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 :)
Masterlist
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.
—
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.
A/N: I’m alive. Past two weeks have been so stressful, but I’ll be finishing up and posting everything in my drafts soon <3
“You wanted attention.”
That was all he said when he pulled you into his office, your back pressed against the closed door, robes askew, his eyes dark with promise and restraint.
“You paraded around my classroom,” he said, voice sharp, measured, “in that ridiculous outfit, crossing your legs every time I looked at you.”
His hands didn’t move. He didn’t touch you.
“You smiled like you knew what you were doing.”
You did.
Now you sat straddling his thigh in his desk chair, skirt bunched around your hips, your soaked underwear pushed aside. His trousers were still on. His shirt barely wrinkled. And his thigh? Perfectly still.
“Go on, then,” he said, voice like smoke. “You wanted my attention. Now you have it.”
You whimpered softly, grinding down once — testing — and shivered.
He exhaled slowly, arms resting on the chair, like you weren’t currently using him to get yourself off.
“Don’t stop now,” he murmured. “I want to watch you come on my leg like a common little—”
Your gasp cut him off as your hips moved again, slower this time, finding a rhythm against the firm muscle of his thigh. Every roll sent heat coiling low in your stomach. Every little shift dragged friction across your clit so perfectly it almost hurt.
He didn’t move. Didn’t help.
He just watched.
“You look so pathetic,” he whispered, eyes locked on the way your lips parted with every grind. “So desperate. You were so proud earlier, weren’t you? Acting like you were in control.”
Your pace faltered. His hands twitched, resisting the urge to grab your hips.
“You don’t come,” he said firmly, “until I say.”
“Please,” you gasped.
“Faster.”
You obeyed. Hips rocking harder now, chasing that delicious pressure, the heat building fast and reckless in your core. Your thighs trembled. Your head fell forward. Your hands gripped his shoulders for balance.
“Look at me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried—but your body was unraveling, every nerve focused on the friction, the heat, the aching pressure curling tighter and tighter—
“Now.”
You came with a sob, legs shaking, whole body clinging to him as he finally—finally—wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close.
His lips brushed your ear.
“Next time, you’ll ask before teasing me. Won’t you?”
You nodded against his shoulder, breathless, ruined.
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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gang im gonna be completely honest i wrote this at about 1 am, high as a kite after watching deathly hollows pt 2 and crying at snapes death. i barely edited this thing. so if it sucks im sorry but everyone in my inbox is begging for sub snape and i am a listener LOL.
anyways. i missed u. have sub snape being a mess for a pretty lady. me too.
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.
MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
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."
It's the end of October, but I wanted to at least write sOmeTHing for kinktober. Someone recently requested in my inbox with two prompts about Severus having a breeding kink and Severus cumming prematurely. Sooooo I decided to combine both into one :b Enjoy!! (pls repost and comment or i'll cry)
TAGS: Sub!SeverusSnape, Breeding Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Dom Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
It had been a long and tiring week—a feeling that was never unusual in Severus’ eyes. Ungraded parchment that he had been putting off for weeks were stacked on top of his desk in unorganized piles while he sat on the other side of his study, swirling a nightcap in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. His eyes shifted slightly, moving towards the clock hanging on the wall next to the doorway—seven-thirty. You were expected to walk through the door any minute now and Severus could feel himself getting more and more desperate as the minutes ticked by. He hated that he had become this way—a man who now clawed at the armrests of his recliner to distract himself from the pulsing feeling beneath his trousers.
Severus never had much experience with anyone in his thirty years of living and definitely never had any interest in changing that. He had too many priorities and in his mind, the touch of another person was the last thing he needed or wanted. After meeting you, it took awhile for Severus to understand that he was starting to enjoy the caring touch of another person and in fact, he began to crave it. He laid his head back against the headrest of his recliner, placing his palm against his groin in an attempt to combat the aching feeling that was only growing. When the doorknob began to turn, he found himself sitting up immediately in an almost desperate manner, which would have filled him with shame in any other situation.
His eyes locked onto you the moment you stepped through the doorway and began unbuttoning your cloak to hang up. Your eyes drifted across the room, seeing Severus leaning back in his chair while not letting his dark eyes leave yours for a second. A small smile crept onto your face, knowing exactly what was wrong with the man you loved so dearly. For the first few months in your relationship, it took everything to get the man to not wince at the feeling of your touch, and now it is all he wants. And who are you to deny him that?
You unbutton the last of your cloak, pulling it off and tossing it on to the coat rack behind the door before slipping your boots off. You take your time crossing the room, stopping to light a candle and make small comments about what your day was like as Severus sits and listens. When you finally begin walking towards the recliner, Severus sits up slightly, spreading his legs so that you can slide perfectly to sit on his lap like you do every evening when you get home.
“Did you have a good day, love?” You asked softly, already brushing your fingers through his hair.
Severus hums at your touch, leaning his head further against your fingertips as he nods once.
“I am now.”
You smile softly at his words, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his temple. Then another. And then another to his cheek. You could feel him shutter against each kiss and his fingernails had already begun pressing into the palms of his hands.
It had taken some time during your relationship for Severus to get used to giving physical touch back, but the more comfortable he had gotten with you, the easier it became. You felt his thumb resting gently on your thigh while rubbing small circles as he tilted his head back slightly to give you more access. You leaned forward, connecting your lips to his neck while lightly swiping your tongue against his cold skin. The moment he felt the small kisses and flicks of your tongue, a low groan escaped from Severus’ mouth followed by a twitching feeling underneath you. You continue to leave small trails of kisses alongside his neck before eventually switching sides while shifting to straddle him completely on the chair.
Severus’ hands naturally moved to rest against the curves of your ass covered by your robes. With a slight shift, you placed yourself directly on top of his hard and covered bulge while pulling away from his neck to look into his eyes. Severus’ eyes were darker than usual as he stared into yours. You could almost see a look of pleading before you finally started to grind slowly against him, feeling his bulge rub against you. The moment Severus felt the pressure, his head leaned further into his headrest and his eyelids had already begun fluttering. Keeping a smooth grinding motion on top of his trousers, you felt his hands move to squeeze your ass in an attempt to ground himself.
“God.” His voice shutters in your ear.
You snake your fingers in between the both of you, already moving to unbuckle the black belt secured around his waist. Severus’ eyes just watch you undress himself, enjoying the feeling of being completely at your mercy. It doesn’t take long for you to begin to shift the sides of his trousers down his thighs as you feel him lift up to let you pull them down the rest of the way. You lift the bottom of your robes above your waist as you move to straddle him again so that your mound, covered by the silk fabric of your panties, is now pressed against his now tented boxers. Your fingers move to the many buttons on his robe as you begin to pick up the grinding motion once more.
“So many buttons, Sev.” You whisper, keeping your eyes locked on to him.
With each shift of your hips, you could feel his fully erect cock twitch inside of his boxers, putting a smile on your face each time. It never took a lot to get Severus shaking and you often took a big liking to that fact. You were proud to admit that you enjoyed watching the normally gloomy dungeon bat writhe under you. You pressed your body down further onto him as you worked your way through the last half of the buttons before eventually pulling the rest of his cloak off. He sat in his recliner in nothing but his boxers and a black tee as you continued your grinding pace on his lap. You felt his fingers snake up your sides, asking for permission to pull your robes off. You lifted your arms, feeling the heavy clothing slip over your head before Severus’ hands returned back to your bare sides, placing gentle kisses against your stomach and your breasts. Your warm body almost stung against his usually icy skin, and the heat radiating from your cunt as you grinded against him was not helping him any.
