ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐’’ BIG WHAT?? ‘’ – SEVERUS SNAPE X SUGARBABY!READER – SMUT & FLUFF – DAY 5 OF KINKTOBER.
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THUMBNAIL MADE BY ME, CREDITS TO OG ARTIST FOR SNAPE!
PART TWO ♡
SUMMARY: ‘’ Caught–Sugar daddy trope–Dumbification. ‘’
TAGS/WARNINGS: plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, semi-public sex, fingering, established relationship, OLDER!snape x younger!reader (50-23), sugar baby-sugar daddy trope, dumbification, drool, grinding, teasing, fem!bodied reader, chubby reader, daddy kink, bdsm, rough sex, bullying mention (reader receives but is into it & kids being assholes and snape being snape), he’s very grabby, perverted fantasies, overstuffing, unprotected sex, creampies, mirror sex.
A/N: FUCKKK jk rowling, this is my own take on snape, so please be advised there will be a lot of personal headcanons!
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NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
How the hell did Severus Tobias Snape end up with a hot, young, energetic sugar baby is a question he still hasn’t been able to have the answer too, Snape often confused himself beyond belief trying to figure out how YOU were attracted to him. He’s been told his whole life he will always be a very ugly man, by everyone. Past bullies, past coworkers, random witches and wizards on the street, even his students! He had a big nose that was crooked from his childhood on getting it bashed in from his ex-bullies, dark eyebags that shadowed over his sickly olive pale skin like the moon over the sky, greasy long black hair that collected at his neck, wrinkles and crows feet from constantly scowling his entire life like a dog.. Old scars and permanent bruising from bullying and attacks, he’s always been ugly.
He’s been called every degrading, dehumanizing, disgusting name in the book. He’s had girls from his pass express they’d rather have sex with a troll than him, that they’d rather become ugly themselves than kiss him–But not you.
This ‘’business’’, well, relationship began several months ago before the school year began. He had a nasty alcoholic trait he picked up from his father so he spent his lone Sundays at some muggle bar, drinking anything the bartender had to offer to him. Sunday was when nobody was at the bar, and he went real late at night. 30 minutes before closing specifically so it was just a ghost town, till he met an odd gentleman who obviously didn’t understand Snape's dismissive tactics to defuse the conversation. The gentleman was obviously a sleazy bastard, talking about women and dating–And when he asked if Snape had a little lady waiting all cozy in his bed it set him off.
‘’I think this conversation is done.’’ Snape hissed like a coiling boomslang snake, fangs breaching from his thin lips as he made it known the man was even more unwelcome standing by his side at the bar leaning against the counter. ‘’Woah, woah! Hit a nerve there, didn't I friend?’’ The man chuckled, obviously not intimidated by Snape’s obvious disregard, ‘’Just a question my friend, just a question.. No need to puff up your chest on me!’’ The man said with a smirk as he reached into his shirt's breast pocket, pulling out a small business card. ‘’I don’t need your charity.’’ Snape scowled again, giving the man the meanest side glare he could ever muster.
‘’S’ not charity! Just business.’’ ‘’Well I don’t want your business either, the only business you have with me is exiting that door.’’ Snape said, voice increasing in volume and aggression as he fully stood up. Towering over the man with a scrape from the barstool. The man put up his hands defensively, not looking to get his ass beat as he backed up. ‘’Just trying to help you–’’ ‘’You’d make a terrible therapist, for your help isn’t lifting or motivating, it’s just a mere annoyance. A business deal, a scam for money, I’d further evaluate your tactics before wasting someone else's precious time.’’
And just like that–The man left with a muttered ‘’asshole’’ comment, but he never took the card. Snape was going to burn it till he read what was on it out of curiosity, it was a website for ‘’RENT–A–BABY!’’. Of course he thought it was literal and some sort of disgusting scheme till further research showed it was to rent out ‘’sugar babies’’. He’s heard of the term before, Igor Karkaroff, one of Snape’s ‘’friends’’ had a couple in the past. Snape was never into dating or romance, also he didn’t feel like paying for some stupid 20 year old to come be an annoyance to him.. He had enough to deal with the upcoming school year and mentally prepare himself for what chaos those snot nosed children flooded in.
So why did he spend nights scrolling away? Looking at every picture, at every description, at every pretty price tag.. Why did he calculate the scams and rotten ones till he found you? Was it a drunken decision or a subconscious yearning? Why did he click your page and read all about you, scrolling through your photos–Every bikini pic, every picture of you wrapped around a hot pink pole, every picture of you in obscenely unwalkable heels you somehow managed to function in. Why did he send you a DM?
