I’m Ly (she/her), cap sun / taurus moon, leo rising. I’ll probably never upload consistently (bc my job just be throwing me wherever tf they want to on the schedule) but you’ll get a lil somethin’ somethin’ here and there.
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- first of all, and I mean ALL my content is 18+. Idc if it’s fluff, soft content, dni with it at all if you’re a minor. I check profiles too so don’t play slick.
- that being said, I will be writing darker themes and content on here as well (if it’s not listed in my request rules it’s probably fair game). There will be warnings but it still must be said bc I enjoy writing darker content.
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Summary: After years of growing up feeling unattractive in her sisters' shadows, (Y/n) is made aware of how beautiful she actually is.
A/N: I didn't proof read this and I have not written in months so if it's a flop, it's a flop
Warnings: Astarion is a bit OOC here but shh lemme imagine
All her life, (Y/n) had been ashamed of her looks. Growing up in an elven kingdom, with six other sisters, it was obvious she never compared to them. At balls and galas, she watched from the sidelines as some of the most handsome men she had ever seen bowed before her sisters, whisking them away for a dance on the floor. Those rare times when she was afforded a chance with a suitor, it was almost always cut short by one of her sisters becoming free for another dance. It hurt her deeply, knowing she was the fallback choice every time.
When she was taken upon the mindflayer ship, although it was mostly a tragic thing to happen (given the parasite wriggling around in her mind) for the first time, she felt peace. She was away from the palace that had become like a jail overtime. There were no servants to overhear comparing her to her siblings, no balls she was forced to perform at. She could truly just be herself for the first time in a very long time.
In a situation as bad as the one they were currently in, things were almost perfect. She was a leader, using all the teachings her mother had bestowed on her to navigate situations to the best of her ability, managing to avoid fights when possible. She had companions, friends even by her side to fight when necessary. Friends who felt comfortable enough to discuss their problems, their stories, and their past. But there was always a sinking feeling of guilt she held in her stomach for one reason: Not a single one of them knew what she looked like.
Everywhere she went, (Y/n) always kept a stone mask on her face. Whether she was in battle, or preparing to end the night at camp she kept her mask on without fail. She’d eat her meals alone in her tent and only bathe once everyone had fallen asleep for the night. Her insecurities with her appearance ran so deep that she feared if anyone were to see her, they’d treat her differently. All they could see were her (e/c) eyes through the holes in the mask.
Tonight was a celebratory night. Everyone sat around the campfire, laughing and getting along. Whether it was the excellent meal Gale had prepared or the expensive wine they managed to steal from Cazador’s mansion after he was slain, spirits were high. Everyone was having a delightful time with each other. Everyone but her.
(Y/n) moved the fabric of her tent back a bit to see things more clearly, a smile hidden from the world behind the marble on her face. Her eyes were fixated on her heart’s desire, a certain undead elf who looked happier than she had seen him in ages. The crinkles by the side of his mouth as he laughed, clearly inebriated quite a bit, his defenses down. It was a rare sight to see. He looked radiant, beautiful even. She quickly pulled the ties on her tent, darkness surrounding her.
It was stupid to even let herself dream, to let herself think she could ever be with him. He had been alive for centuries, bedded many people and with his newfound freedom, he was pleased to be with whoever he wanted, go wherever he wanted. She was lucky that he even chose to stay by her side for as long as he had, that she was the one he opened up to. After hearing of his past, the horrors he had been through, the scars on his body that would be a constant reminder of it, she found herself harbouring affection for him. It was a small thing that had grown to be more overtime.
Many nights, when neither of them could sleep, the pair found themselves sitting up with one another, watching the sky till the sun rose. She’d observe him in awe, a silent worship as he’d stand shirtless, allowing himself to feel the sun on his skin, a luxury he hadn’t been afforded in at least a hundred years. Most of these nights were spent wordless and in many ways, they weren’t needed. They had an unspoken connection, one that she found herself always wishing to be more than what it was. Yet, she couldn’t get over that fear. The fear if she was to remove her mask, that he’d see her face and be repulsed. The thought alone was enough to keep her from trying to advance their friendship into something more. She was fortunate he’d even afford her that.
Turning away from the front of her tent, she pulled at the ribbons allowing the cool stone to fall in her lap. Her hands reached up, massaging the stiff muscles of her face, stretching open her sore jaw. Her shoulders drooped, finally being able to relax. Her stomach lurched, protesting at her loudly for the lack of food she had afforded herself until now. Reaching for her cutlery, she began to cut into the pork, letting out a moan of approval at the taste of it. The woman was more than glad she had splurged at the market for the more expensive ingredients for once.
