#virgin snape
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May I request a one shot about virgin severus, wanting his girlfriend to ride him but feeling too embarrassed to ask.
Virgin Sev my beloved <3
Genre: smut
Warnings: loss of virginity, handjob, mentions of masturbation, sub Sev, dom reader, praise kink, gentle and loving sex, aftercare
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You and Severus were lying in bed, your finger slowly stroking his cheekbone as you admired him. He was so beautiful, his Roman nose perfect for kissing and perhaps riding.
Severus smiled at you, shyly pressing his lips to yours. You've only been dating for a few months, and Severus was still shy with you, forever amazed that someone as kind and patient as you would ever want him.
You allowed your lips to linger on his, curling your fingers in his hair. The moment was pure perfection, the fireplace crackling merrily in the corner of your bedroom as rain pattered against the windows, and just you and Severus here together.
Severus slowly ran a hand up and down your side before resting it on your hip, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you. You recognized that look; for the past few weeks, he'd been pinning you with that look of lust, keeping his desires and urges pushed deep down inside of him.
He was a virgin, and you were not, and you knew how shy he was about sex because he had several insecurities about his body. You and him had only recently started showering together after you coaxed him into it, promising him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Something on your mind, prince?" you asked Severus as you noticed him fail to sneakily catch a glimpse at your cleavage in your pajama top. You smirked, scooting closer to him until your cleavage slightly spilled past your top.
Severus licked his lips, his breath hitching as you moved closer. His fingers dug into your hip, suppressing a whine as he felt blood quickly rush to his cock.
"Nothing's on my mind," he lied, sighing as he felt his erection strain against his sweatpants. He tried to cross his legs in the position he was in to no avail, wheezing nervously and pulling the blankets around him.
You watched his movements, spotting his erection. He was big as you knew from your showers together but looked even bigger in sweatpants. Your smirk grew, dragging your finger down his face and chest, stopping just above his waistband.
"You can tell me anything, baby. You know there's no shame in anything you tell me," you reassured Severus, smiling warmly at him. "I'm here to make everything a comfortable experience for you, no matter what it is."
Severus smiled a little, feeling himself relax. He only grew harder at feeling your hand so close to his cock and he tried to ignore it, focusing on your soothing words and voice.
"It's just..." he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from your face as he became embarrassed. "I... have this habit. Some nights after you go to bed, I sneak into the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of you- you riding me."
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a warmth spreading through you. Your pussy clenched and you felt it soak with arousal, your breathing becoming heavy as you replied, "Yeah? You think about that?"
"I do," Severus whined, so hard at this point that it was unbearable. "I want it so badly, but I've been too shy to tell you up until now."
You sat up, stroking his waistband before pushing your hand past it. Severus gasped, squirming his hips around as your hand hovered directly above his clothed erection.
"Is this okay, baby?" you asked Severus in a sultry voice, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed down at him. He was visibly nervous, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.
"It's okay," Severus confirmed, wiping his sweaty brow. "I'm just nervous, I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin this by being nervous."
You gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "You won't ruin this, Sev. I'll be gentle and careful with you, okay? If anything hurts or you feel uncomfortable, let me know, and I'll stop," you mumbled against his lips, rubbing circles into his cheek.
Severus nodded, swallowing thickly. You kissed him again, sitting up and straddling his lap. The both of you gasped together at the contact, your hips squirming as his hard cock rubbed against you.
"Mmm, baby," you moaned, pressing your palms flat onto his chest. "You're throbbing and so big."
Severus whimpered, a beautiful sound that made your clit tingle with need. "You feel really good on top of me like this," he said, his voice breathy as he gripped your waist. "I- can you fuck me? Please?"
You could've come just from his words alone. He sounded and looked so desperate, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and his voice a soft whimper. His hair was a mess around the pillow, and his cheeks were covered in a bright blush.
"Of course, baby. How could I say no to my pretty boy?" you smirked. Severus moaned at the nickname, desperately bucking his hips upwards. He forgot for a moment that this would be his first time, too focused on wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his fist.
You lifted yourself up to slide down your pajama shorts and underwear, Severus's bottoms following suit. He hissed as the warm air of your bedroom washed over his cock, which stood rigid and aching for your touch.
"Please," he begged you, almost feeling dizzy from how badly he needed you. You wrapped a firm hand around his cock, smiling at the sharp gasp that escaped him. You began to pump the shaft, satisfied to see precum quickly gathering and spilling over your fingers.
"S-so good. Your hand feels so much better than mine," Severus moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands. You moved your hand faster, relishing in the little moans and gasps that left him. He sounded ethereal, and you wanted to keep his noises of pleasure in your mind forever.
"You're doing so well. Does that feel good?" Your question caused his cock to twitch in your hand, a telltale sign of orgasm, and you were surprised that he'd be coming so soon.
"Ahh, please. Feels so good, please!" Severus gasped as your thumb swiped across his tip, gathering a bead of precum. You switched hands to bring that thumb to your lips, sucking on the tip and tasting him.
Severus could have imploded at the sight of you tasting him. You hummed at his flavor, earthy and a bit salty. "You taste as good as you look, just how I imagined you," you said, flicking your wrist in a way that made Severus shudder.
Severus felt his stomach clench, knowing that he was close. He was so used to coming quickly, and with you stroking him so amazingly, he knew that his orgasm would be explosive.
You continued stroking him, going even faster now. You kissed him deeply, diving your tongue into his mouth and driving him wild. When he came, he released the prettiest whimper you've ever heard from him followed by a shout of your name.
Severus trembled as ropes of hot cum shot all over his stomach and your hand. He breathed unevenly, gasping as his cock twitched and throbbed from his release. He had come so much, and it was the most gorgeous sight to you.
"Good job, handsome. I'm so proud of you," you praised Severus. He blushed deeply, giggling weakly as you removed his hand from his still hard cock.
"I like being praised," he admitted, his head feeling fuzzy as you removed your top, your breasts bouncing back into place. He stared at them, his mouth watering at how soft and supple they looked.
"You deserve all of the praise in the world, my love," you replied sweetly, sighing contently as Severus slowly ran his large hands up and down your bare torso. They ghosted the undersides of your breasts, and he seemed hesitant to touch them.
You grabbed his hands, leading the way and placing them over your breasts. You sighed in relief, and he moaned as he squeezed them curiously as his thumbs circled your erect nipples.
"You have pretty breasts," Severus observed, grinning up at you. "They're so soft. I've always enjoyed looking at them, but finally touching them is a whole new wonderful experience."
His eyes then trailed down to your pussy and your slick covered thighs. He felt his nerves melt away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement.
"Can you fuck me now?" he asked sheepishly. As much as he loved feeling and admiring your breasts, he was desperate for your pussy.
"I thought you would never ask," you teased, grabbing his cock and casting a non-verbal lubrication spell. Once he was fully lubricated, you lined him up with your entrance, the two of you sharing a deep look of love with each other.
"Remember to tell me to stop if you need to," you reminded Severus, the tip of his cock brushing against your hole. "I love you, Severus, and I'm honored to be your first time."
If Severus wasn't so horny right now, he would have sobbed out of gratefulness for you. His eyes momentarily stung with years as he responded, "I love you too, Y/N. You're my everything."
He leaned up and kissed you passionately, resting his back against the headboard and pulling you with him. You slipped his cock inside of you and you moaned into each other's mouths, entranced by the feeling of your bodies finally becoming one.
"Merlin, you're incredibly warm," Severus chuckled, pecking your lips once. "I don't know how to explain this feeling. It's unlike anything I've ever felt."
You pressed your hips further down onto him, feeling snug. He inhaled sharply at your movement, his eyes flicking between your face and breasts.
"The tip of your cock is nudging my g-spot right now," you mewled, your eyelids fluttering as his thick girth stretched you out. It didn't hurt; it was an incredible feeling of erotic bliss.
"It is?" Severus asked in astonishment, knowing about how pleasurable the g-spot was from what you've told him in the past.
"God, yes," you whimpered, beginning to rock your hips. You started off slow, giving Severus time to adjust, and he was amazed by how fucking good you felt.
"Mmm, right there. Do that with your hips again."
"Y/N, you're so good. Your pussy feels like magic... don't stop fucking me."
"Ah, please! Faster!"
Severus's filthy words spurred you on, motivating you to give him more. You snapped your hips hard and fast above him, pinning his hands above his head and attaching your lips to his neck.
"My good boy, the best boy," you hummed, leaving behind hickeys on his neck. "You have such a great cock to fuck, honey."
Severus couldn't speak anymore, long gone in the pleasure. He only made whiny noises in response to your praise, every snap of your hips shooting sparks of lust up his spine.
"I can feel my orgasm, it's so close," he breathed, needily kissing your breasts. His hands were shaking, his eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to fuck him.
"Mine too, baby. I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside of me and dripping out of me, and I know you'll come nicely like the good boy you are," you replied huskily, your clit throbbing as it begged for attention. You let go of one of his pinned hands, letting it fall onto his chest.
"Touch my clit, sweetheart. Make me come and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life," you cooed, directing Severus's hand to your clit.
Severus nodded obediently, pressing two slender fingers into your clit and rubbing. You clenched around him, making him groan, and you felt your climax start to crest.
"Oh my gosh, I'm coming!" Severus ezclaimed suddenly, his orgasm taking you by surprise. He came hard, filling you up. He sobbed as he came, so overwhelmed by his orgasm that he saw stars burst behind his eyes.
He felt so much relief and felt so loved by you, grateful that you had been the one to take his virginity.
Your hips stuttered as Severus came, snapping them a few more times before you came yourself, soaking his cock with your arousal. He cursed as your pussy squeezed him and milked him of every last drop of his cum.
There was a beat of silence before you collapsed into his arms, your panting paired with his soft whimpers and mumbles of affection.
"Thank you, Y/N, thank you for taking my virginity," Severus was mumbling into your hair as he kissed you there. "It was an amazing experience, one that I'll hold in my heart forever."
You giggled at his words, snuggling him closely. He was still such a romantic even after having his brains fucked out.
You and Severus cleaned up shortly afterward, running a bath and then cuddling in bed. You gave him a full body massage with scented oils and kissed each and every one of his scars, telling him repeatedly how well he had done for you.
Severus was very glad that he had asked you to ride him.
#severus snape#snape love#snape content#professor snape#snape fanfiction#snape imagines#snape one shot#snape fanart#snape fic#pro snape#severus snape x y/n#severus snape x reader#snape x you#severus x you#severus snape smut#virgin snape
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the fact that virgin snape is a genre and has its own tag in a03 says a lot about the snapedom ngl
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always imagined snape’s robes to have the vampire collar .
+20 intimidation
#gliding around the castle at night and shit#also lmao#this pic has ‘virgin vs chad’ meme energy#its like when animals puff up to appear larger towards predators#i really be procrastinating drawing snape by drawing snape….#also reaALLy loving drawing in this lineless + flat colour process#severus snape#snape#mine#hp fanart
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one funny thing about harry potter (and lowkey about the fandom as well) is that harry spends the whole story being obsessed with his father and thinking and he and his friends have the biggest effect on his life when for all that time it was his mother and snape and their friendship that shaped his reality, both their mistakes and the love they felt caused him to be the child of the prophecy and him beating voldemort at the end
#the bad part is that lily is the virgin marry archetype for six and three quarters of a book#their friendship is just as interesting as the marauders#i have better arguments but i'm making a short post for the drama and impact#lily evans#severus snape
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🥹 Hi Gio,
Thank you, dear. I’m a bit overwhelmed…as a tumblr virgin, I didn’t know about these gifts. 🎁 I love it! Feel hugged!
Julia
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「 ✦ One of your girls .✦ 」
[Theodore Nott x reader]
Summary: Theodore Nott was the love of my life, the one I'd trade my whole world for. But this summer, I yearned for a different role in his life, even if it meant becoming just one of his girls
Warning:fluff,angst,smut, oral (f!received), fingering, lying about virginity,(+18)
Words:8k
In this world of labels there are , "good boys" and "bad boys," Theodore Nott existed in a category all his own. like devil in disguise, but manlier. And definitely hotter by like a thousand degrees .
As I stood there, captivated by his interaction with a Gryffindor girl, two stark realizations crashed over me. First, I desperately needed to refine my Marauder mischief skills. And More importantly, I needed to bridge the chasm between myself and Theodore. This summer, I wouldn't just be his little sister's best friend; I craved a different role in his life.
Lana's voice, sharp and cutting through my reverie, jolted me back to reality. "Y/N, are you with me?"
"Forgive me, my thoughts wandered," I muttered, composing myself with practiced neutrality.
“I was just saying, I really want Dad to approve this environmental camp," she continued, her enthusiasm undeterred.
"Absolutely," I agreed, forcing a smile. "Those Larus birds undeniably deserve all the protection we can offer." However, my gaze remained tethered to Theodore and his seemingly animated conversation with the Gryffindor girl.
"Right?" Lana beamed. "Perhaps Theo or Christian could help us sway Father?" Lana suggested hopefully.
"An excellent suggestion," I managed, a barbed comment forming on my tongue.
Perhaps your brother would engage in more productive activities than fraternizing with the Gryffindor girl. But I swallowed the retort.
"Christian can be a bit overprotective, bless his heart," Lana began, "but I do believe the 'puppy-dog eyes' technique, as he calls it, might work on Theo," Lana mused cheerfully.believe
A pang of curiosity shot through me. Could this "puppy eyes" technique be effective on Theo as well? I stifled the urge to inquire.
As if sensing my scrutiny, I almost choked on a gasp when he turned, our eyes locking for a beat too long. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he resumed his conversation with the Gryffindor girl. My mind conjured elaborate – and disturbing – daydreams of her demise.
"Are you alright?" Lana's voice held a hint of worry.
"Perfect," I muttered, the word a lie heavy on my tongue. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of my escalating jealousy.
"Then let's proceed," she declared, taking my hand in hers.
The world became a blur as we walked, the proximity to Theo and his unwelcome companion amplifying my agitation. My pulse pounded in my ears, a relentless drumbeat against the backdrop of muted classroom sounds.
Finally, we passed them. Still, Theo's gaze lingered on me, a silent connection that sent a wave of heat through my body. Just as abruptly, , Then in a move that stole the breath from my lungs, the Gryffindor girl cupped Theodore's jaw, pulling him down for a rough, aggressive kiss. I averted my eyes, a wave of nausea washing over me.
“ EWWW “ Lana muttered, mirroring my own disgust.
“Perhaps," I ventured, my voice tight with unspoken emotions, "you should utilize those puppy dog eyes sooner before he gets distracted again “
Potions became a blurry mess of bubbling cauldrons and swirling fumes. Snape's usual scathing commentary faded into the background, as my mind replayed the scene on loop: Theo, his lips locked with the Gryffindor girl, a stranger who somehow managed to snag his attention. Her triumphant smirk as she pulled away felt branded onto my eyelids.
Jealousy gnawed at me like a rogue Flobberworm. Every stolen glance his way felt like a betrayal, a secret message only I could decipher. Was this what Lana meant by "puppy eyes"? Because right now, all I wanted to do was unleash my inner dragon and set the damn girl ablaze.
The Great Hall echoed with the boisterous chatter of lunchtime. As I joined my friends at the Slytherin table, a familiar warmth washed over me – camaraderie, yes, but something more potent simmered beneath the surface. My stolen glance at Theo, however, sent a jolt of conflicting emotions. He was already there, his dark eyes locked on mine for a lingering moment before he averted his gaze.
A playful tug on my braid brought me back to reality. Lana, a mischievous glint in her eyes, was trying to get me out of my misery that she can’t quite understand what gets me into
Mattheo, being his usual blunt self, decided to stir up some trouble, "Just want to make sure the rumors are true. Did our little Y/N break Cedric Diggory's heart?"he said, causing Theo's gaze to intensify on me, igniting a mix of excitement and nervousness within me.
"Sorry, what?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's okay, y/n, we can see that you're at that age for those kinds of things. What puberty did to you can't go unnoticed,"
My cheeks burned a furious red. The air crackled with tension as Blaise's words hung in the air.
Before I could retort, a cold fury replaced Theo's usual nonchalance. "Shut the hell up, Zabini, before I make you."
His sharp tone silenced the table. I stole a glance at him, he looked relaxed despite his tone , his eyes locked in a silent battle with Blaise. And that was well- very awkward
Matteo, unfazed by Theo's outburst, pressed on. "Back to the broken heart thing, did you really ditch a date with Diggory?"
My cheeks burned under the scrutiny of the table. "It wasn't like that, he understood," I stammered, desperately trying to salvage the situation. "I just said I had to study."
