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.
SUMMARY: Knowing that no one would ever want him, Severus hires a prostitute to help him lose his virginity. But what he doesn't anticipate is that he'll give his heart to her as well.
Part 2 here
I hate to say this but if we’re speaking canonically, I believe that Snape either died a virgin or lost his virginity to a prostitute. I wanted to write something on the latter topic with some cuteness.
This also has been interesting for me to write since I haven’t written smut in a long time and never really wrote smut like this. I hope y’all still enjoy this though!
18+ DUE TO SEXUAL CONTENT; MINORS DNI!
Severus wouldn’t dare to do this at Hogwarts. For one thing, inviting someone like this within the castle walls would surely be strictly forbidden. But most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to bear the embarrassment if knowledge of his actions circulated the school. His head pounded at the thought of the incessant teasing by the students, or even worse, by Minerva and Dumbledore.
Earlier that day, he covered his head with a black hood and ventured into Knockturn Alley. The only place of its kind could be found at the very end of the alley, tucked away in a corner lit only by a flickering lantern. Severus handed his galleons to the madam, paying extra to reserve a pretty one for the entire night. His blood ran cold as he gave her his address and a fake name, not processing that he was actually going through with this. But he felt that it was only right to reserve the prostitute for the entire night; at least after she had sex with a disgusting man like him, she could leave and be free from company for the rest of the night.
Even now, hidden away in the privacy of his home at Spinner's End, he doesn’t know what to do now that he has dared. He showers and roughly scrubs his hair, ridding it of all its grease. He tidies up the sitting room, repairs all the cracks in the walls, cleans his dirty dishes, puts every dish in the cupboard, and removes the nightmare-inducing jars from his study. He decides that they would do it inside his study, rather than his bedroom. He’s embarrassed by the holes in the sheets and the mismatching pillowcase and comforter. Even then, he doesn’t want to be reminded of the upcoming encounter every night and subsequently wrap his arms around his body, attempting to ease the feelings of loneliness.
The clock rings, signifying a new hour. It’s ten o’clock; she should be here any second now. And then there’s a knock on his front door. Severus jumps in his seat and slowly makes his way to the door, his hands shaking and his heart pounding.
The woman on the other side of the door takes his breath away. He doesn’t think he’s seen a woman as beautiful as you. Smooth skin, luscious hair, full lips painted a deep red. Even your eyes are bright and welcoming as you smile at Severus. His heart pounds even faster as his eyes rake over the short green dress tightly hugging your body. “Hi,” you greet in a sweet voice.
“Hello,” Severus says quietly. He stares at you as though he’s stupified, completely mesmerized by your beauty. How could he ever rip his eyes away from a woman like this?
You blush and bite your lower lip. “May I come in?” you ask shyly.
“Oh. Yes,” Severus mutters, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He steps aside and allows you to enter. You walk to the middle of the sitting room and look around. He fidgets with his fingers at the thought that you might be judging the simplicity of his house.
But it doesn’t seem like those kinds of thoughts are on your mind. You spin around and look at him with the most alluring gaze a woman has ever looked at him with. His breath catches in his throat and he stands frozen once more. You inch closer to him, that sweet smile still playing on your lips, until you stand directly in front of him. “What would you like me to do, sir?” you ask in a low voice.
“I… er… I…” Severus’s heart beats so fast that he can’t breathe, let alone speak. His face becomes even more red. He’s so embarrassed that he can’t form a single coherent sentence. He gulps as you continue to look up at him, awaiting his response. “Er… anything you wish to do. And you do not need to call me sir.”
You laugh the sweetest laugh he’s ever heard. A laugh more powerful than a siren’s call, a laugh that could make any man weak in the knees. You bat your eyelashes at him and say, “How about we get out of the sitting room so I can show you what I have in mind?”
You take his hand in yours and gently squeeze it. Severus fights the urge to run his thumb over your smaller hand, a perfect match nestled within his grasp. He leads you up the stairs on shaky legs and pushes open the door on the right.
Like the sitting room, the study is unassuming. Shelves full of books filed in alphabetical order line the wall on the right. On the left, there are cabinets holding jars of potion ingredients. There are no framed photos or personal effects. He flips the light switch on, the dingy overhead light beginning to glow. But since the light flickers unreliably, he chooses to light the candles on his desk instead. Perhaps it’ll even give this situation a romantic feel, even if there is no romance involved.