“You know, it’s quite bothersome that-” without thinking, her head whipped around to look at Astarion just in time to watch his crimson eyes grow wide in shock. His mouth hung open slightly, and that was the last she saw before turning around, ducking her face down into her lap. Hot tears sprung from her eyes. If she thought there was even a sliver of a chance before, there was no way in hell there was now. He had seen her face. It would be just like it was with the others back home.
“Get out! Go away now, please…” she pleaded desperately, scooting further into her tent. She heard the sound of the fabric swooshing closed but not a pair of footsteps along with it. Her bedroll made a crinkling sound with the added weight of another, a cold hand delicately placed on her shoulder. Through the cracks of her arm she could see her mask placed next to her on the right side of her body. “You’ve seen me, just go ahead and say it. Tell me how repulsive I am, that I’m unsightly.” she sniffled, sitting up with her hands covering her face.
The sound of laughter caused her to peek through her fingers, just in time to see Astarion wipe a faux tear from his face. “That truly can’t be the reason you’ve been hidden behind that mask all these months, right? You- you think you’re grotesque?” he laughed out, his eyes opening in time to see the woman drop her hands, tears in her eyes. His demeanor quickly changed to a more serious one. “Dear gods, you’re being serious, aren’t you?” Their eyes locked on one another for a moment before she quickly looked back at her lap.
“Back in my kingdom, I was the ugliest one of my six sisters. Their beauty was otherworldly, even for elves. I was constantly looked over for years of my life. They always tried to comfort me, to tell me my time would come, but it never did. I spent most of my life like a forgotten doll on a shelf.” she confessed, picking at the skin around her nail beds anxiously.
“Well, I hate to say this, my dear, but you’ve been living a lie.” He spoke earnestly, gripping her chin to look up at him. His expression was soft, adoring even. A barely noticeable smile graced his face. “You are simply divine. It’s funny, even before seeing your face, I still found myself drawn to you. At first, I simply thought it was because there was something to gain here but after time, mainly those late nights we shared, I felt my motivations change. You set me free. Even though I was cruel and wicked to you, even when I pushed you away, you still risked your life to save mine.” his voice was raspy as he choked on his words, shifting his gaze away for a moment to collect himself. (Y/n) placed her hand over his own, squeezing it gently. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before pulling back. “The point I am trying to make here is that I cared for you already before you took that dreadful mask off, but now? Now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stay away. You should have rid of that thing ages ago. I…Iwant to be with you, if you’ll have me.”
(Y/n) smiled, her tears of sorrow now replaced with ones of a positive stream of overwhelming emotions. “I’d be honored. You have no idea how I’ve yearned for you to be mine, for me to be yours. We both have a lot of issues to work through but I know we can do so, together.” leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Astarion froze, the foreign soft touch catching him off guard. He hesitated for a moment before awkwardly wrapping his around her delicate frame.
“I hope you do know that I will be holding it over everyone’s head that I got to see you first! Even though it was an accident.”
Notes: ✨And so comes the end of kinkmas✨ I am so freaking glad this is over in the way of I made this difficult on myself and it was funny. But also because I DONT HAVE MY PHONE ANYMORE so I’m not able to you know research things…..ain’t no way I’m googling certain things on this loaner phone
Carlisle watches you from across the room. You’re standing next to Bella, your face turned to the wall as you push your body into it, trying to stifle your giggles. She was supposed to be watching out for you, but instead of keeping an eye on your anxiety levels, she’d just decided to pump you full of champagne, eggnog, and whatever else was on those little trays floating around.
He’s just about to come over when you turn around, your back against the wall, your cheeks flushed. You make direct eye contact with him, and if he had one his heart would be beating out of his chest. You narrow your eyes seductively, biting the edge of your lip and he looks at the floor, chuckling to himself before he starts to walk over, he barely makes it three steps before someone stops him to talk.
Unfortunately, that was how it had been all night. You’d stayed by his side as long as you could, but eventually, he let you go to roam around and stop listening to all of his incredibly boring conversations.
He’s talking to Dr. Teagarden when he feels your hands sliding around his sides and splaying across his torso. He puts his hands over yours as he continues talking, acting like you’re not even there. He feels you lay your head against his back and he smiles a little, rubbing the backs of your hands soothingly while he discusses god knows what because he certainly forgot as soon as you came over.
