#married man

[our-little-secrets]

Breeding a hotter younger girl while on the phone with my wife telling her that I miss her and love her.

[untouchedangelxx]

rubbing my pussy thinking about married men 🤭

[ibelongtoseverussnape]

Reader! Who married Hyperspermia!Snape PT 2

It was supposed to be a just one time thing, he wasn’t supposed to keep giving you the potion. You thought with one time it would work, the effect lasted for weeks with just a few sips, yet he kept throwing it in everything he could when you weren’t looking. In your tea, over the cream of the scones…even in your night cream that you rubbed over your skin every night. You didn’t know he was doing it on purpose, but you did feel all of the effects, and even more since he began increasing the dose every. time.

Sex now being a everyday thing, wherever it was you ran into each other at the house, that placed was marked. It was exhausting, but you still couldn’t get enough of each other, and he was getting greedy. A vial turned into a cups, and before he knew he was having his wife spiraling around barely wearing anything, sensitive to everything and easily triggered. Utterly addicted. But even though the buzz was strong, there were gaps of consciousness where reality came down on her and the exhaustion took over.

And the worst part was, he was enjoying every bit of it. Coming inside you every time he got the chance, anywhere he caught you unexpectedly. He now needed to keep up with you. And it was all his fault. Cum dripping down your legs and onto the floor as you limped out the bathroom, Severus coming out behind you while fixing his belt around his hips “you’re perfect for me.” He kissed the top of your head, your hands holding tightly on his shoulders

“Sev, please…no more…” you could taste and smell him every moment of the day “I promise I don’t need more, I’m going insane…”

“It’s alright, baby. You’ll be okay, it won’t hurt you no matter how much I give you, hm? Trust your husband.”

“Darling-,”

“Drink this.”

“I’m not thirsty…”

“Precious. Drink. Up.” His tone left no space for argument, his index finger and thumb tilting your head back and smoothly tipping the twelve inch vial’s content down your throat “That’s my girl.”

“Sev no more…” clothes becoming bothersome again

“Just a bit more and we’ll stop with the doses, yeah? I’ll stop.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” But the more he gave her, he realized he didn’t want to stop having her like this. Had you slowly going insane, the taste of the potion being the only thing you tasted most in your day. Until you stopped eating and drinking around him. He noticed. “You need to eat.”

“No.”

“Darling please-,”

“I’m done being drugged, Severus! No more! I can’t.”

“It’s not a drug, you’re not addicted to it.”

“But you are. Your potion makes me ache and burn for you in a way…”

“I am addicted to you, my love.”

“Don’t try manipulating me, Severus. You said you would stop and you didn’t. I’ve watched you slip vial after vial in everything I eat and drink, that is not stopping.”

“Sweetheart, fuck…” he sighed “I just…”

“You what.”

“When you have the dose in your system it…it makes you so feral, precious, I just can’t help myself…it reminds me how much I fucking love you. I adore being married to you, and these last few weeks where we’ve been having sex like horny teenagers have been heaven for me. I’m sorry for getting out of hand…we don’t have to do this anymore since you don’t wish to; I promise I will not force myself on you despite everything.”

“Instead find a antidote for you, Severus. It was what I wanted from the beginning.”

He nodded, his head low “Yes, ma’am.”

“…Thank you.”

“But you must know… the effects…you being hyperovulating…”

“Yes?”

“They’ll remain, you will stay like that…I’ll brew you an antidote as soon as I can.” He turned to leave, ashamed

“No.” You stop him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back gently to you

“No…?”

“…We can work with it.” Hope lit behind his eyes

“Are you sure…?”

You nod “Trust your wife.”

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We’re getting an alternate ending: she does become addicted and doesn’t wish to stop

@puthypirate42069

[s1sc]

I think he should recite his wedding vows to me while he's balls deep inside me

[xbpdslvtx]

Married men

yes i wanna get fucked by all of them 😍

[ibelongtoseverussnape]

Soooooo I saw your post talking about wanting requests and I have one if that’s okay!!! How about Severus always needing to touch his partner, even if it’s just like legs touching under the desk, but he’s so needy about it. Readers personal space is HIS personal space and if he has to go long periods without some sort of contact he’s instantly in a bad mood. This could be smutty or not, whatever you’d prefer if you choose to write something for it. Thanks in advance, I’m gonna go read all of your fics now lol

I love this SO MUCH because I was writting something about it and didn’t know how to finish it

‘This is Reader, Reader loves their personal space, this is Severus; Severus also loves Reader’s personal space.’

