#severus x reader

[dragonlover736]

Good Little Wife

Summary: Kinktober 2025, Day 5 - Husband/Wife kink

Pairings: Severus Snape x f!reader

Warnings/tags: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI - Soft Severus, thoughts of marriage, Severus gets hot and bothered by someone calling you his wife

A/N: I struggled with naming this one, but overall I’m happy with how it turned out. I had a dream about Severus being married and just couldn’t shake it out, so consider this the result of that. Can either be viewed before or after the war :)

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The streets of Hogsmeade were busier than usual for a chill autumn evening. All around you were students with their Hogwarts cloaks, darting from store to store, villagers idly chatting along the sidewalks, and leaves leisurely floating through the gentle breeze. You had convinced Severus to slip away with you, to have an afternoon just to yourselves and away from all the papers that needed grading over the weekend. 

It had been a little over three years since you started this relationship with Hogwarts’ great potions master, and while the question of marriage had never been brought up, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about it. The thought of Severus as your husband never failed to make you feel giddy with excitement. You wouldn’t dare push Severus towards the thought, though, knowing he’d bring it up whenever he was ready.

You linked your arm with his as you both wandered into The Three Broomsticks, seeking refuge from the chill autumn wind. His black cloak billowed dramatically behind him, as it usually does, before finally resting along his figure once he was out of the cool breeze. Madam Rosmerta acknowledged you both with her usual warm smile. “Ah, Professor Snape! And your lovely wife as well. Welcome back!” she greeted you as she wiped down the bar. “The usual table by the fire?”

Your steps faltered. Wife? You never told her that you were married before. Severus stiffened beside you, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. You glanced up at him, expecting a sharp correction like he would carry out to his students, but he merely nodded curtly. “Yes, that will do.”

Rosmerta hurried off, oblivious, while you slid into your seat at the table across from the brooding professor. As you admired the warmth of the fire, you couldn’t help but notice Severus’s expression. His brows were furrowed, his dark eyes distant in thought. 

“Wife?” you teased softly after the inn keeper had delivered you both a drink, nudging his knee under the table. “I’m surprised you didn’t correct her.”

He took a slow sip of his firewhiskey. “It seemed unnecessary. The woman prattles enough without encouragement.”

But there was something in his voice, a warmth beneath the drawl, that made your heart skip a few beats. You studied him, the way the firelight softened the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the stray silver strands in his black hair. “It didn’t bother you?”

He set his glass down with an audible clink. “Should it have?” he asked slowly, his gaze meeting yours. “We’ve been together long enough that assumptions are… inevitable.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you replied, finally taking a sip of your own drink. 

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Severus barely closed the door of chambers before his lips were on yours, his kiss hungry and fierce. His hands pulled you closer, pressing you against him as he mapped the curve of your waist, the lines of your shoulders. In his mind, though, he thought about what it would be like to be married to you. To wake up to you each morning in his bed, to have your laughter echoing through these cold stone walls, a ring shining on your finger as a declaration of his devotion. The thought made him deepen the kiss, a low groan escaping him.

You smiled against his lips, your own hands reaching up to undo the ungodly amount of buttons he had along his robes. “You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” you asked, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “Tell me, my love, what would it be like if we were married?”

He exhaled sharply, his dark eyes meeting your own as he busied himself with the fastenings of your own robes. “You’d be insufferable,” he said, but his tone was fond and tender. “You’d fill my shelves with unnecessary knick-knacks, beg that I leave my papers to come read with you only to wind up talking about my day instead, and overall, you’d be like an annoying bug that wouldn’t leave my office even if the door was left open.” 

You laughed softly as he slid your robes off of you. “You’d love every second of it, though.”

He didn’t deny it, instead, he finished undoing the rest of the buttons of his own robes, letting them meet with yours on the stone below. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring your taste, savoring the way your body arched into his. 

You guided him back, pressing him down onto the satin sheets of his bed, and he let you. He let your hands slide down his body and settle on his waist. He let you crawl your way over top of him and straddle his hips. He let you tease him by rubbing the fat head of his cock against your clit. And finally, he let you toy with his chest as you sunk down onto him, taking him inch by inch into your wet heat. His hands gripped your hips, gently guiding you as you rode him. 

“You’d make such a good husband,” you gasped out, nails clawing for purchase against his skin as he buried himself to the hilt. 

He groaned, low and deep in his throat, as his cock throbbed deep inside you. His own nails dug into the flesh of your hips, leaving small crescent marks in their wake. 

You teased him by sliding up, stilling when it was just his tip left inside you, before circling your hips down with a breathy moan. “Such a good husband,” you repeated, continuing your teasing. “Letting me have you like this, letting me take care of you like a good little wife.”

A breathless whimper escaped his lips as his hips bucked up to meet your own, hands guiding you to go faster. A loud moan slipped past your lips as he angled himself to go deeper, to press against the bundle of nerves that rested inside you with each desperate thrust. “That’s it,” he cooed, fucking up into you with a precision that left you breathless. “My beautiful wife, taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You swore your heart stopped when he finally called you his wife, heat gathering quickly in your core. You leaned down, bringing him into a sloppy kiss, his tongue clashing with your own. The sounds of your wetness filled the room with each thrust, only adding more fuel to the fire in your belly. “Severus,” you gasped against his lips, hands tangling into his hair and gripping desperately at his shoulder. 

“Yes, wife?” he hummed, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke, as if he knew the effect that one word had on you. Turns out, he did, for in the next moment he guided your hips as you came around him with a cry of his name. “That’s it, good girl,” he coaxed, gently guiding you through your orgasm as he picked up the pace, now chasing his own high as his thrusts grew sloppy. “You’re going to be a good little wife and let me fill you, yes?” he asked, titling your head up to meet his gaze, his aching cock throbbing against your pulsating walls.

You nodded, too blissed out to respond, but that was all he needed. He spilled into you, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go, a strained whine escaping from his lips. For a moment, you both stayed like that, joined together and breathless, basking in the afterglow. His hands rubbed soothing circles into your hips, before he pulled you up for another kiss, slow, sensual, but just as passionate. 

“You did so good,” he praised, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Gently, he slipped out of you, maneuvering you to rest beside him on the sheets. As if on instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair, which was now tangled as well as greasy, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You treat me so well, my dear, my sweet husband” you hummed contentedly, smiling down at him as you pulled him in closer. Severus sighed, relaxing into you and your touch. Perhaps the idea of marriage would be coming sooner than he had thought, because for once in his life, he finally felt cared for, loved, and, dare he say it, happy.

[writer-yani]

husband!snape during your pregnancy •°~

A/n : reader is a professor at Hogwarts and snape's wife, no age gap, fluff. post battle of Hogwarts. reader and snape in late thirties.

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"careful, love. the first years have been infesting the corridors lately. they possess absolutely no spatial awareness, and i will not have you knocked over by a pack of running dunderheads."

severus sneered, glaring at the students who dared to run around the halls while you were walking by.

you chuckled softly, gently placing a hand over you growing baby bump.

"calm down, sev. they're just kids. let them run around and have fun. it's their age to do so."

severus looked at you from the corner of his eye. "dearest, you are too gentle. they should carry themselves with grace and manners, not loitering around like mindless fools."

you rolled your eyes. you knew how severus was, and how he'd never change. you still remember the warnings from your colleagues and even students. they were so concerned for you when news was out that severus and you were married.

you didn't care. severus was all you could ask for in a man. although he wouldn't express it loudly, he loved you more than anything. you were sure of it when you had almost lost your life in the battle of hogwarts, and severus did everything in his power to save you. even if it meant risking his double agent identity.

that night, you saw severus cry for the first time ever. severus thought nobody was around, and he broke down beside your bed in the nurse's office. but minerva was standing by the door, watching him weep.

you were never unsure of your life with severus.

until you found out you were pregnant.

severus wasn't the best with children. students despised him. not that it mattered to him. you, on the other hand, were loved by the students. it created a stark contrast between the two of you.

and with all the students creating jokes about how severus would never be a good father, your worry increased.

severus was happy with your pregnancy. but whenever you'd bring up the talk about the future, he'd change the subject. which only added to your inner conflict.

once you entered the third trimester, severus wouldn't let you leave your room.

"but- severus!"

severus whipped around, joining his hands together before raising a brow, giving you that intimidating look of his.

"do not make me repeat myself, love. your presence in a classroom is entirely out of question until you recover from childbirth. however long that may be."

you groaned, dragging a palm down your face, exasperated.

"who will take my classes, then?!"

his lips almost tugged up in an imperceptible smirk at your question.

"have a little faith, love. you know as well as i do that i excel in the subject. the dark arts will be handled with the gravity they deserve. neither you nor the students have anything to fear."

a pause. then, a sound closer to a chuckle.

"let us not forget who is the expert here. do you not recall our youth? when you routinely panicked before our exams and relied entirely on my benevolence to pass? you were remarkably... less adept than you care to admit."

you gasped.

"take that back, severus snape!"

you retorted, a small smile pulling your lips up regardless.

he shrugged.

