Snape isn't someone who has sex a lot, but when he does, he goes all out.
He will do anything and everything to make sure you're satisfied. He will touch you, go down on you, fuck you however you ask him to. He will go as fast or as slow as you want him to. He will be as rough or as gentle as you want him to. If you want him to eat your cum, he will slurp that shit up like it's his last meal.
That's not to say that he can't be dominant. Once he realizes that his voice, his hands, his nose, and any other feature of him are enough to turn you on, he will use them to his advantage. He doesn't quite understand why you find those parts of him sexy, but he can't complain. When he's in a dom mood, he will remain fully clothed even if you are stripped completely. He will talk slowly and softly in his silky voice to make sure you are feeling good.
Once you finish, he will take such good care of you. He will bring you comfortable, clean clothes and food and water because sex with him really is a workout. He will also give you as much time as you need to shower or bathe and will gladly join you if you ask him to. If he was really rough, he would feel really bad, even if that's exactly what you wanted.
He realizes that sexy times with you are really special and won't ever take them (or you) for granted.
omg a request for a one shot!! imagine being lionel shabandar’s main competitor in business and y'all met at a painting auction and getting drunk and he fucked you senseless in his hotel room
Not Too Shabby
Smut, just straight-up smut (18+)
Pairing: Lionel Shabandar x Reader
Warnings: nsfw, degradation (name-calling), age gap
Word count: 2796
A/N: Okay so I might have actually lost it writing this one. Lemme know what you think lol.
Sipping on your whiskey, you were seated at the bar, waiting for the auction to begin. Your hair was gently pulled back into a low, messy bun, with a few loose strands framing your face. You wore a maroon pantsuit, showing off the top of your black, lace bralette under the blazer, as you casually leaned against the counter.
You shut your eyes as you rolled them, as the fourth person in the past half hour approached you. You were just about ready to say that you weren't interested when the person spoke, a small smirk appearing on your lips instead.
"[Y/N]. I see you've found the bar already." The person mused.
"Well, I need something to deal with the headache that comes with having to shoo men away over and over again..." you said, turning to face the man, "Shabby."
As your eyes met his, he raised an eyebrow at the sound of the familiar nickname. He took a seat and you eyed his outfit. He wore a deep red blazer, himself, and it looked great on him.
"Trying to match me, are we?" You teased.
"Please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
"I don't need to do that, darling. That's what you're here for," you bit back with a wink.
You were blessed with yet another eye-roll for that comment. You chuckled softly as you took another sip.
"So, which one will you be going after?" He asked.
"I have my eyes on the 'Pendant portraits' by Rembrandt, but don't worry, I'll make sure to chase after whatever you have your eyes on as well," you said, giving him a cheeky grin. "The 'Impression, Sunrise', I presume?"
He rolled his eyes at you as he scoffed, turning to call the bartender, but you didn't miss the smirk he was trying to fight. Lionel Shabandar was a very successful businessman, media tycoon, and art collector. He ruled the industry. Well, until you showed up, at least. In the last three years, you'd grown enough to give Lionel tough competition and had managed to snag some of his clients. Needless to say, you were his biggest rival.
However, unlike his other competitors, Lionel didn't dislike you. No, he was rather fond of you, actually. Not only were you witty and fun to banter with, but also someone who he butt heads with in the industry. The biggest bonus though was that you were an art collector, just like him, which meant that he kept running into you at events like this one.
You talked business for a while, which basically meant that you made snarky remarks in good fun, till the auction started, and you were to take your seats. Walking into the room, you took a seat at a table and Lionel joined you, sitting across from you, facing you. As people began bidding, you showed no interest until the painting you had your eyes on was up.
Though multiple people had their eyes on the piece of art, you won, having bid $180 million, and left everyone shocked. Since Lionel had recently taken an interest in impressionism, he did not participate.
However, when the time came for Lionel to bid, you gave him a run for his money. The whole room fell silent as the bids bounced back and forth between the two of you. Starting at $30 million, Lionel was the first to bid and you outbid him almost instantly. Within the first minute, anyone else interested had dropped out, realising they stood no chance against the two of you. Eventually, Lionel bid a whopping $250 million after your bid of 200. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow at you, and his eyes said it all. 'Your move, darling,' you could almost hear the arrogance in his voice even though he hadn't spoken.
Dropping every single jaw in the room, you announced, "$350 million."
Even Lionel stared at you with a stupefied look, trying to comprehend what you had just done. As the auctioneer called for another bid, Lionel was about to speak up but his breath hitched at the feeling of your bare foot riding up his leg. He widened his eyes at you, causing you to chuckle under your breath. Pressing along his thigh, you stopped at his crotch, gently applying pressure to the small bulge that was forming. He visibly gulped and you took it a step further, stroking him between your toes. Hissing at the sensation, he shut his eyes and you smirked as the man finished announcing, "...going twice, sold! To no. 37, that is, Ms. [L/N]!"