He felt your hand reach between the two of you once more as your fingertips began kneading at the head of his cock covered by his boxers. A small smile crept onto your face as you felt the slight dampness on his boxers from his precum. Your eyes locked onto his as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“Careful darling..” You hummed, “I just got here”
“Please…” You heard him beg with his voice practically cracking.
You knew what he was pleading for. For a man so used to silence and solitude, letting someone close enough to be intimate was its own kind of surrender. And in all the time you and Severus had been together, you were the only one he had ever allowed to touch him so intimately and each time was like the first. Severus did not like to plead and especially did enjoy hearing himself sound so desperate, but you had a certain way with him that felt like an addiction. Your movements were delicate enough to soothe him, yet deliberate enough to almost sting with each touch and bring him to the edge each time. Severus had always felt ashamed about how quickly he came undone around you. Yet part of him craved that fleeting loss of control that reminded him that he could still feel. And you enjoyed watching every moment of it, feeling satisfied in how quickly you could bring him to the edge.
You moved the hand that was kneading his groin slightly, slipping your fingers through the front slit of his boxers to feel the only warm part of his body. The head of his cock was already dripping with his precum as you swiped your thumb across the tip for extra lubrication. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his as you squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock, causing a low groan to escape from his mouth mid-kiss.
“Please keep doing that..” Severus spoke in a low voice in between kisses.
Your fingers continued to swipe around the base of his cock before moving to squeeze the tip gently, continuing this pattern as you moved to kiss either his lips or the side of his neck.
It had only been a few moments before you began feeling the light twitching of his cock followed by his grip tightening around your waist in an attempt to hold himself back.
“Darling, I-I..” He spoke in between gasps, “Fuck..Please c-can you just..”
You watched him tremble, unable to form words, but you knew exactly what he was pleading for. You had brought him to the edge of his orgasm in only a matter of minutes and he was begging to be enveloped by you completely. With a quick shift, you slipped your panties down your thighs before moving your hands to the sides of his boxers to tug at them, freeing his hard cock. Your legs moved to straddle him once more as you lowered yourself gently to swipe your folds against his cock glistening with precum. His eyes never left yours as he let out a breath he did not realize he was holding in.
“Say please again, love…” You whispered in a low, seductive voice as you hovered gently above him.
Your words made him shudder, but he was far too desperate to stay quiet.
“Please..God please..” His words spilled out in a manner you had only heard in your most intimate moments together.
His pleading felt like music to your ears and the pleasure only increased when you finally allowed yourself to give him what he wanted so terribly. The groan he let out when you finally lowered yourself completely around him was guttural sounding. Severus’ back arched in the recliner, causing his cock to press further against your cervix, making your own back arch.
“I love you” Severus began saying the words in an almost desperate manner, “God, I-I fucking love you.”
Severus did not often express how much you meant to him—emotion was a frequent struggle for him. But in moments like this, the mask slipped completely and you had him in the palm of your hand. His undoing only made your inner walls clench around him more, followed by another low throaty moan escaping from him.
Severus leaned forward in the recliner, shifting himself so that he could sit up straighter to give you more room. Your hips began to grind forwards and backwards in a slow, smooth pattern, feeling the thickness of his cock grind against your g-spot with each shift.
Your hips rocked once, letting out a loud, pleasure-filled moan from your mouth as you arched your back.
Your hips rocked twice, hearing Severus inhale a sharp gasp of air as his fingernails dug into your back.
“F-Fuck I’m..” You heard him gasp.
Your hips rocked a third time, feeling him sit up entirely as his face moved in to press against your chest.
One of his hands moved to grip a handful of your hair–the only sign of dominance coming from him at that moment–and his other hand moved to grip your shoulder, keeping you pressed firmly on top of him. A smirk spread across your face amidst the pleasure. Severus had never used protection with you. The first time the two of you were intimate was after a drunken night where protection was the last of your concerns. Pulling out was something he had never been concerned with. You never questioned him on it, but you knew that he had an insatiable fixation with releasing inside of you.
Severus’ deep desire was never rooted in the fact that he wanted to start a family with you and in fact, he always had a contraceptive potion brewed for you immediately after. But the idea that he could put a baby inside of you made from pure love and adoration seemed to make his heart race in a way that confused and excited him.
You didn’t even get to rock your hips for a fourth time as you felt his hand that had been grasping your shoulder increase its grip. His moans were muffled due to his face being pressed into your chest and you could feel his entire body twitch beneath you. A familiar warmth spread within you, feeling Severus buck his hips into you roughly with each twitch, only increasing your pleasure as his cum spread within you.
His moans sounded like stifled cries as he continued to ride out his orgasm. You bucked your hips a few more times, riding out your own high and bringing him completely over the edge.
“O-Oh fu- god..” Severus managed to moan out, feeling your cervix continue to grind against his sensitive tip.
“Shh..” You whispered, leaning forward towards his ear, “Breathe, love.”
He barely heard your words due to the ringing in his ears and vibrating sensations throughout his body. Your hips continued to buck back and forth as his release continued to pump deep inside of you. With one more swift motion of your hips, your back arched as moans escaped from your mouth and your walls clenched around him, making him shake.
Your body fell limp against him in the recliner and the two of you sat in silence, attempting to catch your breath. His thumb traced circles around your back-–a tactic he used to calm his heart from beating so fast. His hands never left your body as you both slowly came back to reality and eventually, you shifted to slowly lift yourself from his now softening cock, covered in both your orgasm and his. He leaned back in the recliner, breathing in slowly to calm himself as his eyes watched you pull yourself from him. His eyes traveled down your body and between your legs, seeing his orgasm leaking down your inner thigh. His cock twitched once more at the sight as Severus imagined you filled completely with his seed.
His eyes followed you all the way across the room until you finally moved into the bathroom to clean up for the night. Severus leaned back in his recliner, looking down at the position he had been left in–boxers pulled to his ankles, robe thrown to the floor, and his glistening soft cock resting gently against his thigh. His eyes move back to the clock on the wall–seven forty. It had only been less than ten minutes and half of that time was spent with you only sitting in his lap, yet he had come undone the moment you walked through the door. Severus leaned forward, pulling his boxers back over his knees and gathering whatever pride he had left before standing to attend to the pile of paperwork he had been putting off.
Hey, do you think you can write something with Sub!student Snape x fem!teacher reader? I want to see what would happen if roles were reversed as Snape is always the dominant one. I love your writing btw.
Does your mother know
Information: Severus’ never really believed love was in his books, he just didn’t receive it. But its beliefs and whole world are flipped upside down by a certain professor, and he isn’t too sure how to cope.
Pairing: Sub!Student!Severus x Fem!Teacher!Reader
Author's note: ahhh!! First request.. lord i love this concept!! Title is from the abba song of the same name, Severus is about 17-18 in this, yes I know the timing doesn’t really make sense for the songs but IDGAF<3 This may be a oneshot, may be a series, if i like it enough and people also like it I hope I've fulfilled your request Anon<3 apologies if this is too 'heavy'
Warnings: teacher attachment, age gap, brief mentions of depression, self harm, scars, suicidal thoughts, bullying, abuse, parental issues, smut, crying during sexual activity, premature ejaculation, embarrassed, whiny sev <3 (give him a cuddle), overstimulation, mild mummy kink.
