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I'll Fold Like the Makahiya Leaves (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

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✨NSFW [Mention/Scene of cheating (Not Tommy), p n v, Unprotected (Wrap it before you Tap it *wink), Oral (both), Language], Thomas "gentleman" Shelby, You one rich bish (Daughter of a duke), and mention of death✨

🐧Hello!!!~ I have exams so I tried finishing this before I can go study my ars off. Also got 8 vaccinations in one go :"D so if you don't hear from me after this month I'm dead XD HAHAAHA Kidding I wont die... becuase I have more than one personality in me >:D. Also this may be a BIT long :”D BUT its a lovely story I swear :”3 sorry heh… for those who don't know what Makahiya Leaf (Humble Plant) is... Its this🐧

Anyways :3 have fun reading ^^

-----(Before the War, City of Bermingham)

The streets of Birmingham always seemed to move a little slower when you passed through. You’d see the familiar faces, offering them polite smiles and small nods from your carriage window, though your mind was always somewhere else. Your father taught you well—manners, grace, independence—but you never felt quite like the lady everyone saw.

Your father, the Duke, made sure to hire the best-of-bests to teach you everything, Literature, Combat, and Cooking. You were the best at everything as well, although your preferred cooking to which your father gifted you a restaurant of your own on your eighteenth birthday (which you managed perfectly).

At times like this when you'd be looking out the window, you’d often catch sight of Thomas Shelby, the man you secretly adored from afar, standing near his betting shop. His eyes would meet yours for the briefest of moments before he nodded in acknowledgement. It was strange, the way your lives always seemed to brush against each other but never really connected. Your father knew the Shelbys, business of course, but his feelings toward them were mixed. He respected Thomas’s sharp mind, but he didn’t want you getting too close to a man from a family like that. Especially since you were the only thing his wife left him after passing away, he was not risking it.

Not that it mattered at the time. You were, after all, engaged to Billy Kimber, a man of status, a man your father approved of.

"You have arrived Miss" your driver shouted from the outside as your footman opened the door.

"Thank you, Mister" as you jumped out of the carriage to your fiance's house.

You planned to surprise him by visiting him. Bringing along with you the pasta you cooked especially for him. With a small smile, you went forward not knowing that this was where your life would fall apart. Going in you'd see a mess was made in the living room, the maids looked at you a worry as if they warned you not to go upstairs. You slowly go up to see clothes scattered around the staircase and panic ensues in your mind. Finding his room, you slowly open the door a little to only discover Billy entangled with a woman—with your closest friend, no less. The betrayal cut deep, and you didn’t know what to do with the pain. You slowly closed the door as you went downstairs. Billy's groans and your friend imprinted on your mind like torture, you gave one of the maids the pasta and left.

-----

Calling off the wedding, your father cut all connections with Billy. Highly disappointed with his actions as he comforted you. You cried all week, eyes swollen in tears as you curled up to your knees on your bed. You just loved him too much it hurt.

After weeks of torture and isolating yourself. You hear from the maids that a war was in the midst. A sudden idea comes to your mind, as you ran to your father's office. The pain and torture of the memory bruising your kind heart, bringing you to a decision that only made sense at the time—you volunteered for the war effort, not as a soldier, but in a position that still gave you purpose: a culinary officer overseeing the mess halls (an Admin is what your father pushes you to do, but he made his connections make sure you cook too becuase your were very adamant about it).

Your father had connections in the war. Giving you that choice to be in war but not on the field, but still do the thing you loved the most. You buried your heartbreak in the work, letting the chaos of war drown out the memories.

-----(During the War, Meeting Thomas Shelby)

The clang of pots, the smell of food cooking, and the steady rhythm of military life became your new normal. You found comfort in the kitchen, in the work. It was easier to focus on meal preparations, and managing the chefs and budgets than to think about everything else you’d lost. Over time, the carefree, kind girl you used to be slipped away. You became mature, more efficient, and more respected. But there was still a part of you that missed who you had been.

As the day passed by, normal as it may be, you supervised the mess hall as the staff served soldier after soldier. As you passed by the back to oversee the service, a loud bang shattered across the room.

"Danny! Calm down!" A man with blue eyes exclaimed as he tried to pin the bigger man down he flipped all the tables and screamed which echoed through the halls.

You ran out the back of the kitchen and helped the other man, successfully pinning him down to the floor.

"You're alright! Danny!," you spoke in a calm tone to Dannys' ears as he continued heaving. You patted his back and talked him out of his oblivion.

"Wars outside Danny, you're in the mess hall, you're safe here," you whispered as his breathing slowly normalized.

The man with blue eyes looked over you in suprise, as he lifted Danny off the floor who was now apologizing. You said it was alright as you commanded the staff to clean his mess. You knew what the war did to people and this was almost an everyday occurrence in the mess hall.

As nurses escorted Danny out of the mess hall, the man with blue eyes approached you and spoke, "Sorry bout that, Ms. Y/L."

You then turned around to look at him and were surprised to see Thomas Shelby, how could you have missed that? "Mr. Shelby? You serve in the war?" was the only thought in your mind as he stared at you with his icy blue eyes. He nodded, "and you... manage the mess hall," he said with a small smile, you nodded.

This was the only time you two conversed fully, You've always wondered how'd he sound like, your father never really wanted you to approach him so he usually just greets you by tapping his hat and that's that.

However, after this day, Thomas Shelby started appearing in the kitchen almost every day. At first, it was just a glance as he passed by, greeting you as he walked by with his brothers who were smiling at you. But soon, he was offering his help—carrying supplies and staying after meals to clean up. You didn’t question it at first (since every other soldier would do the same, even his brothers), his presence was different, warm to be exact despite this cold war going on. You’d exchange a few words, small talk about the war, but nothing too personal. Yet, there was a quiet understanding between you. You both knew what it was like to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and soon conversations ran deeper. To you explaining about your mother's passing, to him exchanging the information on how his father left their mother. It felt really warm having him at this times.

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One evening, as you finished overseeing the evening’s meal preparations, you felt him watching you again. You kept your eyes on the work, your hands steady as you diced vegetables. “You’ve got a habit of being in places you don’t belong,” you remarked, not looking up but knowing he was there.

“And you’ve got a habit of working to the bone, love.” he replied, his voice low but teasing.

You finally looked at him, meeting his eyes. “It’s better than thinking about what’s out there.” you placed the knife down and sat on the edge of the desk.

Thomas nodded, his gaze softening. “I could say the same.” approaching you as he took another pair of knives out, "Mind if I help?" he picked up a potato as he looked at you waiting for your permission.

You shook your head and smiled at him before taking the potato out of his hand, "It's alright, I don't want you hurting yourself like last time." Pointing at his injured fingers.

He chuckles as he places his hands deep in his pocket. "I'll just accompany you then," as he leaned on the desk watching you skillfully slice the vegetables, he was in awe at how your delicate hands seemed so soft even after so long.

He stood there in silence for a while, and then, Arthur and John stepped in, laughter spilling from their lips as they approached.

“Look who it is ey?! The lady chef! Our dear Ms. Y/L” John called out, a teasing lilt in his voice, as he held your hand and kissed it softly. “You’ll be cooking for our wedding feast soon!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’ll have to find someone to marry first, John.”

Arthur chimed in, grinning widely. “I’m sure if you keep cooking like this, y/n, you’ll have all the men lining up for you.” his strong accent apparent as he spoke.

“Better watch out, Tommy,” Arthur said, glancing back at Thomas with a smirk. “I think you might have competition.” pointing his chin out the window with other men peeping at her. They then quickly hid as Arthur pointed at them, like mice seeing a big scary cat.

You caught Thomas's eye for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused (annoyed?). “I think you’re the one who should be worried,” he replied dryly, nodding in your direction. “With her cooking, she’ll have any man she wants.” as he looked down, definitely not liking the attention you're getting from other men.

John leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eye. “How about we place a little wager, then ey? I bet you’ll fall for her before the war’s over.”

“What? Me?” Thomas replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You’re fucking out of your mind.” chuckling a bit nervously.

