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SEVERUS SIGHTING ALERT
Calling all Snapelovers! I'm now open for one-shot and small series requests!
Pairing alert:
Severus x OC
Reader x Severus
Severus x Remus
Severus x Tonks are all on the menu!
Smut, fluff, and everything in between - I'm game for it! What's your Severus fantasy? Let's bring it to life! (No professor x student please 😭)
Request away, and let the Snape-tastic adventures begin!
Tonight a new chapter will be available, only on Wattpad!
Here's a little hint for you guys🫢
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“Are you alright?” He asked. “Just getting used to your size. You’re quite the man,” I said “It’s been a long time” “Am I hurting you?” “No, not at all” I began to ride him slowly, relishing the sensation of every thrust filling me so deliciously. “Merlin, Y/N. You feel incredible”.
Enter at your own risk. The journey within is not for the faint of heart as the storm does not bring her. It bows to her. She steps through
[Please remember, my story is meant just for an adult audience as it contains smut content and several other topics that may be considered as sensitive by some people]
Hi I’m not sure if you are accepting requests but would you have consider writing a one shot where Snape performs oral sex on a female reader thats very shy and he makes her feel confident enough to open up for him please!
Hi Anon, you are officially the first fan fiction request! How exciting! I went a little down a rabbit hole with this. In my answer both he and reader and demi sexuals who become friends and then it's very suddenly a lot more. I've left open to interpretation how they know each other exactly. Word count 3888 - a lot longer than I set out to write but what can you do?! It moves through me.
Thanks for @5everus as always for beta reading and for giggling with me until our abs hurt.
(Content Warnings: NSFW, Reader has a vagina, fingering, oral sex.)
The Centre of His Singular Attention
Severus and I had been friends for a while, that was clear to me, but not at first. Happy acquaintanceship had slipped into friendship without my initial notice. Then one day we were talking, in spite of the fact that so frequently we would both be silent on the outside of group conversations together. It makes sense then, that the friendship had also slipped into another category without my notice. Slippery little categories.
When he was my acquaintance I’m not sure I noticed his quietly handsome features. The way he carried himself was attractive of course, but I had never thought to think of him as available to me of all people, or to anyone. That man seemed an island unto himself. I am also prone not to notice attractiveness until I know someone deeply. Perhaps I missed the signs of something more due to my density in that regard.
At some point after we had accidentally slipped into friendship, I began to notice how funny he was. That cutting, dry sense of humour that he frequently used to defend himself was present also in friendly conversations begun about books. Somehow these conversations about books had turned into us going to the theatre. Some relationship between the contents of the first book we had talked about and the play. So we went, and that had been pleasant, and suddenly we were seeing plays together.
These plays only seemed to create more discussions. These were not dates; they were mutual explorations of topics through different mediums. After one play we were talking so animatedly that I invited him up to my apartment for a glass of wine so we did not have to cut the dialogue short. When the bottle was long gone, slipped by like the categories of our friendship I found his eyes fixed on me in a way I was not particularly accustomed to.
Perhaps I can pinpoint the moment our friendship slipped. It was that one right there, when he set down his wineglass and fixed me with that determined set of his eyes. It made me feel hot all over. I tried to escape it by taking the glasses to my kitchen sink but when I turned around I found him behind me.
Fleet of foot, he is. Sneaking in around the sides of my heart and the door of my kitchen. Merlin only knows what was said between when I turned around and when his lips met mine, because I do not remember.
His kiss was unlike anything I had ever known to want.
The blood turned around in my veins, seeking the very centre of me. My mind, which had been so occupied by his interesting questions and thoughts had gone suddenly blank except a repeated refrain of wanting more.
I did not over analyse the fact that somehow, I had ended up on my kitchen counter and my legs were around him and I did not doubt myself in my own desirability because it has been so fast. We were both two glasses deep afterall. Unfortunately that fact: those two glasses of wine were the reason he cited for stopping this kiss. He apologised for being too forward, for kissing me without permission. He asked if he had overstepped.
I was all embarrassment at my needy wanting. It was all well and good of him to come to his senses and begin to gather his coat like a gentleman, but Merlin how badly had I not wanted him to. My answers to his worries had been quiet, meek, assurances that his advances had been welcome.
As he went to leave I looked at him for several long seconds and internally screeched at myself for my lack of words. My inability to tell this man that the moment he had looked at me like that I had been instantly made his. I had gulped and run away to the kitchen, yes, but I had also known deep inside myself that I wanted him to pursue me. The escape being only temporary had confirmed the wanting, it was more than a passing glance. He wanted me more than just the wine might have incited.
Now, I stood outside of his house with the book he had leant me in hand. I shifted anxiously foot to foot because the last time we had seen each other we had kissed and he had lifted me up onto my counter top like I weighed nothing. When he answered the door he still had those eyes he had looked at me with last time. Oh Merin. I thought. Keep your wits.