Lana, oblivious to my boiling frustration, jumped in. "No, no, she's just being humble! Cedric was head over heels! He was moping around for days after she said no, his heart practically shattered. Still he can't seem to take his eyes off her today."
I shot her a glare that could curdle milk, but she just winked back, clearly enjoying the drama.
"Why'd you turn him down, then?" Blaise pressed, his amusement evident.
Theo, however, surprised everyone. "She's still too young for that," he muttered. Really? The audacity! My hand twitched, a silent promise of violence aimed at his handsome but infuriating face.
My temper flared. "First of all," I stated, fixing him with a hard stare, "I'm only a year younger than you. Second, I said no because it wouldn't be fair to either of us. I already have feelings for someone else."
A collective gasp rippled through the group.
"You never told me that!" Lana exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
"No," I said, trying to project a confidence I didn't entirely feel. My gaze locked with Theo's, daring him to look away. "I was planning on telling you… tonight."
"Who is this mystery man?" Matteo leaned forward, his tone laced with curiosity. "Do we know him?"
"No, you don't," I lied smoothly, a flicker of defiance sparking in my chest. "He graduated."
A wave of disappointment washed over Blaise's face. "Oooh, Y/N, you sneaky minx! Who knew you had that in you?"
The Hogwarts Express rumbled to a halt, signaling the end of the semester and the glorious (or dreaded, depending on who you asked) freedom of summer. Bidding farewell to Lana, whose eyes held a knowing glint that made me sweat, I trudged off the train, eager to reach the familiar comfort of my own home.
Living just two houses away from Theo and Lana meant constant proximity, which could be either a blessing or a curse depending on how things unfolded. The lie about a mysterious older boyfriend sat heavy in my stomach. It was a desperate attempt to buy myself some breathing room, a chance to navigate the confusing maze of emotions swirling within me.
The oppressive heat of summer hung heavy in the air, mirroring the nervous knot in my stomach. Lana's father had finally approved the conservation camp, and while I was happy for her, a pang of disappointment shot through me. That meant less time to figure things out with Theo.
Taking a deep breath I slipped into a summer dress – the kind that hugged my curves perfectly and left a trail of cool air on my skin.
Taking a deep breath, I crossed the two houses separating our homes and knocked on Theo's door. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What was I even doing here?
The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Finch, the Nott family housekeeper, her face etched with surprise. "Miss Y/N? What a surprise! Mr. Theo is the only one home, I'm afraid. Miss Lana's still out."
My cheeks flushed crimson. This was not the grand entrance I'd envisioned. "Oh!" I feigned surprise. "Goodness, how forgetful of me. I just realized I left something in Lana's room. Terribly sorry to bother you, Mrs. Finch."
The housekeeper's expression softened. "No trouble at all, dear. Just head on up, third door on the right."
With a mumbled thank you, I practically sprinted up the stairs, my heart thundering in my chest. This impulsive, poorly-planned visit was already spiraling out of control. Would he see through my flimsy excuse? Most importantly, what was I going to say to him once I was alone with him under the guise of borrowing something from Lana?
The familiar chaos of Lana's room swam before my eyes. Clothes littered the floor, forgotten textbooks sat precariously on the desk,I don’t know why she insisted that no one else but her clean her room when she barley do it
"Are you lost?"
The sound of Theo's voice cut through the mental fog. I spun around, heart hammering against my ribs like a frantic hummingbird. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his gaze lingering on me a beat too long.
And then, his eyes scanned me from head to toe, a slow, deliberate sweep that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. Merlin's beard, I wanted to be on my knees (respectfully, of course). That summer dress, the impulsive visit - everything suddenly felt like a terrible, wonderful mistake.
"N-no," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, just came to… borrow something from Lana." The lie tasted like ashes in my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to confess my real motive. Not yet, anyway.
Theo pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a slow step closer. The air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the summer heat. "Is that right?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His eye held an unreadable depth that made my breath hitch.
"Yes," I managed, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "She mentioned a book on… Larus migration patterns? I thought I might borrow it for some summer reading."
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Larus migration patterns, huh? Sounds like a fascinating read for a summer day."
His words were laced with a double meaning, and a blush crept up my cheeks. Was he teasing me? Did he suspect my real reason for being here?
The silence stretched, thick and heavy. My carefully constructed plan was falling apart faster than a poorly brewed Amortentia potion. But before I could stammer out another excuse, Theo surprised me with a soft chuckle.
"Well," he drawled, his voice softer now, "since Lana's not here, perhaps I could help you find the book."
The breath caught in my throat. Here I was, caught red-handed (or rather, red-dressed), and yet, Theo's amusement was oddly disarming. His casual demeanor didn't quite match the intensity I'd glimpsed in his eyes moments ago.
"Really?" I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper. The air crackled between us, charged with a sudden shift in energy.
A slow smirk played on his lips. "Yeah, why not? Did you want someone else to help you, maybe?"
He took a slow step forward, his presence filling the room. I instinctively leaned back, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud. A thrill shot through me as his eyes lingered on my face, a storm brewing beneath the surface.
"He's not here, though," he drawled, the amusement leaving his voice. "So bad."
Confusion clouded my mind. "He?" I stammered.
Theo's brows furrowed. "Oh, your older, hot crush? That's what you said, right? So you're here all dressed up and making excuses for nothing." The smile that had been playing on his lips vanished completely.
A wave of panic washed over me. "Are you kidding me?" I blurted out, unable to contain my frustration. Heat crept up my cheeks. "Are you that blind?" just then I realized the depth of my mistake. He thought my crush was Christopher, his own brother!
He was close now, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His hands braced themselves on either side of my face, caging me in. My breath caught in my throat.
"Trapped?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.
If looks could kill, I would have been dead. Theo's expression was a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. I reached out hesitantly, my fingers brushing against his cheek. Thankfully, he didn't pull away.
"It's not Christopher," I whispered, my eyes darted drawn to the tempting curve of his lips.
"Oh yeah?" he challenged, his voice husky.
I couldn't hold back any longer. This was it. With a surge of desperation, I cupped his face with one hand, the other finding its way to the back of his neck and I kissed him.
It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion. I was kissing Theo it wasn’t a dream , feeling the heat and intensity of the moment wash over me. My lips on his, our breaths mingling, it was my first kiss, but that fact faded into insignificance. He was the only thing that mattered.
Panic briefly gripped me when he didn't immediately respond to the kiss. I pulled away, searching his eyes for any sign of reciprocation, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Fuck," he muttered, pulling me closer, lifting me effortlessly until my legs were wrapped around his waist. His kiss this time was harder, more urgent, our bodies pressed against the wall as he devoured my lips.
It was a hungry kiss, filled with raw desire and longing. I moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. As his tongue sought entry, I responded eagerly, my hand finding its way to his shoulder, the other tangling in his hair. It felt intoxicatingly good, every touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
He didn't stop, his kisses growing more intense, more mind-blowing with each passing second. I felt myself teetering on the edge of something powerful, something I had never experienced before.
When he finally pulled away, our lips still touching, he whispered, "We shouldn't do that." I leaned in, wanting more, desperate to recapture the fire he had ignited within me. But this time, he stopped me with a gentle hand on my cheek.
"We shouldn't," he repeated, his words laced with a battle between desire and control.
" You ... don’t want this?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, before claiming my lips once more in a kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.
He kept kissing me, then his lips dipped lower, trailing a path of fire down my neck. Each touch ignited a new spark within me, a desperate need for more. But just as quickly, he pulled away, his hand clamping over my mouth the moment a moan escaped my lips.
He released me with a ragged breath, fingers brushing my lips – a touch that felt both accidental and deliberate. "Don't fucking let me do that again," he growled, his expression unreadable.
"Theo..." My voice trembled, a choked whisper lost in the deafening silence.
"Don't," he cut me off, his voice laced with a raw emotion that sent shivers down my spine.
I ignored him, the dam of my emotions threatening to burst. "No, Theo, I do like you so much! No, I think I love–"
He slammed his hand down on the nearest surface, the sharp crack echoing through the room. "Stop talking! Stop fucking talking and get out!"
My heart plummeted to my stomach. I stared at him, disbelief etching lines on my face. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't the answer I'd envisioned.
"I said, get out!" he roared, his voice raw with something akin to despair.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Fear, a primal and cold sensation, gripped me. I couldn't stay there, not with that look in his eyes. Tears blurring my vision, I turned and fled. I ran blindly out of the room, my feet pounding against the wooden floorboards. I didn't stop until I was out of the house, gasping for breath on the front porch steps. My legs felt like jelly, my vision obscured by a torrent of tears.
After four days of crying in my room, watching romcoms, and indulging in ice cream, I had practically shut myself off from the outside world. Ignoring calls and messages, I had no intention of leaving my room anytime soon.
But then, my phone started ringing, and the name that flashed on the screen caught my attention – Blaise Zabini. Why was he calling me? I debated whether to answer or not, but curiosity got the better of me.
"Hello?" I answered tentatively.
"Hello, beautiful lady. What are you doing tonight?" Blaise's smooth voice flowed through the phone, surprising me.
"Did you mistake my number for someone else?" I asked, slightly bewildered.
Blaise chuckled. "No, Y/N, I'm calling you. There's a party tonight, and you should come."
I couldn't believe it. Blaise inviting me to a party? It seemed surreal, especially considering how distant I had been lately. "Is this some kind of dare?" I half-jokingly asked, recalling how Lana and I had once begged to be included in their circle last year.
"No, of course not. Lana is away at camp, and I figured you must be bored. Plus, you're old enough now. So, are you coming?" Blaise explained.
I was shocked but managed to say, "Yes."
"Good, I'll pick you up," he said confidently.
"Um, what should I wear?" I asked, feeling a bit out of my depth.
"Something hot for sure," Blaise replied, causing my mouth to drop open. Surely, there must be more to it than just small talk and an unexpected invitation.
I dragged myself out of bed, feeling a bit more alive than I had in days. The prospect of going out, even to a party, was both daunting and oddly exciting. I made my way to the bathroom, deciding that a hot shower would do wonders for my mood.
The water cascaded down my skin, washing away some of the heaviness that had settled over me. I washed my hair, taking extra care to make it look presentable. After all, Blaise had mentioned something about looking hot, and I wanted to at least make an effort.
Once out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and stood in front of the mirror, contemplating my options. My wardrobe seemed to mock me with its array of dresses, each one a reminder of happier times. But tonight was different. I wanted to feel good, even if just for a few hours.
My eyes settled on a vibrant off-shoulder red dress, short enough to be playful yet elegant. It had been a while since I'd worn something so bold, but tonight felt like the perfect occasion. Slipping into the dress, I couldn't help but admire how it hugged my curves in all the right places.
With my hair styled in loose waves cascading down my shoulders, I turned to my makeup. Opting for a subtle smokey eye and a bold red lip to match the dress, I added a touch of highlighter to give my skin a healthy glow.
Just as I finished applying the last stroke of mascara, my phone rang again. It was Blaise, letting me know that he was waiting outside. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and headed out.
A slow smirk spread across Blaise's face as he took in my entire outfit. "Damn, Y/N," he said, his voice dropping a cool octave. "You look goodness. Tonight, you're not just breaking hearts, you're shattering them."
"Thanks," I managed, trying to project an air of confidence I wasn't entirely sure I possessed.
The drive to the bar was a blur of conversation and upbeat music. Blaise gave me a heads-up that this was a different scene than the usual hangouts Lana and I frequented. No sticky floors or questionable punch here. This place oozed sophistication with a healthy dose of trendy vibes.
The closer we got, the bigger the butterflies became. "Just a heads-up," Blaise said casually, "Theo's gonna be there."
My eyes widened like headlights caught on high beams. "Why are you telling me this?" I blurted, my voice shaky.
Blaise held up his hands in mock surrender. "Whoa there, little firecracker. Easy now. Listen, I know what happened," he said, his tone gentle but firm.
He paused, his gaze meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "You've got two choices tonight," he continued, his voice low and serious. "Option one: Go in there, drown your sorrows in overpriced cocktails, and cry yourself to sleep like you have been for the past week. Option two: You walk in that door, head held high, and have the best damn night of your life. Show him what a colossal mistake he made. But more importantly, have fun. Forget Theo for the night. You deserve it."
My initial suspicion flared. How did Blaise know about Theo? Did Theo tell everyone, maybe even paint some twisted narrative of what happened? The worst-case scenario played in my head: everyone knowing I'd forced myself on him. I pushed those thoughts down, refusing to let them take root.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of suspicion.
Blaise raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Oh, the nerve! Here I am, trying to be the ever-so-charming host, and you accuse me of… niceness?" He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "Honestly, Y/N, I'm deeply wounded."
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and genuine. It felt good, a welcome change from the constant ache in my chest. As we pulled into the bar's crowded parking lot, I spotted a familiar face – the Gryffindor girl from school, the one with a permanent case of RBF.
Suddenly, the prospect of a night out filled with new faces and zero Theo drama seemed a whole lot more appealing.
"Alright," I announced, a determined glint in my eyes. "Going inside and having fun sounds way better."
Blaise's smirk widened. "Now you're talking," he said, finally pulling the car to a stop. "Let's do this."
We pushed through the heavy bar doors, the sudden wave of loud music and flashing lights hitting me like a physical blow. My eyes squinted against the assault, struggling to adjust to the dim, pulsing atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, spilled alcohol, and something vaguely floral that I couldn't quite identify.
Then I saw it.
Bodies. Everywhere bodies. Couples intertwined on couches, limbs tangled in a way that left little to the imagination. People grinding against each other on the dance floor, clothes barely clinging to their sweaty forms. My mouth fell open in a silent scream.
"Are you kidding me, Blaise?" I shrieked, my voice barely audible over the pounding music. "Did you invite me to an orgy ?"
Blaise chuckled, his earlier cool persona replaced by something a little more… suggestive. "Not quite, sweetheart," he drawled. "But if you're interested, I know a guy…"
Blaise winked, then turned his attention to a group of women across the room. My stomach churned. Had he brought me here just to ditch me?
"Where are you going?" I demanded, grabbing his arm before he could slink away.
He looked back at me, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You wouldn't want to know, sweetheart. Trust me." Before I could argue, he was weaving his way through the crowd, leaving me stranded in a sea of strangers.
Panic clawed at my throat. I was completely out of my element, suffocated by the throbbing music and the overt displays of affection. Trying to navigate the throng of people felt like trying to walk through a mosh pit. Elbows jabbed, drinks sloshed, and muttered curses collided with the music. Every step forward felt like a battle.
Just when I was on the verge of tears, a familiar voice cut through the din.
"Y/N? Is that you?"
I snapped my head towards the source of the sound, relief washing over me like a tidal wave. There, standing a few feet away, was Cedric Diggory, a friendly face from Hogwarts. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
"Oh, thank God!" I exclaimed, practically throwing myself at him. He caught me with a smile, a steady presence in the swirling chaos.
"What are you doing here?" I blurted out, clinging to him like a lifeline. "I came with Blaise, but… well, he kinda ditched me."
Cedric's smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. "Don't worry about him," he said reassuringly. "I can take you home if you want."
The offer was tempting, a safe haven from the overwhelming sensory overload. But then my gaze fell across the crowded room, landing on Theo. He was… well, making out with someone. Not just anyone, but two someones. His hands were everywhere, his lips moving feverishly between two very enthusiastic girls.
The sight of him sent a fresh wave of anger and hurt coursing through me. I wanted to scream, to cry, to set the whole place on fire. But instead, I did something completely unexpected.
"Actually," I said, my voice surprisingly steady, "Do you want to dance?"
A slow smile spread across my face as Cedric offered his hand. Relief momentarily eclipsed the anger simmering beneath the surface. He led me onto the dance floor, his touch light and hesitant on my waist. Compared to Theo's rough possessiveness, it felt… foreign.
"Theodora Nott," I muttered under my breath, the name a bitter curse on my tongue. Every fiber of my being ached to tear my gaze away from Theo.
Cedric's breath tickled my ear as he spoke, but my mind was elsewhere. Then, our eyes met. Theo's. His face contorted in a mixture of surprise and disbelief, like he'd seen a ghost.
Theo seemed momentarily speechless, his jaw clenched tight. Then, in a move that surprised even me, he shoved the two girls aside, their confused faces momentarily forgotten. He barged his way through the crowd, a determined scowl on his face.
"Diggory," he spat, his voice laced with venom.
"Nott," Cedric replied, a flicker of confusion crossing his features.
"Think I can take this from here?" Theo said, his gaze never leaving mine. "Thanks for keeping Y/N company."
Cedric glanced between us, a hesitant frown creasing his brow. Knowing I needed to act fast, I plastered a sickly sweet smile on my face.