"i was merely stating the facts, dear."

it was true. before everything, during your school days, you were tutored by severus. it was what made you focus on your studies, and what distracted severus from lily.

over time, the two of you began feeling things for each other. it took severus way longer than you to acknowledge them, though.

he still teases you about it, and it pisses you off.

the students were not happy about the substitute teacher thing. severus was glad he didn't need to deal with a potter, a granger, or weasley for a while.

one day, severus was in his classroom, taking his usual potions class when minerva rushed in. immediately, he knew it involved you.

severus stormed to the nurse's office, his cape billowing behind him. before he could barge in, minerva stopped him.

"severus, perhaps you should wait outside."

severus paused.

you began screaming as the labour pain became too much to bear.

severus didn't listen to minerva's words. you were in pain and he needed to see you. minerva grabbed his arm, tugging him back.

"let me go, headmistress. my wife is in pain!"

minerva was about to reply but was interrupted by a baby's cry. a strangled sob left severus as he barged in, immediately walking over to where you were laid.

"sev..."

he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheek. madame pomfrey walked over to severus.

"congratulations, professors. it's a baby girl."

severus closed his eyes, calming down as pomfrey continued to speak about how healthy the baby is and how you will be fine.

"can i see her?"

you asked, and pomfrey immediately brought the baby, now all clean, to you. pomfrey placed the little girl into your arms, and you let out a sob.

"she looks just like you."

you muttered, looking up at severus only to find him silently sobbing.

severus quickly wiped his tears before sniffling.

"perhaps," he murmured, his voice thick from the tears, "but she will undoubtedly possess your dreadful attitude."

you managed a chuckle. severus smiled gently at the sight. he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours.

"i love you both more than words can ever describe."

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[ruzz9]

In Bloom Within ~

Severus Snape x Pregnant!reader

Summary: In his obsessive urge to protect you, Severus has refrained from touching you for weeks. Now, in your seventh month of pregnancy, doubt coils in your chest, fearing that your physical changes no longer stir his appetite.

AN: I'm back! Been working on a Lucius smut but haven't finished it yet— Enjoy this

Find it on AO3

Warnings: Smut, Pregnancy, Body Worship, Eating Out, Tender, Emotional, Soft-Rough

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Sharing quarters at the castle with Severus Snape had once sounded like a temporary arrangement.

"Only while the war lasts," he had promised you, his voice rough, but his eyes full of an anxiety he made no effort to hide from you.

And you, with your growing belly and your almost childlike need to feel protected, hadn't had the will to argue much.

Now, Hogwarts had once again become your home. But the physical closeness you shared here hadn't brought the intimacy you had hoped for.

In truth, if you were honest with yourself, you couldn't even remember the last time Severus had truly touched you.

It had been weeks —too many— since his hands had roamed your body with the urgency you so desperately craved.

Though his gestures remained protective, attentive even, his eyes seemed to carefully avoid yours whenever your changing, prominently sensual curves intruded into his line of sight.

Despite being well into your third trimester, you clung to teaching classes as if they were a lifeline, while Severus —and half your colleagues— insisted, with growing impatience, that you should be dedicating your days solely to yourself and the baby. But you were stubborn. You had always been.

Now, wrapped in a silk robe that outlined every new inch of your body —the wider hips, the heavy breasts, the firm, rounded belly— you crossed the bedroom toward the bed, foolishly hoping, maybe, to catch his eye.

He didn’t lift his gaze.

Seated in his usual armchair, with a heavy tome on dark magic resting across his lap, Severus seemed utterly engrossed in his reading. His eyes barely moved. Your heart, tightened with every step you took. When had it become so hard just to get him to look at you?

On a painful, impulsive whim, you moved closer. From behind the chair, you tilted your head, and then you saw it.

Tucked between the open pages of the large book, Severus was hiding a smaller, much more modest volume. One that had nothing to do with dark magic. One filled with meticulous notes about protective charms for newborns. Safe potions during pregnancy.

And suddenly, the heavy knot in your chest twisted into something else entirely. You had to admit it was adorable, even as the bittersweet ache remained.

Leaning over the back of the armchair, you slipped your arms around him, brushing your nose along the line of his neck before pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.

Severus startled, slamming the heavy tome shut, the sound echoing sharply against the stone walls.

"You don't have to hide what you're really reading..." you whispered against his ear, offering him a small, trembling smile —something caught between tenderness and sadness.

He let out a huff, loaded with irritation. Not at you, never at you. Irritation at himself, perhaps. For letting himself be caught, for being so transparent with you.

Without a word, with a kind of reverent patience, he took your wrists in his long hands and gently drew you toward him.

Guiding you firmly, he settled you onto his lap, handling your weight as if you were made of glass.

The warmth of his body beneath yours, the unmistakable scent of him —it was home to you. And lately, you had felt it so painfully distant.

One of his hands, large, rough, and warm, instinctively came to rest on your swollen belly.

He began to caress it in slow circles, his thumb tracing lazy paths over the fine silk of your robe. "You should stop teaching already," he murmured, his voice low, rasping, almost defeated. "You should be thinking only of... the two of you."

It was so strange to hear him speak like that, without his usual armor. For a moment, you simply surrendered to the rhythm of his caress, to that rare, precious intimacy.

A sudden dampness on the silk caught his attention before it caught yours.

Severus frowned slightly —not in disgust, but in concentration— and brought his fingers to the small damp spot blooming over your chest.

He touched the wet fabric with an unusual gentleness, almost reverent, like someone handling something sacred they didn’t fully understand.

His fingers hovered there for a breathless moment, suspended between surprise and a raw, almost childlike curiosity.

It was then that you, trapped in the current of your own insecurities, shifted away from his lap.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying somehow to shield yourself, and averted your gaze, refusing to meet his.

Before you could stop yourself, the words burst out, burning in your throat:

"I don't want to give you... another reason not to want me."

Your voice barely cracked, no louder than a whisper, yet it carried more weight than any scream.Your eyes filled with tears, though you stayed proud, rigid, as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t care.

You turned toward the bed, your steps almost defiant, your back stiff.

But Severus didn’t hesitate for a second.

He rose from his chair, the book forgotten, crossing the space between you in only a few long strides. His hand caught yours before you could climb into bed. It wasn’t a pull, just his fingers wrapping warmly, firmly around your wrist.

"Don't ever say that again," he murmured, his voice low, rough, filled with something that made you shiver to your bones.

He pulled you gently, turning you to face him. There was no rush, no forcefulness .Only his gaze, dark and intense, locking onto yours —and you felt stripped bare under it.

His hands slid upward, releasing your wrist to frame your face. He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, brushing them tenderly, as if trying to wipe away the tears before they could fall.

"You are beautiful," he said, as if it were an undeniable, absolute truth.

The tenderness of his words, the restrained worship in his gaze, struck hard against the wall of insecurity you had built inside yourself.

Something within you cracked, dangerously close to breaking. Severus leaned in then, his forehead resting against yours, his warm breath mingling with your own.

"All of you," he whispered. "Every change, every new part of you... you have no idea how much I want you, how much I've fought it."

His nose brushed yours in a gesture so small, so intimate, your knees almost buckled.

His hands slid down, gliding over your arms, your fuller hips, and finally came to rest, reverently, over the generous curve of your belly.

He held you like that, breathing you in, as if every beat of your heart was the most precious thing he had ever known.

His hands, still firm on your hips, trembled ever so slightly as he lifted his gaze to you.

A moment of silence stretched between you, so thick you could almost hear your own heart pounding against it.

With meticulous slowness, his fingers sought the sash that held your silk robe closed.

He looked at you, asking permission without words.

And when you didn’t resist, he pulled the ribbon loose with a careful tug. The fabric parted, not fully, but enough to expose your torso, your full, heavy breasts.

The lingering trace of dampness still visible on one of them, the most intimate evidence of the life growing inside you.

Severus let out a low sound, something between a sigh and a groan. It wasn't unchecked lust. It was wonder. Pure fascination.

His hands, warm and rough, traveled slowly upward, caressing your shoulders, your arms —every new, sensitive inch of your skin.

He paused at the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbones, as if he were committing every part of you to memory.

He leaned in then, brushing you with his lips —not urgent kisses, but patient touches.

A kiss in the hollow of your throat.

Another on the sharp bone of your shoulder.

Another, trembling slightly, just above one of your breasts.

"You are perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice heavy with a reverence that made your lungs seize.

His fingers ventured lower, tracing the line beneath your breasts with no hurry, like a man cradling something too precious to risk harming.

Everything in him screamed desire, but also something deeper —adoration.

You felt precious. For the first time in weeks.

His large, steady hands continued gliding over you, exploring the new fullness of your body without rush, without judgment.

His thumbs brushed along the sides of your breasts, then down to the generous curve of your belly, massaging in slow, wide circles —as if he wanted to soothe your child even as he worshiped you.

His mouth followed the path his hands had traced earlier, his nose nuzzling the lush swell of your breast.

With inhuman patience, Severus tilted his head and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the damp skin of your breast. The heat of his mouth against you contrasted sharply with the cool silk still clinging to your hips, and a trembling sigh escaped your lips before you could hold it back.

He took your nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it with wet, reverent warmth. You gasped softly, your fingers tangling in his messy hair, holding on to him.

Severus growled low in his throat, a sound almost primal, at feeling you respond so openly under his touch.

He straightened just enough to meet your eyes, his lips shining slightly, his breath ragged.