Dr. Teagarden- John, is asking him about some blood compatibility when suddenly your hands start to creep up further, smoothing over the front of his expensive shirt and his broad chest. He smacks his hands over yours before you can squeeze his pecs and pulls your arm to bring you around front.
“Hello Bambi,” He says, cupping your face, your skin is so hot against his cool hands and you lean into his touch, smiling at the pet name for a moment.
“Hi” you purr seductively, Carlisle can tell from that look in your eye you’ve definitely had a bit too much. Edward passes by, his voice for Carlisle only.
“At least she’s still standing”
You put your chin against his chest, your arms going around his waist as you look up at him. Your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, it makes him smile a little, the way you cling to him innocently.
Or as innocently as you possibly can. He can feel the tension rolling off you in waves and it makes him shift a bit more against you.
“Can we go home?”
Edward has taken John’s attention and now Carlisle’s is completely on you. He runs his hands over your hair, the coldness a welcoming touch to your heated skin. He leans down, kissing your neck softly and inhaling slowly. He feels you shudder underneath him and he smirks.
“Home huh?”
“Before anyone else gets there” You whisper, standing on your toes and kissing his jaw. He pulls you away from him, keeping you at arm's length before picking you up, you squeal and he kisses your cheek.
“Edward? Please let everyone know I’m taking Y/N home”
The look on his face is priceless as he stares at you, staring at Carlisle. He gags a little and waves him off
“Yeah…okay. I’ll make sure I call you first when we’re on our way home”
“That would probably be best.”
“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” You say quietly as you trace the shell of his ear, you’d completely thrown all road safety out of the window as you climbed into his lap as soon as he started driving. He wraps his arm tightly around you, kissing your neck as he steers with one hand, your hands roam over his chest desperately, unbuttoning his shirt as you go. Your fingertips ghost over his hard chest and you squirm a little, rocking yourself on his hardening cock.
“You keep that up and we’re not going to make it home”
“Maybe I don’t want to make it home”
“Y/N” He growls as he finally pulls away from your warmth, looking at the road “I’m not getting in that backseat with you”
You frown and look away from him, your insides simmering to the point of boiling.
“Fine, I’ll go by myself”
“What? What does that-“
You pull up from his lap, climbing awkwardly over the seats and falling into the back he snickers at your little “I’m okay” and turns his attention back to the road.
“You know… we’re almost home anyway honey, and you should get into bed”
You ignore him completely and lay across the backseat, pulling your dress up around your hips
“I’ve had a lifetime of learning patience Y/N, I’m not going to break”
“Sure I believe you, but you haven’t had a lifetime of me Carlisle Cullen”
You wrangle off your thong, getting it caught in your heels for a second before tossing it into the front seat, he catches them and you grin as you hear him inhale.
“That was supposed to be a surprise…but I suppose not anymore”
“You could have waited until we got home to surprise me”
“You could have gotten in the backseat with me” you sass back as you spread your legs. Your fingers slip between your sticky folds so easily, you moan softly, teasing your clit with slow circles as your back arches off the seat.
“O-oh Carlisle” You whisper, pulling your legs up to your chest as you slide your fingers into your dripping hole. The noise is sinfully good as you curl your fingers upward, your thighs shaking as you whimper.
“They don’t reach as far as yours do” You mumble, your lashes wet as you turn your head toward the front seat, making your voice as sugary and small as possible.
“They don’t feel as cool and smooth as yours”
The car comes to a sudden stop and you’re nearly flung off the seat. You squeal and hold your hands out as you hear the car door slam. Before you can even right yourself, Carlisle is doing it for you. He pulls your hip back and slams you into the seat.
“I thought you had patience!”
“You were right, I’ve never had you”
“What if we get caught!?”
He tosses your heels up front and you stop, staring at his smooth muscles as he pulls his jacket off and folds it up, putting it under your head.
“Look around”
You sit up and look around as he takes his tie off and sets it over the back of the seat. You’re somewhere in the woods and you’re not sure when you got there or how you got there but you know no one will hear you. You start to giggle and he smirks, pulling you back down on the seat and helping you out of your dress.
“You were planning this weren’t you?”
“Maybe” He grins as he takes your body in, soft and warm and plush, he feels his cock twitch as you bite the tip of your finger and open your legs for him, displaying your body to him.