"It's alright, Cedric," I chirped, my voice dripping with fake sincerity. "Theo's here now, and you know, practically like a brother to me."
Theo's jaw clenched tight, his anger barely contained. It fueled a fire within me, a perverse satisfaction at seeing him squirm. Cedric, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, simply nodded and melted back into the crowd.
As soon as he was out of sight, I reached out and lightly touched Theo's arm. "Hello, brother," I purred, the word laced with mockery. "Enjoying yourself?"
He swatted my hand away, his voice tight with irritation. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"Dancing, drinking, you know ," I replied, my voice light and carefree. "Hopefully getting some… you know, without having to share." I couldn't resist adding a pointed jab at his earlier display of affection.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "That's not the right answer, Y/N."
"Oh, so now you're the authority on what's right and wrong?" I scoffed. "Just get lost and let me enjoy my night."
"Not happening," he growled, stepping closer. For a fleeting moment, I swear his eyes flickered to my lips, sending a tremor of something unexpected through me.
"Not happening," he countered, his eyes flickering towards my lips for a fleeting moment.
A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to let it show. "So you get to have fun, but I can't? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you were having a blast with your little… (here I paused, searching for the perfect comedic insult) …buffet." I forced a smile, pushing myself away from him in a playful, yet firm, manner.
He didn't get a chance to retort before a gasp escaped my lips. A clumsy dancer, fueled by who-knows-what concoction, careened into me, spilling the entirety of his drink down my dress. The scarlet fabric clung to my body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
Theo let out a frustrated curse under his breath. "Damn it, Y/N, and your damn stubborn red dresses ," he muttered, before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the crowd. His gaze darted around frantically, before settling on a nearby staircase.
The world spun a little faster as Theo pulled me through the crowd, his grip tight on my arm. We navigated through bodies and flashing lights, finally ending up near a darkened stairway leading upwards. He pushed open a door, revealing a large, beautifully furnished room – a stark contrast to the party raging outside.
"Stay here," he instructed, his voice low and urgent.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed at his bossiness but strangely comforted by his protectiveness.My mind was still reeling from the sudden alcohol shower, my thoughts fuzzy and disconnected.
Theo's presence alone was overwhelming. All the anger, hurt, and confusion I'd been feeling seemed to coalesce into a potent cocktail of emotions. My mind, however, wasn't processing things clearly. The red dress clinging to my body, the sting of Theo's earlier words, the memory of seeing him with those girls – it all swirled together in a chaotic mess.
Ignoring the instruction to stay put, I crossed the room and locked the door with a satisfying click. Grasping the hem of the ruined dress, I ripped it upwards in one swift motion. There, standing before a giant mirror, was me in all my red lace glory – bra and panties matching the ruined dress.
Theo stepped in, a black t-shirt clutched in his hand. His gaze locked with mine, a slow burn spreading across his face. He scanned me from head to toe, his eyes lingering on the shocking red lace bra and matching panties that were now my only attire.
For a moment, the room seemed to shrink, the music fading into a distant hum. The air crackled with a tension that sent a jolt of electricity through me.
"You're drunk, aren't you?" he finally managed, his voice rough with a mix of concern and something else – something deeper.
The question snapped me out of my haze. A defiant chuckle escaped my lips. "Not a single Shot," I replied, my voice surprisingly steady as I walked towards him.
The t-shirt fluttered to the floor, forgotten. His eyes were fixed on me, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. I stopped just inches from him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, his face just inches from mine. The heat of his body radiated against mine, intensifying the buzz in my head.
"We don't have to be in love," I slurred, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A part of me knew this was insane, But another part just craved his attention, his touch.
All I craved was his attention, his touch.
"I just wanna be… one of your girls tonight," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of my words hit me. Was I really saying this? But then I remembered Theo with those other girls, the way they would whisper about him at school, the way they boasted about their "experiences" with him.
Suddenly, a strange sense of defiance mixed with a simmering desire fueled my next words. "I want what you give them," I confessed, my eyes locked on his. "The kind of thing they brag about to their friends for years."
He reached out, a single finger brushing against my cheek. My breath hitched at the contact.
"Give me tough love don’t hold back," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Push me, choke me. Show me what it's like to be… yours even if it’s just for a night ." My voice dropped even lower. "Anything," I whispered, "just don't pretend you don't want me."
My words hung heavy in the air, the audacity of them making my cheeks burn. But before I could even think about backtracking, Theo surged forward, scooping me up into his arms. A gasp escaped my lips as he pulled me close, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over me.
He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pulled me close. My hands instinctively found purchase on his broad shoulders, the heat radiating through his shirt setting my skin alight.
"That's wrong," he rasped, his lips brushing dangerously close to mine.
"It's not," I insisted, the defiance laced with a desperate plea.
He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed me. It was a hard kiss, desperate and hungry, as if he was trying to erase everything that had come between us. My body melted against his, all thoughts fleeing my mind except for the fierce press of his lips against mine.
He carried me across the room, depositing me onto a large table. pulled away after what felt like an eternity, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a tremor through me. He pushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his eyes searching mine. "I'd hold onto something, if I were you." he murmured, his voice thick with possessiveness that both terrified and excited me.
My fingers brushed against his face, his warm breath ghosting over my lips as he leaned down.
His hand moved down my body, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers erupting across my skin. His fingers grazed my thighs, a light touch that somehow managed to ignite a fire within me. My breath hitched, a moan escaping my lips as desire battled with the remnants of reason.
His lips brushed against my ear, his voice a husky whisper against my sensitive skin. "Choose a word," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded numbly, unsure if I would even be able to speak if I needed to.
"Red," I managed to whisper, my voice laced with desire as his lips trailed along my neck, eliciting a soft moan from deep within me.
"Fucking red again," he muttered, his lips pressing against my skin with a hunger that ignited a fire within me. I arched my neck, offering him more access, more of me.
"You use this if it gets too much, understood?" he said, his voice commanding. I nodded eagerly.
He continued to kiss my jaw and neck with an intensity that left me breathless. My hand tangled in his hair, urging him closer. When he bit down on a sensitive spot on my neck, I couldn't contain a scream of pleasure.
His hand cupped my core through my panties, and I instinctively gripped his shoulder, my body responding to his touch. I had never experienced anything like this before, but I couldn't admit that to him.
"Have you done anything like this before?" he asked, his breath hot against my earlobe. I moaned softly as I lied, nodding in response.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of sensations.
He parted my legs forcefully and held my jaw in his hand, locking eyes with mine. "You did?" he questioned, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.
I nodded again, unable to speak as desire coursed through me.
"He's dead, whoever he is," he declared, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers slipped inside my panties, and I gasped at the sudden intimacy, my body responding eagerly to his touch.
"Theo," I managed to gasp out, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes, baby?" he responds, his voice deep and husky. The way he says "baby" sends shivers down my spine. It feels too good, too right, felt like a sweet caress to my soul.
"You can do whatever you want to me," i whispered, my fingers tracing his jawline. "Anything."
He responds by parting my lips with his finger leaning down to take my lower lips into his kiss. It's so soft, so gentle, that I feel like I've been transported to heaven. His tongue enters my mouth at the same time he touches my clit, and I moan.
He rubs my clit in gentle circles, and I hold onto his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss, my lips are still on his, and I moan into his mouth. His tongue continues to explore mine as his fingers work their magic.
"Oh Merlin," I cry out, and he smiles against my cheek.
"Not Merlin, baby, but me," he whispered against my cheek, his touch sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. He added a finger inside me, and I cried out, my back arching with pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so tight. You sure you've done this before?" he questioned, a hint of disbelief in his voice. I've done this before, in my dreams, with him. I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, and he looks displeased with that.
"Keep making those sounds, I love the sound of your voice," he says, and I do it again. He stops kissing me” you did that again and i stop, understood? “ I nodded immediately.
He’s not done yet. He pushed my bra strap down, placing kisses along the exposed skin.
His fingers start to move faster, as he kissed me, swallowing all my moans. He adds another finger, and I scream, my back arching again.
I bite my lips without even noticing and he slowed his movements I hold onto his hand fast, afraid he'll stop.
"Please don't stop, I'll be good, I promise," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Fuck, say it again," his gaze intense with desire.
"I'll be good, Theo," I repeated, my voice a desperate plea.
He moves his fingers faster in response, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. He keeps hitting it, over and over again, while circling my clit.
"I'm going to--" I try to say, but I can't finish my sentence. Pleasure consumes me, and I scream his name. He plays with my hair, pushing my tears and hair away from my face.
"I know, sweet girl," he murmured, his words pushing me over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm."So sweet, so good."
He watched me with intense desire as I came, his fingers never ceasing their movements. "And so fucking hot," he added as he looked at me while experiencing his own release.
“you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me,” he murmured, placing soft kisses on my neck
I breathed heavily as he pulled his hands from me, bringing his fingers to his mouth and savoring my cum. "You taste so sweet, baby," he murmured, his gaze locked on mine.
He cupped my face, placing soft kisses on my lips, again and again. "So sweet, so angelic,"
With a gentle touch, he lifted me from the table, carrying me softly and placing me on the bed. His face was close to mine, his nose brushing against mine, and he kissed me deeply. I moaned as he opened my bra clips, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my jawline, then my collarbone.
He traced his way down, kissing every inch of my body until he reached my breasts. I closed my eyes as he put a soft kiss on them, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Eyes on me, baby. Don't shut them," he commanded, and I nodded, my breath heavy. I looked at him, my love for him overwhelming.
With each lick and kiss, I moaned louder, the pleasure building with every touch, and I arched my back, my fingers gripping the sheets.
With a final lick, he traced his way down, kissing every inch of my body. He kissed my stomach and looked up at me, his gaze intense.
He parted my legs, the sight of him between them is my idea of heaven. I nodded, and he pulled my panties down.
As he pulled my panties down, I felt a rush of shyness,"You will keep them open," he said, and I nodded again , my breath hitching.
"Good girl," he praised, his lips trailing kisses along my thighs. I couldn't resist running my fingers through his soft hair, pushing it from his face.
"You want rough love, you say?" he stated, using my own words against me.
"Yes," I moaned, my mouth gasping as I felt his mouth on my wet pussy.
"And you keep listening to what those girls say?" he asked.
"Yes, and it hurts," I managed to say.
"So I have to make up for it then, baby, don't you think?" he asked,
He didn't waste time. His tongue explored my folds, and it felt strange but in a good way. He licked and sucked, and I felt like I might explode.
He kept doing it, for what felt like an eternity. He kept my legs open, and my back ached. I cried heavily, it was the best thing I had ever felt. I could feel my body already over the edge.
"Don't cum," he said, and I shook my head. He continued eating me out, so much. I could feel his fingers inside me, and I screamed again.
"Please," I begged, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me.
"You cum, and it's over," he warned, his finger entering me gently.
I held onto his shoulder tightly, my body teetering on the edge. "Say the word, and I'll stop," he offered.
But I couldn't bring myself to say it. "No," I managed to whisper, my voice filled with need and desire.
His tongue flicked my clit, and I felt my orgasm building. I screamed his name, and he kept going, pushing me further and further over the edge. I screamed again, and again, and again. I couldn't take it anymore, and I came hard, my body shaking with the force of it.
He looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices.
I was still trying to catch my breath from what just happened as Theo's words registered in my mind. "You are a virgin," he said, and I shook my head fast, trying to dispel the shock.
"No, no, I'm not. The boys I've been with before weren't experienced," I managed to say, feeling a rush of embarrassment at my slip of words. Why did I say "boys"?
Theo's gaze held fire as he processed my words. "Boys?" he repeated, his voice tinged with something I couldn't quite decipher.
I immediately felt the need to defend myself. "You don't think I'm attractive enough to be with more than one boy in my life?" I asked, a hint of defiance in my tone.
"Quite the opposite," he assured me, but his expression remained serious. "I want to know who dared and did that," he added, his eyes searching mine.
I bit my lip nervously, realizing the implications of what I had unintentionally revealed. Boys were afraid to pursue Lana because of Theo's reputation, but the way he reacted made me wonder if he wasn't threatening the boys for just getting close to lana .
"You can't just control who I can be with, Theo," I said, surprised at my own boldness.
"I think I can," he asserted firmly.
I took a breath, trying to calm the tension that crackled between us. "I won't mind," I said softly, my voice pleading. "I would do anything to please you. I would do anything you ask me to."
"Stop talking like that, y/n," he ordered, his tone strained.
"Okay," I acquiesced, sensing that I had crossed a line.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, clearly struggling with his own emotions.
I reached out and touched his hand that was on my face, trying to ease the tension. I smiled while kissing his hand, then surprised both of us by putting one of his fingers inside my mouth and sucking on it gently.
"You are going to be the death of me," he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I need you, Theo, all of you, even just for the night, please," I pleaded, desperate for him to understand.
"Don't cry, unless it's from the pleasure I give you," he said, brushing away my tears gently.
I propped myself up on my elbow to get closer to him, craving his touch and his reassurance. He kissed me again, and in that moment, I felt like I could live in this bliss forever.
He reached for a condom, and I tried not to show my nerves as he prepared himself. His size was daunting, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would fit inside me. My head hit the pillow again as he spread my legs, his hardness teasing my entrance.
He entered me slowly, and I cried out as the pain shot through me, tears streaming down my face. "You are a fucking virgin," he exclaimed, his own frustration evident.
"It's not a fucking game, y/n," he continued, his tone softer but still edged with tension.
"I'm sorry, please do something," I pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.
He wiped my tears away, his features softening. "Fuck, baby, don't cry. It will get better, I promise. Just relax," he reassured me, his voice soothing.
"Breathe, it's just me," he added, placing kisses on my forehead and then my cheek.
"I think... I think you can move now, please," I managed to say, trying to regain my composure.
He held my face in his hand while the other supported him as he moved slowly, allowing me to adjust to him. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure and the connection between us.
"You want fast, I can take it," I said, unsure if I was ready but wanting to prove myself to him.
"It's not a competition, y/n. You don't have to prove anything, baby,"
"The girls you've been with, they must have..." I started to say, but he cut me off.
"They didn't matter. You do," he said, surprising both of us with his confession.
He settled into a rhythm that felt perfect, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations. His thrusts ranged from slow and tender to fast and intense, driving me wild with pleasure.
"Talk to me," he urged, and I struggled to form coherent sentences amidst the pleasure.
"It feels... good," I managed to say, my words coming out in fragmented breaths.
"Yeah?" he questioned, and I nodded, unable to articulate just how amazing it felt.
He increased his pace, and I arched my back, meeting his movements eagerly. "What about this?" he asked, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Do it again," I begged, wanting more of him, more of this intense pleasure.
He obliged, and the pleasure intensified, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I moaned and cried out his name, lost in the sensations that only he could evoke.
He thrust a few more times, then finally reached his own peak, his body collapsing slightly against mine as we both caught our breaths.
After a moment, he pulled out and disposed of the condom, then lay beside me.
Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I was afraid to talk afraid to ruin what we just had, My hand hovered in the air, reaching for his face, but Theo stopped me, his grip surprisingly tight on my wrist.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo against the backdrop of my racing thoughts. Please, no. Not the cold shoulder again.
" The- Theo," I whispered, my voice trembling, but he pushed my hand away before I could say more. His sudden change left me feeling lost and vulnerable, like I had done something terribly wrong.
"You… sore?" he finally spoke, his voice strained.
I blinked, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. The Theo who had been making love to me just minutes ago seemed to have vanished. This was the cold, distant Theo I knew all too well.
"A little," I managed to whisper, my voice cracking.
"Then get dressed," he said curtly. "I'm taking you home. Your big night is over." his words cutting through me like knives. I tried to speak, to explain, but he silenced me with a stern command. "Not a word, y/n. Not a fucking word."
He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes, tossing a t-shirt and his jacket in my direction. As he grabbed my phone and things, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was as if everything we had shared meant nothing to him.
As shaky legs carried me to my feet, I pulled on the clothes, tears blurring my vision. A choked sob escaped my lips, and another, and another.
"Congratulations, Y/N," I whispered to myself, my voice raw with emotion. "You're officially one of his girls."
"Congratulations, y/n. You’re officially one of the girls," he remarked, his words cutting deep into my already wounded heart.
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Part2
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Can I please request a snape smut fic? The reader and him have been friends since school and she is in love with him only he does not know it or realize his feelings till Sirius is flirting with her and it leads to a fight between them leading to them confessing to their feelings. Maybe some dirty talk biting and rough smut
Sooo...I got a bit carried away with this...definetly not the roughest smut I've written, but I hope you like it anyway.