He invited me in for tea and we discussed the book a little. I took off my coat and hat and threw them into an armchair in his living space. I had been here once before but never for any real duration. The living room was situated in such a way that it always felt like it was later than it truly was, the north facing windows and heavy bookshelves made it seem twilight when truthfully the sun shone still outside.
He brought back a tea tray and the brown teapot was to steep away under its cosy for a few moments while we discussed the book and waited for it to be ready. It sat there on the coffee table in front of us, we both sat on the small sofa. When I tore my eyes off the teapot he smirked at me and with the tilt of his head or the twist of his lips I am not sure why, but suddenly I was talking too quickly in response to his questions about the book. He seemed amused by this and I cut myself off mid thought. Telling him not to mind, that I hadn’t been sure what I had meant.
But clever Severus had been listening and he prompted me, telling me back all my words and stringing them into tangible thoughts, he presented them back to me as if I could somehow make those strung together thoughts into a point but I could not.
“Are you quite well? You seem awfully nervous today.”
“I am quite fine, thanks. Just. Sorry. Just-” What is wrong with my mouth?
“Just?” He prompts.
“Just.. Well I suppose I am nervous. Last time we-”
“Last time I kissed you.” He was matter of fact but the intensity in his eyes made my stomach flip.
“Yup. That.” I answer inelegantly. My face feels like it is boiling hot, am I sweating? Why is all my blood surging up to my face but not to my brain where it might help me? I do not know what to say.
“And you are nervous because you have come to tell me that you would rather I not do it again?”
“No!” Oh gods oh gods oh gods. “It’s not that at all-”
“If it is not that you have come to tell me not to, does a man dare to hope it’s the opposite?”
“...yes…” I spit out.
“Ah. My poor anxious thing. Would it make you feel more relaxed if I kissed you again now and got it over with? I would like to hear your opinions on the ending of the book at a speed that I am able to fully understand.” He teased.
“Only if you want to…”
He placed his hand on my knee. I stared at it, his smallest fingers wrapped around to the inside of the beginning of my thigh and I felt quite sure that I had never been affected by someone’s touch in the way I was currently being affected by his. “I have no wish to make you so jittery.” He squeezed my knee reassuringly but the seconds ticked on and no kissing spontaneously began. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't handle another second of this. I turned toward him and thank Merlin he was waiting for me. We melted together.
This time I remembered in great clarity what had transpired before the kissing, but it was how the kissing had transitioned that slipped away from me. Like the tea in that pot went from regular to strong to very bitter and eventually to undrinkable we seemed to have moved from kissing upright in sweet tender exploration to at some point being practically horizontal and there were strong notes of desire brewing.
That same sensation that the blood was all flowing to one very specific part of me was back with a vengeance. It had not been the wine then. At some point he pulled away from me marginally. In the space between our lips we both caught our breath for a moment. “If I put my hand here on your thigh,” He sat up a bit so he could slide his hand up my tights and under my skirt “would you think me terribly forward and moving too quickly?”
I shook my head no. I had never wanted to be touched so badly in all my life. One might say it was too soon, but truth be told we had been getting to know each other for so long, I had just never thought it was for any reason other than friendship. That hand slid all the way up my leg and one single finger brushed for a split second against my apex. I gasped a little.
“That little gasp…” he smirked.
“What about it?” I asked self consciously.
“Is that little gasp a ‘yes Severus…please keep going Severus… kind of gasp? Or is it a ‘get your hand out of my dress you brute’ kind of gasp?” He asked.
“The first one.” I breathe. His eyes are so fixed on me they make me nervous yet again.
“Oh what good news.” He began to trace feather light patterns over my thighs until I bite my lip in needing. “What about here?” He asks as he finally touches me. “Ah yet another inhale. A good one?” He asks.
I nod emphatically. He begins to touch me in a way that has little whimpers falling out of my lips. He keeps switching between dragging teasing, light, slow touches over my centre through my tights and underthings and pressing into me gently, massaging little moans out of me faster than I can handle without feeling shameful about my eagerness. I reach over toward his torso running my hands down him reach to try to return the touching.
“Ah ah. Where are these naughty hands going?”
“To touch you?”
“You’re trying to distract me. I’m trying to learn a new language. I need to learn what all these tiny little breaths and whimpers mean. My sweet shy one, I need to hear you tell me in your quiet way what feels nice. I can’t be pursuing my own pleasure when I need so much to hear you. Watch your microscopic expressions.” He leaned in to kiss me again and I tried to draw him into it but he broke off again. “May I take these off?” He asked of my tights. I nodded and I lifted my hips as his hands slid up my legs and found the top of the waistband. His fingers hooked the top of my panties too and wasn’t sure if he intended it. I open my mouth to protest but he has them now it’s too late.
When they appear below the hem of my skirt all attached to my tights I chagrin to see how damp they are. There is a bit of glistening wetness in the middle where his fingers had coaxed the fabric into me. I wanted to curl up into the couch and die at seeing him see it. He raises his eyebrow in smug acknowledgment. His hand disappears back under my dress and he pushes my thighs slightly apart.