With patient hands, he slid the rest of the robe off your body, letting it pool at your feet.

He looked at you then, standing naked before him —your belly full with life, your breasts heavy, your skin taut and achingly sensitive.

And instead of averting his gaze, Severus devoured you with it —every new curve, every mark, every part of you that now existed to carry the miracle of his child.

With a firm gesture, he took your hands, placed them on his shoulders, and then lifted you easily, as if you weighed nothing at all, laying you down with infinite gentleness on the bed.

He leaned over you, sliding naturally between your legs, resting his weight carefully to your side.

His hands never stopped moving —caressing your belly, your sides, your thighs— as if he couldn’t decide where to start, as if he needed to map every part of you anew.

And his mouth...

His mouth returned to your skin, planting open, wet, hungry kisses along your breasts, your stomach, the edges of your hips.

His lips traveled even lower, leaving a wet trail down the lower curve of your belly.

His hands slid to your thighs, parting them with firm but careful insistence —not rough, not demanding— simply inevitable, as if he had waited too long to dare touch you.

His breath washed over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and a fragile, trembling moan tore from your throat.

Severus didn’t rush.

Instead of devouring you hungrily, he looked up at you, his black eyes gleaming under the messy curtain of his hair.

Waiting. Asking without words.

You, trembling, lifted a hand to his cheek, caressing the roughness of his skin. It was all the answer he needed.

With a reverence almost religious, he lowered his mouth to you. His tongue slid first, soft and slow, between your swollen folds, exploring you, savoring you.

You arched your back, a high, broken moan shattering the stillness of the bedroom.

Severus growled low against you, the vibration rumbling through your flesh, and he gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open while he lazily circled your clit with devastating patience.

His movements were constant, meticulous, designed to consume you slowly, to show you —without needing a single word— how much he wanted you, how much he worshiped you in every phase, through every change.

He kissed you there as he had kissed your belly, your breasts —with hunger, but also with tenderness.

There was no rush. There was no need for anything except you. You in his mouth, you in his hands.

When your hips began moving against his mouth, when your moans became uncontrollable, Severus slipped two fingers inside you with exquisite care, slow and steady, filling you gradually as his tongue kept dancing over you.

Your body, so sensitive, so alive, responded with violent sweetness.

The orgasm overtook you without warning, without permission, ripping broken cries from your throat that barely sounded like your own.

Your hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders, anything you could reach, as if afraid you might fall apart without him anchoring you.

And Severus didn’t move away.

He kept licking, kissing, holding you through the shudders of your climax, only lifting his head when you finally lay trembling beneath him, soft moans slipping from your lips, shattered and adored beyond words.

Only then did he lift his face to you.

His face was undone with desire.

He slid over you slowly, propping himself up on his elbows so as not to crush you, adjusting his body alongside yours so as not to put pressure on your belly, yet still maintaining the desperate closeness you both craved.

His erection, hard and throbbing, brushed your thigh as he settled in, trembling slightly at the contact.

But he waited.

He left the last word to you.

"May I...?" he whispered, hoarse, his voice almost breaking with restraint.

You nodded, lifting a hand to stroke his chest —a small gesture of tenderness, trust, longing.

Severus exhaled sharply, as if you had torn the weight of the world from his shoulders, and wrapped you in his arms.

He shifted to his side, pulling your back against his chest, guiding you until your thigh rested over his hip, opening you to him with infinite care.

His hand trembled slightly as he lowered it between you, guiding himself, searching for the heat he had missed so desperately.

When he found you—wet, soft, waiting—he let out a low, ragged groan. A sound that vibrated through your skin even before he began.

He entered you slowly. So slowly.

As if he couldn’t believe he truly had you like this: open for him, in this state.

You felt every inch of his hardness pressing into you, every fiber of your body stretching to receive him.

Your belly tightening softly, your chest heaving, a broken sob escaping your throat before you could even recognize it.

He paused for a fraction of a second, buried fully inside you, gasping into your ear. The heat of his breath, the tremble of his muscles, everything enveloped you, claimed you.

And then he began to move.

At first, his thrusts were long, deep, calculated.

You felt so full of him, invaded in the sweetest, heaviest way, as if your body had been made only for him.

But it didn’t take long for his control to unravel.

The hunger he had bottled up for weeks, that passion he had repressed out of fear of hurting you, slipped to the surface.

His rhythm grew more insistent, less perfect, more human.

His large hand cradled your belly, as if to remind himself of your fragility... but his hips couldn't help but quicken, slamming against you with a need barely held in check.

"Merlin..." he murmured against your ear, his voice raw, lost. "I missed you."

The low rumble of his voice, vibrating through you, almost made you cry.

You felt ablaze.

Every friction of his body within yours stoked hidden embers inside you, each movement of his pelvis against your rear sending electric waves up your spine.

The heat between your legs was unbearable, slippery, overflowing, each of Severus' thrusts tearing moans from you you no longer tried to contain.

The sensation of his hot, hard flesh sliding against your walls, filling you with every push, was overwhelming.

The pressure inside you built and built, a cruel promise holding you suspended between pleasure and desperation.

Severus seemed desperate not to let you go.

He clutched you against him, his hand alternating between your belly, your thigh, drawing you harder against him, setting a rhythm he could no longer pretend to control.

He fucked you in long, heavy strokes, each thrust dragging a moan from your lips.

Didn't give you space to think or breathe. Only to feel.

"So fucking beautiful..." he rasped into your ear, his hand sliding to cup your heavy breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive, leaking nipple. "Mine. Every part of you..."

You whimpered at the rough squeeze, at the obscene wetness slicking your thighs, at the pressure building unbearably inside you.

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer as his pelvis slammed into you in erratic, deeper thrusts.

His hand found your throat, not choking, just holding —a possessive, grounding weight that had you keening his name.

You surrendered to the brutal, sweet rhythm of his hips, to the relentless glide of his hot flesh, to the torrent of emotions and sensations that drowned you.

Your body spasmed around him, heat bursting through your core as the orgasm tore you apart. You screamed with pleasure as you came, tears streaming from your tightly shut eyes, your legs trembling uncontrollably.

You felt his body convulse behind you just seconds later, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he spilled inside you, clutching you with all the desperate love he could offer.

And even after emptying himself, even after groaning your name against your sweaty skin, he didn’t pull away.

He held you tighter.

He covered you with his body as if he could shield you from everything.

As you both trembled, trapped in that moment, Severus kissed the back of your neck—once, twice, a thousand times—murmuring words you could barely hear.

Eventually, as your breathing slowed and the tremors faded from your limbs, Severus shifted just enough to see your face.

He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You are everything," he whispered, the words breaking against your skin.

You turned your head slightly, finding his mouth in the softest of kisses, one that tasted of salt and love and everything you had both survived to reach this moment.

Held tightly against him, you let yourself fall—completely, irrevocably—into the arms of the only man who had ever truly seen you.

And he never once let you go.

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Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

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Summary: Lupin and Y/N are affected with sex pollen by accident and she goes to Snape for him to help her.

Warning/Content: smut, sex pollen.

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She would kill Remus as soon as she fixes that. Great idea, why not open the suspect power he got from a student and smell it. Y/N groans, walking down the dungeons, hoping that Snape was still awake. Noting the light under the door of his classroom, she knocked softly before opening the door. There he was, working some potion when she entered. 

Snape soon noticed Y/N entering, looking at her oddly. It wasn’t common for her to be there, especially that late. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking at her. 

Y/N was sweating slightly, feeling her body warm and her face was probably red by now. She would kill Lupin for that, that’s for sure “No…” 

He took notice of her flushed appearance and he immediately felt a sense of concern and a bit of confusion as he approached her slowly “What happened? Are you sick?” He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral even as his worry for you grew. 

“No...” Immediately, Y/N took a step back, not wanting to be close to him, especially in those...conditions. Oh, she would kill Lupin. “ 

Snape took another step forward once she took a step back, as a reflex. He paused at her taking a step back again, feeling more confused “Then why are you sweating?” 

“I...” How would she tell him that? “Merlin, this is embarrassing...” Y/N looked down, trying to control her breathing and her mind, that kept telling for her to just forget everything and jump on the man right in front of her. And his deep voice wasn’t helping her case.  

Snape tilted his head in confusion, his concern slowly turning into irritation “Spit it out, I don’t have all night.” 

“So...” Y/N started “Lupin confiscated a small vial from a boy on his class... and he decided we should check it...” 

“And?” His eyes darkened slightly as you mentioned Lupin, he disliked the man like the plague, and he had to hold back a scoff.  

“And it had this kind of powder...”  

Snape as getting even more irritated as she being proposedly vague in her answer “What powder?” 

Y/N looked at her hands, ignoring his question “And we thought ‘hey, we should check this...” 

He was starting to grow frustrated now, his patience wearing thin, as she ignored his question. He took a step closer, his voice growing a bit sharper “I asked you a question. What powder?” 

She sighs, looking back at him “It was a pink powder...it seems like...like an aphrodisiac or something like that...” 

“You’re joking…” He said, trying to remain composed as he looked at Y/N, his mind going over a thousand scenarios suddenly. 

