#Alan rickman smut

[marvel-snape-writes]

hii i found your work recently and i love it so much!! would you be interested in continuing the storyline of the solo snape one-shot and writing one about him and the mirror of erised?

Infatuated Reflections Plagued By Self-loathing

Severus Snape x 🤫female character🤫/The Mirror of Erised

5.7k+ words

18+ solo smut 🤭

Thank you to the person who requested this! I hope you enjoy it, and I hope that the rollercoaster of emotions does your request the justice it deserves! 😊🫶

You’d have thought that for someone who was so often described as ‘an overgrown bat’ that nightfall would have been his favourite time of day, but not for Severus Snape. In reality, he hated when the day was over, the marking was done, and he had no other vices to drown out his own thoughts. The tossing and turning in his bed was often as a result of this. Though, albeit more often than he’d like to admit, he would sometimes think about how it must feel to spend the night with someone, rather than by himself. Not even necessarily for any fooling around, more for the company. Someone to hold, perhaps, or even someone to be held by. He knew he would be far too nervous, far too out of his depth, even, in order to hint at anything more. But just to have someone to carry him through the loneliness, that he couldn't deny he had wished for now and then.

Right now, he was sat at his desk and still trying to find different ways in which to procrastinate making the journey from his armchair to his bed. He couldn't put his finger on why, but tonight he felt a mixture of loneliness and a slight twinge of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the company he was longing for tonight was something more along the lines of affection than just another body to lay to the side of in silence. His chin rested on the palm of his hand with his elbow bent on the table as he pondered into the gentle flicker of his desk candle how exactly could he get what he so craved whilst avoiding the embarrassment of speaking or bumping into a single person. He concluded only one answer: taking a visit to The Mirror of Erised.

‘Don’t be so absurd’, was the first internal voice of response. He stared down at the neatly stacked pieces of paper upon his desk and let out a deep sigh through his hooked nose. ‘You want company, you do not wish to be a burden, you do not wish for embarrassment. It is the only way’, a different voice then continued as his lip twitched, ‘Go’.

“Can I bring the mirror back to bed with me?” He asked out loud into the silence, his mind tampering with the slightly seducing reflections he may see in the mirror if it really did show the depths his desires would go on rare occasions.

There were few things he hated more than feeling like this. Very rarely he would let himself to give in to his own desires. Very rarely he would allow himself to even entertain the idea. On the rare occasion he did, it would be over in a flash; whether that be because of the self-loathed feeling of embarrassment he would bring upon himself for letting it come to that point where he had no choice except to chase his own release, or whether it was because the times between allowing pleasure into his life were so far apart that once he started, it only took a few minor strokes to reach his craved result; the hot, sticky blobs landing upon him almost as white as his own skin.

He could feel the frustration beginning to grow. It bubbled from the pit of his stomach and sent tingles down his thighs, clenching his fists a few times whilst swallowing hard. The times where he craved company that went further than just to have another person’s presence with him were what he’d fear the most. Not knowing how long it was going to last or how he would deal with it. Whether he would dare to allow himself to go through with the inevitable when it got too painful to even sleep. The feeling, the urges would come in waves. To him, they were more likened to waves of nausea — or should he say, they were about just as unwelcome as feeling nauseous. However, the way that one would ‘feel better’ after having thrown up after a long time of feeling sick, this was the same way he felt after he had given in to his own desires; not happy necessarily, certainly not proud, maybe a little relieved, but mostly just glad it was over.

Begrudgingly, he stood up from his armchair and brushed his hands down the front of his buttoned pyjama shirt. He pushed his chair back into his desk and glanced around the room to try and decide what would result in less speculation or questions if he were to be caught walking the corridors after hours. He was comfortable in his black bedclothes, but he definitely didn't have the confidence to be walking down the halls in them. His go-to solution was to grab his cloak and wrap it around his shoulders — and as much of his body as possible without looking completely ridiculous.

He stood by his chamber door for a few moments, one hand fixed on the handle and one pushing through his hair as he had a few last minute hesitations about going to find The Mirror of Erised. What would someone say if they saw him? What story would he make up? What if someone was in front of the mirror already? The thoughts took over his mind for several moments and he sighed deeply, taking one glance back at his empty bed before making the final decision to go ahead with the plan to at least attempt to fill his loneliness.

Thankfully, the corridors were quiet, or quiet enough at least to be able to hear if anyone else was coming in any other direction. Knowing exactly what to do and where to go in order to find The Mirror of Erised irritated him a little as he was hoping by the time it was in view, his desires may have calmed. They hadn’t.

As he saw the mirror in the distance, he pondered for a short while if this would be worth it at all. Would it make him feel even worse if he couldn't even converse with whatever would be standing in front of him? He stepped closer to it. What if he could cast a spell and make it talk? Or would that make it even worse?

He grumbled to himself as he approached the mirror and stood at the side of it, still in absolute disbelief that he had allowed himself to come this far. He pulled his cloak around him a little bit tighter as if for some sort of comfort — for the first time in a long time he actually felt a bit nervous. As he side stepped a little closer to the mirror, still not yet in front of it, he thought of all the possibilities that could be reflected; Which would it choose? Out of all the things in Severus Snape’s ‘ideal world’, which, in this exact moment in time, would The Mirror of Erised select as his most his desired?

He felt his heart race at the thought of the several possible outcomes and was unable to even move his feet, almost as if they had been glued to the floor. Often coming across as being so sure of himself and his actions, he was not familiar with this sudden anxiety surrounding the idea of standing in front of a mirror. He knew deep down it was because he was afraid of seeing for himself what it was that he really wanted, because if he could see it, then he knew it was real, and delving into his own thoughts and feelings and putting himself and his own desires first was something he hadn't done for years.

He took a deep breath and lifted one of his feet in order to step in front of the mirror before stopping himself in the process as he had a sudden thought; what if he were to cast the potential ‘talking’ spell on the mirror before standing in front of it? That way, if he didn't like what he saw, he could at least threaten whoever was on the other side with something if they didn't promise to keep tonight and his helplessness a secret.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket and gestured it toward the mirror, muttering the first thing that came into his head. He lowered his arm and placed his wand back into his pocket, waiting a few moments in complete silence. The breath he drew this time was even deeper than the one before, genuinely afraid of what he may discover next. His heart thumping in his chest and his hands growing sweaty, he took his first step in front of the mirror. Afraid to look at the image in front of him, his eyes instinctively closed once he was in line with it.

Just open them, Severus. Whatever you see, it is not real, he told himself, already embarrassed with how pathetic he felt. He calmed his breathing and swallowed hard, opening his eyes with a slight squint at first before opening them fully. To his surprise — or relief — there wasn't anything in the reflection of the mirror other than darkness. He couldn't even see himself. Not that he and his self-loathing was upset about it. He let out a shaky breath and stared directly at it, trying his best to focus on if there was anything he was missing. He arched a brow and sighed in defeat.

You can’t even stare into a mirror right, he grumbled inside his head, pulling his cloak around him tightly again and turning away from the mirror. He began to walk back to the door and pressed his lips together hard, unsure of if he was more angry or disappointed in himself. Even the mirror didn't have anything to offer him. Only seeing his own reflection? He knew there was a reason why he had never used the mirror for himself. What could a cold, reserved man possibly desire?

Already dreading who he would potentially bump into down the corridors back to his chamber, he placed his hand on the handle of the door to leave the room. The mirror was facing away from him now, his back toward the room, and he couldn't wait to pretend he had never even tried to communicate with it. He twisted the handle and began to pull it open, scowling to himself until he heard a voice from behind him speak into the empty room, “Severus, wait…”

The gentle voice shook him to his core, placing his free hand flat upon the wall at the side of the doorframe to try and steady himself. For a moment he convinced himself that he had imagined it, but the same gentle tone called for him again. His lips parted and he felt a shiver run down his spine, his fingertips now turning white from how hard they were pressed against the wall. His heart rate intensified wildly as he turned around and began walking back toward the mirror.

Once again, he approached the front of it with his eyes closed, still not fully convinced that his spell had worked. Had he made the mirror say what he craved most rather than showing him? Gradually, he opened his eyes again to find his answer. His head was dipped when his eyes opened fully, seeing only dainty feet. It was as his eyes trailed further up herbody that he felt himself dizzy with impossibility. Whether the reflection could speak to him or not, he found himself absolutely speechless. His eyes welled as he felt genuine emotion surge through his body for the first time in longer than he could even remember.

“I- It can’t be…” His voice trembled, bringing one of his hands to his mouth and speaking into it, “C-Can’t…”

His head shook as his eyes met the reflection in the mirror. Instead of seeing himself with what he apparently most desired, he only saw her alone. But that was enough. If he had seen himself with her after all these years, he was convinced he would've collapsed in an instant. She looked older, though she still had all the same familiarities he was so used to gazing upon in his youth. Still convinced that he was seeing things, he took a step closer. The slim figure in the mirror moved with him, shocking him to the point of stumbling backward a little and struggling to keep his balance. He desperately reached to a nearby table to try and stabilise himself, feeling himself growing more and more lightheaded by the second.

“Just take a breath,” She said, her eyes following him from the mirror, “Compose yourself,” The softness of her voice made him tingle, “Everything is going to be okay.”

“You’re not here,” He shook his head manically, covering his face with his hands as he leant back against the table, “You are not here.”

“Look at me and tell me I’m not, Severus.” She replied.

Severus slowly lowered his hands from his face again and tried not to act so startled this time when he was met with her reflection yet again. He swallowed hard and exhaled deeply. She was every bit of stunning that he remembered. Even more so, actually. Now she looked a similar age to him, he could begin to imagine what life would have been like — could have been like. But that thought made his eyes well even more.

“How are you, Severus?” She asked in a gentle tone.

“Oh, that used to be such a simple question to answer…” Severus laughed weakly, his hands trembling madly as he dared to look her reflection in the eyes again.

“Well, you’re here,” She shrugged, “Living, breathing—”

“Barely,” Severus swallowed the lump in his throat, “I’d say more just existing.”

“Oh, Severus…” It was only two words but the way she said it earned a singular tear to run down his cheek. The caring, tender tone made him feel as if she had reached out her hand caressed it. He looked up at her reflection helplessly, catching his lip between his teeth when it began to quiver.

“I can't…” He inhaled shakily, “B—Believe it…”

His chest physically pained from what was in front of him, still only half believing it was true.

“What is it?” She asked, narrowing her eyebrows empathetically and speaking again when Severus failed to do so, “I cannot leave if I am what you desire the most. That's the rules. The mirror can't lie.”

Severus nodded uneasily, mumbling under his breath, “I do not deserve to desire,” He shrugged simply, “Wherever you are, I just hope you’re happy,” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat, “Whatever that means.”

“You deserve more than anyone to desire, Severus,” She smiled softly, “A man who has prevented himself from such feelings for so long.”

Severus’ lip twitched, now staring at his feet.

“It is only natural to—”

“Be weak and give in to it?” Severus asked, arching a brow.

“Do not think of it as giving in, think more that you are allowing yourself to feel.” She smiled kindly.

Severus felt himself go strangely numb and electric at the same time. His breathing became jittery and he was struggling to try and figure out what exactly it was that she meant. It wasn't that he didn't feel anything, it was more that he felt everything all at once; shock, sadness, happiness, helpless, regret, heartbreak, loneliness, that so-called desire she spoke of, aroused, even, and when he raised his head to look at her again, justified for all of the above.

“I won't tell if you don't, Severus.” She whispered.

“I-I’m sorry?” Severus widened his eyes.

Before he knew it, his mouth was as wide as his eyes. He watched in awe as she began to undress in front of him in the mirror, half not thinking he was worthy to witness such beauty, half being in so much awe he was unable to bring his eyes away. She stopped once she got to her underwear and left those items of clothing on, looking back into his eyes now. Severus’ eyes quickly diverted, however, now shyly looking at the floor

“For heavens sake, just do what every fibre of your being is telling you to,” She stood now with her hand on her hip, “Take a look.”

Severus’ breathing grew heavier, afraid of what would become of him if he looked at her properly.

“For me?” She bit her lip.

He took a shaky breath and lifted his head, “I…” He swallowed hard.

“Deserve to stop putting off your own desires?” She finished for him.

“I haven't had single desire in my life since the day you...” He began to admit, though couldn't finish the sentence, so only exhaled a sad sigh.

“That is absurd, Severus.” She shook her head.

“I have been afraid to open myself and love again because I fear the loss of it,” He forced himself to look into her eyes, “Because of the loss I felt when I lost you.” His voice was shaky, unsure of whether he felt more or less pathetic admitting this to a reflection in a mirror rather than an actual human being.

“We cannot never love again in fear of loss, Severus,” She frowned, “Otherwise we would never love again.”

“That is the point.” His words were spoken with a slightly sharper tongue this time, “In reality, your death barely happens to you at all, it happens to your friends and family. They’re the ones who feel it. They're the ones who have to deal with it. Day in, day out. Nothing but pain and sadness, nothing but—”

“Severus, Severus!” She butted in, in an attempt to stop him digging himself a deeper hole, “I am here right now, aren't I? The one thing you desire the most? The one telling you that it is okay to have desires and lust. It is completely natural to have a burning want for something and go ahead and allow yourself to feel it,” Their eyes met in the mirror again, “Why is it yourself that you are so unforgiving?”

“Why do you insist on staying and breaking my heart?” He spoke with the most pained expression on his face.

“This is me telling you that it is okay. What is it that you want from me, permission to give in to what you crave the most?” She asked.

“Yes!” Severus practically pleaded, his eyes burning with threat of bursting into tears.

HERE

He watched as the image in the mirror reached behind, unclasping her bra and dropping it carelessly to the floor whilst not even breaking eye contact for a moment, “Is that enough?”

Severus’ body shivered from head to toe at the image before him. His eyes twitched. His lips twitched. His cock twitched. He swore he could even hear his heartbeat. Even though she wasn't real, even though she was just a reflection, the effect she was having upon him that once felt like a sin now felt so natural. It was as if her permission had allowed him to feel this way. As if that was all he ever needed in order to allow himself pleasure in anything after her death.

“Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as cock stirred in his underwear, unable to tear his eyes off the image in front of him. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over his crotch and inhaled sharply when he felt the obvious bump.

“Too scared to see the damage, Severus?” She taunted him through the mirror.

“You—”

“And don't even think about blaming me,” She snapped quickly, “This is all inside your head, not mine.”

Severus’ lips pressed together — he was far too aroused at this point to argue. Even if it would be arguing with a reflection in a mirror. He felt like he was having an out-of-body-experience. His palm brushed back and forth over the bump in the front of his pyjama bottoms and he swallowed hard, feeling the temperature in his body rise. The instinct to chase his arousal had hit him like a ton of bricks; he wanted it, needed it, and had been instructed to do so by the only person who could command him to do anything.

“Is this you giving in to your desires, Severus?” She asked, biting her lip from the view.

“Giving in to you,” He inhaled shakily, “Always giving in to you.”

“Show me.” She whispered.

Severus felt a shiver all the way down to the tip of his cock from her tone of voice and pushed his hand into the front of his pyjamas, then boxers. He could feel himself throb from the simple motion of just brushing his fingertips over the bare skin. For the first time in a long time, he showed barely any hesitation as he wrapped his hand around his cock completely, gently giving himself some slow strokes as his body adjusted to this rare form of pleasure.

“Y…” He squeaked as he watched her topless reflection, “You…”

“Feast upon the image to your hearts content, Severus,” She pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, “If my permission is what it took to allow a little only natural pleasure into your life, it’s all yours.”

“All… mine…” He breathed out, the thought alone making his body ache with want. His wrist also ached from the restriction his clothing was giving him as he continued to stroke his length up and down.

“Do you like the thought of that?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Fuck, yes.” He nodded quickly.

“I told you to show me.” Her eyes gestured to his hand moving back and forth in the front of his pants.

Severus inhaled sharply, his eyes remaining completely fixated to hers as he pushed down the front of his pyjama pants and boxers. He moaned quietly at the new freedom of his wrist, but it still wasn't enough. He pushed the waistband of both items of clothing down so that they were set below his hips, allowing his pulsating length and aching balls to be completely free and on show. His mouth continued to gape as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing himself gently before starting to stroke it up and down again, bringing himself even closer to the mirror.

“That’s it, Severus,” The reflection cooed, “Chase that feeling you've been denying yourself for all this time.”

He reached out a shaky hand and placed it against the boarder of the mirror, helping steady himself as he stood with parted legs. His fist slid up and down with ease, perhaps a little bit too much ease, but this situation was playing with his head in more ways than one. Usually, on the scarce occasions he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes would be closed in order to flood his head with images that would get him off the fastest, but now his eyes remained open. Those images were right in front of him. His eyes took their time in tracing every detail of her bare body, the only item left upon her being her bottom underwear. The fact that is was exactly how he had imagined her to be, exactly what he dreamed to have and hold each night he closed his eyes; beautifully aged, just how he always pictured she would be. His eyes settling upon her breasts earned a particular throb from his cock, urging him to speed his hand up. Her eyes followed his and he let out several soft whimpers, his lips still parted as precum leaked into his fist, making the movements even slicker. He was completely and utterly mesmerised by her reflection.

He wanted to reach out and touch her. Every inch of her, skin on skin. He craved it. He had never seen such beauty like this so close. Sure, he had dreamed of growing old with her and being able to hold her at every stage of aging life, but he never thought he would get this close. So close, but yet so far. So out of reach, but such a stunning reflection before him. It was like turning torture into art.

“Agh, shit…” He grunted when he purposely brushed his hand under the head of his cock with a little more pressure a couple of times. He rolled onto his tiptoes and felt his entire body shudder in pleasure.

“Are you sure you want to chase the ending that fast, Severus?” Asked the mirror.

“Wh-Wha…” His heavy gaze lifted to hers.

“You don't want it to be over so quickly, do you?” She spoke softly, “Not after how long you've just gone without it,” Her eyes glanced down to his pumping fist for a brief moment, “Savour it.”

One hand stayed against the boarder around the mirror and the other remained around his cock, breathing heavily as his movements slowed down. Instead, he tapped his fingertip against the tip of his length and inhaled shakily when he saw the string of precum attached between them. He whimpered manically as he spread the stickiness around the head of his cock and narrowed his eyebrows, pressing his lips firmly together to try and not make a sound. After a few moments, he wrapped his fist a little looser around himself and parted his legs slightly more. He let go and glanced down at his stubborn arousal, lightly tracing a sticky finger back and forth over the prominent vein bulging against his skin.

“Oh, oh, ohhh…” He hissed through clenched teeth, but he couldn't take it for long; before he knew it, his fist was back around him fully again, though loose enough still to allow swift movements.

“Are you going to fuck your hand and pretend it's mine?” The reflection asked, biting her lip as her eyes fell to his hand again, “Pretend it's me?”

His free hand now lay flat against the border of the mirror and he took a deep, shaky breath. His eyes met with hers and he began to slowly move his hips back and forth, thrusting into his open fist. He shuddered in pleasure and dared himself to tighten his fist and his mouth fell open, moaning “fuck” every few seconds. His hand moved from pressing against the border of the mirror to gripping onto it and grunting every time he bucked his hips, his fingertips now turning white and slightly painful from how desperately he was holding onto it.

“Mmmhh…” He groaned lowly, feeling himself pulsate madly in his grip.

“You’re being so good to yourself, Severus,” Her reflection purred, “Does it feel nice to allow yourself to give in to your desires?”

Severus couldn't even fathom a verbal response. His jerking wrist was now working in time with his hips, his lips pressed firmly together to try and not allow any louder moans to pass through them. His fist twisted and moved in perfect rhythm, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he was doing it without guilt. His eyes which would usually be squeezed shut to try and block out the shame were — albeit heavy — wide open and burning into hers. There wasn't a thing that could stop him at this point, not even the fact that he hadn't locked the door. He was so focused on chasing his release at this point, he couldn't even spare himself a moment to reach for his wand and cast a spell to lock it, either.

“Ugh, fuck, I…” He inhaled sharply, “I-I’m so close…” His breathing became even more jittery, “S…”

“Are you going to cum, Severus?” Her reflection asked, biting her lip.

“Y—Yes… yes!” He whined helplessly, his fist firing relentlessly up and down his entire length.

“Are you going to cum for me, Severus?” Her voice was the most seductive thing he had ever heard.

His thighs tensed and the flickering sparks in the pit of his stomach grew into embers and began to rise higher and higher, earning a jolt of his hips into his hand. He quickly removed his hand from the mirror and placed it just beneath the tip of his length, his jaw tensing and toes curled, suddenly feeling the pleasure of a thousand summer days spent with her hit him all at once in some form of sticky euphoria as his climax began to land upon his cupped hand. He felt dizzy with pleasure and had no choice other than to place his hand back against the border of the mirror again to steady himself whilst his other hand was far too busy pumping up and down his length — the orgasm of which was now spraying against the mirror itself.

“Oh, g—good, god!” Severus’ voice was practically strangled, the veins in his neck almost popping out as his head swung back in ecstasy, “Fuck! Mmmh!” His fist continued to pump recklessly up and down his length and his eyes rolled back, string after string of its effect continuing to land upon the mirror. His wrist ached but the movements continued, grunting breathlessly as he refused to stop.