His fingertips slip up to my entrance and find my arousal there, apparently my wetness is cause to tug at the corner of his mouth into a little smile. I’ve never had a man so intent on staring at my face while he does this. Most are so hurried to get to their part, this part usually doesn't last very long.
I think he is going to push those exploring fingers inside me but they linger at my entrance. When they move, it’s not inside me but up to my clit. I’m left panting as he paints me in my own slickness. He is very thorough. I wonder if he is mapping me while not having even laid eyes on any of my intimate places yet. My dress still covers me from his view.
He focuses on that very sensitive spot at the top of my sex and I am made to make all manner of whimpers as he tries different kinds of strokes, trying different directions, pressures. I wondered idly if he had a mental checklist he was going through. Yet it was not rudimentary or scientific, not with the way his eyes burned with excitement when I couldn’t keep my comfortable quiet.
When he bent over and kissed my knee I panicked and grabbed him by the front of his clothes. “Don’t-”
“Kissing your knee is your limit then?” He teases.
“No- it’s just- I’m ready… I don’t need anything else to be ready for more.” Face is hot again. Panic. Panic. It’s daylight. He’ll see everything.
“Ah she admits she wants more. What is “more” darling? I know only it’s not knee kissing. You seem quite affronted.”
I realise now I’m still holding him by his clothes, trying to stop his mouth from travelling up my legs like I knew it would. I unclench his garments with embarrassment. You are a grown adult you could say, sex. No, he will tease you at your lack of specifics. You could ask him to fuck you. That’s awfully vulgar. Use your… oh Merlin is there a single word for his penis I can say out loud right now? “I want to do something where you are having fun too.” I eventually cobble together.
“I’m already having fun.” He informs with a wicked smirk. The coffee table covered in forgotten tea and snacks is floated gently away from the sofa as he kneels down in front of me on the floor. I gulp. Those eyes. When he had been my acquaintance they had occasionally twinkled at me in shared understanding, as friends in a shared joke, but now they seemed capable of so much more. One glance and I find myself utterly incapable of voicing my manifold insecurities.
He pulls my legs, and I am rotated so my firmly pressed together knees are against his chest. He places his hands on them and caresses me with both thumbs. The sensation goes straight to my needy middle. “I hope you know, I am not the kind of person to press you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.” He says it so slowly and quietly that my body seems to goosebump as a way of making me more capable of hearing him. As if each raised hair follicle was a willing ear and they reached out to listen to his voice as it washed over me.
I wait, my breath shaking. He is examining me closely. He bends down and kisses that knee again, looks up, waits for me to freak out and grab him again. I do not. My hands are clenched into the couch cushions.
“However…” his breath slips up my bare thigh. “I have this notion that you might be playing shy on me.”
His hand slides up and pushes my dress higher, revealing more of my pressed together legs. He moves his face up incrementally, kissing the top of my thigh again. He waits for my hands to fly out and push him away. The hand goes higher, his thumb under the fabric, his fingers above it. That thumb slides all the way up until it touches my sex and my thighs are completely uncovered. “Are you intent on playing shy on me?” He asks. His lips deposit more kisses on a path upwards. I squirm, I want, I desire, I fear.
“I’m not playing shy. I am shy.” I respond.
He lifts his face back up off my thighs and looks at me again. I become aware I am biting my lip.
“What if… I spread your legs open right now, so wide that I will see everything? What harm will it do?”
“I would be embarrassed. You might…”
“I might what? Not like what I see? What I taste?”
I am some combination of horrified and aroused. My nipples are hardening at the thought of his tongue. My mind is reeling at the possibility of being so bared to him.
“That’s the general fear.” I confirm, my voice horse.
“We can assuage one of those two fears presently.” He announces before bringing his fingers to his mouth. I want to protest but I don’t even have the time, I have to watch him savour my taste, he smiles. “As to what I will see, I have already felt, and what I felt, I liked very much…”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay then.” I reply shakily. What else am I to say, I want him to touch me again so badly.
“Oh no, do you think I’m going to pull these knees apart and force my way in? No my sweet. Open them for me. Show me.”
I gulp. Those fingers he had put in his mouth glistened and I wanted them inside of me desperately. So very badly that I was helpless but to follow instructions. I opened my legs incrementally, watching him watch me. He was devouring my flesh with his eyes and I felt myself getting even wetter at it. I tried to stop at some reasonable amount of openness but he prompted me to pull my feet up on the sofa, near my behind.
My thighs were as open as they possibly could be. I tried not to think about exactly what all he could see this way. Everything. I quivered while I waited for his move. At last hands on my thighs. He rubbed both of them while he looked his fill.
“What good was it going to do? Hiding this pretty little pussy from me?” His right hand comes up and caresses me for the first time since I’ve been uncovered to him. I shudder as he draws his fingers along me.
“I had no idea you had this kind of mouth on you.” I laugh awkwardly. His filthy tongue was kind of a surprising delight, even if it made my face feel hot.