Y/N shakes her head, biting her lip before she spoke again “Yeah...funny thing though. Lupin accidently spilled on us and we end up inhaling it.” 

If his eyes widened more, they would pop right out of their sockets. “You what.” He said lowly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge as he stared at her, his entire body growing rigid. 

“We didn’t know what it was!” She quickly says in her defense, but she had to agree that it did sound stupid. 

“Are you two idiotic?” Snape snapped, his voice now filled with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. He couldn’t understand how two adults who worked at a school could be so careless, and honestly, neither did she. “Spilling and inhaling any form of powder without knowing what it is...You could have poisoned yourselves beyond repair!” 

“It was an accident.” Cleary, she didn’t have much to defend herself and Lupin. It was stupid, but they didn’t think a student would have a poison. But considering some students...they should. 

“If you would have been poisoned you could have died, you understand that, yes?” He asked firmly, his eyes never leaving her face, suddenly thankful she was still breathing. 

Y/N sighs. Snape was right, like always. “Not our brightest moment, I admit.”  

“Not your brightest moment?” He repeated, his voice taking on a mocking edge as he looked at her “You should know better. The both of you. Grown adults. Careless enough to do this.” 

 “Please, just tell me you have some potion that can help me with...this.” She looked at him, almost begging. The effects were worse by the moment, being here, with him, alone, wasn’t helping. His mind was racing to come up with any solution as she spoke the words, and he silently cursed the situation in his head. Cursing Lupin for being an absolute idiot, cursing Y/N for being so careless.  

 “You’re sure it’s an…aphrodisiac?” He asked lowly, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at her. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Yes. I’m very sure.” 

He returned her eye rolling, his expression hardening “I’m just trying to make sure I give you the correct information. What are you feeling, exactly?”  

“I’m feeling warm and...you know, aroused.” She says, her voice a little lower now. Snape whole mind went blank for a split second. He hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward with it, and he didn’t know how to handle it.  

“Warm, and…aroused?” He echoed, his voice sounding hoarse as he spoke. 

“Yes. Aroused.” She felt like he was doubting her? No, it was something else. “What else do I need to say? That I feel my panties soaked? That I just want someone to fuck me right on this moment so this will pass? That I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get a dick right now?” 

His eyes darkened as she spoke, the words going straight to his body and making his mind fill with more thoughts he tried desperately to push down “No, there’s no need for that…” He said firmly, a hint of agitation in his voice as he clenched his jaw again. Merlin, why was this situation suddenly so much torturous for him? 

Snape took a deep breath before continuing, trying to pull himself together “I’m not sure there’s a specific potion for this sort of predicament.”  

Y/N groans frustrated, leaning against the wall. Great. He could practically see the frustration rolling off of her. He took another step toward her, despite feeling as though he should do the opposite “I’m trying to find a solution, have a bit of patience, will you?” 

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one affected by the aphrodisiac.” Y/N says a little sharp than she intended. 

He couldn’t help the slight twitch of irritation that crossed his face as she snapped at him “Oh, forgive if you and Lupin can’t use a single brain cell to think that open an unknow powder would be a bad idea.” 

Another sigh of frustration left her lips “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just...hard to think right now.” 

“It’s fine…don’t apologize, just give me a moment to think…” He was irritated, yes, but he also understood what she was going through. 

She nods and put some more distance between them. “I feel like I’ll die if I don’t fuck.”  

“That’s the effect of the aphrodisiac. I’m trying to find a way to help.” Snape was thinking of every potion he knows, every book he ever read about the subject but he couldn’t think of nothing to help her with the effects of the powder.  

“You can help.” She says, looking at him. Yes, probably her brain turned to jelly right now for her to be saying that. But she couldn’t help, she couldn’t stand anymore what she was feeling, all the desire, all the lust she have for him taking over. 

“How can I help?” He said, his voice suddenly sounding a bit huskier than before. He was starting to struggle with his own thoughts. 

Y/N takes a few steps forward to him “You know how.” 

His body tensed as he looked at her, the words sinking in, and he found himself torn between trying to fight his own thoughts and desires, or giving in to the situation “You know I shouldn’t…I’m your colleague...” 

“I don’t care right now.” She says while her hands reach the buttons of his robes, opening one by one. A shudder traveled over his body as he felt her hands working on his black robe, her fingers slowly moving across the buttons. His heart began to speed up further, his breathing growing a bit harsher as he looked down at you. 

“Merlin…” He breathed, his voice a strangled tone. 

The robe had a lot of buttons, but soon she finished, discarding somewhere on the floor. She started opening the white button shirt. Snape no longer trying to fight against the situation. He knew there was no point, not anymore. And he wanted this. He wanted her. His shirt soon fell to the floor, leaving him in the undershirt and pants, feeling the heat in his body spreading over his body like wildfire as he stared at you. 

“How many layers do you use?” She asks while she pulls the undershirt off his body, also discarding with the other pieces of clothes.  

Snape couldn’t help a small chuckle at her question while she left him in just his pants now, before he spoke “Too many…I’m starting to regret that decision…” 

Y/N was fast to pull all of her clothes off, she was desperate for his cock right now. She didn’t waste any time and soon she was naked in front of him pulling his pants down with his underwear. 

He didn’t protest as she free him from the last pieces of clothing, his own eagerness to be free from the tight material fueling the movement more than his own actions. He was finally completely naked in front of her. Y/N pulled the potion master to a kiss, a messy and desperate kiss while their bodies were finally together.   

His arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling her even closer to him as his tongue quickly made its way into her mouth, tasting her desperately. 

A low moan left her mouth both from the kiss and from the feeling of his body against her. His hands began to roam over her body as the kiss continued, his touch desperate and hard as it slid over every inch of your skin. Her hands did the same. He started to maneuverer both of them towards his desk, his mind consumed by his need for her now that he has her right there. 

He lifted her by her waist and placed her on the edge of the desk, his body pressing between her. Her hands kept exploring his body, until she stopped by his hard cock, slowly stroking him.   

“Careful…don’t tease me unless you want this to end quickly…” Snape says, looking her with lust in his eyes. 

“Merlin, no.” she chuckles softly before she wrapped her legs around him to pull him impossible closer. She then whispered on his ear “I need you now.” 

A soft growl escaped him as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer against him as he positioned himself against her entrance. His eyes never left hers when he slowly entered her with ease. 

Y/N moans, the feeling even more intense because of the effect of the powder. Snape’s mind went blank for a moment, his body shuddering against hers as he finally became completely enveloped inside her. He let out a strangled moan, struggling to keep any form of control as he starts to thrust. 

“Faster.” She says with a small moan. She needed more. He didn’t respond verbally, but his body reacted automatically, his hips snapping against hers as he fastens his pace.  

“Yes...”Y/N moans again as he speeds up his pace. 

It didn’t take long for Snape starts feeling her tightening on him and he knew she was getting closer, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hear she coming for him. He was breathing hard, his mind lost in the sensations as he continued to move against her, his pace growing faster and more desperate. 

The sounds of their moans started to get louder as did the sound of their skin against each other. Y/N couldn’t hold back anymore. Her orgasm hit her harder than any time before. Her back arched and her eyes rolled from the intensity.  

Snape felt the clenching around his cock and it didn’t take long for him to cum, spilling his hot seed on her.  

The aphrodisiac finally stopped working as she tries to control her breath. She felt relief like she never felt before after being so affected by the powder. She finally found her voice to speak “Thanks...”  

He looked at her as he pulls out of her, his breathing still coming out in harsh pants as he spoke “You’re…welcome…” Y/N suddenly started laughing, confusing Snape. It was almost absurd that a situation like this ended with her laughing, but here she was “What’s so funny?” 

“I can’t believe you just fucked me on your desk.” She says between her laugh.  

He chuckled, his expression still a bit amused “You find it funny that we did it on my desk…and not the fact that this whole situation occurred because you were affected by an aphrodisiac?” 

“That too.” She says, chuckling and slowly getting off the table.  

Snape chuckled again, watching as she slowly stood up. He quickly reached for his wand, cleaning the mess of the desk before speaking “I suppose this means the aphrodisiac is no longer a concern, then?” 

Y/N nods, grabbing their clothes from the ground and giving his to him.  

He takes his clothes back, a somewhat awkward feeling beginning to settle as he began re-dressing, not looking at her “And I assume you’ll want to forget this whole…situation, yes?” 

She did the same with her clothes “I...” 

As she spoke, he paused, his hands stilling at the button of his shirt as he finally looked over at her with a slight raise of his eyebrow “You what?” 

Y/N looked at him, all dressed “It would be too bad if I said I don’t?” 

Snape paused for a moment, his heart giving a slight flutter as he heard her words “Are you…saying what I think you’re saying?” She looked at him, apprehensive of his reaction. Maybe this was one side thing. He held her gave for a moment before walking over to her and kissing her. The kiss was different. It was more gentle, more soft. He finally pulled away, his hand coming up to play with a piece of her hair "Remind me to thank Lupin for being an absolutely moron." 

[fandom-puff]

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.

[halfbloodfics]

let me get what i want - part 2

A/N: {i made you guys wait MONTHS for this and i'm still getting comments about a part two so here u go xox}

18+ minors dni

rating/tags: explicit, smut, soft smut, gentledomfem!reader, sub!snape, snapes first time, praise, lil bit of aftercare shown, insecurity, lil angst, sev is touch starved af

song: please, please, please let me get what i want by the smiths

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

It had been weeks since Severus... Indulged.