“I’ve been dreaming about you inside me all night,” You say breathily “Feeling your thick cock stretching me out”
He takes his time, unbuckling his belt and rolling it carefully, watching the subtle tremors in your body. His eyes focus on the way your tight hole clenches around nothing with each flex of his arms. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down slowly, revealing his rock-hard cock to you. You lick your lips as you stare at the tip, coated in precum. He strokes it a couple times, enjoying the way you’re practically drooling over him.
“You look pretty when you're desperate, Bambi"
He presses his lips to yours, whether to kiss you as passionately as he is now or to shut you up, you don’t really care. His hands roam your curves possessively, there’s a certain measured carefulness in the way he does it, hundreds of years of learning his strength you suppose.
His lips trail kisses down your blazing skin, his cool hands cupping your breasts.
“You’re such a fucking tease”
You giggle deliriously at his words, the way he growls them in your ear like he’s finally had enough of your sass. His hands grip you tighter, bruising your skin as he wraps his fingers around your hips and grinds into you. You gasp and smack your head against the seat, opening your legs more for him as you feel his cock sliding between your folds.
He listens to you whining and whimpering, rolling your hips against him and trying to get what you want but he doesn’t give in easily, holding you down in place.
“Now who needs to learn patience?”
“Please?” you bat your eyelashes, wet with fake little tears as you look up at him.
“Please what?”
“Please Doctor Cullen” you purr, tilting your head at him and he groans, sinking his cock into you as far as he can. Your toes curl and you arch your back as he sets a bruising pace. The car rocks with the force of each thrust as you brace yourself against the seats, and the windows start to fog from your hot body.
“C-Carlisle” You moan his name as he grabs your hips, lifting you up higher to slam into that spot that makes you see stars, your hand slaps against the window as he fucks you senseless. He’s not even breaking a sweat as he uses your body like a toy, moving you up and down his cock.
“Is this what you wanted Bambi? You wanted me to ravage you? Destroy this perfect little pussy for anyone else? This isn’t very gentlemanly of me you know”
Your head bounces as you try to nod along with his words, making little squeaking noises with each sharp thrust, you can already feel the harsh bruises in your skin.
He leans forward, his body pressing into yours as he kisses your neck, you feel his fangs drag across your arteries and he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Oh… you like that? Don’t you? You think I can’t feel the way it excites you?” You feel his arm hook around your waist, keeping you in place on his cock as his hand comes up to wrap around your throat.
“You like having your life in my hands don’t you?” He squeezes tightly and you immediately see stars, your pussy clenching around his cock tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm, he lets go enough just so you can gasp for air as he keeps pounding into you, filling you with his seed. He pushes into you fully, his cock grinding into your pussy as he leaves every last drop inside you.
Your body shudders shaking in his arms as he turns you both, lying underneath you as you snuggle into his chest. He strokes your hair soothingly, whispering to you.
“You were such a good girl for me, taking everything I gave you” His fingers trail over the light bruises on your neck and he sighs.
“I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away”
“Are you kidding me?” You mumble, kissing him softly “That was the best part”
He smiles and cups your cheek, watching you lean into his touch
“I don’t know, I think my favorite part was watching the way you fell apart when I fucked your cute little brains out”
You blush and swat his chest as you lay your head back down, closing your eyes.
You’re drifting off when you hear the phone ring. Carlisle fishes it from his pocket on the floor and answers it. You can hear Edward on the other side.
“Hey we’re on our way home”
“That’s fine. We’re not there yet”
“…..Okay, whatever that means”
“It means you’re going to have to pick us up”
“What why??”
That wakes you up and you sit up curiously, looking around again. You couldn’t be out of gas? Carlisle had filled it before the party… maybe you had a flat-
Oh.
The steering wheel is in pieces on the passenger seat. He did have patience.
It means so much to me to see such diversity options in a game. I've never been able to have hair like mine or such a rich, darker skintone in a game. I didn't make her look like me but she does have some touches! I'm in love
Summary: After a long day, Severus Snape returns to his lodging to find an unexpected, but always welcomed visitor.
A/N: I didn't proof read this and I do not care to! <3
Warnings: Master / Pet Dynamic, dacryphilia (if you squint), unprotected sex, use of the term "Sir", use of the pet name "pet", slight degredation, age gap, marriage
THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI
From the time he had woken up that morning, Severus knew his day was going to be dreadful. He’d woken up late and missed breakfast (which was usually just a black coffee for him), a young boy in second year had his potion go so wrong that all the windows in his classroom were shattered, and he had spent the last few hours staring down said boy as he cleaned the rain that had come through due to his absolute idiocy.