Severus and his sunshine
Pairing: Severus Snape x fem!reader
warnings: Smut, loss of virginity
Wordcount: 7402 (oops...)
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“To the youngest Professor in the history of Hogwarts!” You cheer and raise your glass clumsily into the air, spilling half your drink down your arm. “Oops-” You giggle.
It’s not the first drink of the evening and not the first time you toast to Severus’ new job - and certainly not the last. It bears repeating after all because how fucking awesome is this? You have always known that Severus is the most intelligent and brilliant and ingenious person you’d ever meet! It’s unfair - no, a bloody shame! - how many people never realised it just because Severus’ is a bit awkward and rude and- alright he’s a downright cunt sometimes but he has every bloody right to be with the road his life has taken so far! With a father like that and that awful Potter and his stupid goons!
“We need to cut you off.” He drawls, the corner of his lips curling, and tries to snatch your glass from you. You jump off the chair you're standing on and cradle your drink protectively to your chest, firewhiskey dripping down your arm.
“Try and I’ll bite your finger off!”
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not.” Severus shakes his head but doesn’t try to get your drink again, instead focusing on his own (the second of the evening - what a bore). The pub is crowded and loud, nobody pays any attention to the two of you sitting at a table in the corner.
You plop back down on your chair and take a sip of your drink.
Severus’ eyes have gone distant again. That happens a lot lately. Like something is on his mind that he lacks the words to tell you. Social interactions aren’t his strong suit. You’re the ‘Severus-translator’ Lily used to joke when you three were still friends because you always knew what Severus wanted to say but couldn’t. You always made sure he was included in conversations, told others to shut up so he could speak or smooth over his rough edges whenever someone didn’t get Severus’ dry and dark sense of humour.
One look at him from across the Great Hall during breakfast and you knew whether he was in a good or bad mood. You knew when he had a nightmare the night before and needed a gentler touch or when to bluntly tell him he’s being a cunt.
This you can’t seem to figure out.
He smiles less these days. Even less than usual. The four years since you finished school have been hard, especially for him, especially with the war.
Emotions are not Severus’ thing.
His long black hair falls into his face, hiding his grave expression from the world and you. His face has lost its boyish features. His jaw is more prominent, complementing his high cheekbones. His hooked nose suits him. It’s something about the proportions or symmetry of his face - you can’t quite put your finger on it. Most people seem to be put off by his appearance, but to you he has always held something uniquely beautiful.
He taps his finger against his glass repeatedly. His fingernails are still painted black…You made him let you paint them last time he was at your flat. It suits him.
You place your hand over his, stopping his fidgeting. You wish you’d know what’s going on in his head, clearly whatever it is puts him on edge, but you trust he’ll talk to you when he is ready.
“You’ll be great.” You say. “I have no doubt. You’re a bloody genius, Severus! These kids are so lucky. They can learn so much from you!”
“I am certain they will share your attitude.” He says sardonically and you snort. Severus downs his drink and takes your empty glass to get another round (and probably a glass of water for you because he’s such a mum sometimes). You smirk as you watch him make his way through the crowd.
He sticks out like a sore thumb in these new robes he got, but you think they too suit him. It’s probably the first time he isn’t wearing hand-me-downs. He’s wearing all black of course. The most colour you ever saw him wear was at Hogwarts in the form of his emerald green school tie.
Severus looks intimidating. It makes him look older, stronger somehow. It’s such a stark difference to the beat up jeans, the The Cure bandshirt you gifted him one Christmas and the shabby leather jacket.
But not in a bad way.
He looks good.
Maybe it’s the fact he has grown taller since graduation. He’s a head taller than he used to be and shed his bend over posture. Escaping both Hogwarts and his recently deceased father agrees with him. That and your continued effort of forcing him to eat three whole meals a day, every day.
His wide shoulders and dark hair disappear behind people and you rip your eyes from the spot you last saw him.
So much has changed in the last four years but that little flutter in your heart whenever you look at him has not changed. When it first started in your fourth year you didn’t even realise what it was about. You’d start stammering around him, earning you silent glares and raised eyebrows from Severus at which you’d blush. After an embarrassingly long time you finally accepted that you had developed a crush on your best friend.
You’re too terrified of losing him as a friend to ever tell him though.
Severus isn’t good with feelings. They are too complicated. Too messy. He doesn’t need messy. His life is messy enough and so you swore to yourself to never tell him.
Your friendship was already a miracle. You are his polar opposite. You are outgoing and friendly, polite - too polite sometimes - bubbly and optimistic. Severus is - well Severus. He is grumpy and quiet and rude.
You decided to befriend him in your first year. You saw him during the sorting and something about him pulled you in. You really wanted to get to know him and when you heard him talk during your first potions class you made the decision to gain his friendship however long it would take.
You started by sitting at the table next to his in the library. You’d sit there everyday, quietly doing your homework and when he stopped shooting you irritated looks when he thought you weren’t looking, you moved to sitting at his table. You simply smiled at the befuddled Severus and did your work.
You approached befriending Severus like one might approach gaining the trust of a wild animal. Over the year a truce-kind-of study group had formed between you.
Towards the end of term he asked for your help collecting some things from the forbidden forest - Lily would never break school rules, but you are certain Severus didn’t actually need help, he just didn’t know how to tell you he wanted to spend time with you.
During the summer you send him letters, even after not receiving any back from him and when you saw him by himself in the Hogwarts Express in September you sat down next to him and you’ve been friends since.
You know a romance is even less likely than your friendship was.
“Merlin! I almost didn’t fucking recognise you!” A familiar voice says and you throw up a little in your mouth.
“Black.” You say monotonous. As if he owns the place Black sits down opposite of you on Severus’ currently empty chair.
“You’re hot! How come we never snogged in school?”
“Because whenever I am forced to face the fact that you exist I want to smash my head against a wall.” You say with a honey-sweet tone of voice at which Black’s grin only grows. He doesn’t get the hint.
“How come you’re drinking alone, gorgeous?” Black continues undeterred, a poised and arrogant grin on his lips.
“I’m not.” His grin wavers ever so slightly but Sirius Black has always believed himself so utterly irresistible that such small details don’t matter to him.
“I don’t see anyone.” He is wearing muggle clothes, trying just a tad too hard to look like a rockstar, but he talks and holds himself like a pureblood still. He might have run away from home but he is still living off of his family’s wealth and he hasn’t changed one bit since school.
Black is (as usual) utterly unaware that he isn’t welcome. Black’s eyes roam over your face and down to your chest like he is appraising you, determining how much effort you are worth putting into seducing you.
“I think it’s fate we meet like this! You look-” He licks his lips and a shiver of disgust rushes over your arms. “So different. Bet you cut loose that tosser Snivellus. He was clearly dragging you under. A frown on such a pretty face should be considered a fucking crime.” You clench your fists under the table. You have your wand in your boot. It would be so easy to hex him-
“Someone as stunning as you- Oi! I was about to head to this club in Dublin that recently opened to meet Moony and Wormtail - You should join me!” He winks.
“As I said - I am here with someone.”
“But you could be with me!” He laughs as if he just made a joke but you know he is dead serious. He thinks you’d gladly ditched whomever you are here with for the chance of spending time with him. “Bring her too - the more the merrier.” There is a not so subtle suggestive tone to his words and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Come on gorgeous! Someone as sexy as you should not be so uptight! Let’s have some fun, let loose a little - it’ll be worthwhile to you, I swear.”
“What a compelling offer.” Sneers Severus and your heart drops. Great. “I wonder how many you made that promise to, Black, and how many you left disappointed.” Black’s grin falters for a split second.
That’s right.
Severus is different.
He stands taller. He’s fierce and strong and you aren’t at Hogwarts anymore where it’s four against one with the teachers turning a blind eye. You have no doubt Severus would pull out his nastiest curses on Black given the chance.
“Let’s leave, Sev.”
“Come on, gorgeous!”
“That’s not her name, but one can hardly expect a simpleton like you to care for such fine details as names.”
“Sev.”
“No wonder she looked like somebody was fucking murdered in front of her eyes when I found her - how Lily could bear being close to you for so long I’ll never understand.” Black turns towards you. “Kick this dick to the curb - I’ll buy you a drink, gorgeous.”
“She does not need you for that-”
“I can buy my own drinks.” You hiss and when Severus still makes no move towards leaving, you grab your jacket and storm off. Let them duel like little children if they want, but you won’t get in the middle of that.
The cold hair of the night hits you while you run down the street. Tears sting in your eyes and you feel so stupid and pathetic for crying. Nothing even happened. You don’t know what’s going on- that’s a lie. Severus sounded like he was about to suggest you’re with him and therefore don’t need Black to buy you drinks which…it’s not wrong. You were at the pub with Severus and you were going to make him pay (he’s a Professor now after all and from what Sev let on the pay isn’t bad) but it wasn’t a date. And Severus suggesting or intending to suggest that hurts. You want it to be a date goddamn! You’ve wanted it for over eight years!
Severus calls your name but you just wrap your arms tighter around yourself and continue down the empty street on the outskirts of London.
“Just wait!” He catches up to you. “What a fucking wanker.” He huffs.
“Mh.”
“What did he say to you? I should have hexed him! I knew it!”
“Drop it.”
“No, I will not drop it! He made you cry- come on tell me what he said and I’ll-”
“What?!” Abruptly you stop walking and spin around to face Severus. He looks at you perplexed, his cloak billowing behind him in the breeze. “You’ll go and start a duel? Why? I told you to drop it.”
“He’s a fucking cavemen! Just the way he looked at you-” Severus grimaces. A muscle in his jaw tenses and he flexes his wand hand.
“Why the fuck do you suddenly feel the need to defend my honour?! You just ignored me in there- nevermind. I’m tired. I want to go home.”
“Don’t let Black ruin our night-”
“You ruined our night! I asked you to leave, you ignored me. I ask you to drop it, you ignore me. I don’t want you to fight Black! We aren’t at school anymore - you’ll get arrested!” Something you have never before seen crosses through Severus’ eyes. Something dark. A cold shiver runs down your spine and you take an involuntary step back.
“I wouldn’t be arrested, Sunshine.” He says, voice low, rumbling like thunder, a muttered promise of destruction and ruin and heat pools in your belly. That he called you by his nickname for you which he uses very sparingly, if ever, doesn’t help the matter. Severus takes a step forward. The heat morphs into a twisting, curling mass that takes your breath away. Severus looms over you, shadows dancing over his pale skin, drawing his cheekbones into an even sharper contrast and you gulp.
“You think Luci is going to come and rescue you?”
“Lucius? I don’t need Lucius for that.”
“Do you even fucking hear yourself?!” Your voice echoes through the empty streets, thrown back off the house.
“He made you cry!”
“Why does it matter?!”
“Because-” He clenches his jaw, his fists shake with suppressed rage. His nostrils flare and for a split second a tingling sensation winds around your heart at the expression in his eyes - the softness in the middle of a raging storm. A lone, untouched, unbothered island in the midst of a roaring ocean.
Severus exhales. Tension falls off his frame and the expression is gone.
“Fine.” He says quietly. “Let’s go then.” And he walks past you.
“No.” You can hear his steps stop behind you. Tears drip over your cheeks and you stubbornly wipe them away. “Say what you wanted to say.”
“I thought you’re tired.”
“Say it.”
“It’s- it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m not moving until you say it.” You cross your arms in front of your chest. Behind you Severus sighs and you can practically hear him pinch the bridge of his nose like he does whenever you annoy him.
“You sound like a spoiled child.”
“Good practice then. You’ll have to deal with a lot of those, Professor.”
“Are you- I have the feeling you’re angry with me.” You spin around and glare at Severus. He’s not good with emotions, sure - but now he’s just being dense.
“What made you think that?” You deadpan. He rolls his eyes and his disregard for your feelings drives you mad.
“Black’s a bastard-”
“This is Warren all over again!”
“Yeah and I was fucking right about Warren wasn’t I?” A vein on his forehead pulses, but you don’t give a shit. Warren was your first boyfriend and Severus behaved absolutely rotten towards you.
“Warren was a huge mistake, yes - but he was my mistake to make! What- do you actually fucking think I would ever fucking touch Black? Just the thought gives me an STD!” The barest flicker of amusement flashes over Severus’ features. “I just- I don’t get why you overreact like this everytime I talk to a guy. And it’s not like I was engaging Black there! The fucknugget is just to stupid to get a hint!”
“I-”
“There it is again! You did it again! What is it that you can’t tell me? Come on Sev! You can tell me everything. When did you start having secrets from me?” It’s a hit to your ego as much as you don’t like admitting it.
You have always been Severus’ safespace.
He told you things he never even told Lily! Something you didn’t know until third year when Lily asked whether Severus’ parents are ‘fighting again’ when you knew Tobias dickward Snape beat Sev with his belt the day before the Hogwarts Express left for the new term. You fucking healed him in you compartment because his ribs were broken and she asked whether they were fighting.
Why can’t he tell you this?
Another tear slips over your lower lid and slides down your check. Your bottom lip quivers. You suppress a sniffle and nod.
You have never felt further away from him than you do at this precise moment. It feels like Severus is sand slipping through your fingers and the harder you try to hold onto him, to the way it was before, the faster he slips away. Maybe too much has changed. Maybe he’s too different. Maybe this unlikely friendship was doomed from the beginning.
You know you’re about to start bawling and that’s the last you want Severus to see.
“Alright…I see.” You whisper. “Life’s different now. We’re keeping secrets now…”
“Sunshine-”
“No- no, ‘tis fine-” You roughly wipe your eyes. “See you- see you sometime….congratulations again.” You turn around to find a quiet alleyway to disapparate to your flat and break down there like a pathetic little teen that got her pathetic little heart broken without ever even working up the courage to confess her pathetic feelings.
Your steps sound horribly loud in the dark, cold night and with every step you take away from Severus you feel like you’re losing him more, every step is another crack, another break, another insurmountable obstacle between you. The cold wind cuts through your clothes with ease and you shiver.
“I love you.”
You stop dead in your tracks. Your heart skips a beat or two or maybe it forgets how to work entirely.
Severus’ voice is quiet, uncertain like it has not been since second year when he thought you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore after he lashed out at you.
“Sunshine- I knew Warren would only hurt you. That he’s not good enough for you. He bragged in the Slytherin common room that you showed him your boobs- He said all sorts of awful things and I- I just sat there. I should have said something, defended you, made him shut up but- Warren was two years above us and…” He takes a shuddering breath, dispelling old shame and insecurity from his voice. “Black’s just like that. He never cared for you before and now all of a sudden he is dying to go out with you? You don’t even realise it, Sunshine but- you- you are stunning. You have changed so much since school, you are- fuck I don’t know- words-” He sighs and rubs his hands over his face.
You feel numb and like you’re on fire at the same time. Of course you knew Warren spread some shit about you around, it’s why you broke up and broke his nose in the process for good measure, earning three weeks detention with McGonagall, but you wished you would have known sooner...
And- Severus loves you? No- that can’t be right- He’s in love with Lily- it’s always been Lily-
“You’re happier somehow- you- you’re radiant and beautiful and- you’ve grown up so much and- and- I love you. I’ve loved you for years- I want to protect you. I want to guard your happiness and yes I’d go back to knock out every single one of Black’s teeth for talking to you like that. You just have to say the word - sunshine - I’m pretty sure there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I know I’m not bloody good enough for you- I am rude and surly and miserable to be around - I don’t expect you to feel the same…I- fuck I don’t know-”
“You love me?”
“I love you.”
“I thought you love Lily.”
“Lily is- was- still is- I have no goddamn clue- she’s like a sister. I love her. And I think marrying Potter was a huge mistake and that she’ll divorce him in about three years - if she manages to stand him that long and when she does I hope- I hope we can mend our friendship…maybe- but- but I don’t love her like that. Not like I love you.”
Severus loves you.
Has loved you for years.
Severus loves you…
You swirl around and before your anxiety can overpower your heart, screaming and aching and thrashing about in your chest you cup his face with your trembling hands and press your lips against his.
Severus stiffens. For a moment you just stand there, on your tiptoes to be able to reach him, holding onto him, feeling his heat against you, your lips exploding with electrifying tingling. Your stomach clenches and twists, flip flops and gives birth to a thousand erratic butterflies and all flutter around in a whirlwind of emotions that are too colourful, too many, too intense to ever find words worthy of describing the sensation.
Cautiously Severus puts his hands on your back and moves his lips against yours. You’re still crying, tears stream over your cheeks and run along the curves of your face to your lips.