In those weeks, he couldn't bear to even spare the Herbology professor a passing glance. Not in the hallways between classes, not at the professors table. Nowhere in the Castle or hell, nowhere on God's green Earth, would Severus look that woman in the eye ever again.

He pretended not to notice the way she'd begun to look at him with concern, or even worse, with disapointment, as the weeks progressed. But hidden deep down, he knew she was confused and hurt by his sudden change in behaviour.

But why wouldn't she be hurt? They had gone from conversing nearly every single day, something Severus had done with no one, to not talking at all. Not only that but he had even been brushing her off, blatantly ignoring her. She used to bring him small gifts, offerings almost; and he would invite her into his office under the guise of strictly professional meetings. Brew her tea out of politeness, surely nothing more. But lately, he had been sending her away at the door. Closing it in her face. Shutting her out.

But the truth was, he just couldn't look at her.

Severus spent that night the same he had for the past several weeks, alone in his office, buried in papers, trying desperetly to ignore the storm of feelings brewing inside him.

However, a knock sounded at the door.

Peeking through his long, black hair with repressed hope, he spoke: "Enter."

When she entered, Severus didn't know whether to feel relieved or annoyed.

There she was, in that damnable shade of yellow that for reasons unknown to him had begun to plague his dreams. Standing almost nervously, she closed the door behind her and stepped only a few feet forward into his office.

"Good evening, Severus." The way she spoke was soft, timid but somehow assured at the same time.

Severus gaze dropped back down to his papers, as if he could even focus on them with her standing right there.

"How can I help you, Professor." He spoke, voice cold.

The silence that followed was defeaning. Only the gentle bubbling from various cauldrons across the office filled the room.

"I came to apologize."

It was then that Severus looked at her, really looked at her. She was fidgeting with her fingers, holding them in front of that yellow dress, looking at him with a truly apologetic expression. Her eyes, which he had grown so accustomed to looking up at him brightly, now looked tired and sad, staring across at him from the stiff room.

Severus stared at her for a minute, as if commiting every detail of her face to memory as remedy for what had occured.

She took that as her cue to speak, "Severus. I think I upset you, a few weeks ago. I was trying to be kind.. And when I called you a friend, I meant it-"

Severus looked away. She stepped closer.

"But I didn't mean to upset you. And Severus, frankly, I don't regret it. I do consider you my-"

"Stop," Severus murmered, his gaze cast on the papers in front of him.

"Friend. You are my friend. And I'm sorry that upsets you for some reason. I'm sorry the idea of being friends with me is so horrible that you can't find it in yourself to speak to me for weeks-"

"Stop." Severus murmered, a little firmer this time, his gaze remaining unmoved.

"No you shut up and listen." She snapped.

And shut the fuck up he did.

Severus head snapped up, staring at her in plain disbelief. She raised her voice. Actually raised her voice.

Why isn't he furious? Why isn't he yelling back? Why are his pants tig-

She stepped forward, the look on her face both pained and frustrated. "Severus. You are my friend. You might very well be my best friend. And I know that you might not even like me very much, but I happen to like you. So why can't you just tell me what about me is so intolerable that you push me away so hard after I call you a friend?" She spoke, her voice lower now, but still firm.

Severus hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it again.

What could he say?

But she only continued to look at him with that expectant expression on her face. She wanted an explanation he couldn't give her. But he was backed into a corner, for the first time in years, no control in his hands. No power. Just... her.

He swallowed, spoke lowly: "You are not intolerable..."

She blinked, now even more confused.

He sighed, reluctantly realising he must elaborate, "Only you are."

When he met her gaze again, he watched as her expression shifted, changing from confused to... understanding?

She blinked, stepped forward again, closer to the desk where he sat. Her eyes widened, lips parted, then closed again.

And then she said possibly the worst thing she could have: "You're frightened."

Severus clenched his jaw, stood up from his chair at once, now towering over her.

Control. He needed control. "I am not a coward."

Something shifted in her again, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stepped forward, now directly in front of the desk across from him. For a moment, Severus considered backing up, then immediately scolded himself.

She whispered: "You aren't?"

Severus clenched his jaw, straightening his back. "You know I am not."

Her head cocked as she rounded the table, walking closer to him. Without even comprehending it, he slowly began moving back, the action unknown to him until the back of his head hit the wall.

She looked up at him, smirking almost, only inches away from him now. Like a predator toying with its meal, she gazed at him with wicked amusement.

"Severus," she started, almost teasingly.

His breath hitched.

"Severus, did I ever tell you, how proud I am of you for that that Polyjuice potion you brewed a few weeks ago?

His stomach flipped, cheeks flushing crimson without his permission. Severus opened his mouth, but she spoke again.

"That must have been... truly difficult. Really. I heard those potions take weeks. But you did, so well. In fact, no one can do it as good as you can." The smirk on her face was growing now as she stepped impossibly closer.

Breathe. He couldn't. Breathe.

How. Do. I. Breathe.

He didn't realise he was practically panting until he felt his own breath against her lips. She looked up at him, having to crane her neck to do so. "Is that it, Severus?" She whispered. "Is it my friendship that scares you so much? Or is it my praise?

He stopped breathing.

Her lips grazed his, whispered: "Or is it my touch?

At the same time, her fingertips began to trail up his arm, her touch feather light. At this, Severus found his breath, gasping slightly, looking down at her with his mask completely fallen. For the first time in his life, Severus allowed himself to be completely powerless at the hands of another. While others had controlled his entire life, Dumbledore, Voldemort, this was different. This was... welcome.

He allowed her to put her hands on his chest. He allowed her to back her up against the wall even further. He allowed her to crash her lips against his own.

The sound that came from his lips as they met hers was practically a whimper. He felt his face flush and the growing smirk on her own lips as they continued their kiss.

Her movements, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the way she bit and flicked her tongue against his. She was as hungry as he was. Starved.

Panting, she pulled away and looked up at the mess he had become. His pale skin flushed, hair a mess, chest rising and falling rapidly as his lips parted, searching and failing to find the words.

She whispered, finding them for him. "Do you want this, Severus."

He stuttered, "t-this?"

Her lips grazed his neck and his legs buckled. "Me. Severus do you want me?"

She pulled back then, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitance or reject. Instead, she found only desire and the fear of it. The understanding that the fear, the cowardice, he'd exhibited had only been derived out of desire.

Severus nodded, murmered, surprising himself with how steady his voice sounded "I do."

She smiled softly, hummed as if the answer had pleased her greatly. "Sit," She murmered against his ear.

Severus found himself obeying quicker than he'd like to admit. His hands found the seat of his arm chair as he sat down, using all his strength not to shake as he did so.

She stood directly in front of him, her long fingers working at the buttons of her yellow dress, un-doing them.

He swallowed.

"Severus Snape," She murmered, continuing with her buttons, "Potions master. Veteran of the first Wizarding War. Looked straight into the eyes of Voldemort and lied to him. And who am I?" She paused with her buttons, looking up at him, "The newest Herbology professor? Half your age? A foot shorter than you? Do I frighten you, Professor."

His breath hitched as she slid the dress off, standing before him in only her undergarments, a black bra and panties. It shocked him, the image of both her near naked body and the colour of her underwear. Of what was really hiding underneath that insufferable colour of yellow. Even in those fantasies, the ones with his hands deep in his trousers, even then he didn't come close to picturing... this.

Her fingers reached back, unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor at his feet. His eyes wide, glued in place, he couldn't look away if the Dark Lord himself cast the imperiatus curse.

"Professor," She murmered, "Do I frighten you."

"Yes," The words fell from his lips in a shaky breath.

She fell to her knees, looking up at him with her hands on his thighs.

"But you're being so brave, Severus. Aren't you?" She murmered, placing a small kiss on his knee.

He gasped, nearly jolted, hands gripping the armrest so tight his knuckled turned white.

I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I'm hallucinating. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I actually died and this is heaven and at some great mistake I'm here instead of down-

There.

She kissed up his thigh, relising in each gasp as she did.

Severus panted, looked down at her as her hands found the buckle of his belt.

"W-wait," he said suddenly, voice shaky.

She stopped her movements immediately, looking up at him.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "If you.. do that... I won't... I can't.."

She spoke softly, "You won't last?"

He swallowed what remained of his pride, met her dark gaze. "Yes."

He expected her to laugh, or maybe to be annoyed, frustrated. Instead she nodded, still holding that soft look on her face as she stood again, looking down at him in the chair.

"I'll last long enough for the both of us then." She said softly, dipping her fingers into her panties and pullling them down to her ankles, kicking them to the side.

Severus could have died right then and there. His eyes widened, jaw weak, as he looked at her, fully naked before him.

Softly, she spoke again, "Have you ever touched a woman?"

He swallowed, shook his head.

"Would you like to?"

He nodded.

She took his hands then, saying nothing of the slight tremor of them and placed them gently on her hips. Whispered, "There... Just like that. That's it."

His breath hitched. She was so much, softer, warmer, than he'd imagined. Even through the callosus on his fingers, he could feel how soft she was. Like a balm on aching skin..