“Severus, Severus,” She whispered softly as his head remained tilted back, “Say my name…” She spoke in a firm but gentle voice.

Severus regained the strength to lift his head again and opened his eyes, twitching cock still in hand and feeling his heart skip a beat once their eyes met again. He swallowed hard and panted heavily, paying no mind to the mess he had made upon the mirror now trailing down the surface of it. The relief he felt was like something he had barely ever experienced. Euphoric, guilt free relief.

“Say it.” She whispered again, smiling sweetly.

Severus licked his lips shakily, his eyes flickering to the reflection of her lips in the mirror and leaned forward. He pursed his lips and allowed his eyes to fall shut as they pressed upon the mirror itself whilst whispering, “Lilly.”

He placed his hand flat upon the mirror at the side of his head in some hope of being able to feel her. His lips remained pressed against the mirror in some hope he would be able to taste her. He couldn't. It was just cold. Numb. And when he pulled back to gaze upon Lilly’s reflection in the mirror once more, so was his heart. She was gone.

He felt like his heart had been completely torn out of his chest. His eyes welled with tears; frustration, heartbreak, shock and sadness all mixed into one. His hand pressed against the mirror again as if hers would be there to touch it on the other side. Still nothing.

“N—No… no.” His lip quivered, desperately trying to think of any way to bring her back to him again, “Tell me it wasn't real…” He inhaled shakily, “Tell me I just imagined it…” His burning, tear filled eyes stared back at only his own reflection, “No, no, no!” His self-loathing surging through his veins like never before, “My heart is already breaking, why don't you just twist the fucking knife?!”

He felt beyond overwhelmed with emotion, as if he was about to hyperventilate as he panted. In a moment of both weakness and madness, his fist pounded against the mirror a couple of times, though only for want to hurt himself rather than the reflection of her that once stood there. The room was silent despite his sobs. He forced his red eyes open and parted his trembling lips, shaking his head as he stared helplessly into the mirror whilst whimpering.

“I just…” He inhaled deeply, pleading loud in his voice now, “I just cannot face myself alone again.”

He turned himself around and leant back against the mirror, sliding down it with the hope of landing and sleeping in herembrace at last. He buried his face in his hands and continued to bawl, tears now seeping through his fingers and trailing down his wrists. Anyone who walked past the room would think that something was dying inside, but to Severus it felt as if something already had; a wound that had already been far from healed ripped wide open again and stinging him all the more this time in the process. He felt what it was like to have her there with him and then lose her right in front of him all over again.

‘Why had she gone? This wasn't how the mirror worked.’, were the words whizzing around his head. He hated that he had come to this conclusion, but he saw no other way; deep down, he would never want her to see him like this; miserable, embarrassed, alone. His desire was for her to tell him that giving in to what he desired most was okay, and she did that. She saw him with his lustful, loyal eyes. She saw him allowing himself to feel pleasure after all these years of avoiding it, feeling unworthy. He didn't desire for her to see how he really felt now that she was gone and the years since. She really only ever got the better version of him, and even subconsciously he made sure of that.

He had never really known love until it came to him in the form of her, and he felt as if his heart was no longer needed ever since she was no longer here. He knew even if he did allow himself to feel for someone who wasn't her, she would always be the constant in his life — regardless of whether she was living, a reflection, or not here at all. She lived so deeply in his heart she was almost like a dagger; if removed, he would die. The promise he made because of her kept him alive. Though far gone from this world, she kept him alive.

“Lilly…” He finally removed his hands and rubbed his puffy eyes, sniffling, “Oh, my sweet Lilly,” He swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping under his eyes, “Don't leave me in charge of my own heart. It only knows you.”

He heard the rain hit against the window and took a deep breath. Even the sky was crying, mourning with him all over again. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The infatuated reflections plagued by self-loathing, the once guilt-free pleasure that he felt only a few moments ago was gone, just like her, and only left him wondering how it was possible for something so beautiful to cause him such pain.

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[lumisfiction]

I Wondered how a younger Severus would of looked-Ai generated using MidJourney- you may use I have no rights to AI art- Young Severus or Young Alan Rickman either way I love the way these came out!!!

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"Miss Fae, send him in.", you buzzed to your secretary, getting impatient now as the meeting was almost five minutes late. You checked the face of your Rolex again.

Yes, sir. He's on his way.", she buzzes back almost instantly.

As your office door opens you hear a distinct pop, Fae was popping her gum again and today it especially grated on your nerves but you held back from rolling your eyes as Christopher Stewards walks in, he was to join your team at Rickman And Associates.

"Jesus, where'd you find that one?", he asks once the door was shut and your secretary out of sight, he was grinning ear to ear like a high school boy in love.

"Miss Fae?", you question and Christopher nods.

Steepling your fingers in front of you, your eyes met those of the young man. This meeting wasn't about her.

"Don't know how you get any work done with that distraction right outside your door.", Christopher keeps on.

"Miss Fae is my secretary. And if you join this team, Mr. Stewards, you will not be hanging around her desk trying to get up her skirt. Is that understood?", this time your tone was showing that your patience was wearing thin.

The young man gulps, nodding, knowing you mean business with this job.

Adjusting your tie, Fae was looking down at her keyboard and then at her computer screen, clearly lost in her work. You watched as her tongue pushed the pink gum from between red lips, sucking back, and pop! Again, even if it wasn't loud, you always were aware of her presence, sucking back to make little absent-minded popping noises whenever she had gum in her mouth.

Saying nothing, you held out your hand in front of her mouth, palm up, standing over her. As her eyes turn up to you her tongue threatens to push out the gum and you raise an eyebrow, daring her to pop it again.

"Spit it out.", you instructed.

Giving it one last chew, her eyes still upturned to yours, she spits the pink wad of gum into your hand, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rickman.

Ignoring her apology, her hands push at the hem of her skirt in her lap, "And watch how you speak. It's noted men have gotten quite the impression of you and we can do without you being a tease."

Watching her lipstick red lips open, blush creeping to her pale cheeks, "Sir, I didn't do anything. I told Mr. Stewards you were ready for him-"

"No matter.", you interrupted, "Just listen to what I say."

Miss Fae was quite the competent worker, there was no doubt about that. She was smart, quick with any task assigned, and not to mention she wasn't bad to look at as long as you could keep any other men at the firm from lingering around her desk.

But as competent as she was, something about her infuriated you.

Was it that bouncy little walk?

Those fuck-me eyes?

The way she pouted while working?

Maybe it was the gum popping. Although you rather liked the thought of her mouth as much as the next young man.

But you aren't young anymore, you're middle-aged, and your perky little secretary wasn't going to want a man that was twenty-five years older than her.

Fae took your harshness towards her well, always with a smile, so on a morning like this when you brought her a coffee of your own accord she lit up like it was Christmas.

"Thanks, Mr. Rickman. You're the best.", she hums, her lipstick was pink today as they wrapped around the straw to suck up the iced vanilla coffee you had noted was her favorite.

The best. You felt a slight smirk come to your eyes, you could show her what the best was.

Although politeness was common between the two of you it wasn't usual that you brought her treats, "The meeting is in ten minutes and don't bring that coffee in there.", you tell her and she nods obediently. 'So easy to train.', you think.

Fae was simply your personal secretary but you wanted her there for meetings, it was important she knew who the firm was working with, how finances were doing, and the names and faces of anyone you dealt with directly. As the meeting wore on you noticed out of the corner of your eye how she crossed her legs in her seat, waiting a few minutes and then crossing her legs on the opposite side, squirming in her chair, the fabric of the designer skirt riding up her thighs. You had watched with satisfaction as she gulped down the coffee before the meeting started and now you knew why she was squirming.

"Excuse me a moment.", she whispers, leaning close for only you to hear.

Not taking your eyes off from the person across from you, you didn't even bother to look at Miss Fae who sat next to you, her green eyes practically begging you behind the glasses she wore when dealing with meeting paperwork.

You didn't have to tell her no, that she couldn't go use the bathroom during this meeting. All you had to do was grip the arm of her chair to stop her from scooting back and excusing herself. She'll have to wait. At least in this way you could make her squirm under your control.

Glancing at your watch now that the meeting was over you looked at the sound of heels clicking away rather hurriedly and it's none other than Fae, rushing now to the bathroom. The smile you wore was a secret success as you watched her ass as she rushed away.

Catching Christopher eyeing her as you were all leaving at the same time, her backside was almost pressed to you as the young man was edging closer to her. "Hey, maybe...you wanna go grab a drink?", he asks her.

You could scoff, there was a difference in appreciation and claiming a women and acting disrespectful as this pup was doing.

Fae shifts in her heels, shaking her head, "No thanks. That's not really my thing."

A lie. You've known Fae to grab a drink with girlfriends on lunch.

"How about lunch tomorrow?", Christopher Steward is proving to be persistent.

Again, she shakes her head. This time she steps back against you slightly, the movement unconscious and the urge for you to hold her waist is there. "No. I'm not really interested.", Fae lets him down gently.

"Are you an idiot or something?!", you hear shouting through your closed office door.

There's a muffled female voice in response.

"I don't care!", Christopher roars, "I asked you to do something! You do it! Understand?!"

Not liking the sound of his shouting, you had an idea who he was yelling at and got yourself up from your desk, stepping from your office.

"It is your job!", he yells at Fae who you see standing tentatively behind her desk but at least standing her ground although you could tell she's on the verge of tears.

"What's going on?", you ask, her gaze snapping immediately to you. You've yelled at her before and she's never reacted this way, tears threatening to spill, when you yell shr takes it.

"I was explaining to Mr. Stewards that-", she tries to tell you but his yelling takes over, spit gathering at the corners of his lips.

"This bitch-!", Christopher Stewards begins, and immediately you don't like that, he's been treating her differently since she rejected him in the elevator, "I told her I wanted reports filed today and she's doing nothing but acting like a stupid bitch who can't do her job!"

Anger taking over your features, you stepped to the scorned young man, "Miss Fae is my employee. Understand? She's mine. And she is the most competent employee I have and there's not much I can say for you. I will not have you stand here and shout at her in my firm. Do you want to keep your job here?"

It must have been sobering for this little bastard to realize that you held his job, his fate, in your hands. You watched his face change, realizing his mistake, that Miss Fae was yours and no one else's.

"Can you stop doing that?", you ask Fae, your eyes glancing out the window at the traffic, both of you in the cab.

Her gum pops, she's doing it more during travel and right now, jet lagged, you can't take it, "Doing what?", she asks like a spoiled child that can do no wrong.

Turning to glare at her, you hold out your hand as you've done in the past for her to spit it out.

"I can't spit into your hand. We're in the back of a cab.", she protests.

"Then swallow it.", you tell her simply.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me.", you say under your breath, staring at the single key card in your hand, the hotel lobby as noisy as New York streets, "Check it again. Rickman. Alan Rickman. And there should be a separate room for Fae.", she was waiting patiently on your heels.

"I'm sorry, sir. Only one king sized room was booked for that name and under Rickman Anf Associates.", the worker explains.

Great. The other law firm offered to fly you out, put you up in a room, but didn't think to book a separate room for her so now the two of you would have to share because the hotel was booked full.

The cab ride to the hotel had been long and the flight had been even longer so now that you've showered and slightly unpacked you sat on the bed in the dim lighting trying to not fall asleep as the shower ran, Fae taking her turn in an attempt to wash off the long day. You could smell the soap she was using, it was the same scent that always seemed to cling to her skin that matched perfectly with her perfume. Poor girl, you thought, she put up with you so well, never a bad reaction.

She emerges from the shower and you sit up ever so slightly, fluffing the pillows behind your back as she walks to the bed, turning on the lamp next to her side, "I feel way better after that.", she sighs.

You risk peeking at her, seeing her bend to grab something, the short black silk nightgown she wore was no doubt designer as well, the dark fabric making her pale skin seem like something out of a fairytale. "I don't mind sharing a room. Don't worry, I don't snore.", she informs and you had to force a smile, her cheeriness grating on your nerves.

But here she was, in all her glory, smelling as fresh as the dawn and barely dressed in the same bed as you.

You risked another peek as she began rubbing lotion on her legs, the moments cat-like and seductive to you, wishing badly to feel that firm body beneath your grasp.

"Do you ever sit still?", you huffed, finally speaking, watching as she paused to glance up at your glaring face.

She caps the lotion, setting it on the bedside before turning her attention to you, this close you could see how when she moved the silk fabric brushed her bare chest, the slight touch making her nipples react beneath the fabric. God, how you wanted her!

"Sometimes.", she answers, but this time in her expression was something you've never seen before, as if she was losing her patience, "And are you always so rude and grumpy? I mean really? No wonder you've been divorced for over ten years, that's what I heard. No one will have a grumpy old man like you!"

Never. Never has Fae bitten back at you with harsh words, especially ones that cut deep, your personal life and the personal Hell of you're just a "grumpy old man" that will never have her.

Before you could think, it happened. Your hand came up, slapping her cheek in an attempt to rid her mouth of those harsh words. You didn't hit her with your full strength, of course, but the surprise and force of it was enough to make her yelp, holding her reddening cheek and staring at you with big eyes that seemed unsure what to do next.

"Oh-I'm sorry-", the words were out of your mouth almost immediately, the sound of skin to skin hitting only a second before...

Your boss just...slapped you.

And you could tell he regretted it as soon as it happened, an apology spilling from his lips.

But as soon as the words came out you were in his lap, straddling him, kissing in an attempt to fully take the apology away and to say that you were sorry.

Alan kissed you back hesitantly, his hands hovering your hips while you grasped his face, tasting how his toothpaste was different than yours.

"What. Are. You. Doing?", Alan whispers, making no move to touch you but also making no move to take you from his lap.

Biting your lip, you let go of his face, rocking back gently to settle on his lap, "Kissing you.", you reply with a simple answer. Your cheek still stung slightly but it was more of a shock than anything, the feeling snapping you out of your anger and making your brain go fuzzy for a split second.

Alan rolls his eyes, glancing over you spread across his lap, the silk pushed up your thighs, the man looked like he was struggling. "But why?", he asks you, "Why are you kissing me?"

Why indeed?

It's true that Mr. Rickman wasn't exactly always kind to you. He treated you fairly, but always in his way of speaking to you seemed harsh. Somehow you didn't seem to mind because you knew that in his own way he cared for you and looked after you.

Sometimes a girl needs looking after.

He was older than you, yes, but the way he carried himself made you think that even he could show you a thing or two.

Mr. Rickman was known for his voice, the unique tone, the accent that was a trace of his home, it drew you in like it did everyone else.

Now, staring into his handsome face, the bold nose that was his most striking feature, his hair graying at the temples, you were blushing like a schoolgirl realizing your full attraction for him.

The kiss had been as much of an impulse as his slap was.

As your silence grew you felt his hands finally touch you, resting on your exposed thighs. For a moment you thought he was going to push you off him.

"Well?", he asks, raising his eyebrow in a challenge for your answer, seeing his hazel eyes scan your blushing expression.

"I kissed you because I wanted to.", you whisper, moving ever so closer to his face, almost brushing your lips with his, "Because I like it when you scold me. I like being close and smelling your cologne. I like watching your hands grip pens when signing at work.", you heard him sigh in want as you explain yourself, "I like you having control."

Control seemed to be the word he was wanting and you were happy to give it to him. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs as he closed the tiny space between the two of you, kissing you passionately as if he's been waiting forever to kiss you. The feeling of his hands was enough to make you moan into his mouth, pressing your hips forward on his lap and moving one hand to grope your chest.

Alan groans in reply, his big hands feeling you up, one on your breast, kneading the flesh, and the other on your thigh, pulling you to grind against him more.

"This is what you wanted, darling?", he asks you, chills breaking out along your skin as his pointer finger circles your hardened nipple before tapping it, making you squirm.

Nodding dumbly, you pressed yourself to him more, feeling the bulge inside his boxers as blood was beginning to rush.

Alan smirked, reaching to cup your face, his thumb toying with your lower lip before pushing into your mouth, which you welcomed. He didn't have to watch you suck on his thumb while your hips made little movements to grind against him, instead you both locked eyes, understanding the power dynamic and what you both wanted.

"Good girl.", he breathes before flipping you from his lap to lay you down, his thumb leaving your mouth to run down your body, gliding over every silk covered curve that made you a woman.

You could feel his appreciation in his touch, your legs parting as he got between your thighs, raising your nightgown further.

"Lace.", he remarks in approval at seeing your panties, cupping you over the black fabric.

Alan's finger traces up and down your slit, watching your face as you sighed. His touch was slow, meaningful, fingers dancing along your intimacy until they stopped at your clit, rubbing circles.

Letting a moan escape your lips, you didn't need words to let him know it felt good, those hazel eyes watching every reaction as you lay with your head on the pillow, and ache beginning to grow within you at Alan toying with your clit.

When your hips were beginning to move in time with his rubbing, it was still a little unbelievable that you were here with your boss like this, his touch vanished but only to remove the lace from your body which was beginning to cling to you with arousal.

"My my...", he breathes at the sight of you, tossing your panties to the side, "I don't think I need directions but I do like it." His finger traces the dark hair, a perfect straight line, of your landing strip.

"Are you sure?", you tease, his eyes glancing at your teasing expression and then down to where you were obviously needy.

Alan smirks back, "Well, this...", his finger runs down your landing strip, "Then this perfect little pink button...", he gently circles your tingling clit, "Then paradise...", he runs his finger down your slit, parting your lips, teasing your entrance, "I'm sure."

Your face was hot, squirming to have his finger inside of you as it barely petted your entrance. The man definitely didn't need directions but you could tell he was loving how much he could work you up.

"Tell me. Words. I want it in words.", he doesn't give in to your squirming.

Your begging eyes weren't enough for him, "Inside. Put your finger inside me. Please?"

He holds one of your hips, his thumb stroking your pale flesh as he eases two fingers inside of your heat which makes you groan. "Are you hard?", you ask, "Hard for me?"

His fingers were completely still inside you which made your clit throb even more, just being filled finally. "You have no idea, darling.", he tells you in that deep quiet tone he has which made you clench around his fingers, "Greedy.", he teases you but begins moving his fingers, hooking them upwards to pet exactly where you needed.

Your own hands were groping your breasts as Alan held your hip, fingering you, you were wetting his fingers more and more, that ache growing.

"I'm not letting you cum like this.", he informs you which illicits a whine from your lips.

Whining had been a mistake because in an instance his fingers were pulled from your cunt and he slapped your clit which made you yelp at the sensation you weren't expecting.

"You are so fucking greedy, you little cunt.", Alan growls, reaching for your hips and flipping you on your stomach, making you raise your ass in the air. You could feel your slick as he pushed the silk up your body, his fingers wet.

He slapped your bare ass which rang out loud in the hotel room but you liked it, spreading your legs for him and you could feel how hard he was pressing against you now. With a little wiggle you teased him, completely exposed and vulnerable, wet between your thighs, which only earned you another slap which made your ass cheek burn and your clit tingle more.

"Please?", you begged, careful to keep the whining out of your voice.

He was positioning himself behind you, those big hands groping to spread you apart and watch how you clenched around nothing, aching in need.

"Greedy little thing.", he coos, freeing himself and pushing the tip to your entrance which you immediately push back against to hurry him inside.

As Alan's cock stretched you out, your moans getting lost in the pillow, you heard him sigh, "Paradise."

Neither of you wasted any time, his cock thrusting into your wet core that was beginning to drip down your thighs and you pushing back onto him as hard as you could as if nothing could ever be deep enough.

Alan was in control.

It's what you wanted.

It's what he wanted.

And you wanted him to claim you completely.

"More?", you moaned out.

"More?", he echos between thrusts.

You wiggled your ass, the grip he had on you was surely leaving marks but you didn't mind, feeling one of his hands leave you.

You needed him everywhere.

He was gentle, testing, his thrusts a bit slower as the pad of his thumb gently pressed to your ass which made you moan louder, one of your legs quivering.

He liked you greedy.

And as his thumb sank into your ass, his cock still inside your cunt, he was fucking you completely, using his free hand to push your head into the pillow, controlling your breathing.

"That's it.", you could hear him even over the sound of your whimpering breaths, your face in the pillow, "You're doing so well, darling. Your cunt feels like paradise. I can feel you shaking. Begging to let go."

He was right. Your entire body was quivering and you could barely think, on the verge of coming now, trying desperately to keep up with his thrusts.

"Go on. Show me what you can do. You're so wet. So...so...wet...", Alan urges you on.

Unable to stand it any longer, your mind went fuzzy, fists grabbing the white hotel sheets as you could barely breathe, hot all over as you came, that bliss crashing down on you hard.

Alan fucked you through your orgasm, letting his grip up on your head so you could turn your face sideways to breathe, still trying to fuck yourself back into him while his hand petted your hair that had fallen across your face.

"Such a good girl. Greedy...good...Ahh, Fae-Fuck-", he curses as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling himself into his own bliss as he's claimed everything you have to offer.