You walk to the bookshelves and run a finger over several of the titles. Your eyes light with genuine curiosity as you inspect his room. No one has ever been interested in anything he owns. “What do you work as?”
“Oh…. er… I… I do…” Severus stammers again, still hesitant to tell you for fear of exposure. He awkwardly stands at the doorframe, hoping you’ll catch on.
You seem to sense his discomfort and smile reassuringly at him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“Thank you,” he says quietly.
You stand directly in front of him once again and take his hand. You place your intertwined hands on his chest and stare up at him. “Do you want me to show you what I have planned?” you ask in a low voice. The combination of you smiling at him, looking up at him like you actually want him, and speaking in a sultry voice is too much for him. His eyes dip down to your lips but quickly looks away before he can give in to the urge to kiss you.
“Er… that would… er…” he mutters. You brush a strand of his hair behind his ear with your free hand, sending his heart into a tizzy.
“Are you nervous?” you ask. Severus nods very slightly in response, so you follow with, “Will this be your first time?”
Ashamed, Severus’s eyes sink to the ground and he remains silent. The reason why he solicited a prostitute is because he wants to lose his virginity. Is it so wrong for him to yearn for the touch of a woman, want to feel wanted, even if that want is all a superficial act? He knows no woman would ever want to sleep with him. No woman has ever looked at him, approached him, or complimented him. If anything, they would be repulsed by him. With his greasy hair and sallow skin, he can’t blame them. And what would you say if he told you that he, a man in his thirties, was a virgin? He knows you’ll think that he’s a pathetic, lonely slug because that is exactly what he is.
With your pointer finger, you tilt his head so he’s looking into your eyes. You smile at him and reassure, “Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of if it is. I’ve never been anyone’s first, but I promise to make this special for you.”
He frowns and his hands start to shake. Blinking rapidly, he tries his best to hold back the tears that are threatening to form in his eyes. “Why are you so kind to me?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. The only possible answer is that you’re paid to be here. Otherwise, you would have screamed and apparated away the second he opened his front door.
“Why do you think that?” With a gentle touch, you caress his cheek to relax him. Severus sighs again, still not able to understand or accept your kind touch. “I think you’re very handsome,” you say in a tone that sounds genuine.
Butterflies flutter in his stomach. No woman has told him that before. Or maybe you’re just saying that to be kind? “You really think so?”
“Of course. If anything, I’m surprised that no woman has snatched you up yet,” you say with another one of your beautiful laughs.
He can’t stop his lips from pulling upward into a smile. Now all he can think about is kissing your soft, plush lips.
“May I… may I kiss you?” he mutters, his cheeks reddening.
“Yes,” you say and get on your tippy-toes. Severus bends his head down and tenderly presses his lips against yours.
The moment his lips touch yours, shockwaves run throughout his entire body and his head spins. All thoughts drift into oblivion. All he can think about are your kind words, your gentle touch, your ethereal beauty, your enchanting smell, you. He wants to stay here in this exact position, kissing you forever.
He lets go of your hand and then wraps it around your back, pressing his chest against yours. When you moan into his lips, Severus cups your face with his other hand. He kisses you deeper and rougher, as though he’s a dying man and your kisses are the only things that can save him.
Severus is hurt when you pull away until he notices that your cheeks are now a deep crimson. He begins to panic at the thought that he hurt you by not restraining himself well enough. But then you take in a deep breath and laugh. “Sorry, I had to take a breather.”
He stares at his feet like a schoolboy caught doing something he shouldn’t have, yet this embarrassment feels amazing. “No, I apologize that I got carried away,” he mutters.
You smirk at him. “No, no. Silas, I think you deserve a reward for how excellent of a kisser you are,” you say seductively.
A shiver ran through his body at your words. As you inch closer to the desk chair, Severus stops you. He feels wrong continuing this night with you without telling you his real name. He’s willing to throw caution to the wind with you; he has a feeling you’d keep his identity a secret. “Actually, my real name is Severus.”