“Shall I put it back on you?” He asked before beginning kissing his way up my thigh. Every kiss sent jolts of lighting down the path to his destination and when he finally reached my centre he kissed me just above all my sensitive parts on my mons, then looked up at me as he finally took my most sensitive spot into his mouth.
I threw my head back in pleasure. My gasping breaths ragged and plentiful, ever multiplying as he lapped at me. The more he licked me the more I felt empty inside, the more my body pulled up against nothing. I wanted his fingers. Was he ever going to give them?
I let myself give soft little whimpers of yearning in hopes he would provide me more stimulation but he seems intent just to lavish his attention on my clit. I was worried he was going to make me ask. I felt embarrassed even thinking about being made to ask for him.
When he suddenly answered my silent prayers I could not stop the moan that pushed out of me. “Ah she does have a voice.” My friend turned lover stopped to tease and I clenched onto his fingers in anticipation of his mouth’s return to my body.
That moan seemed only to be the beginning. I could not stop myself from telling him in the most animalistic way what he was doing to me. Even though I was chagrined inside at each noise, the way he used the combination of his fingers and his mouth meant I was helpless to stop them.
I whimpered as I realised that this man’s steady pace meant I was going to climax right here on his sofa. I had learned from going to see plays with him that he was fast on the uptake and never missed a detail but I had not expected him to use his powers on me so effectively.
Every breath and whimper I had let out he had catalogued and filed away and used it against me now. His tongue repeated some kind of pattern that made me clench around his fingers. His fingers. Merlin help me, we’re hitting that excellent spot inside me everytime. Two of them, stretching me out just enough that I felt like I was being fucked by something all together bigger.
The word shy had no meaning to me as I climbed that peak. His fingers drove into me again and again and each time a new and different sound escaped me until it hit me. I did not make any embarrassing noises as I came, but my mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure as he pushed me over that edge.
My panting afterward was heavy and fragmented like I had been holding my breath. He joined me on the sofa and pulled my now limp legs over his lap, pulling my skirt down until I was almost lady-like again. One would never know I had just climaxed a moment before except my stockings and panties lay discarded on the floor still, my breathing was not calm, and I was willing to bet my hair was a mess as I had writhed around against the back of the sofa while he had done that to me.
Halfway in his lap he pulled my face over to his and gave me a soft kiss. “Do you feel less anxious now?” He asked teasingly but with sweetness in it. I could only laugh. “I am eager to know what you were trying to say about the book before all that. Do you remember?”
“No!” I laugh, covering my face with my hands. “I can’t believe that just happened! We aren’t even dating! I’ve never done anything like that unless I’ve dated someone for months!”
“Well why don’t you pretend all our friendly excursions were dates?”
“Because they weren’t!”
“If you like you can stay for dinner. We can call it date one.”
“Putting the cart before the horse, I think.”
“Not at all. Stay for dinner. Tell me, what other ways are you likely to act shy for me? I rather enjoy drawing you out.”
“Stop!” I covered my face again as heat rushed to it.
“Don’t start with that now or I will be taking you upstairs presently.” He smirked. He pulled the book over from the side table. “Now I believe you were trying to stammer out something about chapter three and you had better get your wits about you or I shall have to assume you require more relaxing.”
New chapter available on Wattpad tomorrow night! A deep “Yes?” came from the room and I got in. He was seated in his desk – parchment papers, books and dying candles all over the dark, wooden table. His eyes widened for a split of a second, as he was surprised, before standing up. “Are you expecting someone else, Severus?” – I teased. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not at this time of the night”. His manners were cold as always, but he didn’t seem to be annoyed by my sudden presence. “You’re quite a surprise, indeed” he continued. “Let’s hope to be a welcomed one!” – I approached him to his desk. “Any particular reason for your visit this late?” he raised his brows, abandoning the book he was reading. “No, I just wanted to check on you” I blurted out – the lingering fumes of the Firewhisky giving me an unusual boldness. “Excuse me?” his tone baffled “Yeah. You know, we were having fun at the pub. Tarots!” “So… did the tarots tell you to come here? Along with one too many Firewhiskies” – a smirk on his face. “Yes, well no. I was just wondering about something” – I revealed, while taking a seat on his desk, feeling more confident as I leaned to him. “What could it possibly be?” – his deep tone felt like dripping honey all over me – one made of poisonous flowers. “Do you have plans for Christmas? Everyone all over here seems to!” I pouted. He huffed slightly, never leaving my gaze “No. I usually spend by break here” pausing a bit “As others”. “Yeah, sure…” my eyes wandering on his face till I gazed down to some of the books. They were all about Dark magic – but not the one that was taught there. It was some serious stuff. Ancient, Dark magic. “Are you still trying to steal Dolores’ position? Because, if so, I could lend you a hand. Or two” – a smirk plastered on my face. “I just like to be update” – his usual detached tone. “You really seem to be passionate” I stated, my gloved fingers brushing lightly the book covers. “A man must have some interests. And I like mine to be… exclusive” – he growled deeply, sending a deep shiver in my spine. A familiar warm sensation clutching my guts as he got closer. I stood up to compose myself “Well, I’ll leave you to your activities, then” – a bubbling cauldron emitted a loud whistle in that exact moment.