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Severus tried, in all ways, to be a 'good boy'. He was born pure, at least he liked to believe everyone was. Though he was starting to believe that was a lie, like Father Christmas, or the Tooth Fairy, you know, those things you told kids so they stayed ignorant for that much longer. He'd slowly began to lose his faith in that sense.
Though, there was [name], Miss [Last name]. His potions professor, and occasional confidant. She was... just.. She made him believe that maybe he was good. Maybe he was just a victim of his situation, his family, his parents, Mother and Father. It made his skin crawl to even consider that though, he believed it a lie. A cruel misguidance of his mind, that guilty pleasure of.. believing he was more then worthless.
Though that didn’t stop that little part of him from getting all soft every time he considered it.
When it came to his professors, he already held an.. admiration. Even when he didn’t like admiring it. They did something he didn’t believe he could do, I mean.. working with children? Teenagers like the marauders? Christ. He got a headache just thinking about it. But for her.. God..
He went well past the usual admiration, it bordered on some form of almost obsession. She cared about him in ways that a lot of people didn’t. (he believed so at least.) She was sort of.. his consolation in a desolate part of his life. That made him extra observant of her, naturally. He knew her favourite tea, favourite books, favourite dinner, favourite records (she always played them during their ‘chats’.) He knew a lot about her life, a lot about her that he believed others didn’t. He’d convinced himself that meant he was special, in some sense. She trusted him with that information, like he trusted her with his.
Their chats had began due to an unfortunate incident in 4th year.
He’d been brewing like usual, it had been the winter, the potions room was freezing and he’d left his robe on.
It had dipped into the half-finished potion and practically disintegrated, she’d quickly dragged him to the sink; washing it off him. His robes had exposed scars on his wrist, she hadn’t said anything, just paused, then carried on cleaning him off. She’d asked him to stay behind. She’d made tea. And just talked to him. About.. everything, and anything. She didn’t push; didn’t force. And he appreciated it. A lot.
So every few days after that. He came back for a chat. They just talked.
He told her about everything. About his family, his mum, dad, his dad’s angry side, how he hated home, how he hated himself, what the marauders did, what Lily did, that he wasn’t sure he was cut out for being good.
But she always reassured him. Told him he was, infact, good. Even if he didn’t see it.
Her words rang in his head a lot, “I don’t believe that good is measured by a person’s conditions. It’s who they are and what they are, what they do, that makes them good.”
He didn’t believe he did anything good but… if she said so, maybe he could believe it.. maybe…
The winter of his seventh year, was cold, and dark, wet. Different. He wasn’t going home this Christmas, he was pretending that he had some form of project but.. he just needed the break.
The bell rang on the last lesson of the half term, which just so happened to be potions, and people began to already pack up
“Alright, listen-“ Professor [Name]’s voice cut through the room, “make sure you complete your break homework, it’s not a lot, people, you have exams soon- please take the-“ half the class we’re already leaving- she sighed “… initiative-.. you know I don’t know why I bother-“ she grumbled and turned back to her desk, organising her papers. That made a smile crack onto Severus’ face as he picked his bag up, beginning to pack up, slower, soon enough he was the only one in the class.
She turned around, looking at him “Something wrong, Severus?” She inquired.
He blinked, a flush coming to his face “oh I-i um-“ his voice cracked- stupid teenage voice- he cringed innerly- closing his eyes and half gritting his teeth “… are you free next? I’d like a talk, if- if you feel up to it- you don’t-“
She interrupted him with a laugh.
An actual laugh, for him, not because he was a total idiot, because she found the concept of refusing ridiculous.
“.. I’ll brew some tea.” She stated softly, getting up.
So they ended up on one of the round tables, a pot of tea heated by one of the cauldron heaters, a plate of biscuits and cakes (she always had his favourite, he was a sucker for anything chocolate.)
A track of 60’s and 70’s hits played in the background, one of her favourites, muggle music, of course, it had grown on him. The particular track playing was ‘I’m not in love’ by 10cc.
He put some milk into his tea, but no sugar.
She put 4 sugars in with some milk, her usual. She sipped it, her tongue laving over her lip as she savoured it “.. what’s on your mind?” She asked as she looked at him.
He paused, tapping his fingers on the teacup “… after… after my NEWTS.” He started “… I’m not too sure… what to do with myself..” he hesitated, before he looked up at her, trying to see what she was thinking.
She looked at him and huffed, stirring her tea “.. you have a very promising future ahead of you, especially one in potions or even DADA.” She said, almost inspecting him “I’ve heard your mock scores are one of the best in the year.”
He shrugged “… they’re okay.”
She scoffed “okay? Just okay? Silly boy.” She scolded, brows furrowing as she looked at him
He dared to look up at her, at her eyes, but snapped his eyes down as he realises she was getting up- oh god no-
She got up, walking behind him, she did this a painful amount during their chats; coming up behind him. He could practically feel his hairs standing on end as she stood behind him, breathing.
Her breath was tickling him, his neck, head. Her hand gently came to his shoulder, rubbing it gently. He tensed, then relaxed, swallowing “Ma’am-”
“What did we last discuss about your perception of yourself, Severus?.”
He swallowed. Not responding. He couldn't, he felt paralysed, like he was wrapped up in devil’s snare with no escape, nothing but to accept his fate.
“Severus.” she reminded him “Speak.”
And he did, murmuring softly “that.. That my perception of myself is… altered.”
He almost felt her smile, the smile she made when he did what he asked, was one he could never figure out.
“.. I believe altered is a little bit of an understatement, don't you, sweetheart?” she whispered
He melted. He was sure he was goo on the inside. He feared he might split at the seams and spill out like a toasted marshmallow.
“Severus.” she reminded, again. In that stern tone.
“I don't- I don't...” he trailed off, swallowing as he felt her hand at his throat, coming to his cheek.
Then he felt it, a rush of blood too quick to stop. He nearly died; he tried to shift, flushing “I don't know-” he said, awkwardly drawing his legs up onto the seat, swallowing thickly.
“Sit properly.” She murmured
“…” he swallowed “… I’d prefer to sit like this-“
“Severus.”
He almost whined, slowly pushing his legs down, looking away in shame.
“..oh-“
“I’m sorry-I didn’t- I’ll- I’ll leave-“ he said, going to hop up and scramble out of the room; hide forever and never come out-… But her hand pushed his shoulder down. “No-“
He paused, looking at her.
She cleared her throat “.. you’re a teenage boy it’s only natural..” she paused, taking a breath, her hand slid down his neck and to his chest; making his breath stutter, she paused, waiting for him to stop her. But he didn’t. So her hand went a little further down; to his stomach. He breathed shakily. This was a dream. It had to be.
Her voice broke the silence. “… Severus.”
His own hand slowly came to her own, interlinking with it, he nodded, hesitantly, then deeply, sharp, shaky nods that set every tone and shade of propriety out of the window. “Please.” He almost whimpered, his voice naught but a gentle croak that he was half sure came from his actual soul.
“I’ve-I’ve never-“ his voice trailed off as he heard her coo a soft ‘shhhhshh..’
What he’d wanted to say is ‘I’ve never been touched like this before.’ But he went to mush at her coo, breathing shakily, trembling as her hand went to his belt, gently undoing it; moving to slowly push his trousers down. She tutted at his grey, wore boxers but didn’t say more; fishing his half-hard, achy length out of them.