“Ok then, Severus. How about you sit down?” You grab his hand and then gently push him. He flops onto the desk chair and stares up at you with wide eyes.
You lean down and press wet kisses on his cheek. You unbutton the top part of his coat and continue your trail of kisses down his neck. Severus freezes as he feels blood rush to the lower parts of his body. He doesn’t want you to notice the growing bulge in his pants, and neither does he know where to put his hands. He sits stiffly on the desk chair, his fingers tightly gripping the armrest.
Instead of continuing to unbutton his coat, your hands trail down to his trousers. His breath catches in his throat as you drop to your knees and unbuckle his belt. With swift fingers, you undo his belt, and then his button trousers, and then pull the trousers down to his knees.
Severus jumps in his seat when you run a hand over his clothed cock. If he had any intentions to hide his bulge earlier, well, his secret is out now. He takes a deep breath and stares down at you with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. With the mischievous expression you’re looking up at him with and the way you’re slowly palming his clothed cock, Severus thinks he might pass out.
Severus holds back a moan when you apply more pressure with your palm, and you smirk as you notice how tense he is. You slowly shimmy down his boxers and reveal his large, hard cock. Severus stares at the ceiling, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. How pathetic he must be to get this hard at only a few touches.
“Severus, look at me.” Your voice is gentle, but the firmness of your command is there. Severus forces his eyes to move from the ceiling to you.
Below him is an absolute sight to behold. His hard, thick cock is leaking precum from the tip. Embarrassment burns through him, but he can’t stop staring at how you’re looking at him. Your hands rest on the chair cushion, just touching his thighs. And Merlin, you’re staring at his cock like you want to devour it.
“Do you want me to touch you, handsome?” you purr. Your hands slither onto his thighs and massage his skin there. He nods a little too eagerly and you chuckle.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” You run your hands up his body and rest on the bottom of his torso. “Here?” He only whimpers in response and moves his legs, trying to shift your hands where he needs them most. You smirk and click your tongue in disapproval.
“Is here better?” You shift your hands to his hips, your fingers ghosting around his cock. He whines pathetically and looks down at you, silently begging you to just touch him already.
“Use your words, Severus,” you gently command. As an extra tease, you skim one finger down the length of his cock.
“My cock, please,” he begs you. If anything, he would spend the rest of his life begging him to touch you. Even if you got up and left, this would still be the best moment of his life.
You finally wrap your hands around his cock and swipe a thumb over his slit, smearing precum up and down his cock. Severus lets out a needy mewl as you pump your fist up and down his manhood, his apprehension at making noises melting away. Every so often, he’d touch himself in the shower and eventually bring himself to orgasm, his feelings of shame washing away any feelings of pleasure. But masturbating never prepared him for this. Your expert touch feels better than any form of self-induced pleasure.
Severus gasps loudly when he feels you peppering kisses down the length of his cock. You go even further downward and massage his balls with your tongue. When he was a teenager, his dormmates told stories of their sexual encounters right in front of him, knowing he would never have a need for their knowledge. He rarely listened to them either; the feelings of loneliness that arose would be too painful. During the few times he listened, he remembers how his dormmates raved about how amazing blowjobs felt. Merlin almighty were they right, and you had only just begun.
Locking eyes with him, you lick his tip and then wrap your lips fully around his shaft. Severus enters a state of euphoria as you simultaneously wrap your fist around the base of his cock and rotate your hand around him. After several moments, you pull your hands back so you can take more of him into your mouth. Severus groans and unintentionally juts his hips up at the intense sensation, but then his mind floods with shame as he hears you gag. “Sorry. I am so, so sorry,” he apologizes profusely. He stiffens in his seat and watches your every move, afraid that he might have hurt you.
You don’t say anything, instead subtly nodding your head and lightly holding down his hips. You slowly take more and more of him in your mouth, alternating between soft and firm pressure. He’s finally reassured when you moan around his cock. He allows himself to relax and his eyes flutter closed, indulging in the immense pleasure you’re providing him. The warmth and wetness of your mouth are beyond anything his imagination could’ve conjured.