His cloak appeared as if it had a mind of his own as he hurried through the corridors, desperate to return to his quarters for the night. He wanted nothing more than to take out his hidden stash of Brandy and curl up with a good book. Normally he wouldn’t resort to drinking his problems. However, it was friday and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to spend his weekend how he wished.
Slamming open the door, he sighed in relief before hanging his cloak on a small hook next to it. The man went to step forward but paused, mouth slightly agape at the sight in front of him. His girl, his lovely girl was before him on her hands and knees. Her back had a silver tray on top, ribbon tied around her torso to keep it in place. On top of the tray was a warm plate of alfredo, a nice tender chicken breast on the side of it and next to the plate, a glass of Brandy with a spherical ice cube. Somehow, that wasn’t the thing that had him the most excited (despite his lack of meals for the day). She wore a green lace bodysuit with matching garters, her thigh high socks digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
“What have we here, hm?” he purred out, a hint of curiosity in his tone. The sound of his shoes creaked on the floorboards as he began to walk around her, admiring his lover. Even as his fingers slid across the supple skin of her ass, her form remained perfectly still.
Although it wasn’t uncommon for her to come up to the castle to visit him, usually she’d send an owl first. And, on top of that, she never would partake in the role she assumed at home. At Hogwarts, she was known the potion master’s wife. A pretty young thing who had to be off her rocker to fall in love with an old, bitter man like himself. But at home, she was his pet. His perfect darling who wore her collar with pride, always on her knees in the most precise nadu position by the door, waiting to greet him with a smile. That was her truest self, a reserved and needy little pet who he loved to tend to in every way.
As he stood at her front once more he snapped and like always, she tilted her head up to look at him. Severus felt his pants begin to grow tight. It had been months since he’d seen her face it and still had the same effect on him. Her bright and wide (e/c) eyes filled with love and adoration. The sticky pink lip gloss that always coated her pouty lips. She was truly a vision.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair. She leaned up into his touch, releasing a shaky breath from his contact before opening her eyes once more to look up at him.
“I had a vision that you were going to have a bad day. I just wanted to be there for you, Sir. A-and I really missed you.” she responded in her soft spoken tone. Severus could feel his heart being tugged on by an nonexistent set of hands. He was truly lucky to be with someone as kind and as caring as her.
“Ah yes, your extraordinary gift of sight. The feeling is mutual, my pretty girl. After a day like I had, there’s no one I’d rather see than you. Only you can lift my spirits in the way you do.” his eyes softened as he spoke to her, moving his hand down to stroke at her cheekbone with his thumb. He began to walk towards the couch on the other side of the room, the sound of the bell around her neck indicating that she was following behind him.
He sat down, watching as the girl made his way towards him. She moved with such grace that the plate on her back stayed centered, not moving an inch. Once she was in front of her, he carefully unstrapped it from her back, setting it on the table in front of them before pulling her to sit in his lap sideways. Severus moved his nose to her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her vanilla perfume. He placed a soft kiss there, tightening his arms around her waist. He chuckled at the soft goosebumps that appeared over her body, moving one of his hands to caress the exposed area of her upper leg.
Reaching a hand up, (Y/n) began to massage his scalp, dragging her fingers through his raven locks. He let out a soft groan, lifting his head to look at her face. “Perhaps we should pause a moment before this petting grows to be a bit heavier. I wouldn’t want this lovely meal you made to go to waste.” he teased. She giggled some, nodding in agreement before stealing a quick kiss. Keeping one hand steady on her waist, Severus leaned forward to gather a bit of pasta and chicken on his fork before holding it to her lips. It was tradition that he always let her have the first bite, his own subtle way of letting her know that he’d always put her needs first. She happily opened her mouth, chewing on the food happily.
“Not to toot my own horn but that is bloody delicious!” she moaned out, licking a bit of the cream from her lips. Severus smiled some, reaching to swipe a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth. His eyes locked with hers as he licked it from his thumb and the way she clenched her thighs did not go unnoticed by him.
The pair continued to share the meal, (Y/n) doing the bulk of the talking which he never minded. With her, even the most simple of stories always filled him with delight. She had a way of making almost anything sound interesting.