“Oh, come on!” John insisted, nudging Thomas playfully. “I’ll bet you a fiver you'll be chasing for her soon. She’s got that way about her, you know?” winking at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “I doubt Thomas would ever fold for someone like me," chuckling before contintuing, "but I'm in.” patting the bag of coins in your dress pocket.

Arthur smiled, leaning against the counter with an exaggerated sigh. “What do you say, Tommy?” John pressed, his excitement growing. “Ten Quids? Just for fun.”

Thomas rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “I’m n't part of this ridiculous bet. I have better things to do.”

“Yeah, like how to not smile at our lovely chef here,” John joked, causing you to blush slightly as you shook your head.

Thomas pushed his brother out, apologising to you, as the two brothers walked walked away, you felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement. The Shelby brothers were relentless, but there was something warm and comforting about their banter. It reminded you of the camaraderie you had lost.

You looked back at Thomas, who seemed to have softened a bit, as he walked towards you once again. “Don’t let them get to you,” you said, attempting to lighten the mood. “They tease because they care.”

He shrugged a flicker of appreciation in his gaze. “They’re n't wrong, though. You've got talent keeping us lot well-fed.” staring at the men outside the window as they ran away. You laughed at that.

“Only as long as you’re not causing too much trouble outside,” you replied, the smile breaking through his cold exterior.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, and you felt something shift in the air, but you were still worlds apart, separated by unspoken words and hidden emotions.

-----

As days passed, Thomas was asked to serve on the field again, but just before he left for the front lines, he did something you didn’t expect.

As he walked through the back kitchen with his hat in hand, he looked at you with concern, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t usually say things like this,” he began. “But I’ve had my eye on you long before this war.”

Your heart dropped. You didn't expect that Thomas Michael Shelby would have rendered feelings for you. However, you were not ready, not yet, not after the heartbreak you’d been through. “Tommy, I…” you stuttered, fidgeting your fingers behind as you looked him straight in the eye. Tears almost flow to your eyes.

“I know,” he interrupted gently. “I know about what happened with Billy.” As he walked towards you, closing the remaining distance, but making sure there was still space for comfort.

The mention of Billy made your chest tighten, and you looked away. “I'm sorry Tommy, I can’t, not yet. Not after everything…”

He nodded, walking forward a bit more as he kept his eyes on you. “I understand.” As he placed his warm lips on your forehead as you inhaled. You kept your eyes closed as you heard his footsteps go further, opening only when you heard it no more and with that, he was gone.

You sighed as you scolded your heart for not taking such a kind man in your life, but you were hurt, your heart still had that scar. Inhaling the crisp air of the kitchen, trying not to break down and cry, you turned and continued cooking. Thoughts spiralling through your mind.

-----

You exchanged letters after that, brief notes of friendship and support, what you both needed at the time. However, one day, you received a different letter. You opened it knowing it was from your father, Colored crimson red just like how your father loved, you opened it with delight.

Dear Ms. Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, despite the circumstances surrounding it. It is with profound sadness that I must inform you of your father’s passing. The Duke departed this life earlier this week, leaving behind a legacy that has touched many.

In light of these events, it is imperative that you return home immediately. There are important matters to discuss regarding the estate and your father’s wishes, and I believe it is crucial for you to be present for these conversations.

Please take the necessary steps to join us as soon as possible. Your presence is vital.

Yours sincerely,

Lord Benedict Hargrove

Solicitor to the Duke’s Estate

Tears balled down your cheeks.

You were alone now, you thought. Without your father's power you were now a nobody. This was the least of your care to he honest, you wanted to go home for one last time.

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With this, you were excused from your duties to attend the succession meeting with your father's connecting family (people you've never met). Leaving the war to go home.

Your father left you a hefty sum of money (possibly all his wealth) and the business he gifted you on your eighteenth birthday. Your relatives scoffed at you for this as they only got material things he owned (which also caused so much). Greedy people, you thought, they never even visited your father before he died and now they're here taking his money. The title was not given to you though, it was given to your male cousin (who was only thirteen). That was fine, you didn't even need the money from him because you had your own, you needed him but that was impossible even with all the money in the world.

-----(After war)

As the dust of war settled and the world slowly began to stitch itself back together, you found yourself in a position you had never anticipated. With the title of Duke passing to your younger cousin, you embraced your independence, leaning into the fortune your father had left you. Your father’s birthday restaurant—your pride and joy—became a symbol of resilience, not only for you but for the entire community.

Determined to build a legacy that would make your father proud, you transformed the establishment into a hub for soldiers returning home, providing meals and solace after the chaos of war. Word spread quickly about the new culinary wonder in Birmingham, and soon your name became synonymous with quality and innovation in the restaurant business. You took risks, introducing bold flavours and dishes that spoke of both tradition and your flair, quickly gaining a loyal clientele that appreciated your artistry.

In a time when women were often relegated to the shadows of men, you stood firm, a woman at the helm of your empire. Your determination and skill earned you respect, not just among the patrons but also from your peers in the industry. You refused to be overshadowed by the legacy of your father or the titles of your male relatives. Instead, you carved your path, proving that you were more than capable of handling the business and the challenges it brought.

Despite the accolades and success, a part of you felt incomplete. You often found yourself gazing out the window of your restaurant, lost in thought, wondering where Tommy went, it has been a year since his last letter. His absence weighed heavily on you, each passing day filled with uncertainty. Did he think of you? Did he know about your father’s passing? Is he... alive? Questions lingered, unanswered, like shadows at the edges of your heart.

-----

The pub was quieter than usual that evening. You stood behind the bar, wiping down a glass as your mind drifted. Life after the war had changed you. You had returned to Birmingham, but you weren’t the same woman who had left. The kindness, the sweetness—you didn’t let it show anymore. People respected you, maybe even feared you, but they didn’t know you. Not anymore.

You bought a pub close to the Shelby business (Sold to you at a lower price due to your name being famous in Bermingham). You didn’t buy it for any sentimental reason. You didn’t expect to ever see Thomas again (although your heart strings it). You convinced yourself he was gone, just like so many others who never returned.

And then, the door creaked open.

At first, you didn’t look up. You were too busy with your thoughts, too used to the routine of tending the bar. But when the room fell silent and some men left, you felt it—a shift in the air. Slowly, you raised your head, and there he was. Thomas Shelby, alive and standing in the doorway, looking very much like a ghost from your past.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just stared, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Tom-Tommy? Y-You’re alive,” you finally whispered, the words catching in your throat.

“I am,” Thomas replied, his voice calm but heavy with something you couldn’t quite name. Guilt, maybe. Regret. “I’m sorry for disappearing…” as he slowly approached you, hands squeezing his Garrison cap.

“Sorry?” You set the glass down with a thud, your hands trembling. “I thought you were dead, Thomas! For a whole year, I thought—” You stopped, choking on your own words. “Why didn’t you come back? Write a letter or something???”

Thomas stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I didn’t know how. After everything, I wasn’t sure…”

His words broke something inside you. All the emotions you’d been holding back came rushing to the surface, and before you knew it, you were crying—crying. “You left me!” you screamed, the words torn from deep within you. “You left me for months!” as you backed off the counter and flaunted to the cabinet wall.

Without a word, Thomas walks into the bar closing the distance between you, pulling you into his arms (Your customers leaving). You tried to push him away at first, beating your fists against his chest, but he held you tighter, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here now… I’m here.”

You collapsed into him, letting the tears come as he held you close. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that he was here, and you weren’t alone anymore.

-----(Everyone left the pub, leaving you and Tommy)

Later that night, you sat at a small table in the corner of the pub, the firelight flickering around you. The warmth from the hearth contrasted sharply with the coldness you had felt all year. You and Thomas exchanged glances, words unspoken hanging heavy in the air between you.

He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair, the weight of unvoiced confessions lingering between you. “You’re different,” he said finally, his gaze intense. “Stronger. I admire that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, the compliment washing over you. “I had to be,” you replied softly. “After everything…”

The room fell silent again, and you felt the vulnerability creeping in. “I thought you’d forgotten about me,” you admitted, unable to meet his eyes. “After you disappeared, I thought—”

“I could never forget you,” he said, his tone firm. “Not a single day passed without you on my mind. I tried to shove it away, but the thought of you being hurt… it haunted me, it did.”