Severus grips the armrests so tightly now that his knuckles are white. He keeps his hands there partially because he’s too afraid to grasp your hair and potentially hurt you again, but mainly because he’d holding on for dear life. His hips shake violently and he can’t stop groaning. He can feel his cock pulsating, ready for sweet release, but he has to use every fiber in his body to not just cum already. Severus wants his first blowjob to last longer. But you sense that he’s close to his orgasm, and you hollow your cheeks more and suck more firmly. With a loud groan and shaking legs, he comes undone in your mouth. His heart races and he pants, his body and mind in a state of absolute bliss after the best orgasm of his life.
His eyes flutter open and he suddenly remembers that he never asked you if he could cum in your mouth. Though before he can apologize, he feels you humming around his soft cock and swallowing his seed. He stares at you with wide eyes, stunned that you’d do such a thing and stunned at how intensely his cock is throbbing with pure arousal.
You slide his manhood out of your mouth and stand back up. The candlelight illuminates your messy hair and sweat beading on your forehead. Merlin, you look gorgeous like this.
“You were amazing,” Severus whispers. You smile shyly at him and lean down to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you.” You run your hand down his clothed chest without breaking eye contact. “Do you think you’ll be up for another round soon?”
Severus blushes at your forwardness. “I am not sure. My refractory period is slightly long,” he admits.
“Hmm, that’s fine. In the meantime, maybe you can undress me?” you lure. You pull down the straps of your dress, giving him a peek at your bra. You’re still leaning above him, so he can feel your breath on his skin and see the anticipation in your eyes.
Severus is a flustered mess as he stares at your body. With a shaky hand, he reaches out and rests his hands on the top of your dress. He sits awkwardly on the desk chair, not knowing what to do or say.
You sense his confusion. “Stand up.” Severus completely pulls down his trousers and steps out of them before standing in front of you. You point behind yourself and tell him, “Unzip me.”
Severus focuses his eyes on the window as he reaches behind you and unzips your dress, which pools around your legs. Although you’re a prostitute and you just gave him a blowjob, he feels wrong looking at your naked body without your explicit consent. His hands then hover over where your dress once was, yet again not knowing where to put them.
“You can look, you know,” you tease. Severus peels his eyes away from the window and takes in the magnificent sight of your partially naked body. His eyes linger over your lace panties and bra, which are the same shade of green as your dress. The sheer fabric clings to your body, revealing your curves perfectly. As the candlelight glistens off your flawless skin, he thinks that maybe his refractory period won’t last as long as he thought it would.
“Er, what do you want me to do next?” he murmurs.
You wrap your arms around his neck and look up at him with immense desire. You’re either one hell of an actress or you actually want him.
“You can start by taking off my bra.” Severus reaches behind your back and fiddles with your bra clasp. He fails at this task, partially because he’s overtaken with anticipation and partially because he’s so inexperienced. After several moments, you giggle and offer, “Let me help you.” You quickly unclasp your bra and allow Severus to pull it off of your arms.
Severus swallows hard and has difficulty breathing as he stares at your breasts. Not even Muggle magazines prepared him for this. He gently cups one of your soft breasts and he marvels at how it fits perfectly in his hand. He lightly squeezes it and runs his thumb over your nipple, which hardens and peaks at his touch. He squeezes a little harder when you moan and bite on your lower lip, eager to draw more divine sounds out of you.
“You are a goddess,” he murmurs. Maybe he’s crossing a line with you, but his words aren’t a lie. He’s never seen and never will see a woman as stunning as you.
“You’re very kind, Severus,” you whisper. Time freezes for a moment. It’s just the two of you in Spinner’s End staring deeply into each other’s eyes. No one matters in this world except for you. He doesn’t want to admit that his heart is starting to ache for you.
You break the moment by standing on your tippy-toes and kissing him on his lips. Severus takes his time kissing you and exploring your mouth, wishing to drag this moment out for as long as he can.
You take one of his hands and trail it to between your legs. He takes the hint and snakes his hands into your panties. He’s shocked when he feels your wetness coating his fingers. Does this mean that you truly want him, that all of this is not just an act? He shakes away the thought before it begins to play with his heartstrings even more.
You gaze up at him expectantly, so he begins to experimentally circle his thumb around your clit. You moan with pleasure and bury your face into his shoulder. He melts at your touch and wraps his other around your back to pull you even closer.
