickly she had managed to wrap him around her finger. Then, his mind focused entirely on her alone; would he have denied herpleasure? Of course not, he mentally decided. But what if her pleasure would be watching him come apart at her mercy right in front of her, would he let her touch him then? Yes. One million times, yes. Of course he would.

He opened one eye and saw the bump in his bedsheets through the darkness, swallowing hard as he clenched his fists at either sides of him. His eyes closed again and he huffed.

Give in. Go on, Severus. Give. In.

The conversation he was having with himself in his head continued back and forth for a few more moments, half of him not wanting to surrender to his aroused state and half of him trying to tell himself that no one had to know. Hesitantly, he lifted one of his hands but only placed it flat against the front of his boxers, though that was more than enough to feel the stubborn hardness protruding against it. His lip twitched with want and he briefly gave in, though only lightly squeezing the front of his underwear to try and prove to himself that he didn't need it. But he did.

That’s it, Severus. Again. A little firmer this time.

He hissed through clenched teeth as his palm pressed a little harder against the front of his underwear. Just a touch of the bump, that was all; he dreaded to think what the result would be if he actually purposefully grasped his length.

Feel it. An internal voice spoke again, though it wasn't his this time, it was Eleanor’s. Feel what I've done to you, Severus.

Begrudgingly, he gave in. He inhaled sharply and began to trace his fingertips ever-so-delicately over the outline of his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Mmmh…” His lips parted, feeling himself twitch against the material as he dared his index finger to glide all the way along his erection, tensing his jaw slightly when he reached the tip.

As much as he kept telling himself that he was unworthy of any kind of pleasure, there was also a voice inside him telling him to keep going for more;

Grasp it. Touch yourself, Severus. Start over your boxers if you really feel that unworthy.

He pressed his lips tightly together and wrapped his hand around his clothed, hardened length the best he could from over the top of his underwear. His lip quivered and he attempted to move his fist up and down, whimpering from the difficulty through the material. Suddenly, almost even subconsciously, he moved his other hand and used both to push his hardened length from being pressed against his thigh to readjusting it to point upward toward his stomach for ease of wrapping his hand around it. One hand fell back to his side again, the other rising slightly before landing flat on his stomach, “N…No…”

Don’t fight it, Severus. You’ll wake up in a sticky mess at this point if you don't do something about it.

“J…” He mumbled to himself, lifting his hand again and grasping his stubborn cock through his underwear, “Just a touch…”

His eyes fell shut, almost as if, if he couldn't see what he was doing, then it wasn't happening. Very slowly, he moved his fist up and down, whimpering as he did so. He enjoyed this a lot more than he would or could ever admit. His back arched from the brief contact, shivering as the material rubbed over him each time he moved his wrist. He couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to fall victim to his needs, but the sensitivity of his cock was a reminder of how rarely it happened — and the not-so-soft material of his boxers grazing against him repeatedly certainly wasn't helping.

“F-Fuck… mmm…” He parted his lips, tightening his grip while his wrist continued to move. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that ‘just a touch’ wasn't happening, and with each of his jerking motions he craved more. His lip twitched and his mind switched to her again, imagining how she would taunt him over his underwear. His breathing quickened and uneasy moans left his lips; the thought of her only made him want this even more.

His cock violently twitched in his underwear, filling the pit of his stomach with a feeling very unfamiliar. It was enough for him to stop, almost afraid of what would happen if he didn't. He placed his hand by his side again and swallowed hard, able to feel his needy cock pulsating against his underwear. Carefully, he reached out a hand to pick up his wand from his bedside table — he was secretly fearful that too much movement right now would result in making him do something unspeakable in his underwear. Curious to what state he and the memory of this evening had got him in, he pointed his wand under his bedsheets and whispered, “Lumos.”

In a matter of seconds, the end of Severus’ wand lit up the darkness to reveal the large bulge stretching the front of his underwear out significantly more than his normal, unaroused state would. His hardened length remained pointing upward toward his stomach, threatening to part the waistband of his boxers with the skin of his lower stomach from how turned on he had become from the events of tonight and leading up until now. His eyes followed from the outline of the base of his cock right up to the tip where there was a rightfully earned sticky wet patch darkening the material of his boxers. His cock twitched again with desperate want and Severus exhaled irritably to himself, muttering, “Nox.”

As impossible as he had realised it would be at this point, he forced his eyes shut in an attempt of trying to forget the whole last few minutes had happened. Perhaps if I just sleep it off.

Impossible, Severus. You’ve already seen what you're capable of doing to yourself.

This internal voice was driving him mad. He knew that falling asleep right now would be an impossible task. As he lay there with one arm behind his head and the other hand laid flat on his lower stomach, drumming his fingertips against the bottom of his t-shirt, he wondered why he couldn't have just gone through with the warm feeling he was unaccustomed to in the pit of his stomach and slowly starting to build. He had denied himself pleasure for so long he had forgotten what it felt like to give in to it.

He pushed his hand under his t-shirt so he could brush his fingertips against his skin, purposefully tracing one of his fingers across his bare belt line, but not entirely sure why. The feeling it created, however, sent a tingle of electricity throughout his body, and his cock twitched angrily against the waistband of his boxers. An impulsive thought told him to push his fingertips under the waistband - so he did. The only minor obstruction was that the head of his erection was settled just beneath it, causing him to wince quietly when his fingertips barely even skimmed the bare skin. He inhaled sharply and imagined how it would feel to wrap his hand around himself completely with no material between them. Surely he could just hold himself for a second, just to see what it felt like, and then let go. Maybe it would relieve a bit of the pressure of his engorged length.

Steadily, he pushed his hand all the way into the front of his boxers and carefully wrapped his full fist around his hardened cock and instinctively giving himself a little squeeze in the process. His entire body shuddered in pleasure from the contact, getting used to his hand being there for any other reason than using the bathroom or bathing. Then, almost as if someone else had taken control of his hand, he started moving his wrist again in the same motions as before. Only this time, the feeling of his hand directly against his bare cock whilst repeating the same movements caused a bolt of pleasure so unknown to him, he wanted nothing more than to chase it again - just to confirm to himself that this was a good thing.

“A—Ah, fuck…” He hissed through his teeth, now able to feel his cock throbbing in his grip. He fell into a steady pace of jerking his wrist and let out several breathy moans as his lips parted in delight from finally allowing himself the feeling.

Although the current actions he was displaying were further than he had allowed himself to go for a long time, it suddenly wasn't enough. Without even hardly a second thought, he pushed the front of his boxers down with his other hand to free himself completely and make his hand move with more ease. He opened his heavy eyes and stared at the repeated motions of his wrist from over the sheets, watching as they would rise and fall every time he made the jerking movement. His eyes fastened shut again at the sound of the familiar female voice in his head once more;

Does that feel nice, hm? Does it feel good to finally let yourself give in, Severus?

“Mmm…” He pushed the back of his head a little harder into his pillow as his body eased into the feeling of his hand moving at a slightly faster pace. His breathing was heavier and his thighs tensed a little, but he was also becoming a little irritated at the limited movement his bedsheets were now creating; the need to keep the pace going with his fist was now making the feather duvet feel as heavy as a tonne of bricks.

He had, had enough. In one swift motion, he threw the covers off himself with his free hand. Fighting back the urges to moan, he shivered as the cool air swept over him and emphasised the heat radiating off his cock. His fist continued to pump his entire length, earning himself a soft groan each time.

“N…No…” He mumbled uneasily, his brain slowly catching up with his most recent movements. He forced himself to stop, whimpering to himself as his aching cock was once again left unattended, “U—Unless I don't… do that…” He swallowed hard, his pulsating erection still exposed from his free hand continuing to hold down the front of his boxers. Gently, delicately, even, he traced his fingertips from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft and paused once they reached just beneath the head — he knew this would send dangerous bolts of ecstasy through him if he were to continue, “A—And, instead… do this…” He wasn't entirely sure who he was talking to, or who he'd even dare to tell what he was doing, more to the point, but the moment his singular index fingertip made contact with the sensitive skin, words and breath were sucked from him completely as he hissed violently through clenched teeth.

Lightly, he massaged his fingertip against the sensitive skin, arching his back with each pleasure-filled twitch of his cock. His moans were muffled now, almost shocked at himself by the gentle nature of his touches.

Are you scared that if you show less mercy to yourself that it’ll all be over too soon, Severus?

The question, more specifically in her voice, continued to haunt him as his fingers now massaged against him with as little pressure as possible. He tried to ignore it, eyes still closed as his one fingertip became two. A new feeling dribbled upon his stomach, making his eyes open. He raised his head and just like before, he squinted his eyes into the darkness and lifted his cock off his stomach, soon discovering that the stimulation and excitement of his hand and fingers had caused a clear, sticky string of precum now stretched and connected between the tip of his length and his stomach. He let go of himself and gasped when his erection angrily snapped back against his stomach, feeling his lip twitch. Inquisitively and because he could barely remember the last time this happened, he decided to grip his length again, only this time he pressed his thumb firmly against the tip. His fist remained still, but he removed his thumb and placed it against the tip a few times — watching with heavy eyes as the transparent, gluey fluid stretched back and forth from the contact. Although this caused him brief pleasure from the mere sensitivity of it, it soon was not enough. His thumb remained rested against the tip for a few moments before he began to circle and then gingerly drag it back and forth over the slit, causing a small yelp to sound from his lips this time as his head fell back against the pillow.

“Oh!” He quickly covered his mouth with his free hand, letting go of the front of his boxers and resulting in them covering him back up slightly and trapping his hand in the front of them in the process.

I think you need to stand up. Stand up and walk over to that mirror. See what you've done to yourself. Maybe a new angle will do you good…

“I… I can't do that…” Severus didn't even know why he continued responding to his internal thoughts, even if they were all now in her voice.

The pulsing of his cock, however, was now borderline impossible to ignore. All he could think about was wrapping his hand around himself again and stroking to his hearts content. Perhaps the ‘new angle’ wouldn't be the worst idea…

Hesitantly, he swung his legs off the edge of the bed, kicked off his boxers completely and stood up in one uncomfortable motion. His hardened length bounced lightly as he took his first step, his head whipping to one side as if afraid that now he was out of the confines of his bed, he was suddenly vulnerable against any watchful eye that could be present.

That's it, Severus, one foot after the other.

He shrugged off the paranoid thought and her voice and continued to venture across his room toward his long, rectangular mirror — though carried his wand with him regardless and placed it on a nearby dresser. He stood for a few long moments in front of it, barely even able to make out the outline of his body through the darkness.

There's no point standing in front of a mirror if you can't see anything, Severus.

“Right…” He spoke quietly and slowly, pursing his lips as he let out a small sigh of defeat, “Right.”

He reached for his wand again and gestured it toward a candle on the same nearby dresser to set it alight. Although the candle was a stand alone, the stem was larger than your bog-standard candle and the flame it created was not only bright enough for him to see his reflection in the mirror, but also large enough for his shadow to be blown up and pinned against one of his cold, stone chamber walls.

He glanced at himself in the mirror at first, hardly even able to look properly since he was almost somewhat afraid and ashamed that it would make the situation real. Glancing down, however, he was met with his reality; his stubborn length becoming more and more impatient to have his hand wrapped around it again. His eyes flickered toward his mirrored reflection for a bit longer this time, his eyes widening slightly from his engorged cock now being even more visible than before since he was stood up in front of his full length mirror.

You know what to do, Severus. It’s my fault, I know, but I urge you not to stop now. Touch yourself for me,

The following lingering in his head like a whisper,

again.

His hand was soon snug around himself again, earning a soft noise from him as the contact was made. He began with slow strokes at first, though ensuring to cover base to tip in every motion. His entire body shuddered in delight at the relief of his hand stroking himself again. His eyes closed when he gained the confidence to speed his fist up, grunting softly. He had a sudden urge to try something different, and this time it wasn't because the voice told him to, but because he wanted to. He began to thrust his hips up into his fist, resulting in a throaty moan as his cock pulsated in approval of his new approach. After a few times of rolling up onto the balls of his feet, he stumbled forward a little, he reached out his free hand and placed his palm against the mirror in an attempt of stabilising himself.

He was growing more and more needy by the second, his hand thrashing up and down his length desperately — he could never have ever imagined himself in this state. He imagined being daring enough to open his eyes and see what he was doing to himself, but then his mind went to something else for a split second; what would happen if he was doing this exact shameful act in front of The Mirror of Erised? What would he see? Would it be her hand wrapped around him instead? God forbid, on her knees in front of him? Would it be him not being aroused at all and being able to peacefully drift off to sleep? Or… was it for him to be able to do the natural act of pleasing himself without the overwhelming paranoia and shame he brought onto himself for giving in and attending to his own needs?

He stood with his legs parted and his head dropped forward as his breathing became a little shallow, opening his eyes as his greasy black hair tickled against his face. He tried his best to push away feeling ashamed of the reflection that he was met with since his fist was showing no signs of wanting to slow down.

“Mmmhh… fuck…” He groaned in pleasure, his hips shuddering in delight as they repeatedly thrust forward in his fist. His free hand slipped down the mirror slightly, leaving a steamy residue. He caught his own eye in the mirror before they rolled back in pleasure again; his once pale, sallow skin was now flushed pink with arousal and desperation.

Is your hand enough, Severus? Wouldn't it feel nice to thrust into something that wasn't just your rough skin?

Her voice continued to taunt him.

His hazy eyesight looked around the room in search of whatever her voice was implying. His hips bucked involuntarily as he twisted his wrist, mouth hanging open with his jaw tensing each time his fist brushed under the head of his cock.

You like the feeling of your bed sheets, don't you? Even through your underwear, you couldn't help but grind against it earlier, could you?

“N-No…” He swallowed hard, shaking his head at the thought as his eyes closed again.

Imagine how that would feel without your underwear…

He let out a throaty groan at the thought this time.

That soft, soothing silk directly against your cock, Severus…

He shook his head again, though significantly less convincingly this time.

He knew he wouldn't be far off splattering the mirror with his pent up sticky desperation if he continued the way he was; now in full swing of practically fucking his own hand and shuddering in pleasure with each movement. The idea of the silk against his sensitive skin did tempt him, though, he couldn't deny that. He had to prize his hand off his length this time, reluctantly parting way with the contact. Uncomfortably, he made his way back over to his bed and grabbed all four of the pillows, carrying them to the end of the bed and placing them on top of each other one by one in a pile.

Now what, hm? Are you going to pretend that’s me?

He patted the top pillow gently and stood directly in front of them, swallowing hard. His lip twitched and he found paranoia overtaking him again; his head sharply turning either way and looking around the candle lit room for prying eyes, his greasy black hair whipping either way at each turn. Once somewhat confident that he was still alone in his bedroom, he placed his hands on the top of the pillows and edged himself forward. In his first attempt, he brushed the underside of his length against the stack of pillows and shuddered at the contact, his hands trembling against them. This time, he reached down with one hand and guided his cock between two of the pillows, a small whimper emitting from his lips.

“Mmm…” Was the only sound that left his lips, however, the I cannot believe I am fucking doing this rang louder in his head.

He placed a hand on either side of the stack of pillows and slowly began to thrust his hips; immediately growing dangerously close to the feeling of the soft, smooth, silky material against his desperately sensitive length. He hesitated for a moment before grasping onto the ends of one of the pillow cases and starting to move his hips again, letting out a shaky breath.

Are you pretending that's me? Would you prefer it if it was me, Severus?

“Y…” He squeaked, feeling the head of his cock delicately brushing between the pillows, “Yes…”

Fuck them like you’d fuck me, Severus.

He wasn't entirely sure how far he could go at this exact moment before he embarrassingly lost control in his own pillows, but her voice in his head was doing things to him that he could barely even explain. He felt his fingers trembling as his hips moved a little too easily into the stack of pillows. He began to grow irritated by his t-shirt starting to stick to his body and let go of the pillows for a brief moment while he clumsily pulled his t-shirt off and carelessly dropped it to the floor. Once gripping the pillows again to stabilise them, he threw his head back in pleasure, feeling his eyes rolling back at the same time and his hair whipping back and forth with each motion.

“O-Oh, yes…” He moaned breathlessly, his mouth hanging open as he pounded his hips to the best of his ability against the stack of pillows. The warm arousal in the pit of his stomach was beginning to build like it had done a little while before, his mind fixating on the image of Eleanor in front of him — bent over, sat facing him, either taking his cock or sucking it — and resulting in the drive of his thrusts becoming more intense as he cautiously chased his orgasm.

It’s not enough, is it, Severus? Smooth enough, yes, but not as tight as you’d imagined, hm?

“Good… fucking… god…” He grunted softly, wondering if he had ever been turned on by anything more than hersubconscious voice right now.

And still… you continue to chase it.

“I—I’m…” He stuttered, his knees buckling slightly as he relentlessly thrust against the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut. For a brief moment he fell forward, catching himself with both palms on the bed as he let out a shaky breath. He opened his heavy eyes to reveal the stack of pillows now collapsed slightly, resulting in him being positioned at a different angle… but he showed no sign in wanting to stop.

No, Severus. This may feel good, but you owe it to yourself, after all this time and pent up release, to really get a good… grip… on the moment.

“Y—You mean…” He swallowed hard, the flames of his orgasm rapidly climbing his body making it even harder to stop his thrusts, “M—My hand? Again?”

Oh, it’s your show, Severus. I am just watching.

“Fuck it…” He grumbled, clumsily pushing all of his pillows off the bed in one shaky motion and turning himself around before throwing himself desperately back onto the bed and shuffling himself a little further up it — all much more urgent than graceful.

For a few moments, he just laid there. Hands by his sides. Breathing heavy. Staring at the ceiling. He had every urge to thrust into the air, but he also had a hard time trying to fight off the feeling that he could lose control at any given moment right now — regardless of whether his hand was around him or not.

Don't be afraid, Severus. You’ve earned this. Allow yourself to let go. Give. In.

“Mmm…” He exhaled slowly as his fist met with his cock again; angrily warm and pulsating in his grip. He tried to calm his breathing again, knowing that he really couldn't push himself that far this time unless he was prepared to deal with the aftermath.

Stroke yourself, Severus. Can you do that for me?

“Mmh, yes…” He answered into the empty room, arching his back from even the slightest movement of his wrist.

Once eased into the grip of his hand again, he settled back down onto the mattress as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. If he would allow his mind to drift to anything that wasn't Eleanor bouncing over his cock, he would be baffled at the state he had gotten himself into right now; allowing someone to catch his eye for a start was him falling the first hurdle, and although he had turned down the hints of spending the night together, he had found himself jerking off over her subconscious voice and following the instructions of someone who wasn't even in the room. Any feeling of pleasure was so foreign to him, but it was like from the moment they had bid goodnight, she had cursed him — cursed him into temptation.

His hand had become almost a little too comfortable around his cock, also accompanied by his wrist making the gradually faster motions. His other hand gripped the bedsheets briefly as the pit of his stomach began to threaten the release of the embers of arousal, his moans becoming even louder.

Look at you. If only people could see you now. You’re not so scary after all, are you?