"I'm thinking fresh cinnamon rolls...", you hummed, "Hot coffee...", Alan eyes you, listening to your thoughts as you both lay in bed after having had another shower, "And enjoying it in the hot tub."

He smiles, something that was a rare sight, "I think that's a great idea. Maybe I'll actually be in a good mood before this meeting."

You giggled, "You? In a good mood?"

He just shakes his head, this work trip had already been much more than either of you were expecting.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Can I make a very NSFW request? Severus x reader fem. Ever since Severus and Y/N had sex for the first time, Severus feels a lot of sexual desire, and he likes to have his girlfriend moaning for him all the free time they have.

"Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs"—Severus

Addicted to My Girl ~Severus Snape xFem Reader

Summary— Established Relationship, ever since Severus first heard Reader properly moan, he can’t get enough of her. He now lives to draw those sinful sounds from her. Smut ensues. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thanks for the request! Yes, I absolutely would love to write this for you. Thank you for your detailed explanation. I sincerely hope you Enjoy this! ♥️

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Prompt— "Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs"

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, fingering, sex, p in v, implied clit stimulation, overstimulation, light praise, pet names, voice/moan kink, honeymoon phase, established relationship, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

From the second that Severus had heard an unbridled moan erupt from your throat and vibrate through your entire body for the first time, the man was hooked. Owned. Addicted. Powerless. At your mercy.

You were spread out on top of his desk. Your legs wide and Severus planted in the middle of them. Clothes were discarded all across the room. It was heated and passionate. You had both finally snapped, not even making it to the bedroom.

Marks were littered across the neck and chest, but Severus’ tongue was not working away at something else. You gasped and your hand jumped into his head of hair, as the man’s tongue went feral on your cunt.

“OhhHhHh Sevvvvv—!!”

Before you could stop it, your sinfully loud moan tore through all the fibers of your being. Severus stopped at that, looking up at you dumbfounded.

Severus now spent all of his waking hours, that weren’t taken up by his classes, coaxing more heavenly sounds from your lips.

His sex drive, while he had always had one, had fucking skyrocketed since that first night, when you and Severus had first had sex. He couldn’t get you off his mind. Hell, he spent most of his time alone just getting himself off to the thought of you.

Severus stole you away every second he could get you. When you both had free blocks, the man was guaranteed to be teasing you or already in between your legs in some capacity.

Severus was extra lucky today, because it was Friday night, and neither of you had anything planned after your last class in the afternoon. So Severus thought you’d both skip the great hall dinner, after all, the man had the perfect dinner in front of him already…

It wasn’t even dark out yet, and Severus already had you in his lap as he sat in his office desk chair. The man’s fingers had simply slipped under your garments and past your knickers, sliding in and out of your cunt with ease. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto your man for dear life as he bounced you up and down on his fingers.

“S-sev… I’m going to… OhhHhH Sevvv…!” You moaned lewdly, nuzzling your face into the crook of Severus’ neck as you moaned out.

Severus eyes darkened further at your beautiful, addictive sounds.

“That’s it, my love… Cum on my fingers… Again…” Severus told you in his destructively low and sultry, sexy tone.

You held nothing back, crashing over the edge for the second time in the last 40 minutes, having already cum once in Severus’ lap from mere clit stimulation. You let out another sinful moan as you reached ecstasy, biting into your man’s neck to manage the overwhelming pleasure.

Severus fingered you through your high with ease, knowing just the right way to bring you down from your climax, while keeping you buzzing for more.

The man then gently removed his fingers from your dripping cunt, licking his digits clean, before he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom. He laid you on the bed, where you instinctively began to curl up with a yawn. But Severus chuckled, crawling up on top of you, beginning to remove his and your clothing. You giggled and let him help you with objection on your end.

“Are you tired, love? So soon? Don't worry, you stay in bed and enjoy while I work between your pretty legs” he cooed lustfully, coming up to your face and giving you a cheeky kiss on the lips, as he spread out your naked form across the bed.

You gasped as you felt Severus’ dick grinding against your dripping core. You immediately grabbed any and all of his exposed skin, pulling his body against yours and moaning once more.

“Tsk tsk tsk, not so fast, my love… Want a proper taste of you first…” Severus hummed, getting off of you to your dismay, and lowering himself down the bed so that his mouth was level with the cunt.

Your hand found purchase again in his hair as the man’s mouth began to devour your precious pussy. His tongue glided in and out of your core with ease, lapping up all your juices and using his own spit as even more lubricant. You threw your head back and let out a groan, as his tongue worked your centre.

“F-fuck Sevvviiiii—” you choked out, pulling tightly on his hair, as Severus buried his face in your cunt and pressed his nose against your clit while his mouth continued to work its wonders on your cunt.

Severus groaned in delight at your sounds, struggling with the urge to take you right there. But he took a deep breath and simply fucked you harder, knowing the wait would be well worth it. His tone continued to swirl its way through your folds, alternating between stimulating your clit and your entrance. And as soon as you tugged at his locks hard enough a gave him a desperate mewl of need, his tongue sunk into your core.

“Christ Severus Yesssssss…!!” You moaned, your back arching and toes curling into his touch.

The man worked you up with precise skill, having paid intense attention to exactly what made your eyes roll back. The pad of his thumb began to roll your clit, making your knees wobble and pulling another string of whimper and groans from your lips. By the time you reached your third edge, you were a begging mess.

“Please please Sevvv Oh God please—!”

Severus happily hummed into your cunt, “Cum for me, my Darling…”

Your third orgasm rocked over you like a fucking tsunami, feeling like every single one of your nerves were on fire as a hot, white pleasure took over your entire body. You sparked underneath your man’s hold, but he never relented, continuing to tongue fuck you through your high.

By the end of your climax, your vision was a little blurry and you were shaking.

“Still want more…?” Severus’ voice gently asked, as he came up from in between your thighs.

“Mhmmmmm yessss, give it to me Sev…” you mumbled, with a drunken nod.

With a smirk, Severus lined himself up with your dripping heat. You held onto the man in a vice grip as he sunk down into you. And the man nearly came right there from the sinful moan that spilled from your lips… Bloody Hell, he would be chasing those pretty noises of yours for the rest to his life.

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Severus Snape Masterlist

[professorsnape394]

DAY 12: Loving in Secret

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 😡

Prompt: Victory

Summary: Y/N is determined to get Severus to admit to his feelings for her.

A/N: Obsessed with Jealous Snape!! I think I may have to write more like this, let me know if that's something you might be interested in.

Warnings:  Jealousy. Duels. Injury.

Word Count: 3194

Credits to Gif Creator.

Meeting with the Order of the Phoenix had always a tiresome day for Severus. While he dreaded spending the day in the home of his childhood bully and long-time enemy, Sirius Black, he was grateful for the time he was able to spend with the one woman who brought a smile to his face.

Y/N had been seeing Severus for a few months now, though they had never actually made anything official. They agreed to a casual relationship at first, but they both knew there was more to it than that. Her feelings for the wizard only grew with each passing day, but still Severus refused to admit he felt anything other than lust for the young woman.

Still, she revelled in the nights they spent together, however fleeting they seemed. It was hard for them to gain any alone time together given her less than ideal living situation with his childhood enemy coupled with the fact he refused to invite her into his home. Still, they managed to steal a few moments together here and there.

Today’s meeting was particularly agonising for Severus, nothing of note being said that he didn’t already know. Mad Eye’s voice faded into a singular drone, as Severus leaned back lazily in his chair. His thoughts on nothing but the woman across from him. It had been too long since he had felt her hands on his body; the softness of her skin intertwining with his rough calloused hands, he missed the sweetness of her mouth on his, the sound of her gasps when his hand found its way between her legs, but he especially missed the drooling mess she became when he fucked her hard and rough, his hand covering her mouth to ensure they wouldn’t make a sound.

Y/N tried hard not to look in Severus’ direction to avoid suspicion, regardless she could still feel the way his gaze raked over her body, his mind wandering to places they should not go at a time like this. A red-hot flush crept its way up her neck, the thought of Severus checking her out so publicly sent a rush straight to her core. She cleared her throat and sat up straighter, attempting to dissuade Severus’ glances. He did not take the hint.

Idly pacing around the room like a hyperactive dog, Severus couldn’t help but feel irritated by the mere presence of Sirius Black in his own home, though when the man turned his attention on Y/N his blood began to boil.

Sliding up behind her, Black placed a hot mug of tea in front of Y/N; in innocent gesture from any other, but Snape knew Black always had a motive. The young witch flashed his rival a sweet smile, thanking him for her beverage. Confirming his suspicions, Sirius lingered behind Y/N resting a heavy hand on each of her shoulders, gently massaging. Severus had to hold back his primal instincts, forcing himself not to curse the man for even thinking he can touch what is his. Sirius didn’t move his hands for the remainder of the meeting, neither did Severus’ gaze on them.

The meeting continued for a further forty-five minutes before its members were finally free. However, Molly Weasley had insisted she make everyone a meal before they left, so the house was particularly more crowded than normal.

Y/N shot Severus a look, telling him to meet her upstairs while everyone else seemed preoccupied with chatter. The Potion’s Master wasted no time hesitating, moving the second she gave the order, stealthily disappearing up to her bedroom.

Y/N was not so lucky in her escape. Sirius watched on closely as she swiftly exited the room.

“Oh, thank God.” Y/n gasped at the sight of Snape standing in the middle of her bedroom. Closing the door she hurried towards him, throwing her hands over his head and pulling her body close to his. Instinctively Severus hands fell to her hips, though quickly began to roam when her lips met his.

Balancing on her tiptoes to match his height, she moaned into his mouth.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

“It’s been too long.” His words were muffled by her neck as he kissed his way down to her collar bone, nipping the skin with his teeth once or twice.

She let out a single sharp gasp; the kind he loved so much and he found himself dreaming of regularly.

“How much time do we have?” Severus rasped, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had gone awry.

“Not long. Molly said dinner will be out shortly.”

“We’ll have to be quick then.”

Y/N groaned at the prospect. They were forever having to rush their time together, just once she wanted to be able to savour her time with him, maybe then he would actually stick around after sex and she might have the chance to discuss their feelings for each other. As it were, the couple were resigned to hot and heavy meet ups in secret, providing Severus with the perfect excuse to keep her at arm’s length.

“Don’t you think we should just tell people? I’m tired of sneaking around behind everyone’s back.”

Severus nuzzled into the crook of her neck, sucking softly on her skin.

“We’re not telling anyone, because there is nothing to tell. No one needs to know that we’re sleeping together, Y/N.”

She pulled away from him to look him in the eye.

“But what if it becomes more?”

“It won’t.” He stated firmly.

“But –“

“We’ve spoke about this Y/N.”

Her heart dropped despite expecting nothing less; Severus had always made his intentions with her very clear; it was foolish of Y/N to hope otherwise.

Snape made to unbuckle his belt, just as there came a knock at the door.

The pair exchanged a panicked glance.

“Y/N.” Sirius called from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

“Fine, thanks. I just came up to look for my wand.” She attempted to dissuade him.

“Do you need any help looking?” The door handle twitched under his grip.

“No, thanks! I’ll be down in a minute.”

The door, thankfully, remained closed. Sirius footsteps faded as he made his way back down the stairs.

Severus was on her in an instant, his hands raking through her tangled mess of hair, capturing her mouth in an aggressive kiss.

Y/N moaned once more, savouring the way his tongue dominated her mouth.

“I have to go.” She sighed, reluctantly. Sirius would be expecting her back down any second, if she didn’t show, he was sure to come up again.

It was Severus’ turn to groan; the tightness of his trousers had become almost too much to bear. It had been so long since their last session, and now who knows when they would next get a moment together.

“I’m sorry. Stay for dinner, I might be able to escape after that.”

Reluctantly, Severus agreed to her offer. Promising to follow shortly behind once she left.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen was swarmed with people. Countless Weasley’s and numerous other Order members took up the majority of seats around the table. Y/N and Sirius opted to stand on the outskirts of the table, knowing there would be plenty of left overs for them to have once everyone left. Which allowed Severus to slip into the remaining seat practically unnoticed.

Severus sat straight in his chair, arms crossed, eyes laser focused on the couple huddled on the other side of the room. Y/N and Sirius leaned against the kitchen cabinets, giggling together like a couple of school children. Snape watched as Sirius leaned into his friend, brushing aside the loose strand of hair, and whispering something in her ear. Y/N threw her head back and cackled to the sky. It occurred to Snape you had never laughed so hard at anything he had said before, sending a burning feeling of jealousy to his gut. He watched on as Y/N placed her had on the centre of Sirius chest, an attempt to steady herself from her bout of hysteria. Severus jaw clenched.

Finally able to calm herself down, Y/N stalked the length of the table, checking out the food on offer. Severus eyes followed the woman intensely until she came to a stop directly behind him.

“Something bothering you?” She whispered in his ear, noticing the tension coursing through his body.

Severus remained silent, already wary that by standing next to each other they were exposing themselves. She could tell her relationship with Sirius pissed Severus off, but he would never admit it. If he did, he would have to tell her why it bothered him so much. And she knew he was not ready to admit to anything yet. Y/N stole a forkful of carrots from his plate and continued her round of the table.

Sirius joined the woman in her hunt for scraps, the two of them lurking around like a couple of vultures. While, Y/N was simply focused on stuffing as much food into her mouth as possible, Sirius’ attention remained solely on her. When she bent to stick her fork into a bowl of roast potatoes, Sirius rested a hand on the small of her back, keeping it there to draw her closer to him. Severus watched on furiously, his nostrils flaring at the sight. Y/N bit into a large roast potato and moaned appreciatively. Severus mind wandered to an inappropriate place and it was clear Sirius’ did the same.

“My God, Molly, those potatoes are amazing. What did you put in them?”

Severus went deaf to the world as Y/N held her forkful of potato out for Sirius to take a bite from. He took hold of her wrist, bringing her hand up to his mouth, and made intense eye contact while he slipped the potato from its tines.

Severus’ hands balled into fists and his teeth ground together. It was everything he could do to stop himself from lashing out at the man he already despised.

 Either this woman was deliberately trying to drive him mad or she truly saw nothing wrong with her actions; either option was maddening to him.

Severus almost hit his breaking point was when Sirius used his thumb to swipe a drop of gravy from the corner of Y/N’s mouth, bringing it back to her lips to lick.

All idle chatter stopped at the sound of Snape’s chair screeching across the hardwood floors. At risk of exposing their casual relationship, Severus stormed out of the kitchen.

Y/N wasn’t shocked by his reaction. In fact, she was so close to breaking him it almost made her giddy. There was no hiding his feelings for her when this was how he reacted.

After dinner, Y/N helped Molly clear up while everyone else retired to the Livingroom. No one dared speak a word to the brooding Potion’s Master who sat stewing in a single armchair by the fire. To be honest everyone was shocked he was still here, but no one was brave enough to question it; Except Sirius.

“Still here, Snivellus? Thought you’d have slithered off back to that hovel of yours.”

“At least I’m able to slither anywhere, Black. You set one foot outside, and it’s straight back to Azkaban. Tell me, who’s a better roommate? Y/N or the dementors.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m that bad, Severus.” Y/N scoffed at his comparison, shooting him a stern glare as she returned from the kitchen.

“I wasn’t meaning like that.” He sighed to himself.

“Don’t worry about it. Sirius and I have a good thing going here, let’s hope he won’t be returning to Azkaban any time soon, shall we?”

Severus said nothing. He hated the fact you lived with his worst enemy, but he what he hated even more was you defending Sirius over him. The sly grin on the other man’s face showed he had won this round.

Y/N perched on the arm of the chair next to Sirius, finding every other chair occupied.

“Here. Take my seat.” Severus jumped up from his spot on the armchair.

“No need, Snivellus.” Sirius stopped Y/N in her tracks. “There’s plenty of room for her right here.” He budged up a few inches, patting the space next to him. His gaze remained fixed on Snapes, a challenge that said whoever’s offer you took would be the victor.  

Eyes flicking between the two men Y/N had a choice to make. While she didn’t like to see Severus defeated by childhood bully, the obvious answer was to sit with Sirius. Not only would everyone get a seat, but doing so would further rile Snape up, maybe then he would be ready to admit to his feelings for her.

“Sit back down, Severus. I’ll be fine here.” She slipped into the edge of the couch; her thighs pushed right up against her friend’s.

Sirius’ grin grew wider at the second small victory. He placed his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

Severus’ jaw clenched once more. The sight of Sirius resting his arm on her so confidently had him seeing red.

“Has it ever occurred to you, Black, that the woman might not want your grubby paws all over her.” He spat.

“That woman has a name, and a voice too come to think of it. I’m sure if Y/N felt in any way uncomfortable around me she would say as much.”

“Perhaps she is just being polite.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Are you jealous, Snape?” Sirius laughed, realisation hitting him. “Are you jealous that a girl like Y/N is not repulsed by the thought of me touching her, as she would you.” Sirius placed an arm on Y/N’s knee to drive home his point.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Snape scoffed.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Severus fought back the urge to lash out at him, standing slowly from his chair once again.

“It seems I have overstayed my welcome.” His tone was eerily calm.  

Sirius smirked, basking in his victory.

“You always have been all bark, Severus. Next time you’re here remember your place in this house; you are not wanted.”

“The next time I’m here, Black.” Severus sneered. “I’ll be laughing at your pathetic attempts to win Y/N over, Then I’ll take her upstairs and fuck her until the only thing she knows how to say is my name. MY name Black, not yours.”

The room fell silent at the Professor’s words, everyone’s attention focusing in on him and Sirius.

Molly threw a hand over her mouth in shock, quickly trying to usher her children from the room.  

Sirius stood from his seat, pointing his wand in the direction of the Potion’s Master.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said; I’m going to fuck her in your house, while she’s screaming my name and begging for more because she loves the feel of my cock so much.”

A .. flash of light shot from the end of Sirius’ wand, an electric pulse buzzing through the air. Snape deflected it with ease.

The room quickly emptied, leaving only Severus, Sirius and Y/N remaining.

Sirius waited for Snape to take it shot, but it never came. This only angered Sirius more, causing him to send another handful of spells flying his way. Severus deflected each one with a simple movement of his hand.

“You think I’m lying?” Severus taunted. “Ask her yourself.”

Sirius gaze flicked over to Y/N for no more than a second before he continued raging spells in Snape’s direction.

Y/N finally shook herself from her frozen state.

“Sirius stop!” She yelled, watching him send endless curses Snape’s way.

Her friend took no notice of her, continuing to his battle with her lover.

Bored of remaining on defence, Severus finally threw a spell at Sirius. The marauder managed to deflect but stumbled back from the sheer force of the curse.

In an instant there were spells flying back and forth between the men while Y/N watched on helplessly from the side lines.

Seeing Sirius weaken against Severus’ power, had Y/N panicking that someone was truly about to be hurt. Knowing the two shared a sordid history, it was unlikely that either wizard would accept defeat before the other was forced to submit.

“Severus, please stop this.” She ran at him, pulling roughly on his robes to get his attention. “Stop!”

Distracted that Y/N might get caught in the crossfires of the duel, Severus attempted to push her behind him and out of the line of fire. But to no avail, the witch fought against his arm, refusing to surrender to his protection.

Y/N rounded on Severus, pushing roughly at his chest in a last-ditch effort to end the fight.

Despite being unable to hold off Snape’s spells for much longer, Sirius refused to give up without a fight; his spells coming in faster with each passing second.

Losing focus on the battle, Severus’ attention was taken over by trying to keep Y/N safe. Abandoning his wand, he gripped the woman by her wrists and dragged her to the side. Foolishly Snape did not consider that Black would not have the same concern for her safety and another spell headed in their direction. Snape pulled Y/N tight to his chest, covering her with as much of his body as he possible.

Severus winced as pain lashed across his arm. His now cut up sleeve becoming wet with blood.

“Severus.” Y/N yelped, grabbing onto his hand. “Are you hurt, let me see it.”

She took Snape’s arm in his examining the severity of his wounds. They were deep and showed no signs of clotting.

Sirius watched on from the other side of the room, panting breathlessly with exertion. Y/N spun on him, furiously.

“What the hell did you do?”

Sirius remained speechless.

“You shouldn’t have gotten in the way.” Snape snapped, regaining her attention.

“I was trying to stop you from hurting each other.”

“That worked out well, didn’t it?” He glared down at her.

“Stop it, Severus.” She warned, knowing he was trying to deflect from the fact he was hurt.

“I’m sorry.” He admitted, stroking her cheek with his good hand.

“He was telling the truth?” Sirius finally huffed, watching the scene unfold between the two.

“Sirius, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but-“

“Are you together?”

Severus and Y/N exchanged a hesitant glance.

“No.”

“Yes.” Y/N turned to Severus in shock.

“But Severus you said-“

“Forget what I said. I’ve spent all night watching what it looks like to have another man flirting with you because he thinks you’re single. I refuse to spend another moment watching that. You’re mine, Y/N, in every way that counts. And I want everyone to know it.”

“Do you mean it?” She looked up at him hopefully.

Severus nodded firmly, tucking that one rouge piece of hair behind her ear before bringing his mouth to hers.

“Then let’s go tell everyone. And maybe heal your arm while we’re at it?”