Lionel's eyes snapped open upon hearing that, making him completely aware of his surroundings again. He shot a glare your way as you withdrew your leg, giving him an amused smile. He narrowed his eyes at you and you pouted. Thankfully, that was the last piece, allowing you to get up and leave, Lionel following you closely.
"That wasn't fair, sweetheart," he said.
You turned to face him as you approached the door. "No hard feelings, Shabby," you mused. "Besides, this isn't the first time you've lost an auction. Why so sour?" You teased, turning to exit. He pushed the door shut with one hand, pinning you in between the two. "That wasn't what I was talking about, darling," he said as he moved closer, and you could feel his clothed member pressing into you.
You turned around and placed a hand on his chest, tugging at the collar of his suit jacket, "I take responsibility for my actions. Now, are we going to your hotel room or mine?"
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked at your words. He moved away, opening the door for you. You walked out and the two of you were immediately swarmed by a few paparazzi. The cameras flashed as they clicked pictures and asked you, "How does it feel to be on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list, Ms. [L/N]?"
Lionel leaned in, whispering to you. "I didn't know you made Forbes' list."
"Sure you didn't," you teased, and with a subtle roll of his eyes, he said, "I guess congratulations are in order."
"Don't feel too bad, Shabby. You would've made it too if you weren't so..." you paused, subtly side-eyeing him with a playful smile. "Old," you said.
Placing his hand on the small of your back, he said, "More often than not, my dear, age equals experience." The warmth from where his hand was spread all through you and you could feel yourself getting excited. Neither of you had looked away from the cameras, leaving the paparazzi none-the-wiser about your little exchange.
"No matter, though. You're about to learn that tonight," he said suggestively, and you finally looked away from the cameras, turning to face him with raised eyebrows. A smirk was plastered on his face and his usually hazel eyes seemed darker, clouded with lust.
With his hand still on your back, he ushered you through the crowd and into his limo. The moment you were inside, neither of you couldn't hold back anymore. You kissed him, and his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. As you straddled him, he pulled away for a moment, saying, "The Langham," and rolled up the partition.
His lips met yours again, effortlessly finding their rhythm once again. His tongue ran across your lower lip, asking for access. You obliged, parting your lips slightly. His tongue almost instantly met yours and they moved against each other in harmony. You pulled away, needing to catch your breath and his lips found your neck, diligently kissing and sucking on your pulse point.
He unbuttoned your suit, completely revealing the beautiful bralette underneath. His hand slid under the thin, lace fabric and you let out a gasp at how cold his hands were, instantly hardening your nipples. Your head lulled back as one hand massaged your breasts and the other gripped your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing your core against the tent in his pants.
"Lionel," you exhaled shakily.
The sound of his name on your lips only riled him up more, causing him to gently nip at your skin and roughly tease your nipples. You leaned against him, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a louder moan. He finally pulled away, looking at the reddened skin on your neck, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Sliding off his lap and back into your seat, your hand trailed to his trousers, palming him through them. He groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze, and you freed his cock, allowing it to spring free from its confines. He was huge and your eyes widened at the sight since it looked like he wasn't even fully hard yet. Your fingers wrapped around his cock and he leaned into his seat, letting out a soft moan as you started stroking him. His eyes fluttered shut and you took the opportunity to wrap your lips around his head, causing him to let out a throaty moan.
You chuckled at the reaction before taking him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks out. His fingers wrapped around your nape as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, which was getting even harder. Your hand moved to cup his balls and he groaned in pleasure. You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and picked up the pace. He came, bucking his hips upwards as his grip around your neck tightened, holding you in place as he released his hot seed deep in your throat. You pulled away, coughing lightly as you swallowed the last of it.
"Sorry," he panted, asking, "Was I too rough there?" You softly shook your head as you wiped the corner of your mouth, letting him know that you were fine.
Perfectly in time, the vehicle came to a halt. The two of you took a moment to look at each other and make yourself presentable before stepping out. You made your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where you found yourselves entangled in each other yet again, on the ride up.
Finally entering his room, he immediately pinned you against the door, his mouth claiming yours. Your hands made their way into his soft, fading blonde hair as his hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you up. With your legs wrapped around him and the door supporting you, he moved his hands to your jacket, fumbling with the buttons. The cool air, along with the feeling of his fingertips gently grazing your skin as he slid it down your shoulders, sent goosebumps across your body.
Letting the jacket fall to the floor, he carried you to the bedroom, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he did. His lips never left yours, and the kiss only got sloppier and more desperate with each step he took. He threw you onto the mattress, his hands wrapping around the waistband of your trousers as he yanked them off. Matching your bralette, you were left in a black lace thong and he let out a low growl as his eyes raked over your body.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling you as leaned over you to kiss you. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his jacket and dress shirt, and he gripped your wrists just as you finished undoing them, pushing them over your head as he brought his mouth down to your still clothed breasts.
His lips found your peaks, leaving biting kisses through the fabric. One hand trailed down your side and found your dripping cunt.
"I've barely done anything and you're soaked. What am I to do with you, hmm?" He mused as he rubbed circles around your clit.