“N-No…” He stuttered uneasily, completely at her mercy and letting out a shaky breath as his thumb nudged under the head of his length each time his fist moved.

Increadible, isn't it? How you can go from being so cold and cruel to so vulnerable and desperate…

He grunted in response this time, his eyes squeezing shut as the bolts of pleasure shooting through him became more frequent. His cock pulsed angrily from all the taunting beforehand, but the only difference right now was that he wasn't planning on stopping this time.

It’s pathetic, really, isn't it? You’re pathetic, acting like this over just some woman.

“Mmh, yeah…” Even her subconscious voice was becoming a little muffled to him with the state he was in.

Imagining it was my hand making you feel like this. My lips? My-

“A-Agh!” He yelped in pleasure, drowning out her voice just briefly, almost purposefully, so he couldn't hear the end of her sentence. The image did taunt him, though; for the first time in a long time, he was fantasising about someone desiring him in the way he desired them. He opened his eyes for a split second in hopes that her voice had somehow turned into a real life form and he would find her begging him to let her finish him off.

Wishful thinking, Severus.

He groaned as her voice continued to taunt.

“I- I can't touch what I see…” He whimpered breathlessly, unable to stop his eyes from closing again as his thighs began to tremble.

Pathetic.

“Oh, fuck,” He hissed, his bicep almost throbbing as much as his cock at this point from his frantic motions, “Fucking fuck!”

You are so helplessly pathetic, Severus, aren't you?

“Y-Yes…” He whined, gasping in delight as he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge. In a way that Severus could and would never explain, somehow, the thought of her talking down to him was turning him on even more — if it was possible for him to be any more turned on at this point.

Say it, Severus!

“I-I’m pathetic…” He whimpered, barely even audible.

Stop what you’re doing and tell me what you are.

“What?!” Severus exclaimed, feeling as if his hand was superglued to his cock at this point and parting them would only cause harm.

Stop, Severus. Now.

The painful groan that emitted from his lips was like a sound he had never made before as he literally dragged his hand away from his length. It was a moment that felt like an eternity. He didn't know what was angrier, the heaving of his chest or the pulsing of his cock. For a moment, he tried to forget about her voice and focused on what he really wanted instead, raising his hand once more, opening his heavy eyes and watching himself as he traced his fingertip along the furiously bulging vein in his cock. He shuddered down to his entire core from how much he was pushing his own edging.

So easy. So. Pathetic.

“O-Oh, I could…” He let out a shaky moan instead of continuing what he was saying, almost as if he had a mental block on saying anything what he deemed as remotely vulgar, “Just from doing…” His fingertip continued to tremble up and down, “…this.”

For the love of god, Severus, take your cock and stop punishing yourself.

“B-But I'm so pathetic…” He found himself responding to her voice again and wasted no time in wrapping his hand around his length again.

That’s right, Severus. Weak and vulnerable stroking your cock over something you're not even sure is real. Living a fantasy that only exists in your head because you're too prude to spend the night with another person. Too prude or too proud of not needing anything else, anyone else but yourself to get by. Regardless, what are you, Severus?

“P-Pathetic!” Severus shouted a little louder than intended, but he couldn't control the volume now that his hand was frantically jerking up and down his pulsating cock again, and he was absolutely mortified at the fact that hearing her voice degrading him like that was once again turning him on even more than he imagined possible.

His jaw jarred. His thighs tensed even harder. His wrist showed no sign of stopping, even if it was aching from the tightness of his fist and desperation of its strokes. His back arched violently. The flames from the arousal in the pit of his stomach that were licking up his entire body began to spread like wildfire; this time there was no stopping it. His toes curled and his lips pressed together tightly and they turned even more white for a few moments until they parted in long awaited ecstasy.

“Agh! Fuck, yes! Th-That’s… fuck!” He cried out in pleasure — though at that volume it could have easily been mistaken for pain — as strings of his climax began to shoot fiercely out of his tortured cock.

The following noises he made were barely even recognisable as words, each one becoming louder than the last, his neck straining and the veins now visible as he continued to pump his desperate orgasm out of himself along with strangled yelps. His body writhed against the bedsheets and he found himself even thrusting up into his fist, meeting with the jerking of his wrist as the sticky, built up arousal continued to land upon his body and spill over his hand.

“Mmmh, fuck!” He moaned at full volume after several more profanities left his mouth, completely lost in his own pleasure as he rode out his orgasm and fought to keep the feeling surging through him for as long as possible, completely careless of where his cum had and was continuing to land.

After a few long moments, he found the head of his cock becoming increasingly more sensitive each time it was met with his fist, wincing slightly and feeling his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his back remained arched off the bed, “Oh, oh, oh!” He grunted softly with each twitch of his length, his fist now beginning to shake around it.

He kept his wrist moving until he couldn't take it any longer and begrudgingly let go with a breathy moan. His entire body was trembling from head to toe. His eyes remained shut whilst his head was in a daze and his chest was rising and falling as such a pace he was unsure how long it would take before his breathing would return to normal. Regardless of the rare occasion he had allowed himself to disregard the ‘taboo’ of granting himself the pleasure he craved, he had never felt like that. He knew his large hands were capable of many things, especially with his wand grasped in one, but he didn't know he was capable of creating a feeling like that. Whether it was because arousal was so rare to him or whether he taunted and built himself up so cruelly tonight, right now, he felt like he was floating. The feeling was so surreal to him that he even opened his eyes to check — and then he realised; he could no longer hear her voice. It was gone.

For the first few minutes after recovering from his intense climax, the sticky release that had poured over his hand didn't bother him. However, he knew that he had to at least remain to have some form of decency and clean himself up. He wasn't entirely sure how successful his weak knees would be at carrying him over to his dresser next to the mirror to grab a couple of tissues and cursed himself for leaving his wand over there, too. Once he had caught his breath enough to move again, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, ensuring to stay still for a couple of seconds to convince himself that he had regained enough strength to bare his own weight again.

As soon as he had partially convinced himself that his shaky legs wouldn't result in him falling back onto the bed, he made his way over to his dresser. Immediately, he reached for a tissue and cleaned up his hand. He then stepped in front of his stand-up mirror again and widened his eyes at the impressive distances his hot release had travelled, dabbing another tissue now against his stomach, chest, even collarbones and one shoulder. Looking himself in the eye now, he wasn't only met with a flushed face and sweaty, greasy black hair stuck to his forehead, but also, a little disgusted with himself that he was secretly impressed, a sticky, white speck upon his bottom lip. A sudden intrusive thought crossed his mind for a split second but he forced it away, silently scolding himself as he stared at it before quickly wiping it away with another tissue. Once satisfied he had cleaned himself up, he tossed all the pieces of tissue into the toilet in his bathroom and flushed to rid any evidence of what took place in his chamber tonight.

He walked back into his bedroom and blew the candle out on his way past, grabbing his wand and taking it with him back over to his bed. He placed his wand back on his bedside table, gathered the pillows he had previously knocked on the floor, and pulled his bedsheets back, half expecting his fingers to be met with a sticky residue in the process. He climbed into bed and pulled his sheets back over himself, resting his hands on his stomach. He couldn't ever remember sleeping naked before, and he was even more weary of doing so now; a little afraid that the direct contact of his bedsheets against him would either result in him waking up in a sticky mess like he had just created or not allow him to sleep at all. Nevertheless, after the night’s events, he didn't have the energy to get back out of bed and put on some more nightclothes.

Though he had never felt more satisfied, he was still trying to work out where her voice had gone. His eyes closed and he tried to imagine it again. Sure enough, he could imagine what her voice would say, but he certainly couldn't hear it like he did before. Was it ever really there in the first place? Was it just his imagination? Did he have to pretend that she was telling him to do all what he had done tonight in order to justify pathetically falling victim to his own desires? Or did she genuinely put some sort of curse on him for not taking her hint of spending the night together, some sort of erotic curse where she could still control him from afar? Whatever it was, he still asked himself the same thing:

“How am I ever going to look her in the eyes again?”

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Sins of the Flesh

I. Innocence Lost

Summary: Sweeney Todd | Turpin/Reader | Judge Turpin is not a man known for his mercy, but his mercy is exactly what you need. How far are you willing to go to get it?

Warnings: Rape/non-con, sexual coercion, prostitution, sex for favours, power imbalance, breeding kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

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Hey there could you write a short story about Snape catching his beloved (female reader) in a little white lie and punishing her for it? In a dominate way he could tie her up and remind her that lying is not what good girls do. The lie I have in mind is her lying when asked where she was at a certain time but he knows its false. In the end she was only trying to sneak around to get him a birthday suprise. I would like to see her hold out as long as possible before revealing the reason for her lie and maybe even be a little bit of a brat. If you can’t I understand and thank you for you’re time.

Hi Anon!

You’re in luck, and I take requests when they inspire me, and this definitely inspired me. I hope you like it!

Summary: You have just come home with Severus’ Birthday Preset, hell bent on keeping it a secret this year, but he already knows too much and you get caught in a a lie and end up being punished.

Notes: Pairing: Reader/Severus, 1st Person POV, Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: Explicit NSFW . Reader has a vagina. Daddy kink. Ropes, spanking, vaginal fingering, Vaginal intercourse.

Daddy I’m Home

With a powerful thrust of my hip I swing the door open, struggling with the overloaded brown paper bags of groceries in my hands. “Home!” I huff out as I awkwardly kick my boots off and when I turn my head to the living room I see the Daily Prophet news sheet fold down, he looks at me from his favourite chair. I give him a smile as I rush to hide his gift before he stands up.

I move to the kitchen briskly, throwing the bags down on the counter and putting the parcel that contained his birthday present in a lower cupboard behind the potatoes. I get myself a sorely needed glass of water before putting the food away. I'm parched from rushing around to get home, I had been halfway running with the bags. When I turn around after downing my glass of water he startles me, he is right behind me. I hadn't heard him coming.

“You've been out longer than I thought.”

“Diagon Alley was busy.” I explain.

“Where did you go? Other than obviously the green grocer.”

“Florish and Blotts.”

“Yet…I see no books.”

“They didn't have that cookbook I wanted. Sold out already.” A damn shame because I had been hoping to try my hand at one of the recipe’s my friend made last night.

“Took up a lot of time, did it? Not buying a book?”

“Well I had to look to see if they had it first. What’s with the questioning?” I ask, internally scolding myself. I am already getting defensive and I had told myself I would not be.

“Well you've been gone quite some time. I really thought you would be home before me.”

“Well it took longer than I thought.”

“Indeed. You stopped nowhere else?”

“Okay you caught me! I stopped for an ice cream cone. I didn't tell you because I knew you would nag me about sweets before dinner but I was starving.” I confess to a minor transgression. Ice cream when I was about to cook for us. The roast would take at least an hour though. The ice cream had kept me going when I felt burnt out.

“Oh yes, I am no fun. It is wise to omit things that contain fun lest I become upset.” He is sarcastic, he seems annoyed.

“Why are you all grumpy?”

“Perhaps because my darling little sweetheart is lying to me.”

“I am not!” I hope my lie isn't obvious on my face. It's so hard to keep things a secret from him. How many times has he ruined a surprise for himself by being too observant? Hiding things from him was hard, he always knew when things were slightly out of place.

“You are. I was under the mistaken impression that you were a good girl, and above such nonsense as lying to my face.” He is baiting me to fight him. I told myself I would not ask him what is making him so nosey, it will give me away.

“Severus. I went to the bookstore, I got ice cream, I got groceries… maybe I chatted to too many friends along the way. Did too much window shopping. Would you scold me if something in the window of Madam Malkins caught my eye and I went in to see it?”

“I would scold you because you just lied to me again.”

I’m about to open my mouth- insist I hadn’t when I catch myself. He knows something, but I won’t ruin his birthday present just because he’s an overly observant taskmaster. I turn to try and unpack the food, to give myself time to make something else up. I take a single apple out of the bag when he raps his wand on the counter top loudly beside me and everything flies quickly to their homes, preventing me from using them as cover.

“Care to tell me what kept you?” He was looming in a manner which told me he was in a very particular mood. He was about to make a meal out of this interrogation and play with his food. In this case, me.

I start to walk away, around the island toward the living room door but suddenly he side steps me and I’m backed up against the fridge. “Did you wish to keep your coat on because you intend to run back out the front door or can I take it off?” He asks. I don't even answer, he is undoing the buttons already. Off it comes.

“Things take longer than we think sometimes. I think this dinner will take a while I should really get started…”

“Didn’t you just have an ice cream?”

“Yes but the roast needs a long time-“

“I am not so famished that I will expire if it's delayed.” He tucks some hair behind my ear as he says it. Then something coils around my ankles like a snake.

“Severus no-“ I start, not his ropes. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him at the best of times, tied up and being questioned, I’ll always fail.

“Don't start making demands. Good girls get to say no. Good girls that dont lie get to tell me they’d rather make dinner.” He snatches my hands out of the air like a lizard might snatch a fly and pulls them behind my back. His ropes slither around them too, pulling each wrist tight to the opposite elbow so my arms rested tight against my lower back with no movement.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, I went where I said I went. I didn't think you were the kind of man who wanted to control me down to the minute.” I bite, I’m getting feisty because I have done nothing wrong.

“The attitude you are giving me is unlike your usual nature. I don’t appreciate you meeting my concern with such dismissal.”

“Concern!? I went to the bloody grocery store!” I insist and that seems to rile him more. I’m thrown up and over his shoulder. “Severus, what is your problem!?” I screech as I’m carried to the living room.

“Guess.” He answers as he puts me down.

“I’m going to choose to remain silent.” I sniff haughtily.

“Guilty little pet.” He grumbles. He sits in his favourite chair and pulls me down over his lap ignoring my protests. “Did you know where you were going when you left this morning?”

“Sort of…” I answer truthfully.

“Not all of your trip was planned?”

“No, the ice cream shop was not planned as I said.” I snap. This earns me a slap across the rear before I’m expecting it. “I’m not lying!”

“You are answering me like a brat.”

“I am answering you honestly!” I bite then yelp because he got me again with a really stingy one.

“Incorrect.” He drawls and then we are silent. I chew on my words instead of speaking them. I’m trying to do something nice for him and I am being punished for it. “I shall answer your question because I am not unreasonable. I am angry because a certain someone was in a very dangerous part of Knockturn Alley alone today.”

Shit. I’m still not sure what he knows and I don't want to blow the surprise. What to tell him… I could try to deflect. Asking him if he was there seemed too guilty though.

“I’m waiting.”

“I think you are intent on punishing me so you might as well get on with it.”

Normally each blow to my behind would be accompanied by soothing caresses, apparently my attitude meant I was not afforded them. After a solid round of ten or more, I had lost count, he finally rested his palm against me, but still it did not rub the sting out. He pauses and is silent. My breathing is loud in my ears.

“This silence is the space designed for you to tell me the true story.”

“My silence is my answer.”

“Is it your intention to test my patience?”

“My intention is to get through this so I can start dinner.”

His ropes start multiplying. They begin to wrap my whole torso like a fly in a spider web. They encircle every inch of me all the way up my neck to my face. They don’t squeeze me, but they threaten. He stands and my body is lifted into the air before him. He’s taking me upstairs and I’m not sure why. “Tell me darling, why am I wrapping you up so tightly?”

“I’m not a legilimens.” I answer sarcastically and the ropes squeeze me as punishment as we move up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“Because you apparently need a reminder that you are mine. I shouldn’t have to wrap my magic around you and squeeze you with it for you to remember.” He says as I am deposited on the bed. “What does it mean for you to be mine, sweetheart?”

“That you insist on hitting me repeatedly on the backside when you don’t get your exact way?”

“This isn’t about me getting my exact way. This is about you disregarding your safety.” He is unfastening my trousers. “Since you so cleverly wormed your way into my heart… it is now your responsibility not to die, or to otherwise be kidnapped, cursed, hexed, jinxed or harmed in any way when you could have easily asked me for an escort.” As he lists the things he thinks could have happened to me in Knockturn alley he eases his hands inside my clothing more and more. He pushes the trousers down a little more with each word.

“A part of being mine is not offering up what is mine to various unsavoury characters by going shopping where there are dark corners and bad people looking for a sweet little thing that can be corrupted, coerced, or just plain tricked out of her gold.” The trousers slip off the ends of my feet and he steals my socks too. I’m wiggling on the cool of the duvet in my lacey panties and a turtleneck top he can’t steal unless he is willing to unleash my arms from their ropes.

“Severus, are you telling me that in addition to spanking me you are going to call me naive, easily tricked, and stupid?”

“I am not calling you those things. You are nothing except foolish.” He leaned over and grabbed my torso by the ropes, sliding me over to him. I am trying to avoid being spanked any more so put my feet on his chest and try to push away. “Stop being so difficult.” He grunts.

“Fine.” I bite and move my feet quickly off him so the way he is pulling on me results in me sliding across the bed and our hips meeting in the middle. I wrap my legs around him. “Is that better, sir?” I ask sarcastically.

“Tone, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Temper, dear.” I return.

Then he tries to move me back across his knees and I struggle. This must surprise him, as I never fight him. Usually my punishments are fake things, for transgressions imagined so that we might have some fun together. Normally I am spanked and I am petted in equal measure and it always leads to more sensual touch than pain. This pain for the sake of real punishment has me so feisty and riled that I try, even with my arms immobilised, to get out of his grasp, but he’s strong.

His hand comes down painfully against my almost bare behind and I still, sitting in the string of it. His fingers trace the lace edge of my knickers to where they disappear into the cleft of my bum and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation as it dances along with the painful one.

“Darling, now is the time to say what it is you were doing there. Otherwise I’ll be giving you nine more to complete this set.”

“One.” I belatedly count with gritted teeth in spiteful answer.

He is silent and gives me another.

“Two.” I grumble and I hear emotion in my voice. He rubs my behind for the first time since he began this punishment.

“Three.” My voice cracks, damn it. He is still. I listen to his breathing. He rubs me. I try to force myself to breathe slowly. “Four- Aaaahh I was getting you a birthday present!” I start to count but it hurts enough that I can’t take it anymore, not the pain as much as the implication that I somehow deserve it.

“From Knockturn alley?”

“I know you’ve been out of Doxy eggs and Jobberknoll feathers for three months and I heard the shop down there had gotten a rather large shipment of supplies so I went to inquire.”

“Oh, Darling… that’s a very thoughtful gift… yet it is still true that it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone to acquire such things for me. As thoughtful as you were being.” He responds.

“I feel like you are underestimating my ability to protect myself.” I whimper.

“Are you crying?” He asks.

“I’m just angry.” I answer, trying to control my breathing before I outright weep.

“Sweetheart…We’ve talked about this. You have to use the safeword if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He sighs and his ropes release me.

I get off him and roll up in a ball on the bed facing away from him. “I wasn’t sure we were playing. You seemed very angry.”

“I was angry. I was completely confused as to why I saw you coming out of that alley and why you were so bloody intent on hiding the truth of it from me. Merlin sake, you could have made some horrible deal with someone down there and have been hiding it from me to save yourself from my ire when I might be the one who could help you.”