Enter at your own risk. The journey within is not for the faint of heart as the storm does not bring her. It bows to her. She steps through
Deorc - my Severus Snape x Reader fanfic is available only on Wattpad, but once completed I'll post it on AO3 as well!
[Please remember, my story is meant just for an adult audience as it contains smut content and several other topics that may be considered as sensitive by some people]
My eyes wandering on his face till I gazed down to some of the books. They were all about Dark magic – but not the one that was taught there. It was some serious stuff. Ancient, Dark magic. “Are you still trying to steal Dolores’ position? Because, if so, I could lend you a hand. Or two” – a smirk plastered on my face. “I just like to stay updated” – his usual detached tone. “You really seem to be passionate” I stated, my gloved fingers brushing lightly the book covers. “A man must have some interests. And I like mine to be… exclusive” – he growled deeply, sending a deep shiver in my spine. A familiar warm sensation clutching my guts as he got closer. I stood up to compose myself “Well, I’ll leave you to your activities, then” – a bubbling cauldron emitted a loud whistle in that exact moment. I flinched “Merlin’s! What’s this strong scent?” Severus got off his desk and quickly approached the cauldron, walking past me. “Ah, it’s ready” he just stated. “May I ask you which potion is it?” I asked to his back as he began to work on it. “Amortentia” Oh. “The sixth-years must learn how to brew it properly”, – Severus stated. “But to avoid any unpleasant circumstances, I always prepare an example in advance”. He took off the lid and the potion’s fumes filled the room. All of a sudden, the air became blurred with its intoxicating scent. “Merlin! Should it be that strong?” – I cleared my voice as it tingled my throat. “Normal Amortentia wouldn’t be, but this a little recipe of mine. A variation”. I leaned in, completely absorbed by the swift precision of his every moves. His long digits maneuvering each tool he needed with so much grace and attention, they seemed to be dancing on the fuming liquid. The aroma was oppressive – overly sweet and heavy, but when I came near it, suddenly the draught’s smell changed. “Mmh, this is ..."
Enter at your own risk. The journey within is not for the faint of heart as the storm does not bring her. It bows to her. She steps through
More in my fanfic "Deorc [Severus Snape x Reader]" only available on Wattpad!
Please notice: my fanfic is meant just for an adult audience as it contains smut content and some sensitive topics that may trigger a certain audience!
Next chapter will bring ... a little snow in the Great Hall
A little spoiler of the next chapter of my book!
Dress and chant spells to impress the Great Hall while a certain Dungeon bat is watching
Thunderporn
A oneshot
Genre: Fluff and Smut -+- Rating: Explicit
Female Wife Reader x Severus
Wordcount: 3800
Summary: In an AU where Severus is living happily ever after, he comforts his wife who is afraid of Thunder storms by making her read a smutty muggle book out loud.
Thunderporn
The moment the rumbling begins after the grey clouds go purplish green I make eye contact with Severus. My shoulders creep up as if they could plug my ears from hearing it.
“It is merely thunder, wife.” He soothes instantly, bringing his hand up to rest between my shoulder blades for a moment on his way past me. My knife is suspended over the half chopped onion. I know I must continue, for the recipe insists the onion be softened first, the pan is hot, ready to receive them.
I press on. We are not yet in the thick of it. I try to focus on my husband’s humming while he harvests basil from his herb garden outside the kitchen window. His humming is a source of joy to me, something that has eked out of him so slowly, at first a tiny infrequent miracle has grown into a regular occurrence. A sign his shadows are kept nicely at bay.
My shadows are the looming clouds. My horrors simply the loud crashing, the angry flashing. He must think me silly. He has survived so much, and married such a fool as to be wrought with terror at a summer afternoon clash of hot and cold air.
I push a breath tightly through my rounded lips as I stir the onion. I try to imagine my stress, being squeezed out of my body through that small round space. I get garlic from the cupboard and crush it with the side of my blade with a little too much vigor. As if I am in a fight with Mother Nature, and my crashing about the kitchen is a way I might signal my annoyance at my wishes being disregarded.
He comes in again as another rumble comes rolling over the hill. He places the basil in front of me and rests his hands on my shoulders. He leans forward to kiss my cheek. The sound of the thunder is gentle and chucking at first but has a meanness to it at the end. He must sense the difference in my breath for he begins working on that basil for me, his arms around me, chin on the top of my head.
When it comes time to add it to the sauce we side step to the stove like some kind of two headed beast and I stir with his hands on my waist. He moves to kiss my neck, I know he is trying to distract me. I have to break his hold to get the pasta started.
As I fill the pot there's a flash followed by a crack that is much closer than the earlier ones. My teeth are pressed together too tightly as I put the pot on the stove and turn on the burner. As I try to go back to the sauce he stops me with his hands, pulling me into him and pressing me against the counter passionately.