As if woken from an enchanted slumber, Severus drags you against his chest and kisses you fiercely. One arm wrapped around your back and clutching at your waist, and one hand cradling the back of your head, long slender fingers threading through your hair. You grab the front of his robes and cling to him.
You both stumble a few steps and your back hits the brick wall of a house. Severus licks along the seam of your lips which you happily part for him. Your kiss grows sloppy and desperate. Your tongues meet gingerly at first but soon the slight air of discomfort and wariness at this development vanishes, flies away into the cool air of the night, gone and forgotten, as unimportant as your stupid fight.
Severus is kissing you. You are finally kissing Severus. He loves you. He has loved you for years.
Everything is good.
“Sev-” You whimper against his lips between two kisses. You try to break them, to wrench an inch of air between you but Severus is like a man dying of thirst that finally found a water source and is clenching his burning thirst. “Sev-” You push against his chest. Severus releases your lips, but doesn’t move away, doesn’t let go of you.
He leans his forehead against yours and blinks back at you, his dark eyes seemingly trying to pervade yours, to find a direct path to your deepest thoughts, a link between you and him that is untouchable by anybody else, that runs deeper than any other connection between two people.
“Don’t you want to invite me back to your place?” You murmur and tug playfully at the button just above his throat. Severus’ eyes darken. A muscle in his jaw jumps. Your cunt clenches around nothing. Needy, desperate, wanting.
He clears his throat and steps back. How the fuck does he still look put together? How can he manage to reign in that storm in his eyes so expertly, so fast and clean while you’re a panting, sweaty, needy mess after just a few damn kisses?
“You won’t like what I’d do then.” He says, voice heavy with what he leaves unsaid. You push yourself off the wall and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You trail a few chaste kisses up the side of his jaw and flick the tip of your tongue over his earlobe. Severus inhales sharply and flexes his hands again.
“I don’t break easy, Sev.” You whisper and press a kiss to his ear. “You should know that.” He takes another shuddering breath and just when you think you’ll have to deal with the aftermath of his kiss on your own while picturing him nestled between your thighs (once again), he pulls you against his chest and holds you in a bone-breaking grip. You feel the familiar pull of side-along apparition and in the next moment you smell the even more familiar, dusty scent of Severus’ house. The smell of books is new, added after Severus renovated the house enough to evict his father’s influences and put his own touch to it - namely by adding a shittone of books.
Severus doesn’t give you time to catch your breath. He grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs. You giggle and run to keep up with him. He practically kicks the door to his old room open (you know for a fact he has not even touched the door to his parents room since his father died) and crushes his lips against yours as soon as he pulls you over the threshold.
The burn marks from where Severus used to zap flies with his wand are still on the ceiling. The little pencil sketches you made near the baseboards are as well. He replaced his bed though. A brand new double which you are being steered towards now.
“Severus-” You moan against his lips and tear at the buttons of his new robes.
“Is this real?” He whispers back and leans his forehead against yours again, watching you struggle with his clothes. “I’ve pictured this so many times- thought about how I would feel to have you here- is this happening? Or am I sleeping?”
“It’s real.” You say, lips against his recently freed throat. “I’m here.”
“You’re here…”
“Severus-” You hesitate and pause your quest of revealing Severus’ body to your eyes. “I’ve never done this-” Suddenly you feel shaky and overwhelmed.
“Warren-?”
“Is full of shit. He lied- about all of it. Have you-” He nods, but there’s a distant expression in his eyes that tells you it’s not something he wants to talk about. Probably something he’s ashamed of. You know the kind of company Lucius, Mulciber, Rosier and the other’s like to keep and don’t pry further.
“I’ll trust you then.” You murmur and sit down on the bed, pulling Severus down with you.
“I’d never want to hurt you, Sunshine.” You kiss and between kisses scoot up the bed until your head is resting on the soft pillows and Severus’ lean body between your thighs. “I’ll take care of you.” He mutters against the corner of your mouth and kisses your cheek. “Such good care.” He trails down your jaw. “Like Black or Warren never fucking could.”
“I never wanted them.” You moan. Your body moves on its own, knowing precisely what you want and need even if your mind has yet to catch up. Your legs wrap around his hips, your back arches, pressing your breasts to his chest. You thread your fingers through his silky hair. “Only you.”
“Me?”
“Only you. Always you. Whenever I thought about it…when I pictured how it would feel while touching myself I only ever pictured you.”
“Oh sunshine-” He groans and rolls his hips against you.
“Sev-” Severus draws his wand and mutters a quick spell. Something curls in your stomach, it’s the weirdest sensation and for a second you are utterly confused, but then your gaze meets Severus’ and you understand. Contraception spell. You didn’t even think of that. Of course Severus did. You smile.
He mutters another charm and your clothes vanish. You squeak, blush and hide your face behind your hands.
You can hear the clanking of wood hitting wood as Severus tosses his wand onto the nightstand.
“You- fuck…” Cautiously you peek between your fingers. A faint pink tinge has spread over Severus’ cheeks and nose, down to his now fully exposed neck. He looks cute. Adorable. You take a deep breath and drop your hands. This is Severus. Your Severus. There is nothing to be afraid of with him. “You put to shame all great beauties of the comprehensive history of this world.” His words brush over your skin like a tender caress and make you shiver and burn with embarrassed heat at the same time.
“Severus-”
“It’s true. The old greek masters wish they would have had a model like you sit for their marmour statues. Such beauty has to be preserved for the ages - but you…you are just mine.”
“Who are you and what have you done to my stammering, cute, insecure Severus?” You tease. Severus’ eyes are still pinned to your breasts. He visibly snaps out of his thoughts and looks up to you. There he is. Flashing through his impossibly dark eyes for the flicker of a second before they return to the heavy gaze, consumed by carnal desire that has been ignored for too long and has now broken free with demanding force.
“He knows he’s about to find out how you feel.”
“Come and find out then.” You shoot him a challenging grin. Severus kisses you in response. He kisses you and settles more of his weight on you. His very much hard cock presses against your exposed cunt. You gasp and clutch at Severus.
“Shit- Severus- that won’t fit!”
“It will.”
“You sure?” He chuckles, his eyes lighting up with amusement like they do so rarely and you relax.
“I’m sure.” You trust him. You love him. You want him. He’ll take care of you.
You let him take control. Severus kisses you more. He seems determined to cover every inch of your body with all the confessions of his love he has missed out on. All the elapsed opportunities. All the kisses you could have shared if you both had had just a little more courage. But it doesn’t matter. You are here now. You are together in his bed, skin pressed against skin, breathing the same air, staring into each other’s eyes longingly while his hand slips between your thighs.
You’re soaked and whimper when his slender fingers gather your slickness, brushing your aching cunt with featherlight touches. He draws gentle, slow circles over your clit. Pressure and heat build in your belly and deep inside your cunt fast. You cling to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin without even noticing.
“I wondered so many times how you’d look…” He murmurs. His lips brush over yours as he speaks. His breath dances across your cheeks.
“...in the throes of pleasure.” Severus’ voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it. A smoky rumble that goes straight to your core.
He teases your entrance until you’re squirming and rolling your hips against his touch before finally plunging a finger inside you. “I wondered how you’d sound…how I would feel knowing it was me making you feel like that…” You give him the answer promptly. Moaning and whining, gasping for air.
“Sev!” You throw your head back and arch your back. The pressure keeps building and building, beyond anything you ever managed yourself. He adds a second finger and with it a delicious, stinging stretch. He curls his fingers and presses the heel of his palm to your clit. You squirm under Severus’ intense gaze that seems to look right through you, through your skin down to your very soul. He watches every flicker of pleasure and desperation he paints onto your face with utter, devoted, undisturbed attention to you and nothing else. Nothing else matters.
Severus knows you like no other. It feels right to share this with him as well.
He loves you.
You still can’t believe it.
“Sev!”
“Cum for me, sunshine. Cum on my fingers. I want to know- I’m done wondering. I want to know.” You do. Crying out and panting his name, thrashing about beneath him as waves upon waves of intense pleasure run havoc over you, but it’s fine. You can let go with Severus.
“I need you Sev- please-” You gasp even before your orgasm has released you from its clutches. “Please please please- Sev-” He groans.
“Fuck and I thought you sounded needy in my head.” Severus mutters and aligns himself with you. He takes his time, giving you time to adjust to his girth, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into your still spasming channel, forcing it to give way to him. He grunts and whispers praise, how tight you are, how good you feel for him, how well you’re taking him. You whimper and hold onto him, leaving red streaks across his back. Severus doesn’t even bat an eye at it.
He buries his head in the crook of your neck and savours your every sound, every twitch and throb of your cunt finally, finally gloved around him.
“Sunshine-”
“Severus…” More words aren’t needed. He rests there, deep inside you, his body pressed to your trembling smaller one, shielding you from the cold of his room and the world itself and you know there is a promise in there somewhere.
“I can’t believe it-” He murmurs and kisses your collarbone, down to your sternum. He kisses and licks, sucks, grazes your skin with his teeth. “You feel…incredible…you’re so good for me sunshine-” He kisses your breasts, flicks his tongue over your hardened nipples, licks broad strokes and teasingly closes his lips around them.
When Severus finally moves again he does so in slow, measured thrusts. He watches your expression with hidden wariness, watches your every reaction. He can’t hide from you though. He is waiting for you to regret this. To tell him to stop. He’s afraid of letting go, afraid of scaring you off, of losing you.
But he’ll never lose you.
You buck your hips and whine impatiently. “Come on Sev.” You whimper. “Fuck me like you really want to fuck me.”
“It’s your first time I will not-”
“It’s done, Sev. Bye bye virginity! That train of stupid little things society places far too much worth in has left the station indefinitely. Now fuck me.”
“Sun-”
“Severus Snape! Fuck. me. properly.” He groans. His eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fine.” Severus grunts and a rush of excitement pulses through your stomach and drenches his throbbing cock in more fluids. “I warned you.”
The bed creaks dangerously under his thrusts. His hips slap against yours with a wet, fleshy sound that drives you crazy.
“Oh fuck yes- yes- just like that- that’s-” You babble more nonsense, moaning and shredding Severus’ back with your nails. He fucks you mercilessly into the mattress, spearing you open with his cock with each hard thrust. Your entire body trembles under his thorough attention. Your cunt yields to him in wet, fluttering excitement. It cherishes the promise of soreness his thrusts leave behind.
Any attempt at grasping for and trying to hold onto one of the many thoughts rushing through your fuzzy, hazy mind is a fruitless endeavour.
“Fuck! Ahhh- so good…” Severus mutters against your collarbone and plunges his cock into your drenched cunt again before pulling out almost completely and driving back in with such force he knocks your head against the headboard. You both laugh.
“Sorry-”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” You weave your fingers through his hair and pull him down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. You gasp and moan into the kiss and drink up the way Severus continues to lose the iron grip on his emotions he had cultivated since graduation, revealing more and more of the love-starved, unapologetic, fierce man you know him as. The man that feels so freely, so intensely, so deeply that it hurts him so much.
Every thrust, every kiss, every exploring hand gliding over your sweaty skin, squeezing your breasts in testing, careful motions is a testament to how deep his feelings for you run and have been running for so long.
It breaks free of him in violent bursts and buries you beneath roaring pleasure.
Severus is not good with words.
But he will be damned if he doesn’t show you what he can’t figure out how to say.
“Severus-” You moan, joining the creaking bed and his grunts, the symphony of your love. This would not be a pretty, romantic, fairytale like love. You are both messy and broken in your own ways. It will be hard. It will take work and compassion and will seem impossible at moments, especially in the midst of a war, but Severus is worth it.
To you he is worth it.
He always was and will always be.
You whine in protest when Severus pulls out of you but before you have a chance to voice it otherwise or even glare at him, Severus flips you over.
“Put your hands on the headboard.” He rasps in your ear. You are shaking and struggle to keep yourself upright, but Severus’ arms around your waist stabilise you. You hold onto the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white. Severus is kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking, painting his marks onto you as if to say ‘I was here’ or maybe ‘back off’. Maybe both. Maybe more.
He fills you up again, reaching much deeper than before and you gasp at the unfamiliar, intense feeling.
“Your cunt clutches me so hard-” He grunts and bottoms out. “Sucks me in- all soaked and desperate.”
“Sev-”
“Hmm…yes. I’m here…” He sucks the delicate skin on your neck into his mouth and bites down gently, at which a loud, wanton moan breaks free of you and he bites down harder.
You meet his thrust with your hips, his cockhead hits a spot inside you it previously missed and you fall apart. His grip around your waist turns bruising and Severus pulls you back. Your grip around the headboard goes slack. You melt into his touch, twitching and shivering, whimpering, mind fuzzy with always new, higher, stronger, more intense levels of pleasure.
Severus holds you to his chest, your thighs on either side of his, useless, hands helplessly holding onto his arms, and moves your body up and down his hard shaft. Using you and the fluttering of your cunt as your orgasm continues to coarse through you. He grunts and bites your shoulder, harder than before and a particularly strong spasm shakes your body. You drop your head onto his shoulder, melting further against him.
“Again-” You rasp and present your neck to him. A grin flashes over Severus’ lips. Sweaty strands of hair stick to his forehead, his eyes are glazed over with hazy lust.
“My pleasure.” He coos, but instead of indulging you, he kisses you. One small, chaste peck after another. You squirm against his grip, claw at his arms, painting more red streaks on his pale skin.
“You never told me you got a tattoo-” You murmur. The sight of the jet black snake and skull on Severus’ left inner arm pulls your mind out of its haze and into a brief moment of clarity. Severus hesitates ever so slightly in his thorough, teasing attention he’s paying to your neck. Something about the tattoo unsettles you, though you can’t exactly decide why.
“Must have forgotten. It’s new.”
“Hmm…very metal.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why’d you get it then?”
“I thought I would.” Severus sucks on your neck and that plummets you back into mind-numbing, all-consuming, ecstatic pleasure.
“Maybe we should go to Dublin after.” Severus purrs in your ear. “Show Black all your pretty marks.”
“Idiot.” You giggle.
“I’m going to cum-”
“Cum inside me.”
“I don’t have to.”
“Please, Sev! Cum in me.” Severus pushes you forward and you fall face first into the mattress with a tiny outrages squeal. Severus laughs at you and grips your hips, adjusting them to sit flush with his own. He fucks you roughly into the pillows. You clutch at the sheets. Severus loses more and more of what little composure he still had. He mutters things you can’t make out.
His thrusts are accompanied with lewd, wet noises and the headboard hitting the wall.
“Severus!”
“I’ll fill you up ahh- with my cum- leave you dripping-”
“Yesyesyes-” He moves your hips with each thrust, pulling you back into him as he buries his cock inside you. His balls hit your sensitive cunt. His fingers dig into your skin, sure to be leaving bruises.
Severus cums with your name on his lips, tumbling over them in a low, reverent, lust-drenched prayer which you join with your own faint, desperate whimpers.
Feeling the hot spurts of cum hit your inner walls violently kicks you over the edge for the third time. Severus slumps above you, pressing his forehead to your back between your shoulder blades, panting and spent.
You stay like that for a while. Both of you trying to catch your breath, relishing in the buzzing glow of your aftershock and the feeling of each other’s love on your skin and warming you from the inside.
Gently Severus pulls his softening cock from you and lies down next to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.
“Sorry.” He murmurs in your hair and presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. “I hurt you.”
“I liked it.” You murmur back and place your hands against his chest, nuzzling your face to his neck. “Why did it take us so bloody long to finally do this?” He chuckles. He tugs a strand of messy hair behind your ear. You look up to meet his gaze. It’s heavy with emotions, a swirling storm of love and care and fear. You reach out to him in a futile attempt of soothing it. The pads of your fingers meet his cheek and he shudders under your touch, before leaning into it. His eyes fall closed and for a brief moment he looks at peace. Content. Home.
“I-” He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again. His brows pull together into a frown, a deep crease forming between them. His lips go white as he presses them together into a thin line. His jaw tenses. “I’ve made a terrible mistake-” His voice is hoarse from unshed tears and the effort of suppressing them. He loses. One escapes from between his closed lids and slides down his cheek, meeting your fingers. You wipe it away, but more follow.
“I’m trying to fix it- I am! But I-”
“It’s ok.” You whisper and press a tender kiss to his jaw.
So he did it…You had your suspicions, of course you did, but a part of you refused to believe Severus capable of those horrible acts committed by the Death Eaters. And you were right. The pain, regret and self-loathing is so evident in his face. He can’t bear to look at you.
“We’ll fix it. Together. It’ll be fine.”
You are there when the Aurors storm his house to arrest him. You were sitting on the threadbare sofa in his arms as he read to you.
You tell him not to resist, to not tell them anything.
You send an owl to Dumbledore.