"H-have your way with m-me, daddy," you breathed, aching for his touch.
He raised an eyebrow at you, saying, "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"
Your eyes slightly widened in surprise at the name-calling, but you were into it since it was Lionel. You nodded softly and he smirked at you. Quickly discarding your underwear, you felt him tease your entrance with his tip, rubbing along your folds as he said, "Tell me what you want, cub."
"Y-you. I want to f-feel you, L-"
He cut you off as his fingers wrapped around your throat and your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed into you, spreading your lips for him as he entered you. Your back arched as he filled you up and your fingers gripped the sheets.
"Fuck! S-so... tight! He said, pausing only a moment before he started moving. Pulling out slowly, he rammed back into you, his head hitting your cervix. You whimpered at the feeling, pain and pleasure colliding in a way you had never experienced before. "Oh my G-god Li-" you said, but were cut-off by his grip tightening around your throat.
"Not that," he panted as he thrust into you, "Call me what you did, e-earlier."
You indulged him immediately, saying, "D-daddy, you feel s-so good!" You could see Lionel squeeze his eyes shut as he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. Relentlessly, he kept thrusting into you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, playing with it. Your nerves felt as though they were on fire, the stimulation bringing you closer to your release.
"I'm close," you cried out.
At that, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He leaned over your body, pushing deep into you, hitting you at a completely new angle. You buried your face into the mattress, muffling your sounds of ecstasy. Lionel moved close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he said, "Does daddy's little slut want to come?"
You gasped. You weren't used to this - no man had ever called you names simply because they were too intimidated. For that very same reason, no one had ever been able to dominate you either. Not well, at least. Lionel Shabandar had unlocked a new kink for you today and you loved it. You nodded and he said, "Well, not yet. That's what you get for not letting me hear you."
You squirmed as you fought the climax that was building. You were doing pretty well considering Lionel was pounding into you, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust. As he slowed his motions to longer, rougher thrusts, you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.
"Daddy," you breathed. "I'm gonna-"
"Not yet," he warned, roughly kissing your shoulder.
"P-please," you begged.
His eyes met your gaze as you looked back at him with a pleading look. A smirk appeared on his face as he said, "Do you admit that you're daddy's little whore?"
You nodded yet again and he tutted, "Ah-ah. I want to hear you say it."
You gulped as you admitted, "I... I'm daddy's little whore."
"Good girl," he mused, picking up the pace. "Now.. come for daddy."
At that, your toes curled and you bucked your hips to meet his as your orgasm finally washed over you. He kept his pace, his own release inching closer as he felt your walls clamp down on his cock. With one last powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside you, leaning over your body as he placed a tired kiss on your temple.
"You did so well, cub," he praised as lay down next to you.
"Well, I agree with your wisdom. With age, comes experience, indeed," you said breathlessly and he chuckled lowly at your response.
Turning to face you, he said, "Considering how snarky you are, who knew you'd be so submissive in bed?" You rolled your eyes at his comment, not bothering with a reply. "Also, daddy issues? I never would've guessed," he teased.
"That's rich coming from the guy who enjoyed every bit of it," you bit back, playfully.
His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, saying, "And there's my snarky little cub." He placed a kiss on your shoulder and you turned around to face him.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick, okay? Just need to get cleaned up."
He groaned as you got out of bed and you turned to him, saying, "You're welcome to join me if you'd like."
"I thought you said you wanted to get cleaned up?" He asked, sitting up with a playful smirk on his face.
Acting surprised you said, "Well, I didn't think you could go again, old man..."
He narrowed his eyes at you as he bit his lip. "Oh, you really need to be taught a lesson," he said, lifting you up as he carried you into the bathroom.
I think yes or yes Severus can sing, and very well.
He based me on this more than anything with the books. With a Severus chanting the Septemumbra counterspell to Draco.
he definitely can
"...he knelt over Malfoy, drew his wand and traced it over the deep wounds Harry's curse had made, muttering an incantation that sounded almost like song.
given how much harry liked to call everything snape does ugly, the fact that nothing was said of snape's voice being bad while he cast the spell tells me a lot.
that and the way his speaking voice has been described as silky and smooth and being able to project so everyone can hear him. idk that's a good quality for a singer to have.
there's also snape's similarity to erik from the phantom of the opera.
Marauder stans tear apart Severus (even his 9 year self) and call him a stalker and accuse of of being obsessed with Lily, while most of their jily fics romanticize James Potter repeatedly asking Lily out or stalking her using the map. There's actually a fan art of Marauders helping James Potter sneak into Lily's bedroom. As long as the guy is popular, handsome, rich and cool it's okay to stalk and harass the girl.
daily reminder that Severus Snape is the best person in existence, who never did anything wrong in his life, and who was more heroic than any other character in the series. also, ironic bow.
Daily reminder that Severus Snape ate toddlers for breakfast and pooped on baby unicorns. He also caved into his urges to engage in bestiality with Trevor (in front of Neville)