He nearly sobbed just at that contact, making a keening noise as she gently stroked him, holding him in her hand like he was something precious, slowly stroking him, pulling his foreskin down, exposing his tip, watching as precum drooled out of his tip; before spreading it over his length. He whined, pressing his head into hers, temple to temple as she stroked him; the only noises her soft breathing and his own, heavy and erratic.
He whimpered “ma’am-“
“Shh-“
“Ma’am-“ he said, louder, almost a shout, before he spilled over her palm, far too soon then he would have liked to. The noise he made was half a sob, arched back into her touch. He tensed like he was actually in pain, and for a moment she believed he was. It didn’t help that as he came down, he trembled and murmured “oh Gods-“ in this little, half strangled gasping voice.
She slowly pulled back, looking at his length as it twitched; still half hard. She blinked at him, looking at his face, all blissed out and morphed into an expression as close as she would probably get to a smile from the boy- she huffed, prodding his tip, making a spark of pleasure to go through him, making his body jolt like an electrified corpse.
“You’re insatiable.”
“..nn..”
She sighed, shifting as she slowly let go of him, drawing a whine from him, his head lazily tilting to her.
She shifted, pushing her underwear off from under her skirt, she was wet, at least from what he could see.
And before he could fully register what was happening, she was climbing over him, into his lap. She shifted; using her fingers and the remaining cum on her fingers to lube his length up, before bringing it to her slit.
He made an alarmed noise.
She looked at him.
He blinked, grinning sheepishly.
She raised a brow.
He cleared his throat “.. two- two things- the- the semen- won’t you-“
“Get pregnant? No, I’ll take a potion after; your cum won’t effect anything.”
He made a face at the word ‘cum’ before he spoke “… I’ve.. never-“
“Do you want this?.”
He nodded.
“… then that’s fine.” She said, before she slowly sank down onto him.
He groaned, making a soft, whiny noise; hands grasping her thighs.
Her pace was soft, lazy, at first. Severus was- fascinated at the sight and feeling of his length slipping in and out of her tight channel. He swallowed- suddenly feeling far too close again-
Perhaps he was far too concentrated on how it looked. He looked away, swallowing. Fuck.
She looked at his face and laughed, her hand coming to his cheek “Severus, baby- you’re fine.” She stroked his cheek “I’m not gonna last forever here.”
That ‘baby’ sent him over the edge. And he keened into her, whining like an overactive puppy; cumming into her. A shout of ‘mummy!’ Ripped from him before he could stop himself; muffled only by his mouth on hers. He felt her squeeze around him tightly. Bringing them both to completion.
They slowly pulled apart, her still on him, the pair panting, just looking at each other.
There was a moment of silence.
Broken only by music.
An ABBA track.
“I can see what you want
But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun
So maybe I'm not the one
Now you're so cute, I like your style
And I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile (smile)
But girl, you're only a child
Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny
Does your mother know that you're out?
And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?”
A snort broke from Severus’, and she joined him, her head on his shoulder.
WORDS: 1K
SUMMARY: Kneeling in your shared chamber sucking, gagging, and suffocating on Severus' cock.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Porn without Plot, Blowjob, Throat-Fucking, Gagging, Suffocation, Choking, Mention of Vomit/Stomach Acid, Mention of Spit, Cumming in Mouth/Throat, Aftercare
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Knees digging into the plush rug that decorates the floor of your shared chamber, lips swollen, wrapped around the firm cock of your Severus. Anticipating its drive back into the soft tissue of your throat, breathing in to quell the panic that arises within your mind just as it does so.
Placing a hand into the wizard's dark robe as if it would calm the beast within him, staring through tear-soaked lashes into the commanding void that is Severus' eyes. Fire crackling fills the silence of them consuming your body and soul, watching his brows furrow in pleasure as the walls of your throat welcome him.
Muscles flexing, constricting around the mass of his cock, pulling a quiet, relieving moan from his lips. Struggling to suck on what length hasn't carved its way down your throat, finding control in the moment with your tongue wet, messaging the underside of his cock.
Grasping the soft sack of his balls, warm against your palm, juggling their heaviness with your fingertips. Bobbing slowly as thick fingers encircle your skull, allowing Severus' hips to thrust, plunging his pulsing cock deeper.
Spit creeping down into your throat, as Severus stills, moaning breathlessly as muscles tighten, causing soft tissue to tighten around his cock. Hissing at the crushing pain that fights to overtake the numbing pleasure your throat provides.
Squeezing his balls as desperation sets in, gagging helplessly, coughing as Severus doesn't budge, prohibiting air from entering your lungs. Acid starting to bubble up your throat, threatening to burst with a harsh enough cough.
Hot tears prickling down your cheeks, using a free hand to hit Snape's thigh, causing the wizard's legs to buckle. Releasing your head, pushing away swiftly, causing strings of spit to stretch from cock to mouth, failing to stay attached.
Leaning to the side, coughing out the spit that made its way into your lungs, all while gasping for air. Barely feeling as Snape's hand cups your cheek, apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, hand gently guiding you to face him once again.
Ignoring his throbbing cock that bounces middle air, to stare into Severus' eyes. Relishing in their encompassing void that prickles heat from your cheeks down, adding to the pool flooding your body heavy.
Mind rotting, leaning into the warm palm of Severus' hand. Watching through fluttering lashes as he sighs, your lips brushing, kissing the thin skin of his hand, following along until his plush thumb lies at the crease of your lips.
Gently, Severus' thumb pushes down, asking for permission back into the raw cavern of your mouth. Studying his mouth as it sets agape, eyes filling with anticipation, cock twitching wildly at the sight of your tongue. Sticking out the soft muscle, allowing him to admire its wet surface, to fantasize its grasp around his length.
Throat clenching, swallowing the thick spit coating it. Driving your head forward, the movement slides Severus' thumb aside for the head of his cock to take its place. Deep moans sing from the man as your wet tongue beds his cock, soft lips encasing its girth. Eyes staying locked as every inch is taken, closely observing as Severus gasps, head tilting to the side with eyes fighting not to roll back.
Bobbing steadily, working to build the climax within him, gradually thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down the length of your tongue. Shakily resting a hand atop your head, more of a self-brace than a push for control.
Grasping the soft sack of his balls again, enveloping their warmth in your palm. Squeezing, messaging the balls that swim inside the thin sack, earning much stronger, grittier moans from Severus' lips.
Fingertips start to ding against your skull, cock dipping down your throat, outside your careful control as his knees buckle. Legs shaking at the familiar feel of soft tissue, slowly losing your control to the greed flooding through Severus' mind.
Grasping at your skull with two hands, gazing into your eyes as he leans in, taking your throat for his own. Releasing his balls for the front of his thighs, grounding yourself as Severus tenderly thrust down your throat with little difference to if he had taken you on the plush bed behind him.
Calming your mind to take the girth of Severus' cock, keeping your jaw open wide in fear of your teeth touching cock. Hearing the man sigh, cock stretching your throat with each thrust that builds confidence.
Pausing mid-thrust, seeking the wet, slick walls of your soft throat engulfing the head of his cock. Fingertips of your own start to dig into dark fabric clothing his legs as a gag creeps upon the moment, tears prickle your vision as it wins.
Head curling forward, gagging as Severus' cock continues to prob the confines of your throat. Tensing muscles adds only to the electrifying feel of pleasure, encouraging the warmth of a climax to build faster. Thrusts growing stronger, sloppy with the control they have over your throat. Hands flying up to Severus' wrists, spit dripping down your chin alongside hot tears, his hands being the only thing that holds up your head.