I peaked over my shoulder to respond. “You naturally assumed that if I was trying to evade your ire that I would respond best to being tied up and punished?”

Regret washes over his face. “I’m so sorry, pet.”

“You ruined your surprise.” I pout.

He crawls over me, pulling my chin out so he can kiss my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He kisses again. “How do I prove I’m sorry?” I try to move away from his lips but he is persistent. “Give me those pouting lips, precious.”

“You can’t kiss it better, mister meanie.”

He moves away and I hear him rummage in the bedside drawer. He is probably getting the lotion he made for taking away the sting of these spankings. Sure enough a few moments later I feel his hand come back to my half exposed behind and begin gently rubbing it into my flesh that has been tingling from his harder than usual smacks.

He takes his time, carefully getting everywhere, and even sliding his fingers under the lace and getting the upper part of my behind too. When he’s done his hand presses flat over me and rubs over me, his palm skims my sex on it’s way down to rub my thighs and I can’t help but make a little noise as he brushes me.

Never one to miss a small noise, his hand reverses course, tickling the backs of my thighs before those fingers come up and tentatively pet me through the lace. I surprise myself with my moan. I didn’t think I had been aroused by the spanking, it wasn’t like how it normally was and yet when he touched me all the nerves in my body screamed for more.

I was still curled up hiding my face from him in the blankets. He pressed his fingers against me and leaned over to try to see my reaction. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, darling, but your knickers are very wet…” he began. “Do you want me to touch you, or are you too sore at me for it?”

I gave a noncommittal grumble. I was angry. I was also very aroused, and didn’t want to admit it. I heard him breath out of his nose in amusement at my disgruntled mumbles. He trailed those fingertips up and down the part of me that was exposed to him in my defensive side curl.

I started panting into the duvet. When he pulled the lace to the side he paused before slowly touching me “My apology petting is making you so slick, sweetheart. Do you want more? I’m just going to… spread this around, oh dearest… you feel all swollen and ready… do you want daddy’s finger?” He pressed in barley centimetre and I whimpered.

“I see you are determined not to answer me, I will have to read the signs…” he murmurs before I moan into the bedspread as he sank that finger into me. I’m trying to remember my anger but I can’t as he slowly penetrates me over and over while petting my clit and making me clench around him. “I know I have been very bad, precious, but I was only thinking of your safety. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He tells me softly. “Please, dearest, show me your pretty face I can’t stand to have you hide it from me.” He begs softly while making me come undone. Why must he have this power over me?

Truthfully it’s getting awfully hot, panting into the duvet cover with my face hidden from him so I roll my torso over. He smiles at me as I emerge. “There’s my girl…”

“I’m … still.. mad.” I manage but with difficulty as I move towards orgasm.

“I’ll be your eager servant until you forgive me.”

“I need more…” I whine, I’ve been hovering at the edge of something for minutes now and I can’t quite grasp at it.

“My mouth?” He asks.

I shake my head no. I stretch my arms out to him. I want to feel his body weight on me, to be reassured in his wanting of me. I know he is trying to repent for making me angry but I also need to know he is no longer mad. I want to feel him hold me like his ropes had.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but he does withdraw from me in order to crawl above me, seeking a kiss.

“Squeeze please.” I demand with my outstretched arms.

“Before or during?” He smirks.

“Both.” I answer impatiently. He gives me a tight hug, letting his body weight go, he crushes me into the bed. The wool of his clothing is soft on my fingers but sratchy on my inner thighs. When I start grinding against him he pulls away for a moment and relieves me of my undergarments and unbuttons his trousers. “All off.” I instruct, knowing he will likely leave it all on, but my fingers want his flesh and I won’t let him stay buttoned up. It takes a couple of minutes but it’s worth it when he returns. He tries to take my turtleneck. “No. I’m keeping that. I’m always naked you’re always dressed. This time you shiver, I’ll stay cozy. In fact, fetch my socks.” I demand teasingly, and I bite my lip and grin to watch him naked with an erection find my socks with my discarded trousers and bring them back to my feet. He puts them on neatly. I hold open my arms again. “Squeeze.”

“I’m coming…” He rolls his eyes. He is not doing so well at being a devoted servant, he is already giving sass. He does follow orders through and while he squeezes me he kisses me and eventually he pulls away just a little to position himself so he can be inside me.

I sigh happily to be filled and squished at the same time. I wrap my legs around him so my warm sock covered feet cross behind his back. He rocks gently back and forth into me. “I love you, you grumpy man.” I breath into his ear. “Even though… mmm…. You ruin all your presents…”

“I have not ruined anything. While I adore the idea of your present, the only gift I truly cherish is you. So next time… ruin the surprise and ask me to come with you, my love. You’ll make me go grey prematurely worrying over you.” He pants.

“I have one last request for your penance...” I say somewhat shyly.

“Mmm?” He asks, nose buried in my neck, kissing me.

“Fuck me like you’re still mad.” I say it like a question in case he isn’t game for it.

“Oh with pleasure, darling.” He smiles before lifting his weight off me, then biting my neck till I squeal. He begins to slam his hips into mine “Who do you belong to?” He asks.

“You.” I whimper in character.

“That’s right, you were endangering something that belongs to me.” Fuck he’s all stern and it makes me go wild.

“I’m sorry.” I breathe, giving him big apology eyes just for my own enjoyment.

“Don’t make daddy worry or else he is going to treat you like a bad girl. Do you understand?” His dark eyes burrow into me. He’s playing mad daddy for me, but I know there is still truth in this for him.

“Yes sir.” I whimper between mews of pleasure.

“Do you feel you have sufficiently learned your lesson?” When his stern is mixed with being out of breath from the effort of fucking me hard it makes my toes curl.

“Yes.” I choke out.

“I think I will restore your status to good girl provided you remind yourself to whom you belong by begging me to let you come, and then saying my name while you do so.”

Beg him? Provided I have time before my climax comes rushing through my body while he lectures me. “Please Daddy. Please let me come, I promise to be good.”

“Good girl.” He grins, sliding his hand between us to pet me where he knows I won't be able to hold out. “Let me hear you.” He croons. I know I asked for this role play but I feel like he has taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson, to remind me how he makes my body feel. I do belong to him in this way.

“Severus!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he slams into me repeatedly and the waves of pleasure build up then explode through me. He kisses my neck and switches to slow easy thrusts as I spasm around him, eventually slipping out of me but pulling me in close, listening to my shattered breathing.

“Did you not?” I look at him. I hadn't felt him climax with me.

“Doing penance.” He reminded me.

“For how long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Until… I don’t know until after dinner at the least.”

“Oh such a long time for you to abstain.” I roll my eyes.

“I believe you said dinner will take a while.”

“Maybe an hour… Two at most.”

“It will be a very long two hours, precious, as you do look so divine in an apron. If you wish to torture me you could get flour on your face, then I will be really put out about not being able to pull you onto the floor and make you mine.”

“Sir, you will find me willing and able to torture you this evening so don’t give me ideas. Maybe I’ll be wearing nothing but that apron and ample amounts of flour.”

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In which you distract Sev from his work on his birthday

Happy birthday to our beloved prince!! This is a special bday oneshot <3

Genre: smut

Warnings: office sex, creampie, partially clothed sex, dom!Sev, sub!fem reader, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, food play, aftercare

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You softly knocked on Severus's office door, a dark chocolate birthday cake carefully balanced in your hands. White icy frosting bore the message, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEV!"

Your husband opened his office door, his features laced with exhaustion and irritation. His features softened considerably when he saw you standing there with a beaming smile and birthday cake.

"Hi," he said softly, letting you inside his office. You stepped inside, being greeted by the sights and smells of various bubbling and smoking cauldrons on his desk. Despite it being his birthday, Severus still did his work like any other day. You wished that he'd allow himself to take a day off for once.

"Happy birthday, my love," you said, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. Severus's chest, which had been tight with stress from his work, loosened as his lips found your soft ones. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss before pulling away to murmur, "Thank you, princess. Did you make this cake all for me?"

"Of course I did," you laughed, placing the cake down on a nearby table. You glanced sideways at the potions on his desk, adding, "Why don't you put those away and have some cake? You've been working so hard recently and I'm so proud of you, but it's your birthday and you deserve to relax."

Severus pulled you forward by your waist, the sudden movement making your breath hitch. You craned your neck to look up at him, as he was several inches taller than you and naturally towered over you. His staggering height made you feel both protected and weak in the knees.

"I have to keep prototyping those potions, sweetheart," Severus said as he dotted your forehead with kisses. You frowned and he kissed your frown away. "It's just my luck that my birthday happens to fall on a work day."

"Sev, for the love of Merlin," you said, exasperated. Severus raised an eyebrow at you, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your hips that nearly made you squirm.

"You deserve to relax," you repeated firmly, holding your head high. "Have some cake with me and we'll sit and chat about stupid things."

Severus exhaled slowly through his nose, leaning down to press a singular kiss to your neck. He smelled so good, like cinnamon and rain. Your eyelids fluttered, biting your lip and whining when he pulled away.

A ghost of a smirk played at his lips as he responded, "We can have the cake later, baby. I need to finish my work."

"Severus Snape, I swear to god-"

Severus laughed. Your sentence fell short and you stared up at him, perplexed. He pressed a second, longer kiss to your neck this time, and you felt heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach.

"Just give me a few minutes to finish up, okay? Take a seat and then I'll be ready for you." Severus pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before relucantly releasing you from his embrace.

He returned to his desk and you quickly sat down across from him, playing nervously with the hem of your skirt as you watched him work.

Severus hummed thoughtfully to himself as he worked, glancing up at you every now and then. Every time he caught your eye he smiled, his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight as he hurried to finish.

He yearned for you. Despite his desire to bend you over his desk and fuck you, he wanted to finish his work. He knew that he was practically edging himself and you, but that's what he liked. He enjoyed the fun and tension of it.

The moment Severus finished working and cleared his workspace, you immediately rose from your seat to grab the cake. You proudly placed it down in the center of his desk, summoning two forks and a small knife.

Severus smiled softly at you as he stood up, snaking his arms around your waist and watching over your shoulder as you sliced him a piece.

You turned around in his arms, your back pressed into the lip of his desk. Severus's chest was pressed into your front, his leg dangerously placed between your thighs. You swallowed thickly, handing him his slice as your cheeks burned crimson.

"Thank you, baby," Severus smiled, forking a piece into his mouth. He chewed slowly, relishing in the rich flavor. The dark chocolate melted pleasantly on his tongue and he hummed appreciatively.

"This tastes amazing," he said, noticing that a bit of frosting had gotten on his finger. He slowly licked it off, his eyes finding yours. You rubbed your thighs together on instinct, your blush deepening, and your breath quickening.

Severus must have noticed your sudden change in demeanor because he smirked, collecting more frosting on his finger. "Do you want to try some?" he asked you. You gasped; his voice was remarkably deeper than usual, presumably because of his growing arousal.

You nodded silently. Severus chuckled darkly.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

Severus pressed himself closer to you, his knee nudging your clothed cunt. You gasped again, tightly gripping his forearms as you fought to stay on your feet. Severus gathered more frosting, trailing his finger down the column of your neck and leaving behind a trail of white frosting.

"I want to try some," you finally said, your voice meek and trembling as you grew needier for Severus. Severus smiled tenderly at you, raising his finger to your mouth. You opened your mouth and he slowly slid his finger past your lips and into your mouth.

Just like you did with his cock, you immediately closed your lips around the digit, staring up at him innocently through your lashes.

You could feel Severus's hard cock pressing against your leg as you sucked on his finger. He released a quiet moan, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. He licked and kissed at the frosting he had left behind there, all while you continued to suck the frosting off his finger. It tasted wonderfully sweet.

Severus slowly brought his head up, his lips covered in frosting. You had a second to breathe before he smashed his lips against yours, groaning needily into your mouth as he lifted you up onto his desk with ease.

"Sev-" you gasped, moaning loudly when he reattached his lips to your neck, sucking harder and firmer on your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, knotting your fingers in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed your body.

"You taste so sweet," Severus moaned as he pulled away, licking the remaining frosting off of his lips. He pulled you closer by your hips, eagerly hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt.

"May I?" Severus asked you, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with lust. Although he was horny and desperate to fuck you into tomorrow, consent was the most important thing to him.

"Yes, daddy," you responded boldly. Something inside Severus shifted upon bearing you address him like that, and he practically tore your skirt into two as he removed it. He discarded it to the side, dropping to his knees to worship you like the goddess he saw you as.

"So pretty," he hummed, softly kissing your inner thighs. He silently admired your underwear; they were pink and lacy, decorated with a small white bow at the top. Severus couldn't wait to unwrap that birthday present.

Severus hooked your legs over his shoulders, inhaling the smell of sex as he inched closer to your dripping cunt. You nibbled on your bottom lip, excitement coursing through your veins. However, your excitement quickly deflated when Severus stood up.

"What-" you began to ask before being shushed by Severus. You watched him push the cake to the side, your eyes widening as he gathered a dollop of frosting on his finger.

He returned to his kneeling position and slid your underwear off, lifting your hips with one large hand. "When did you buy that pair?" Severus asked you, his lips grazing your clit. You whined, tugging gently on his hair. Severus pulled back, frowning up at you.

"I asked you a question, princess," he said, his voice edged with impatience.

"Last week," you answered, squirming when he dragged his frosting-clad finger across the top of your cunt. "Daddy," you quickly added, keening under his light touches.

"You should buy more like that," Severus suggested through a breathy chuckle. He firmly held your thighs in place over his shoulders, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your cunt, licking the frosting off in the process.

"Fuck," you moaned, barely having time to process his ministrations before he took your throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Ah, p-please-" you stammered, your back arching as Severus worshiped your clit. You weren't quite sure what you were begging for, but Severus took the initiative and added his tongue to the mix, lapping up your arousal.

"Such a good girl for me," he growled, his nose rubbing against your clit as he worked his tongue along your slit. Your thighs trembled as you threw your head back, staring upside down at the numerous potions lining the shelves behind you.

"Oh my god," you gasped, digging your fingers into his scalp. Severus moaned against you, directing two clean fingers toward your entrance. He pushed them inside, causing your thighs to clamp around his head.

"God, your cunt is fucking ethereal," Severus groaned as he scissored his fingers inside of you. You were a complete mess, dribbling out all over his desk and tongue. Your body was aflame with pleasure, your orgasm approaching its peak.

"I'm so close," you whimpered to Severus, listening to the lewd sound of his fingers coming in contact with your cunt with each swift thrust. "Please don't stop- ah!"

Severus had taken your clit back into his mouth, sucking firmly. He moved his fingers faster and harder until you were crying out, pulling on his hair as your orgasm crashed through you.

Severus gently lapped at your clit as you came down from your climax, murmuring sweet words that seemed quite oxymoronic with how he had your legs shaking.

"You came so much for me, my sweet girl," Severus praised as he stood up, proudly puffing out his chest. Knowing that he could bring you so much pleasure with his tongue and fingers alone greatly boosted his confidence.

Severus leaned in to kiss you and you could taste a mixture of yourself and frosting. You were breathing unsteadily, your mind a bit fuzzy from your mind-blowing orgasm.

Severus slowly pressed kisses to your cheek, softly asking you, "Are you okay?" As much as he loved making you orgasm, you seemed to be in a heavy daze that raised his concerns.

"I'm okay," you said, nodding and licking your lips. You pulled him closer by the front of his robes, nibbling on his jawline and lazily palming his hard cock over his trousers. Severus moaned softly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down to the desk.

"No touching," he chastised, winking at you. You opened your mouth to complain but quickly fell silent when he unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his cock from its confinements. The head was red and leaking, the shaft veined and girthy.

"Pretty," you mumbled as you gazed at his cock, biting your lip as you hesitantly reached both hands out to touch it. Severus didn't stop you; he watched you with attentive eyes, breathing slowly as you struggled to wrap both hands around his cock.

"Look at that, baby," Severus cooed, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "Your hands barely fit around my big cock."

You whimpered and nodded, giving his cock a few strokes. Severus immediately stopped your movements and you glared at him. He laughed, amused, and grabbed your hips, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you," Severus spoke, grabbing his cock and stroking it familiarly as he lined it up with your weeping entrance. You held onto his biceps, biting your lip as he undid the buttons of your blouse and pulled your bra down far enough so that your breasts were visible.

"I love you too," you breathed, pressing desperate little kisses to his cheek. Severus held you closely, smoothly pushing in with a grunt.

You whimpered and gripped his biceps, your mouth hanging open. Severus slowly kissed your lips and began to move in quick, shallow thrusts, gradually stretching you out.

"So fucking good," Severus grunted against your neck, holding your hips tightly. One hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles that caused you to squeeze his cock.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy is like a fucking vice," Severus moaned, lying you down on his desk. You accidentally knocked over quills and books as you laid down, gripping the sides of the desk.

Severus bent over you, his breath hot and heavy on your neck. He thrusted harder, making your breasts jiggle in the confinements of your bra.

"Feels so good," you said breathily. Severus grabbed your hands and held them, pressing forward deeply and saying, "Yeah? My big cock stretches you out so good, doesn't it?"

"It does!" you cried out, wrapping your quivering legs around Severus's waist. You let out soft whimpers and moans, almost feeling lightheaded with lust as Severus continued to buck into you.

"Your pretty clit's all swollen," Severus cooed as he rubbed it quicker. It throbbed against his thumb, pulsing with overstimulation. You bit your lip, fighting to keep it down in order to avoid waking up the entire castle.

"Let me hear you," Severus said gruffly, snapping his hips so hard that his desk began to shake.

You shook your head. Severus abruptly stopped thrusting and you whined, squirming your hips around.

"Come on, sweetheart. I said, let me hear you," Severus repeated, continuing to rub your clit. Your walls fluttered around his cock and you moaned quietly; he was definitely doing that on purpose.

"Good girl." Severus resumed thrusting, drawing more lewd sounds from you. You clutched onto him, begging him to go faster.

"Faster? Fuck, you're so needy," Severus said, thrusting faster just like you had begged him to. You raked your fingers down his cloak, which he still wore, sliding the thick fabric between your fingers.

You could feel yourself growing closer to orgasm, your body shaking with each powerful thrust. Severus moaned above you, his face flushed red from his exertion. You grabbed his face in your hands, whimpering to him, "I'm gonna come soon."

Severus sloppily kissed you, his tongue circling yours. He held you tight as he moaned back, "Let go for me, princess. You've been so good for me."

You embraced him, releasing a broken moan as your orgasm reached its peak. Severus never stopped rubbing your clit as you came, drawing intense waves of pleasure from you. You shook beneath him, gasping for air as he continued to fuck you.

Severus let out a loud moan of your name as he came, filling you to the brim. He stayed still for a few moments, keeping you stuffed full of his warm seed. You were still squeezing him, milking him dry of every last drop.

"I'd say that was the best birthday I've ever had," Severus laughed quietly, stroking your face. You smiled, pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'm glad it was," you said, "although you gave me most of the pleasure. I feel like it should've been me giving it to you, since it's your birthday."