“And then, I accidentally drank my paint water instead of my coffee! Can you believe that?” she huffed out, her brows scrunching slightly as she recalled the events from earlier. Severus chuckled, moving her hair from her face.
“I could believe anything from you.” he responded, his sudden closeness causing the warmth of his breath to be felt upon her lips. Her face was warm to the touch, a tell tale sign of the effects the brandy they had shared was having on her. Gently gripping her chin, their lips connected in a slow and passionate kiss. The small whimper from the girl was more than enough confirmation that her need for him was just as strong as his was for her.
Giving a quick squeeze to her rear, Severus lifted his pet up, his lips not leaving hers for a moment as he began carrying her the small distance to his bedroom. Her hands pawed at him hungrily, only stilling to settle into his ravenette locks, tugging at them gently. A growl left him as he tossed her gently onto the bed, pulling back to observe his lover. Her lips were swollen and bruised, a light sheen of sweat bringing a glow to her skin. She was truly a vision. He wrapped his hands around her neck, placing a ghost of a kiss to the no longer glossy petals of her face.
“Oh, how I’ve longed to kiss those supple lips.” he said, kneeling in front of her as he trailed his hands along the curvature of her waist and hips. (Y/n) let out a gasp as he suddenly pulled the lower half of her body forward, his face aligned with the hole in the crotch of her bodysuit. “These lips too.” Before she could react, his tongue licked a fat strip along her pussy, lips suctioning onto her sensitive clit.
Her hands secured themselves onto the thick quilt, fingers digging into the soft fabric as Severus devoured her cunt with feverish intent. His thick digits slid into her hole with ease with assistance from the mess of slick that had accumulated. The feeling of his wedding ring sliding along her walls provided an unexpected pleasant sensation. A chorus of moans fell from her lips, the upper half of her body jolting from the bed as the tips of his fingers began to prod at her spot. His mouth alternating between licking firm and slow licks on her clit and sucking it gently was causing that familiar feeling to build in the pit of her stomach.
“Oh, Sir! Si-sir, may I- can I cum?” She pleaded in a broken tone. Severus lifted his face, a mix of arousal and saliva coating the lower half of it.
“Go ahead, pet. Make a mess all over my hand, you messy little girl.” he purred out. Her legs began to shake, fingers practically tearing holes in the quilt as she came. Her body thrashed around wildly, warm cream drooling past Severus’s fingers and onto the bed as he continued his motions, his dark eyes locked on her as she came undone. As the twitches in her body slowly died down, he removed his fingers, sucking the filth from them. His eyes rolled back as he let out a low groan from the sweet and musky taste.
Unzipping his fly, he removed himself from his pants, his large frame hovering over her smaller one as he aligned himself with her hole. Her heat radiated off of him in a tantalizing way, like a siren beckoning a sailor towards her. Slowly, he began to enter her inch by inch, enjoying the way her walls stretched to accommodate him. From above her, he watched her face, adoring her expression. The tears streaming down her face, the small whimpers leaving her pouty lips. Leaning down, he licked at her tears, relishing their salty taste.
Once fully situated, He grabbed her hands, placing soft kisses to her wrist before pinning them above her head. Pulling his hips back, he snapped forward, her body jolting from the sheer force. “You feel just devine, pet. I simply just can’t get enough of your pretty cunt.” He rasped out. Often times when the two would fuck, he’d simply just stare at her face. And this time was no different. As his hips started at a slow but bruising pace, their eyes were locked on each other. Whines and profanities slipped from her lips, her eyes glossed over with bliss as he continued to fuck her passionately.
As his hips began to stutter, he released her hands, giving her unspoken permission to touch. (Y/n) moved her hands up to his hair, as his own settled around her neck, pushing her further into the bed. His thrust grew sloppy and rushed as he chased his own rush, head thrown back in pleasure. A deep growl rose from the back of his throat, his cock buried deep inside her as he came, hands tightening around her neck. (Y/n) began to tighten around him, the feeling of his warm seed filling her up and big hands bringing her to the precipice of passing out was more than enough to bring her to another release.
Severus fell on top of his lover before quickly moving her to rest on top of him. His right arm cradled her head against his chest as the other stroked at her back in a soothing manner in attempts to calm her breathing. As she slowly came to, she began pressing soft kisses to his collarbone causing a soft smile to grace his face.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, loosening the hold on her head. She looked up at him, still panting with a large grin on her face.
“Alright is an understatement. I feel fucking fantastic!”