“Whatever you want.” He smiled.

Sirius may have gotten the upper hand in the duel, but ultimately it was Severus who was victorious in this battle.

[korpuskristae]

Verdict

Warnings: 18+, Smut, public sex, blowjobs, slight femdom, language, mentions of past injuries

Pairing: Fem Reader x Judge Turpin

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Once Turpin's whore, you find yourself in the position of his wife, although with your new status as Lady Turpin, you find yourself still lacking the manners usually expected of a high-ranking Lady such as yourself. AKA: I had too much fun writing this and got carried away...

AN: I started tweaking at a concert I went to last month because the guy in front of me had long hair and a big nose... I have a type, to say the least... Anyway, I make do with my promises, even if it takes me three whole months. Requests are open, so feel free to drop something in my requests, keep in mind I write at my own discretion. Be wary of spelling and grammar errors! Point them out so I can fix them :) !!

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In the eyes of Victorian London, Lord Turpin and you, Lady Turpin, were amongst London’s most unusual couples. Your relationship came not long after Richard lost his ward, Beadle, and nearly his life after a brush with Benjamin Barker, a lowly barber he sent away on false charges who miraculously, found his way back even after being sent to Australia to serve out a life sentence of harsh manual labor. Richard emerged from the events, not as the man London had once trusted implicitly, but as a man teetering on the edge of mania, grasping at what little fragments of sanity he had left. Returning to the bench a mere three weeks after his attempted assassination, the subjects of London couldn’t help but notice a change in their infallible judge. Almost every circle in London was whispering about the shift in the judge’s demeanor and it didn’t take long for the doubt of his competency to reach his ears causing his already harsh sentences to become even crueler and unpredictable, casting a further darkening shadow over his once-certain judgment.

 Most people expected everything to return to normal once the judge’s attacker had been brought to justice, after all, as a judge of the high court in service to her Majesty the Queen, he reserved the right to convict and sentence whoever dared to cross him, or the law. He was by definition, untouchable… Yet in the case of Sweeney Todd’s attempt on his life, it seemed that Lady Justice had already dealt her hand, taking Todd for herself, depriving the judge of the cruel justice he so desperately desired to feel in control. Spiraling further into a dark path of retribution that bordered on obsessive, Richard was a mere shell of the proud man he once was, seemingly falling further into the clutches of insanity with every passing day.

After being compelled to step back from the bench due to mounting public concern for his mental health and well-being, he was granted a month to rest and recover. One whole month—a dangerous opportunity to ruminate on his unexamined consciousness that Richard was not eager to take. By no means had Richard attempted to fix his wrongdoings, he was a bad man, an unjust, and cruel man who wielded the law as a weapon of his desires. He was a sinner, a liar, and a reprobate. He attended church only to enjoy the company of a whore the very next hour, he knew his life was one big contradiction. And still, he clung to the illusion that as a judge, he stood above the law and public opinion, he was a judge who answered to no one but himself, believing his actions bore no consequence beyond his own scrutiny.

 In the wake of Richard’s recovery from the attempt that nearly claimed his life, your relationship, and subsequent marriage, seemed to unfold at lightning speed. The fact that Richard had forsaken many a beautiful, and no doubt rich, highborn lady for you, irked the British aristocracy who were all throwing their daughters at the judge to have even a chance of marrying into the esteemed house of Turpin. It would’ve been one thing if you two were young lovers but your scandalized affair only grew more scandalous as people started to frequently draw attention to the fact that you had, practically, in the eyes of the public, not existed at all, prior to your engagement. 

The last woman Richard had shown any interest in was Lucy Barker, but even then, it was public knowledge he merely lusted after her, his longing for her was based not on feelings of love but ones of conquest and control, seeing her as a prize to be won. But his feelings for you seemed to stem from an unknown source… one that was less centered around himself and his personal motives.

In a society that prized status and reputation above all, Richard’s marriage to you, someone deemed “lowly” in the public’s eye, sent shockwaves through the cobbled streets of London. Unshaken by the public’s doubt of his choice of wife, Richard managed to pull out all the stops for your wedding, wasting no expense on the extravagant affair, with nearly every citizen near and far from London clamoring to attend the wedding. As guests observed the warmth in his gaze, they began to piece together a narrative that suggested genuine love that transcended societal boundaries. It wasn’t long before the public, hungry for scandal, sought to uncover the mysterious story behind your unusual romance.

The story given to the public was that you were one of the nursemaids who had so gracefully nursed him to back him to health, lovingly tending to him and eventually falling in love with him. While that story couldn’t be further from the truth, every tall tale had some grain of truth to it, certainly no nursemaid, granted, you did tend to him, in a much more… intimate way than originally specified, you two were indeed a rare occurrence of genuine love. Initially, you were just a contract—an arrangement for the night, a whore, to put it crudely. Once you, rather, he finished, you had noticed him wincing in pain along with the stiff movements of his neck, originally wary of the notoriously foul-tempered judge, you, strangely enough, found yourself hesitating to leave. Despite being expected to leave as soon as you two were finished, you couldn’t just leave him to suffer like that. This man, one who commanded London’s High Court with an iron fist now laid bedridden, his physical wounds matched only by a wounded pride. His growls and biting remarks about you staying to offer him help sounded more like thinly veiled pleas for help, revealing a side of the judge that he himself even resented, one that was weak. 

Not even half a year later you were the highly feared and equally esteemed, Lady Turpin. While the fear came from your husband’s reputation, you yourself were quite the opposite of him. Instead of intimidating people to get your way, you often made use of your snarky wit and cleverness, a trait that Richard himself found endearing and discovered proved far more useful from time to time when intimidation wasn’t a viable option. 

Seated at his bench, high above the court giving him the illusion of an almost godly appearance, Richard sat, tall and rigid. Dressed in his black robes, the long wig he wore—an obligation of his station—itchingly reminded him of the traditions he had little patience for. Leering at the people entering his courtroom he huffed uninterestedly. While his wife had managed to salvage his sanity and coax a flicker of gentleness from him, she could not penetrate the fortress he built around himself in public. Fixing his posture, he moved only to accidentally bump something underneath his bench with his knee, seeing you, his wife there, he glared at you kneeling between his legs. Smirking up at him with a lustful haze in your eyes, you placed your hands on his knees slowly parting them as you winked at him. 

Grumbling, he snarled at you without any real venom behind his words, “What the devil are you doing?”

Currently sat in front of a fully occupied court he had to preside over, you clearly had no sense of decorum when it came to respecting the authority that Richard had, slowly parting his robe at his waist, you placed your hands over his pants, palming his already growing erection. The ruthless judge, so quick to condemn others, quite literally, was nothing more than putty in your mere presence.

“Taking care of my husband, of course, you must be so stressed, huh? All those responsibilities… my dear judge, my poor, poor judge,” you purred softly, your fingers tracing languid circles on his thighs. The heat emanating from his arousal was unmistakable and he was clearly getting impatient but you ignored him for the time being keeping the tension high.

Growling lowly, he narrowed his eyes at you grabbing your hand and placing it on his clothed cock, “Do not play games you little minx, if you want to act like this then carry through with your teasing,” he demanded gruffly.

“Oh, my…” you gasped, feigning shock, “right now? Dare you disrespect the sanctity of this here court?” God you were such a tease, how was he ever expected to behave around you when you acted like this? So clearly reveling in your role as an unrelenting tease… if he was in hell, you were most certainly the demon sent to torture him till the end of his days.

Snarling at you, Richard tangled one of his hands in your hair, a firm grip that asserted control without causing discomfort. “Careful now, love. Keep with that insolent tongue of yours and I'll put it to far better use," he growled with an arch of his perfectly manicured eyebrow, his threat laced with a hint of desire.

Laughing lowly, you slowly dragged your fingers up his inner thighs before reaching his zipper and freeing him from the confines of his awfully tight trousers. Already rock hard, his cock was thicker than your wrist and his tip was an angry red color with a small bead of precum leaking from it, a testament to his undying lust for you. “So impatient and rude… you’re supposed to be a Lord, my love, one with manners who treats ladies with respect,” you chided dramatically not caring to whisper considering the courtroom was still settling in.

“Last time I checked ladies don’t terrorize their husbands multiple times a day for sex,” he grumbled letting out a low sigh of relief, feeling the pressure lessen on his aching cock. Eyeing you, he huffed in amusement as a smirk played at his lips, watching you blink up at him innocently. A little actress you were, one who was anything but what she pretended to be.

Grabbing his cock, you slowly stroked it, watching as his face contorted in pleasure, not explicitly as he was still seated in front of a room full of people, but enough for you to get the satisfaction of seeing him unravel slightly. Exhaling a long drawn out strained sigh, he spoke gruffly, evidently, trying to have some restraint. “What a naughty little thing you are, playing with your husband's cock so brazenly in a courtroom full of people…” 

 Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, you heard his breathing hitch and felt him cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it lovingly. Letting out a small whimper, he felt you take him into your mouth and swirl your hot tongue around the edge of his tip, tasting his salty precum on your tongue, savoring its slight musky taste. “Yes, mhm… just like that my love…” he hissed, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he pushed you down further onto his cock, forcing you to take him deeper.

Letting out a strangled squeak, you glared up at him with a mouthful of his cock as tears pricked your eyes. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” he teased slowly bobbing you up and down his girthy shaft.

 Hearing the thunderous boom of the courthouse doors opening, Richard glanced up to see the defendant being ushered into the courthouse by a guard from the jail. He barely glanced at the list of accusations before re-establishing his cold, detached expression. As if he wasn’t being serviced by his wife at that very moment.

Richard raised his eyes and immediately the court fell silent, making the usage of his gavel redundant. He struck it lightly for the sake of formality before he cleared his throat, resting his hand atop your head to signal you to stop your ministrations. “You are being charged with petty larceny and the garrotting of several women, what say you in defense of these charges?” he said, his booming voice reverberating through the courtroom, fixing a cold glare at the defendant. How dare he ignore you! Use you for his pleasure and tell you to stop at his own convenience? God, he was way too privileged!

Glaring at him, as you kneeled on the floor, your eyes flashed with anger and defiance, Richard, ever so oblivious didn’t seem to notice the anger radiating from beneath him. Ignoring his wishes for you to halt your movements, you started to bob up and down again, swirling your tongue around his shaft just the way you knew he liked it, feeling him throb against your tongue, you glanced up at him cheekily as he glowered at you. Consequences be damned, you were no convenience, and you certainly weren’t controlled by him!

Barely stifling a moan, Richard’s thighs tensed as he fought to keep his composure. Watching the defendant bow his head in defeat, he heard him profess his guilt, “I plead guilty and ask you for your mercy, your honor.” If he didn’t have a little minx between his legs he’d sneer at the fool in front of him for even thinking he’d be merciful. 

Feeling you take him deeper, he watched as your hand reached up to wrap around the base of his shaft to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth, with his breathing growing ragged, he only hoped that nobody could see his very obviously flustered state. His grip on your hair only grew tighter as he tensed further, his muscles pulled taut as he felt his orgasm approach rapidly.

Realizing the entire courtroom was awaiting his verdict, he coughed, trying to cover up any of the obvious hints of his arousal, “The jury will deliberate and your fate will be announced at a later court date, this court is adjourned.” He said banging his gavel before watching everyone file out of the courthouse in confusion. 

The Esteemed Juge Turpin, widely revered and equally feared, had rarely relied on a jury—his rulings were law, laws he often wrote without deliberation. Murmurs filled the courtroom as the gallery began to question whether or not even Richard was second-guessing himself. The reason behind his stalling was, in truth, much simpler than what they suspected. Richard was merely just a pawn in his wife’s new uptaking of mischief and suffering the consequences.

After everyone filed out and left, Richard’s head fell back against his chair as you continued to suck him off. “You are so dead-” he groaned, not even able to finish his snarky comment as he felt his cock throb with his impending orgasm. With a strangled gasp and a deep guttural groan, Richard’s hips bucked into you as he came hard, his seed spilling down your throat in thick, hot, spurts that even you struggled to keep up with. After his orgasm subsided, you released his cock with a wet pop, the sound reverberating through the empty courtroom.

Slumping back against his chair, you watched with a satisfied smile as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest heaving. Tucking him back into his pants, you heard him hiss, his cock was incredibly oversensitive after that mindblowing orgasm no doubt. Standing up, you dusted off your dress, looking at him with a wicked smirk, “Hmph, what was that love?” 

Sneering at you with half-lidded eyes, Richard huffed, unable to punish you for the time being, “Your arse is going to be so red when I get my hands on you,” he rasped out, watching you saunter away. He was so going to get you back tenfold, despite his mostly playful annoyance, deep down, he couldn’t deny the obvious satisfaction he got from surrendering his control to you…

AN: First time writing smut, how'd I do? ;)

[ladyinwriting18]

A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.”  Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?”  Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his.  “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure. 

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. 

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.  

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it. 

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.” 

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.  

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away.  “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness.  You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it. 

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh.  “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?”  With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping. 

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.”  “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside. 

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him. 

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.” 

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick. 

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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Sneaking Around, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warning!: This is the first time I've written smut in a few years, so I apologize if it's not very good. And/or any spelling-grammar mistakes.

The following below includes fingering, p in v, somewhat rough sex, and mild degradation. Enjoy!

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Being around your husband discreetly wasn't exactly an easy feat. Upon his request, you've kept your marriage a secret from the student body. It left things between you private and mostly peaceful. Not that you minded the secrecy. The idea of students spreading unnecessary rumors about the subject didn't sound very appealing. But still, the whole ordeal had its cons. Being affectionate or more-than-professionaly-friendly was out of the question. Though knowing Severus, it was bound to be like that even if you two weren't hiding your marriage. Nonetheless, the way you smiled at him didn't go unnoticed by students. Nor did the occasional flirty comments you left his way.

It rose some suspicion, of course. Suspicion that remained unsolved for the moment. The most widely disliked professor and the nicest together? It didn't make any sense. Merlin forbid a pretty professor like Y/N fancy the dungeon bat that was Professor Snape. You'd overheard the whispers and small talk here and there, and it usually gave you a good chuckle or grin.

Though, like any other thing, it had pros too. Some that gave a thrill or twinge of excitement. Even if it was at the disposal of an agitated husband. Which is what got you where you were right now: sneaking around. Dinner in the Great Hall had ended no to long ago, and student curfew was now in place. Still, there were a few students here and there on their way to their common rooms. You shot them a few warm but awkward smiles as you walked past them. It got you some odd looks, but your focus was elsewhere. Thoughts of him plagued your mind throughout the day. Intimate thoughts. You tried to keep to under wraps, to be calm and not give into temptation. Key word; 'tried'. All the effort needed wasn't there. Being intimate on school grounds was something you normally avoided. The risk of getting caught was huge. Not to mention it put both your jobs in jeopardy. That and your pride. But, as of right now, the risk very much felt worth it.

It was the only thing you could think about throughout the day. During the breaks between classes when you saw him in passing. When you weren't actively teaching. During dinner at the high table when you sat side by side. Surely he couldn't blame you. The way your body felt was out of your control. Not like there was any other man who could satisfy you. Not like him. And so, after a few minutes of awkwardly shuffling about the castle, you found yourself in the dungeons. Frisson coiled through your body as you thought about what was going to happen. With a grin, you pushed the classroom door open. The sound of the heavy wooden door scrapping against the stone floor instantly made the man in the room snap his head in its direction from the shelf he stood broodingly at. A not-so-innocent smile tugged at your lips as your husband gave you a less than pleased look.

"Hello darling" You say while trying to sound like you were up to anything but no good. He quirked an eyebrow at you ever so slightly in suspicion, watching closely as you came into the room and shut the door behind yourself. "...To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit, Professor?" He finally spoke back after a moment of judgmental silence, his voice upholding its normal monotonic fervor.

A weak, unconvincing chuckle left your mouth as you walked over to him as casually as you could muster. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to see you is all. Not so bad, right?" Severus' black orbs followed your movements, clearly not impressed. "Seeing as it has evaded me that I didn't marry a woman of sound mind, I will remind you of a previous discussion." In slow, cool steps he came closer to you. And closer. Until the backs of your legs hit the edge of a desk. "..We are to keep a professional air when at work. Is that understood, Y/N?" No response. You stared up at him with an orphic look in your eyes. He was so close you could feel his breath fanning softly against your face.

You swallow lightly, trying to find the words to respond. Though, it was hard, and a shaky exhale came out before anything verbal did. "I.." Your tongue darts out momentarily, wetting your lips. "Sorry." Is all you can muster. Your response was less than satisfactory, and his eyes slowly analyse your face. "Sorry?" He repeats in a slightly mocking tone. You nod your head in response, "Yes." A dry hum came from Severus at your weak confirmation. His lips pursed into a thin line with narrowing eyes. Suddenly, he dipped down and scooped you up in his arms bridal style. He'd made up his mind to something in which you where completely clueless. "Severus what are you-" "Silence." He interrupted.

A small huff of irritation came from you, but you complied with his command without any further protest. Still, that didn't stop the pout that formed on your face. He carries you back to his desk, gently placing you on the edge of it. When you went to open your mouth to speak again, he dipped a hand beneath your dress. Your eyes widen in disbelief and a red color spread across your face. "Tsk." He gives you a scolding look, the tips of his fingers pressing against your damp panties. "Pathetically eager, aren't we?" He said dryly as his fingers snaked beneath the moist fabric and touched your yearning flesh. A sough noise left your lips, earning another scowl from him. "If you had any semblance of self control, you'd do best to keep that pesky little mouth of yours shut." His voice came out like a cold hiss in your ear a he spoke. A stark contrast to his tender touching between your thighs.

Two fingers gently ran along the length of your sensitive flesh before they slowly dipped inside you. A small whimper crept from the back of your throat, and you tucked your face into the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle yourself. His thumb found your clit and circled it lightly as his fingers pumped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You let out a little whine of protest at his teasing, only for him to make no change. "C'mon Sev, please. Give me more than that.." You plead, getting an amused scoff from him before he responded. "Always the needy one" And with that, both hands came to your hips. They gently grip the waistband of your panties before slowly sliding them off your legs. Your eyes watch his every move intently; hungrily. He frees himself from the tight restraints of his trousers, already fully hard. You part your legs further, giving him room. One hand lifts your dress as his other moves to hold your hip.

"Keep. Quiet." That was the last thing Severus said before he slowly pushed into you. Your breath hitched at the feeling and you body felt like it just burst into flames. Finally. He rocked his hips in a gentle pace, giving you slow, deep strokes. You slid your hands beneath his arms and placed them on his shoulders blades, gripping at the fabric of his robes. He pulled back until it was just his tip in, then pushing all the way back in. It was good. But not the satisfaction you so desperately craved. His breathing grew heavy and his brow furrowed, mean while you felt more needy than you had all day. He was still teasing you. Cruel was the man you married. You buried your face into his neck and bit down on the skin that peeked out from the collar of his robes. He let out a small grunt, snapping his hips forward in retaliation.

A sharp whimper left your lips at the feeling. That was more like it. You bit down harder, trying to get more out of him. "Quit it, you little brat." He hissed through gritted teeth, his hips snapping forward once more. "Stop tormenting me then" You whine back, your words coming out a murmur against his skin. Suddenly he hooked his arms around your thighs and put your ankles over his shoulders. In the process your back fell flat against his desk. He shot a glare down at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. At this angle, he was able to push deeper into you. His hips moved at a quicker, more rough pace. Tender moans and whimpers left your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. As if your noises weren't enough to give away what the two of you were doing, wet sounds emerged from your bodies joining together, over and over again. His facial expression was that of a sneer, though the look in his eyes was far from it. Heavily lidded and glazed over with lust.

A low moan of his own left his parted lips, his expression relaxing. So much for keeping quiet. A warm knot had since formed in your lower stomach. Growing hotter and tighter with each erratic thrust Severus gave into you. With every one your body rocked up and down against the desk, only adding to that knot. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body buzzing with pleasure. Tensing and curling on one another. Causing your body to tremble with the intense throbbing between your legs. If there was one thing Severus was good at, it was bringing you over the edge. Even at the disposal of his own release. He angled his hips slightly, then hitting that special spot inside you with each snap of his hips. A long, needy moan erupted from your throat. That knot pooling in your stomach grew tighter. Aching like a sore thumb. Pulsing in all the pleasure point throughout your body.

He could feel his own need starting to rise. His hands moved to your barren thighs and gripped them as gently as he could muster in his state. He needed to feel your skin. Warm and soft flesh beneath his large, rough hands. They knead the supple flesh of your legs, squeezing and massaging them. As if he were trying to make a distraction for himself but failing miserably. "I forget how utterly pathetic you can be," He chokes out with small grunts escaping in his speech "like a bratty child begging for punishment". He grits his teeth once more, feeling you begin to clench around him. Clamping down like a hot, slick vice. His words, though somewhat belittling, added to the delicious fever that plagued your body. His voice, deep, almost like a purr. The smooth, sultry tone he took. As if it were velvet or butter. Caressing your quivering core.