Severus carefully pulled out, rubbing the head of his cock on your overstimulated clit. You whined and he chuckled, helping you sit up and cleaning himself and you up with a simple spell.

"I was receiving pleasure," he assured you, picking you up bridal style. You hooked your arms around the back of his neck, smiling up at him. "Your pussy feels like magic."

"Sev," you murmured, blushing in embarrassment at his words. Severus simply smiled down at you and pecked your forehead, carrying you to his adjacent private chambers.

There, he got you comfortable in bed and gently massaged your muscles, especially the ones in your legs. They were still shaking a little from your two orgasms.

"Thank you again for the cake," Severus said as he ran his large hands up and down your legs. "It was very tasty, but not as tasty as you."

You grinned and shyly hid your face in your pillow, giggling when Severus pressed kisses to your legs. How an amazing birthday it truly was for Severus.

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Young And Beautiful

Summary: In where Severus wonders how someone so beautiful could love him.

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warning(s): body image issues, implied age gap, a bit of angst but also all the fluff to combat it (I'm too weak to write straight angst haha)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Hoo boi it's been a while! In something totally different from the last two fics I wrote here is a lil comforting Sev fic bc I love him 🥺🥺and Alan's portal of Snape, even if he was twice the age of what the books had was perfect (also dad bod 🙏). Soo, I kind of just said why don't we just run with that, so Sev is like in his 50s or something in here and probably OOC bc love does that to you I guess.

A/N+: Is the title bc of that Lana Del Rey song yes lol. I'll stop rambling now enjoy!!

“For fucks sake!”

The sharp exclamation that reverberated around the room caused [Y/n] to jump in place and drop the lipstick she was about to apply onto the vanity with a faint ‘thud’. A squeak of surprise left her lips as she poked her head out of the bathroom, eyes quickly falling onto the back of her husband who was standing in front of the closet mirror.

She watched as he tugged at the arms of the black outer coat incessantly, frustrated curses leaving his lips as with one pull to one arm's sleeve, the other would roll up in sync with it. Bemused, she wordlessly made her way over to his side, a hand laying upon his forearm as she examined the contrasting expressions on their features in the mirror.

“What’s wrong darling?”

Her hand rubbed his arm in a pacifying manner while she placed soft kisses against his clothed forearm before laying her head against it.

“The last time I saw you this irritated is when our sweet baby boy somehow melted our floor with his vomit.”

They both couldn’t help but pause to wince at that memory. It was a long story that started with irritation that morphed into a slight panic, but it was indeed the confirmation that their little boy was a wizard. While her expression changed into serene amusement still thinking about that, his only went from a grimace to a muted frown at the current struggle.

“It’s these damn buttons!”

Usually deft fingers fiddled with said irritants yet still having issues with some of them closing caused a loud scoff to leave his lips before he let his hands drop to his side in a defeated manner.

“As you see they won’t close.”

Taking a step in front of him and running her fingers against the cloth, she pulled gently on the flaps of the coat and noticed that while they did meet it wasn’t without a bit of effort. It couldn’t be comfortable considering the grunt Severus had let out when she did try to tug the pieces together so she let the fabric go.

“When was the last time you wore this?” She questioned strolling behind him, fingers reaching from behind him and latching onto the lapel of the coat. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he yanked at one of the sleeves before foregoing it all together and with clenched teeth gritted out,

“I don’t know, a year, two, what does it matter? We are going to be late!”

“Well my dear husband,” she started gently, pulling the coat off of him and tossing it on the bed behind them, it making a soft ‘fwuff’ sound when it landed, “it looks like those are too small and we need to take a trip to Madam Malkin’s. I’m sure transfiguring some other dark cloth on it for the time being will work though.”

Standing on tiptoes and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she turned to go back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. Grabbing the lipstick that had rolled into the sink after she walked away, a little huff escaped her noticing that the fall had damaged it and smashed the delicate tip of the cosmetic.

“Tsk, damn it.”

A sigh left her as she placed the tube back down and glared at it to make sure it stayed in place while she went to retrieve her wand to fix it. Pleased that it wasn’t rolling about, she began to make her way to the nightstand on her side of the bed, only to stop when she noticed Severus was no longer standing at the mirror but sitting on the side of the bed with his head down cradled in his hands.

“Sev what’s wrong?”

The frown that tugged at her lips was an automatic response to his dour position and she was by his side in an instant when he didn’t respond. One arm was strewn around his broad shoulders while another found its way to the hand covering his face. Delicate fingers stroked the skin beneath her thumb before she leaned down briefly to place a feathery soft kiss against his knuckles.

“Darling what’s bothering you?” Her voice came out in a hushed manner while she continued to caress his hand in hopes of giving him comfort while eyeing him with concern. There was only silence between them as he kept his face buried in his palms making no move to answer her.

“Severus-”

“Even after all this time, I still don’t understand,” he cut her off with an elongated weary sigh, hands dropping from his face, and landing on his lap in a clenched fist. Her hand that had been holding his fell to her own lap as she waited for him to speak.

“Why someone so...so young and beautiful would want to be with me?"

From the sharp inhale of breath that filled her lungs, it was clear that [Y/n] hadn’t been prepared for the statement that fell from his lips. It was no secret that when they started dating, he had some insecurities about himself even if he tried to hide them between harsh words and sneers that would make even the most battle-hardened wizard shiver.

There were many arguments that stemmed from those insecurities and some of hers too that lead to tear-filled nights. But they always worked through them together, never wanting to leave things unsaid whenever something hurtful might have been said out of anger.

In time the bond between the two of them strengthened, and the arguments became words of encouragement and love, and well here they were now, husband and wife along with a little boy.

So to say she was surprised when she heard him say this was an understatement. At first, she didn’t know how to respond, too stunned and caught off guard by such a sudden confession. It wasn’t until she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding that she let her question out, voice wavering a bit,

“W-What are you going on about Severus?”

“Look at me!” Sharp words came out with a tone of bitterness as he balled his hands into tight fists causing blue veins to contrast with pale skin. His lips were turned downward in a scowl while his eyebrows were knitted together, summoning the frown marks that had rarely made an appearance nowadays.

“An old, bitter, hideous man who can’t even fit into my own clothing,” he snarled, bringing his fists down against his legs with each insult he threw at himself.

It was done with such force that each time he struck his leg, her own hands twitched immediately wanting to grab him and stop him from hurting himself. “That is what I’m going on about [Y/n]! I cannot comprehend why you ever chose me when you could have had your pick of the lot someone who could-”

“Enough!”

[Y/n] voice rang around them firm and clear as she found herself shooting up from his side not wanting to hear any more of his self-deprecating diatribe.

“Severus, listen to me.” She dropped to her knees next to his legs, hands reaching out and taking his balled-up fist into them. “Stop saying those horrid things about yourself because you are none of them do you understand? You are hardly old, and even so we all age, we all grow old so what does it matter?”

Pausing, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his knuckles before her eyes traveled up to look at him. When their eyes met, she felt a pang of sorrow grow in her chest as she took in his miserable expression.

His lips still turned downward in a frown and dark eyes were watering as he tried to focus on her but all he could think about was how she would have been better without him. But she didn’t think that. Never in a million years, that’s why she was with him. In her mind, no other person could hold a candle to him, the man she loved and cherished with every fiber of her being.

“You call yourself bitter, yet tell me how could a bitter man love me so well?” She continued, this time placing a kiss against the top of his clothed leg which twitched at the action. Her eyes sparkled at him with hopes that he could feel the earnestness of her words, and if not, it was an open invitation for him to look and feel how much she loved him.

“You make me so happy every day I get to wake up beside you! Besides, how could someone bitter raise our son to be such a sweet and loving boy.”

Even with her words, she could see there was still doubt in his expression. His eyes still held hesitancy in them and his hands were still clenched with such force she was sure there would be imprints of his nails on his palm. So she continued more than willing to give him the praise and comfort that he needed from her because he so deserved it.

“And hideous my love?”

Releasing his hand from her grip, [Y/n] trailed her fingers up from his thigh all the way up to right above his heart before a smirk crossed her lips. Even in that solemn moment, Severus could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of her with the look she was giving him. Before he could even say anything though, he felt her hand leave for a moment before he was pushed back against the bed.

A watery choked gasp escaped his throat as he tried to cover his tear-filled eyes with his forearm but she was having none of that. Quickly she straddled herself on top of his hips, legs spread on opposite sides of him as she grabbed his arm and brought it to her lips. Their eyes met briefly before she placed her lips on his palm, kissing the pale flesh and drawing another gasp from him.

“You are the most handsome.”

She started, laying his hand down on the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his midsection before trailing kisses up to his chest just right above his heart.

“Most alluring.”

She continued whispering against him, laying herself on top of him now, as she went to press her lips softly against his neck. The side where faded yet visible scars stood testament to the horror he had endured years ago. It was something he hated looking at it for years yet she wasn’t once disgusted by him for it.

His breath hitched at the contact, and the soft whimper that left his lips was accompanied by a stray tear escaping at her action as he stared at the ceiling. Pressing one more kiss to his neck, she continued to trail her lips across his throat, stopping for a moment to watch how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed before kissing it too.

“And most enchanting, man I’ve ever had the honor to set my eyes on,” she finished with a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing her lips against his own, “and nothing anyone can say, including you, will ever change my mind about this!”

“[Y/n].”

“Shh,” she hushed him before he could say anything more and closed the minuscule distance between their lips.

Reflectively they both let out a moan at the contact that brought warmth to both of their faces. One of Severus’ arms wrapped around her waist while the other found home on the back of her head and he cradled her close. All thoughts of being late to their reservation were lost as they enveloped each other with their warmth.

Their lips were soft against each other as they pulled back only to fill their lungs with air before delving back into one another. Quiet sighs and groans escaped them as they lost their sense of time with one another.

Hands roamed over each other in a soothing manner that made the safe comforting feeling they had feel more intense. Both of their hearts squeezed at that.

It was [Y/n] who finally pulled away from him much to his chagrin. She wore a warm smile on her face as she maneuvered herself so that they could both gaze at each other. Neither said anything to the other as they lay in each other's presence finding that at that moment nothing else needed to be said.

They laid undisturbed for a while, the only noises around them were birds chirping outside signaling that the day was slowly coming to an end, and the soft sounds of their breathing.

As the singing of the birds continued, both of them slowly began to get up from their places on the bed. There was a peaceful stillness between them as they each made their way to separate areas of the room to finish getting dressed.

Severus grabbed the offending coat from earlier and began to search the closet for a similar one he had while [Y/n] went to retrieve her wand as she was doing so earlier and made her way back into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before she was standing at the door, just finishing putting on a sensible pair of heels that she felt arms wrap around her waist and a kiss being pressed on the top of her head. A delighted hum escaped her lips as she turned around to get a look at Severus, a joke on the tip of her tongue about male and female stereotypes about getting ready.

But it fizzled as quickly as it came when she found herself ogling him. Eyes drinking in the way the coat from earlier that had caused distress was now draped on him in a manner that accentuated his waist quite nicely. She knew for a fact that she probably had the derpiest lopsided smile on her face as she kept eyeing her husband up and down.

“Oh my Merlin Severus Snape, are you trying to get me sent to Azkaban?”

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from the way his eyebrows shot up in a bewildered expression as [Y/n] hands flew to his waist and began to smooth her hand against the coat. Eyes gleaming as she kept ogling at how good he looked, she continued with her spew, enthusiasm and sincerity dripping off of each word.

“Because if any witch or wizard has the same thoughts I’m having about you right now at this dinner I will duel them to the death.”

A choked cough (or laugh) left his lips as he turned away from her in an attempt to cover the blush that was creeping up from her words. While said in jest, there was a hint of seriousness in her tone that had him believe that she would probably duel someone in the middle of a restaurant for staring.

“Thank you my love, I’m glad I inspire you so much that you would risk going to Azkaban because of unsolicited ogling but,” he murmured, going in to wrap his arms around her waist causing her to mimic his action and laying her head against his chest enjoying being in his embrace. “It is my preference that you not be sent there as I'm quite fond of you. Plus I think our little boy would be quite upset with his mum.”

“Oh, you are worth so much more risk than that! But you are right,” she said, eyes flickering up to him and a content smile on her face while she studied the bemused expression he wore. “I’m quite happy with our little family so I’ll try to rein in my possessiveness.”

“I think the other patrons and myself would appreciate that,” he answered as he loosened his grip around her and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. His fingers stroked the supple skin causing her to nuzzle his palm happily enjoying the warmth that radiated off it.

“And [Y/n]?”

“Yes, that's me!”

“Thank you.”

She didn’t know when her eyes closed, but she found them opening at his word of gratitude and meeting his own. Those dark inky pools that by nature should only be capable of holding a perceived coldness were warm and welcoming to her as they held each other gazes.

“For what?”

“You of all people know it is no secret that I have my…flaws. I’m a grumpy old man that can’t be bothered to deal with most people,” he sighed as he went to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “And sometimes I wonder how someone so radiant like you could wake up each day and be happy with me. ”

“Oh Severus, we all have flaws, they make us who we are and give us interest and you have many more good things about you that negate them,” she beamed up at him, her hand going up to push a stray strand of hair away from his face.

“And sure you may be grumpy sometimes but that’s okay because,” she mused while going onto her tippy toes and pressing her lips against his cheek. A smile sat on her features when she pulled away and she took in the questioning raise of his eyebrow and that quirk of his lips. “You let me kiss you more when you’re grumpy so I don’t mind it at all.”

His nostrils flared a bit at the sudden escape of air that left him at her playful words and before she knew it, he had leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. Their noses brushed affectionately against each other's due to the closeness and he murmured a quiet,

“Silly girl.”

Before placing another swift kiss on her lips and straightening up leaving [Y/n] with a dreamy smile as she looked up at him.

“But I’m your silly girl who is very happy with you and will love you until the end of time with all your flaws!”

Shoulders that had been tense the whole evening had dropped and the unsure expression that clouded his features began to dissipate at her confession.

He had felt silly about the way he acted early on, letting his emotions control him as if he were a petulant child, yet she didn’t miss a beat in trying to make him think differently with words of encouragement and love. She made him feel safe, she always had and he was so very thankful that she was with him.

The thought had his lips curling upwards into not a grin, but a smile, the first real smile that he had given her that day and he could all but feel her happiness radiate around him as she returned it with her own. Her smile, soft and delicate, was similar to his tone when he responded to her with,

“I know you will.”

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Could you please write a Remus or Sirius or James (or all 3) smut based off of this porn link

of course i can 😏 thanks to @luci-n-lyssa for reading this over twice while i was in the process of writing it!! 😚 also the reader is either naked or without underwear, which i never really described bc i thought the person in the porn was too. but i was wrong so i’m clarifying that here.

a/n: kinda hate this and feel like it’s super choppy. writing foursomes is hard idk how people do it well

word count: 3.7k

Remus Lupin x James Potter x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Sub James and Reader, Dom Remus and Sirius. Masturbation, vibrators, bondage, degradation, punishment, d/s dynamics, praise, handjobs, daddy kink, overstimulation, crying, bimbofication, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, safewords are in place

“Daddy please” you whine pitifully as Remus tightens the strap on your thighs, completing the binds that hold you quite nearly motionless on his bed.

“Shut up, puppy, we don’t wanna listen to you whine.” Sirius grumbles from where he sits on his own mattress, fingers trailing up and down James’s bare side as the bespectacled boy lays with his head in Sirius’s lap. Both their gazes are trained intently on you and your helpless position.

“This is what you wanted anyway, isn’t it?” Remus muses, long fingers checking over all your binds to ensure they’re snug enough to limit your movements but not uncomfortably tight. “You wanted to use your little toy, so we’re gonna let you.”

You whimper at his reference to your earlier transgression, your cheeks heating at the reminder of the shame you’d felt when your three doms had entered your dorm to find you nude, on your bed, moaning as you pleasured yourself with your vibrating wand.

“Toss me the vibrator, Pads.” Remus orders gruffly once he deems your binds appropriate. The raven haired male picks up the device from its spot beside him on his bed and pitches it to the lycanthrope, who catches it easily in one large hand as he looks down at you sternly.

“Alright, bunny. I’m gonna turn this on, and-“

“Please don’t, I’m so sorry-“

“Fuckin’ hell, he didn’t ask for your input. How dumb are you, puppy?” Sirius interrupts your interjection, fingers gently massaging the skin of James’s scalp beneath his soft curls as the boy’s cheek rests against his thigh, his soft touch a stark contrast to his hard tone.

You whimper, looking up at Remus with a deliberate pout. To your dismay, he offers you no sympathy in response to Sirius’s cruel words.

“He’s right, angel, you know better than to interrupt me.” He reprimands cooly, making you whimper softly at the unfairness of it all, before continuing. “Now, as I was saying. I’m going to turn this on, and put it right between your pretty legs, up against your clit.”

“‘M I allowed to cum?” You question meekly, muscles flexing in your binds anxiously, unsure whether or not you’d be able to stop your sensitive body from doing so anyway.

“Course you are, babydoll” James pipes up now, voice low and smooth, clearly relaxed by Sirius’s gentle ministrations. “You’re gonna cum lots and lots for us, put on a real pretty show.” His tone is one of satisfaction, a sly grin adorning his lips, and you let out a plaintive whine.

“Lots and lots? But-“

“No buts about it, bun.” Remus cuts you off, sounding somewhat annoyed. “You’re just determined to be difficult tonight, aren’t you? Why can’t you just take your punishment like a good girl, hm?”

“Sorry” you murmur out softly, cheeks heating at his reprimand. “I’ll be good.”

“Damn right you will, or I’ll make sure you don’t sit for weeks.” You barely hear the words from Sirius as they’re muttered out between his gritted teeth from across the room. But, you manage to pick up on them, and the threat has a shock of nerves shooting through you, making you whimper pathetically in response.

Any further noises of complaint are drowned out somewhat when Remus flicks the dial on the vibrator, a trilled buzz filling the room. You try to squirm away as the lycanthrope moves to position the wand, but the attempt is made futile by the secure straps rendering you immobile.

You let out a startled gasp of pleasure as the device makes contact with your pussy, the head pressed firmly against your swollen clit and sending shockwaves of sensation through your most sensitive nerves. Remus lodges the wand securely between your clenching thighs, making sure that the quivering head remains against your button.

“There we are. How does that feel, bunny?” Remus inquires, eyes raking over your already trembling form with a nearly suppressed hunger.

“G-good” you gasp out, words more whimpered than spoken.

“Good.” He echoes, turning to pad over to the bed Sirius and James occupy and take his spot beside them, purportedly to take in the view. You whine as the toy buzzes away against you, the sensation only heightened by your subtle jerks and squirms, the straps leaving indentations on your taught limbs.

“That’s it, puppy.” Sirius says as he watches your helpless form writhe. “Just gotta lay there and look pretty for us.” You flit your gaze over to your engaged audience and are met with orbs of blue hazel and grey, the likes all but eclipsed by black in the boys’ arousal. Arousal which is apparent by the state of their crotches- James’s cock exposed, rouged and leaking, Sirius’s boxer clad groin forming an obvious tent beside James’s resting head, and Remus’s grey trousers similarly tight.