His confession hung between you like a delicate thread, fragile yet binding. Your heart raced as you met his gaze, the spark of something familiar igniting between you. “and yet you left, but I understand now,” you said, the emotion spilling over (he explained that he had to be admitted to the hospital after receiving a life-threatening wound, putting him in a coma for months and weak for the rest. A reasonable reason for you to forgive him like lightning). “Although, I thought I could never forgive you.” sighing in relief.

“And now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a smile slowly tugging his lips.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything you’d been through. “I-I missed you. Admittedly.” before pausing to look at him. "I missed you, most ardently,"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Then marry me.”

You blinked, sure you hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?”

“Marry me,” Thomas repeated, more sure this time. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” as he stands to walk closer to you.

You stared at him, your heart pounding. You had imagined this moment in so many ways, but not like this. You stood up with him as you looked into his eyes, and realized that you didn’t need time. You had known my answer all along.

“Yes,” You whispered, voice barely audible. “I’ll marry you, but you promise this time? No disappearing?”

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes shining with sincerity. “I promise. No more running. I’ll fight for you.”

As he placed his hand on your waist with a knowing smile plastered on his face he grinned, pure happiness lighting up his face as he embraced you, lifting you off your feet in a whirlwind of joy. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in Birmingham,” he promised, his voice warm against your ear.

As he set you back down, breaths heaving from the joy you both shared, he placed his left hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. With his icy blue eyes locked onto your lips, he whispered, “May I?”

You nodded, but instead of waiting for him to make the first move, you pulled him closer by his collar, kissing him softly. The deep groan that escaped him sent a thrill through you as he tightened his grip around your waist with his right hand, while his left hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the connection.

The kiss was tender yet electric, answering the questions that had lingered in your mind for so long. He missed you, loved you, and that was all you needed. You pressed your forehead against his, feeling the warmth radiating between you.

With a surge of emotion, you kissed him again, this time more passionately, as if trying to pour all the lost time and unspoken words into that moment. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, tangled in each other’s arms, lost in a whirlwind of feelings that had been building for far too long.

------

He groaned, and you held onto his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. Good thing the pub was closed because, within moments, you found yourselves on the floor, completely lost in each other, breathless and exposed.

“Fuck, you feel so good, dear,” he moaned, his voice rough and filled with desire as he began to thrust in and out of you. His movements were slow yet deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, each thrust eliciting heavy moans from your lips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, craving more of him. Every inch of your body pressed together ignited a fire within you, each thrust igniting a deeper longing. His hands explored your curves, fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you met each thrust with your own rhythm.

“Thomas,” you gasped, your head thrown back as the pleasure built, eyes meeting his fiery gaze. There was something primal in his expression, a raw need that matched your own.

He captured your lips again, the kiss becoming a desperate dance of tongues and breaths, a promise of everything you both wanted. With each thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, your body responding to his every move as if it were a well-rehearsed melody.

“I’ve missed… missed you, y/n,” he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. The weight of those words sank deep into your heart, and you pulled him closer as if the closeness could bridge the gap that time and circumstance had created.

With every thrust, the heat between you intensified, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You could feel the pressure building deep within you, a coil wound tight, ready to snap.

“Thomas, I—” you gasped, unable to form complete thoughts as pleasure coursed through your veins. Your body responded instinctively, tightening around him, and with a final thrust, you were sent spiralling into bliss, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

“Yes, Y/n cum. Cum for me darling, I-fuck” Thomas softly groaned, feeling the way your body clenched around him, drawing him deeper into your warmth. He didn’t stop; he kept thrusting, wanting to prolong the pleasure that enveloped you both. Each movement sent another pulse of ecstasy through you, pushing you to heights you didn’t know existed.

“Please, Tommy” you whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations, your body teetering on the edge once more. The overstimulation was almost too much, but you craved it, craved him. “I can’t… too much…”

“Just a little more, love,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry, completely lost in the rhythm of your bodies. He thrust harder, deeper, chasing his release, wanting to see you unravel beneath him again.

With a series of slow, deliberate thrusts, you felt the familiar rush build once more. The world around you blurred as you scratched his back. “Thomas!” you cried out, arching your back as the second orgasm hit, sending stars dancing, moaning as you looked straight into his icy blue eyes.

“Y/N!” he gasped, feeling the way you tightened around him again, the sight of you unravelling beneath him igniting a fire within him. He couldn’t hold back any longer, thrusting into you a few more times before he finally reached his climax, spilling himself on your stomach with a low groan.

The room fell silent, save for your heavy breathing as you both heaved from the intensity of what just happened. Thomas slowly withdrew, catching his breath, and a satisfied smile crept onto his lips as he looked down at you, flushed and blissed out.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before rising to clean himself up. You watched as he retrieved a cloth and gently wiped away the remnants of your passion from your skin, careful and tender.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

He returned to you, covering you with his big coat, the fabric enveloping you in warmth. You nestled against him, both of you laughing softly, the moment feeling almost surreal. You just did it on the floor.

“Quite the way to celebrate our reunion, eh?” he teased, his voice light, yet there was an underlying tenderness in his gaze.

“Definitely not what I expected,” you replied, your laughter echoing in the empty pub.

As you both settled into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the coat and each other enveloping you, the world outside faded away.

-----(Watery Lane)

The next morning, Thomas took you to meet the family. Arthur and John were already waiting when you two arrived, grinning like they’d just won a bet.

“Told ya she’d come around,” John said, elbowing Arthur. “Just took Tommy long enough.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pouch of coins. “Here,” you said with a smile. “Your winnings.”

John chuckled as he pocketed the money, while Arthur grinned at you like you were already part of the family.

Polly watched you from her seat by the fire, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. After a long pause, she spoke. “You’ve got the backbone for this family,” she said looking deep into your eyes as she sighed. “You’ll do just fine,” Polly said approvingly. “You’ve got the strength to keep up with this lot.” puffing another hit on her cigar.

You smiled, feeling, for the first time in a long while, like you were exactly where you were meant to be. Felt like home.

-----(Married to Tommy <3)

Being married to Thomas Shelby meant more than just sharing vows; it meant a newfound power in Birmingham. There was an unspoken fear that rippled through the streets whenever his name was mentioned, and you could feel it. People admired you, not just because of your accomplishments, but because they understood the weight that came with being Mrs. Shelby. Thomas intended to keep you safe, to wrap you in a cocoon of protection that no one dared to breach. The knowledge that no one would dare hurt you, not with him at your side, filled you with a sense of security you had never known before.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you prepared for Thomas’s return home. You had spent the day tending to the pub, the laughter and chatter of patrons ringing in your ears, but nothing compared to the excitement of having him back in your arms. The warmth of his presence was something you longed for, something that made your heart race just thinking about it.

The door creaked open to your shared home, and there he was—Thomas Michael Shelby, rugged and handsome, the familiar twinkle in his eyes igniting a spark within you. You walked to him, unable to contain your smile as you flung your arms around his neck. “Welcome home, my husband” you whispered, your heart swelling at the sight of him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you felt the world outside fade away. “I missed you, my wife” he murmured against your hair, his breath warm and comforting. Without hesitation, you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. The moment felt electric, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the weight of the day slip away. Thomas’s hands moved to your waist, drawing you closer as if he wanted to meld your bodies into one. You lost yourself in him, the world around you disappearing until it was just the two of you—lost in your universe.

Your heart raced as you pulled back, searching his eyes. There was a hunger there, an undeniable connection that only deepened with each stolen moment you shared. In that instant, you knew that this was where you belonged, wrapped in his arms, feeling utterly cherished.

Thomas leaned in again, this time capturing your lips with more urgency. His kiss was fervent, igniting a fire within you that made your breath hitch. The taste of him lingered on your lips, sweet and intoxicating, and you could feel the pull between you, a magnetic force drawing you ever closer.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy. “Let’s not waste any more time,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire as he swept you off your feet. You gasped, both of you laughing softly, placing soft kisses on his neck as he walked up the stairs.

