Kinktober Day 9:
Sex Pollen with Severus Snape
notes: i'm still determined to write all of these. famous last words.
Warnings: sex pollen/aphrodisiac shenanigans, pinv sex.
Perhaps he was getting too comfortable brewing on autopilot. Perhaps his technique was starting to deteriorate.
Or perhaps he just needed to get some bloody sleep.
Those were all thoughts that flitted briefly through Severus's mind as he heard the clink of a glass phial tumbling over and rolling across the table, leaving a trail of deep purple powder in its wake.
"Fuck," he muttered, seeing a lilac haze starting to rise above the powder, filling his laboratory with a deep, familiar scent.
The lilac haze reeked of sex; of sweat soaked skin; of your cunt, the way it lingered on his lips after he brought you to completion with his tongue (and, often, nose).
"Fuck," he said again, as arousal hit him like a brick wall. He inhaled deeply despite himself, his nostrils flaring; that lilac haze was sweeter than oxygen at this point. He gripped onto the edge of the workbench, his knuckles turning white. It seemed that every single blood cell in his system was rushing south.
“Sev?” You called out. “You alright? I heard a crash,”
“YN, don’t come-”
It was too late; you had stepped foot into the lab, and within seconds you let out a groan as you inhaled the same purple haze. “What the hell is that? Amortentia?”
“No,” Severus said with a groan. “I knocked over a phial… the pollen dust of this plant is a particularly potent aphrodisiac- fuck,” he said, knees buckling.
You hurry to his side, steadying him. “Are you okay?” You murmured, feeling the heat of his skin through his robes. “You’re burning up…”
“I’m fine,” he gritted out. “Just… very aroused,”
A pink flush was spreading across his cheeks, and he was breathing heavily, almost panting. “It’ll wear off eventually,” he said lowly, his hand twitching towards his straining trousers to palm himself, before they stilled, grasping his thigh instead.
“Maybe we could make it wear of faster,” you suggested, stepping closer. By now the aphrodisiac pollen had worked its way into your system, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs.
Severus Snape had never looked so delicious.
He gritted his teeth. “We could relieve some of the tension,” he said, and when you reached up to press your lips to his he groaned lowly into your mouth. “Not here,” he said lowly. “Or we’ll never be able to stop,”
“That doesn’t sound such a bad thing,” you moaned, chasing his retreating lips, pawing at the front of his robes.
He laughed darkly before grasping your wrists. He could feel your pulse racing beneath your skin. He practically dragged you to the bedroom, but you were all to eager to run and keep up. Once the bedroom door was kicked shut, you were on each other, your kiss a sloppy tangle of tongues and clashing teeth. “Too many fucking buttons,” you groaned into is mouth. “Wand, use your wand for Merlin’s sake,”
With a few flicks of his wand, you were both bare; neither of you had the patience for manually undressing one another tonight. His long fingers grasped every inch of you he could find, kneading the globes of your arse roughly as he practically rutted against your thigh. “Bend over,” he grunted, teeth scraping against your throat.
You didn’t need telling twice. You scrambled to your hands and knees, legs spread wide. He grunted at the sight of your slick cunt, practically dripping from the effects of the lilac haze. “I won’t even need to stretch you out,” he groaned, dipping down to lick a stripe from your clit to your arsehole.
Moaning, you arched your back. “Don’t tease,” you gasped. “Just fuck me-”
Your squeak of surprise as he rammed into you melted into a shuddering moan. That delicious stretching sensation always made you gasp for breath, but with everything so heightened, the feeling consumed you. Severus was faring no better, his knees almost buckling as your soaked heat wrapped around him like a vice. “Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth.
His had a tight hold of your hips as he set a brutal pace, the sound of your skin slapping and the lewd squelch of your coupling filling the room. Your elbows gave out beneath you and you pitched forward onto the mattress, and you felt Severus’s body leaning closer, his cock hitting deeper as he planted his foot on the mattress next to him.
Release came in minutes, though it felt like hours with how utterly desperate that lilac haze had made the pair of you, and when you came, you drenched his cock, shuddering and screaming his name. He pounded his release into you, filling you to the brim with a strangled cry.
Panting, sweating, trembling, he eased the two of you onto your sides, still inside you. “Did it work,” you mumbled, wriggling your hips slightly, feeling his cum seeping out of you.
He grunted, his face pressed into your hair. “I think so,” he murmured, arms coming around you. “I apologise for my carelessness,” he added
You smiled weakly, pressing back into him. “Don’t apologise,” you mumbled. “It was very good sex… maybe you could play around with that pollen… lower dose… heightened sensations…”
He smiled crookedly, kissing your shoulder, rubbing your tummy gently. “Hmmm,” he said, about to muse about the ways he could incorporate those qualities into something akin to those blue tablets some muggles took… but when he peered over at your face, he saw you fast asleep, thoroughly worn out. He drew you closer, a satisfied smile toying at his lips.