As you tremble with pleasureful shock after pleasureful shock, the hungry eyes of your doms only adding to the stimulation, you see James roll over onto his front. Cheek still resting against Sirius’s thigh, still watching you intently, he begins rocking subtly against the bed. Sirius chuckles, his touch on the boy’s scalp firming as he catches on to what the boy is doing.

“Look, Moons.” Sirius catches the male’s attention, Remus’s gaze shifting somewhat hesitantly away from you and towards James, where you catch his eyes widen slightly and a grin form on his face. “You gettin’ all worked up watchin’ our girl squirm, Prongs?” Sirius teases, hand trailing down to leave ghosted paths on the warm skin of James’s back, his muscles flexing with his movements against the mattress. The boy nods, letting out a soft whimper.

“‘S real pretty, isn’t it?” Remus muses, looking back at you to take in your quivering form once more. You moan softly, both from the sensation on your clit and the interactions of the boys before you. You watch as Sirius reaches down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging down the material and allowing his hard member to spring up and slap against his slender abdomen. James lifts his head immediately at the sound, his wide, eager eyes those of a puppy.

“Y’wanna suck me off, pretty boy?” James nods eagerly, widening Sirius’s grin with his enthusiasm. “Go ahead, then. Suck my cock while you listen to our pretty girl.”

You let out another lewd moan at the sight of James tilting his head down, mouth open to accept Sirius’s cock into it. You watch him eagerly suckle at the tip, causing Sirius’s lips to part in pleasure and a soft groan to spill from between them.

“That’s a good boy, Prongs. Such a good cock sucker.” He praises as he continues to gently rub the boys’ back, which is still rippling with motion. You flick your gaze to the lycanthrope who sits at the pair’s right and find his eyes trained similarly on James as he works. You whimper, foggy mind offended by the lack of attention, and then let out a somewhat dramatic moan in hopes of regaining the boys’ regard.

“Oh bunny” Remus croons, meeting your desperate gaze “we didn’t forget about you.”

“Such a needy girl. Can’t go one second without attention, can you?” Sirius taunts with exaggerated irritation. You whimper.

“N-no, just feels good. Go-onna cum.” The words come out stuttered by moans as you use your impending release as a cover for your attention-seeking outburst.

“Go ahead, then.” Remus allows in a tone that edges on bored, his apparent indifference fanning the billowing flames inside you. “We told you you could cum whenever you’d like.”

With that confirmation of permission- and guarantee of their attentive viewership- you allow yourself to loosen up, allow your body to rapidly ascend towards that pleasurable peak as the vibrator bombards your clit with sensation.

You let out a long, pornographic moan as rapture engulfs you, back arching off the bed as much as your leather restrictions will allow, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. You’re pleased to hear the pair of groans your ringing ears just barely pick up, indicating Remus and Sirius’s enjoyment of the sight.

“Look, Prongs.” Sirius grunts, grabbing a fistful of the boy’s curly locks and pulling him upwards with a ‘pop’, angling his head to view your trembling form and blissed out facial features. “Look how fucking pretty she looks as she cums.”

James’s groan gets added to the mix as he watches you, and you throw your head to the side to look at the boys, stars dancing across your vision and blurring your view of their focused faces.

Then your orgasm’s over, and the onslaught of vibrations against your swollen, oversensitive clit has you crying out and bucking as much as you can.

“Daddy” you shout at the sensation as it edges on pain, turning to the lycanthrope in charge. “Stop it- ‘s too much, already came, ‘m done” you blabber, your overworked mind too fuzzy to recall that the overstimulation is the entire point.

“Hush, bunny, you’re fine.” Remus easily dismisses your anguish, reaching down to give his bulge a squeeze, relieving the tension that’s building there.

“I’m not, it hurts, daddy” you whimper out as the vibrations persist, although the twinges of pain are already starting to fade and make way for yet another build up of pleasure.

“He said you’re fuckin fine, pup.” Sirius grits out, voice tight as James’s mouth works him, the raven haired boy having coaxed the submissive back onto his cock while you’d whined to Remus. “Don’t argue. This is a punishment, remember? ‘S not about your comfort.”

“But- ohhh” your stubborn complaints are cut off by a moan as pleasure engulfs the pain in its entirety, your body’s libido revitalized and coaxing you slowly towards another orgasm. Remus chuckles.

“See, poppet? You’re such a little slut that you like it.”

“Daddy” is all you can think to moan, mind bleary as you struggle to form a sentence “good- feels really good”

“What a pathetic little thing.” Sirius sounds almost bored as he utters the words, fingers back to massaging James’s scalp as the boy toils over his cock, the latter’s broad hips still rutting against the mattress.

Your attention is pulled away from the erotic display by the telltale sound of a zipper, and your eyes flick immediately to Remus’s lap, where as expected the boy is freeing is long, hard cock from the confines of his trousers. He spits into his hand and begins unceremoniously stroking his cock, and when you raise your gaze you find his directly on you, watching with great intent.

The whole scene makes your stomach flutter, the knowledge that Remus and Sirius are getting off to the sight of you- that James is humping the bed over the sound alone- adding to your arousal tenfold.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s a good boy, James” Sirius groans out when James takes him down to the hilt, his nose nestled in the coarse bed of black hair at Sirius’s base. Slender fingers trail down James’s back to a cheek of his ass, squeezing firmly at the flesh as his muscles flex and pulse with the boy’s desperate undulations. You moan as you watch, hips jolting upwards rhythmically thanks to the vibrations of the toy and your cresting orgasm.

“Gonna cum again already, bunny?” Remus asks, words accented by the wet squelches of his fist on his cock. You nod so vigorously it appears your neck may snap, the pleasure inside you budding into full bloom as a long, high moan escapes you.

“Fuck yes” Sirius gasps out, and James’s audible gag is enough for even your enraptured mind to know the boy’s hips snapped upwards at the sight and sound of your intense orgasm.

Your pleasure subsides quickly and gives way to that pain once again- though this time it’s more sharp, more intense, and it has you whimpering and crying out and all but thrashing on the bed.

“Please please please” you beg fruitlessly as you writhe, desperate to get away from the relentless sensation. “Turn it off daddy, please, turn it off!”

“You know what to say if you want it off, baby.” Remus reminds you of your safe word, voice somewhat gentle.

“Otherwise shut the fuck up.” Sirius adds in a low growl. James pops off from his cock.

“She sounds pretty when she begs though” he counters, eyeing your squirming, whimpering form with a lusty gaze.

“Yeah, you’re right. She certainly does.” Sirius concedes before promptly tangling a hand in James’s hair and leading his mouth back onto his leaking dick.

“Daddy” your voice is shrill as your torture continues, your skin chafing and your muscles aching where the binds hold you tight. Before you can beg further your hips jolt upwards again, however this time your thighs clench just right and squeeze the vibrator our of their clutches, sending it rolling off your body and onto the bed, then the floor, with an audible thud.

You let out a gasp of sheer relief at the mercy on your swollen bud as the toy buzzes away on the floor. Your chest heaves as you pant, your sensitive cunt pulsing with overstimulation, though with the source of the pain gone you can finally breathe again.

“Fuckin’ hell” Remus mutters as he stands, cock bobbing against his abdomen as his hand abandons it. “That was a big mistake, bunny” he says darkly as he bends down to pick up the toy. Before you can open your mouth to ask what he means he flicks the switch on the wand’s handle, and the buzzing grows louder as the head vibrates so fast it looks as if it’s not moving at all.

“No!” You cry out, writhing again on the bed. “Daddy please, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to-“

“Hush.” He growls, reaching out to press down firmly on your lower belly, holding you in place. “You should’ve controlled yourself, brat. You’re gonna stay still now, and take two more orgasms without movin’ the vibe.” He states simply, as if the act is an easy one. You open your mouth to argue, but at that moment he presses the wand back against your inflamed clit, and all that leaves your lips are wordless whines. He lodges the device firmly between your thighs once more.

“There ya go.” He mutters, giving your mound a satisfied pat before he turns away from your trembling form and returns to his spot on the bed.

You continue to whimper and squirm on the mattress, your skin growing balmy with exertion and your mind turning more and more foggy with each jolt of painful pleasure that shoots through your tensed form. The air’s filled with the sounds of sex- your moans, the buzzing of the toy, the wet slurps of James’s mouth, and the groans of all three boys as they watch and pleasure themselves- and one another.

Soon James’s whimpers overwhelm the others sounds, however, as his hips speed up against the bed and his hands grip desperately at Sirius’s thigh.

“Ohhh pretty boy, are you gonna cum?” Remus murmurs, leaning forward to look around Sirius and watch the boy’s movements, the bed shaking with every snap of his hips. He moans in affirmation around Sirius’s length.

“Gonna make a big mess, pup?” Sirius coos in a teasing manner, gripping the boy’s locks and pulling upwards “here baby- get that outta y’mouth for now, there you go.” James’s head falls limply against Sirius’s thigh, his lips slack and glistening as a shaky moan falls from between them.

“That’s it, Jamesie. Cum for us- make yourself cum .” Remus encourages gruffly. With that the boy shudders and his hips falter in their rhythm. The whimper he lets out is long and choked as his load spills onto the sheets below him, his still rutting hips smearing the sticky fluid into the fabric and coating his skin.

“What a good boy.” Sirius croons, petting his head adoringly as the boy stills, eyes closed and breathing ragged. “Humping the bed and making a big pretty mess of yourself”

You let out a moan, back arching in your binds, the eroticism of what you just saw making your eyes roll back as your third orgasm nears.

“Look at that, pretty boy. You’re gonna make bunny cum.” Remus lilts, voice an overexcited coo as he mocks the bleary boy.

You can feel their eyes on you as you cum, your third orgasm tearing through you, painfully intense on your overstimulated clit and drawing an anguished cry from your lips.

“Ohh, that hurts doesn’t it puppy?” Sirius croons mockingly as he pets James’s head. “Poor thing.”

“Please” you gasp out, your body shaking with the force of the aftershocks, your clit throbbing painfully, nearly stinging with the unstopping vibrations.

“You sound so pathetic, baby.” Remus responds gruffly, still fisting at his hard cock, the tip now rouged and leaking even more than before. Pained tears fill your eyes, clouding your vision as you throw your head to the side to look at the boys. Your entire body is ablaze with discomfort- your bound limbs aching, your abused clit burning, your eyes stinging with hot salty tears. Yet beneath it all is a semblance of pleasure, a backdrop of arousal at your helpless position and the degrading, nearly cruel presence of your doms.

Though the image is blurred with moisture- moisture which has begun to escape your eyes and flow down your cheeks- you can see Sirius direct James’s lethargic head back to his cock.

“That’s a good boy, get back to sucking. I know you’re sleepy, but we’ll all be done soon.” Sirius encourages the male, who blinks up at the former with wide, glassy eyes as he suckles gently at the length in his mouth.

Janes works the boy to orgasm seemingly in sync with you, Sirius’s stuttering hips and slew of low groans indicating his impending release- while your loud cries and jerking body indicate your own.

“Fuck, that’s it Prongs. Gonna cum in your pretty mouth, gotta swallow it all f’me” Sirius growls out as his hips snap upwards and his hand holds firmly on the back of James’s head. James gags as the first shot of cum prods at his reflex, but Sirius keeps him in place as he spills down his throat with a low groan.

The sight is enough to send you over the edge, and with a hoarse, shrill scream you cum for the fourth time, the sensation almost entirely one of pain as your overworked body struggles through another release. Remus is on his feet quickly, thankfully, and crosses the space between the beds to reach out with his left hand and remove the buzzing toy from your clit.

“Shhhh, that’s it, all done. Such a good girl.” Remus soothes your trembling form. You whimper, even the aftershocks of this orgasm painful in nature as the convulsing of your tender cunt sends pangs of discomfort through you.

“Th-thank you” you choke out, voice shaky and feeble.

Remus’s right hand had never ceased stroking his cock, and as he takes in your pathetic position- sweaty, hair messy, face burning, clit raw and cunt clenching periodically- he lets out a low groan.

“Gonna paint you with my cum, bunny. Really make you look like a fucked out slut” He grits out, and with a final tug of his length he does just that. Rope after thick rope of hot seed hits the skin of your belly before he shifts and lands the last few shots on your face. Your lips fall open naturally to welcome what you can catch into your mouth, and a small string of the fluid hits your tongue, the salty, heady flavor dancing on your tastebuds. You hum contently as you swallow the substance, and Remus releases his hold on his shaft, allowing the softening length to slap against his broad thigh.

“Such a pretty picture you make, puppy.” Sirius pipes up from his place on the bed, gently moving James’s head off his lap so he can rise to his feet and move beside Remus. He looks down at your form with a cocky grin, coaxing his index finger into your panting mouth, which you latch onto happily in your bleary state.

“Thank you daddy” you garble out around the digit, distantly aware of Remus’s nimble fingers working the straps off of you and the relief it grants your aching muscles.

“You did so well for us, poppet, you’re such a good girl.” Remus praises abundantly as he gets off the cuffs adorning your wrists and firmly massages the reddened skin there.

“Thank you daddy” is all you can think to repeat, blinking slow and eyes glassy as you gaze up at their watchful stares, processing nothing aside from the fact that they’re proud of you.

“She’s totally out of it” Remus murmurs to Sirius as his hands move down to offer your taut thighs the same treatment as your wrists.

“So’s James.” Sirius adds with a nod of his head over his shoulder. The doms shift their gaze to the boy, and satisfied grins form on their faces at the sight of their sub still laid in his own cum, eyes equally glassy as yours as he stares at the three of you with a blank expression.

“Well then, let’s get our babies all cleaned up so we can give them some nice cuddles, how ‘bout that?” Remus muses as he massages your supple thighs. You nod, letting out a soft whine as Sirius pulls his finger from your mouth and swipes his knuckles over your damp cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks there.

“Want cuddles” James pipes up, his soft, whimpered voice a testament to his bleary headspace. Sirius smiles.

“Of course, baby. You grab James, big guy, I’ve got puppy.”

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sevysnep · 2 years

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could you write a narcissa smut with overstim?

Narcissa Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Fingering, praise, d/s, soft dom, overstimulation, crying, light bondage, light subspace

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“There you go, good girl. See? Two down already. You’re doing so well.”

Despite Narcissa’s cooed words of comfort you let out a distressed keen, back arching off the mattress as her fingers continue stroking your overstimulated g-spot. She warned you of what was to come tonight- that she wouldn’t be stopping, even when it was too much, and after reminding you of your safe word she got right to it. And now, her unfaltering thrusts in lieu of your orgasms confirm her earlier promise.

“‘S too much” you whine out, gripping at the bedsheets desperately as your hips stutter, trembling under her skilled fingers.

“Shhh, you’re okay, honey. You’ve taken seven before, my strong girl. Tonight we’re only doing four or five. You can do it.” She assures, her gentle tone and melodic lilt calming you somewhat. Plus, the stinging pangs of overstimulation are beginning to dissipate, making way for more pleasure as her thumb moves to circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling, eyes rolling back and lids fluttering shut.

“That’s it, darling. Doesn’t that feel good?” She coos, prompting you to nod your head in affirmation. It does feel good, and as she works her fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit your sweet spot just right, and circles your clit expertly with her thumb, you find yourself being quickly coaxed towards your third release.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop” you gasp out, senses becoming overwhelmed by bliss as you climb closer and closer to your pleasureful peak. Narcissa doesn’t stop, of course, and soon you’re falling over the edge with a long moan as your cunt clenches and grips her dainty fingers like a vice.

But then you’re coming down from your high, and she still isn’t stopping. A perturbed whine escapes your throat at the continued assault of sensation.

“Too much, no more!” You whimper out, pitch raised and tone abashed. Narcissa merely coos a soft “you’re fine, darling” and continues her movements. Unlike the last time your discomfort doesn’t dissipate so quickly, and, desperate to end the onslaught of burning contact, you reach down to push away her hands.

“Hey, love, stop that.” She chides, keeping up her motions despite your attempts to hinder them. You ignore her reprimand and only try harder, curling your fingers around her slender wrists and tugging them away from your swollen, achey cunt.

“I said stop that. Stop right now, darling, or I will have to tie up your hands.” She warns, a new sternness lacing her previously gentle tone. You just whimper, wanting so badly to stop the stinging sensation that you once again ignore her words and continue your feeble attempt to get her hands off.

“Alright, that’s it.” She says, and you’re flooded with relief as she pulls away and your throbbing pussy is no longer subjected to her merciless touch. Your relief fades, however, as you realize why she’s pulled away, and you watch as she makes her way to the bedside drawer and pulls out a length of silky rope.

“Wait- ‘m sorry, didn’t mean it” your voice is feeble as Narcissa crosses the room to crawl onto the bed once more. She tuts, reaching out to grasp your wrists, ignoring your whimpers of dissatisfaction as she begins to secure your wrists to the headboard.

“I gave you a warning, my sweet, yet you still tried to push my hands away. You should know better, yes? I was making you feel good, you shouldn’t interrupt me when I’m touching your pussy.”

“But it hurts” you whine out, tugging gently to test the strength of the binds holding your arms above your head. Narcissa tuts again.

“You know how good it’ll feel once we’re done, don’t you honey? How fuzzy and floaty you’ll feel?” You bite your lip, considering her words, and finally offer her a slow nod.

“Exactly. So let me work- just two more.” She coos, moving back down between your legs. You whimper, having taken her earlier words as a promise of four orgasms rather than five.

“One more, Cissa” you plead, legs shifting atop the mattress. You gasp when her thumb makes contact with your swollen bud.

“We’ll see, pretty girl.” She murmurs, the vague response quickly dissolving what little hope you had. A whimper spills from your lips as two slender fingers slip back into your soaked channel, immediately stroking right over your g-spot and making your legs shake. In no time at all your fourth orgasm is barreling towards you, your nerves alight thanks to your heightened sensitivity.

As if reading your mind- though really just reading your body- Narcissa coos “oh sweetheart, you’re close again already, aren’t you?”

“Yes” is all you can breathe out in response, head too foggy and overwhelmed to articulate further. You want to plead, beg her to have mercy and not tear another orgasm out of you, but you can’t find it in you to do so. And despite the discomfort, despite the fiery sting of her touch, your safe word never once crosses your mind- because as much as it pains you you don’t really want it to stop.

You’re soon cumming again with a shriek, your entire body convulsing on the bed, your hands wrenching in their binds as red hot, excruciating pleasure spreads through you like a wildfire.

Your ears are ringing with such an intensity that you can hardly hear Narcissa’s words of praise; the repetition of “good girl” and “that’s it” and soothing hushing sounding distant, muffled as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton. Yet you can hear her voice- and though your vision is clouded by stinging tears you can see the blurry likeness of her visage- and that is enough to bring you solace.

Before you can make heads or tails of what’s going on you feel Narcissa’s fingers slip from your cunt, can feel her thumb leave your pulsing button. The bed dips as she crawls up beside you, nimble fingers working quickly to undo the rope securing your wrists and lower your appendages back at your side. More ample praise is offered to you throughout the process, and now the murmurs of “we’re all done” “you did so good for me” “such a good girl” begin to meet your ears more and more clearly as you float down slowly from your intense high.