"Oh dear Tommy, I'll always fold like a Makahiya Leaf for you no?" chuckling as you licked his ear eliciting a deep groan from him.

"No worries y/n, I'll wait till you open again like, I always do" as he kicks the door close. As he laid you gently on the bed, the air between you crackled with anticipation. He kissed you as his hands pulled your nightgown up and your hands unbuttoned his vest and polo, leaving both of you naked in minutes (With Thomas in his trousers).

Thomas’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you beneath him, the soft glow of the setting sun illuminating your features. You felt your pulse quicken as he leaned down, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just relax, love,” he murmured his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine. He started trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and teasing, igniting every nerve in your body. Each kiss made you arch into him, craving more of his touch.

“Tommy,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer, urging him to continue. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, and continued his descent, his mouth leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

His kisses travelled lower, savouring every inch of you. As he reached the hem of your dress, he hesitated for just a moment, locking eyes with you, seeking permission. You nodded, breathless with anticipation, and he wasted no time in lifting the fabric, exposing your bare skin to him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over you as if you were a work of art. With a slow, deliberate motion, he kissed your thighs, igniting a fire within you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing against your skin almost too much to bear.

“Please, Tommy,” you pleaded, your voice thick with desire. He looked up at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face, before diving in, his mouth exploring you with a fervor that made your back arch off the bed.

His tongue worked magic, teasing and exploring, eliciting gasps and moans that filled the room. You held onto the sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in this intoxicating moment.

“Just like that, love,” he encouraged, his voice muffled against you, and you felt your body respond, tightening around the pleasure he was giving you. He continued to work his magic, his movements expertly bringing you closer to the edge, the tension building deep within you.

As your breath hitched, you could feel the pressure mounting, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter until you felt as if you might break. “I’m going to—” you gasped, unable to finish your thought before he intensified his efforts, bringing you over the edge into a blissful climax.

Your body trembled as you rode the waves of ecstasy, calling his name, your fingers digging into his hair as the world around you spun. He didn’t stop, though; he continued to savor you, prolonging your pleasure as the overstimulation sent you spiraling once more.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations, but he only increased the fervor, his mouth working tirelessly. Your body responded, the waves crashing over you again, igniting every nerve ending until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

With a final surge of pleasure, you let go, your second orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Both of you lay there, breathless and entangled in each other, the world outside forgotten. Thomas gently kissed your forehead, his clean fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin as you came down from the high of your shared passion.

He finally pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze. “You alright, love?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, but the smirk on his lips hinted at his satisfaction.

“More than alright,” you replied, a grin breaking across your face as you snuggled into him.

After a moment, he got up to clean up, his movements effortless and casual. You watched him, feeling a warmth swell in your chest. When he returned, he draped a big coat over you, wrapping you in warmth and comfort.

“Ready for round two?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as you laughed, the sound echoing in the cozy room.

“This is going to be a long night,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye as you shifted beneath the warm coat. You could feel the remnants of passion coursing through you, and the sight of Thomas’s relaxed, satisfied posture ignited something within you.

With a playful grin, you pushed him back onto the bed, surprising him. His eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and amusement flashing across his face. “Oh? What’s this, then?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Just returning the favor,” you said with a smirk, your confidence surging as you climbed over him, straddling his hips. His breath caught in his throat, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

As you pulled back, you let your hands roam down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. “I think it’s time I take care of you, Mr. Shelby,” you whispered, your voice sultry and inviting. You could see his surprise morph into a pleased grin, and he nodded, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

You began trailing kisses down his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, eliciting soft gasps from him. The thrill of being in control sent a rush of adrenaline through you. With each kiss, you worked your way lower, taking your time to explore him, to tease and tantalize.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed, his hands instinctively gripping the sheets as you continued your journey. You could feel the tension building in him, and it fueled your desire to push him further. When you reached the waistband of his trousers, you paused, looking up at him with a playful smile.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, your voice a low murmur. He met your gaze, his icy blue eyes darkening with hunger as he nodded. “Always.”

You leaned down, slowly unbuttoning his trousers, your fingers brushing against his skin. The moment you freed him, you wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse in your grasp. You looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on your lips, before taking him into your mouth.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound. You began to move your mouth in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, taking your time to savor him. Each flick of your tongue drew deep moans from him, and you reveled in the power you held.

“God, you feel so good,” he gasped, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you gently. You picked up the pace, your mouth working him with a fervor that sent shivers through both of you. The sounds he made only spurred you on, pushing you to explore him further.

As you lost yourself in the pleasure of the moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, intertwined in this blissful dance. You could feel the tension building within him, and it ignited a fire deep inside you.

“Don’t stop,” he urged, his voice strained, and you obliged, wanting to bring him to the brink. You intensified your movements, your mouth and hands working in perfect harmony as you brought him closer and closer.

With a few final strokes of your tongue, you could feel him tremble beneath you, his breath hitching as he neared his peak. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice thick with need, and you took that as your cue to give it your all.

With one final push, you enveloped him completely, taking him to the edge before he finally released, his moans filling the room as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, feeling victorious as you pulled back to meet his gaze.

Thomas lay there, panting, his chest rising and falling as he looked at you with a mix of admiration and desire. “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Just doing my part,” you teased, wiping your mouth playfully before leaning in to kiss him again, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

You settled beside him, feeling utterly satisfied and connected. “What do you say we continue this long night?” you suggested, a playful sparkle in your eye.

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “I think I could be convinced.”

With that, the night was filled with love and sense of comfort. Thomas Shelby was all you needed. A man who could wait for a Makahiya Leave open once more and shower her with all his love.

Indeed, he was all you needed.

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🐧Edited on October 13, 2024. I learned the thingy for Unprotected bed scenes... Which was "Wrap it before you Tap it" learned it from the comments XD thank you ^^ hope ya'll enjoyed it btw🐧

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It's Cuffing Season (Jonathan Crane x Barista!Reader)

TO BE RELEASED ON 23rd October @9:00 PM(MST)!!! WOOOOO

LIKE THIS POST TO GET TAGGED :3

>>>> ITS OUT <<<<

🐧Gif is me after finishing the MOST dortiest and MOST spiciest thing I've written XD I need to write a vanilla next jeez. Got me a week to figure out how to make it Stockholm Syndrome I swear XD Like this post to get tagged🐧

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Thomas Shelby x Reader

I was thinking of writing a Tommy x Reader one shot that my hands are currently itching to write XD.

Would you love to read it? With or without smut?

Oh the plot I thought about is somewhat similar to this fic I recently read but in my fic we work in the kitchen and we're more on the power side (because your writers a top herself 😌).

People who will like this post will get tagged ^^

It's out guys

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MasterList ~🐧

Requests are ✨Temporarily Closed✨

LEGEND:

Actor

Character

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🤍- Fluff

🧎‍♂️- Top!Reader

🔥- Smut

💀- Angst

Further warnings are labelled on the story

>>>✨Taglist✨<<<

🐧I think ya'll shall know a lil bout me now :3. OK SO, I'm RCreator and I'm asian XD. Currently in my 20's and is a very random creator :"D (who also writes to scratch that itch, which means I get ideas and release them VERY randomly heh) I'd write about Snape today then Kyungsoo tomorrow (that random XD). A very BIG introvert in real life but an EXTREME extrovert online hehe.

I LOVE doing Fluff and bottom male characters because your OP is a ✨top✨ by heart ^^ (and who doesn't love a story with good plot?). I write smut too :3 but only when I ask in votes (because they're more helpful than asking and waiting for a comment :"D) or when someone requests it.

I DON'T LIKE blant foods XD. I'll write anything and everything tbh... So request are open for ANYTHING and EVERYTHING ^^. Now enjoy~🐧

Alan Rickman

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

- Always (10 Chapters, Complete, SeverusxRavenclawProf!Reader) Wattpad 🤍🔥(💀🤏)

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- The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part One) - The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two, Complete, SeverusxDADAAsianProf!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️🔥(💀?)