He looked up at her, suddenly very aware his hands were on her and unmoving, yet unsure of what to do.

Her smile was gentle. "There you go. Touch whereever you'd like Severus."

Severus eyes raked over her naked body, commiting it to memory in case he really were about to wake up. He'd dreamt of this how many times, been tortured by the idea of it. But with his hands, physically, on her.... He wanted to touch everywhere.

He began to move them, hesitantly, gentle touching her as though she might break under the weight of his fingertips. When his hands found her breasts, her lips parted, his own breath hitching as though he was recieving her pleasure.

She watched, gaze soft, as he began to hesitantly caress and feel her. When his thumb traced over her nipple she sighed softly, causing Severus's breath to immediately hitch.

His gaze alternating between her breasts and her face, Severus allowed his hands to move on their own accord, trailing down her rib cage. His fingers ghosted over each bone, patiently tracing each bone. They continued, moving down her stomach, past her navel, to her hips.

"Do you want my help?" In any other scenario Severus would have scoffed, maybe even snapped. An offensive, degrading question.

But the word that fell from his lips was "Yes."

So she did. Gently, she took his right hand and guided it between her legs.

Severus gasped softly, staring at his hand where it met her, unmoving.

"Explore, Severus," She murmered, "It's alright."

He swallowed, allowing his fingers to tentatively brush against her wet folds.

She's so.. Warm.

He racked his brain, trying desperately to remember his school days. He'd been tortured nightly by hearing all about Lucius conquests, late at night in the dorms. He tried to remember what he'd said.. How he'd pleasured them..

I never thought I'd wish I'd paid more attention to Lucius sex tales.

He remembered one thing though. Trailing up his middle finger, he carefully pressed it against the apex of her core, at the very top. She gasped, and his head snapped up to her face.

"Are you hurt?" He whispered, stomach dropping.

She smiled, laughed breathlessly. "No, Severus. That felt good."

Oh.

Oh.

He looked back down at her, carefully, unsurely, began to move his middle finger in soft circles on her clit.

She gasped, gripped her shoulder, balencing herself on him and he nearly bit back a moan.

She was gasping for him. Moaning for him. He was bringing her pleasure, he was-

"So good..." She moaned, tilting her head back, "Fuck Severus... That feels so good..."

He exhaled shakily, picking up the pace just a little bit and watching her reaction as her hips bucked slightly forward. With that, he pressed his finger a little harder.

The sound that left her lips couldn't have been compared to any of his dreams.

She moaned, panting, grinding slightly against his hand while he worked her until she suddenly stopped and looked down at him, flushed.

"Switch places with me." She said.

Severus began to move before he asked why. Kneeling down before her now as she sat in the chair, he looked up, finding his face eye level with her dripping cunt.

"Do you want to taste me?" She whispered, reaching down to trail one of her hands through his black strands of hair.

He could have came right then and there but he closed his eyes, steadying himself until he felt ready enough to look up at her, at which point he nodded.

He pushed her legs gently to the side as if frightened he might hurt her. Inching forward, he looked up at her.

"Kiss up my thighs first," she whispered, "tease me a little."

Severus obeyed, leaving gentle, soft kisses on her inner thigh. Fuck. It was the first time he'd ever kissed a womans body. And he was on his knees. His bloody knees. In his office. For a woman half his age.

Still, he kissed gently, sucking softly and licking up her thigh. He wasn't exactly sure where this sudden knowledge or confidence was coming from. It was as though he was running on autopilot, straight instinct.

He stopped just in front of it, looked up at her through his eyelashes and found she was breathing just as heavily as he was. She nodded.

With that, Severus gave a small lick, breath hitching as she gasped and gripped the armrests beside his head. Again. A small lick.

The groan that left his throat surprised even him.

She tasted... Addictive.

Something inside him snapped and he attatched himself to her, licking and sucking messily at her. He wasn't sure what he was doing, other than to focus on that same particular spot from before that seemed to make her gasp, and that certainly seemed to do the trick.

She arched her back, gasping as her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Severus," She moaned. It took all of his will to focus, continuing to eat her out feverishly despite the painful strain in his trousers. He wanted to reach down and palm himself right there, but stopped out of fear of this finishing too early.

He flicked his tongue across that spot again. Her back arched. Again, she moaned his name.

Again. Again. Again.

Studying her responses, her gasps, her body like he was studying for the most important exam of his life. He panted against her, his grip on her thighs tightening as he continued flicking his tongue in that way.

She tossed her head back in pleasure and Severus watched every moment of it as she squirmed and panted. Her face contorted in bliss, she panted out his name.

"Severus fuck... That feels so fucking good..."

He moaned, dipped his tongue into her entrance and moaned as she did.

"Yes.." She panted, "You're doing so well... Just like that.. Fuck you make me feel so good."

Severus felt dizzy as he began flicking his tongue again, alternating between long and small strokes, trying to best decipher which she liked the best.

When he found her body jerking more at the quick, rough licks, he licked his way back up to that particular spot and began doing so in quick, rapid succession.

A moan tore from her lips, the loudest one yet as she gripped his hair. Severus whimpered, latching onto her, sucking and flicking his tongue across her desperately.

Her thighs began to shake around his head, her breath coming in quick pants.

Was she...

"Close," She moaned. "Fuck Severus, you're going to make me cum."

He moaned, nodded against her, continued with even more urgency.

He needed it. Needed to make her feel good, for her to cum. For her to cum on his tongue. Needed to taste it. How her release felt when it was him who was drawing it out of her. He needed the satisfaction, the pride.

He gripped her thighs a little tighter, hummed.

She gripped a fistful of his hair even tighter as she grinded against his face, desperately chasing her release.

"Severus fuck.... Like that, like that... Don't stop.."

He would never stop. He could stay here like this all day if she wanted him to. If she kept saying those words to him, kept making those sounds.

She whimpered and shook, and Severus didn't need to know much about sex to know she was cumming. He continued lapping at her until she was done shaking and whimpering, until her breath began to come out in slower pants. Only then did he pull away, chin and lips glistening as he looked up at her with clouded eyes.

She panted, catching her breath and released his hair from her grip.

"Fuck.." She gasped. "Fast learner."

He smirked ever so slightly, almost pridefully, his grip lessening on her thighs as he absent mindedly tracing small circles over her hips and thighs.

"That was," he started, "you're... you're beautiful."

She smiled, still panting, as she tiled his chin up to look at her as she stood.

"Get in the chair." She murmered.

And once again, Severus found himself complying.

When he was in the seat, his hands found the armests as she stood between his legs. Her hands made quick work of his zipper, undoing it and pulling his pants down only slightly.

Severus's breath hitched. Suddenly self concious of everything. He didn't expect this... What if she didn't like the look of him? What if she was disgusted? Worse, what if she laughed?

He watched, frozen, as the corners of her lips didn't turn up into a smirk as she pulled him out. Instead, her tongue darted across her lips, exhaling heavily as she held him in her hand.

"You're beautiful," She murmered.

Severus felt dizzy. Her hand, she was touching him. Touching him. There. Calling him beautiful. There was no malice in her voice, no surpressed laughter, no mocking tone. Only honesty... And need.

He looked up at her, almost vulnerably, his breath coming in quick pants as she stroked him. Her hand was smaller than his, softer, warmer. If she kept up with this... he wouldn't last.

As if she knew, she straddled him, hips hovering just above his. With a gentle hum, she tucked his sweaty hair behind his ear. "Do you want this?" She whispered.

Severus could have said no. He could have shook his head and he sensed she would respect it. But he also knew he couldn't... Wouldn't forgive himself he denied himself any more pleasure. Especially from her.

With a shaky breath, he whispered: "Please."

A soft smile and a gentle kiss on his forehead, she sunk down slowly on him.

The gasp that flew from Severus's mouth shocked them both. His hands flew to her waist, holding her in place when she had sunk down on his entire length.

Holy. Shit.

She was warm. And wet. And tight. And beautiful.

He was breathing even heavier now, his fingers digging into her hips as he maintained eye contact. For once, when he looked at her, for the first time in weeks, he let his guard fully down. Perhaps that was the first time he'd done that in his life, allowed someone to truly look into his eyes and find some truth behind them.

She held his gaze gently, as though she were holding something delicate, sacred. "Severus," She whispered, "It's okay. You're okay."

That seemed to break something in him, he swallowed, nearly whimpered. "Please..." He whispered.

She didn't make him say anything more. She knew what he needed. Her hips began to move, gently, slowly at first; rising up and down in slow, fluid motions.

Severus's legs shook, his breath hitched.

Merlin. He could die now and be perfectly happy.

Then, she moaned softly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his neck, planting soft, gentle kisses as she continued to ride him.

It was too much. Her kissing, her moans... The feel of her hands in his hair and rubbing his back... The feel of her tightening around him.

He panted, his own hands gripping impossibly tighter on her hips as she began to move faster, bucking her hips against his.

The moan that flew from his mouth was obscene. Loud, deep. He moaned her first name, saying it out loud for the first time with a desperate edge to it he was too far gone to be embarassed about.

It only seemed to spur her on. Moving faster now, she bounced on him, kissing his neck, whispering in his ear. "Fuck Severus, you're so big," She murmered, "Feels so good."