“Thought you said two more, Cissa” you murmur blearily, exhaustion settling into your muscles and reaching all the way to your bones as your dominant lays beside you, cuddled in close.

“Four was plenty, my love.” She murmurs sweetly, the soft pillows of her lips meeting your balmy forehead in a tender kiss. “You’re too fuzzy for any more.”

“But I still did good?” You need the assurance, desperate for her approval and affection in your delicate headspace. You shift in your spot, nuzzling into her warm chest, enveloped in her arms as you await a response.

“You did so well, honey. Absolutely perfect.”

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Your sirius and remus smut is so 🥵🥵 can I request a Remus x reader x Sirius smut where y/n is acting bratty and bosses them around so Remus and Sirius have to show her who’s in charge

thank you for this request baby! i hope you enjoy

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Threesome, established d/s relationship, rough sex, face slapping, degradation, orgasm denial, brat taming. Spitting bc why not.

“Come on, we can be quick!” You insist firmly, tugging at Remus’s sleeve.

“Don’t whine.” The boy reprimands, not looking up from his textbook. “Classes are ending in fifteen minutes bunny, people will be starting to come in. Besides, we have homework to do.” He explains, and it’s clear from his tone that he has no intention of backing down. You roll your eyes, turning instead to address the shorter boy sitting on the floor, back against the couch you’re currently atop.

“Sirius, come on, let’s fuck.” You demand.

“Excuse me? That’s not how you ask. I wouldn’t say yes to that even if Remus hadn’t just told you no.” He responds, giving you a hard glare. You heave a heavy sigh, eyes making another exasperated rotation in their sockets.

“Come on, you two couldn’t shut up about my pussy yesterday! No one will be here for ten minutes, if we’re quick-“

“I think you forget you aren’t the one who makes the decisions around here, puppy.” Sirius cuts in, a low warning in his tone. You narrow your eyes.

“I can do whatever the hell-“ before you have time to finish your defiant retort, Remus is on his feet, long finger extended towards the staircase to the dormitories.

“Upstairs.” The word is clipped, and he’s fixing you with a stern gaze that makes it clear he isn’t ordering you up there to fulfil your desperate desires.

“No.”

“I’m not fucking asking again. Get your ass up there before I drag you there myself.” The boy growls, fury burning in his chestnut irises. You swallow, pausing briefly, contemplating further snark, but as he towers over you and he slowly lifts a menacing brow, all retaliations die on your tongue.

Turning on your heel with a huff you start up the stairs, making a point to stomp the whole way and slam the door to your boyfriends’ dormitory once you’re there.

You’re only left stewing in your frustration for a few minutes before the door is swinging open once more, and Sirius and Remus are entering, both very clearly displeased.

“The fuck was that all about, hm? Since when do you get to order us around?” Sirius questions darkly, stalking towards you.

“I tried asking nicely, and-“ you’re cut off by Remus now, who’s still standing back, arms crossed over his chest.

“And we said no. You know better than to try and tell us otherwise. We taught you better.” He scolds, voice hard and angry. You shudder, his tone sending small jolts of arousal tingling through your body, all the way down to your dampening core.

“But-“ again, Remus doesn’t allow you to finish.

“No. Skirt and panties off, bend over the bed.”

“But-!”

“Now.” He growls, clearly losing his patience. You quickly pull down the aforementioned garments, turning swiftly and bending over so your ass is pressed high, exposed to the two men. Heat rushes to your cheeks at your compromising position.

You hear the telltale sound of a belt buckle and crane your head to look behind you, eyes wide and hopeful. Are they actually going to fuck me?

“Don’t get too excited, slut. Just cause Pads wants to use your little pussy doesn’t mean you’re getting what you want.” Remus sneers as he steps around the bed. It dips as his knees move onto it, and you look up at him where kneels before you, still looking stern.

“I’m gonna fuck your slutty cunt while Remus punishes you, and you’re not gonna cum.” Sirius growls from behind you. A pale hand comes into your gaze above your head, cupped upwards. You watch with wide eyes as Remus gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting into Sirius’s waiting palm. You whine at the erotic display. He retracts his hand then, and you can hear the wet sound of him spreading the fluid over his length, jerking himself, readying his cock for your pussy.

You shift your gaze up to Remus, eyes pleading, and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Lust floods his brown eyes at your silent request. Without second thought he cups the underside of your jaw and spits a mouthful of saliva onto the presented muscle. You pull your tongue into your mouth, moaning as you swallow his intoxicating flavor.

“Dirty fucking slut.” He sneers, looking down at you with reproach. Without warning, his hand comes down on your left cheek in a firm slap. You gasp as his fingers make contact with the heated skin, the jerk of your head getting stopped by his tightened grip on your jaw.

“Ow, Remus!” You gripe, bringing a hand up to rub at your stinging cheek as if the smack didn’t send a wave of wetness straight to your core.

“Told you he was gonna punish you, puppy.” Sirius points out, hands groping at the globes of your ass, pulling them apart to better his view of your glistening folds. “Don’t fuckin’ whine about it, just take it.” His sharp words have your lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout.

Without so much as a teasing swipe through your folds Sirius’s cock is swiftly shoving into your slick entrance, caressing your walls as he fully sheathes himself inside you in one foul swoop. You cry out at the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure, jolting forward as much as you can before Sirius stops you, pulling you back with a firm grip on your hips.

“Fuck, Sirius, could give me some fucking warning” you grit out, unable to look back at the boy thanks to Remus’s fingers digging into your jaw. At your petulent complaint another slap is ringing out in the quiet room, pain blossoming on the still seering skin of your left cheek.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth you brat. Can’t even behave yourself long enough for us to punish you.” Remus scoffs, as if in disbelief of your ability to be so unruly. You whimper softly, looking up at Remus, wide eyes trying to convey a silent apology.

Sirius begins moving then, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy. You moan, the only thing keeping you from collapsing to your elbows from the sheer pleasure being Remus’s grip on your jaw. Giving you no time to adjust to the sensation, the freckled man is landing another harsh slap on your opposite cheek, pulling a strangled cry from your lips.

“Fuck, her fuckin’ pussy sucks in my cock when you slap her pretty face, Moons.” Sirius croons, one hand leaving its spot on your hip to caress your back. The soothing movement leaves you completely unprepared for the rough spank he brings down on your ass with the other, and you yelp.

“Yeah? Glad she’s makin’ ya feel good. Least she’s good for something” Remus sneers, canines flashing as his upper lip curls up in disgust. The pads of his fingers are surely brusing the supple skin of your jaw as he holds you in place, forcing your gaze up and on his mocking face.

“What do you have to say for yourself, slut? What do good girls say when they’re being punished?” Sirius questions, voice tight as he works to maintain his rough pace. You whimper, eyes trained on Remus’s, who’s looking at you expectantly.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was a brat. P-please-“ then, the head of Sirius’s cock is prodding at your g-spot, and the jolt of pleasure is redirecting your words. “fuck- please let me cum!” You moan out, eyes squeezing shut as you tremble with the desire to be driven to your peak.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Remus sneers, hand delivering four harsh pats to your cheek in rapid succession. “Try again.”

“P-please teach me my lesson!” You correct, wrenching your eyes open to meet Remus’s stern gaze.

“There you go. Only took you two fucking tries.” Sirius scorns. You can only whine as his cock continuously sponges against your g-spot and his balls slap tauntingly against your clit.

“Fuck, can feel your walls clenching puppy. You’re so desperate to cum, aren’t you? Here we are, fuckin’ you like a common whore, slappin’ you around, and you’re still desperate to cum.” The raven haired man grits out, voice strained. You can tell by such, and the increasingly sloppy nature of his thrusts, that he’s nearing release.

“Y-yes! Please” you sob out, wetness gathering in your eyes as you work to stave off the orgasm threatening to take over your body.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you fucking dare cum. If you do you won’t be able to sit for weeks, I promise you that.” Remus growls out, landing another blow on your tingling cheek. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, using all your willpower to hold back, your desire for your punishment to be over winning out over your desire to cum.

Finally, Sirius’s strained voice pipes up, his words a major relief to your tense form. “Ready for my cum, puppy? Gonna fill you up- fuck” then his hips are stuttering, and you feel a warmth shoot into you, painting your walls. He groans as his orgasm washes over him, hands gripping your hips, keeping his cock buried deep inside you. You moan at the sensation as it threatens to throw you over the edge.

“Hold it, that’s it, good girl.” Remus praises, though he sounds more bored than proud. He pats your head as if you’re an obedient pet as Sirius pants behind you, slipping his softening cock from your hole.

Remus releases his grip on your face, allowing you to collapse on the mattress, breathless. Your body is crying out for release, skin tingling and pussy throbbing with need.

“Please. I’m sorry I was bad, just- please let me cum.” You beg unabashedly. You let out a pained yelp when Sirius smacks your ass.

“Quit fucking begging, you sound pathetic.” He sneers, spreading your heated cheeks to watch his cum drip from your pulsing cunt. Then Remus is tangling a hand in your hair, yanking your head up to to meet his gaze.

“Maybe once you learn who’s in charge you’ll get what you want.”

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Can you write some one shot where is jealous or reconciliation sex . Snape and fem reader (DADA teacher) are married and another young witch in their age starts teaching in Hogwarts. She like snape and she is not accepted that reader and snape are married and she really dont like his wife.Snape kind like the attention but though of him cheating on his wife makes him sick. thanks bby

Only Yours

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Professor Snape x Professor Reader

Warnings: NSFW! Sexual content! Minors DNI! 18+ Only, Fingering, Oral, Penetrative Sex, Dom Sev

Fem Reader

Word Count: 1,915

Masterlist

“Hello, Severus!” Professor Clark exclaims as Snape opens the door to his office to let her inside. “So sorry to intrude! I just need some help with something in my classroom really quickly and I thought you would be the best person to help me out.”

Severus does all he can do to keep from rolling his eyes at her. Professor Clark, the new muggle studies professor, who just happens to be the same age as him, stands in his office twirling her hair, yet again. She is always asking him for help with one thing or another and this makes the fifth time already this week that she has asked for his assistance. On one hand, Severus finds that he kind of enjoys feeling wanted, helpful, and needed around the castle for once, on the other hand, he has to admit that it annoys him quite greatly. He would much rather ignore her and continue with his own daily tasks but he feels as if he is too deep in now. He feels obligated to help her as he too knows how hard your first year teaching at Hogwarts can be.

“How can I help you, Miss Clark?” he asks, glancing up at her as he stacks the papers he just finished grading into a neat pile on one end of his desk.

“I think it is best you follow me and see for yourself,” she replies in a flirting manner that skims right over Severus’s head and he takes no notice of it.

After a few beats of silence, he nods his head and stands to follow her out of the door. He wonders what kind of problem she could be having today. Just yesterday she had called upon him to ask him to explain how potions relate to what muggles call chemistry since it was coming up in a unit with her more advanced students. He figured she of course already knew all these theories but he had indulged her nonetheless with his own opinions on the subject. If he was being honest with himself, he had actually enjoyed their time together yesterday. Very rarely was he able to talk theory with his coworkers without being viewed as weird and overly passionate about the dark arts or potions.

As they walk out of Severus’s door, Severus is deep in thought and Professor Clark is devising a plan. They are both so caught up in their own little world that they almost run straight into you. Severus lets out a sigh of relief at your sight and gives you a huge smile. You cut your eyes to Professor Clark, giving her a sly scowl, which she returns, before throwing your arms around Severus’s neck and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“My love,” he breathes, a red blush starting to settle on his face, “What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you for a few more hours!”

“I can’t stop by to show my husband how much I love him?” you tease, tilting your head to the side.

“Of course, you can, my darling,” he says, picking you up and giving you a little twirl before releasing you. He takes your hand in his and gives it a kiss, “I was just on my way to help Miss Clark with something in her classroom. Do excuse my absence for a few moments. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“Oh! No problem, Sev! I just wanted some company while I grade these defense against the dark arts essays. I’ll be here waiting for you!” you say, your insides burning with rage at the thought of your husband helping that little whore of a teacher. You know she has been after your man since she started working at Hogwarts a few months ago. She refuses to acknowledge and accept that Severus is married no matter what you do. Not to mention, she hates your guts, and likewise, you hate hers.

Severus follows Professor Clark down to her classroom. As they enter, she takes it upon herself to close and lock the door behind them. Snape raises an eyebrow at her actions but just decides to ignore it thinking that perhaps she just doesn’t want their task to be interrupted by a nosy student.

“So, how can I be of assistance?” he drawls, looking around the room for any clues as to what she needs help with. Before Snape can react, Professor Clark has him cornered against the wall, her eyes pleading with him for attention. Severus is frozen in place, calculating, trying to figure out what is going on.

“I’ve wanted you since I started working here. Forget about your wife for a few moments and indulge in your fantasies,” she begs, running a hand down his chest where it quickly finds his waist and attaches itself there rather firmly. Severus takes in a sharp breath and his whole body goes rigid as he worms his way out of her grasp.

“What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?” he growls, his teeth barred as he takes his time to enunciate every word. He can feel the bile rising in his throat, making him almost puke at the thought of her advancing in on him. “I am a happily married man! I have been lending you a helping hand since you started working here and you cannot respect that I do not want you in that way?”

“Sev, I know you don’t mean it. Forget about her —” she starts before Snape interrupts her.

“Do not call me that, you dimwitted fuck! You have no right to call me anything but Snape! If you cross a line between us ever again, I will be sure to have a talk with Dumbledore and I will not rest until he fires you. Unless you want to lose your job here, do not try to come between me and my wife ever again!” he screeches, his jaw clenched.

Snape turns sharply on his toes and unlocks the door using wordless and wandless magic leaving Professor Clark standing there in shock. He rushes back to his office, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down his brow. As he enters the office and you see the sight of him, you fear the worse.

“Are you okay?” you ask, hoping he will tell you the truth.

“That bitch,” he mutters, shaking his head. “She cornered me and tried to seduce me! I told her I was happily married, threatened her, and left!” He proceeds to plop down on the emerald green couch resting his face in his hands.

“Scoot up some, Sev,” you say gently. As he moves forward on the couch you climb over and straddle him from behind as you give him a shoulder massage.

“You probably hate me right now, don’t you? I was too gullible to notice her flirting tactics,” he whispers, his head held low. He can’t bring himself to look at you right now. He feels guilty; he should have noticed her advances on him before this but he’s never been good with reading body language.

“Sev, it’s not your fault. I could never hate you, I love you very dearly.”

Sighing Severus relaxes into your touch as you remove his cloak. Reaching forward, you begin to undo his many buttons and remove his black robes and white shirt, while gently kissing his neck, leaving him sitting shirtless in front of you in only his dress pants and shoes. Conjuring up some massage oil from his desk drawer, you pour a bit into your hands and proceed to run them all over his bare back paying attention to all the spots that are full of tension. Severus groans from your touch and closes his eyes to allow his senses to focus on you and you alone.

Reaching forward you begin to palm his growing erection over his pants and Severus moans as he feels you begin to pepper his back with sweet kisses leading up to his neck. You tie up his hair with your hair tie that was resting on your wrist and begin gently sucking on his favorite spot there.

Severus, having enough of your teasing, suddenly moves over on the couch. His hand cups your face as he brings you in for a deep ravenous kiss growling a bit into your mouth. “Lay down, I’m going to let the whole castle know that you're mine,” he commands and you do as he says. He mutters a charm to lock the door to his office, but he doesn’t bother with a muffling charm, he wants everyone to hear you screaming his name.

He dispels both of your clothing in a singular spell; he isn’t wasting any time today. He wants to make you forget all the jealousy you have been feeling for her because you are the only woman for him. Tonight is all about focusing on you and proving his loyalty to you over and over again.

Spreading your legs open, Snape hovers over you and gives you a mischievous smile. A second later, you can’t keep your eyes open because of the pleasure his tongue is bringing to you. It slowly circles your clit at just the right pace leaving you a moaning mess with your legs shaking. Just as you are reaching your climax, he stops.

“Why did you stop?” you whimper.

“Shhh now, my love. I’m only just getting started with you,” he replies lovingly and gently.

He hovers over you as he brings a hand up to your face and caresses it before kissing you deeply. Trailing kisses down your chest, over your nipples, down your stomach, and finally back down to your core where he begins sucking lightly; you come for the first time within mere moments. You can’t contain your loud moan as you reach your release, screaming his name in pleasure.

Panting heavy and dazed due to your orgasm, you throw your head back as Snape slowly inserts two fingers into your vagina, his fingers expertly hitting all the right spots. Your hips involuntarily begin bucking onto his fingers and Snape chuckles a bit at the sight.

“You like fucking my fingers, huh?” he tuts

“Sev, please! I need you to fill me up,” you beg.

“As you wish, my princess,” he whispers into your ear, removing his fingers slowly before lightly kissing your neck.

Lining himself up, he pushes into your entrance and waits for you to adjust to his size. He begins slowly and soon you’ve both found a good pace and speed. You dig your fingernails into his back as you can feel a warm sensation bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and this causes Severus to go faster and let out a soft moan at how your walls are clenching around him so beautifully. As your legs begin quivering Severus begins to suck lightly on your nipple and wrap one hand lightly around your throat. The added stimulation from these acts, causes you to come, and soon after Severus does also his warm seed filling you up to the brim.

“Do you think the whole castle knows I’m yours now?” you tease as Severus wraps you in his arms to cuddle on the couch together.

“If they didn’t know before, I believe they do now,” he replies kissing your forehead while grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and snuggling down closer to you to enjoy your comforting presence.

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The tale of Romulus and Remus

Pairing: Snape x Reader

Requests: Hiii I love your page so much and it is amazing! Can I request Snape x Ravenclaw reader who is shy and rarely speaks (It can be smut or fluff I do not mind!) Thank you have a great day

Hey! Can you write some smut including desk sex? I'm sorry I'm a horny ass bitch...🥵

A/N: Thanks for sending the requests, lovely Anons! 🖤 (And never apologize for requesting smut!)

I am absolutly not shy or quiet and therefore had problems to put myself into this situation. So I based my Ravenclaw-reader on a friend of mine who’s rather shy but totally blossoms when they’re talking about something that they like.

I put quite some work into this one with my German-English translation technique and even proofread it! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Please note that my rules state that I won't write any reader with a specific house anymore. This one is an exception, because the request was send before my rules were set.

You couldn’t sleep. There was a nagging in your mind, shadowy visions of death eaters in their masks, attacking your friends and family—the same nightmares that plagued you ever since the first war all those years ago and more often now that Sirius Black was on the loose again. You found yourself in the shower, all alone scrubbing away your torments. But even a cleansing couldn’t seem to quell your thoughts, so you roamed.

The meandering halls of the old castle dungeons were cold, musty, unwelcoming even with Filch‘s cleaning. Glimmering candlelight under a cracked door caught your attention, the only light you’d seen while on your stroll.