He never expected you to reply, it made his palms sweat realizing that you were actually interested. And when you asked what he looked like he refused till you ended up refusing payment for a meetup because you didn’t want a scam or to be kidnapped, he almost threw up when he sent a very unflattering angle of himself only to see a small ‘’♡ ‘’ at the bottom of the photo. He had to try to not talk himself into thinking this was a scam, or that you were just in it because he had a big wallet–Being a Potions Master meant he made absolute bank, not to mention he sold his brew to shops and hospitals.. So he was really swimming in gold, but he was always frugal with his money. He lived in his childhood home, kept everything in savings and only pulled money out for basic necessities of survival. So it literally hurt his fingers signing out that check for you, he chose to meet you up at a restaurant. Since you were a muggle and all–And he didn’t want you screaming when you saw the oddities on his shelves or odd ingredients stored in his pantry..
And holy merlin were you absolutely gorgeous. Long healthy beautiful hair, long expensive nails that were blinged out, impossible to walk pleaser heels, expensive jewelry, vintage juicy couture daydreamer on your arm, and fuck. That tight, barely covering anything tube dress you were wearing. He could literally see your panties from how little the skirt was, the way your plump body filled out the entire outfit–He didn’t expect you to find him highly attractive, he was decked out in some muggle clothes that used to be his fathers.. And you two were already getting stares when you cooed out his name loudly and gave him a big hug.
His dick damn near busted in his pants when he felt those heavy tits, fat thighs, and cute belly against his more lean body. He had to suck in a breath and bite down against his teeth to avoid moaning and throwing everything off the table to hump you silly. He tried his hardest not to use legilimency on you, he wanted to give you a chance–But his curiosity peeked and did in fact kill the cat.
‘’Oh my goodd.. Look at those long veiny hands–Shit, those would feel sooo goood…’’
‘’He’s so educated and intelligent, I have noo clue what he’s talking about..’’
‘’His nose is so big–FUCK! I wanna ride it so bad,, I wonder if his cock is as big as his nose..’’
‘’Yap Yap Yap.. Go on n’ yap baby, I’ll sit here and look pretty for you..♡ ‘’
‘’God I want him to yap about anything while I ride him!! UGHHH HE’S SO PRETTY!’’
‘’His thighs are soo big, I just wanna hump them while he talks.’’
‘’His voice is soo deep and raspy, I bet he rumbles like a gator. ♡ ‘’
His eye twitched as he fought back from blushing, he thought your thoughts would be negative or ‘’this guy is suchhh a boomer..’’ or ‘’he’s soo ugly..’’ Not that you already were fantasying about bouncing on his cock while he talked! Now it made sense why you were shifting so much, he just thought you were uncomfortable or were looking for an escape. Not that you were getting absolutely soaked and needy from just sitting down and having a logical conversation with him. Unfortunately he didn’t take you home, as bad as he wanted to fuck you so good to make sure you were happy he couldn’t risk exposure of the magical world. So he paid you and walked you to your car, his brain remembering & storing the way you smelt as you gave him a goodbye hug.
And of course he pumped himself to blindness when he got home, phone in one hand with your pretty picture as he jerked himself so good he was gasping for air after.
Your meetups slowly get more personal as the weeks and months go by, and after one ‘’date’’ where he finally brought you home and fucked your brains out against his old noisy bed, it was no longer business. You knew you broke the one sugar baby code, that code all sugar babies knew was to not get personal with clients. But you like liked him! He was so sweet, soft, gentle, and intelligent–And he treated you with respect and not like you were a noisy big tittied creature!
The personal aspect of your relationship grew when he started to get personal with you about his past, and he appreciated your sympathy and comfort. The one time he actually accepted any, he stops paying you after the 8 month period where he stupidly exposes the magical world to you by complete accident when he accidentally cast lumos when you said you needed a light to find your keys–And he was surprised when you didn’t have a reaction, and relieved when you expressed you knew about the magical world because you had connections with friends and past clients.. So his heart didn’t shatter, it actually pumped.
You moved in with him around the 9 month period and were officially in a relationship with him, he allowed you to continue your work since he wanted you to make your own money to have independence. Also you didn’t want to work at a ‘’normal job’’, he was VERY nervous about you offering to come see him on the weekends at Hogwarts. He didn’t want anything to happen, he didn’t want you to get hurt or someone to find out he was dating someone significantly older than him.. But your coaxing of ‘’helping him destress’’ convinced him. And things were going well! Nobody even knew you existed till one day.
You had woken up aching and extremely sore, alone in Severus’s big silk bed that he prepared just for you. You had passed out at some point early in the morning after getting the most brutal backshots from your man, he had your pussy freaking out around his cock. Uncontrollably squirting everywhere because he had his long cock stuffed balls deep in you and he somehow managed to sink two of his fingers in you as well. Pummeling in and out of your slick hole with vicious grunts, one hand tugging at your hair and the other on your chubby hip. Fondling you as he yanked you back on his delicious dick, pawing at your heavily love abused skin as you drooled all over yourself in thick globs. Whimpering loudly about how his cock was literally breaking your back, you felt like you had botched back surgery from how good he dicked you down.. Your poor cunt was still swollen and gaping, drooling out his creampies all over the filthy sheets.. That was still surprisingly wet from your squirt, he must have got you to become a fire hydrant last night.