And then you finally reach your boiling point. Pure ecstasy rippled through you like a title wave. Crashing through your core a gushing out all over his length. He continued to thrust in and out of you through your release, prolonging your pleasure. Slowly, his movements came to a stop, and the sound between you two faded. Either of your breathing was labored and uneven. A weak whimper left you as he pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. He gently set your legs down, to which you slowly began to sit up, only for him to push you back down.

"Lay back down you silly woman, I'm not done with you yet."

[greenbadger]

Hello everyone!🖤

*I'm new to Tumblr and writing is my passion. I love to write fanfics, especially about Severus Snape or older men. This is my first smut story here and I hope you like it. Let's hope I do everything right. I'd love to get feedback.

⚠️ WARNING: NSFW, smut, begging, reference to edging, teasing, degradation, oral sex

What it's about:

❗️Reader is a adult woman❗️

You and Severus have an argument that turn into a sexual adventure. It’s a quit long text. Have fun ;-)

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"Honestly, Severus, you can't possibly believe that nettle root is more effective in this potion than powdered asphodel," I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I flipped through the worn pages of an old potion book.

Severus crossed his arms, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "And yet, it is. Nettle root stabilizes the mixture in a way asphodel never could."

I huffed, leaning closer to the book as if it held the answer to our perpetual disagreement. "You just can't admit you're wrong, can you?"

He stepped closer, his breath warm on my neck as he looked over my shoulder. "It's not about admitting anything. It's about knowing the facts, something you clearly struggle with."

I turned to face him, our noses almost touching. "Well, maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I'd actually listen to you."

His eyes softened, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through. "And maybe if you weren't so stubborn, you'd realize I actually enjoy these arguments."

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. "You... enjoy arguing with me?"

Severus's hand brushed against mine, a fleeting but deliberate touch. "It's not the arguing I enjoy. It's... you."

My heart skipped a beat as the tension between us shifted, no longer fueled by disagreement but by something much deeper. "Severus, I..."

He silenced me with a gentle finger on my lips. "Let's save the potions debate for another time, shall we?"

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "Agreed."

He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb gently brushing my skin.

"Severus," i said, my voice firm despite the shiver of excitement that ran through me. „I want you."

Severus's eyes darkened with a mix of emotions-desire, love, and a hint of possessiveness. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, as months of pent-up longing poured into that single moment.

His hands roamed over my body, explo-ring, caressing, igniting a fire within me. I responded eagerly, my fingers trailing along the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The intensity between us grew, our kisses becoming more desperate, more insistent.

Severus broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at me with a fierce intensity. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me at his words. I complied, my hands trembling slightly as I began to undress. Severus watched, his gaze never leaving me, his eyes dark with desire.

When I was finally bare before him, he stepped closer, his hands sliding over my skin, his touch electrifying.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing along my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I can't wait any longer."

With a swift motion, he shed his own robes, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me.

I could feel his erection through his trousers. He rubbed it slightly against my hip, and the sensation made me wet quickly. He guided me to the desk, his hands never leaving my body, his touch driving me wild with need. He lifted me on top of the desk, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between them. Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion.

Severus was dominant, his touch firm and demanding, yet filled with an underlying tenderness. He moved with a confidence that sent waves of pleasure through me, his hands and lips exploring every inch of my body.

He softly twitched my nipple between his fingers and kissed my neck as passionately as ever. His hand went down to my inner thigh and caressed it softly. I felt a flutter in my core as he neared my most sensitive spot.

He let out an excited moan. "You are so wet for me." He put one finger slowly deep inside of me, pushes it in and out once, twice. Never take his eyes off my eyes while he’s doing it. Suddenly he brings his finger to his mouth and suck this one gently. You can see pure lust in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he started kissing down my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I watched him with wide eyes as he looked at me and started kissing my sweet spot. The view was intoxicating. He slowly stuck his tongue out and licked my clit with a soft touch.

I moaned as I felt his warm tongue circle around. He started sucking and licking as if he were craving my wetness. "You taste so good," he murmured, making my core twitch again. He did it so passionately that I knew I wasn't far from climax.

He went a little further and stuck his tongue deep inside me while his nose involuntarily stimulated my clit. His slurps from my juices made my head fall back as I moaned his name out loud.

"I'm coming, Severus," I cried.

He kept going, and it didn't take long before my body felt like it was struck by lightning. I climaxed on his face, and I could feel how much he enjoyed it.

When he came up to me again, his mouth and nose were soaking wet from me. He quickly wiped his face with his hand before giving me a passionate kiss. I could still taste my climax from his lips and tongue.

"I want to feel you inside me," I said through the kiss.

A big erection left a bulge in his pants, clearly more as I said those words out loud.

He looked me deep in the eyes with his dark ones as I freed his dick from his trousers. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its warmth and readiness. He let his pants fall so he was completely naked too. I started to stroke him and felt a bit of pre-cum on his tip.

"Is your little cunt ready for me?" he asked hotly through his teeth.

I nodded, and he positioned his dick between my pussy lips as he slowly entered with a groan. It felt all so wet, so easy for him to enter. The sensation sent a jolt of ecstasy through my entire being. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust bringing me closer.

Our movements became more frantic, the intensity of our desire driving us both to the brink. He fucked me harder as he watched my breasts move with each thrust. We breathed heavy as we neared climax. He stopped right before, grabbing my hips and putting me down from the desk.

"Bend over," he whispered harshly in my ear.

Did as he asked, feeling the cold wood against my upper body. I felt his hand grip my butt cheek, and suddenly a sharp spank sent a slight pain through me. I groaned with a smile and glanced over my shoulder. He ran his thumb over my cheek and pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of my face.

"That's all mine. And I want to fuck you until you can't stand anymore. Do you want that?" he said heatedly through his breath.

I nodded hastily.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I want you to fuck me, please," I whimpered.

"Good girl." That made him so hard, ready to do exactly that.

Without any more words, he pushed his dick deeply and fully inside me.

Surprised by his fast action, I sobbed and fell completely onto the desk. I felt his dick grow harder with each thrust.

The sounds of hot breath, moans, and skin slapping filled the room. The desk moved under our hard movements.

With a final, powerful thrust, we reached our climax together. I felt his semen fill me as I collapsed on the desk and he above me. He pulled out and took a moment to watch our combined fluids flow out of me, a sharp breath escaping through his nose.

"Let's clean you up," he whispered mischievously in my ear as he helped me up. He took his wand and cleaned everything up, leaving no trace of our passion behind.

„I'm looking forward to the next arguments with you“ I said amused.

„Me too.“ he smirked.

[theblacklakesiren]

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[marvel-snape-writes]

BAD HARRY:

The Etiquette of These Things

18+ Love Actually smut

Harry (Alan Rickman) x original female character

12.9k words (never expected it to be that long LOL)

I finally let my sleazy Alan Rickman urges win and wrote a tense and flirtatious encounter between Harry, a married man, and his younger colleague, Arabella, during a Christmas work party. As the night progresses, they find themselves alone, and the sexual tension escalates. Arabella openly flirts with Harry, teasing him and pushing boundaries, which he struggles to resist despite his marital status. They engage in suggestive banter, and eventually, they end up at Arabella's apartment, where they have a somewhat scandalous encounter... Afterward, Harry grapples with feelings of guilt and confusion, contemplating the implications of their actions. Arabella, however, seems unfazed and playful about the situation, suggesting they can proceed however they like, and Harry leaving her apartment, feeling both exhilarated and conflicted about what just happened.

The fact he was allowing her foot to rub up the inside of his calf frightened him a little. It showed that he was putting up less of a fight this time. Allowing it to happen.

The Christmas work’s night out with plus-ones invited was always a testing experience for Harry, let alone tonight’s when it was strictly only the colleagues themselves. He knew she had a thing for him. Though he was married, he couldn’t deny that having a younger colleague unapologetically taunt and flirt with him inflated his ego and boosted his mood when compared to the lull he was currently experiencing with his actual wife. He also couldn’t deny having whispered filthy sweet nothings into her ear from time to time just to spur her on for his own egotistical amusement. However, despite having practically fucked each other with their eyes on several occasions, they had never actually crossed the physical barrier before.

Tonight was like he was in a trance with only one goal. As usual, he and her were the last ones standing from the Christmas party. She bit her lip as their eyes met over the table once everyone else had gone home, the expression on her face beginning to cause a slight issue in the front of Harry’s pants when added with the light rubbing of her foot against his inner calf again.

“Can I get you another drink?” Harry asked, breaking the seductive atmosphere.

“You don’t need to get me drunk to have your way with me, Sir.” She picked up her glass and licked her lips after putting it back down again.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’.” Harry replied, trying not to watch her tongue.

“Sorry… Boss?” She arched a brow.

“Arabella, Drop the titles. We are not at work.” He attempted to scowl.

“Yes…” Her lips formed the pronunciation of an ‘S’ before batting her eyelashes innocently as she emphasised, “Harry.”

“Good girl.” He squinted his eyes teasingly.

“I can’t call you ‘boss’ or ‘sir’ but you can call me ‘good gir-‘!?” Her lips parted dramatically, almost in offence.

“So, you don’t want another drink?” Harry butted in, already aware that what he said was not very professional and telling her that she ‘asked for it’ most likely would not go down well.

“I told you,” Her foot slid slightly higher up his calf this time and her eyes momentarily diverted to his lips, “You do nothave to get me drunk to have whatever it is you want from me.”

He remained silent for a few moments, pondering his response to how forward she was being, “Why is it always me and you the last to go home?”

“So no one can see us leave together.” She shrugged simply.

“Ha,” Harry shot her a sarcastic expression, “Do you not have a boyfriend?”

“Does it matter?” She arched a brow.

“Considering what’s going on under the table, I’d say so.” Harry responded flatly.

“Do you not have a wife?” She tilted her head, purposefully swirling her tongue around the straw in her glass before pushing it into her mouth whilst maintaining eye contact.

“No one here took your fancy?” He purposefully avoided her question, feeling heat beginning to climb up his body.

“Oh, yes, someone did,” She nodded, smiling sweetly, “But, then again, someone always does.”

Harry blinked hard and felt his hand tremble against his glass slightly as he lifted it to his lips, trying to ignore the way she was now pushing the straw deeper into her mouth before pursing her lips to suck the liquid through it.

Narcissistically, he already knew the answer, but he chose to ask anyway, “And who would that be?”

“The Boss.” She bit the inside of her cheek, “I ask you to dance because if I can feel your body pressed against mine, then I can better envision how it would feel to be on top of me.”

“You’re being dangerous tonight.” He let out a sharp breath, feeling the need to allow a bit more air through his shirt collar as the tension between them grew.

“You’re letting me.” She raised her eyebrows, enjoying the fact that she was gradually getting the upper hand in the situation.

‘Oh, I’d let you do absolutely anything to me right now’, he thought to himself, struggling at this point to keep his eyes off her. She was younger than him by quite a number of years, so the fact that she was even interested in him was enough. He thought about how it would feel to just fool around and get himself off with her tonight, completely meaningless. The thought had crossed his mind many times before, but tonight was something else. She had him right in the palm of her hand. So much so, his brain could only think of where they could sneak off to quickest just so he could get the relief he so badly desired and move on with his life. Quick fuck in the toilets? No, people would see them both go in. Were they both desperate enough to follow the back alley down behind the bar and get themselves off there? No, far too public… for a married man. Fuck, he would have her over this table right now if he could.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Harry asked to try and avoid what she was next about to propose.

“What, my house or yours?” She smirked.

“Another bar?” Harry ignored her question, resting his chin on his hand with his elbow bent on the table, “Fancy cocktail bars, that’s what you like, isn’t it? Or it is when I look at the accounts which the company so kindly funds your work nights out.”

“Well, the company does like to look after their staff, don’t they?” She raised her eyebrows, reaching across the table and lightly tracing patterns against the part of Harry’s forearm that was on show rested flatly against the table.

“Of course.” He swallowed hard, glancing down at her fingers and pressing his lips together hard.

“It keeps them happy,” Her nails lightly grazed his skin this time, “That’s how you keep your staff, Harry,” Her tone lowered, though her expression remained annoyingly innocent, “To make sure they are always looked after, taken care of, satisfied.” She emphasised each word by pressing her nails against him a little harder each time.

“Right.” He nodded, showing no attempt of pulling away.

“So, yes, let’s go to another bar.” She grinned, quickly standing up.

Harry’s lips quickly parted and he looked up at her, physically having to shake himself out of his trance. Before he could even formulate a response, she had already walked over to the bar, awaiting for him to pay for the tab with the company card.

“Right…” He blinked hard, “Right.” He repeated, exhaling deeply as he stood and cautiously glancing down and silently being grateful for not being his once younger self; for now, his threatening arousal staying concealed and hardly noticeable within his trousers.

“In your own time, boss.” She teased, watching as he made his way over to her.

He didn’t speak once he approached the bar, didn’t even react to her. Instead, he turned to the barman and gave the name of the tab before getting his wallet out of his blazer pocket.

“Thank you, sir.” The barman smiled once he had paid.

“And you, too.” Harry half smiled back, still on the comedown of the most intimate few minutes he had had with anyone in weeks.

“Thanks, boss.” She winked, looking over at him as they headed toward the exit.

“Where to?” Harry asked, pushing the door open and holding it for her.

The cold wintry air hit them before she could respond, both of them shivering and Harry stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“You tell me,” She moved closer to him as they walked, linking arms with him and immediately feeling his body tense as she did so, her words certainly not helping, “You strike me as the kind of man who knows how to satisfy a lady’s pallet.”

Harry bit down hard on his inner lip, his eyes darting around as they continued to walk. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each step, but still he allowed it to happen and made no attempt to remove her arm.

“Harry?” She turned her head to look up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Hm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, glancing down at her, “Are you sure you’d like to walk around the city like this with your boss?”

“What’s wrong with it?” She asked, looking at him with an unphased expression.

“Well, we’re…” He fought with what to say, his mouth opening and closing a few times, “We’re, you know—“

“What, not strangers?” She answered for him.

“No, we aren’t,” He shook his head, “Which almost makes it worse, if you think about it.”

“How so?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Because people who recognise us both will know that we work together,” Harry huffed quietly, “And you know how people like to gossip.”

She paused for a moment and waited for him to look forward again before leaning up to press her cheek to his and whisper into his ear, “Then, let’s go somewhere no one else can see.”

Harry held his breath for a moment before glancing down at his feet, then her arm linked with his, then his feet again before finally speaking, “Alright.”

“Or give them a reason to gossip.” She mumbled, glancing up at him very briefly with a smirk.

Oh, he liked the idea of that. Just from that one faint suggestion, he found himself subtly looking around for literally anywhere he could create the setting of a quickie in his head.

“How about there?” She suggested, though Harry’s mind was in a completely different place at what she was suggesting before he looked ahead to the glittering sign of another bar.

“Sure.” Harry shrugged, pressing his finger to his chin as he read the name of it, “As long as you don’t drain my bank account.”

She licked her lips slowly as they approached the door, flickering her eyes up at him and speaking as their eyes met, “Oh, I plan to drain much more than your bank account tonight, sir.”

Harry felt a strange, unfamiliar twinge in his crotch from her comment and his hand briefly slipped from holding the door, clearing his throat to try and cover it up. His lips twitched and he tensed his jaw as he followed her into the bar — though his mind was going in many more directions than just one.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked.

“Surprise me,” She shrugged, gesturing to an empty, tall table, “I’ll meet you over there.”

“They’re a nightmare, aren’t they?” The barman laughed.

“I’m sorry?” Harry scowled briefly, leaning against the bar.

“Girlfriends.” The barman raised his eyebrows.

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at her before shrugging, “Uh, yeah.”

He ordered the first two drinks that came to mind after glancing at the menu written on the black slate hanging on the wall; a whisky and an espresso martini. He paid the barman and walked over to the table, placing them down on there and hopping up on the stool at the side of her.

“Thank you,” She crinkled her nose, “May I guess which one is mine?”

“If you must.” Harry shrugged.

“This one?” She arched a brow, bringing the espresso martini closer to her.

“What makes you so sure?” He mirrored her raised eyebrow.

“This one has a shot of espresso in it,” She said simply, “You clearly want me to be awake for the whole night.”

“I think it’s more favourable to me in that sense considering our age difference.” Harry attempted to joke.

“I wouldn’t say so…” She took a sip of it, “I like older men.”

“I hadn’t guessed.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“And grumpy ones, too, apparently…” She slowly licked her lips.

“Have you any—“ He began before feeling something light fell onto his head, looking at either of his shoulders and letting out a small chuckle when he saw that a piece of previously hung up tinsel was now on him.

“Come here,” She reached across the small table and wrapped the tinsel around him like a scarf, crinkling her nose as she pulled back, “It suits you.”

“Thank you,” Harry laughed, glancing down at one end of it now pointing down his chest, “New work uniform?”

“Oh, I think we could get people on board.” She agreed with a grin.

They both shared a laugh, catching each other’s eye for a few long moments before reaching for their drinks. Harry’s eyes darted back to the table, trying to push his most intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind.

“So…” He attempted to break the tension, “What are your plans for Christmas?”

“What are my plans for Christmas?” She scoffed.

“Yes?” Harry squinted his eyes and reached for his drink again, convinced he had made it a little too obvious that he was trying to change the subject for his own benefit.

“Wow,” She shook her head, watching as the tinsel fell from around Harry’s shoulders and to the floor, “I am going to the bathroom,” She hopped down from the high stool, “Your small talk is getting worse.”

“My…” He began to question her but lost his wording when he saw her bend over in front of him, purposefully emphasising the miniskirt she was wearing as she picked up the tinsel. His mouth became dry and his skin prickly hot, trying not to allow the feeling to travel further South.

“There we go,” She said as she placed the tinsel around his shoulders again, purposely skimming his cheek and then ear with her lips before whispering directly into it, “But if we’re going to do anything, we might as well just fuck.”

Before he even had a chance to register what she had said, she was already walking away toward the bathroom. After a few steps, however, she turned around and winked, shrugging innocently with an angelic smile before turning her back to him again.

He took another drink of his whisky and swallowed it shakily. She was igniting something in him that hadn’t been alight for a long time. He was almost convinced that she was aware she had turned him on at this point, and as he squeezed his thighs together, it was hard for him not to make it too obvious. Christ, he wanted her to have her way with him. He thought of any and every way he could justify it. Just sneak off somewhere and never speak of it again? Would it look a bit too obvious if they were to go back to hers? Well, they certainly couldn’t go back to his.

He drummed the fingertips of his free hand against the table while his other hand remained snug around his glass. The thoughts going through his mind were some of the most unholy, unfaithful ones that had ever crossed it. Sure, he would be a liar to say he hadn’t felt temptation before, one person in particular springing to mind, but he hadn’t exactly acted upon it. Now he wanted it. He wanted her because she was acting like someone who wanted him. It was as if the passion his marriage was currently lacking was now found in wanting one night with her.

He felt his heart skip a beat when she came back through the door. He knew he’d have to make a split decision before he talked himself out of it. He found his eyes taking a walk all over her figure as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cleared his throat with an innocent smile when she joined him back at the table.

“Alright.” He said.

“Alright?” She squinted her eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere.” He spoke quietly, nervously looking around.

“Anywhere in particular?” She arched a brow, reaching over the table for the tinsel still hung around his shoulders.

He paused when he felt her foot against his calf again, opening his mouth to speak but then pressing his lips together. Her head tilted and she caught his gaze, raising her eyebrows with an angelic expression, “Hm?”

“Where do you think?” He asked, though it was more of a mumble.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t ask.” She shrugged innocently, licking her lips.

He looked either side of him before back at her, “Yours?”

“What for?” She squinted her eyes, moving her foot a little higher.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely insufferable?” He huffed, finishing his drink.

“Has anyone ever told you that a man your age shouldn’t drink so much?” She retorted.

“I’m sorry?” He scowled, “I’ve only had—“

“Don’t be getting whisky dick.” She winked, hopping off the stool.

He didn’t quite have a response to her remark but continued to watch her as she walked toward the door of the bar. She looked back at him with a wink as she pushed the door open, though didn’t stay to hold it for him in time to get to his feet and follow. But he did, only seconds later, following her like some desperately aroused dog.

He caught eye of her outfit — the one he had spent a lot of tonight picturing tearing off her — and walked toward the line of taxis. She gave her details to one of the drivers and gestured for him to get in it with her. As he climbed into the back seat, he couldn’t deny that his head was telling him one thing, but his cock most definitely another.

“Hi.” She glanced over at him once he shut the door behind him.

He didn’t reply, just glanced over at her and pressed his lips together with a small nod. Arabella pursed her lips and turned her head to look out of the window into the darkness. Harry turned to look out of his own window, but quickly caught sight of her very slowly parting her legs from the position she was sat in. His eyes stayed there for a while before blinking quickly and swallowing hard once she turned to face him again.

“I…” He began as Arabella placed her hand upon his thigh.

“It’s okay, boss,” She squeezed his thigh gently, “Everybody window shops.”

Harry let out a small laugh to try and cover up the tingle in his thigh when she squeezed it. He glanced forward to look in the driver’s rear view mirror to make sure that he wasn’t looking before placing his own hand on top of hers and closing it around his thigh again.