You are at the trial, sitting on one of the benches. Severus looks miserable sitting in the middle of the courtroom, deep shadows under his eyes, a tremor in his wand hand. The chains of the chair are wrapped tightly around his arms. He avoids your eyes.
Dumbledore defends him passionately. Recounting Severus’ turning spy for him, reporting you-know-who’s steps to Dumbledore, how invaluable his intel had been. He recounts the dangers Severus was willing to face. He demands he is released. And he is. The Wizengamot clears him of all charges and you walk out of the Ministry with him, holding his still trembling hand in your own.
“Is this real?” He whispers and you bite the inside of your cheek to not start crying. You want to be strong for him.
“Yes.” You kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s real. You’re a free man. I’m here. I will always be here. We’ll figure this out.”
“Together?”
“Together. I love you, Severus.”
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
#severus snape#snape fandom#ao3 fanfic#severus snape smut#Severus Snape x reader#snape x reader#snape x you#request#dividers by cafekitsune
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— 02; bonfire
pairings; luke castellan x hephaestus!reader
warnings; smoking, SMUT, slight bondage, slight degrading, public sex, loss of virginity, raw sex (wrap your willy silly!!), rough sex, dom!luke, corruption kink if you squint, maybe, idfk atp, wrote this b4 my English speaking exam so it's shit.
summary; the weekly bonfire, a tradition for councillors like yourself, like luke, but this one, this one had a certain twist to it.
wordcount; 1.4k
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-> You walked down to the bonfire. You're brother Alex made you dress up for Luke. He could sniff something happening and usually, Alex was always correct about that.
You raised the low rise pants, the star imprints were different. Yet he wasn't overboard with the outfit, allowing you to wear white shirt instead of a tank like he originally planned.
You smiled as you found your way to the councillors bonfire, each week, you'd throw one and get wasted and high.
You plopped down beside the Apollo Councillor, smiling at her as you talked.
"Hey mender, wanna get outta here?" Luke said as he raised his hand for you to take, which you gladly accepted.
You walked to the lake, hand in hand as you walked down the path. "Wanna play a game? Like 20 questions?" Luke asked you as you gave him a confused glance.
"Why?" You asked the boy who shrugged.
"I don't know anything about you." Luke answered. You smiled and nodded as he smiled back. "Let's see, uh, what's you're favorite color?"
"Basic much." You joked as he laughed. You sat down on the dock, taking off your slippers as you dipped your legs into the water, Luke sat crossing his legs beside you as you looked at the stars. "Green."
"Green?" Luke asked as you nodded. He smiled before turning back to the sky. "Mine is red."
"Okay uh, have you ever left camp?" You asked the boy who shook his head. "Wait really?"
"I don't have a place to go back to." Luke looked at the planks, tracing the outlines as you looked away, placing a hand on his in an attempt of comfort.
"I go to my aunts sometimes, my mom she uh, she died from an illness." You muttered as Luke looked at you. You gave him a sad smile as he pulled out a cigarette box from his cargos. "Really Castellan?"
"Shut up, don't act like you don't smoke." Luke laughed as he placed the cigarette in his mouth, taking out his lighter but groaning when it doesn't light.
"Here. Let me." You said as you removed your legs from the water, shivering from the cold as you leaned in.
You snaped your fingers, a little flame exiting from your hand as you lit up the cigarette for him.
Your face close to his. His gaze steady onto your eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach as his breath hitched.
Once the cigarette lit up, you moved back to your original position. Luke exhaled the smoke, handing you the cigarette as you placed it into your mouth.
"Shit that's a nice one." You exhaled before handing it back, only for him to shake his head, taking out another one.
He took out his lighter, lighting up the cigarette before looking out to the stars, but your thoughts were confusing you.
He didn't correct you with his sword, his lighter is clearly working. It was almost as if he knew you'd light the cigarette for him, why was he acting this way.
"Hey Luke?" You called out as the boy turned to face you, a smile on his face as he inhaled the smoke, taking out the cigarette before answering.
"Yeah mender." He smiled as you crossed your legs, facing him as he did the same. "Whats up?"
"You're lighters working." You pointed out as Luke held onto it. He glanced at it, then back at you, clearly still confused.
"And what's the issue mender?" He asked before putting the cigarette back into his mouth, you put out yours, causing him to do the same as he stared at you, waiting for you to continue.
"You didn't correct me when I was making your sword, and you knew I'd light up your cigarette if your lighter randomly stopped working, didn't you?" You asked him as Luke bit the inside of his cheek.
Luke didn't even know how to respond. He knew what you were thinking. He leaned in, taking a second to watch your reaction.
You leaned in, intchung closer as you placed you hand onto his cheek. You're noses touching as his hands snakes around your waist.
Without warning, he pushed you onto the dock, knees on both sides of your thigh as he kissed you.
You let out a groan as he grabbed your arms, clutching onto your wrists as his lips hatched to your neck.
"Luke!" You breathed out as his hands found their way under your shirt.
"Mhm." He mumbled into your neck, kissing and biting the area. You let out a groan as you pushed him off, he had a hurt expression on his face as you sat up. "Sorry."
"No no it's just. I've never been with anyone, ever." You confessed as Luke raises his eyebrows at you, seemingly shocked by your confession.
"Really? Huh I gotta say I wasn't expecting that." Luke muttered as he stared at you, smiling, yet it wasn't a smile. It was a lustful grin at most.
You'd be lying if you didn't like Luke, everyone did.
Yet, he liked you. He chose you.
"Do you wanna?" Luke asked you, a grin plastered onto his face. You were nervous obviously, and all you could think about was someone finding you out here with him.
Luke would be lying if he said that didn't turn him on. He needed you, from the moment he saw you in your pony tail, working on a random Apollo kid's arrows and god, you were breathtaking.
"Okay." You whispered as he smirked. He gave you a grin, a grin that you interpreted as a 'I'm not gonna go soft on you' grin.
He pushed you onto your stomach, rasing up your hips as he smirked. His hand traced against the burn scars along your back, raising up your shirt as he kissed your back.
He slowly slid your pants down, you underwear falling along as he groaned at the sight.
You were pure, he could tell.
"God, mender you ready?" He asked you as he palmed through his cargos. You nodded your head, he kissed your back before unbuttoning his pants.
He pulled out his cock, precum spilling onto his fist as he gave himself a few jerks before lining up with you.
One swift movement, that was all it took for his to enter.
You let out moans and mewls at the unfamiliar feeling. You could hear Luke's groans as you clenched around him.
His hips started thrusting into you, not giving you time to adjust to his side as you let out moans, the sounds of his balls hitting your ass and completely obliterating you was too loud for you're liking.
But Luke was making you feel too good.
"Luke. Oh. Oh Luke right there." You moaned as you're eyes rolled to the back of your head. Tongue out as you couldn't think anymore, simply panting at the way he was completely destroying your insides.
"Oh god you're so tight, just my personal little cocksleeve huh." He whispered as he pounded into you. You moaned as he slapped your pussy, pulling put and flipping you over.
Your arousal dripped everywhere as he changed positions, entering you once more as he watched your tits bounce at his pace.
"Fuck you're perfect babe, made for me." Luke muttered as he drilled your sobbing cunt, fully disappearing in you.
Without a second thought, your back arched as you came. He groaned as he helped you through your high, pulling put and finishing onto your stomach as you let out loud moans.
He plopped down beside you, grinning as he looked at you. "Not bad for a virgin mender."
"Shut up Castellan." You laughed as you sat up with a strained moan. Biting your lip to forget your aching cunt as you slowly put your pants back on.
"Want me to kiss it better?" Luke joked as you widened your eyes at him. "No worries. I'll do it next time."
You smiled at his sentence. Next time. He wanted to see you again.
"It's getting late, cmon, I'll walk you to your cabin." He stood up, raising his hand for you to take it, which you gladly did as he wrapped his arm around you. "So tell me, what's your dream date huh."
"So now you're gonna take me out to dinner huh? What happened to doing that first."
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NSFW Alphabet - Severus Snape
Time for our favourite potions master.
(I think we all love Dom Severus, but I went with a bit of a different approach here, more like what I think he'd actually be like)
Enjoy! ;)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
You're usually the one taking care of him afterwards. But he likes to hold you tight and kiss lazily as you both come down off your high.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He doesn't particularly like anything about himself, but if he had to choose, he'd say his hands.
On you, it's your breasts. He loves how they feel, the softness, how you respond when he touches them. If you wear a fitted or low-cut shirt, he can be very easily distracted.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He accidentally saw a fantasy in your mind once. You were daydreaming about him being dominant with you, pulling you into the potions storeroom and having you against the wall.
He does find the thought of being dominant with you a turn on, but he's not confident enough yet to suggest it. One day.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He was a virgin before you. He knew the basics in theory, but in practice he's learning as he goes with you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You on top. His inexperience is mixed with insecurity and having you on top with plenty of physical contact and eye contact helps him feel more secure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's not a goofy person just in general, and with this even less. Sex is still a very intense experience for him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It's not something he'd ever concerned himself with. But since he's been with you, he's starting to indulge in more self-care.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sex with Severus is very intimate. It took a lot of trust and love to get to this point and that really shows with how you make love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you came into his life, he would every now and then just to take the edge off his stress. But now he thinks it an even more lonely thing to do. He'd much rather just wait until he can be with you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink. Outside of the bedroom, he’ll deny it entirely. But with you, when you tell him just how good he’s making you feel and how much you love him, he’s completely weak for it. He’s been denied words of love and encouragement for too long and from you he soaks up those words like a dry plant soaks up water.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
In bed. After he got more comfortable, sometimes in the bath or shower. You might start making out on the couch or something, but he'll want to move to the bed before you go all the way.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you stand up for him. Sirius Black made the mistake of insulting Severus in front of you, and you cast a spell at Black to turn him green with purple spots and told him if he can't control his flapping mouth, you'd spell a muzzle on him.
Sev started undoing the laces of your dress the moment you got home.
When you brush his hair back and kiss this particular spot behind his ear on the side of his neck, he turns to putty in your hands.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No public sex. And no student/teacher roll play, he just can't.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves receiving, and he's found he enjoys giving too. Having you sit on his face is something he particularly enjoys.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and gentle.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not something he's really into. A quick make out session, maybe. But you both prefer to actually take your time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Given his inexperience, pretty much everything is an experiment to him. He's actually pretty vanilla and happy with that. What he has with you now is more than he ever though he'd have. But if you suggest something, he's usually willing to try it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Once is usually it. Physically he could go more, but emotionally it can get overwhelming.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not toys per se, but when feeling adventurous, you have experimented with a few spells and magic concoctions.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
As he gets more comfortable with sex and intimacy, he’s become more of a tease and enjoys finding ways to get you worked up.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's pretty quiet. Gasps and moans and hard breathing.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Severus has issues about nudity, and it takes him a while to be comfortable with being fully naked around you. You worked on this bit by bit; foreplay while both fully clothed, letting him become familiar with your body first. The first time you had sex you were both still dressed. You always made sure he was comfortable and didn't push him for more than he could handle.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's big. Eight inches and nicely thick. (The bulge in his trousers does not lie. You know which scene I mean)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not high before, but the more your relationship progresses, the more his sex drive has started to increase.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sometimes he'll doze off fairly quickly, other times you may both be awake for half an hour or so cuddling and talking.
#Severus is dealing with being touch starved and traumatised#His whole life has been harsh#He needs soft gentle healing love#Sub Severus Snape#severus snape x reader#n s f w alphabet#severus snape#alan rickman
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[🌙] Stuck
In where Professor!reader and Snape are stuck in a closet
Warnings: smut (18+) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK., bad english and grammar, unprotected sex
Tags: F!Reader, Forced Proximity, French Kissing, Fluff in the first half, Snape Loves Tea, Petnames, Switch!Snape (Mostly Dom!), Professor!Reader, Oral (Male receiving), P in V Sex, Virgin Snape, Fingering
Author’s note: the way this idea flashed in my mind is incredible LMAO (do you put coffee in a tea-cup????)
Guide: (Y/N): your name, (L/N): last name, (H/C): hair color, (E/C): eye color, (S/N): subject name.
read on Ao3 — coming soon…
You’re a professor at Hogwarts, you teach (S/N). You’re actually a pretty good teacher, your bubbly and cheerful personality keeps the student hooked with the lesson and eager to learn more.
Unlike Snape, you’ve been friends with him since you two went to Hogwarts as children, not that he isn’t a good teacher. He is. It’s just that he’s way more cold and strict with the students, but that’s just because he cares about them..right?
You’re currently in the teachers lounge, which is simply a small library and a old empty closet in it, you always wondered what it was for, probably for Boggart studies. You shrug and turn back to the coffee you are brewing on the little stove and counter located up against an empty wall, the counter was filled with small tea-cups, coffee beans and tea bags. You pour the coffee in the small tea-cup you previously grabbed, steam coming out.
Suddenly the door swings open and a dark broad figure comes in, you slightly jump, almost spilling the coffee and snap you’re head towards the figure.
“Oh..Sev, it’s you!” You smile and take a sigh of relief.
“Obviously.” He says sarcastically walking towards the counter, next to you.
“You want some.” You smile warmly, indicating the coffee. He simply looks at you and shakes his head grabbing a bag of black tea, his favorite. “You know i hate coffee, (Y/N)” He starts to make tea.
You roll your eyes laughing a bit and taking a sip of the hot coffee in your hands. “Yes, yes, i know you do.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Oh, really?” He answers, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” You put the coffee down and look up at him.
“Prove it.” He smirks gently.
“Uhm..well i know you badly want to be a Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, but get constantly denied.” You smile.
He can’t help but chuckle darkly. “Well that isn’t fair, is it? It’s something i said to you.”
You sigh “Well..if you weren’t so mysterious all the time i would more know about you..”, you tease, tracing the rim of your tea-cup smirking and biting your bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” You turn to him, tilting your head slightly. “I mean..even the student say that about you, they say you’re dark and mean…” you trail off.
“And do you believe that?” He snaps his head towards yours.
“Huh?”
“Do you think i’m dark and mean, darling?” He says looking at you up and down, leaning against the counter. You feel your cheeks heat up when he calls you that, the word “darling” said in his deep tone with that perfect British accent made you feel a type a way. A type of way you haven’t felt since you were young.
You had a crush for Severus, though you never confessed because he only had eyes for Lily. Your best friend. You thought that with the years your feelings faded away, but you knew deep down you still felt butterflies in your stomach when Snape walked close to you or brushed his hand against your body.
You gulp “U-uhm..no.”
He smirked and turned back to his tea.
“Why’d you ask, Sev?”
“No reason.”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered like that, (Y/N)” He says before taking a sip of his coffee.
Your eyes widen as you look down and touch your cheeks; you’re burning hot, fuck! Professor Snape chuckles quietly as you look away.
“Thank you..” You mutter out. Before trying to change the subject, feeling yourself getting embarrassed.
“I-uh..what does that closet do? I mean, what is it used for..” You walk to the old dusty closet, Snape looks at you from behind. “Lessons, of course.”
“What kind, though?” You ask, inspecting the closet door, closing and opening it making creak sounds from how old it is. Snape sighs and slowly heads towards you, putting the tea away.
“I’m not sure..” He trails off. You hear his voice in your ear, he’s right behind you, you feel your back brush up against his front you blush more as you stumble in the closet. He quicker grabs your waist to prevent you from falling, stepping in the closet too. As soon as he does the closets door shut close and lock.
You break slowly from his grip around your waist, your bodies now completely close to eachother since the closet’s so small. You try to budge the doors open, nothing. You sigh and groan a bit, until giving up and sighing louder. “Fuck..”
“We’re stuck..” You whine.
Snape’s gaze adverts from your eyes to the closet doors as he uses a spell to try and open them; nothing, again.
“See, i told you!” You sigh defeatedly.
“Well. It won’t be long until the other Professors realize we’re missing. It’s almost dinner.”
“Severus, dinner is in 2 hours, until then?” You arch your eyebrows and pout, feeling like crying.
“Until then we just have to wait, can you do that, doll?”
You blush again, doll, really? Was he trying to make you blush. You cross your arms and turn to the side.
“No..i..im sorry.” You mutter.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“I just can’t..keep calm.”
“Ah, i suppose you’re claustrophobic, mh?”
“No, Sev. It’s not that, it’s..you.” You blush harder, and look at him. He looks confused, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow before realizing.
“I fucking want you, Severus.” You blurt out, grabbing the collar of his shirt pulling him closer and biting your bottom lip.
“Dear, i don’t think this is an appropriate time..” He mutters grabbing your hips.