And it didn’t help that he bullied you during it, in a lovable way. Little phrases like ‘’Such a stupid baby, all she thinks about is dick.’’, ‘’Sooo good right? Soo deep too? Yeah I know..’’, ‘’Baby.. Are you drooling from me putting it in? Fuck your such a whore.’’ Got you giggling and kicking your feet like a teenage girl. You whined when you stretched, forcing yourself to get up. The antique mirror was moved and facing the bed because he moved it to force you to watch him pummel you as you sobbed into the pillow. It made you giggle sometimes knowing he thought he wasn’t enough for you or wasn’t good, because it was the little things like hearing your slick ridden pussy ‘’talk’’ to him during sex. Which was just you reaching a point of being so soaked the squelches, slaps, pops, squishes, everything was audible. And the fact you’ve never faked an orgasm with him, first time you forgot to warn him you were a squirter he paused and just stared at the mess you made on his pelvis.. Before trying to get you to do it again and again and again–
‘’fuck..’’ You gently winced as you stood up, knees wobbling like old rotten wood, still shaking and quivering from aftershocks and your body trying to comprehend the beating it took for almost 10 hours. You slugged over to the dark oak dresser and swung it open, grabbing one of his white button ups and putting it on. Sighing and breathing in his scent, the smell of iron, earthy yet spicy tones from potion making–He always smelt so good. You closed his drawer and opened the top one that belonged to your undergarments. Well the expensive ones you didn’t let him steal, tear off, or rip.. Basically the pricy/rare ones and the ones that survived. You grabbed a random pair and slid them up your hickey covered-bruised thighs that were chafing. With a hiss you rubbed some coconut oil on them to soothe the ache as you hobbled out of the safety of his chambers.
Soft bare feet tapping against the cold dungeon floor as you walked through the private hallway that led to his office, your brain was so fuzzy at the moment you weren’t thinking straight. All you thought was he was in his office working early. Not that it was Monday and not Sunday. And that he was currently in the middle of his 4th period teaching a bunch of seniors for exam prep when that cursed door creaked open, and he heard it before anyone else. His ear twitched like a bat as he heard the heavy dark oak chamber door open, and his cold heart dropped down into his ass.
‘’’G’morning baby.. Could you make me one of those.. uh.. Pain reliever potions? A really strong one? You went too hard on me last night big daddy..’’ You exhaustedly yawned into your hand, you were confused when you heard absolute silence instead of a response. ‘’Dadd–?’’
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Your eyes opened in immediate shock, horror, humiliation, embarrassment and terror. In front of you was your loving, beautiful man looking like one of the goddamn ghosts that haunted this castle with pupils so small they looked like small pepper flakes. In front of him were rows and rows full of senior students, thank god they were all adults! But they looked embarrassed, flabbergasted, and like you just told them magic wasn’t real and they were all dreaming. ‘’OH MY GOD–I’M SO SORR–’’ You gasped out immediately pulling down his shirt more to cover yourself, and Snape immediately ran over to your aid. Standing in front of you as he wrapped himself and his long black cloak around you. Shielding you from leering eyes.
‘’The dungeon bat has GAME?’’
‘’Tell me I’m fucking dreaming, right now.’’
‘’There’s NOOO way she slept with him consensually, he HAD to spike her drink with Amortentia!’’
‘’DID SHE CALL HIM BIG DADDY?’’
Your cheeks flushed immediately when you heard one of his students full on shout that, you were regretting ever saying that–But in your defense he fucked you into next week! Snape grinded his teeth as he kept you close, he knew he should have left a note–He was just in a hurry since he woke up late because he passed out after you did. His grip wasn’t mean or hurtful, it was comforting as he rubbed your back. ‘’SILENCE!’’ He roared out, shutting the class up immediately after they were reminded whose class they were currently trapped in. ‘’Read pages 198 through 225, I don’t want to hear a PEEP out of any of you. Any notes, gossip, talking, or even glancing at anyone has detention for the rest of the year with me personally.’’ Radio silence filled the class as they all started on what he demanded, knowing that he had the traits of a literal bat and mastered the art form of echolocation. So they were fucked if they even breathed wrong. Severus guided you gently and silently back to your bedroom, as soon as the door shut and a silencing charm was casted–He looked soo stressed out. But not mad.
‘’M’ sorry! I totally forgot and–’’ ‘’Shhh.. S’ okay baby it was my fault, I was in a rush this morning and forgot to write a note. It’s not your fault.’’ He immediately reassured, cupping your head in his pale hands and pressing a sweet and long smooch to your forehead. ‘’Now let me take care of you, go draw a bath n’ I’ll get you some medicine and herbs..’’
He spent all evening filling out detention reports because as soon as his period ended everyone got to gossiping, and everyone found out the Severus Snape, the old greasy dungeon bat, the slug with a bad temper, the ugly hornet had a pretty young little thing who he spoils. And he had a loottt of explaining to do to Dumbledore and McGonagall..