With a final thrust, stilling deep within your throat, feeding off the way it tightens from gagging. Choking on the white liquid spilling out of the head of his cock, barely hearing the moans that sound from the wizard's mouth.
Releasing you once a tap hits his wrist, allowing you to cough up cum in your windpipe. Leaning over, palms touching the floor rug, no longer caring for Severus' quick movements out of the room and down the stairs. Coming back up with a glass of water, along with warm pats on the back to help.
Once your mind is satisfied, throat comfortable with what liquid is still left behind, sitting back up, grabbing the water he hands you. Drinking it down to quell the roughness in your throat, watching as he gets up, heading into the bathroom, only to come back with a damp hand towel.
Wiping away the dry and wet tears that stain your cheeks, holding an expression of guilt and care for you. Imagining all the promises that race across his mind to never act in such a careless way again, knowing it wouldn't take much to break those once the itch in your throat starts again.
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Follow on from the prologue ‘These Twenty Minutes’ 🤪
Severus Snape x original female character (Eleanor, obviously 🤣)
18+ v v v smutty 😋
5.8k+ words
After spending the twenty minutes between a staff meeting and class unsuccessfully fucking his new human toy, Professor Snape remained in a foul mood for the rest of the day. His brain kept forcing him to relive it; the desperation, the embarrassment, the ruined orgasm. All this being said, however, the memory of looking down and seeing her covered in his untimely release was one of the most arousing images he’d ever seen.
As the day dragged on, with the promise of their next meeting at the end of it, he occasionally allowed his brain to dip into his current fascination; why had how she’d acted and spoken turned him on so much? Turned him on to the point where he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body.
Was it the thought of her having his child like she said? Not exactly… Was it the risk that that could be the end result if they were so desperate that they didn’t use any precautions? Yes.
Regardless, this still confused Severus to no end; he had never lost control of himself like that before. So, why did it turn him on so much?
Was he embarrassed about what had happened in the Potions Cupboard? Absolutely. But was the idea of doing that all over again in a more controlled situation plaguing his every thought now? More than anything nice that had plagued his brain in his life.
Used to blocking emotions and thoughts out, he had managed to do so in regards to Eleanor only marginally, but by the time his classroom was empty for the day, he was starting to wonder how much longer he could wait.
He had told Eleanor to meet him in his classroom tonight but hadn’t given any specific time. To say he had only quite literally exploded a few hours earlier, he was craving release yet again, and the longer the day went on, the more horny he became. Even each time he used the bathroom for the rest of the day, he was tempted to keep his hand around his cock for just that little bit longer. Once his classes were over for the day, his mind ran away with itself, and it wasn’t until he noticed he was palming himself over his trousers that he tried to force himself to put his mind elsewhere.
A knock sounded at his door, immediately heightening all of his senses as he turned to look at it. He stood up and brushed down the front of his waistcoat whilst walking toward it.
Face still like thunder, he opened it and said, “Miss Eleanor, how kind of you to actually follow instruction and comply with my rules.”
“Hello.” She smiled timidly, holding her hands in front of her.
Severus held the door open a little wider and gestured for her to join him inside his classroom. Once the door was closed and they were alone, he said, “I trust you came alone?”
“Just like you did earlier…” She mumbled.
He heard.
“How dare you have the nerve to bring that up in my own classroom!” He spat immediately.
“What, would it have been different if I said it out in the corridor?” She raised her eyebrows, standing with her hands on her hips.
“Why, you arrogant little tart…” He glared, stepping closer to her.
“Would it hurt you to say something nice?” Eleanor asked, arching a brow.
“I’m not entirely sure you deserve it.” Severus shrugged. “Given your performance earlier.”
Eleanor grinned and dared to reach forward, playing with the high collar of his waistcoat.
She glanced at her fingers and then up at him.
“Oh, I thought I excelled,” She leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “Sir.”
Severus froze from the contact before exhaling loudly. Eleanor pulled her head back and flashed him a smirk, now settling her hands on his shoulders.
“Nobody must know what occurred earlier.” A hint of fury flashed in his eyes.
Eleanor snorted—purposefully to cause a reaction. “As if I’d boast about letting Professor Severus Snape fuck me.”
“I’ve a good mind to banish you from this castle.” Severus spoke lowly, trying his best to hold his anger.
Eleanor playfully pouted her lips.
“But not without teaching you a lesson first.”
“Well, we are in a classroom, Professor…” Eleanor now smiled. “It would make perfect sense to do so.”
Severus gritted his teeth and rudely pushed past her, trying not to rise to her attitude. He pulled out the chair from his desk and turned it around before sitting down on it, the stone cold glare still painted upon his face.
“Take your clothes off for me.” He commanded, gesturing to her.
“Right… now?” Eleanor asked, a little taken aback from the abruptness of his request.
“Yes.” Severus nodded, bending his elbows on the chair arms and placing the tips of his fingers together so his hands were presented in a triangular shape. “Right. Now.”
Eleanor glanced down at him and shrugged with an innocent smile. “As you wish, Professor.”
Severus leaned back in his chair and watched as she started to remove each item of clothing. Eleanor glanced down at him and locked eyes as the skirt she was wearing dropped to the ground, leaving her in just her underwear and blouse. Severus’ eyes narrowed and he watched closely as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her now clean blouse. His gaze was in a battle of trying to decide whether to stare at her now bare legs or her gradually parting blouse. Once all the buttons were undone, however, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
“Happy?” She bit her lip.
Severus shook his head. “All of it.”
“But it’s cold in here…” She playfully pouted her lips, but she only protested to try and get a bigger rise out of him other than the one inevitably in his pants.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Severus’ tone lowered warningly, “The temperature in this room should be the least of your worries, Miss Eleanor.”
“Yes, Professor.” She nodded timidly.
That on its own sent a tingle in the front of his trousers, let alone the view he now had in front of him with her completelynaked.
He tried his best to cover up how much this made a change in his breathing and squeezed his thighs together, praying that this small act wasn’t enough to arouse him already.
“Look at you…” He inhaled slowly, drinking in her body. “Just fucking look at you.”
Eleanor blinked hard and watched his eyes wearily. “Is… is that a good thing?”
Severus’ lips parted and he nodded slowly. Silently, he got to his feet and walked towards her, stopping once they were only inches apart. Eleanor bit her lip gently and reached out with one of her hands to lightly brush the back of her fingertips over his flushed cheeks.
“You drive me fucking mad.” He growled, grasping her wrist and pulling it away from his face before smacking their lips together.
Eleanor’s hands immediately snaked around his neck and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair. Severus’ thin, cold hands grasped onto her naked hips and pulled her into him, grunting softly against her lips.
“Do you like what you feel, Severus?” Eleanor whispered, nipping at his lips.
“Mmmh…” He inhaled sharply through his teeth. “I like to be able to grasp what is mine.”
“You like to do a lot with what’s yours, Severus…” Eleanor grinned.
“I do.” Severus pulled back briefly. “It is quite a delicate thing — the pleasures of the flesh.”
“How so?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows, lifting one of her thighs and slotting it between his legs.
“Too slow; not enough.” He taunted his fingertips down her side, making her shiver.
“You’re—”
Severus placed his index finger over her lips. “I’m talking.”
Eleanor bit down on his finger gently, gazing up into his eyes.