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- My Prince (Very Short One shot, Request, SeverusxReader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️🤏)

Sinclair Bryant (Close Your Eyes)

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Colonel Brandon (Sense & Sensibility)

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David Thewlis

Freddie Mays (Gangster No. 1)

- A Private Club in London, 1960s (One Shot, FreddiexFem!Reader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️🤏)

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- The Impeccable Ganster of London (One Shot, FreddiexGangster!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️(💀🤏)

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- By Your Side (Still Writing, One Shot, Request, Free!FreddiexWife!Reader) 🤍🔥(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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- 'Working title' (Still Writing, One Shot, Request, FreddiexYounger!Reader) 🤍🔥💀

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Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

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Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy

- Your All I See (Very short one shot, CillianxPhotographer!Reader) 🤍

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Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

- I'll fold like a Makahiya leaf (One Shot, ThomasxCulinary!Reader) 🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏 )🔥

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- Small Heaths Songbird (Part One) - Small Heaths Songbird: Christmas Eve Special (Still writing, One Shot, Single!ThomasxOC!Reader) 🤍💀(🔥🧎‍♂️🤏)

Jonathan Crane (Batman: Dark Knight)

- Awoop jumpscare XD (Referring to the gif)

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- It's Cuffing Season (Complete, One shot, Request, JonathanxBarista!Reader) 🔥🤍(🧎‍♂️💀🤏)

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Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

- Fly High Professor McGonagall 🕊️ (In honor of Maggie Smith)

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David Tennant

Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

- Let's dance angel (Still Writing, One shot, CrowleyxReincarnatedAzi!Reader) 🤍🧎‍♂️(🔥🤏)

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The 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

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Cassanova (Cassanova)

- I can fix him (Still writing, One shot, CassanovaxUnclassified!Reader) 🤷‍♂️ I'm still thinking about this one

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Rivals...

- I still need to watch it...

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Not sure if you write this kinda stuff but Stockholm Syndrome??? Jonathan Crane??? Please??? Or not. Perfectly your choice. But please? 😽

You know... I just learned about Stockholm Syndrome after reading a fic about the red eye character Cillian Murphy once played... And I'm obsessed XD. (I knew about it long before... I just got reminded what it was after reading fics here :3)

Might or might not write... Either way I'll do a vote when I get an idea hehe :3

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PART 2 OF "THE MAHOUTOKORO DADA PROFESSOR" COMING OUT ON OCT 6!

ITS OUT GUYS

READY YOUR HORSES >:D IT'S GONNA BE ONE HECK OF A RIDE >:3

Also fair warning... Part 2 is NSFW as per requested in the votes :3

Part one here

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Call Severus "My Prince"? His going to love it! (preferably no smut please just pure fluff) cheers🍻

:0 I have this marinating in my requests XD dang... I'm on it >:D will take a bit long though ack... Uni is tryna get me killed it's no longer funny :"D

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heyyy op, i read that you were also just as gay for lee young ji so i was wondering if you had any fanfictions of hers that you've read??? fresh youngji fan here and i'm deprived of imaginations for her

Ack :"3 no sadly.... I dont really read fanfictions with her being a character aha~ I only like her music and that's that... But if you do find one thats good I'm open to reading it and would love to keep contact with you, if I do (suddenly) feel like reading one 😅

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Part one, Part two

(Gif ain't mine > @jetemots)

>>>MINORS DNI<<<

✨NSFW [SemiSub! Severus(switch really), Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Swear Words, Tad full of sarcasm, Severus being a good (cold) boy, Slight Choking, p n v, unprotected (I forgot the phrase ack), I think that's all... Please comment below if you find something to put in here that I missed], Severus just being a cutie ^^✨

🐧I did a voting thing and yall wanted NSFW Maho Severus Part 2 so... Here you go hehehe enjoy *wink wink. Also went on a full writer mode XD so this might be a bit long heh. Suprise XD released it too early... Idk what happened... It was on my queue list but suddenly it posted itself ack... So it got released early T^T but thaz ok... Faith probably thought it was good enough to be released today XD🐧

Now enjoy you horny people ^^

Back<<< Part One

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The Yule Ball came in like a hurricane. Severus was above the steps, watching over students, dancing and goofing around like lunatics. He scoffs as a thought comes back to him: how could he ever dance with you in this crowd?

He looks over students, trying not to look desperate as he looks for you. He tugged his vest, coughing lightly at his impatience as he looked around.

He wore a different style today, unlike his usual midnight blue clothes: a dark blue vest with a black polo, all covered with a robe with the darkest shade of blue. Sleeves reaching his wrists, and a high collar that hugged his neck. A white scarf wrapped around him for warmth, adding an elegant touch. His fitted black slock pants complemented his pitch-black shoes. He also sported a silver and green pocket watch, a thoughtful gift from Headmistress McGonagall to celebrate his survival. The overall look was both sophisticated and practical, perfect for the occasion.

Although he hated to change his clothes, Minerva troubled herself by buying him muggle clothes over the weekend (Minerva and the other professors went on a shopping spree last weekend; Severus did not come because you were there. He felt strangely weird saying no to Minerva because of that).

"You look all right, Severus," Minerva patted his waist. He grumbles in response; Minerva treats him like a son, and in exchange, Severus acts like it.

Suddenly conscious about his clothes, he wriggles his fingers between his collar and neck, tugging it slightly. Minerva rolls her eyes at this and smiles as she sees you enter the Great Hall. She nudges Severus's shoulders, and he groans and glares at her.

"Well, won't you look at that," Minerva points her chin towards you, smirking at Severus (she knows they talk about it over tea, and she'd laugh at Severus's rants).

Severus looks at where Minerva is pointing. Good heavens, you look gorgeous. His eyes went slowly from your well-adorned hair, pieces of golden cranes well kept in a half-bun. From your natural make-up that accentuated your eyes to the red lipstick that made your lips look tempting. You wore a Geisha-inspired kimono and proudly strolled down the hall as students gazed at your dress. This wasn't any ordinary dress. With its top hugging your figure tightly with the traditional Japanese Obi on your waist and pleated skirt flowing down to the floor, the dress featured a striking blend of black, gold, and red, adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes. You looked modestly like a goddess.

He couldn't look away from you for what felt like hours. You look terrific, and he concluded to himself to be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

"Stop staring, Severus, it is rude to stare." Minerva placed Severus back to reality. Oh Merlin, he was staring. He stood straight when you met his eye, smiling. Oh dear heaven, you were approaching him. His mind was a complete mess as he tried to look in another direction, trying to see if that would help (it didn't).

"Hello Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall," You greeted with a slight bow. Minerva smiled at you and pulled you in between herself and Severus (Clearly knowing what she was doing), and it slightly made your shoulders brush over his arm, making his spine tingle. Severus glared at Minerva from the back, and she winked at him. Severus was sure to strangle this old woman tomorrow at tea.

As the two talked for a while, it was time for the last slow dance music. Professor Slughorn asks Minerva for a dance, to which she agrees. The giddy lady loved dancing and was happy to take anyone's hand for a dance.

Which then left Severus and you standing in front.

Severus looked over as everyone started to dance slowly on the floor. Suddenly, remembering that you asked him for a dance, your presence became more prominent beside him. However, before he could ask you for a dance, you went closer to him, your shoulders brushing on his arm, and whispered, "Shall I take you in for this dance, Severus?" as you looked up at him.

Severus spine tingled in fevor, you looked so innocent asking him this. He nods as he puts his hands in the air, gesturing you to take it. As soon as you took his hands, your warmth enveloped his. It was making him smile ever so slightly.

As the two of you took the dance floor, you pulled him in closer. He knew how to dance, but the feeling of your chest and head on his made him forget his feet.

-----(Your POV)

Severus accidentally stepped on your gown, making you fall a bit backward. You grabbed the back of his neck as he gripped your waist tightly. Making you intertwined perfectly together, his cologne entrapped in your mind. It was shocking to think he wore a cologne. You looked up to see his hair had a bit of curls as well, which perfectly fit his new fashion style. You've seen that vest, and then it clicked. 'Ah... Minerva' and you smiled. He coughs softly as his fingers slowly loosen and brush your waist. It was a simple gesture of 'I'm sorry' as you two continued to dance.