Professor Snape was still awake.

You weren’t sure what compelled you to stop, to bring your knuckles to rap against the wood of the door. You’d once been quite close with Snape, back when you were both students at Hogwarts, he a Slytherin while you a Ravenclaw, but he’d become quite elusive since graduating. You’d always been interested in him, found your gaze lingering on him a little too long when he was around. There was some kind of irresistible, seductive pull towards him, like if you got close enough, he might let you explore the man under the piles of black. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if your lust was one-sided, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ever explore this issue further, out of fear of being rejected.

You were just too curious about what would keep him awake at night. Maybe he struggled with the same miseries you did when the nights felt too dark.

Tentatively, you slid past the open door.

Dark eyes caught your movement, his sullen face tilting towards you from where it was seated in his palm.

He whispered your name, smile barely tugging at his cheeks. It was strange, how he seemed to be a completely different man when only you were around, as if he found some kind of solace in you, a confederate. You heard other people talk about his abrasive, stoic manner, but you never found truth behind those words, not with you at last.

“Professor Snape,” you acknowledged, “you’re up quite late.”

“Seems I’m not the only one.” There was an amusement in his voice that you couldn’t quite place laced with his usual tone of authority.

He leaned back in his chair as you stayed in your place, a sudden rise of bashfulness making you bite at the inside of your lip. You were sure you were pestering him; you should’ve just wandered back to your room. Your feet were ready to move, heels pressed against the floor to turn and leave at his behest.

„Is there something I can help you with?”

“I—no, I just couldn’t sleep. Apologies, I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“No, you’re no bother. Rather, you’re quite a pleasant distraction at the moment,” he gestured to his desk, littered with paperwork and books opened to forgotten pages, “come in, shut the door behind you.”

You did as you were so kindly told, clicking the door into place behind you before moving in closer. His office was warm, bathed in dim candlelight, shadows being cast from the potion- and bookshelves that lined the walls. You noticed he was in only a white button-down and slacks, his dress robes hung neatly on a coat rack behind where he sat.

Your hands came to rest on the chair that was placed in front of his desk for his visitors. You remained standing, not quite ready to be so familiar as to just sit and talk with him. There was curiosity in his normally bored gaze as he scanned your figure, undoubtedly surprised to see you dressed so casually as well, a simple nightshirt and a robe being all you brought to wear after taking your late-night shower.

“Tell me, what keeps you awake?”

There were many answers to his question, but you erred on the side of simplicity.

“Nightmares. What about you? What’s kept you awake tonight?”

Snape sighed, deep and heavy from his chest. You observed how his long fingers gripped at the armrest of his seat, knuckles white.

“Letters. Demands from the Ministry of magic to figure as many information about Black‘s current location along with demands from Dumbledore to brew various potions. But also, my own curiosities. I’ve been reading to see if I can improve a certain potion I’m working on.”

“I see,” your tongue clicked behind your lips as you recognized the heaviness bound within his lean shoulders, “anything I can help you with?”

“Like I said, you’re a welcome distraction. How have you been?”

Again, there were too many ways to answer his question. But you couldn’t bring yourself to bring your burdens to him, not when he was already carrying a heavy weight his own upon his back.

“Life isn’t as simple as it used to be,” you simply state.

“No, I’m afraid it isn’t.”

You caught an etching of a potion on his desk, details of a moon and a wolf partially obscured by a leather-bound book, pencilled in lines and notes scribbled around the paper’s edges. Something about it drew you in, had you moving around his desk to perch on its edge, one thigh crinkling pages of ink as your fingers deftly plucked at the drawing.

He watched you with curiosity, one eyebrow lifted as he brought a hand to his chin.

Your nail traced against the charcoal lines, gaze scanning the comprehensive sketch of the murderous wolf and the pain he seems to be in.

„Do you know the tale of Romulus and Remus?“ You ask, voice dim, distracted, without waiting for his answer you continue.

„They were the twin sons of the god Mars and Rhea Silvia, the daughter of the rightful king of Alba Longa, who had been overthrown by his own brother Amulius. Amulius was afraid that the twins would one day grow up to take their rightful places at the throne and he abandoned them in a river to die. Instead of drowning, the brothers were washed to shore by the tides. A wolf, lured by the cries of the children, took them in and suckled them with her own milk —“you trailed off, the rest of your thoughts caught within your throat. A furious blush crept up your cheeks as you bashfully minded his gaze, „My father worked at the department of Magical history. He used to tell me stories like that to put me to bed.“

„Go on.“ he smiled, something shifting in his eyes and you coyly returned the smile. You rarely felt comfortable enough to ramble on like this, but his whole persona lured you in. There was always a warmth to him, like there was always something brewing, churning inside that enticing mind of his.

„The brothers survived and did return to claim their thrown. On the ashes of the destroyed city, they build a new one, ‘Rome’. While muggles believe this was simplythe founding Story of Rome, many wizards believe that this was also the origin of werewolves.“

„Was your father a believer of this theory?“

„I think so, yes.“ you hummed softly and set the yellowing paper back on his desk, arms crossing.

He rolled his shoulders in a quiet stretch, running a tired hand through his silky black locks as he looked up at you, his eyes searching for something. You’d always found him overwhelmingly handsome, the kind of man who changed the atmosphere of a room when he walked in.

“In ancient Greece, among the Romans, the Norse and even in modern times, gods played a major role in people's lives.,” he mused matter of factly as if trying to change the topic. “I never understood how muggles could worship all of these gods,” he spat the last word, shifting his weight forward, getting a little closer to where you were perched, “not when there are other, more...beautiful things to praise.”

Heat crept up the back of your neck, your too-close proximity to him becoming all too apparent. But he kept getting closer. A glance to his right told you that his sudden confidents may have come from the expensive looking firewhisky that was standing on his desk.

His hand found your knee, fingers trailing over the soft skin of your leg.

The act seemed endearing, harmless, but the simple touch had your desire rearing its sordid head again. You felt emboldened, confidence swelling in your chest.

“Then what would you worship, Severus?”

“I’m a man of too many sins, I doubt there’s any kind of faith that could bring me absolution.”

His eyes turned sad suddenly and he let his hand fall off your knee. Your fingers ached to touch him, your hand reaching toward his face before your mind could stop the movement. His cheek was warm, skin soft under the brush of your thumb.

“I don’t believe that. There has to be something beautiful for you to admire…” you felt his jaw clench, his own hand drifting higher towards your neck, pulling you in, bringing you closer.

“I could start with you.”

The tension snapped, splitting like a tightly strung cord between you. You heeded the call to be nearer, moving your hand to rest against his shoulder for balance as you took the initiative to settle yourself in his lap. For a moment, you worried that you pushed too far, that you’d invaded his personal space and made him uncomfortable. But those fears were battered quickly when eager hands took hold of your waist, palms spread wide as they trailed up your back.

“I’ve always admired you from afar,” his voice was hushed, breath fanning over your neck, “but you’re much easier to worship up close.”

You kissed him without a second thought. Years of attraction, of adoration, fueled your lips, your hands grasping at his jawline as he met your passion. His mouth slanted against yours ardently, impatient hands slipping under your shirt.

You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose at the feel of his warm fingers ghosting up your skin, now suddenly very aware you hadn’t bothered to wear anything below your clothes beside knickers—you thought you’d be returning to your room, not wandering into the potion masters lap. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you. You were overcome with too much, all your senses now flooding with Severus, his scent, his touch, his entire being smothering you with all the attentions you had ever craved from him.

His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, a groan leaving his chest when you settled lower into his lap, your thighs draped over his own and your core pressed against his hardening cock.

This wasn’t real—this couldn’t be real, surely you were caught up in one of your dreams again, but his lips against yours felt real, felt hungry, his large hands now cupping and holding the weight of your breasts within his hands. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails delicately raking through the roots to remind yourself that it was him, that this was real.

„You taste devine,” he praised, peppering kisses down the column of your throat. „I shouldn’t do this. You’re to good for me, don’t you see?“

Any thought you had of replying disappeared when strong fingers pinched at your nipples, causing a heavy moan to fall out of your mouth as your head tilted back, allowing him more access to your neck. He plucked tenderly at your sensitive flesh, a noticeable smirk growing upon his lips as if he couldn’t believe he is the one causing you such pleasure. Each tug and roll of your breasts had you gasping, whining. He quite liked that, it seemed, to be able to play you so easily.

You mumbled curses into the air, eyes fluttering closed. You experimentally rolled your hips in his lap, an attempt to get a similar rise from him. He bared his teeth against your throat, canines nipping into your skin before pressing his lips down more forcefully, sucking and lapping at your neck. Heat bloomed from where his mouth met your body, a telling sign that you would have a mark there to remember him by. He was careful, choosing a supple spot below where the collar of your robes would cover you tomorrow.

Snape’s hands released your aching breasts, moving down to grasp at the hem of your shirt.

“Take this off,” he demanded,

You dropped your hands from his hair, trailing down his broad chest before meeting his hands and pulling your shirt up over your head. It fell to the floor carelessly, the chill of the room making your skin pebble with gooseflesh.

You took note of how his cheeks were flushed pink, blush faint across his elegant aquiline nose.

His intimidating, black eyes flickered up to you, making your own flush spread across your body. You felt like he was looking through you, reading your thoughts, hearing your internal screams for more. Then, his gaze fell back to your heaving breasts, hands greedily taking them again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and making you whimper.

You could feel his cock pressing against you now, harder and thicker than before, the ridge of it nestled against your throbbing heat. You rolled yourself against it, delighted sounds leaving his mouth at the contact. His tongue swirled around your puckered nipple, teeth just barely daring to drag against your flesh. You buried your fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax at your touch.

“You’re dripping,” he interrupted your line of moans, one of his hands unclasping from your breast and drifting down your belly to rub at the damp spot between your legs, “I can feel you against me.”

You shivered at the wanton touch, thighs clenching against his legs.

“Did you come here tonight to seduce me?”

He mumbled the words against your breast, tongue flattening against your nipple with a few long, heavy licks as his eyes flashed up to you, waiting for your response.

“No, sir, I promise that wasn’t my,” you moaned as a thick finger slid against your clit through your knickers, “that wasn’t my intention.”

His wet lips left your breast, coy smirk painting his face.

“Shame, I would have loved to give into your seduction.”

“And what would you have done, Professor?”

It still felt strange to call him by that after so many years of calling him by his name, but there was something sensual about it, something alluring about his authority.

His hands were pushing at your hips, fingers crushing into your skin as he lifted you to move back.

„I would have bend you over my desk.“

It didn’t take him long to wrangle you into the position he so desired. His hands were unhurried, purposeful as he pushed you to stand, peeling your knickers down your legs before pressing your face into the pile of papers on his desk. You felt so exposed, with him being able to see your naked folds on display from behind you while all you could focus on was his touch and the way the flame at the edge of his desk flickered.

Snape‘s fingers spread the folds of your wetness, an appreciative hum sounding from his throat. You mewled at the touch, thighs shaking in your anticipation. The button to his pants popped softly, then you finally felt him, felt his hard, thick cock nudging at your entrance.

Your hands crumpled a few pages as you searched for something to cling to. Your heart was pounding in your ears, suddenly all too aware that the Potion Master was still fully clothed, while you were laid out across his desk like a naked whore. One of his hands pulled at your hip, the other trailing down the expanse of your back.

There was a boldness coming to life inside you at the realization that he’d wanted you the moment you appeared within his room, probably even longer.

He shoved himself inside you, stretching you to your limits as your body burned to accommodate his size. You cried out against the mass of papers, eyes blurring as pleasure burst across all of your nerve endings.

He groaned at the feeling himself, both hands now digging into the meat of your hips.

“Fuck,” you heard him breath in deep as he slid is cock out of you before slamming in again.

You’d never heard Snape curse before.

But you didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, not with him now moving ruthlessly inside you, hips snapping against your ass with every sharp, deep thrust. Little sounds left your lips with every plunge, blissful tingles stemming from where your bodies were conjoined. You loved how you could feel the head of his fat cock dragging along your walls, thick veins throbbing under silken skin.

A coil of pleasure began to tighten within your lower stomach, hot and mean, like it was ready to tear and erupt with a rush of ecstasy. You moaned his name like a prayer, eyes closed tightly as you focused on the intensity of his cock thrusting inside you.

You wouldn’t last long, not with the sinful sound of his grunts and praises resounding behind you. His sounds were faint, but they were there, little rumbling of “so good, so tight,” kissing at your ears.

God, you could die. You could die and live a happy, full life from this moment alone. You felt so whole with him inside you, felt coated with desire and praise like never before. There were bruises already forming from his grip, you could feel them, skin sore and burning beneath his massive hands.

“You’re beautiful wrapped around my cock,” he voiced, tone deep and praising, slender arm sweeping up your spine to fist in your hair. Your head jerked with his action, back arching as he pulled at you. You gasped at the discomfort, a dull ache forming from his too-tight grip. But the pain was overshadowed by the rivers of rapture running over your skin. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, your whole body rebounding like snapping elastic from his behavior.

The new angle had his cock slamming against that spot inside you that had your body going almost numb from the pleasure, white hot heat spreading over all your limbs, making your toes curl against the floor. You felt like you were fracturing, that thrilling tendril tightening in your belly to its breaking point. You could feel your walls sucking in his cock, your body pleading on its own.

“Oh fuck, Professor—Sev,” you were completely lost, mind ruined.

“I know,” he grunted, fingers stiffening in your hair, craning your neck back farther, “I feel you, you’re so—you’re so fucking tight.”

You crashed down around him, your walls clenching and pulsing in waves of euphoria, each crest making your lower muscles spasm. Your chin fell, your head only being held by the might of his hand, your brain so foggy with lust and release that you felt as if you had ascended the walls too quickly and fallen back down again. A fresh, euphoric jolt splintered down your body as he sheathed his cock fully into your depths, making your eyes flutter as your mouth opened in a glorious, blissed out state.

Your body threatened to crumple against the desk, but he held you; the space between his palms and strong fingers was one of the safest places in the world, nothing could touch you if Severus had you beneath his touch. The fierce tightening of your body sent him over the edge. Snape cried out as hot cum poured inside of you, making you shiver at the captivating feeling of being completely filled by him, the Professor’s seed pooling within your heat. Your snug walls struggled to flutter around the girth of his cock, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you gasping for breath and basking in every dull thump of his cock inside of you.

He gently let go of your hair, letting your spent body rest against the desk as he caught his breath. He smoothed his hands over your hips, a tinge of regret in his eyes as he noticed the dark prints of his fingers etched into your skin. Snape wasn’t used to letting go, to letting lust overtake him so mercilessly.

You stirred after a few moments, straightening your back and finding your balance between your legs. Snape enveloped you in his arms, hand against your cheek as he trailed his lips up your neck, capturing the side of your mouth with a fervent kiss.

“Are you alright, darling?” Concern laced his tone, hand smoothing over your belly. You shuttered at the gentle touch, your skin cooling from sweat as you leaned back against his chest, cum sticky and crawling down your thighs.

You still felt lost, like you were waking from the dark depths of slumber, his hands calling you to him. One palm wrapped around your neck, stroking at the column of your throat like he was helping you to find your breath.

“Yes, yes I’m…,” you couldn’t think of the words to describe just how you felt. It was like you’d finally been cleansed, every grievous thought expunged from your mind, but also like you’d fallen back into the past, back into your daydreams of wishing Snape would press you against the wall and smothering his name from your mouth.

“It is yes sir, to you.” he teased between nips and kisses, a smile brushing against your skin.

You turned in his arms, pressing your naked chest against his wrinkled shirt, the cotton soft against your breasts. You stood on your toes to try and match his height, molding your lips to his, stealing his grin and making it your own.

“I could never forget, not with such a display of power,” you affirmed, seriousness apparent on your tongue. Something shifted in his eyes, a small glint of doubt crossing them, but it’s gone before you could register it properly.

You expected there to be a stillness between you, a moment of reflection after such a callous coupling. But Snape’s hands cupped your face almost lovingly before bringing his forehead to yours, breaths mingling once again.

“I assume that we’re on the same page here, that this – encounter wasn’t strictly physical?”

“Are you asking if I have feelings for you?” He didn’t answer, just sucked in a deep breath, preparing for rejection. “I do,” you simply state, “Since school actually.”

He didn’t return the sentiment, but he didn’t need to. The smile that spread on his lips could match the stars on a wonderfully clear night; beautiful, twinkling, and honest. That was enough for you to understand.

His hands became greedy again, selfish, cupping and kneading at the soft flesh of your ass, of the side of your breast. You were small in his shadow; a miniscule frame being devoured by his strong presence.

“Well, in that case; I want to see just how well you obey orders. Go to my chambers and wait for me, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Your head nodded accordingly, your knees ready to kneel to the floor to gather your forgotten garments and retrieve your wand to cast a cleaning spell. But Snape kept his fingers in your flesh, preventing you from moving from his hold when you tried.

“Ah, I don’t think you need your clothing, not when you’ll just be shedding it again so soon.”

There was a playful glint in his eyes, his eyebrows thoughtfully pressed together as he tried to gauge your response.

“Severus,” his hands cinched around your body, an acute reminder, “sir, I can’t...walk to your room naked. What if students see me?”

He patted your backside before he sat back into the chair behind his desk, cock tucked neatly back into his pants. There was still a pretty blush tingeing his cheeks, his lips plump and dark pink from all their time spent sucking at your skin.

“It’s late, there shouldn’t be anyone to find you, even the portraits should be asleep” he relaxed, arms crossing across his chest, “but, if you happen to be unfortunate, remind them that you are under my orders.”

Snape took delight in watching your eyes narrow at him, your lips pursing in slight irritation. With an unamused scoff you turned to leave.

He couldn’t help but survey your body as you walked towards the door, delicious curves and marks from his skin on an alluring display, his cum still flowing down your thighs. You’d be a blessed sight to anyone who got the privilege to see you on your journey to his sleeping chambers, a true goddess floating down the corridors.

You looked over your shoulder at him when you opened the door, catching his diligent gaze and matching it.

“You shouldn’t be up so late, Professor Snape, nothing good happens after midnight.”

He hid the smirk behind his hand as you left his office the same as you entered, only bare-skinned and with a new, more suitable destination.

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Imagine Lucius wanting Severus to share you with him (smut)

(Lucius betraying the dark lord for some puthy??? more likely than you’d think 👀💦Also this is just as long as it took me to write it 😩😭Also im a bit rusty when it comes to threesomes. I kept the original idea but also tried my best to not make it as if it’s total blackmail, i did my best ok. Hope you can all appreciate it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)

Warning: 18+ minors SHOO THIS IS NOT FOR YOU-, threesome mfm, Dubcon-ish, reader gets clear choice of consent eventually, DP 👀, some ass play going in here of course-, oral (m and f receiving),

Lucius hadn’t expected for you to be so bold as to slap him right across the face after the moment of silent between you both from his question for you. A simple “no” would’ve done the job but it seemed your confusion had taken over you in that instant.