“Oh?” She glanced up at him with a grin, “You like that?”

He nodded and remained silent, letting go of her hand and hoping that she would carry on without his cue. She licked her lips and lightly dug her nails into the seem of his pants against his inner thigh, earning a small grunt from him in the process.

“Mm…” He tilted his head back, trying to pretend that if it was over his clothes then it wasn’t really happening. When in reality, he was actually in a taxi back to her house with ideas in mind that would send him to hell.

Arabella leaned in enough to lay her head on his shoulder and lightly tickled her lips against his earlobe, whispering, “Oh, the things I’d like to do to you on this back seat.”

Harry chewed his bottom lip harshly for a moment before saying, “Likewise,” but being unable to make eye contact.

“Oh, really?” She brushed her lips behind his ear.

“Really.” He replied, his eyes closing at the feel of her lips.

His eyes remained closed, his mind floating to the number of situations he would gladly end up in on the back seat at this present moment. The flames in his stomach flickered each time he felt her lips skim his skin and he exhaled shakily, wanting nothing more than to place his hand against her thigh, but some uncertainty in him still holding him back. Once again, despite wanting his hand upon her thigh for the brief moment, he wasn’t exactly encouraging her behaviour, but he wasn’t exactly stopping her, either.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get to my place.” She whispered against the crook of his neck, kissing the skin lightly.

“I am going to walk you to your door.” He spoke through a shiver.

“What, my bedroom door?” She grinned against his skin.

“No comment.” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes still closed.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” She pulled back once the car stopped, undoing her seatbelt.

“Hm?” His heavy eyes opened, looking out of the window, “Is this your place?”

“No, it’s not, actually,” She rolled her eyes, passing the taxi driver some money and getting out of the car before continuing in the same sarcastic tone as Harry followed close behind, “It’s a secret base I’ve brought you to so no one can ever find out about us.”

“What is there to find out about?” He asked, trying to make himself sound as innocent and unbothered as possible.

“Nothing,” She shrugged, pushing the door open and gazing up at him with a smirk, “Yet.”

Arabella walked in front, but the way she looked over her shoulder and looked him up and down made his breathing somewhat uneasy. He chewed his bottom lip and followed her toward the lift, praying for no silence that would make his desires take over him.

“Have you lived here long?” Harry asked as the lift door closed behind them.

“Long enough to fantasise about having you in my apartment.” She winked.

“And the truth?” Harry arched a brow.

“That is the truth,” She shrugged, “Or would you like me to go on about the images that have popped into my head with you right here?”

Harry swallowed hard, knowing full well that he, too, was creating a far from holy image of them both stuck in this lift.

“Go on,” He swallowed hard.

“Imagine the lift gets stuck…” She walked closer to him, “And I… have no choice… but to…” She moved closer with each word, pausing briefly when her face was directly in front of his.

“I’m listening…” Harry felt his temperature rise, briefly glancing at her lips as her eyes flickered to his.

“Repopulate with whomever I am stuck in there with.” She shrugged, biting her lip.

“You want to repopulate?” Harry squinted his eyes, “With…. me?”

“That’s not what I said, is it?” Arabella licked her lips.

“Yes?” Harry scowled slightly.

“I never specifically said I wanted to repopulate with you,” She shook her head, “But, hypothetically, if I were to ever be in that situation, it wouldn’t hurt to practice, right?”

Harry let out a singular nervous laugh, fighting every urge not to place his hands upon her hips. They locked eyes through the silence and he swallowed hard, his lips slowly parting as the heat under his shirt creeped up to his collar.

“Right.” He nodded, unsure of whether to make the next move that was playing in his mind.

“I’m very glad to know that we’re on the same page.” She winked as the lift doors opened, turning away from him and walking down the corridor.

Harry felt the desire and arousal within him start to boil as she — once again — lead the way in front and he followed, muttering, “Women…”, under his breath. His want was practically turning into desperation at this point, growing less and less afraid of where the night would go.

He swore she unlocked the door to her apartment slowly on purpose, following her inside and casting his eyes around the surprisingly large space. He exhaled quietly after closing the door behind him and stepped further into the room, arching a brow when she reappeared from the kitchen.

“Are you impressed?” She asked.

“We are clearly paying you far too much.” Harry joked.

“There are other ways in which I would be happy to receive appreciation for the work I do.” She shrugged, licking her bottom lip as she glanced back over at him.

“Oh, really?” Harry began to smirk and advanced toward her, unsure where this sudden burst of confidence had come from.

“Would you like to hear my suggestions or would you like to guess?” She mirrored his smirk, walking backwards into what he assumed was her living room.

“Could I have a small hint, maybe?” He arched a brow.

“Perhaps something to do with this new sofa?” She turned to point to it, her eyes still on him.

Harry inhaled sharply as his eyes scanned over the large sofa, particularly paying attention to the part at the end that unfolded like a mattress.

“Do you want me to… give you my opinion on your new sofa?” He asked, coming closer to her, “Rate the colour?”

“How about we rate how sturdy it is?” She bit her lip in an attempt to hide her grin.

“How on earth would we do that?” He raised both of his eyebrows now, desperately trying to conceal his smirk, “Anything but a kiss?”

“No,” Arabella shook her head and placed one firm hand against his chest to push him backwards, speaking once Harry had landed upon the edge of the part of the sofa that folded out into the bed, “This isn’t ’Pretty fucking Woman’.”

“What is it, then?” Harry gazed up at her, leaning back on his hands.

Arabella’s eyes met his for a brief moment before leaning down and whispering, “Whatever you want it to be,” Her lips taunted his from being so close, “Boss.”

Harry sat up a little more and lifted his hands, placing them hesitantly on her hips and dipping his eyes to her lips as she sat down on one of his thighs. His heart was thumping almost painfully in his chest from what he knew was coming. The eye contact between them was only brief, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. Arabella’s hand against his cheek was all he needed to tilt his head and result in their lips being pressed together.

Desperation didn’t take long to become apparent between them both, Harry’s hand now cupping her cheek as the kiss immediately deepened. Arabella leaned against him a little more and rested both of her hands against his neck, kissing him with little mercy.

“W…Wait…” Harry inhaled shakily, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?” Arabella raised her eyebrows, her lips still pursed from when he had pulled back.

“I would be a fool to not realise the difference between us…” He spoke as his thumb absentmindedly ran across her cheekbone, “You being young and free, me being, well…” He fought with how to word it, “You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Girls don’t want good boys,” She looked him straight in the eyes, their faces so close their noses were touching, “They want to be thrown around by someone above them who isn’t getting any from their own wife.”

Harry let out a singular laugh, unsure of whether he found that more amusing or arousing. Regardless, it wasn’t long before their lips urgently smacked back together.

“Glad we cleared that up.” Harry mumbled against her lips, his hand slipping into her hair as she pushed him down to lay flat against the surface.

He surprised them both by letting out a soft moan when he felt her laying on top of him completely. Arabella smirked against his lips before parting hers and teasingly running her tongue between his. She felt his hands tremble in his hair momentarily and was even a little bit surprised when he parted his lips for her, allowing her to deepen the kiss any further. Harry’s free hand slid down her back and he fought with the idea to try and feel around for her zip.

‘Perhaps not,’ he thought to himself, ‘then, at least if anyone was to find out about this, we can say it was just a kiss.’ But then she readjusted herself, now her hips rocking over him each time their lips met, and he liked that. A lot.

He was practically forcing himself not to moan at this point, the direct pressure over him making his thighs tense even with their clothes still on. His hand absentmindedly slipped to her bottom in a subconscious attempt to not lose the feeling.

“Oh, I think someone likes this, hm?” She taunted against his lips, applying a little more pressure and enjoying the quiet squeal Harry let out as a result.

“I-It’s…” He inhaled shakily between kisses, “Nice.”

“Really?” Arabella pulled back, gazing down at him with her hands at either side of his head, “You’re finally getting what you’ve always pictured in your head and all you can say is ‘it’s nice’?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He spoke in a low voice, his hand still over her bottom as her hips remained still over the front of his pants.

“No, you didn’t,” She shook her head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss him again, “Sorry, boss.” She whispered whilst kissing him slowly this time and making an obvious attempt at taking her time to move over him this time.

“M-Mmm…” He whimpered, kissing her back lazily and fighting the urge to not push his hips up at the same time.

Arabella held his head in place with her hands cupping his face again, their kisses growing rougher by the seconds as her grinding hips caught up to speed. He may have been in a dull marriage as of recently, but Harry was certainly still aware of when he was becoming visibly aroused. He thought about trying to reposition himself but that was quickly taken over by Arabella placing her hands on his shoulders and gesturing for him to sit up again.

Once they were both sat up straight again with Arabella still straddling his lap, Harry placed his large hands against her cheeks to stress how much he didn’t want to break the kiss. Arabella’s hands slid to from his shoulders to his shirt, untying his tie and tossing it to the side before starting to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. One of Harry’s hands tangled in her hair and he made a soft noise against her lips when he felt her hands slide between them and start to unbuckle his belt, still kissing him with the same force. Alarm bells were ringing in Harry’s head, but here he was again, just allowing it to happen.

His breathing became a little more shaky in between kisses when he felt the buckle on his belt pop open, but her hands didn’t stop there; once finished with his belt, they were now working on the button on his pants. Harry gasped quietly against her lips once she got the button undone and immediately reached for his zip, teasingly wiggling it between her finger and thumb.

“Mm, what on earth is going on in there?” She asked, feeling the already stretched material against her hand.

“I think…” Harry exhaled, trying to sound as unbothered as possible, “I think you already know.”

“Shall we have a look and see?” She grinned, pulling back while glancing down between them.

Harry swallowed hard and nodded almost immediately, shocking himself but barely able to remember the last time he was this desperate.

Arabella slowly unzipped the front of his pants and bit her lip when she heard the change in his breathing again, waiting a few moments before pushing her hand into the opening. Harry’s mouth fell open and he felt his head spinning with all the positive and negatives that were about to come along with her next few actions. His hands rested against her hips again and his breathing hitched when her fingers began to dip passed the waistband of his underwear, even a little embarrassed at how much she had turned him on already from doing so little. She giggled flirtatiously and wrapped her hand around the base of his hardened cock, licking her lips.

“O-Ohhh…” He exhaled shakily, his eyes growing heavy and his jaw tensing slightly from how much he enjoyed the feeling of her fist now gently stroking up and down his length, “Arabella…”

“Shh, shh…” She whispered softly, reaching for his face with her free hand and cupping his cheek in it as their lips urgently pressed back together.

Harry didn’t fight it, immediately kissing her back whilst soft whines passed through his lips and now finding himself tugging at her top slightly. Arabella’s fist tightened around him slightly, though still stroking with the same gentle movements.

“How long ago was it since you were touched, hm?” She asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand around him.

He didn’t answer, just let out a muffled moan instead.

“How long ago was it since you touched yourself?” She asked in the same soft tone, kissing him teasingly slowly now so she could continue to speak, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sir?” She paused, her fist still jerking up and down his cock, then grinned, “Because I think about you.”

“Damn you.” Harry grunted, feeling himself throb from what she had just said.

“Don’t be like that, boss…” She smirked, starting to twist her wrist now as the speed of her fist increased.

Harry placed one hand on the back of her head and cupped her cheek with the other, kissing her harshly as his cock continued to pulsate in her grip. The arousal surging through him made him feel twenty years younger, like he only had one thing on his mind: getting off.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure and his rough kisses became more clumsy, letting out jittery moans in between them. His fingers trembled in her hair and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his thighs tensing with each of her movements.

“Does that feel good?” Arabella spoke as she broke the kiss, glancing down at her moving hand instead. Harry’s eyes remained closed and his lips still parted, trying to control his breathing, “Sir?” She spoke quietly and removed her hand, now looking at him as his heavy eyes opened.

“Please…” He whimpered, looking at her with a face she had never seen before; he looked helpless, desperate, and quite frankly, pathetic. His eyebrows narrowed and his chest heaved with need for her to continue.

Arabella waited for a few moments before licking the palm of her hand slowly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Harry felt his cock twitch madly just from watching her and exhaled shakily, feeling the heat in his body almost become unbearable.

“Please… what?” She asked, moving her hand closer to his crotch but not yet touching him.

“Don’t stop…” He whimpered quietly, feeling every bit of pride leave his body from his pathetic beg.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me,” She licked the palm of her hand again, “How many times I’ve pictured it in my head,” She wrapped her fist around him again and started to move it up and down as her lips hovered down over his, “Begging me not to stop,” She paused, grinning as his cock pulsated in her grip, “No matter how pathetic you sound.”

Harry nipped at her lips first from the desperation of wanting to kiss her again and moaned at the feeling of her hand jerking up and down his length again. Arabella purposely brushed her thumb under the head of his cock as her fist slid up and down, enjoying the sharp gasps against her lips from Harry as a result. His breathing quivered and he felt his thighs tingle, unsure of when he was last brought so close to the edge so quickly.

“You know, I never expected to end tonight by tossing off the boss…” Arabella spoke softly against his lips, her wrist still jerking up and down.

“Mmmmh…” Harry grunted, his eyes heavy as the kiss briefly broke, “Really…” His tone came across as if he wasn’t entirely convinced by her statement.

“Really…” Arabella breathed against his lips, kissing him once more before moving her lips to his neck and creating a pathway of kisses up to his ear, speaking in a seductive tone, “I expected to be riding him instead.”

The noise Harry made was unlike any that had ever passed through his lips before. He swore he felt his cock harden even further in her grip from what she had just said and tried to convince himself that he hadn’t just imagined it. Arabella smirked and placed a finger from her free hand under his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met.

“Would you like that?” She asked softly, tightening her fist around him but stroking extremely slowly, “Me bouncing over your cock?” She bit her lip, now tapping her thumb against the tip of his cock as he took a shaky breath, “Because I would,” She kissed him slowly, “In fact, I’ve dreamed of it…” The tip of her tongue teased between his lips whilst her thumb taunted under the head of his cock in massaging circles, having him completely at her mercy, “Haven’t you?”

“Stop… asking… stupid… questions…” Harry responded between drags of breath, his mouth now permanently open from the way she was teasing him.

“I’m going to need your consent… sir,” She pulled her face back and removed her hand from around him, gazing down at him with an innocent expression.

Harry looked at her with another pained glance, narrowing his eyebrows and feeling his cock angrily pulsate from being left unattended again, “Will you actually let me…” He swallowed hard, sheepishly trying to gesture what he meant, “You know…”

“Let you what, hm?” She purposefully played dumb, enjoying watching the frustration bubble up over his red face before changing her tone, “Oh, actually let you cum?”

She watched him swallow hard and nod as his face grew more red, pursing her lips before speaking, “Of course… sir.”

“Then, consider my consent given.” He leaned up to press an urgent kiss to her lips.

Arabella grinned against his lips and lowered him back down onto the sofa with her lips against his and her hands against his shoulders. Harry nipped at her lips absentmindedly from the pure adrenaline surging through him and shocked them both by placing his hands on either of her thighs once he was laid back fully. Arabella remained leant over him whilst straddling his hips and placing her hands at either sides of his head; mirroring her thighs at either side of his body.

Harry’s hands moved further up her thighs, under the hem of her skirt in search for her underwear. Arabella lifted her hips teasingly and pressed a slightly harder kiss to his lips, giggling quietly as his hands continued to slip further up her skirt.

“Looking for something?” She whispered against his lips, “Now you’ve actually had the nerve to touch…”

“I… can’t…” He swallowed hard, growing red with both arousal and embarrassment, “Find…”

“Find…?” She continued to taunt him, circling her hips over him lightly.

“Your…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cock throb from her movement, “…underwear.”

“Mmm… that’s because there’s none to be found…” She smirked, placing her hands over his and pushing them to her inner thighs instead, guiding them all the way up, “See?”

“You mean…” Harry struggled with his words, his hands trembling madly against her skin, “You’re not…” He swallowed hard, absentmindedly massaging his thumbs in circles against he inner thighs, “Any?”

“What can I say?” Arabella smirked, opening his crotch a little further open and biting her lip at the sight of his erection creating a large bump in the front of his boxers, the head almost visible past the waistband, “I told you I went into tonight knowing exactly how I expected it to end…”

As she spoke, she lowered herself over the material strain in his boxers and leaned down to kiss him slowly. He felt her warmth and shivered with arousal, kissing her back even slower as he not only mentally tried to come to terms with the information he had just gained, but physically, too. He didn’t know whether it was the kiss mixed with the almost direct pressure over him, or the fact he now knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she had purposely done this for the intention of him finding out. She was barely even moving against them as they kissed now, only naturally lightly brushing back and forth each time their lips met, but perhaps that made it even worse. His cock, barely even touched for as long as he could remember before tonight, was pointing upright and toward his stomach, albeit enclosed by his underwear, but overly visible at this point from the painful taunting. To feel the weight of another on top of him was practically foreign to him at this point of his marriage, and to have a much younger woman in that very position was making him feel lightheaded even though he was laying flat, but, heart racing, he only had one thing circling his mind right now;

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Mm, enough of that,” She spoke against his lips as she kissed him once more before winking as his heavy eyes opened, “For now.”

Harry’s chest heaved as his eyes followed her movements, feeling himself salivating from the anticipation at this point. Arabella moved herself a little further down his body so that she wasn’t sat over him completely and Harry silently thanked her for the relief of pressure being lifted off the protruding problem in his underwear. His heartbeat began to increase as he watched her fingertips push under the waistband of his boxers and pull it away from his skin before letting go and snapping it back to his waistline.

“A-Agh!” He whimpered pathetically, narrowing his eyebrows as his hands trembled at either side of him.

“Hm?” Arabella arched a brow innocently, biting her lip as she took a hold of his waistband again and began to peel them down this time.

Harry was lost for words, unable to take his eyes away but also barely even able to watch once one of her hands reached into his boxers to help completely free his desperately aching cock. Arabella licked her lips as she lightly traced her index finger from the base of his cock to the head, collecting the precum that had gathered at the tip and then pushing her finger into her mouth all whilst remaining full eye contact with him. Harry allowed a pathetic whine and narrowed his eyebrows, repeating the same last two internal words more than ever now as he watched her suck on her finger.

“Mmm, look at you…” Arabella licked her lips slowly once pulling her finger out of her mouth and gazing down at his angry arousal, “So…” She inhaled deeply, tracing a line with her wet index finger around the outline of his cock hardened over his stomach, “…impressive for your age.”

“I-Impressive?” Harry swallowed hard, sucking his lower stomach in slightly from the sensitivity.

“So hard so fast…” She let out a singular giggle, her eyes meeting his again, “Let’s just hope it’s the only part that happens fast.”

Harry swallowed nervously and leaned up on his elbows as she reached into her bra, pulling out a condom as if it was the most normal place to keep one. He forgot about his impatience for a moment as his eyebrow arched inquisitively, but words still failed him.

“Why do you think I disappeared when we first got in here?” She mirrored his raised eyebrow, ripping the packet open, “You can never be too careful, right?”

“R…” Was all that Harry managed to say as she placed the condom at the tip of his length and carefully rolled it down the rest of him, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth as he hissed through them quietly.

“I’m surprised they make condoms big enough to fit you…” Arabella smirked, placing one hand flat on his chest while her other hand positioned his length directly between her legs.

“O—Oh, fuuuck…” Harry groaned loudly from deep in his throat as Arabella sat over him completely, his eyes rolling back in relief.

“Want me to go slow, old man?” Arabella sat up properly, placing her hands flat on his chest.

Harry’s heavy eyes half opened and he glared up at her, feeling his heart beating madly in his chest. His arms felt like they were glued to the side of him and his breathing became even heavier from anticipating her next move.

“No?” She bit her lip and leaned down, pressing their lips back together as she began to move her hips back and forth over him.

“Absolutely fucking not.” He practically growled against her lips, his fingertips almost digging into her skin as her urged her to move faster against him.

“So naughty…” She kissed him slowly despite her hips moving faster, “And, yet, so fucking desperate…” She kissed him harshly, not even waiting for him to try and kiss her back before sitting herself up properly.

Harry’s lips parted to speak before all the air was taken out of his lungs from the bouncing of Arabella’s hips over him. His hands fell from her hips to the sides of his body and his head rolled back in pleasure as his eyes closed, giving her complete free range of however she wanted to move over him. His entire body trembled half in delight, half in the knowing that what he was doing was very wrong. But it was too late.

He moaned loudly, mouth hanging wide open as she continued to move over him at an unforgiving pace. Her nails scratched at his chest through his shirt and she bit her lip as she gazed down at him, the look on his face adding to the many reasons why she didn’t want to stop. Harry was unsure whether his cock or his heart was throbbing harder, but Arabella could feel each and every pulse as it repeatedly slid in and out of her with ease.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was ever in a situation like this, even with his wife. His eyes were tightly shut and all he could see were stars, even finding himself becoming lightheaded due to the far from familiar feeling. His entire body was numb, yet also felt pleasure surge through it like electricity.

Harry’s breath hitched briefly when he felt Arabella’s lips against his again, and her breasts pressed up against his chest driving him all the more wild. He placed his hand on the back of her head to urge her not to stop, kissing her back urgently.