"You look splendid today, Severus," you said as you looked at his clothes. Minerva knew how to dress his son very well. Your hands slowly sauntered down his chest, which made his breath hitch.

As you quickly looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his nose flared, and his mouth completely shut. Severus's cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, and although his ears were covered, you could see how red they were. You smirked at how your touch could make such a cold man feel warm.

As you see Severus's eyes open slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated at the sight of you. You smiled at that observation, to which he sighed.

You felt it as you twirled and held each other that night; he was slowly falling for you, too.

-----(Dance Finished, Severus POV)

Severus was ready to run away from you after that dance. He couldn't stop his fucking heart technically running around his body right now. His pants also felt tight; he concluded that Minerva must have bought the wrong size.

When everyone scattered about, and the rock music came, he walked out to scavenge students loitering about. However, to his surprise, you followed him instead of going back to chat with Minerva.

"Professor Y/n, are you to follow me around tonight as well?" he grunts, annoyed that he cannot simply run away from you.

"Actually... The headmistress asked me to be on watch for loitering students tonight, Severus. I believe you are too?" as you walked past him, looking at him mischievously.

He looked over to Minerva, who was beaming at him. 'Fuck you,' he mouthed before sprinting to follow you out.

Minerva laughed at this (she was used to the banter; she loved Severus like a son anyway).

-----(Outside where the carriages were, Still Snape's POV)

Severus ran to a carriage and opened it wide open. A couple squealed as he pulled the male student out of the carriage and scolded him, removing twenty points from his house. On the other hand, you gently assisted the female student and kindly removed twenty points from her house.

They soon ran off, which left you and Severus out and about again.

Severus then scoffs as he closes the carriage door and walks to the next to see if students are in it. He was trying his best to avert his attention from you; he had just given you his robe when he saw you shivering earlier. He was paying too much attention to you than himself, so he didn't notice his fingers turning blue from the cold, but you did.

"Professor, might I suggest we rest in this scavenger hunt for a while?" you said as you opened an empty carriage and gestured in, "It is a bit tad cold tonight. I don't think they'd mind for us to shelter ourselves here for a while," as you entered the empty carriage and gestured him in.

Severus raised a brow and crossed his arms to his chest. It was cold; he finally felt his fingers. He questioned your intensions at first before his mind felt his fingers again, slowl, he walks towards the carriage and slouches in.

The carriage's interior was more spacious than he had expected. Plush red cushions lined the seats, while the ceiling and doors were intricately decorated with golden vine-like stems. The tinted dark windows were enchanted to keep the cold at bay, offering warmth and comfort. It was a clever combination of luxury and magic. (He could stand up and do jumping jacks if he could, that's how spacious it was.)

He sat across you, his knees slightly brushing against yours. He was relishing the feeling of this contact when you suddenly moved away. He looked at you with curiosity as he saw you remove your heels.

He noticed how red your feet were; you were wearing a six-inch stiletto, after all.

You hissed as you folded and flexed your toes. It looked like it hurt a lot. Worried, Severus leans forward and slowly places his hands above yours. Severus doesn't know what has gone to him. He couldn't bear the thought of your hurt. It was weird; he just hated you minutes ago.

"Let me," he says, slightly softer than usual, as he looks at you. His breath hitched once more as he saw your face; even in the dark, your face showed like starlight. You were just gorgeous, not sure if anyone had told you that, but if he weren't too proud he would.

You nodded as you let go of your feet. To which he softly touches with his cold hands. You hiss as he slowly massages it, finally sighing as the pain slowly disappears.

As he finished, he looked up to you once more to see that you were already looking at him, but with hooded eyes. He gulps at the way you looked at him. He felt his stomach turn as you placed your feet down and leaned closer to him.

His cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red right now. It probably didn't show as the carriage was a bit dark, but your lips must have felt it.

Then it hit him; you were kissing his cheeks. He froze even further at that, and as you slowly moved away and looked at him in his eyes, he felt his pants tighten once more.

"Thank you, Severus." he melted to your touch on his other cheek. Your thumb softly caresses it. He whimpered softly as your touch disappeared. Opening his eyes to see you removing his coat from your shoulder and resting it beside you.

In this, Severus again has a look at your dress. He didn't notice at first, but your top was a slanted-styled zipper up to your neck. A unique way to close a dress, he thought as he raised his brow.

"Want it off, Severus?" a question that made his shoulders jolt slightly. He just got caught looking at your chest. He didn't mean to. "What, no... I was just admiring your dress, that's all," he grunts way too fast for his painful throat to manage.

He coughed again, pained by the scar; darn, Nagini doesn't even get to kill him; now, he has to suffer this pain his whole life.

-----(Your POV)

Your smirk falters as he grasps his throat, clearly pained by the scar. Minerva had told you about the scar's history, which made you like Severus more.

Worried that you might have teased him too much this time, you lean forward once again as your warm hands wrap his throat. He looks up at you with dilated eyes again and sighs as if the pain is gone from the mere sight of you.

Your eyes flickered down his parted lips and back to his pleading eyes. There was no way you could stop yourself now.

"May I?" you asked with a tint of hesitance. Severus looks at you, shocked, but is melting once more as you caress his cheeks. You see him look at your lips as he bites his. "Yes," he whispers, a bit throaty.

With that, you lean forward slowly, feeling his breath on your lips, feeling your skin touch, sending a jolt of pleasure everywhere your body.

-----(Mixed POV)

Severus whimpers in between soft kisses. Your lips were as soft as they looked, and you tasted like that strawberry champagne you took.

In contrast, his lips were cold. A bit chapped from his thirst for you. You licked his lips to soften it a bit, to which he groaned softly. His hands traveled down both sides of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Severus's breath hitched as you slowly entered your tongue to his as he groaned. Tightly holding your waist as you had his neck slightly choking him, not too tight to pain or block his airway but enough to make him forget about the bite.

As he savors the taste of your tongue on him, he pulls you closer as he feels both your bare legs on each side of his thighs. He didn't notice your skirt had a slit up to your knees on each side until now when he guided his hands down to it, gently moving his hands up and down it.

You feel Severus' hands on your calves, gently caressing them. He was moaning to your kisses, sloppy and deep. You then removed his white scarf, unbuttoned his vest, and threw it with his coat across the carriage where you last sat.

You then started to unbutton his polo but didn't remove it entirely; you just opened it slightly to draw circles slowly down his chest.

Severus bucks his hips at the stimulations you were ministering on him. He shakingly unzips your upper dress and is shocked to learn that you wore nothing as your chest bounces out of the dress, making his eyes widen.

You smiled between kisses at seeing Severus' mouth drool as you held his hands and guided them to massage your chest. He wasn't confident at first, but as you started to grind on him, his grip on it became more skilled as you two moaned at the moment.

You soon went down his chin, kissing and nibbling your way to his neck and scar. To which Severus shivers and moans. His moans were deep and husky, and his hold on you was getting tighter; it was sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, you thought.

As you bite his neck, Severus moans your name and tightly grips your waist through the slit of your dress. "Dont-ah~... Tease me like that..." he shivers as he bobs his head back to give you more access.

You smirk at this and slowly unbelt his slocks as he slowly tugs at your panties and kisses the crook of your neck, breathing heavily at your touches.

As you remove his belt and unzip his slocks, you slowly move your hand through his clothed cock as his hips buck slightly. "Y-y/n, please... Please stop... Teasing me..." he whimpers as he grabs your bare ass and squeezes it, which makes you jump and moan softly.

"You want in Sevy?" as you slowly place your hands in his boxers, to which he moans your name and closes his eyes with his head on the golden intricacies of the carriage.

You massage his stiff shaft, smirking at the size of him. He was bigger than you thought; his length was definitely longer than your fingers, and his grit was bigger than what it felt like earlier on the dance floor.