“Please, Sev..i’ve been waiting my whole fucking life.” You whine. Severus suddenly smashes his lips on yours, leaning down and squeezing your hips. Your eyes widen before they slowly close, both of your tongues fighting for dominance, your eyebrows furrow and arch as his tongue finds his way into your mouth, exploring it fully.
You push yourself against the wall behind you and start to undress yourself, sliding off your skirt, then playing with the waist band of his pants, Snape breaks the kiss panting, both of your lips glossy and red from the encounter. He looks down at your hands fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He sweetly teases looking back at you. You nod smirking as his pants fall to his knees, revealing his black boxers, matching your black panties. You slip your finger across the waistband and pull them down too, his massive length springing out, tip already covered in pre-cum, making him groan quietly.
You lean down and gently lick his tip, making him shutter and moan your name. His hands flat on the wall in front of him as you get on your knees in front of him, staring at throbbing cock in front of you.
“You’re fuckin’ huge Sev..” you trail off, drooling a bit, making him groan more. “You’re a virgin, right?” He nods closing his eyes in anticipation. “See..i know you better than you think..” You smirk and lick his tip again, making him moan louder.
“(Y/N) fuck..” He looks down at you on your knees.
You start lapping down his cock, feeling every vein in your mouth and feeling it twitch from excitement, making you moan against it.
You start bobbing your head up and down his length, making him moan again and again.
“For Merlin’s sake..(Y/N)..” He puts a hand in your luscious (H/C) hair, pulling it and tangling in it gently as you bob your head faster, feeling tears in your eyes as his cock kept hitting your uvula and messing with your gag reflex.
“Y-Yes! Fuck..just like that, darling, s-shit..you feel amazing..” He throws his head back, thrusting in your mouth, making you gasp and hit against the wall behind you, tears start streaming down your face as he slows down only to thrust faster again, feeling himself come closer. You mutter and moan against his hardness, sucking on him, feeling your pussy clench and get wetter every sound he makes.
“A-ah..dear, i-i’m gonna come i-in your m-mouth..Fuck! I-is that..?” He trails off looking down at your pretty (E/C) eyes as you nod, wiping your tears gently before feeling his load fall down your throat with and orgasm, you swallow it and pull your mouth off his still hard penis, you stand up slowly.
“F-fuck me?” You ask panting.
“Absolutely..” He grabs your thighs and pushes you against the wall, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He moves the panties to the side, revealing your opening.
“Finger me first, baby..stretch me out..~” You say guiding his fingers on your soaked pussy.
“You’re absolutely soaked sweetheart..” He whispers, sliding two fingers in your clit making you moan his name. He pumps his fingers in and out of you in a slow paste before taking his fingers out and sliding them in your mouth.
“Like that, dear? Do you taste good?”
Your tongue swirls around his fingers and nod, he smirk and takes them out and back to your vulva, pumping in and out harder. You push your thighs together gently, making more friction as you gasp and moan. “S-Shit, Severus..deeper..” You beg as you guide his finger deeper into your vagina, he curls his fingers into you as you moan louder.
You feel yourself getting closer.
“Are you close, doll-face?” He asks
You nod the walls of your cunt closing against his big fingers.
“Go on, make a mess on my hand, love. Come on me.” He whispers and kisses your cheek.
You moan and with a louder orgasm you release on his hand, then shoving his fingers in your mouth again, making you taste yourself, he smirks in pleasure and plunges his cock into you with no warning. You gasp as he takes his fingers out and glides them to your thighs, holding you gently.
He chuckles quietly, his face next to yours as he started thrusting into your pussy, almost hitting your g-spot, you whine, bucking your hips to help him, he hits your sweet spot and starts thrusting faster.
You’re almost screaming.
“Honey, you’re so..tight..” He says, kissing your neck.
“So” Thrust “Fucking” Thrust “Small” Thrust “For” Thrust” “My” Thrust “Big” Thrust “Cock!”
He pants feeling you so close again you almost cry.
“Sev..close!!” You throw your head back to the wall behind you as he speeds up his thrusts more and more, your eyes roll at the back of your head. “Come again dear. Do it on my cock.” He says, pulling out another orgasm out of you, making you finish all over his dick, your cream dripping down on the floor of the closet, making a mess. He chuckled quietly.
“In or out sweetheart?” He asks, closer to his climax. “I-in please.” You whine as he comes in your vulva, painting it white cream, he takes out his cock from your small entrance, a bit of his cum dripping down on the floor, you giggle.
Suddenly you hear quick footsteps heading towards the closet, you both quickly get dressed.
A muttered spell can be heard from behind the closet doors, unlocking them. The person opens the doors.
“Merlin’s beard! You’re both okay.” Minerva said, “I heard sounds from the closet, it sounded like you two were in trouble.” You blush a bit.
“Uh..yeah, we were screaming for help..” You look at Snape, his cold expression making you shiver.
“Well now, let’s head to the Great Hall, it’s time for dinner.” Professor Mcgonagall says, walking towards the Great Hall, expecting you two to follow.
When you arrived there, Snape couldn’t help but sneak his hand under your skirt.
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GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!
Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.
It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.
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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag.
Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle.
Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot.
Still to come: castle invasion, locket retrieval, ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.
#dramione#draco malfoy#draco x hermione#hermione granger#hea#fanfiction#smut#dramione art#hurt/comfort
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Virgin Snape headcanon
NFSW - Snape x fem reader
Summary - imagine taking Snape's virginity
Snape would rather pitch himself off the roof of Hogwarts before making the first move with you, he'd imply that he'd want to sure but making the first move was completely out of the question, it'd ruin his reputation!
His feelings for you had grown over the time that you'd known each other and he'd even revealed some basic details about himself to you, which for Severus was extremely unusual but you'd opened up to him as well and he couldn't deny that you fascinated him
You're closness had prompted some confidence in him however and he happily made up excuses/plans to spend time with you that to his surprise lead to you taking the hint
As soon as you lean in for the first kiss he's all yours practically melting into a puddle at your feet, desperate for any attention your willing to give him
With some gentle and loving praise you manage to convince him you want his touch, gasping as his slender fingers finally come to rest bellow your breasts, while he would seem unfazed by the action to those who didn't know him you watched carfully as his pupils dilated and his breath began to come out as little pants while he shakily moved upwards to pinch experimentally at your nipples
Before you'd even kissed him he was hard but now with your eager advances his trousers were far far to tight and he absentmindedly grinded himself against you as he'd gradually begin to let down his guard
No longer able to stand the tension muffled pleadings would be whispered against your lips his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you began to undress him
He was insecure about his own body, in particular his scars and dark mark but the sight of you made him almost immediately forget all of his previous worries turning his attention to making sure he'd worshipped every inch of you
Then he ensured you were ready for him in every way he could possibly think of, his foggy, lust filled thoughts barely able to pass as coherent with his face pressed against your cunt and his slender fingers pumping inside of you
When it came to penetration his dark eyes silently pleaded you to show him what to do, having pity on him you'd helped line him up with your enterance whispering how well he was doing into his ear as you kissed along his neck
With him inside of you the potions master was surprisingly loud unable to stop crying out, feverishly bucking his hips against you as though in a trance
Severus was certain this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven and in that moment he was more than fine with that feeling your wet, warm walks wrapped tightly around his cock as he pounded into you
He didn't last long but his almost scientific foreplay beforehand where he studied your reaction to his touch had more than satisfied you with you lovingly guiding him the whole time, so to say you wanted to repeat the experience was an understatement
Breathing heavily Severus felt his eyes become slightly watery and had tried to turn away from you but you'd cupped his face gently kissing him deeply till he relaxed again, even allowing himself to nuzzle into your warm embrace where you fell asleep for the next few hours
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fumes <3
warnings: i accidentally made this smut oops
summary: you and snape enjoy quality time together, but what events will lead after you awake your usual slumber?
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the sound of the warm, crackling fire bouncing off the sensitive dungeon walls lulled you to sleep in the soft armchair you had claimed in the far corner of the potion masters study. often nights would end up like this, you dozing off in his quarters while he grades papers or mends his shop. not that either of you minded, in fact, it happened often enough it almost seemed like a routine between the two of you. something about having each others silent company gave you both just the boost you needed to go about your daily tasks, dealing with insufferable students.
severus meddled with some ingredients on his desk, watching you out of the corner of his eye. he couldn’t quite explain the feeling he felt when he looked at you. it wasn’t anger, no.. surely not. maybe happiness?? perhaps, in a way. nevertheless, he enjoyed always having the thought in the back of his mind that you were there and you cared. not just for anybody, but for him.
you begin to stir awake slowly as a curious aroma fills the dungeon. severus immediately notices your body twitching and becoming aware of your surroundings. your face contorts uncomfortably as you wriggle around in the small cushioned armchair, eventually giving up on comfort. you rub your eyes as you stand up and look around curiously, making your way to snapes desk. your face contorts again, only this time in disgust as the scent becomes more prominent the closer you get to him.
“sev, what’re you making that smells this awful?” you rub your temples as a small migraine begins to form.
“oh actually im making amortentia for tomorrows lesson.” his face drops and his eyes are filled with sorrow.
“oh” you say blankly.
the end
(JK LMFAO that just popped into my head when writing OKAY ANYWAY)
“i’m just cutting up some ingredients for tomorrows lesson, i apologize for waking you,” he looks up at you from his desk and gives a weak smile, his face was almost sad looking, but you knew he was trying to be sympathetic.
you smiled back, coming around his desk until you were directly behind his chair. “no worries, i was just wondering was all,” curiosity suddenly pulses through your veins, becoming rapidly more intrigued by the man in front of you.
“sev?”
he hummed softly in response, his heart stopping in his chest as he realizes how close you are to him.
“when will you be finished? i have something i want to ask you.” you toy with the sides of his chair, kneeling down slightly to rest your chin on his head.
he blinks erratically, his brain stopping for a moment. his anxiety almost bubbles out of him as he tries to maintain a stoic expression. “i have a few more to chop up, but i’m sure they can wait. what is it you have to ask me, ms y/l/n?” he swivels his chair to face you.
you inhale sharply, pondering your next move. you inch ever closer to him, practically sitting on his lap. “are you a virgin, severus?” it came out as nearly a whisper, but you can tell he heard you by the way his sharp features contorted, and his pale skin burned pink.
he blinks slowly, gathering his thoughts and emotions. his face quickly returns to looking unbothered before whispering back, “curious, are we ms y/l/n?” it had come out more cocky than he intended, but the way your face mirror his shocked expression made him decide it was worth it.
the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and you both felt it. no more words were spoken for another few seconds.
“i would-“ you began, but he had cut you off, grabbing the back of your head and smashing your lips together.
though in shock, you quickly gathered a rhythm. he kissed you passionately, hungrily, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment all night he was lmfao. you were now straddling him on his desk chair, slightly bucking your hips instinctively against his. this earned a low growl from him, which you swallowed with your own tiny whimpers.
seemingly hours pass before you separate for air, only connected by a single strand of saliva. you just gaze into each other eyes for a moment, enjoying each others intimate presence. his dark eyes move down to examine your body, seeming to just take in the situation at hand. he begins to breathe heavily, nervous. you rest your hands on his chest and give him a comforting look, reassuring him that everything is fine.
“we don’t have to-“
“no,” he cuts you off quickly, tensing up slightly as his hands gripping your waist firmly. he relaxes and his grip loosens a little. “i want to.”
you smile at one another again, only this time with a different intent. he snakes his hands around your waist as he stands up, making sure you don’t tumble to the ground. as your both standing you share another brief moment of intimacy as he slowly caresses your body, moving in such a way that one might think this was the last time you’d get to see one another.
you share another kiss, only this one more deep and lustful. his hands move up from your body and tangle themselves in your hair, pushing your head against his. your hands roam around his chest, beginning to unbutton his many layered cloak. he pulls back abruptly, grabbing your hands with one of his large ones.
all he does is cock his head to the side for a brief moment, giving you a daring look before he swiftly turns you around, bending you over his desk (after waving away his ingredients of course). he rests his body atop yours, his hot breathe intimidating your sensitive ear lobe. he bites down slightly, causing you to let out a small whimper.
“we really musn’t touch things without permission, ms y/l/n..” the words come out slurred and full of lust as he growls in your ear. he nibbles again before kissing down your shoulder, biting down and licking the mark before moving lower to your mid back.
he raises his body up, still holding your hips against his as he grinds slightly. you feel his large bulge prod and tease you through his thick trousers, causing you to become impossibly more wet at the feeling.
“severus, please… i’m so wet” you whined and begged, trying to move your hands down to help him undress since he seemed to be taking his time, but one of his large hands was still caging your wrists in place above your head, preventing any movement.
it took everything in him to keep his composure, to make sure he didn’t just fuck you senseless within the second you had moaned his name. he sharply inhaled as he inspected your cunt through your panties, indeed very wet.
he tutted slowly, using a spell to keep your hands binded in place as he moved both of his down to slowly remove your panties. “all this and i haven’t even touched you yet, hm? your such a dirty girl, ms y/l/n.”
his velvety voice alone could’ve made you cum on the spot, as well as the feeling of your panties being dragged agonizingly slowly down your legs, finally dropping to the floor. he folds your skirt up all the way, presenting yourself completely at his disposure.
you moan loudly as you feel an unexpected heat on your inner thigh. he licked and teased as he bit love bites into your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. finally, after ages of teasing, he licked a bold stripe along your soaking pussy. he sucked and licked your clit as his fingers fondled your quivering entrance. he pushes one, two, three fingers in and begins pumping at a steady pace while continuing his oral work, making sure to collect all your juices.
he continued to eat you out like a starved man until you begged and whined for him to let you release. he took your poor clit between his teeth and sucked, flicking his tongue quickly over the sensitive bud. “cum for me, darling. coat my face with your cum.”
you lose yourself to his words, orgasming strongly all over his face and fingers. he pulled his digits out of your cunt and you heard him suck on them in his mouth, pulling them out with a pop.
he wiped your glistening juices off of his chin before flipping you around to face him, eyeing you dangerously. he sucked and kissed your collarbone, leaving traces of himself all along your body.
before you could go any further, a loud knock came from the dungeon entrance. both of you tensed, quickly turning to face the door. severus looked down at you hesitantly before standing upright, adjusting his attire and combing his hair with his fingers.
“who is it?” his tone was obviously annoyed, more annoyed than usual. the person on the other side did not reply right away, probably intimidated by his booming voice at such an hour like this.
“it is me sir, harry.” the voice was weary, nervous for what snape would say next.
he grumbled, clearly agitated as he made his way to the door muttering “what could he possibly need during this hour.” he opened the door and went out, making sure to not let potter see you still spread on his desk, unable to move because of the binding charms set.
you hear him taking 10 points from gryffendor, making you giggle softly at his mood swings. not much time had passed before he finally came back in, looking more annoyed than when he left. he comes back to his desk, examining you one last time before removing the charms on your body, sighing evidently.
“i’m sorry, my love. we can continue this another night, perhaps tomorrow when i’ll be able to fully pleasure you most.” he seems embarrassed as you get dressed again, looking down in shame.
once you’re finished, you hold his face in your hands, kissing him softly. “don’t worry, severus. i wouldn’t want you to feel as if you have to force yourself upon this. whenever you’re ready, i’ll be waiting for you.” you offer him a small smile, content with how he seems to cheer up slightly at the reassurance.
he kisses you softly one last time before picking you up bridal style, escorting you both to his sleeping chambers. you both cuddle up to each other, just enjoying each others simple presence yet again as your mind aimlessly wanders, lulling you back into your deep sleep.
severus smiles to himself before kissing the top of your head softly and tightening his grip slightly. he rests his head atop yours, allowing his mind to wander until he too is lulled to sleep.
and there you both lay, enjoying the feeling of each other embrace until it is time to awake again, beginning a new day filled with stress and teaching and children. but at least you have each other to look forward too.
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a/n: me after avoiding writing real smut ✌️✌️✌️ SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2???? i’m not very confident in my smut writing abilities which is why i cut it off, but if you wanna see it i’ll write it since i really should utilize my sudden motivation. (this isn’t really proofread so if it’s bad or if there’s any mistakes my apologies) also help the title is so stupid, but i made the title before writing it cus i thought it was cute so just go with it.
#smut#severus snape smut#severus snape imagines#severus snape x reader#snape imagines#snape smut#severus snape fluff#severus x reader#snape#severus snape#harry potter#harry potter smut#not s f w 💀
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first time || n.l.
warnings: smut!
neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.
but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.
neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.
every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.
and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.
and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.
worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.
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“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”
this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.
y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?
“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.
“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”
“what?”
neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.
“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.
a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?
a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.