Luckily, you were both away from any prying eyes and he was able to handle such humiliation. To his disbelief, he was incredibly aroused by your action, your face frowning at him and ready to tell him off even more. His affection for you only growing from this interaction, after having spent months watching and trying to get to know you for the longest time ever since you joined the Death Eaters.

“What would make you think that’s an acceptable proposition, Mr. Malfoy?! I am a married woman not some young whore you can just suggest such a thing.”, you spat out before storming away, your steps being heard echoing the further you got.

That little outburst of yours wasn’t going to be forgotten so soon, he’s seen the way you’ve looked at him at times, he knows you’re just playing hard to get. Fixing his hair back, he then soothed his cheek and was already thinking of the next bouquet of flowers to send your way as an apology and get back on your good side.

He had been in that mood lately, purposely stirring your relationship with countless of gifts sent to you and love letters expressing his desires to have you. He was enamored by you from the instant he laid eyes on you, falling even deeper as he heard you speak so fervently, especially when it was directed to him.

His visions were filled with you, imagining you as his in every way and more importantly having your love and attention in return. There was no denying how incredibly jealous he was of your husband, Severus, constantly wondering as to how he ended with you.

It didn’t sit right with him for such a lowly wizard and professor having you all to himself, when he a pureblood is right there and clearly the better choice.

~~~

Walking down the hall, you caught sight of Severus and went right to him, linking your arm to his and already tugging on him to leave.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”, he instantly voiced, your annoyed expression apparent to him that something must’ve went wrong. You sighed, stopping to look back at him exasperated, “Sev, let’s just go home, honey. I’m tired…”

Knowing you too well and surely you must have your reasons, your husband agreed and followed along, “Of course.”

Once at home, you both prepared for dinner rather quietly. Severus took notice of your firm and tense behaviour along the way as you cooked, keeping his composure so to let you have your space until he felt you were ready to speak to him.

Sitting down face to face finally and having dinner together, the silence between you both grew too much for Severus, “You’ve been quiet…Is there something on your mind, dear?”

Chewing your food slowly, you then swallowed and shrugged, telling him bluntly what was looming over you, “I slapped Lucius Malfoy.”

“Why?”, he asked dropping instantly his fork and his jaw ajar. He was heating up, his stomach turning at the thought of what could follow from such revelation.

To his surprise, you seemed rather nonchalant, reaching to hold his hand to assure him, “He couldn’t stop talking about how we didn’t match together, how I should be with him instead, I couldn’t stand it so I just slapped him.”

Your husband’s heart was beating out of his chest, the blood in his body rushing in worry, sweat starting to form slightly as he swallowed hard, only for you to keep going and going.

“That was the only appropriate action at the moment.”, you muttered quietly, as if shyly admitting to him your wrongdoings as to not get scolded.

Instantly, he stopped you, nearly hushing you as he spoke lowly as to not let anyone else here if that were even possible, “This could turn back against us, he is a powerful man-“

“I don’t care about that Sev!”, you raised your tone back, standing your ground, “I love you, there’s no way I’d let him run his mouth that way!”.

Your passion didn’t go unnoticed in your tone, touching and even calming Sev a bit before his thoughts could go back to what could possibly happen, “I’m thankful for you. But it’s still concerning-“

“I know.”, you sighed, your hand brushing against his before grabbing to hold it and kiss it, once more reassuring him. “I will try to apologize to him some other time…”

Severus’ gaze instantly softened along with yours, only for it to turn into curiosity as you’d frown all of a sudden. Groaning, you sighed exasperatedly, “But now i’m just not in the mood. He’s so frustrating! Quite handsome I admit…But oh god so annoying!”

For once, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your confession and spent the rest of the evening talking it out. It didn’t take long for the subject to be long forgotten and the two of you finding peace within each other embraces until you were to face your problems all over again.

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Love and Hate | Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: Your Professor catches you brewing a potion in his classroom.(1.43K)

Tags: Professor!Snape, Ravenclaw!Reader, Praise Kink, Love/Hate Relationship, Reader is a bit of a Brat, Arguing, Use of Truth Serum, Age-Gap, Degradation, Admission of Feelings, Angst, D/s Undertones, Dub-Con, Mentions of Oral✨

A/N: Here's another Kinktober post! Today's prompt is Severus Snape + Praise Kink, and I love the way it turned out!! This is my first time writing for Snape but I really enjoyed it, and I think you will too <3

You patiently waited, your nose hovering just above the brewing potion as you tried to contain your excitement.

It would finally be done.

You had been a batch of Veritaserum, or truth serum, for nearly a month now. And god had it been tedious. From having to sneak around to having to keep the ingredients hidden, you had your work cut out for you.

It also didn't help that the only person you could go to for help with such a complex potion was unbearable to be around.

Though it shouldn't be much of a surprise that Professor Snape hated any student that wasn't in Slytherin- though you thought being a Ravenclaw was tolerable.

You weren't his least favorite, no that belonged to Potter and his friends. But you weren't his favorite either, opting to hover between the thin line of love and hate.

Your potions skills were unmatched, that much he couldn’t deny. But anytime you wanted further expertise or even a chance to shadow him, it was declined swiftly.

"But, Professor, I'm your best student! Why can't you just help me fine-tune my skills?" You begged, hoping to get through to him.

And of course, he shot you down.

"I have no interest in working with a child who can't even control her own emotions."

It would have been nice to have his help on this project you thought. He would probably be a grouch and complain the entire time, but there was no doubt that you'd come out a better wizard from it.

But maybe it was for the best. Veritaserum was very illegal, the Ministry of Magic keeping it locked away. You had a feeling that Professor Snape wouldn’t hesitate to report you to Dumbledore, or even worse, punish you himself.

A smile graced your face, feeling accomplished as the once frothing liquid stilled.

It was finally done.

You anxiously fumbled around, grabbing the first vial you could find for the potion. You would need to keep it close to you and well hidden, opting for a small cylindrical vial.

“And what do we have here?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You poured the substance into the vial, making sure to stay calm and thwart any suspicions.

“I’m working on a small project, Professor.”

His face was unreadable, despite his usual look of disinterest and judgment.

Though he was curious as to why you had been using his classroom without his permission.

“And I suppose you couldn’t work on it anywhere else?”

You chuckled, never surprised by your Professors distaste.

Turning around to face him, you flashed your gleaming smile to annoy him.

“That’s right.”

Snape watched as you gathered your books, not missing as you snuck a potion into your pocket.

You were such a menace. Always interrupting his lectures to share your own opinions. Always talking to your friends when his topics didn’t interest you. Always distracting him with your gleaming eyes and soft gaze.

It was annoying- and only fueled his irritation.

“I’ll see you in class!” You called out, giving him a small wave. Of course, you had expected to at least make it out of the room, but he obviously had other plans.

You let out a sharp shriek, feeling your body behind yanked back by his magic.

“Let me go!” You tried to yell, shuffling and scraping your feet against the ground.

But, it was no use. In mere seconds Professor Snape had you pinned to the edge of the table, staring you down.

"Tell me, do you intentionally try to be foolish?"

You sneered up at him, ready to protest once more when he reached his hand into your robes and pulled out the Veritaserum.

You wanted to tell him to back off, to hand it back over but you knew better. That would only cause him to suspect that you had something you shouldn't.

"What is this?"

Severus inspected the solution, having an inkling of what you had made. As a Potions Master, it was his job to be able to know at a moment's notice which potions were what. And it seemed you had brewed something quite mischievous.

"Why do you care?" You retorted, watching his lip curl in disgust from your tone. There was a certain level of respect one was supposed to have for their superiors, but you just couldn't help it.

"What is it?" He asked once more, leaning into your space so that you knew how serious he was.

"Water."

He wanted to laugh at your arrogance, how you believed you could fool him. Did you think he had the intelligence of a child? You had to if you thought he was dumb enough to fall for your half-assed trickery.

"For a Ravenclaw, you're not very smart." You were this close to calling him something you shouldn't, freezing up when he opened the vial.

Severus had a rather cruel plan, grabbing your struggling form by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back, watching your wide eyes as he poured the liquid down your throat.

Oh god. Oh my god.

Your mind was in a haze for a moment, your vision slightly blurred as you tried to keep from passing out.

"Oh my fucking God! Why would you do that? I should've said it was something else- now I'm gonna be a babbling idiot!" Severus watched as you paced the room, his chest quietly rumbling with laughter as you tried to keep from speaking.

So he was right.

Veritaserum affected even the strongest of wizards. One second you were composed, and the next you were telling your darkest secrets.

"What's on your mind?" Severus teased, folding his arms over his chest.

"Well, what do you think! I fucking hate you." The bass in your voice wasn't what he expected, though he urged you to continue.

"You never take me serious- or any of your other students. And my God, you walk around so superior when you're just as miserable as everyone else."

Severus found your feelings of him valid. He was an ass, but that was the only way to get successful students. He needed them to be able to thrive in whatever the world threw at them after their time at Hogwarts.

You paced more pleading with your mind to keep in one secret.

Please, just keep it in.

"It's not safe for you to resist" Severus spoke from across the room, heading towards his desk so he could find an antidote. "Just let it out"

"I-I" You stuttered, clenching your fists to hold on to the last bit of control you had.

If you said this, there would be no going back.

"I look up to you. No matter how much I hate you, I can't help but want to be like you."

Severus was astounded, unsure of what was happening.

"You're smart and you command respect. And- Fucking hell." You groaned, covering your face in your hands from embarrassment.

Your words caused his heart rate to increase, his palms growing sweaty from his nerves.

No one had ever spoken so highly of him, let alone to his face.

He felt an unfamiliar stir just beneath his belt, his blood rushing south. "Continue." He gritted out, readjusting the way he sat.

"I want to be as smart as you and as cunning as you. I want to know everything you know, and how you came to know it."

Your skin was hot, feeling so much humiliation from your thoughts about him. You felt humiliated not because of your feelings, but because you knew he would only scoff and brush you off- like he always did.

You lifted your face in confusion, gasping when you saw your Professor was touching himself just beneath his robes.

"You- Fuck" You were speechless, your brain slow to process what was happening as a result of the potion.

"Do you like when I compliment you? Because I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want me to do." You sounded desperate, your chest already heaving at the thought of being intimate with him.

"Please, let me. I want you in too many ways" You pleaded, at the point of groveling if you had to do so.

"Come over here."

You practically sprinted, stumbling a bit before reaching his desk.

"Please Profess-"

"Enough."

You held your hand over your mouth, quietly mumbling the thoughts in your mind as you awaited his instruction.

He pulled you close to him, your body falling onto his lap.

You could feel the hardness of his length just against your belly.

"When I say so, your gonna quit your babbling and suck my cock"

You eagerly nodded, practically drooling with anticipation.

He removed his robes, exposing his length for you to see.

"Now get to it."

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I just love him a whole bunch 🫶🫶❤️☝️

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Severus Snape deserved more than the world. He deserved better.

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Perfect Girl

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x reader x Severus Snape

Requested by: @epaige0914 ‘Ooooohhhh, could I request a Sev x reader x Lucius smut where they’re just pampering and praising her and being all soft? ❤️❤️’

Warnings: smut, threesome (FMM), oral and penetrative sex, praise kink

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Wet noises filled the room as your fists twisted once more into the expensive bed sheets, back arching off the mattress as the man between your legs drew you closer and closer to yet another climax.

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SMUT | Snape x reader|

The chatters and smell of dinner lingered in the air as you sat peacefully with Severus who was trying to hold back his jealousy by gritting his teeth, his hand was gripping the fork tightly that his knuckles turned snow white. You were talking to Lockhart who seemed to be enjoying your oblivious behaviour to his advances.

He was flirting with you and it takes everything for Severus not to take you here, right now in the middle of Great Hall where everyone could literally watch both of you fuck each other. The possessiveness inside him was trying to surface on his face, the rage was visible in his eyes but you were too busy entertaining Lockhart to take notice.

As the dinner ended, Severus did not even look at you once, nor did he utter a word. You were planning on spending a night with him in a tub filled with rose petals and a glass of wine but your hopes went down to the drain as he left you alone on your own. There was no hope left, not even a thin sheet of hope that was lying in your heart seemed to be gone with the wind.

As you walked your way down to the dungeons, you were certain to ask Severus about his problems that he seemed to be keeping to himself, you were furious but his actions seemed to stand up in your mind like a sore thumb.

As you opened the door to his classroom, you were harshly slammed against it that it caused a yell to escaped your lips, your mouth hung open as you stared at Severus with fear in your eyes. He was angry, furious and jealous.

"S-Severus,"

You managed to croak as he stared at you with the same amount of hunger and lust in his eyes, his eyes travelled to your slightly parted lips before he roughly pressed his lips against yours, catching you off guard.

His kisses were rough as if he wanted to make your lips bleed with how harsh he was kissing you. He pressed his knees on your clothed cunt, making you gasped from the pleasure, leaving your mouth wide open and it was enough for his tongue to have an access to your mouth.

You did not dare fight for dominance like you usually do. His mouth sucked your tongue like a hungry toddler would do, eliciting a moan from you and you could not help but snake your arms around his neck, pulling him more closely.

"Do you like flirting with that fraud?"

He whispered between open mouth kisses, his lips travelled down to your neck, sucking and biting it as he shamelessly left purple marks on your skin. You could not register every word he said, and the silence that you gave Severus made him only more furious.

"I intend not to repeat myself, Y/N."

He said as he swiftly turned you around, your palms were against the wooden door. You still don't know what he was talking about and you don't really want to push him to his edge so you answered a small 'no,' to him.

"No?"

He asked as he tugged your skirt down, leaving you on your knickers and your knickers soon vanished too, leaving you bare, except for the turtle neck that you were wearing. A harsh slap was met by your ass cheeks, making you jolt in pain.

"Severus, are you jealous?"

You asked as you remembered the last person you talked to. Severus only give you a spank, causing another yelp to escape your mouth. The feeling was excruciating, yet it turned you on like a fire blazing in the dark.

"What if I'm jealous, what are you going to do about it?"

He asked, he bit your earlobe, causing a moan to escape your lips from the feeling of his hot breath and lips on it.

"You know that I am all yours,"

You managed to say, your cheeks were pressed on the door. Severus only chuckled at your pathetic state.

"But it doesn't mean I will not fuck you hard tonight."

He rasped, he roughly removed your top and kneaded your breast from behind, his hands were large, cold and rough against your skin but the mixture of it was pleasurable and you could only wish for Severus to be rougher on you in bed.

He turned you around again just to attack your hardened nipples, his mouth was hot, making you melt more upon the incandescent glow he gave your body. His other hand massaged your other breast, giving your body more stimulation.

"Fucking hell,"

You moaned between heavy breaths the moment Severus bit your nipples, your eyelids were blown with lust and his eyes were darker than ever. He kissed you again, and this time, you wrapped your legs around his waist, making his hardened erection pressed on your unclothed sex.

Severus let out a deep guttural groan, as you unwrapped your legs from his waist only to palm him beneath his trousers.

"He will never get to see you like this, only me."

He said as he got down on his knees, facing your glistening cunt with your sweet arousal dripping from it. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull as Severus became passionate with your pussy.

"You're going to take my tongue like a good girl and I don't care if your legs give up."

He said, his voice was enough to send you to the brink of your orgasm. Severus sucked your clit and the satisfaction he got was remarkable the moment a broken moan escaped your lips. Your mouth hung open, your fingers tangled themselves in his dark hair, pressing his face more on your cunt.

He poked his tongue on your entrance before replacing it with his two large fingers, making you buck your hips in pure pleasure. He was scissoring his two fingers inside you before curling them inside, hitting your G-spot that made your legs quiver from the unexplainable feelings.

"Severus, Severus,"

You chanted his name like you were worshipping him. Severus liked it and it only gave him a reason not to be jealous of Lockhart. He added another finger inside you, stretching you more and you were now close to your orgasm. His nose was nuzzled into your clit, inhaling your feminine scent.

"He can't even see you in this state."

He murmured, sending vibrations on your body, your mind was too clouded with lust that you can't even form a word inside your mind as if your vocabulary was betraying you, your walls clenched around his fingers, indicating that you were close and Severus did not waste any time as he fastened his pace, drawing you more close to your orgasm. Tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes and his name echoed around the room as you screamed it when you came, covering his fingers with your juices.

Your sweet release had had you quivering, your breathing became ragged and Severus turned you around again as he unbuckled his belt. The metallic clink on the floor made you aware that the potions master was now naked with you. Without an ounce of warning, he slid his shaft inside your hole, making a curse left your mouth from the way he stretched you out.

Severus closed his eyes as the warmth of your walls welcomed his throbbing cock, he let your walls adjust from his size before snapping his hips, making your back arched from the perpetual bliss he was giving you.

His hands were gripping your hips painfully, as he mercilessly pounded you with all his might, all of his pent up frustration, jealousy and anger vanished the moment he had you crumbling under his touch. Your moans grew louder and that was music to his ears. You tried keeping yourself standing but the ultimate pleasure that was once again building inside was making you fail each time you tried.

"Who do you belong to?"

He asked, he continued snapping his hips, your nipples were brushing against the door of his classroom.

"To you Sev. Oh my God."

Severus massaged your breast, his fingers pinching your nipples while his thrust became more erratic, his tip was hitting your cervix, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure in your body. It was good, the feeling was addicting as if he had poisoned your veins. His cock was buried to the hilt.

"Severus, I'm close."

You mewled out, Severus only bit your shoulders painfully that his teeth drew blood from it. He licked it as if he was a vampire who hasn't had blood for weeks, and it only turned you on more. The whole feeling was new, it was something you wanted to happen again, him biting your shoulders until you bleed and beg for him to stop.

"Cum, cum all over my cock like a good whore you are."

He whispered, his thumb circled your bundle of nerves, making you cry out, your walls painfully clenched around his cock, also drawing him close to his orgasm and before the two of you could know it, you were squirting all over his cock.

The intense orgasm made your legs gave out but Severus was there to catch you as he did not stop pounding into you, and not for long, he came shooting his load inside, each spurt of his cum, a groan would escape his lips.

But Severus did not stop, he continued thrusting his cock inside you, the overstimulation was making your brain hazy, you tried standing but failed and that's when Severus decided to bend you over his desk.

Your ass was in the air, his hand gripped your hair painfully tight, making you bend more over on his desk. Sweat was starting to cascade down to your forehead.

"You're a slut for my cock, aren't you Y/N?"

He asked as he pulled your hair, your cheeks were roughly pressed against the wooden surface of his desk. You tried answering but you were too weak to do so.

"Answer me, slut." He said, his movements slowed down, making you moan from disapproval.

"Yes, Severus I'm your slut, your whore and your fucktoy."

You almost screamed as the building orgasm was starting to vanish, your words made a smirk crept on his face and he continued rocking his hips back and forth, drawing you now close to your orgasm.

And for the second time tonight, your walls clenched around his cock, drawing out a grunt from his lips. You were too tired and used to even open your mouth and without any warning, you came all over his cock and Severus followed not for long.

He watched as the mixture of your cum dripped down to your thighs before he brought his finger to your cunt again, not letting any of his cum to come out as he was certain that you belong to him and him only.

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