Severus moans a bit too loudly as he feels you spread his precum all over his tip with your thumb. Hips shuddering in pleasure as he nodded hazingly. Severus wanted to feel you and your warmth. He wanted to see if his dreams about you were accurate. His mind and hands were all over you right now. Trying to hold whatever it is you gave him.

"Please... Y/n... I want to feel you... Please," he whimpered as he brought his lips to your bare chest and licked circles on your nipples, making you arch your back slightly as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer with your other hand, busy placing circles on his tip, spreading his wet essence.

"But we'll need to talk," you said as you stood up to remove your black laced panties and place them together with Severus's vest.

Severus looked over the pile of clothes and back at you with lust-filled eyes. His breath was heavy as he waited for you to straddle him once more. It was for a brink moment, but he missed your weight on him.

But before you straddled him, you licked your hand and placed it on his now free shaft, twitching ever so slightly, making him hiss in the sudden cold temperature. You didn't mind this and spread your saliva all over him to lubricate him.

Severus's mind was in turmoil as your wet hands stimulated him further. He could have come to this only, but he stopped himself as he wanted to cum after you did.

"Talk about... Ah... About what?" he asks, looking at you with one eye, his mouth ajar.

"Our relationship," as you nodded, satisfied with how lubricated his cock looked. He was ready for you.

Severus's eyes shot open at your words but closed again when you straddled him and aligned yourself to his length—burying yourself to the brim slowly.

His dick twitched inside of you as you engulfed his size perfectly. "What... I... How..." he wanted to ask how they would talk with him in you, but you shushed him.

"I'll keep you in until you confess. I will not move," you whispered in his ears before licking it.

Severus moans at this. His grip on your waist tightens. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as your pussy clenched on him. He could really cum with just this, and he was already going mad at how you licked and nibbled on his ear.

"Wha-what is there to confess..." he hissed as you bit the bottom of his ears. His mind was going blank with everything that was happening.

"I know you dream about me, Severus; Minerva has told me about your rants," Severus's mind was a mess; at this point, he didn't care what Minerva said; all he cared about was how he was going to keep himself from cumming. "Don't blame her, though... She just wants his baby boy happy" his dick twitches once again.

You felt his shaft twitch inside of you when you called him 'baby boy,' making you smirk. "You like it when I call you 'baby boy' Severus?" you asked coyly, to which he moaned, "Y-yes..." somewhat quite airy.

"Do you like me, Severus?" As you slowly moved your hips front and back, which made his tip tickled that spot in you, making you moan softly into his ear.

Severus' eyes fluttered shut at your movement, his hands gripping onto your moving hips as he groans. "I... I do..." he whispers, unable to speak as your movements speed up slightly faster.

That's what it took for you to move faster. You cast a silencing, lock, and steady spell onto the carriage and rocked your hips up and down his shaft. "Fuck," you moaned. "I knew you'd finally be mine," as you enveloped his neck with your arms and placed your face on the crook of his neck, becoming a moaning mess as his shaft touched your G-spot.

Severus doesn't even notice how you effortlessly cast the spells, his focus on how your insides were clutching on his shaft like a vice. Milking his very being like its life depended on it. "Y/n..." he moaned rather loudly as the sounds of squelching from your movement made him even hot and bothered.

His hands roughly caressed any skin he could touch from you as he became a moaning mess. "Y/n... I... I'm close..." he says between gritted teeth as he nuzzles your head, resting on his shoulders with his nose and inhaling your scent. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.

"It's ok, baby boy, I'm here. Come in me... you can come in me..." as you moved faster and harder. Opening your legs wider to have his shaft deeper into you. He bucks his hips at the sudden change of sensation and screams your name like a prayer.

You feel his liquid spilling out of you as you reach your orgasm with him. Making your insides squelch in his gushing shaft. It was not enough, though, "I... want more..." you say as beads of sweat ran to your skins.

Severus whimpers at this; he wasn't too sure if he could do one more round. "Please, Severus," you begged him as you placed soft kisses on his neck, which gave him the energy to swiftly lift you and turn you around, your face onto the red cushion across where you two sat.

He shakingly lifted your skirt to see your leaking cunt. His breath hitches, and his cock hardens back at the mere sight of it.

"I... I don't know if I can," he shakingly caresses your ass as he aligns himself as you lifted yourself back. "I know you can," as you pushed back to his shaft, to which his head lolls back, his grip back on your waist, and he whimpers and groans at the overstimulation. Your insides just felt too good to say no to.

As you moved relentlessly on him, he stood there behind you as you moved back and forth. His hands gripped your bundled skirt up your waist, pulling you slightly, guiding your rhythm as if asking you to move faster as his lips chant your name. He bent forward to trace kisses down your nape as he moaned praises to your ear.

"You feel too good, dear... too good," he whimpers as he feels your insides tighten on him again, making him hiss. "Oh... love, please come... please... I want to feel you again," He exclaims in his panting voice, forgetting the pain on his neck as he openly thrusts his hips forward, making you yelp in pleasure.

With that, you felt a sudden gush of white noise ringing your ear and arched your back as you reached your high once more. Severus wasn't too far behind as his thrust became sloppy and followed behind, releasing another batch of his seed deep in you as he cursed out your name in pleasure, digging his nail deep into your hips.

As both of you finally came down from your orgasms, you chuckled as he slowly removed his now soft cock out and whimpered at the sight of your cunt gushing the mix of his seed with your wet insides, clenching softly to nothing.

He slams his back to the cushion behind him as he accio'd a towel to clean you up. Sending shivers down your spine as he patted the cloth in your swollen cunt.

You spell the seed clean out of you and fix Severus up as he fixes your clothes. After minutes of fixing each other, you decided to sit on his lap and sigh on his shoulders.

"I guess we a thing now?" you asked as you placed circles on his now buttoned-up polo and vest. He sighed, "Yes, I suppose we are," as he picked a strand of your hair and tucked it in behind your ear, making you shiver with joy.

-----(After 5 minutes of resting, Severus's POV)

"We should get back to scavenging," you joked as Severus looked up at you, stopping his hands from softly caressing your hips. He nodded as you stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Severus jumped behind, taking his coat from the carriage, and wore it before holding your shoulders and enveloping you in the coat. He felt like it was the right thing to do now that he was yours. He felt your head slowly planted onto his chest, and he sighed. He has never felt warm for a long time, and you on his chest sent butterflies in his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly, afraid that this happiness might pass. It worried him that such a beautiful lady like you would even choose to be with him, but he soon forgot all these thoughts as you turned around, nuzzled your face deep in his chest, and murmured. "The Headmistress is here."

He looked up to see Minerva grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the two of you snuggling. He could also see how Professor Slughorn frowned as he handed Minerva galleons; he scoffed at this and kissed your forehead again, "It's alright, you know she knows anyways," as you chuckled on his chest.

Indeed, now he does know why faith has kept him alive.

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

Part one, Part two

(Gif ain't mine > @jetemots)

✨NSFW [SemiSub! Severus(switch really), Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Swear Words, Tad full of sarcasm, Severus being a good (cold) boy, Slight Choking, I think that's all... Please comment below if you find something to put in here that I missed], Severus just being a cutie ^^✨

🐧I did a voting thing and yall wanted NSFW Maho Severus Part 2 so... Here you go hehehe enjoy *wink wink. Also went on a full writer mode XD so this might be a bit long heh. Suprise XD released it too early... Idk what happened... It was on my queue list but suddenly it posted itself ack... So it got released early T^T but thaz ok... Faith probably thought it was good enough to be released today XD🐧

Now enjoy you horny people ^^

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The Yule Ball came in like a hurricane. Severus was above the steps, watching over students, dancing and goofing around like lunatics. He scoffs as a thought comes back to him: how could he ever dance with you in this crowd?

He looks over students, trying not to look desperate as he looks for you. He tugged his vest, coughing lightly at his impatience as he looked around.