“Stop trying to distract me. It’s not going to work.” I breath against his chest, trying not to look up, to show him my silly fear.
“Who is trying to distract? I’m just a man, who happens to be very attracted to you in that apron.” He pulls my chin up and kisses me. “Or maybe it’s the smell of the splattered tomato sauce that does it to me.” He says it with a breathy neediness as if he is wrought with passion for me.
“Stop it.” I breathe, as he pulls me into a tight hug and a hand comes down to squeeze my ass mischievously.
“Stop being so attractive. Look at you. Asking to be grabbed with your pretty eyes.” He teases me. I see the next lightning and I close my eyes and press my face into his chest, counting the length between the flash and the crash. He squeezes me, and it’s almost bearable when the resounding clatter erupts from the atmosphere.
The water hisses as it boils over the edge of the pot and for a moment there is only the need to get the pasta into the water and stir the sauce that has been neglected while he attempted to distract me.
The roiling storm coils stress inside me as I finish making dinner under my husband's helpful nearness. He is quiet but present, needlessly helpful.
While we eat the storm starts in earnest, rain beginning to drift in in sheets. We have to get up to close the windows mid meal. He sets the dishes to wash themselves in the sink.
The sky was so dark now it seemed like bedtime. The center of the storm was getting closer judging by my whispered counting between flashes and crashes. I sat on the couch, legs shaking nervously.
Severus drops a book in my lap. I look down, it’s something called Stowaway. The dusty yellowed book has a faded photograph of two people kissing, a pirate and a damsel, against the railing of a ship. I laugh. “What is this?”
“I found it when we moved in. Saved it for a rainy day. Today is that day. Please read aloud from where I’ve placed the bookmark.”
“What?”
“You heard. Read outloud. Entertain your husband.” He ordered with a cheery little smile. I cracked open the tattered thing, wondering where he had hidden it.
“The storm was pounding the windows of the ship…” I read, glancing up at him with pointed eyes. He raised his eyebrows and nodded to continue. “Captain Hastings' weight on the bed behind her was slightly comforting. Cecilia knew if the Captain was not scared by this storm then she needn't worry about it, or the tossing waves. Severus, did you write this and enchant it to look like a muggle smut book?”
“Honestly Darling, I found it under a radiator. Keep reading.” He prompted as lightning flashes and he pushed to keep me interested in the activity of reading while the thunder rolled through the house once more.
“Cecilia shifted, rolling to face Hasting’s side of the bed. She normally did not, for it was bad enough to be forced to share a bed with the scoundrel, she would prefer not to look at him. She was surprised to find his eyelids open, peering at the window, calmly.
Suddenly the ship pitched with a huge wave and the two were caught in the momentum, sliding together in the berth, against Cecila’s side. The weighty body of the Captain pressed her against the wooden wall for a few moments before the ship tipped back to rights and his body weight landed beside her on the bed.
Face to face, thrown together by gravity their lips tingled excitedly with the proximity to each other. Cecelia’s hands pressed against his muscled chest through the white linen shirt. The heat of him as his body had pressed her into the wall behind her had surprised her.
As a lady of society Cecilia had only felt the heat of a man during dances. It was entirely different with the warmth of him burning through her thin chemise. The Captain placed a tentative hand on her waist, feeling to see if she was receptive to his touch. Cecilia knew she should push him away but that hot hand was enthralling. She let him pet the side of her body up and down.”
“You often enjoy being pet along the side of your body.” My husband interjects flirtatiously. “Come over here.” He prompts, and he sits in the corner of the deep sofa, legs spread open, I’m to sit in between his thighs. I do, I enjoy leaning my head back against his chest. His hands rest on my waist either side. “Continue, wife.” He commands gently and the rumble of his voice through his chest into my back does something inside me.
I crack the book again. “The Captain knew that Cecilia’s shaky breathing while he caressed her marked not fear, for the irritating chit had been raising hell on his ship for two weeks now and she was not a fragile wilting flower. If she disliked this the whole ship would have heard by now, so he tried sliding that hand lower, over the curve of her hip.” I noted one of Severus’ hands sliding down over my hip.
“As the ship moved through the angry waves they found themselves pressed together once more, Hasting’s legs tangled with Cecilia’s, their lips touched as his weight compressed her into the side of the ship. At last he gave her what she was begging for with her eyes but was too proud to ask for, a kiss.
This time when the ship righted itself, the captain’s arms snaked around Cecilia, keeping her pulled in close to him.” Severus’ arms pulled me in close and I was colouring my narration with my smile.
“Cecilia’s mind raced, confused by all the feelings running through her body. She was so conflicted by it all but this growing desire in her was so demanding she found it hard to stop going down the path she had started. When one of his hands slid over her breast and massaged it roughly she felt certain she should dislike this. She had been told of men and their bad intentions. No one had mentioned a rushing of blood to their core when these attentions happened.” I read.
Severus had slid his hand under my book holding arms to mimic the action in the book. I felt myself get a touch excited. Then a huge thunder crack and I froze up against him.