As you moan again, his face reddens as he remembers that he doesn’t know how to touch a woman. He wracks his brain for memories of the knowledge his dormmates had and any obscure piece of information he picked up from conversations with other men. All he wants is to pleasure you, so he runs his middle finger up and down your slit and then slowly pushes his finger inside. You gasp and start to grind your hips against his hand, beckoning him to fill you with more of his fingers. He pushes another finger inside you, pumping them both in and out of you. You two groan in unison, becoming more and more aroused each second.
You and Severus are pressed so closely together that you can feel his now hard cock nudging against your front. Your eyes flutter open and you smirk at him. “I thought you would take longer,” you tease.
You step away from him, forcing Severus to pull his fingers away from you. His heart drops, disappointed that he couldn’t pleasure you more. But those thoughts are quickly wiped away when you slip your panties off and rest your hands on his chest.
You take your time unbuttoning his coat and then peeling off his robes and coat. He holds his breath as you caress his now bare chest. You somehow find his face handsome; it would take a miracle for you to like his thin physique. Yet if you are turned off, you don’t show it. Instead, you glance back up at him and bite your lower lip. “It’s up to you, Severus. Do you want to take me standing up, on the desk, or on the chair?”
His eyes drift down to your supple breasts and your exposed cunt. Merlin, you are divine. Honestly, you would look stunning whether you’re naked or wearing a potato sack. He gulps, the burden of the decision weighing heavily on him. “Umm… I find…” he stammers, his voice hoarse. “I…. I think…”
“You’re taking too long. We’re standing.” You laugh and turn around, your back flush against his chest. You reach behind you and reassuringly rub his thighs. You turn your head back and look at him for a moment to quietly say, “Take your time, okay?” Seduction melts away and all he can feel is your tenderness.
Severus nods and takes a deep breath. His heart is beating a mile a minute and his palms are sweaty. This is it, this is the moment every interaction with you has been building up to. His mind goes blank; he can’t even fathom how he got here or how he’s about to lose his virginity to the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world. Pure and sheer exhilaration kicks in, and he grasps your hip with one hand. With the other, he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes the head of his cock in.
Severus lets out mindless groans as he pushes his length into you, shocked by the feelings of warmth engulfing him. He thought the feeling of your hand around his cock felt good. He thought a blowjob felt amazing. But this feels heavenly. The warmth and wetness of your cunt, and the way your walls clench against him, is beyond compare. If he knew how this would feel earlier, he would’ve asked you to skip the blowjob.
Once he bottoms out, he stills his hips and allows you to adjust to his length. He can feel your walls spasming around him as if you’re affected by this as much as he is. After several moments, you pat his thighs. “You can start moving.”
Severus rocks his hips at a gentle pace to test the waters. Even though this night is devoted to him, he wants you to enjoy this as well. He wants to slide deeper inside you, but he doesn’t know exactly how to rearrange himself. You look back at him and smile, and then bend forward slightly.
He pulls back his hips and enters back into you. Oh, this new angle definitely feels much better. And even though you’re no longer completely flush against him, he can still smell the intoxicating scent of your shampoo and perfume. You moan loudly after a particularly deep thrust and praise, “You’re doing so well.”
“You feel, oh…” he whimpers. One hand trails up your body and squeezes your breast. It’s so, so soft. Everything about you is just perfect.
You press your head against his shoulder and look up at him, your breath tickling his neck. You look expectantly up at him, so he nibbles on your ear and kisses your neck. This feels so, so right.
Severus starts pumping into you at a faster pace, drawing out more gasps from your lips. “Keep going. You feel amazing,” you moan. Your praise makes Severus whine even louder. At this point, he’d do anything for you. He keeps up his pace and eventually reaches such a level of bliss that closes his eyes and opens his mouth in a silent ‘o.’
Severus almost jumps when he feels your walls squeezing around him, dissolving him into a moaning mess. He can feel his cock pulsating again. Merlin, he won’t be able to last much longer. He opens his eyes and although his vision is hazy from all the pleasure, he can tell that you’re smirking wickedly at him. “How does that feel, handsome?” you tease.