He panted, eyes squeezed shut. Any sembelence, any last ounce of control fled him as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, his head leaning back against the chair as she rode with a fierce intensity.

"You're so handsome like this Severus... All needy for me," She whispered, her breath hot against his neck as she panted.

His hips jerked, rising impatiently to meet hers as shame completely abandoned him. "Pl-please... I.. I can't.."

She hummed against him, not slowing down. "I know baby. Do I feel good?"

The nickname alone could have made him cum. He nodded desperately, his hands shaking against her hips, head thrown back in shamless pleasure. "T-too good... I.."

"Shhh," She murmered, grinding against him even faster, "I've got you baby. Let go for me."

If he was thinking clearly, he might have considered pulling out. Or in the very least asking where he should cum. But in that moment, sweaty and dazed, her naked body on top of him, riding and praising him.. His mind only echoed her name.

Shaking, he tilted his head foreward, resting it against her shoulder as if he needed the support. The tightening in his lower abdomen grew and with small, quick whimpers, he came into her, his hips jerking and stuttering.

She hummed, panting as she slowed down, kissing up his neck to his cheek.

For what felt like an eternity, Severus stayed completely still, leaned against her, catching his breath. He felt as though he were floating. Half out of his body, half in it. As though he were in a dream. No potion could brew this. No spell could conjure it. Only her.

She kissed his cheek one last time before rising off him. He hissed in sensitivity as she slowly got off, tucked him gently into his boxers, leaving his pants unzipped.

Severus panted. The absence of her touch seemed to jolt him from the daze and he suddenly became very aware of what they had done, what he had allowed himself to do.

He couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"I'm sorry," He panted, the words sounding weak, "I'm sorry-"

He wanted to continue, but she tilted his chin up and forced his gaze back on her. On her face there was no disgust. No regret. Only a gentle expression he couldn't quite place.

And then she kissed him.

It wasn't like earlier. Not a hungry, passionate, needy kiss. It was soft, gentle, careful. Her lips grazed his delicately before she pulled back and met his widened eyes.

"That was incredible," She whispered.

His stomach flipped again but he remained still.

She straddled him again, though once again in a completely different nature. Her weight resting gently on him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Severus blinked. Blinked again. He didn't realise he was crying until he felt the tears against her hair as she hugged him.

For awhile, they sat there in silence. She rubbed his back, rubbing in small circles and playing with his hair. She kissed his cheek and assured him that she enjoyed it, asking him if he did as well.

He did. He so did. And he didn't fully understand why he was so overwhelmed, so emotional. But so much was happening all at once. He'd had sex for the first time with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, pleasure, lust.... love.... These feelings were foreign to him. Believed for so long to be out of his reach.

And all of a sudden they were all in his hands.

They stayed like that for awhile. Her hands gently massaging as she whispered assurances in his ear. When she finally pulled back, she looked at his glossy eyes and smiled softly.

"Can you stop avoiding me now, please?" She said, smirking.

He exhaled shakily, nodded. For a moment he looked at her and then felt a small smile tugging against the corner of his lips. He allowed it.

"I will.. Try." He spoke at last.

She kissed his forehead again, whispered against it. "Thank you."

Severus sighed again, melted in to her touch and her whispers. For once... Maybe he could allow himself the liberty of pleasure. Maybe he could get used to the feeling of her. He wasn't sure that after tonight he could ever go back to an existence without her touch. If he had gone his life without it, perhaps he could've. But to have had it and to lose it again...

"Stay," Severus whispered. "Please."

The look in her eyes when he met her gaze was soft. She nodded, trailing her fingers up and down his arms as she spoke, "I'm staying."

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I choose you [part 1]

Young Severus Snape × Slytherin Reader PART TWO

Summary: When Severus learns of y/n's engagement to Regulus Black, he thinks he will be alone forever, but what he doesn't know is that y/n will always choose him.

Contains: Angst, James Potter and Sirius Black bullying Severus, sad Severus, Severus thinking he's not good enough, y/n defending Severus, fluff and a happy ending.

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Severus Snape was used to being alone. He preferred spending hours locked in the dungeons with his cauldron to being in the noisy common room or the stifling Great Hall.

At least potions were predictable and easy to deal with. Students, on the other hand, always had ulterior motives when they approached him.

Staying alone was much better than going to Hogsmeade; he didn't have to pretend he didn't feel the disgusted glances thrown his way or hear the insults whispered as he passed by.

"What do you have there?"

A gentle voice made Severus look up from his book. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of y/n.

Perhaps he didn't hate everyone's company after all.

"Shouldn't you be in Hogsmeade?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I got bored after a stroll." y/n dragged a chair in front of him and sat down. "It's always the same every year. If I at least had good company, it wouldn't be so bad, but the only one who can carry on a decent conversation prefers to lock himself in empty classrooms."

Severus raised his book, covering his smile. Even so, the fleeting gleam in his usually expressionless eyes betrayed him.

"It's not my fault your other friends are idiots." He stopped fighting the urge to admire how beautiful her face looked illuminated by the torch; it was impossible when she was so close to him, smiling as if his presence wasn't unpleasant.

"You think everyone is an idiot compared to you."

"Obviously." Severus raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the book.

It was a lie. He didn't think everyone was an obnoxious idiot, at least she wasn't.

"So, what is it this time?" she asked, resting her chin on her palm with her elbow against the desk. "Perfecting a potion or a new spell?"

"As if you cared." Severus rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Draught of living death. I'm fixing the instructions."

"So?" Y/N nudged Severus's leg with her foot and looked at him expectantly.

"Stop pretending to be interested" he grumbled, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "The quantities in the book are wrong. It should be eleven pints of water, not sixteen, and chop two Valerian roots instead of three. It also doesn't clarify that it's best to chop the rest of the roots once you get to step six, not before. Oh, and Sopophorous beans are best crushed with the silver part of the dagger instead of chopping them to extract the juice. The dagger should be—"

"A silver one," Y/N interrupted. "I know, you said so last time."

"You remembered?" He couldn't hide his surprise. The book in his hands almost slipped, and he could feel his cheeks getting warm.

"Of course, I listen when you speak." She tilted her head to the side, lifting her chin from her hand. "You look so passionate when you talk about potions that it's impossible not to pay attention. It's fascinating.”

Severus coughed. No one had ever said anything like that to him. People called him a creep because of his love for potions and his interest in the dark arts. They found it disgusting that he was always locked away in the darkness within the damp stone walls with only his cauldron for company.

Y/N found it fascinating? After so many years of being bullied, it was hard to believe.

"You don't need to give me fake compliments to let you copy my assignment." Severus closed the book. "I'll do it anyway so you don't pester me with your annoying whining."

"That was just once!" Y/N put her hand to her chest, feigning offense. "I've already done all my assignments; I don't need your help. But honestly, I like hearing you talk about potions. I learn much more from you than I do from Professor Slughorn."

Severus let out an unimpressed laugh. "Because he's an awful professor."

"I mean it, Sev." Y/N stretched across the desk and slapped his arm. "You're brilliant. I swear, after spending time with you, everyone else is boring and stupid. I wasn't lying when I said you're the only one who can hold a decent conversation."

"I'm so flattered," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

It was all an act. Inside, Severus was trying not to lose his mind because she'd implied she preferred him over everyone else. The last thing he needed was to give himself false hope.

"Only for that awful attitude I shouldn't give you your gift, but I bought it specifically for you, so there's no point in keeping it." Y/N pulled a silver dagger from her robe pocket and offered it to Severus. "I saw it in the shop window while walking through Hogsmeade and thought it would be perfect for you ‘cause yesterday you kept complaining about how old your dagger is. I can return it if you don't like it."

"No!" Severus practically lunged at her to grab the gift. "I mean. I do need one; it would be a waste to give it back."

He held it as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. Carefully, he turned it over in his hand, paying attention to the small snake carved into the handle.

"I'll keep it," he said and put it in his pocket.

Severus lowered his head, his black hair hiding the blush that spread across his pale cheeks. A small flame of hope flickered in his heart at the thought that Y/N might be interested in him.

No. That would never happen.

It was impossible that the most talented and popular student in Slytherin would choose him, especially since she came from a respectable pure-blood family.

"I'll leave you alone." Y/N stood up. "I'm getting hungry anyway.”

"You can stay if you keep quiet," Severus whispered, tightening the dagger in his pocket.

"What was that? Just admit you enjoy my company." Y/n returned to her seat, smiling.

"I said keep quiet.”

×××

Severus couldn't stop admiring the dagger. A week had passed since y/n had given it to him, and he still felt his heart leap every time he saw it.

He guarded it with great care and always carried it in his pocket. The first time he used it, he almost regretted it, thinking he might ruin it; he wanted to preserve it as long as possible, it was undoubtedly the most valuable object he had ever owned.

Another shy smile appeared on Severus's face as he twirled the dagger in his hand. The sunlight reflected off the silver blade, making it gleam even under the shade of the tree.

For the first time in his seven years as a student, Severus didn't notice the looks of disgust directed at him; his attention was focused on his treasure as he waited for y/n near the Great Lake, as he had promised.