“Don’t stop reading, pet. You are almost at the good part.” He says into my ear before the thunder has even completely subsided its rumbling.
I take a deep breath and continue. “Cecilia found that the more they kissed and the more this pirate ran his hands over her the harder it was to find that part of herself that cautioned slowness. When his hand slid over her belly and dipped down between her legs a noise passed her lips without her permission.”
Severus’ hand slid between my legs as I read it. “Cecilia was normally all reason and sense. This noise hadn’t made sense. It didn’t make sense when a second slipped out, unbidden as this rogue rubbed her flesh through that thin cotton.” My husband’s rubbing was making it hard to read. I rolled my hips up into his pressing fingers. He tapped the book with his free hand.
“You’re so bossy.” I complain. He takes his hand away from my private parts as punishment and I huff before continuing. “Captain Hastings carefully slid his hand down Cecilia’s thighs and drew the hem of her garment up until he could slip his hand against her bare flesh. His rough sailor’s hands shouldn't be as arousing to her as they were, touching the tender flesh of her legs before finding that thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
He ran his fingers over her slit. Cecilia moaned as he parted her centre.” I was having trouble reading as Severus had to lean forward to pull up the hem of my indigo linen summer dress before I could continue. As I read the last line he had delved his fingers under the side of my underwear. I swallowed loudly as his fingertips rested against my opening. I tipped my head back to try and look up at him to plead him to keep going.
“If you want more you have to read more.” He teased. I wanted that finger to press in, so I had no choice.
“The Captain moved the slickness of her up and down her sex. Cecilia, having never had a conversation with her mother about what men and women did on their wedding night as Cecilia was not yet married and was most certainly not engaged to this pirate, was lost in a sea of wondering what would happen next. Desperate to ask, but overcome with need that rendered her mute with passion.
The Captain touched her on that place she had so often pressed when she was completely alone. That little spot that made her feel something arousing and pleasurable.” I read, my breathing getting a little more ragged as Severus circled my clit.
Lightning flashed and thunder followed but I didn’t even tense, all I could think about was Cecilia and Captain Hastings and whether this book was going to instruct my husband to finger me in the next paragraph.
“Hastings’ fingers slid down to her entrance once more and as he looked into her eyes for permission he pressed one of his fingers inside.” I read, and at last Severus mimicked the book and I moaned a little as he slid in.
“Cecilia knew she should be doing anything but moaning wantonly at this man’s attention. There was nothing in her brain but the need to ask for more. When they kissed again and he pulled her in, and she felt his hardness press into her leg. She reached for it, feeling the outline with her fingertips in fascination. Okay, Severus at this point I can’t mimic on you so-“
“Just keep reading, wife.” He growls into my ear.
“But I want-“
“Not. Yet.” My husband is often like this. Obstinate in games he has set up. It doesn’t stop me from begging him.
I accidentally skip a paragraph or two “The soft tip at the end of his hard length is pressing against her slit as they kiss. Cecilia contemplates what would happen if she opened her legs to him.”
“Bad wife.” My husband scolds in my ear as his eyes skim to see how far I’ve skipped.
“The Captain gently parts her legs.” I press on, daring Severus to make me go back. “When he settles between them to kiss her lips, Cecilia is overcome with the heat of his member against her.” I embellish with eyebrow waggling tone. Severus deters my silliness by pressing into me with a second finger. I whimper with need. I want more.
“Severus, how much more?” I beg. Merlin I want him to fuck me. I try to flip ahead and he takes the book from my hands.
“You are so impatient, wife. We will continue in my study.” He informs and I jump up and move quickly to it, although I’m unsure why at first. Then as I enter the room I realize why. His study has a little day bed against the windows at the back of the house. The windows are small leaded glass and the way the daybed is situated against them it looks like a berth bed I was imagining in the Captain’s quarters in the novel. The rain pounds against these old windows and I’m somewhat transported into the book.
He enters behind me and when I turn he has our nightclothes over his arm. “How long have you been planning this?” I ask.
“Be quiet and put on your nightie.”
“Did you read that whole book?”
“If you persist there is an earlier chapter where she is bound and gagged.” He informs threateningly. I smile, stop talking, and strip into my nightgown as told.
I lay on the wall side of the daybed, like Cecilia was and waited for him to join me. He climbs in and lays between my legs. I close my eyes while he rubs himself against me. I’m surprised by the feeling of the paperback book being rested on my face, I hadn't even seen it in his hands.
“Severus!” I cry, grabbing the thing.
“Read.” He orders, stilling his arousal against mine and I wiggle in irritation.
“Aaaarrrgh.” I groan dramatically. “Alright where… okay here. Cecilia is overcome with the heat of his member against her.” I find and repeat the line I last read. “He draws it up and down through the slickness he had stirred up by touching her everywhere no one else had ever touched her before.
He notches himself against her opening and leans down to kiss her.” I stop reading, pull the book out of my face and wait for my husband to kiss me as per the book's instruction. His hot lingering kiss has me almost dropping the book I have suspended behind my head. I whimper in aggravation when he breaks the kiss and I know I will be scolded if I do not resume.