“Too fast; ruined.” He continued, pressing down against her thigh.
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you…” She bit her lip to hide a smirk.
Severus’ nostrils flared. “It would not be wise to get clever with me, Miss Eleanor.” He snarled.
“No?” She pursed her lips. “I thought you preferred clever students.”
Severus’ lips curled into a terrifying smile.
“I do.” His lip twitched. “However, you, Miss Eleanor, are not a student.”
Eleanor bit her lip and dared to move closer to him. “What am I, then, Professor?”
Severus placed his hands on her hips and spun them around, walking her backward toward his desk and piercing her eyes darkly with his.
“You are nothing to me but a body.” He pressed her against his desk. “Somewhere or something to put my cock into.” He spoke lowly, pushing his hips against hers. “Something to release myself into.” He lowered her onto the desk and pushed between her legs, towering over her as his tone dropped even more with his lips now over hers, “Do you understand?”
Eleanor felt her breath hitch and hooked her legs around him. “Oh, absolutely.”
Severus desperately pressed his lips to hers, his hands now at either side of her head. Eleanor reached up to unbutton his waistcoat and then shirt, opening her eyes briefly to see either sides gaping open as he remained hovered over her. Severus broke the kiss momentarily to shake the top layer of his clothes off. Eleanor’s hands immediately made a dive for the buttons on Severus’ pants and began to undo them, gazing up at him with wanting eyes. Her eyes met his and she gave him a timid ’can I?’ look, awaiting his nod of approval before pulling his crotch open completely.
“Mmmh, what a treat…” She grinned, her eyes immediately widening when they settled upon the impressive tent in the front of his boxers.
“It’s impressive what effect some desperate whore can have upon me, I’ll give you that.” Severus snarled, watching her eyes as she walked her gaze back and forth over his clothed erection. “But do get on with it, Miss Eleanor.”
“O-Oh, yes, Sir.” Eleanor swallowed hard and pushed his trousers, along with his underwear, down past his hips.
Severus tried to shield a shaky breath whilst his cock snapped upward.
Eleanor’s eyes drifted down to his erection and then back up at him, arching a brow. “Now you get on with it, Professor.”
Severus lowered himself down onto her and stared into her eyes darkly. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to dare to argue but instead her lips were met with his, kissing her fiercely. This was gladly welcomed, as were her legs now being hooked back around him. The difference this time being that they were both completely naked. Severus grunted softly and reached down between them, lining himself up and desperately thrusting forwards. He held himself there for a few moments, breathing heavily against her lips whilst her legs tightened around him.
“Do I have to beg?” Eleanor whispered, pulling at his bottom lip.
“No.” Severus readjusted his hands against the table. “But it helps.”
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much?” She smirked, hovering her lips over his.
“You’re going the right way about being broken in half, Miss Eleanor.” Severus snarled, reaching for her wrists and now pinning them roughly above her head – not a care in the world about what he knocked off his desk in the process.
Eleanor leaned up to kiss him but felt her breath hitch when she noticed he turned his head in disapproval so instead spoke into his ear, “Just make sure you actually get it in me this time, Professor. Hm?”
Severus snarled and kissed her harshly, “Watch your tongue.”
“Oh, I would…” Eleanor spoke between kisses, “Wouldn’t wanna waste a drop.”
Severus inhaled as if he were about to say something, but instead she continued;
“Not when I know how good it tastes.”
That sent Severus’ head spinning.
“Right,” He gritted his teeth, raising his body, “On your knees.”
“K-Kn—”
“Now.” His lip curled in dominance.
Eleanor let out a shaky breath and got to her feet once Severus stood up properly again. She bit her lip as her gaze fell between his legs again, holding onto his thighs as she lowered herself onto her knees. Slowly, she gazed up at him.
“Now what?”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I could write a book on how much you love having your mouth full.”
Eleanor grinned and reached up to wrap her fist around the base of his cock, pointing the tip of it toward her pursed lips. Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line and exhaled in anticipation, feeling himself pulse in her grip. Eleanor leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, eyes closing.
“No,” Severus reached down with one of his hands, grasping the back of her head, “No time for that,” His grip solidified, “Just fucking suck.”
Eleanor parted her lips fully and pushed him all the way to the back of her throat, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Severus gritted his teeth and bunched her hair up in his fist.
“I said fucking suck.”
Eleanor raised herself up a little more and gripped onto his bare thighs, her eyes gradually falling shut as she began to move her head back and forth. Severus let out a heavy breath and tilted his head back, her hair still in his grasp.
“Mmh, being obedient at last…” Severus growled.
Eleanor dug her fingertips into the bare skin on his thighs and flattened her tongue so that it brushed the underside of his length each time her head moved. Severus shivered in pleasure, and when she started to match her movements with her fist whilst concentrating her mouth on the head of his cock, he found his free hand having to grip onto his desk behind her.
“Mmh, mmh…” Eleanor made soft noises with each little suck, glancing up at him every now and again.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart…” Severus spoke shakily, “I need more.”
Eleanor pulled him out of her mouth all except the head which she rested on the tip of her tongue, gazing up at him like a dutiful dog. “More, Professor?”
Severus nodded quickly before reaching down to place both hands on the back of her head and standing with his legs shoulder width apart. He looked down at her and slowly eased himself all the way back into her mouth again, narrowing his eyebrows. His lip twitched and he finally gave in to his desire — tightening his grip on her hair and starting to drive his hips back and forth without a care in the world for the back of her throat.
Eleanor’s eyes watered and she gripped onto his thighs for dear life. Severus let out shaky grunts with each heavy thrust forward, his grip on her tightening.
“Oh, fuck, yes…” he leaned up on his tiptoes, his head now giving in on staying upright as it swung backward in ecstacy. “So this is how it feels when you comply…”
Eleanor made a soft squeal in response, her heavy eyes opening.
The flame in Severus’ stomach began to flicker suddenly—dangerously. He had so many thoughts going through his mind: he didn’t want to stop because it felt so good, but he didn’t want to give in to his own pleasure so soon, and he also wanted her. Like, really wanted her.
He removed one of his shaky hands from her hair and prodded three fingertips against her forehead, attempting to push her away from him.
Eleanor’s eyes opened once more and she gazed up at him to make sure that he definitely wanted her to stop, and not that he had lost his grip on staying upright—she dared not want to find out the repercussions if she had gotten it wrong.
She pulled him out of her mouth entirely with a pop noise. Severus hissed through his clenched teeth, immediately feeling his body scream from the sudden lack of attention.
“Did I do something wrong, Professor?”
Severus shook his head and snapped his fingers together in a motion for her to get to her feet. Eleanor obeyed and stood up, their direct eye contact not breaking.
“Not wrong,” Severus reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “not wrong at all.” he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, bringing her closer to him again with his free hand now on the small of her back. “Just changed my mind. Decided I wanted something… different.”
Eleanor placed her hands against his bare chest and massaged her fingertips against his skin as his kisses grew more fierce. The throbbing desperation of his unattended cock was snug between them. Severus was trying everything in his power to try and pay it no mind, and brush over the fact that he could’ve quite easily burst in her mouth.
Eleanor’s hands slid up to the sides of his neck and scratched their way down his skin.
Severus moaned into her mouth from the feeling. Eleanor felt his cock twitch between them and smirked. Severus felt himself growing even more needy. Her nails assaulted him again. Severus groaned from the back of his throat this time, pressing his arousal against her properly.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered, nudging their noses together. Severus’ tongue traced along her bottom lip as if asking for entry—the most polite thing he’d done all day. Eleanor took a small breath and then dared herself to say–
“To kiss the mouth that’s just hosted your cock, hm?”