Severus adores his hands on you. Every chance he gets he will get his hands on you. No explanation. He just needs his wife next to him, close to him. Al though appearances might deceive, Severus Snape is a clingy man. Who in public, will not confess to it. But he loves your personal space. He needs to have you close and have some sort of physical contact or he will get angry.

Like a child when you take their favorite sweet from them.

It had been like this since you started dating, always attentive, his hands softly taking your waist to turn you slightly out of the way…And he told you that he never felt like this with someone. He never needed to be near someone to feel recharged. To be seen and heard. When you hold him, he feels safe. That’s exactly where he wants to stay. You learned he has his sides and that his intimacy is much much more than simply penetration, but the fact that he gets to hold the love of his life is enough to get him going.

Even more so, he made sure you never felt uncomfortable with him constantly seeking touching you because he always looked forward to it: Interlocking hands under the table, your leg tightly pressed against his with his hand in your inner thigh, or even much so just holding pinkies is enough. But something must always be held.

And too, the rest of the staff do make fun of him because of his need for you. Betting what he’ll hold, or if you’re late how he’s going to react…poor baby your man…And they have also been present to witness a Severus who did not had seen you all day after you parted ways that morning.

And when it’s smexy time Severus gets a little worse. A little out of hand. He always keeps his hands in speficic points where he knows you love been held: if you’re riding him his hands will be around your waist, looking up into your eyes like you’re the savior of his soul, pulling you down against his chest so he can wrap his arms around your back, one of his sneaky hands sliding down to your ass cheek to squeeze while helping you pulling and pushing you up and down his cock…lately you’ve found yourself riding him a lot…he seems to be needing to see you take what you need and gladly provide it. If it’s any other position, his hand will remain in the nape of your neck, and it might slid up into your hair to stimulate the zone by pulling in the perfect way.

And the way he rubs your clit…

He also sucks for eye contact, so he will make sure you keep your eyes on him as much as you can ‘Look at me my darling, there she is, hi…you have such beautiful eyes– oh fuck me…- keep looking at me like that…you’re so beautiful…” as he thrusts into you “are you coming?” His voice softening lowering to a little mockingly loving tone “Yeah? you’re coming? Let those eyes roll, my girl,” his tongue slowly licking a long warm stripe from your neck to your ear “Let me feel how you feel.” And when your back arches, his hands scoop you up and starts fucking up into you, taking your head and holding it against his shoulder as you climax “you’re so good to me…” he whispers, hips desperately fucking you, stuttering, whispering he couldn’t stop in a soft almost incoherent voice

And it so happened that today you hadn’t seen him all day. This last few weeks have been wrecking havoc, which meant long working hours after classes, missing dinners, but never. EVER. Coming to each other late. It doesn’t matter you both have lots of grading to do, or someone earned themselves at detention, or even missed dinner. At 9PM SHARP, both if you are in your shared chambers getting ready for bed. Or making dinner, or simply sitting around on each other half naked because you went to get in your pj’s and the conversation got suddenly too intestesting that clothes became unimportant. But not today. You missed him, and you feared for the worst.

The castle felt like it was shaking in it’s foundation by how on edge everyone felt. As if everyone could feel his anger through the walls.

Dinner time rolled in and you found yourself in the Great Hall next to his empty chair. That should’ve been filled by now with his body. Where the hell was he? Your leg starting to anxiously kick up and down, when suddenly every student went quiet. The whole room. Went quiet. Everyone that was standing stood standing and they all turned to the open door of the hall as heavy footsteps got closer, the echo of their heels making everyone jump in anticipation. And your heart wanted to leap when your husband was the one who stood at the doorway, his eyes quickly scanning all over the hall and instantly finding you in your usual seat. There was a dangerous look in his eyes that made your knickers get soaked by making eye contact and you swore you could have came the moment his eyes softened as he stared at you

Happened so sudden you didn’t even register him pulling you from your chair and kissing you. With hunger. This man had not seen your face in fourteen hours, let him be. His arms, his full arms, wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against him, his mouth devouring yours without a care in the world and all you did was give in to what he needed; because fuck. His tongue felt like heaven when it pushed into your mouth a low moan leaving your lips and that was all that he needed to buck his raging erection against your leg. Hands sliding up your back to hold the nape of your neck and tilt your head back so his tongue could get deeper…and then he stopped. Slowly pulled back, a string of saliva teasing you as he pulled away from your swollen mouth; breathing heavily as his eyes opened, looked around to see they were still in the fucking great hall, but that had been quietly emptied and the door closed behind them. He smirked and look into your gazing eyes “Someone knew what they had to do…let’s go to bed, I need to get my hands all over you before I go fully insane.”

Oh we’re making the castle shake in it’s foundation alright.

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I hope you like it!!