“Please… I can’t…” he whines. His breaths become more shallow and his thrusts become more erratic and messy; he’s rutting against you more than anything. His grip on your hips is so firm that he knows your skin will be peppered with bruises. But his primary concern is that his legs are shaking so aggressively that they might buckle.
You intentionally squeeze around him again, making Severus sob with pleasure. He can’t handle this anymore; he really can’t. The pleasure is so overwhelming that he thinks his soul might leave his body. And if his soul did, then so be it. At least he’d die a happy man.
“Here, let me help you.” You suddenly pull away, snapping Severus out of his paradise. Before he can protest, however, you spin around, push him to sit on the desk chair, and straddle him. All of it happens so fast that he has no idea he got here or how you got on top of him. It’s probably because his mind is hazy, but how can he complain about this new position when your breasts are hanging directly in his face?
You slide down onto his cock, your abundant slick making the movement effortless. You grip his shoulders and start to ride him, your breasts bouncing up and down. He stares at them as though he’s stupified, and then takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks. You moan his name and press your chest even closer to him.
His legs tremble again and he takes in deep breaths in an attempt to stop himself from cumming right then and there. But when you swirl your hips and squeeze your walls, he knows his efforts are of no use; he’s done for. His hips jolt upward and he groans so loudly that he wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors hear him. His cock keeps twitching, ropes of hot cum spilling inside you. It lasts so long that he knows that the second he pulls out, his seed is bound to drop onto the floor and down the desk chair.
Your body gives no indication of it, but seeing his features drawn in pleasure brings you faster to your orgasm than you thought it would. You moan and trail your hands down to between your legs, rubbing your clit without a rational thought in your mind. Severus jolts as he feels your walls squeezing and spasming as you reach your own orgasm, the feeling making his cock ache with both pleasure and newfound desire.
Now that the both of you are coming down from your highs, Severus leans his head onto the soft flesh of your breast, the beads of sweat on his forehead wetting your chest. His eyes are shut as he silently embraces you, relishing in relaxing against you. Never could he have imagined a better way to lose his virginity.
He wishes he could stay here forever with you and forget all his responsibilities, though he knows you’ll leave after tonight and potentially never see you again. You’ll move on with your life and forget about him, but his memory of you will forever be engrained in his mind. Severus has to push all these thoughts far into his mind before he can get upset.
Instead, he whispers “you are amazing,” his voice sounding as though it might fade away. You deserve nothing less than the highest praise. Honestly, he wants to tell you that this was the best moment of his life.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you whisper. You twirl his hair with your finger and look down at him with a twinkle in your eyes. Perhaps you’re only saying that because you want to be nice or because you’re paid to make him feel good. Yet seeing that twinkling ignites hope inside of him, overturning previous thoughts about all of this just being a part of your job. Deep down in his heart, he thinks you’re telling the truth. Maybe, just maybe, you have grown attached to him as well.
You’re still breathing heavily as you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes. The two of you sit still in this position for what feels like an eternity, yet Severus couldn’t care if actually did last an eternity; he’d be happy here in your arms. He’s never been as happy anywhere as here, his body against yours.
At some point, you shift around, ready to stand up from him. Before you can leave him, he kisses you. The kiss is gentle and doesn’t last for more than three seconds, yet he still feels like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss someone. And maybe it will be.
You smile at him once he breaks the kiss. You slowly lift your hips off him and stand up. The second you pull out, his seed trickles out of your cunt and drops onto the floor and his legs. He stares between you and the floor, wondering if he’d be able to go for a third round.
You wave your wand, picking your clothes off the floor and neatly folding them. “Where is your bathroom?”
“On the right.”
The sight of you gripping onto your dress irrationally sends him into a panic. Is this it? Is this goodbye? Are you going to get dressed and leave? But he bought you for the entire night. On another note, though, he won’t force you to stay if you want to leave. His words come out in a hurry as he adds, “If you desire, you can take a shower. I have shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You can stay the night as well. Only if you wish to, of course.”
You smile at him and nod. “Thank you, Severus. I think I’ll take you up on both your offers.” You press a kiss to his cheek and head out of the room. Even though the kiss was quick, the feeling of your lips against his cheeks burns in his mind.