She saw his face turn pink for a brief moment before fury took its place. Severus glared at her and gritted his teeth. His breathing changed, and for a few long moments that was the only sound that left him.
“Turn around.” his voice wasn’t angry. In fact, it was alarmingly calm.
“Are you going to fuck me, Professor?” Eleanor’s eyes flickered up to his, biting her lip. Her voice lowered into a whisper. “Are you actually going to fill me this time… Professor?”
Severus’ lip twitched angrily, and it was taking everything in him not to lose his composure—everything in him not to immerse himself in her words, everything in him not to touch himself from the way her words made him feel without even lifting a finger.
He repeated his previous instruction, this time with a little more dominance.
“Turn. Around.”
Eleanor nodded compliantly and did as he asked, turning her back to him but purposefully remaining upright but with the tips of her fingers against his desk.
“Like this, Professor?”
Severus inhaled deeply and traced his eyes down her bare back, staying completely still and silent for a few moments—to Eleanor this felt like forever. Eventually, he took a step forward and brushed her hair over one of her shoulders before settling his hands on her hips.
Eleanor held her breath. She could feel his lips tauntingly close to her ear. His fingertips pressed into her bare skin, one hand tracing its way down her lower stomach. She wanted to brush back against him and feel his warmth pulsate against her back, but equally found it eerily chilling how calm he was being.
His head dipped, and she braced herself for his lips against her bare neck, but this never came—instead, he whispered lowly into her ear,
“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for your Professor.”
Eleanor felt every nerve in her body tingle from his request and complied immediately, her fingertips now holding onto the other side of his desk as she positioned herself over it. Severus’ eyes grew large and his lip twitched, exhaling slowly as he drank in the view he had been craving.
“Everything al—”
“Shut up.” Severus snarled, his hands now back on her hips and drawing them a little higher up. “Don’t talk.”
Eleanor swallowed hard, feeling her palms growing sweaty against the desk.
“I think you’ve said enough.”
Those were his final words before reaching between them and driving his hips forward at a force similar to a heard of one hundred angry centaurs. He let out an almighty grunt, and Eleanor responded by tightening her grip on his desk, unsure if the ‘don’t talk’ stretched as far as not being allowed to verbally show how much she’d wanted this.
“Jesus fu…” Severus’ breath was taken from him completely, hands clamped to Eleanor’s hips as they plummeted forward already at an unforgiving speed.
Eleanor could barely contain herself, she felt like she would combust if she didn’t let out a noise. Slowly, she parted her lips and wearily she began to moan. Severus was far too lost in his thrusts to even scold her for it, and before they knew it, they were starting some impromptu competition for who could make the most noise.
Severus repositioned himself slightly and leaned further over her, his breath now hot in her ear.
Eleanor froze and suddenly held her breath.
“How is that?” he mumbled into her ear.
Eleanor parted her lips to speak but paused to let out a whimper when Severus shunted his hips forward rather harshly. Her grip on his desk tightened. Their sweaty bodies rubbed together.
“Is— this— good— enough—?” he grunted each word with a heavy thrust.
Eleanor nodded weakly and felt herself trembling against the desk. Severus moved his head in a vampire-like motion and sunk his teeth into the crevice of her neck, moaning from the back of his throat.
“S—Sev!” Eleanor gasped shakily, narrowing her eyebrows.
“I’m going to fucking…” Severus drew in a deep breath, “Fucking breed you like a filthy fucking…”
But he never made it to the end of the sentence; his own unforgiving hips almost having a mind of their own at this point.
“Mmmh… careful, Professor…” Eleanor’s eyes rolled back but a smirk was growing upon her lips. “Don’t let your darkest desires run away with themselves. We haven’t taken any… precautions…”
This earned the exact reaction she had hoped for; Severus stood up straight, clamped his hands to her hips, drew them up a little higher, and ploughed his hips forward faster than a Gringott’s mine cart with a breaks failure.
“F…” Eleanor tried to speak, grasping onto the desk for dear life as it rattled relentlessly beneath them. “F-Fill me… I dare you.”
Severus’ teeth seethed. Eleanor’s fingertips turned white from how hard she was clinging on, and if Severus were to hold her hips any tighter, he’d be drawing blood.
“Agh, fuck…” Severus hissed, his face contorting as his body went up in flames of arousal. He pulsed madly with each movement and felt his hands beginning to shake against her hips. “D-Don’t you… tell me… what to do…”
Eleanor’s head dropped forward and she turned it to press her hot cheek to then cool surface. Everything that was previously on Severus’ desk was now scattered on the floor—or had fallen over out of its usual position at the very least.
“Mm, fuck… Professor…” Eleanor’s eyebrows narrowed, enjoying every moment of being shunted against his desk with each unapologetic buck of his hips.
Her lips parted and she slowly opened her heavy eyes, glancing up at his face the best she could from the position she was in. Severus’ eyes were screwed shut, lips pressed together in a thin, white line and only parting each time his jaw locked and he let out a constrained moan.
Eleanor didn’t know whether she dare mention it, or even hint, but it was almost as if he had spent the day working on his self control, not teaching his students.
Severus was well aware that the ticking time bomb of his balls seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to Eleanor, but it didn’t stop his unforgiving thrusts. This was what she wanted, and, being honest, vice versa. He’d been thinking about having her in this position all day.
Eleanor chose her moment spectacularly.
“Did you cancel all your classes and learn how to actually to fuck me properly this time?”
“You fucking dare…”
But words failed him. His thrusts slowed. Instead, Eleanor spoke again.
“Are you going to continue tripping over your tongue, or are you going to tell me the truth?”
Severus flashed his teeth again, snarling from her question.
“What truth?” he spat.
“This isn’t like the Severus Snape that attempted to fuck me earlier…”
“Eleanor…” Severus’ tone dropped dangerously.
“Did you make yourself a stamina potion, Professor?”
Severus saw red. If steam could blow out of his ears, it would have. His hips began to drive forward again. His teeth clenched, and his lips snarled in a way that they were visible again.
Eleanor felt a sudden cool breeze against one of her hips as if Severus had removed one of his hands, but before she even had time to think about it, she felt—and heard echo around the room—the stinging contact that his palm met rather brutally with her bottom.
“P-Professor–!”
“So–! Fucking–! Desperate–!” He bellowed with each harsh slap, skilfully timing them with each rough thrust.
“Ah, fuck! Severus!” Eleanor cried out, trying to compose herself. “S-So fucking desperate for you to cum inside me…”
“When I want, not you!” he growled, though there was no denying that his peak certainly wasn’t far away.
“Ugh, please!” Eleanor whined seductively, now pushing her hips back against his as he moved. “I- I want to see your face as you let yourself go…”
Severus’ mouth dropped open and he was fighting the urge of his eyes wanting to roll back in pleasure.
The truth was, he wanted to see her face, too. Her face whilst he gave her what they both wanted.
“You better fucking behave.” He spoke warningly, trying to disguise his shakiness as his movements stopped once more.
Eleanor whimpered when she felt him step back and break their contact completely. Patiently, despite wanting to scream from how badly she needed him, she waited for her cue to stand up properly and turn around.
“What are you waiting for, someone else to finally be interested in what you have to offer?”