“As he kisses her he slowly lowers his body weight into her hips, she feels him pressing into her slowly, her body eagerly opening for him to invade. Oooh…” I moan as my husband’s cock begins to invade mine.
He stops as my words stop. I eagerly scan to find the next line so he will keep going. “Cecilia’s married friends had made much noise about wedding nights being painful and embarrassing. She didn’t know why this was so unlike her friends' reports, for as he finally pushed in up to the base of himself she could only cry out in pleasure from at last being so deliciously full.”
Severus put my legs up on his shoulders, he is buried very deep inside me. I want him to thrust. He brings a hand between us to pet my clit. “Severus, please.” I beg.
“One more paragraph, then I will do as you wish.”
I go back to the book “Cecilia could not think complexly about her new identity as a fallen woman. She could only think about his cock as it pulled out of her, letting her feel her own dripping heat before it burrowed in to the hilt once again. Mmmmmph. He mmmm… he… mmmm Sev… “
“He what?” My husband teased.
“He… oh fuck…”
“Do I need to stop so you can clear your head?”
“No… don’t.” I groan. “He was gentle at first, coaxing Cecilia open with kisses and slow purposeful thrusts. He made her slowly get used to the thickness of him inside of her. Cecilia was ashamed how much she enjoyed this, making unlady noises as he took her as his own. The pirate Captain was enjoying her noises, he wanted more of them, and suddenly Cecilia found herself at the mercy of the Captains full capacity for plunging into her.” Severus was picking up the pace and there was still more left I had to read. I tried to keep my focus but I wanted to drop this book.
“Mmm…” I hum in pleasure as he fills me and I can barely handle how deep he is.
“Another sentence, my sweet.” He demands.
“A kind of frenzy mounted inside Cecilia as he plunged into her over and over.” I say and pull the book away.
“Just finish the scene and I’ll finish you.”
“You’re so… annoying… “ I grunt as he fucks me hard and slow and I’m supposed to be keeping my head enough to form words. “Something was happening inside her body she did not recognize. The man was making something change inside her. Every time he burrowed his cock inside her she got closer to the revelation of what it could be. Cecilia didn’t know how to say the words to tell Hastings that something was perfect, to keep at the same spot. But he seemed to interpret her moans correctly. Aaaah…ummmm ummm…
All she could do was think the word yes as each stroke of him was pushing into something so pleasurable she was sure she would explode. He fucked her harder, relentless in his persuit of making her face stay that perfect open lipped expression of bliss. At last she cried out as it happened, she did indeed explode around him, and at the feel of her tight cunt squeezing his cock he filled her with his hot seed.” I finished and threw the book away so my husband could not demand I read it any more.
Finally there was no paperback between our faces. “Cecilia…” my husband whispered to me. I moaned as he fucked me.
My brain couldn’t string two words together. Did he want me to call him Captain? I wasn’t sure, all I knew was my husband was filling me so full right now with my legs up on his shoulders I didn’t have room for thoughts as he slammed home again.
“Do you like having my cock inside you, Cecilia?”
“Yes.”
“What about when I touch you here?” His fingers find my clit again and I buck against him.
“Mmmm.” I groan.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes!” I cry as he pulls out and slams in.
“Tell me, Cecilia, who does this hot, wet, pussy belong to?”
“You.” I whisper.
“Me?” He grins. “I suppose I can give it orders then. You are going to come for me. You are going to squeeze me so hard when you do that I am going to spill every drop of hot seed in my balls inside of you.”
I loved it when he talked dirty to me. I whimpered.
“Answer me.”
Had there been a question? I was unsure I was too close. I mumble nonsense.
“Tell me you’re going to come for me.”
“Don’t stop…I’m… I’m…” there was a violent strike of lightning outside. It was so close to the house that the thunder felt like it was inside our bodies as the sound wave exploded. It normally would have sent me into a panic attack but right now as Severus fucked me relentlessly and touched my clit at the same time the huge explosion of sound that shook us to our very cores happened just as I crested the peak and it left me unable to process the fear and pleasure at the same time. My body had chosen pleasure.
As soon as the boom faded from our ears I managed to squeak “I’m cumming!” I had been orgasming through the whole thing, the lightning, the thunder and now I felt my pussy clenching around his cock in waves and he made good on his promise, filling me with his heat. He had been as deep as he could go, and that explosion of his seed pressed even deeper into me and I think I came again a little bit as that hot cum filled the deepest recesses of me.
“You said I wouldn’t be able to distract you.” He teased. “You just came so hard during the worst thunderstorm of our marriage. Now you’ll have to have fond memories of them.”
“That was still terrifying. I just happened to be having an orgasm at the same time.”
“Well we can try again next storm until you can’t separate the arousal from the fear. “
“A slippery slope. Then I’ll start to get wet every time it rains.”
“I’ve never been happier to live in a rainy climate.”
“Did you read that whole book?”
“You’ll find out next time it storms.”