“Fuck, I’ve never had someone fill me so well before…” Arabella breathed huskily against his lips, “Just how I’ve always imagined.”

“S-Stop… it…” Harry whimpered against her lips, her words only encouraging the throb of his cock.

He kissed her harder, able to feel her smirk against his lips as he tried to stop her talking; he knew he would soon be moments away from erupting.

“One more and then I’m going to make you forget your fucking name.” Arabella moaned against his lips.

“One more wha…” His voice got cut off from a harsh kiss to his lips before she sat up again and folded her arms behind her head, starting to bounce over him mercilessly, “—oh, fuck!” He cried out, feeling the pleasure already rising in him begin to threaten release.

Arabella grinned from his reaction and threw her head back with her arms still behind her head. Harry gripped onto the material at either side of him but forced his heavy eyes open, afraid this alone would push him over the edge but also willing to take this risk so he could visually lock this image in his brain; the bouncing of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest, her relentlessly moving hips and the brief flash of his cock before it slipped inside her each time, the bliss plastered all over her face, and, mostly, the knowing that it was him who was causing it — mainly because he was aware of how long it would be, if ever, before he would be in this position again.

“You can touch,” She breathed out her words, pushing her breasts together with her hands and immediately moaning once her hands were replaced with his, “Mm… like that.”

“Ah, fuck…” He whimpered under his breath, feeing his thighs tense as the heat rose up his body, “Fuck, fuck– I’m cu– I’m– ugh!”

Harry’s head dug further back into the pillow as sticky strings of his climax began to erupt into the condom, desperately trying to grasp onto her breasts through the material of her clothing as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

Countless profanities left his mouth with each palpitation of his cock, especially once Arabella joined him with her own orgasm. She kept herself upright for as long as she possibly could, her eyes rolling back in sync with Harry’s.

“Mmhh, that’s it, boss… Mm!” Arabella moaned loudly, feeling her legs turning to jelly and resulting in her collapsing over him but still moving her hips.

Their lips smacked against each other and they kissed clumsily through their moans as their movements died down, their chests rising and falling against each other. Arabella raised her hands and run them through his hair, Harry’s resting over her bottom and whimpering against her lips when she readjusted herself slightly.

“So it is true…” She whispered against his lips, kissing him again as Harry made an inaudible noise against her lips, “Married bosses really do give the best dick.”

Harry let out a muffled laugh as she sat up and swallowed hard, the reality of what had just happened suddenly hitting him; he had just committed the most unfaithful act, but, fuck, did it feel amazing. His heart was pounding in his chest, half from pent up relief and half from shock of what had just happened. He almost pinched himself just to clarify that it hadn’t all been a dream — a wet dream.

“Everything alright down there?” Arabella’s voice was barely heard over his own thoughts.

“Mm…” He groaned as she moved, hissing through his teeth from how sensitive he felt as she pulled the condom off him.

“Oh,” She giggled when she saw his length twitch out of the corner of her eye whilst tying the condom, “Is that someone saying they’re already up for it again?”

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me…” He spoke with a heavy breath, placing one of his hands over his chest as his eyes glanced up at her.

“Oh, don't look at me like that,” She climbed off him, placing the used condom in the bin as she spoke, “I told you I would do it.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, reaching down to fasten his trousers back up.

“Drain more than just your bank account.” She winked, turning around to face him with her hands on her hips.

Harry didn’t respond, just shuffled further up on the sofa and slouched against it. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up the body that had just been on top of him and swallowed hard, his chest still not entirely back to normal.

“Look at you…” She smirked at his flushed state, his hair still sweaty and stuck up, “I’m going to freshen up.”

Again, Harry remained silent and simply nodded, waiting for her to leave before running his hands through his hair to try and tidy it up a bit. He couldn't deny he had got what he had craved, and he would certainly be arrogant enough to know that she had, too. He felt like a young man again; alive and full of pulsating fun for a period of time, but then like a suddenly inexperienced old man after their few moments of fun.

“Mia was the one that got away, right?” Arabella spoke as she re-entered the room, taking Harry — lost in his own thoughts — by surprise again.

“I’m sorry?” Harry blinked hard, looking over at her.

“Did you want to fuck her?”

“No,” Harry lied, “I was married.”

“What, and did you just get divorced whilst I was in the bathroom?” Arabella scoffed.

After a long period of silence created from Harry unsure how to respond, he changed the subject by asking, “Do you have any cigarettes?”

Arabella walked over to the kitchen table and picked up an opened packet, handing one to him with a lighter, “Here.”

“I didn't know you smoked.” Harry said as he took them from her.

“A guy who was here the other night left them.” She shrugged.

“You do this often?” He arched a brow.

“Would it be a problem if I did?” She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

“None of my business,” Harry shrugged, placing the cigarette between his lips, “Do you mind?” He gestured toward the lighter.

Arabella shook her head in response, “Does your wife know you smoke?”

Harry paused briefly while he lit the cigarette before speaking, “She doesn't know I'm fucking you, either.”

“Which do you think she’d be most mad about?” Arabella asked with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

Harry took a long drag from the cigarette before speaking as he exhaled, “No comment.”

“Would you like a drink or anything?” She asked, watching him as he dabbed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

“Perhaps it would be wise for me to rinse my mouth out with something to take away the taste of the cigarette,” Harry sighed, “Then, I’ll be less likely to get questions when I get home.”

“Oh, you’re not planning on staying the night?” Arabella spoke with slight sarcasm in her voice.

“Funnily enough, no,” Harry took another drag, “I have a wife and kids to get home to.”

“Oh, really?” Arabella arched a brow, mumbling as she walked into the kitchen, “Didn’t seem that way when I was bouncing over your cock.”

Harry let out a forced, sarcastic laugh and tapped the ash into the ash tray again. He swallowed hard and glanced back over at the side of the sofa where the event took place only minutes before, bringing the cigarette back between his lips. He closed his eyes and took a large drag from it, resting his head against the back of the sofa as he exhaled.

“Look at you…” Arabella spoke as she came back into the room with his drink, “Cigarette in hand, still whisky on your breath, shirt untucked…” She handed him the drink when he opened one eye to look at her, “Like a real sleazy businessman, hm?”

“Thank you,” Harry lifted his head up, unsure which part of that he was thankful for.

“Well, don't let me keep you if you’ve got somewhere to be.” Arabella shrugged.

“I really should, uh— yeah,” Harry put the cigarette out completely and took a mouthful of the drink, standing up.

“Of course.” Arabella smiled politely, stepping to the side so he could walk past her and following him to the door.

“So, what happens now?” He asked, stepping into his shoes, “We just go to work an pretend this never happened? Do we never speak to each other again? Am I supposed to thank you for tonight?”

“Oh, Harry…” She let out a singular chuckle, shaking her head at him with a devilish grin.

“What?” He half laughed, “I’ve never really been in this situation before,” He raised his eyebrows, “I don't know the etiquette of these things.”

“Don't you worry about it,” She crinkled her nose as he opened the door and placed her hands flat on his chest, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “We can proceed however you’d like, sir. But, from me, it’s been an absolute pleasure.”

“Right,” He cleared his throat, flattening his shirt down once she stepped back, “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Arabella asked with a cheeky grin as he turned to walk down the corridor, “Goodnight, boss.”

“Goodnight, Arabella,” Harry responded with a briefly smug smirk.

He made his way back toward the lift and began his journey home, unsure if the emptiness of his balls made up for how uncomfortably busy and full his head felt with thoughts from the night they had just shared.

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part One)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Part one, Part Two

(gif ain't mine > idk I saw it one day and saved it then forgot... But it's not mine :"3)

✨Pure fluff, maybe a lil angst heh dunno XD and a tad full of sarcasm✨

🐧AH! Suddenly had an idea to write a character where she's from an asian country and Snape is just so intrigued and annoyed by her XD. Enjoy my imaginations (didn't use grammarly on this one so it might have some grammar errors pls be kind :"3)

OH also I was inspired to write this with that one shot I dont remembor :"3 please dm me if you whoever wrote this somewhat the same trope sees or reads this, so I can tag you or maybe remove it if you request so🐧

Now enjoy ^^

Part one, Part Two

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As Hogwarts came to another start, Severus Snape found himself sitted once again in the great hall with the insufferable children in front of him.

The war has ended, and two years have passed since his close call with death. He wished it had ended that way, though; he really has no clue what faith has put in on him again.

Nothing out of the ordinary has changed in two years, except well the dark lord being defeated and him being awarded the Merlins honor for his sacrifices, along with the Pince riches and manor named after him. He scowled at that house, and he couldn't fathom the idea of living in it, so he stayed in his humble home at the end of Spinners End.

There was a new addition to the staff, though. Professor Y/N/L, you teach the subject he has been eyeing for quite some time now, DADA.

McGonagall hired you last year, with recommendations from Hermoine of course. She has placed good words for you, complimenting how you had helped her with advocating elf rights and how you have helped Harry in defeating scoundrels of the wizarding world as an auror.

There was something unique about you, too. You didn't graduate from Hogwarts like Hermoine or Harry; you graduated from the far east. To be exact you graduated with golden robes from Mahoutokoro Wizarding School Japan.

Everyone was giddy when McGonagall introduced you in the great hall. You were wearing your golden robes, depicting your Mahoutokoro origin. You probably were the same age as Severus (having graduated from Mahoutokoro in 1971, a year early due to your exceptional skills). Severus was the least giddy, though; he despised the fact you took the spot to his dream position.

He took your presence as a challenge, and he cannot wait to embarrass you in front of the students if you ever asked for a sample duel.

And that day did came.

On October 2, 2000, you knocked on his classroom door in the middle of his potions class. You slowly peeked your head at his dungeon door and smiled at him.

Oh, how he despised your bright smile.

"Hello, Professor Snape, " you greeted as you kept your body behind the door.

Severus raised a brow and enveloped himself with his black robe. "Professor Y/L, what a pleasure to have your presence," his voice like a hoarse rumble of thunder. Nagini's bite wasn't too kind to him after the years. It pains him to speak, but he has gotten used to it now.

"Well..." you muttered under your breath as you entered his classroom. The eyes of his students are on you but are back on their cauldrons as soon as Severus slams a notebook to one table.

"Is it alright to ask you to come with me for a sample duel?" the words rolled out your mouth, startled by the sudden burst of noise that echoed throughout room.

Severus smirked slightly. 'It was his time to shine,' he thought as he pulled his sleeves up and crossed his arms. "I suppose after class?"

You nodded with a smile and gave him the details of what time the duel would be held before thanking him as you left.

Severus curtly nods at you, a welcome, I suppose, or more of a thank you. As soon as you left, he swiftly turned around and walked straight to his desk. Severus had a genuine smile plastered on his face, his thoughts running wild on how he could embarrass you infront of your students. He felt victorious even with his thoughts.

Some of his students saw this smile and were terrified by it. He's gone mad.

------ (Duel ends)

Severus was in disbelief. Shocked, totaled, bamboozled, whatever it is you name that depicts a man who just lost his wits AND WAND!

He stood there dumbfounded as you gripped his wand with your hand.

You hit him with a successful expelliarmus at what felt like 2 minutes of exchanging spells!

"Now, children, expelliarmus is a spell you do to take an opponent's wand. Using it wisely, along with other spells exchanged by me and Professor Snape, is one way to win a duel or to pass your OWLS and NEWTS," you exclaimed, walking towards Severus and handing him his wand.

You called out names of students to watch them duel. Severus walked down the duel table, his demeanor unchanged and cold, but his insides were in turmoil. He had just been defeated, infront of her and her students.

You patted his back, which made him even tad furious at how he just lost that duel. How good were you to be able to defeat him? Has he lost his talent in duelling? Is he perhaps aging too fast?

"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself, " you said as you watched your students duel.

He glared down at you, only his eyes moving as he scoffed. 'unbelievable,' he thought. He lost to a little midget like you.

He had to do something about this humiliation. With that, he scurried away from you and into the dungeons, preparing himself from the daily torment of the memory of losing from you.

-----(Your POV before he left)

Severus stood beside you as you two stepped down the duel table.

You had caught him at his most unexpected moment and effortlessly defeated him in the duel. You were a gifted dueller, after all.

As you watched your students duel, you looked up to see Severus with his usual cold demeanor. However, as you looked down at his hands, you could see how he gripped his hands. You smiled warmly at the thought of him even thinking about this moment more than once in the future.

"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself," you said as you watched your students duel. You hear him scoff at you before twirling dramatically around and leaving.

You smile at that, and as you hear the door close shut, you stop your student's duel and end the class for the day.

A few days have passed since your duel with Severus, and he has been avoiding you since then. You felt it since he was always following you around before, and it's not that you don't like it. You actually do.

You've liked him since the day you arrived; you've always had a thing for dark, dramatic, gothic men, and he was the spite image of that.

You've always tried to start a conversation with him, to which he either scoffs or replies a bit dryly. You don't blame him, that scar in his neck must've hurt.

As you walk the open hallways of Hogwarts, passing by and greeting students, you see his familiar silhouette. He was walking away from you a bit too fast for his normal phase. You smile at this and tried following him to where he was going.

-----(Back to Severus POV)

Severus has been dreaming about you. Silly encantation, you must have placed some sort of spell on him while in duel, he concluded to himself.

His dreams started with you kissing him on his lips at first to you straddling his lap. He'd wake up with beads of sweat all over his body despite the cold temperatures of the dungeons where his chamber was. There was a constant tent on his blanket too! He despised you even more when you've become an apparent dream of his.

It has been almost two months now since the duel. Severus has been avoiding you since, embarrassed from the duel and ashamed of the silly dreams he's been having. He can't believe he's been dreaming of you, LIKE THAT TOO?!

December 15, 2000. He decided to walk Hogwart's open corridors to get some breather. He had to do something with you, scold you for coming to his mind, his dreams, his nightmares, his... His everything.

He shook his head, no way. NO WAY he has feelings for you. NO WAY.

As he turned the corner and walked even faster, he sees you being greeted by students. His body tensing up, as he quickly eyes you head to toe.

It's been days since he last saw you, and you were as marvelous as you looked from the last. Your hair tied up in a messy bun, your golden robe over your dark blue wizard clothes beautifully insinuating your figure, and oh... Your smile. He hated that bright smile, but he blushed every time you gave him that smile.

He quickly turned around and swiftly walked away from you. Walked? He RAN.

He never felt like this, not even with Lily. He felt like a schoolgirl running away from the sight of their crush. Jeez, he really needed to man up sometimes.

"Professor Snape!" he heard you exclaim. He paused in his tracks. Shit.

He turns around to see you walking towards him, with that darn smile again.

"Professor," he mutters, trying to compose himself. Hopefully his not showing much emotions or blushing. His cheeks felt hot though, darn it.

"Would you like to go to Yule Ball with me?" you asked sweetly.

Severus was frozen. He never thought he'd ever be asked to go to Yule Ball. Not even as a professor.

He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "And why would I say yes to that?" his voice sultry and rough.

You smiled again, he's going to have a heart attack anytime soon, he could feel it.

"Well... You could always say no. I wouldn't mind asking Professor Fin-"

"Nonsense, you can never dance with such a tiny man. It'd be best if you dance with me, by practicality ofcourse" he grunts in a way that flowed out of his mouth.

You laughed, which made Severus's heart do cartwheels.

"That's settled then." as you turn around and leave.

Severus was yet again left in shock. Did he just agree to dance with you at the Yule Ball?

He slammed his palm to his forehead. Now he is just being your lap dog. He has no choice now but to actually dance with you.

The woman who defeated him in duel. The woman who took his spot in DADA. The woman from the east who Severus never met before. The woman... He currently has feelings for.

He smiles. Atleast he knows now why faith has kept him alive.

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Next>> Part 2 is released!!!! ^^

[sulkysnape]

How would Severus react to his s/o joining the Order?

How would Severus react to you joining the Order...

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You were weary about telling him in the first place. Severus' reactions to news was always up in the air. You thought back to the time you told him you wanted a cat, by bringing a cat home. He did not take that news very well. But the news this time wasn't lighthearted like adopting a new furry friend.

You took your time closing up your classroom for the day. Having dinner with Severus was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Lying was not your forte, and lying to Severus was even more difficult. You knew that you would crumble the second he asked you how your day was.

You had nothing left to do in your classroom, so you had no choice, but to make your journey to your shared chambers. You dragged your feet as you turned the corner to the hallway leading to your chambers. You clenched your fist with one hand as you turned the doorknob with the other. The door swung open and you were instantly hit with the scent of roasted chicken. Closing your eyes, you took in the scent.

After changing into your evening clothes, you walked into the kitchen. Severus was standing behind the counter preparing two plates of dinner. He greets you with a smile and a kiss on the forehead before setting the dinner plates on the dining table. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the table. You each relish the silence for a few moments, enjoying the first few bites of dinner.

Severus breaks the silence as you take another bite of food.

“How was your day, love?” He asks. 

You look up from your food and think for a few moments. You clear your throat before speaking.

“It was good.” You begin “We began talking about why muggle’s need electricity today… It was an amusing topic.”

You took another bite of chicken as you thought carefully about your next words. 

“There’s something else I've been wanting to speak to you about, dear.”

“Hm?” Severus’ eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been speaking with Minerva lately…” You took a deep breath “Things are getting scary again… and I think…” 

Severus let you speak. He’s always let you speak. You watched him take a drink of his wine as he let you collect your thoughts. 

“I’m joining the Order, Sev.” 

He swallowed roughly as he looked at you with a confused face. 

“The Order?”

Your breath hitched as you tried to read his expressions to understand how he was feeling. Severus stopped looking at you as millions of thoughts raced through his mind. 

“I’m not going to just stand back when things go to hell, Severus.”

“But do you not understand what position that could put me in, Y/N.”

You were aware of the possible danger that came with joining the Order. Your husband was doing his duty by helping Albus, so why couldn’t you do your part? 

“It’s not that I doubt your strength or your courage.” His hands grip his wine glass. 

The room is silent for a few moments. You watch as his eyes dart across the room as he thinks about what to say next. 

“I walk on shards of glass every day. If Voldemort suspects… If he even hints that my loyalties are divided–” 

“Do you doubt me, Severus?” You interrupt him sharply. 

Severus pauses, his expression changing to one of quick regret as he turns to you, his eyes softening. There’s a moment of silence as he chooses his words carefully. 

“No, Y/N. It’s not you I doubt. My fear… it isn’t of your loyalty or your capability. It’s the thought of you in harm’s way that I cannot bear.”

You search his face, trying to understand the depth of his concern. 

“Severus, I know the risks. But I cannot let fear dictate our actions. We do this together.”

You gripped onto his hand for reassurance. You understood that this decision would most likely have its consequences, but it was a choice you were willing to make. You watched Severus think through his thoughts before finally looking at you. 

Severus finally let out a sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders as he allowed a small, resigned smile to grace his lips– a rare and precious sight. 

“Somehow, you always manage to convince me,” he admits, his voice soft, laced with a mixture of admiration and affection. “Your determination… it’s impossible to argue against.”

He squeezed your hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the path you’ve chosen.  “Together, then.”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

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The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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Severus Snape Masterlist

[professorsnape394]

Day 10: Dream Come True

Pairing: Severus Snape x ex-student

Rating: 🥵 ?

Prompt: Dream

Summary: Severus reunites with an old student of his and she is determined to live out her teenage dream.

A/N: Loved writing this one!! Hope ya'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Warnings: ex-student and teacher hooking up.

Word Count: 3170

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus had always loathed Lucius Malfoy’s elaborate parties. He threw them multiple times a year, celebrating every possible occasion, and Severus almost always declined the invitation. While he would know most people in attendance, Snape wasn’t one to socialise and a party was his idea of literal hell. However, given that Lucius was the closest thing Severus had to a friend, he made a point to show face at one event each year; often staying for no longer than an hour or so and spending most of the time hauled up in the kitchen alone. Which is where he happened to find himself tonight.

Having already circulated the crowds earlier in the evening, Severus was simply buying time before he made his goodbyes and returned home to the peace of Spinner’s end. The drinks and food were set out on a banquet table in the drawing room of the manor, meaning he often had the kitchen entirely to himself to drink bottle after bottle of FireWhiskey alone.

This evening seemed to be following the same suit as usual, until his tranquillity was disturbed by the entrance of a familiar young woman and her absolutely foul mouth.

“Fucking disgusting shit. Who the fuck does he think I am. And why the hell is it blue?” She muttered to herself, staring deeply at the electric looking cocktail in her hand. She made a direct bee line for the sink and dumped the entire contents of her glass down the drain.

Severus couldn’t help but let out a small scoff of approval at the girl’s words. He, of course, recognised her from her time as a student at Hogwarts. Not only had he been the Head of her House, and Potion’s Master, he often found himself telling her off for her bad language at the risk losing points from the other professors. Severus himself didn’t mind it so much, in fact he found it rather amusing, which must explain why he was no where near as irritated as he usually would be by the disturbance.

“Professor Snape?”

The girl stopped in her tracks, eyeing the Potion’s Master appreciatively. Her tone had dropped to an almost sultry timbre.