His tone was cruel and vicious, and it even took Eleanor by surprise. Cautiously, she stood upright and turned around, perching herself on the edge of his desk and trying to catch her breath.
“Look at you…” he snarled, immediately stepping forward and between her already parted legs.
“Look at me?” Eleanor spoke uneasily, reaching up to place her hands on his sweaty shoulders.
Severus grasped her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Tauntingly, he nudged his hips forward so that the tip of his throbbing length would brush against her—easily slotting about a quarter of the way in before retracting himself again. Eleanor’s grip tightened on his shoulders and she whimpered softly, narrowing her eyebrows as she gazed up at him.
“Yes, you.” He spat, looking down at her with a glint of amusement on his face. “Sopping wet and fucking pathetic.”
Eleanor parted her lips to speak, but he was inside her again. Her lips remained parted, but only a moan came out. Severus pulled back again, an evil grin now upon his face.
Eleanor inhaled shakily and waited for the shiver to run through her body before speaking.
“Coming from the man who can’t even orchestrate an orgasm inside his own personal whore.”
“Why, you…” he gritted his teeth and placed a hand on either of her thighs, roughly pushing them apart.
Eleanor remained silent but raised her feet onto the desk—now with herself spread as wide as possible.
Severus’ hands gripped onto her thighs tighter and moved his hips forward, taunting her yet again by not giving her all of what she wanted.
He tried to keep his lips together for as long as possible—nudging his hips just enough to push the head of his cock inside her—but it wasn’t long before the small delicate motions were even becoming too sensitive for him.
“Oh, fuck…” he muttered to himself, his palms growing sweaty against her skin.
“Ugh, please, Severus…” Eleanor whined, arching her back in need. “Please.”
Severus’ eyes closed. It was taking everything in him not to let go.
“I…” Eleanor swallowed hard. “N-Need it.”
Severus shuddered and narrowed his eyebrows, his cock twitching angrily each time it was removed. He closed his eyes to try and calm his heart rate from being so on the edge, his hands trembling against her thighs.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Professor…” Eleanor bit her lip, leaning back on her elbows. Then she added quieter, “Not like this morning.”
Severus’ eyes snapped open and he glared at her furiously. Eleanor could’ve sworn she saw the anger bubble up inside of him.
Without word, he started driving his hips forward again at a merciless pace. Eleanor cried out in pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut, but this was very soon cut short when Severus then lunged over her body; one hand slamming purposefully at the side of her head to balance him and the other one clasping around her throat.
Eleanor opened her eyes widely and gladly welcomed his weight on top of her—though the hand around her throat was new. His eyes were like the devil, his teeth were showing firmly clenched together, and if he had grunted any louder, saliva would’ve passed between them without them even needing to kiss.
“S… S…” Eleanor attempted weakly at moaning his name, but the weight of the crevice between his thumb and index finger prevented her from actually forming a word.
Their eyes met. Time felt like it had frozen. It was as if Eleanor had forgotten that Severus’ hand was about to crush her airways. His black pools were mesmerising. Love? Hate? Scared? Would she ever know what was going on behind those eyes? Come to think of it, would he even know?
Severus’ thighs turned to led. Eleanor’s stomach was on fire. It was only a matter of time.
He removed his hand and gripped onto her shoulder. Eleanor gasped loudly as she was raised upright, but barely managed to get her breath back before they were kissing—hard and desperately. Eleanor hooked her legs around him and slid her nails up the back of his neck, shakily grasping onto the hair at the nape of his neck.
She felt him tense and dug her heals into his bottom, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it out slightly—the tugging being helped greatly by the harsh movements of his hips shaking her entire body.
“Fill me.”
“Fucking… Christ…” Severus moaned, his eyes rolling back as his cock gave a threatening pulse.
Eleanor lost her breath even more than when he had had his hand clamped to her throat. She tightened her legs around him even more and gasped in pleasure as they both combusted at once. The tightness of Eleanor’s climax brought on Severus’ even more intensely, and vice versa.
“Fucking, fuck— fuck!” He cried out loudly, veins showing in his forehead as his face turned deep red.
“Mmh, Severus!” Eleanor gasped, her body trembling against the desk as his pounding hips refused to let up riding out their orgasms.
As much as she was rattling against him, her feet remained pressed firmly into him to ensure that she didn’t miss a single drop. Severus’ hips were relentless, the way she was acting making him want to carry on until his cock fell off.
“Ugh, fuck.” Severus exhaled heavily, pressing a clumsy kiss to her lips as his hips bucked forward. “Is…” He swallowed hard, feeling himself twitch from how sensitive he felt. “Is that what you wanted?”
Eleanor nodded, her hands shaking through his sweaty hair as his hips reluctantly came to a stop. Severus broke the kiss and his head fell forward. His lips landed on her shoulder, her lips landed on his neck, and they could both taste the sweat on their bodies.
Even after the writhing against each other’s bodies had stopped, Eleanor’s fingers continued to play with his damp hair, and Severus’ arms remained around her…and for a few long moments, until his brain registered what he was doing, he held her against him. Their sweat moulded into one, their hearts thumped together, and all their thoughts seemed to match.
“Right, well,” Severus cleared his throat and dropped his hands by his sides, pulling himself away, “You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted.”
Eleanor wanted to make a joke about how managing not to bust in ten seconds was what he wanted, but she didn’t. He seemed almost sheepish. Their bodies parted, or peeled apart, more like, and the room remained silent all except their heavy breathing.
“Am I allowed to say how much I enjoyed it?” Eleanor asked timidly, now crossing her legs on his desk whilst leaning back on her hands.
“Whether you enjoyed it or not means nothing to me.” He lied. “Like I said; we both got what we wanted.”
The room fell silent again for a few long moments until Eleanor spoke.
“I can’t get enough of your hands on me, Professor.”
Severus was midway turning around to grab at the pile of clothes on the floor, but this comment made him turn back to her.
“You… liked it when I put my hand to your neck?” He arched a brow.
Eleanor shrugged and nodded at the same time.
Severus’ lip twitched, unsure what to do with this new information.
“Get dressed.” He tossed her clothes carelessly in her direction before getting dressed himself.
Eleanor, much like the rest of the day, did as she was told.
“When can I see you again?” She asked.
“We work in the same school, Miss Eleanor, you will see me every working day.” He narrowed his eyebrows. “Do not ask stupid questions.”
“No, I mean…” She pursed her lips. “Like this.”
Severus glanced aimlessly around the room. “I have some papers to mark for tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.”
“But, you didn’t—”
“Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.” His voice was more firm this time.
“Right,” Eleanor made her way to the door, “Yes.”
“Oh, and Eleanor?”
His back was facing her but he heard her footsteps come to a halt.
“Yes?”
Severus stopped aimlessly faffing with his student’s books and looked up at her.
“No one else is allowed to be interested in you.” He walked over to the door where she was stood and spoke in a gruff tone. “Do you understand?”
Eleanor’s lips twitched into a smirk and she scanned his face, squinting her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her hand and dared to cup his face in it, delicately brushing her thumb across his lips as she spoke,
“Oh, I absolutely understand.” She nodded slowly, genuinely shocked that he was allowing her to touch him like this. “I’ll forever be on your desk… waiting to be spread open.”
Severus’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt an almighty jolt in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the pretend book marking could wait.
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Thank you for reading, and thank you for the ask! I hope you liked it and I'm sorry it took so long to finally write 🫶