"Look who we have here." James Potter ruined everything, as usual. "What do you have in your hand, Snivellus?"

"Fuck off, Potter," he replied, putting the dagger back in his pocket.

"Don't be so rude," said James, kicking a rock at Severus. "I just want to know why you were grinning like an ugly creep."

"I said, fuck off." Severus stood up and drew his wand. After so many years of being bullied by Potter and his friends, he knew it was best to be prepared for the worst.

Sirius Black caught up to James and put his arm around his shoulders.

"You got a problem, Snivellus?" he asked.

Severus didn't say anything. He gripped his wand tightly and tucked his other hand into his pocket over the dagger protectively.

"He was twirling something in his hand like a madman, and I wanted to know what it was," James explained. "But it seems Snivellus doesn't want to show it to me."

"It must be the dagger." Sirius laughed. "Want to hear something funny, Prongs?"

James, sensing his friend's amusement, played along.

"What is it, Padfoot?"

"I happened to see y/n buying the same dagger in Hogsmeade last week." Sirius gave Severus a knowing look.

Severus took a step back, his back hitting the tree trunk. He couldn't let them take the dagger.

"Awww, is Snivellus in love?" James teased. "I feel bad for y/n. I bet she must want to throw up every time you go near her."

"I'll have to tell my brother he has competition." Sirius grinned wickedly. "If he's not careful, someone might steal his fiancée."

James and Sirius's laughter was so loud it reached the lake, yet all Severus could hear were Sirius's last words echoing in his head.

"What?" he asked, clutching the dagger.

"Didn't you hear?" Sirius released James and crossed his arms. "Y/N is engaged to Regulus. Well, not yet, but the ceremony is scheduled for this weekend."

Severus's world crumbled in that instant. Y/N was going to abandon him too.

No. Black is lying, he told himself, but it was too late; the pain had already taken hold of his chest.

James seized Severus's moment of vulnerability to raise his wand. He was about to cast a spell and leave him hanging upside down when someone stopped him.

"Expelliarmus." Y/N sent James's wand flying. "Stay away from him, you prick."

James didn't even have time to react before Y/N kicked him in the groin.

"Fuck!" He fell to his knees.

"You grab your useless friend and get the hell out of here before I do the same to you." She pointed her wand at Sirius.

"Take it easy, love, we were just playing." Sirius winked at her before grabbing James by the shoulders and helping him to his feet.

"Playing? You guys are disgusting. Keep telling yourself you're the hero when deep down you're worse than your brother." Y/N was tired of what they were doing to Severus. "If I find out you're still bothering him, I'll make sure to make your lives a living hell."

"Godric, I'm glad my family disowned me. It must be a nightmare being your husband."

Sirius dragged James, who was still groaning in pain, to the edge of the lake where Remus was waiting for them.

Paralyzed by his galloping fear of rejection, Severus barely registered what was happening around him. He didn't care when Potter cried in pain, nor Black's flirtatious behavior; all he could think about was that he wasn't ready to let go of y/n.

"Sev? Are you okay?" y/n grabbed his trembling hand, lowering his wand.

Why did she have to be so gentle? Why did she have to defend him when no one else would? It wasn't fair that she made him fall in love with her without even trying.

"Is it true?" he asked, freeing himself from her grip. "You're going to marry Regulus?"

Just saying it out loud made his heart shatter.

"My parents arranged the engagement, but—"

"Congratulations," Severus said bitterly. He put away his wand and walked away from y/n.

"Wait!" Y/n ran after him. "Where are you going?"

Severus didn't answer, he just kept quickening his pace, making sure to slip between the students who served as his shield.

Why did I have to fall for her?

×××

Severus lost track of time in the dark, abandoned classroom, illuminated by a single torch above his head. His body began to tremble from the cold caused by the wind coming through the broken window and the icy floor he sat on, yet he preferred being there to facing y/n.

He hugged his legs to his chest and kept twirling the silver dagger between his fingers. In his mind, he replayed the moment y/n had given it to him, the moment when, like a complete idiot, he'd gotten his hopes up.

Severus let out a defeated laugh. It was all his fault for thinking he could escape his cruel fate.

He had always been alone, and he always would be.

Everyone had ended up abandoning him, trading him for someone better.

But he didn't blame Y/N. Severus knew she deserved far more than he could give her.

He was an ugly half-blood with zero social skills and no money. Y/N was the most beautiful, gentle, witty, and brave girl he'd ever met. Being around him would only ruin her future.

His moment of self-pity was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"There you are." Y/N sounded relieved to have found him. She ran to Severus and knelt before him. "We need to talk. Please, don't run away again."

Severus couldn't have run away even if he'd wanted to; his body was exhausted after the hours he'd spent weeping against the uncomfortable stone wall.

"I have nothing to say." He hid the dagger in his pocket and lowered his gaze to his knees.

"You don't have to speak, I'm just asking you to listen." She was practically begging. "The engagement is something my parents decided for me—"

"You don't have to explain it to me," Severus interrupted.

I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know how you're going to marry another man.

"But I want to!" Y/N raised her voice and placed her hand on his knee. "My parents decided this without consulting me. By the time I found out, they had already arranged the date with the Blacks. The point is, I don't want to marry Regulus. I'm not going to get engaged to him."

"But your family." Severus looked up. "They're going to disown you."

"I don't fucking care. I'm tired of them deciding what I should do with my life. I don't even agree with their ideals, all that bullshit about blood superiority. I hate hearing them talk about it." Y/N paused and took Severus's hand before continuing. "Besides, I already love someone else."

Was she in love with someone? Severus's heart sank in his chest. Things were getting worse and worse.

"Is he nice to you?" Severus asked in a moment of weakness.

If he was going to lose her, at least he hoped it would be to someone who would care for her.

"He treats me better than anyone else." Y/N intertwined her fingers with Severus's and smiled shyly. "He's the smartest man I know. He's kind and has a big heart, even though he prefers to hide and pretend he doesn't care. I have the most interesting conversations with him, and I love it when he gets all passionate about potions. The only problem is that he never understands my hints. Maybe I should be more direct."

"Do you mean—" The words caught in Severus's throat.

He must have been dreaming. It was the only logical explanation for Y/N suggesting she loved him.

"I love you, Severus Snape. Do I have to spell it out for you to understand?" Y/N cupped his face and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Now, please tell me I didn't misread the situation and you ran away because you're jealous, or I'm going to dig a hole in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and go live there forever."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to be so dramatic?"

"I'll start digging, then."

Y/N released his face and tried to stand, but Severus grabbed her hand.

"I love you, too," he confessed. "But you shouldn't ruin your life for me. There are plenty of other—"

Y/N interrupted him by pressing her lips to his. At first, Severus froze, but he quickly reacted, cupping her face.

Her soft lips felt heavenly; it was everything he had dreamed of and more. Severus kissed her back slowly, fearing she might disappear at any moment. He brushed his thumbs against her cheeks, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

"I choose you," she whispered as they broke the kiss. "I love you, Sev. There's no one else I want to be with."

Of all the people in the world, she chose him, a broken boy with a heart shattered by all the times he'd been betrayed. Severus didn't feel worthy of her love, but if she wanted to give it to him, he would make sure to cherish it forever.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Severus asked once more, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." She kissed the tip of his nose. "I hope you're ready, because from now on, you're my boyfriend, and I don't intend to let you go."

"Do I have a say in this?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance.

"Of course not," y/n replied. "I plan to show you off in front of everyone."

"I think I can get used to that.”

[severussnapesekitten]

Young!Severus Snape x Reader

——-

I was just thinking about how teenage Snape would feel so seen knowing he had you, his one and only true bestfriend.

After the debacle with Lily you were his space to go to, his selfish and cold heart to turn warm as he listens to you rant about anything and anyone.

And of course you would protect him no matter what, even if getting in front of a hex aimed towards him in the process. You two would laugh it off, those stupid gryffindors he would tease, (regardless if you are one or not) before using some of his legendary knowledge about spells and potions to heal you.

With you, he would be a normal teenager. Drinking, smoking, doing whatever you wanted because of your naive youth.

He had someone to yap to about his fascinations, someone to listen to his endless talking about dark magic. You have warned him a few times to be careful, and not go down a bad path. He has always rolled his eyes and muttered a ‘I promise’ or whatever.

He would shed some tears about the loss of Lily, though you reassured him that she did not deserve such loyalty of someone who stands by while her boyfriend threatens his life.

After graduation you were distanced, separating ways, that is when he realizes he yearns for you, after seeing Lily in that house did he know that he must see you again. He needed to lean on your shoulder and weep.

As years went by being the grumpy potions master, a new professor joined to fit the spot for the new DADA professor, 3rd time in a row. Little did he know it was you.

As you two reunited again, he pretended as if you were a mere old acquaintance, but when in private you two shared the most desperate and passionate kiss. (Ewww yuck)

As you were laying in his bed, sheets covering your bodies, you told him how you only accepted of the job because it reminded you of him, the fascination of dark magic he shared to you long ago.

After that, he swore to never let you go again.

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Omg hiiii sorry my ramblings are not always consistent, and this is just basically a little note but I hope you enjoyed it, im brainstorming ideas as we speak lol 🤥🤥

Currently obsessed with teenager Snape n best friend reader :p