Severus remembered now why he always seemed to be giving the girl into trouble. This particular young woman had not been nearly as discreet with her girlhood crush as she may have expected. It had been obvious to him that she acted out in his classes simply to get a rise out of him, and best-case scenario she would earn a detention, prolonging their time together. The latter Severus did not indulge, the last thing he needed was a hormonal teenager making heart eyes at him from across the classroom.

From the way she looked at him now, the young witch had yet to grow out of her school-girl crush. Feeling the effects of the sheet amount of alcohol he had consumed; Severus couldn’t resist raking his eyes over the woman’s figure in return. She was after all, no longer his student.  

While her bad habits still remained, her appearance had changed a lot in a few short years. Her hair was longer now, darker too; she wore it down as she always had, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall of obsidian waves. Her previously baby face had been replaced by much sharper features; high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, lips that sat in a permanent perfect pout, painted a deep shade of red that only enticed him further. The dress she wore, tight and black, displayed her curves from ever possible angle, the lowcut neckline drawing his eyes to the exposed swell of her breasts.

“Miss Y/L/N.” He stated simply, not allowing his voice to betray his less than appropriate thoughts.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips with each step.

It wasn’t lost on her that her old professor had just been checking her out, in fact she welcomed it. Since her crush on him first developed in her fifth year, she had long since dreamed of running into him again after she graduated. It pleased her to know that now they were reunited, he seemed to appreciate her just as much as she did him.

“I could say the same for you.” He raised a single eyebrow at her, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.

“Not sure why.” She shrugged, settling against the kitchen island opposite him. “I’ve been at every party this year. Draco keeps inviting me.”

“As his date?” The simple question drew a wide smile from Y/N.

Was Severus Snape jealous?

“I assume so. But if he keeps making me drinks that look like the result of a chemical reaction, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

Severus scoffed again, amused by her words.

Y/N watched as took a long sip of his whiskey, draining the remainder of his glass.

“What are you drinking?”

“FireWhiskey.” He said plainly.

“Mind if I join you?”

Severus glanced at the woman out the corner of his eye as she came to lean on the cabinet next time him.

“Be my guest. However, this is the last of this bottle.” He said, as he filled his glass. “I’m sure there’s more in the next room, if you feel like re-joining the party.”

“Not particularly.” She huffed, folding her arms over her chest only to further accentuate her breasts. “Draco’s been fallowing me around like a lost puppy all night, I could really use a break.”

“And if I asked you to leave?” He tested, pining her with a stern gaze.

“I’d say tough. You don’t own this space, I have just a much right to be here as you do.” She never had yielded to his dominance.

“Well then.” He outstretched his arm to her, offering up his renewed glass of whiskey. “You might as well enjoy yourself while you’re here.”

Y/N accepted with a smile and a wink. Severus remained stoic, attempting to seem unfazed by her gesture. Y/N always knew Severus would be a tough nut to crack if this day came. But after years of dealing with a pining Draco, she could use the challenge.

“Why are you hauled up in here anyway? Avoiding someone?”

“Everyone.”

Severus couldn’t peel his eyes away from her mouth as she drank form his glass, her crimson lips staining the rim of the crystal. He felt his pulse quicken when her tongue darted out to collect any remnants of the amber liquid from her lips.

“Everyone?” She looked at him inquisitively, returning the glass to him. “Then why come at all if all you’re going to do is hide away in here the whole night.”

“Lucius is a friend. The least I can do is show face, but beyond I have no interest in attending these infernal events. So, I simply wait it out in here until such time as it is appropriate to leave.”

“Does it never occur to you that had you to actually venture out into the crowds, you might meet someone to help pass the time. A woman perhaps?”

Severus laughed into his glass, being careful to avoid the spot her mouth had just been. He knew this was her way of testing him, unfortunately he couldn’t help but fall for her bait; hook, line and sinker.

“I have no interest in any of the woman beyond that door.” His eyes finally met hers, their intense gazes boring into one another. A challenge to make the first move.  

“What about those within this room, professor.” Y/N dared to venture.

That final word shook Severus back to reality; the sudden realisation that he was entering dangerous territory with a former student had him eager to make a swift exit.

“I think that may be my queue to go.” He set his now empty glass back on the counter.

“Wait. Stay for one more.” She pleaded, gripping his bicep in one last desperate attempt. It worked, Severus hesitated at her touch.

“It may have escaped your notice, Miss Y/L/N, but not only is the bottle finished, but so too is my glass. There is no ‘one more’.”

“I know where Lucius keeps his private stash. Draco and I would break into it all the time when we were younger.”

Despite his brain telling him it was time to go, Snape couldn’t resist the appeal of the young woman in front of him; her doe like eyes begging him to stay. It was obvious she was just as enticed by him as he was of her. And the fact remained; she was no longer his student. Still, it seemed wrong somehow.

“That would explain all those parties in the Slytherin common room I was forced to disband.” Severus raised a questioning brow.

“Guilty.” She smirked.

“You know those were the bane of my life. Dealing with drunk and hungover underage students wasn’t exactly how I planned to spend my weekends.”

“Just be grateful I was smart enough to avoid you, I can be quite the handful when I’m drunk.”

Severus didn’t know when she had gotten close to him again, but he wasn’t opposed to the way her hand rested on his chest as she fidgeted with the button of his robes.

“Show me.” He swallowed, nodding down to her.

Y/N led Severus through a door in the kitchen, to a wine cellar in the basement. In the corner of the room stood a solitary shelf of finely-aged whiskey, worth more than two teenagers could have even comprehended.

Snape watched on as the woman struggled to reach the top shelf where the best whiskey was kept. He made no attempt to look away when the hem of her dress began to slowly rise over the curve of her ass. He no longer felt so guilty checking her out down here in the dark.

“Clever girl.” Severus purred when Y/N handed him a dusty bottle for him to inspect. “These are what you stole?”

Y/N bit her lip and looked down guiltily.

“I don’t think we realised how expensive they were at the time. We just wanted to have a bit of fun.”

“Mmm. You always were trouble.” He eyed her once more.

“Still am.” She winked again.

Y/N led Severus back to the kitchen, leaving no trace of them behind besides the empty space on he shelf she had no intention of filling.

Despite the kitchen being full of glass and crystal ware, Severus opted to pour another singular glass for the two of them to share.

Y/N watched on fervently as Severus brought the glass to his lips, this time placing his mouth directly over where her lips had been. God, how she wished to know what his lips felt like on her, what he tasted like.

“Good?” She continued to look up at him, practically drooling now.

“Delicious.”

Y/N watched in awe as her ex-professor absent-mindedly run his tongue along a small part of the glass.

Without thought, Y/N brought a thumb to his mouth, brushing the pad gently across his bottom lip.

“Lipstick.” She explained. “Can’t have you leaving here looking like that, people will talk.”

“And what, exactly, will people say.” Severus closer to the young witch, his inhibitions slowly fading which each gulp of alcohol.

“They’d think you were with a woman.” She started, her voice now barely a whisper. “Of course, they wouldn’t know who at first. But seeing that colour on your lips, they’d begin to speculate. And when they saw me follow you out of here… We’ll they’d put two and two together, and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.”

“What sort of conclusions?” He passed the whiskey to her, allowing him to move closer still, their bodies close enough to touch.

“All kinds of things. The most obvious being that we kissed, but their minds wouldn’t stop there. Two people, alone in the kitchen at a party, we could have been up to anything in here.” With every word she spoke she drew Severus in closer, her lips calling to him like a siren to a sailor. “They’d assume we kissed. Maybe, we made out. But ultimately, they’re going to think we had sex. A teacher and his ex-student. How scandalous. There would be rumours about us; what we did in here. They’d say I seduced you with my body. They’d say you got me drunk. They’d say we fucked right here in the Malfoy’s kitchen, all while Draco searched the party for his supposed date.”

The mention of Draco began to boil Severus’ blood, he wasn’t oblivious to how close the pair were and he knew, if given the chance, Draco would have Y/N for his own. He wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Then let’s give them a reason to talk.” Severus stated firmly.

With his permission, Y/N threw herself at Severus. Her lips crashing to his hungrily. Like a starving hyena finally eating after being denied it’s prey for so long.

Practically throwing the whiskey glass aside, Y/N wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, pulling her body closer to his. Severus felt his way around her; one hand coming to rest on the side of her face, the other gripping her rear possessively. The two became deaf to the world around them. Passion taking over as they devoured the other breathlessly.

Letting himself get carried away in the moment, it never occurred to Severus to move to a less public location. All sense of propriety gone with the taste of her lips.

Gripping her by her thighs, Severus lifted Y/N onto one of the kitchen cabinets, positioning himself between her open legs. Feeling the hardness of his cock at her core, Y/N let out a strangled moan.

Severus broke for breath, kissing his way down her exposed neck and chest, occasionally nipping at her pale white skin. Seconds before Snape was about to rip off the woman’s dress and fuck her in the middle of the kitchen island, footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached.

“Have you checked the kitchen, Draco? She can’t have gone far.”

“Not yet father, I’m just about to look.”

“Shit.”

“Fuck.” The pair swore in unison.

Y/N quickly jumped from her spot on the counter, making sure to right any clothing that may have gone awry. Severus let out a frustrated snarl at being torn away from Y/N.

“I’m going to kill that di-“

“Y/N?” Draco called out upon entering the room.

Neither Snape nor Y/N made an attempt to move away from the other.

“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Sorry Draco.” Y/N replied through gritted teeth. “I ran into Professor Snape. We we’re just catching up.”

“I see.” The younger Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. “My father is about to make an announcement,  he wants everyone to gather in the drawing room.”

“Of course.” She smiled falsely, making to meet Draco by the door.

“Here.” Severus stopped her, clenching his jaw and handing over the almost full glass of whiskey. “You’ll need it.”

“Thank you.” She grinned, lingering when his hand brushed against hers.

The three of them exited the kitchen and made their way through the manor; Severus taking a different route from the others, letting himself get lost in the crowd.

As soon as he was out of her sight, Y/N started to panic that she had missed her shot at the one thing she had been dreaming about since she was 15 years old. Draco had interrupted what was easily the hottest make out session of her life and now there seemed to be no chance of her and Snape actually finishing what they had started.

“What were you and Snape doing in the kitchen for so long?” Draco finally broke the awkward silence that had developed.

“Hmm. Oh, we we’re just having a drink together and chatted about all those times you and I pissed him off with our parties in the common room.”

“What are you drinking? What happened to the one I gave you?” He didn’t even seem to be listening to a word she was saying.

“Erm… I finished it. Sev- Snape poured me a glass of his whiskey.”

“That’s unusually kind of him.” Draco’s intense stare burned a hole in the side of her face.

“I suppose.” She shrugged. “I guess he just likes me.”

Draco didn’t get the chance to object before his father’s voice echoed through the room.

Zoning out after Lucius thanked everyone for coming, Y/N immediately began scanning the crowd for her beloved professor.

Having no luck even after the party commenced, Y/N downed the remains of her drink and followed Draco as he led her into the hall for a more private conversation. Backing her against the wall, Y/N had no way to escape the agony she was about to endure, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.

“Y/N.” He began with a deep breath. “As you know, we’ve been best friends since our first day at Hogwarts. Our families have been intwined since before either of us were even born. We’ve had our fair share of fun together; both as friends and otherwise.” He hinted towards the few drunken nights where they had casually hooked up. It had meant nothing to Y/N, clearly Draco did not feel the same way.

“This year I have felt our relationship has evolved past friendship, and I think it may be time we take the next step. I like you, Y/N. I want you to become my girlfriend, officially.”

“Draco…” She sighed. They had been over this before, she wasn’t interested in being anything other than friends, he just couldn’t take the hint.  

Before she had a chance to break the bad news to him a shadow fell over the pair; Severus Snape towered behind Draco, slapping a large hand on his suited shoulder.

“I’m afraid, Mr Malfoy, I do not believe Y/N is interested in pursuing a relationship with you.”

“Professor Snape.” Draco puffed his chest out, trying hard to hide the look of intimidation evident on his face. “With all due respect I don’t think this has anything to do with you.”

Severus moved the boy aside with ease, positioning himself between his two former students.

“I suggest you leave now, Malfoy, before your feelings get hurt.”

Severus did not warn him again. Instead, he took the opportunity to take Y/N in his arms and pick up exactly where they left off.

“Oh, thank god.” Y/N gasped, clutching at him desperately.

Just as passionately as before, Y/N captured Severus’ mouth with her own, pulling him in by his robes until their bodies were backed up against the wall.

“Want to get out of here?” Severus mumbled against her mouth.

“Fuck yes.”

Ignoring a dumbfounded Draco, the Potions Master and his former student made their way out of Malfoy Manor unable to keep their hands off one another.

Y/N’s dream was finally about to come true.

[taraprince]

dreamy☁️

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a/n : this is part 2 of fumes, SORRYYYY FOR TAKING SO LONG i only get a burst of motivation like once a month. alsooo THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE?? over 600 notes is crayyy <33 i apologize in advance for 1. if this doesn’t match the storyline exactly, i literally cannot bring myself to read my own work so i might have forgotten some things and 2. if my smut is absolutely treacherous I WARNED YOU

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you woke up groggily, feeling more comfortable and refreshed than you usually did, which wasn’t saying a whole lot considering half the time you napped on your desk and woke up to half your face covered in ink.

it took a minute to regain your senses, your eyes heavy and wandering the familiar room of the potion masters private chambers. your heart skipped a little as the memories of last night crept back into your mind.

the way his tongue felt.. you wanted, no, needed more.

you shifted slightly, suddenly aware of the large arms snaked around your waste. you blushed slightly as you tried to turn around and see him, but severus’ grip just tightened, making you immobile.

“sev…” your morning voice was gravelly, making you instantly flush with slight embarrassment.

you heard him take a deep breathe through his nose before answering. “good morning miss y/n.”

oh my fucking god.

hearing his morning voice made you lose all your remaining self respect. you inhaled sharply as you felt your heart do yet another skip, before dropping down to your cunt. you tensed slightly, beginning to notice the pool forming in your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing besides a large tshirt severus had lended you.

as if reflex, you wiggled around in his arms trying to make your embarrassingly wet cunt less apparent. you didn’t want to pressure him into doing anything if he wasn’t ready yet.

he hummed softly, loosening his grip on your waist. you turned around to face him, taking in his appearance immediately. his disheveled hair sat perfectly, and his face was pink and slightly puffy from just waking up. his lips were soft and pink, looking more plush than usual. your heart rate quickened slightly as you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only feeding into your inner starvation.

you instinctively rubbed and squeezed your thighs together slightly, gathering the nerve to look him in the eye. as if he could hear your thoughts, he brought a hand up to your chin and brought your face closer to his, lips brushing just enough to tickle.

“i’m afraid we didn’t get to finish what we started last night..” he purred softly, almost a whisper. you inhale sharply, suddenly becoming aware of the poking feeling on your inner thigh.

“yes i suppose so..” you say, closing your eyes cringing slightly. you open your mouth to speak again, but cut yourself off, almost embarrassed to speak your thoughts. severus noticed this, of course.

“you can tell me anything, i promise you can trust me” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, taking time to caress your cheek lovingly. you melted under his touch, living a fantasy. you almost forgot to respond, enjoying the comfort of his touch a bit too intensely.

“right.. um, well it’s just that- last night- i’m-“ you blushed, trying to find the right words as you squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, not liking how he never took his eyes off of you as you spoke.

“we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t wish to, i understand” he said cooly, and for a moment you thought you could see his face drop into one of disappointment, but he never was one to show much emotion for very long.

“no!!” you say, bringing your hands up to his shoulders for comfort and stability, to show him you were really in the moment i guess. “that’s.. that’s what i was trying to say. well- just that if you weren’t comfortable then- if you didn’t want to do anything-“

he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you thought you could almost feel a smile forming on his lips as they fit perfectly against your own. they moved in unison, like they were made for each other. you inhaled through your nose, sighing slightly and wrapping your arms the rest of the way around his shoulders.

after a few moments he pulled away, hand brushing through your hair as his eyes admired every bit of your face. traveling from your lips to your rosy cheeks, from your hair to your dazzling eyes. he too, was seemingly lost in the moment, not sure of what to say.

but sometimes it’s for the better that way, not having words to express yourself. words weren’t needed anymore, and not like anyone would’ve asked but if they did you would have confessed that you’d much rather give up words for just one more moment like this with him.

you silently made eye contact with him, both not wanting to break the silence or ruin the mood you had going. time seemed to sit still for ages until you finally felt his arms snake around your waist once more, this time pulling you with him as he flipped onto his back, resting you on top of him.

you blushed and stabilized yourself on his shoulders again, trying to keep your eyes to yourself but sneakily peeking at his body anyways.

he wasn’t very muscular, but his frame was thin and almost broad. his shoulders were wide and his torso looked as if it barely had enough skin to cover the lanky area. he was awfully pale, almost vampire-ish as you could see his veins through his light skin, traveling down his body. you brought your eyes back up to his, really taking the time to appreciate every crinkle and line on his face as he smiled softly up at you.

the silence remained as you took in a sharp breath and crashed your lips down onto his again. he let out a small sound of surprise but quickly took control despite being below you.

fingers intertwined in each others hair and tongues dancing with one anothers, it became apparent that both of you needed the same thing, and you wanted it as soon as you could get it.

pulling away again, you quickly bring your hands down to his boxers, palming at his obvious arousal and wetting your lips slightly. he groaned, hands finding yours and holding them.

“take them off” he shattered the silence with a careful whisper, sending shivers down your spine as he guided your hands with his to the waistband of his boxers.

you tugged them down just enough for his glazed cock to spring out, aching and begging for you to touch it. he grunted and shimmied his underwear the rest of the way off, discarding them on the floor.

he was already breathing heavily as your hands lightly brushed over his throbbing erection. you smirked slightly, looking down at him as you finally wrapped your whole hand around his girth.

“severus, surely you can’t be this aroused already?” you tease, flicking your finger over the head and feeling the precum gush out.

he sucked in a breathe, trying his best to look indifferent. “clearly i am, ms. y/n, so there’s no reason to be asking a question as silly as that” his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, resting your bottom half just below his arousal.

getting the memo, you peeled your now soaked panties off and discarded them with his boxers on the floor, now leaving you in just his shirt, but you didn’t bother taking it off; the need to have him inside you right this very minute was too strong.

you shimmy yourself up so your positioned perfectly above his cock. you look down at him, making sure he was ready. before you could sink yourself down his hands gripped your sides and brought you down onto him, remaining in control still.

you moan loudly, taking in his length as it stretched you slightly, the feeling stinging and fulfilling. he groaned and sucked in a breathe through gritted teeth as his dick was clenched inside your warmness, immediately coated in your slick arousal.

you lay on his chest, taking in deep breathes of his scent as he brings yours hips back up, then back down onto him again. you both let out sounds of ecstasy and relief, finally getting the release you needed for so long.

yes, it was just last night you had made a move with each other but the sexual tension had been apparent for quite some time, yet neither of you knew the other felt it as well. now it was obvious you both felt it before as he continued to lift your hips up and bring them back down onto him, whispering little praises that he wasn’t even sure you’d be able to hear.

you felt his body tremble beneath you, and soon enough yours began to do the same. the way his hips jerked up to meet yours as they came down hit that spot inside of you just right, causing you to groan loudly and sink your nails into his torso.

he shuddered as sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the crisp chill of the dungeons, his movements becoming more rapid like he was chasing after something, desperately reaching out for release.

you moan loudly, bouncing on his dick and feeling wave after wave of ecstasy rush through your body, building up and causing a tight knot to form in your lower abdomen.

you shiver and shakily moan “s-severus i’m-“ but he just shushed you, groaning as you tightened around him.

you gasp loudly, nails scratching and clawing at his chest and your body arching up as you release all the pent up sex you had felt, your orgasm washing over you and taking you whole. you breathe heavily and shakily, collapsing on his chest in a cold sweat as he continued to chase his own orgasm, not slowing down his ravishing pace, bringing you up then down, up then down, up then down again until he suddenly groaned, releasing the sexiest sound you think you’d ever heard as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, holding you down as his own orgasm took over him.

you clenched around him as he painted your walls white, releasing everything inside you, not pulling out yet even when everything was settled down. he waited for his breathing to steady once again before lifting you back up and off of him.

there was a loud sucking noise as he pulled you off of him, both of your sexes tired and spent.

once again it felt like words weren’t needed, as if to speak meant to shatter the fragile air around you.

his large, cold arms snaked around you once again, holding you on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair.

“sever-“ you began, but he just shushed you, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. he was peculiar that way, you guessed.but nonetheless you enjoyed the silence, even if it meant the exchange between the two of you may never be brought up again, perhaps it was for the better.

but you didn’t give it a second thought, instead drifting back to sleep on his chest and in his arms, the cold air around you seeming scorching on your skin as your mind wandered to other things, eventually becoming unconscious and calm, leaving room for nothing but contentment to fill either of your body’s.

perhaps when you wake up again you’d find that history tends to repeat itself, but one can only hope.

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can you tell i don’t know how to write dialogue LMAOO anywayyssss thank you for reading!!!!! finally out of my drafts

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