His heart soars at the fact that you’ll be staying overnight, but it quickly sinks when he remembers what his bedroom looks like. It would be a miracle if you weren’t disgusted by the slimy potion jars he hid there earlier, or disappointed at his lack of organization. Severus rushes to the bedroom and waves his wand over his sheets, mending the holes in the fabric. Muttering “Colovaria” under his breath, he changes both the comforter and pillowcase to be a deep green. There’s only one pillow, but he can sleep downstairs. At least the bed looks halfway decent now.
When you come out of the bathroom, a towel is wrapped around your body and water drips from your hair. You smile shyly at him and say, “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your towel.”
“No, that is perfectly acceptable.”
“By the way, I’m done with the bathroom. You can use it now if you want.”
Severus nods at you and then heads into the bathroom. An odd part of him doesn’t want to shower, to wash away your scent and the traces of your touch. Yet he still turns on the water and scrubs his body, knowing that you won’t be able to linger on his body forever anyway.
After his shower, he dries his body instantly with a charm and puts on pajamas that don’t look beaten up. Usually, he throws something on and tumbles into bed. This time, he stands in front of the mirror and rearranges the fabric to make himself look more presentable for you.
He walks back into the bedroom and finds you wearing your lingerie. Seeing you like this, about to go to bed, feels wrong. The night isn’t particularly warm and you should be sleeping in something more comfortable.
“You do not need to sleep in that,” he comments. He opens his wardrobe and turns to look at you. “Do you have anything to sleep in?”
“I… You don’t want me to sleep like this?” you ask, confused. “And I don’t, actually.”
He finds it strange that you don’t have pajamas tucked away in your bag. Haven’t you had to sleep in a bed other than your own for your job? Nevertheless, he finds pajamas and hands them to you. “Here. You may wear this. It will be large on you, but it is comfortable.”
“Thank you, Severus,” you say quietly. You briefly look up at him and smile, and Severus briefly notices a strange look in your eye. But before he can say anything or decipher that look, you take the pajamas and slip off your bra and panties. He turns around as you undress, embarrassed to look at your body, as though he hasn’t seen you naked before.
You pat the pillow and smooth down the blankets, getting all cozy in his bed. He takes this as his cue to head for the door. But just as he’s about to turn around to wish you a good night, you stop him. “Wait! Where are you going?”
“Downstairs.” He pulls on the handle as he hears you laugh.
“No, silly! Come here!” You pat the blankets next to you, beckoning him to join you. Concerns about invading your privacy and comfort flood his mind, but then he sees the inviting smile on your face and relaxes. If anything, he’s excited to sleep next to you.
Your face scrunches in confusion as Severus joins you on the mattress. “Where’s your pillow?”
“I only have one,” he admits sheepishly. When Severus inherited this house from his parents, he wanted to erase the memories of his childhood from the house. He threw out his childhood bed and converted his old bedroom into an office. Then, he threw out almost all his parents’ items, their bedding set included. The last thing he wants at the beginning and end of every day is to be reminded of them.
“Oh. You can take this then.” You lift your head from the pillow, but Severus stops you.
“It is yours. You are the guest, after all.”
“That feels wrong,” you say. You scrunch your brows together and then your face lights up. “I have an idea. How about you take the pillow and I use your shoulder as my pillow instead?”
Severus’s heart skips a beat at the thought of cuddling with you, partially from nervousness and partially because he’s never cuddled with anyone before. He extends his arms to you and hopes you won’t notice his racing heart.
After getting cozy on his arm and resting your hand on his chest, you look up at Severus and smile. Neither of you say anything or move in for a kiss; you both just lie there until you eventually drift off. He watches you as you sleep, taking in the delicate lines of your face and the rising and falling of your chest.
No matter how hard he pushes it in the back of his mind, Severus has to admit to himself that he’s fallen for you. When you part from him tomorrow, he’ll be parting with the first person to make him feel alive in a long time. He watches as you rest, allowing the seconds to tick by, hoping that time will slow down if neither of you moves from this position. But after an hour of trying to slow down time, Severus finally sinks into a deep slumber. As he drifts off, the last thought that crosses his mind is how desperately he wishes that morning will never arrive.