“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”
after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.
“what?” neville squeezed out.
“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”
neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.
“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”
“a what, love?”
neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.
“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.
it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.
“y/n?”
“yeah, baby?”
“could you… maybe stay?”
#harry potter#neville longbottom#neville longbottom x reader#neville longbottom fluff#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#neville longbottom fic#neville longbottom imagine#writing#neville longbottom smut
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Bottom!Snape Snarry Recs
If you're craving Snarry fics featuring bottom!Snape....I have just the list for you!
Disclaimer: all rec lists are based on my personal experiences and preferences. This is not the be all end all of rec lists and we all have our own tastes. All opinions are mine and mine alone.
An Evening Adrift
by alhaz_red. Rated: E. Words: 4,966. Dirty talk. Canon divergence.
Severus and Harry keep themselves occupied during a lull in the War.
Imperio
by asharie (@ashariewrites). Rated: E. Words: 2,308. Dubious consent. Hogwarts 8th year.
Strictly speaking, Severus had asked for this. He just was never any good at giving up control.
Close Encounters
by @bleedcolor & @likelightinglass. Rated: E. Words: 35,494. Awkward romance. Accidental bonding. Hurt/comfort. Praise kink. Anonymous sex.
Years after the war, Harry Potter and Severus Snape meet and fall in lust, then love.
Too bad they don’t know who they’ve fallen for.
A Light in the Silence, a Voice in the Dark
by Cayce_Morris. Rated: E. Words: 76,153. Brief non-con. Underage (17).
Severus lives, just barely. Now what’s going on between him and Harry is too shocking for words. Everyone around Harry fears he’s lost his mind, but could there be more to this situation than meets the eye?
Lover Boy at Play
by danpuff. Rated: E. Words: 4,448. Parseltongue kink. Virginity loss. Voyeurism. Harry/others. Angst with a happy ending.
The sex is bad. Yet Severus wants.
The Tumtum Tree
by eldritcher. Rated: E. Words: 4,039. Impotence.
Harry figures out a thing or two.
Leo Season
by Ephemeral (@fleetingdesires) & JacksWild. Rated: E. Words: 2,215. Established relationship. Crack. Quickies. Dirty talk. Orgasm denial. Mentions of switching.
Severus and Harry test a lust potion. It works too well.
Two horny men be doing what they do.
Unnatural Desires
by IvvyMoon. Rated: E. Words: 13,385. Parseltongue kink. Magical accidents. Mild dub-con.
Written for the prompt: Harry has some kind of accident and can only speak in Parseltongue, which drives Snape mad with desire. Can be taken seriously or as crack, with Snape jumping Harry every time he says something.
Hunger
by JoyousRapture. Rated: E. Words: 2,431.
Severus didn’t know what to think. He’d intended to bed the boy, certainly, but it had never occurred to him that he’d be the one on all fours with a cock shoved deep in an arse that he’d never known might be hungry for it.
Finding Freedom
by Leela. Rated: E. Words: 1,997.
Having Potter in his mind left Snape feeling wide-open and vulnerable, but held to the earth by the weight of Potter's body, he finally felt free.
What Ever Would an Honest Hero Do?
by neymovirne. Rated: E. Words: 8,000. Romance. Humor. Fluff & smut. Light angst. Getting together.
Harry must slay a dragon to save his prince.
Warm
by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Rated: E. Words: 11,323. Established relationship. Rimming. Mentions of switching (Snape usually tops).
Severus still suffers the after-effects of Nagini's venom, especially in winter. Harry knows just how to warm him up.
Sheer Dumb Luck
by rexluscus. Rated: E. Words: 7,842. Captivity. Torture. Voyeurism. Humiliation. Somnophilia. Legilimency.
For once, Harry and Voldemort want the same thing, and they want it from Snape.
Magic Words
by Serpenscript. Rated: E. Words: 1,863. Fluff & humor. Orgasm denial. Cock rings. Make up sex.
Severus is a bastard at times, but Harry knows how to make him say the magic words. A drabble that grew too long to be called a drabble, prompt was "Does that hurt?"
In Perpetuity
by starcrossedgirl. Rated: E. Words: 11,830. BDSM. Hurt/comfort. Character study.
Some stories in life repeat in the same old patterns. Until they change.
Folie à Deux
by thesewarmstars. Rated: E. Words: 7,783. Christmas. Meet the family. Homophobia.
My Snarry Holidays 2009 gift for torino10154. Basically, I took Torino’s prompt of ‘meeting the family’ and ran with it.
made to be broken
by theshopislocal. Rated: E. Words: 10,334. Established relationship. Mild dub-con. Sexual dysfunction. PTSD.
For all Severus is softer, warmer with Harry than he is otherwise, he’s still a prickly bugger and notably maladjusted, with strange, almost inexplicable habits that Harry is only now beginning to truly understand.
In hindsight, Harry wonders how he hadn’t seen it before.
Whispers of Intent
by tiranog. Rated: E. Words: 30,213.
Auror Harry Potter has a life changing encounter at a bar.
Fly by Night
by twisting_vine_x. Rated: E. Words: 2,647.
It was one too many dark nights, one too many nightmares. One too many meetings in the late hours, with neither of them wanting to be alone. One too many moments of weakness, and it’s somehow gotten them here, with Severus pressed up against the wall of his chambers and Potter sucking a bruise into the side of his neck.
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Draco Malfoy x F!Reader
First Time?
Word count: 2.4k
Includes— Loss of Virginity, Blow jobs, Fingering, Hair pulling.
On Ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/48644014
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Brewing your antidote for common poisons potion was a simple task, even if you boyfriend—Draco Malfoy—of one year was standing directly beside you working on his own version it was a fairy simple task. You have always excelled at potions and one as simple as this was no big issue.
Your potions fade from a dark blue navy color to vibrant teal, at that moment you knew your potion was finished.
"Professor Slughorn!" You say from across the room.
His head turns you, "Yes? Ms. [Last Name]?"
"I have finished my potion sir."
He smiles, "Brilliant! Place it when cooled and bottled on my desk." He states before turning back to the Gryffindor student he was helping.
Draco nudges your shoulder, "Good job, princess." He smirks then returns to his potion.
Around 5 minutes pass and you bottle your cooled potion, after placing it on Professor Slughorn's desk you stride back to your desk beside Draco.
"Need any help with that, Dray?" You ask, looking at his potion that was a sky blue, way off from the goal color. He nods.
You begin to help your boyfriend with his potion, explaining to him what he did wrong and how he can recover the brew before class ends. Upon fixing the potion the Hufflepuff boy beside him knocks his arm, causing the entire bottle of powdered unicorn horn to fall into the brew—you quickly move Draco out of the way as the brew explodes. Once the potion has settled down your clothes are slightly burnt and a total mess.
"Merlin- Are you alright, love?" He asks, taking a small rag and wiping the soot of your face. You nod but he examines your face anyway.
"Alright.." Draco says before turning to the Hufflepuff boy and glaring at him. He demands an apology for ruining his brew and your clothes, the Hufflepuff—obviously scared of the Malfoy—apologizes for both reasons. Draco then turns back to you.
"Are you certain you're alright?" He asks, clearly concern.
You giggle a bit before coughing up a bit more smoke and nodding.
"Yes, just a bit..." You look down to your white—now stained with soot clothes before finishing your sentence. "A bit messy..."
He chuckles, "We'll clean up in the dorm?" He says, placing his larger Slytherin robe on your smaller figure.
"But we still have class-" Before you could finish your sentence Professor Slughorn interrupts you.
"You two may leave, Ms. [Last Name] I'll have your potion graded by tonight, Mr. Malfoy you can return at the end of the day to begin a new batch?" He offers with a smile.
"No credit will be taken off for the mistake."
He was much nicer than Professor Snape.
"Yes, thank you, Professor." You say before grabbing your bag then your boyfriends hand and leaving the potions classroom.
On the walk back to the Slytherin dorms you can't help but notice Draco seems anxious, so you speak.
"Are you alright, Dray?" You ask, now concern for him.
He nods. "I'm just worried, are you sure you aren't injured? Even just a bit?" His eyebrows furrowed, still completely nervous for your well-being.
You giggle a bit before nodding, finally he understands that you're completely fine and instead—just a bit messy.
Eventually the two of you reach the Slytherin dorms, even if you were in the dungeons to begin with it took a while to get there. Walking in you and Draco head to the girls side of the dorm then to your small room inside of the dormitory.
"Would you like me to leave? For privacy?" Draco asks once inside of the smaller dorm room.
You shake your head no, walking to your large standing dresser, it was black with a small Slytherin symbol on the side of it—it truly matched you.
"Are you certain?" He asks again.
"Yes, Draco, I'm positive." You look over your shoulder to smile at him, he's standing awkwardly by the door.
"I promise I don't bite, love." You giggle then go back to searching for another white dress shirt—along with a new Slytherin tie, skirt, and robe. You groan, not finding any.
"Something wrong, princess?" He asks.
"I have no other shirts, Dray." You frown at your empty dresser.
"You could wear one of mine?" He suggests.
You ponder for a moment before speaking.
"Alright."
He nods then the two of you make your way to the boy's side of the Slytherin dormitory. Once there Draco leads you to his dresser—the same design as yours was—pulling out a white dress shirt and handing it to you. You smile then begin to take off your filthy tie, once that is off you strip off the stained black white shirt, then you move to your tights, and then, finally your dark green and black plaid skirt. When removing your clothes you can't help but feel your boyfriends gaze, when you glance towards him you see his eyes filled with pure lust. He notices your eyes and instantly looks away, his cheeks now flushed.
"Sorry" he mutters, his gaze completely locked on the hard wood floor.
You giggle then move closer to him, tilting his head up with your finger cupping his jaw.
"Don't worry about it, Dray." You smirk.
You notice his cheeks are a deep red now, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your breasts that are held in a dark green lace bra.
"You're very beautiful like this, my love..." He says, staring at your eyes—his cheeks completely flushed as he stutters over his words.
"Why thank you." You say, still smirking. An idea then comes to you. Before speaking you watch as his eyes scan your body from head to toe.
"My love."
His eyes snap back up to meet yours.
"Yes?" He asks, still flustered.
Without another word you tilt his head up a bit more before pecking his lips, but that small kiss soon fades into a deep and passionate one. Your hands meet his pecs and you push him back onto his bed—breaking the kiss.
"[First Name]? What are you planning?" He asks a bit nervously but you hear a hint of excitement, and you see it too as you look as his bulge.
You don't say anything as you move to straddle him.
"Princess, what are you doing?" He asks as his hands practically fly to your hips.
"I'm sure you know." You say teasingly as you rock against him, you feel him grow larger.
"Wait- Princess..."
You stop your movements and go to slide off him when he stops you.
"I.. It would be my first time."
You smile and kiss him,
"It'd be mine as well, love."
You see him smile then he flips your positions.
"Then... let's continue?" He smirks, now pinning you to the bed with one hand.
With those words you begin to feel a sudden rush of wetness at your core.
You nod—truly eager for him.
He nods in return before using his free hand to trail down your already stripped body.
"So beautiful..." He mutters before connecting his lips to your neck.
He's kissed you there before, but never for sex—it excited you even more. He moves his kisses to your jawline then to under your ear, nibbling and marking your neck in deep red and purple love bites—practically littering your neck with hickeys. While he continues to mark your jaw and other bits his hand begins to trail down your neck to your breasts, wrapping his hand around your back he unclasps the lace bra and throws it somewhere behind him.
The cold air hits your nipples and they become hard little nubs, he uses his index and middle finger to begin toying with them. Whimpers pass your lips and his smirks widens.
"You like that, princess? Well prepare for more." He says before pinching your left nipple—drawing a loud moan from your throat, he smirks and does the same exact thing to your right side.
Draco continues to play with your nipples as he marks your neck—now becoming more dominant with his bites, leaving marks of his teeth ingrained on your soft skin. You can tell he's much more comfortable with the situation now.
"I want to feel you." You says, pleading as you try to move your hands from his own.
"Later, princess." He says then holds onto your wrists tighter—his grip now firm and unbreakable.
He then releases your nipple and begins to trail his hand from the hard nub down to your lower half.
"Mind if I take these off" Draco asks, his deep tone husky and alluring as he motions to the dark green panties that were matching with your bra. You nod and lift your hips, he hooks his index finger in the waistline then throws them off of your legs—they land somewhere by your bra—at least they're together.
You are snapped out of your thoughts as you feel his middle finger stroke your clit. You moan and look at his eyes, his gaze filled with the same lust as before.
He smirks from your reaction the rubs again, it was nothing like when you touch yourself—it was so much more intimate.
More moans are drawn from your throat as he moves his finger to your folds, inserting a finger into your tight cunt. He then begins to slide it in and out.
"You like that, princess?" He asks, clearly amused by your sounds.
Knowing your words would betray you-you simply nod. But at that he withdraws his finger.
"I need words, baby, or I won't continue."
He's such a tease.
"Yes! Please, I need more..." You plea.
"More? Are you sure you can take two of my fingers, princess?" He teases.
"Dray!" You whine. "I can take it, please!" You beg.
He grins before obliging, he thrusts two of his fingers into your folds before quickening his pace, curling his fingers inside of you to withdraw loud whimpers and other sounds from your throat. You try to wiggle your hands out of his tight hold but you fail—more moans flood out of your mouth as he inserts a third finger, now scissoring your wet cunt.
"Draco!" You moan loudly as you feel your climax approaching, but before it does he slides his fingers out of your pussy.
"Why did you-"
He cuts you off, "I can't have you cum without me, princess."
You whine but nod, he releases your wrists and speaks again.
"Strip me, [First Name]."
You do as told instantly, your hands fly to his tie, pulling him closer for a kiss while your hands remove his tie, you then unbutton his white dress shirt—luckily his robe is already off—you then move your hands to his belt, quickly undoing the buckles and sliding out of his black dress pants. Once the belt is gone you unzip the pants and slide then down, revealing his grey boxers that have been soaked with his pre-cum. You smirk up at him while he stands at the edge of the bed.
You have another idea.
Quickly you slide his briefs down, his large and hard cock throbbing before you.
"Princess-" You cut him off while kissing him, your hand pumping his leaking dick. He moans into the kiss, moving his hand to your hair and grasping it tightly to deepen the kiss. Biting on his lower lip he opens his mouth—your tongues now colliding in a wet, sloppy kiss. Breaking away from the kiss you hand doesn't stop stroking him, even when you stand.
"Sit on the bed, Draco." You demand, your tone lustful.
He nods and sits, once he has sat you sink to your knees before him and then you begin to pump his bulging cock again, drawing deep moans from Draco. You then bring your lips to his inner thighs, kissing and nibbling on them before pecking the tip of his erect cock.
"Be gentle, princess..." He moans, his hands clutching onto the sheets as you take the head of his penis into your warm mouth, you then flick your tongue over the slit of his cock—drawing more pre-cum into your mouth—you swallow it before taking him in deeper. His entire 6-inch now lodged into your throat as you moan around him.
"You're feel so good, love..." He whimpers then moves his hands to your scalp, holding onto your hair tightly as your nose hits his crotch area.
You then begin to bob your head.
"P-Princess..." He whimpers. "I'm close..." You smirk and remove your lips from his cock.
"Why did you-"
"I can't have you cum without me, Dray." You mock.
He chuckles then moves his hands under your armpits, throwing you onto the mattress and then moving over you again, his heads resting by your head.
"Are you ready for me, my love?"
You nod,
"Yes, Draco.."
With those two words he angles his cock at your entrance before slamming into you, his entire cock thrusted into your wet cunt. You moan loudly, he does at the same time. He then begins to move slowly, letting you adjust to the size.
"Go.. faster..." You say in between whimpers.
He nods and quickens his thrusts into your pussy, moaning with each pound.
"You take me so well, princess..." He groans then continues to propelling into you, hitting your cervix with every push.
"So close, can you take it."
"Inside, please..." You beg, wanting to feel his release deep inside of you.
He nods and continues to ram into you, his pace as quick as he could go—slamming into your cunt one final time before he cums, your pussy now filled with his seed. He notices your release hasn't come yet and he continues to ride through his orgasm.
"Draco!" You shout as your cunt squirts—your release arriving.
He smiles, sliding out of you—you can feel his cum on your thighs as it leaks from your pussy.
"You were so good for me, princess." He kisses your temple, laying beside you on his dorm bed—wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.
You nod and rest against him, completely spent. Your eyes begin to flutter shut.
"Sleep, my love. You did amazing..." He kisses your forehead as you drift off into sleep.
He soon does the same, the two of you intertwined on his bed after you shared your first time together.
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