He wore a different style today, unlike his usual midnight blue clothes: a dark blue vest with a black polo, all covered with a robe with the darkest shade of blue. Sleeves reaching his wrists, and a high collar that hugged his neck. A white scarf wrapped around him for warmth, adding an elegant touch. His fitted black slock pants complemented his pitch-black shoes. He also sported a silver and green pocket watch, a thoughtful gift from Headmistress McGonagall to celebrate his survival. The overall look was both sophisticated and practical, perfect for the occasion.

Although he hated to change his clothes, Minerva troubled herself by buying him muggle clothes over the weekend (Minerva and the other professors went on a shopping spree last weekend; Severus did not come because you were there. He felt strangely weird saying no to Minerva because of that).

"You look all right, Severus," Minerva patted his waist. He grumbles in response; Minerva treats him like a son, and in exchange, Severus acts like it.

Suddenly conscious about his clothes, he wriggles his fingers between his collar and neck, tugging it slightly. Minerva rolls her eyes at this and smiles as she sees you enter the Great Hall. She nudges Severus's shoulders, and he groans and glares at her.

"Well, won't you look at that," Minerva points her chin towards you, smirking at Severus (she knows they talk about it over tea, and she'd laugh at Severus's rants).

Severus looks at where Minerva is pointing. Good heavens, you look gorgeous. His eyes went slowly from your well-adorned hair, pieces of golden cranes well kept in a half-bun. From your natural make-up that accentuated your eyes to the red lipstick that made your lips look tempting. You wore a Geisha-inspired kimono and proudly strolled down the hall as students gazed at your dress. This wasn't any ordinary dress. With its top hugging your figure tightly with the traditional Japanese Obi on your waist and pleated skirt flowing down to the floor, the dress featured a striking blend of black, gold, and red, adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes. You looked modestly like a goddess.

He couldn't look away from you for what felt like hours. You look terrific, and he concluded to himself to be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

"Stop staring, Severus, it is rude to stare." Minerva placed Severus back to reality. Oh Merlin, he was staring. He stood straight when you met his eye, smiling. Oh dear heaven, you were approaching him. His mind was a complete mess as he tried to look in another direction, trying to see if that would help (it didn't).

"Hello Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall," You greeted with a slight bow. Minerva smiled at you and pulled you in between herself and Severus (Clearly knowing what she was doing), and it slightly made your shoulders brush over his arm, making his spine tingle. Severus glared at Minerva from the back, and she winked at him. Severus was sure to strangle this old woman tomorrow at tea.

As the two talked for a while, it was time for the last slow dance music. Professor Slughorn asks Minerva for a dance, to which she agrees. The giddy lady loved dancing and was happy to take anyone's hand for a dance.

Which then left Severus and you standing in front.

Severus looked over as everyone started to dance slowly on the floor. Suddenly, remembering that you asked him for a dance, your presence became more prominent beside him. However, before he could ask you for a dance, you went closer to him, your shoulders brushing on his arm, and whispered, "Shall I take you in for this dance, Severus?" as you looked up at him.

Severus spine tingled in fevor, you looked so innocent asking him this. He nods as he puts his hands in the air, gesturing you to take it. As soon as you took his hands, your warmth enveloped his. It was making him smile ever so slightly.

As the two of you took the dance floor, you pulled him in closer. He knew how to dance, but the feeling of your chest and head on his made him forget his feet.

-----(Your POV)

Severus accidentally stepped on your gown, making you fall a bit backward. You grabbed the back of his neck as he gripped your waist tightly. Making you intertwined perfectly together, his cologne entrapped in your mind. It was shocking to think he wore a cologne. You looked up to see his hair had a bit of curls as well, which perfectly fit his new fashion style. You've seen that vest, and then it clicked. 'Ah... Minerva' and you smiled. He coughs softly as his fingers slowly loosen and brush your waist. It was a simple gesture of 'I'm sorry' as you two continued to dance.

"You look splendid today, Severus," you said as you looked at his clothes. Minerva knew how to dress his son very well. Your hands slowly sauntered down his chest, which made his breath hitch.

As you quickly looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his nose flared, and his mouth completely shut. Severus's cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, and although his ears were covered, you could see how red they were. You smirked at how your touch could make such a cold man feel warm.

As you see Severus's eyes open slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated at the sight of you. You smiled at that observation, to which he sighed.

You felt it as you twirled and held each other that night; he was slowly falling for you, too.

-----(Dance Finished, Severus POV)

Severus was ready to run away from you after that dance. He couldn't stop his fucking heart technically running around his body right now. His pants also felt tight; he concluded that Minerva must have bought the wrong size.

When everyone scattered about, and the rock music came, he walked out to scavenge students loitering about. However, to his surprise, you followed him instead of going back to chat with Minerva.

"Professor Y/n, are you to follow me around tonight as well?" he grunts, annoyed that he cannot simply run away from you.

"Actually... The headmistress asked me to be on watch for loitering students tonight, Severus. I believe you are too?" as you walked past him, looking at him mischievously.

He looked over to Minerva, who was beaming at him. 'Fuck you,' he mouthed before sprinting to follow you out.

Minerva laughed at this (she was used to the banter; she loved Severus like a son anyway).

-----(Outside where the carriages were, Still Snape's POV)

Severus ran to a carriage and opened it wide open. A couple squealed as he pulled the male student out of the carriage and scolded him, removing twenty points from his house. On the other hand, you gently assisted the female student and kindly removed twenty points from her house.

They soon ran off, which left you and Severus out and about again.

Severus then scoffs as he closes the carriage door and walks to the next to see if students are in it. He was trying his best to avert his attention from you; he had just given you his robe when he saw you shivering earlier. He was paying too much attention to you than himself, so he didn't notice his fingers turning blue from the cold, but you did.

"Professor, might I suggest we rest in this scavenger hunt for a while?" you said as you opened an empty carriage and gestured in, "It is a bit tad cold tonight. I don't think they'd mind for us to shelter ourselves here for a while," as you entered the empty carriage and gestured him in.

Severus raised a brow and crossed his arms to his chest. It was cold; he finally felt his fingers. He questioned your intensions at first before his mind felt his fingers again, slowl, he walks towards the carriage and slouches in.

The carriage's interior was more spacious than he had expected. Plush red cushions lined the seats, while the ceiling and doors were intricately decorated with golden vine-like stems. The tinted dark windows were enchanted to keep the cold at bay, offering warmth and comfort. It was a clever combination of luxury and magic. (He could stand up and do jumping jacks if he could, that's how spacious it was.)

He sat across you, his knees slightly brushing against yours. He was relishing the feeling of this contact when you suddenly moved away. He looked at you with curiosity as he saw you remove your heels.

He noticed how red your feet were; you were wearing a six-inch stiletto, after all.

You hissed as you folded and flexed your toes. It looked like it hurt a lot. Worried, Severus leans forward and slowly places his hands above yours. Severus doesn't know what has gone to him. He couldn't bear the thought of your hurt. It was weird; he just hated you minutes ago.

"Let me," he says, slightly softer than usual, as he looks at you. His breath hitched once more as he saw your face; even in the dark, your face showed like starlight. You were just gorgeous, not sure if anyone had told you that, but if he weren't too proud he would.

You nodded as you let go of your feet. To which he softly touches with his cold hands. You hiss as he slowly massages it, finally sighing as the pain slowly disappears.

As he finished, he looked up to you once more to see that you were already looking at him, but with hooded eyes. He gulps at the way you looked at him. He felt his stomach turn as you placed your feet down and leaned closer to him.

His cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red right now. It probably didn't show as the carriage was a bit dark, but your lips must have felt it.

Then it hit him; you were kissing his cheeks. He froze even further at that, and as you slowly moved away and looked at him in his eyes, he felt his pants tighten once more.

"Thank you, Severus." he melted to your touch on his other cheek. Your thumb softly caresses it. He whimpered softly as your touch disappeared. Opening his eyes to see you removing his coat from your shoulder and resting it beside you.

In this, Severus again has a look at your dress. He didn't notice at first, but your top was a slanted-styled zipper up to your neck. A unique way to close a dress, he thought as he raised his brow.

"Want it off, Severus?" a question that made his shoulders jolt slightly. He just got caught looking at your chest. He didn't mean to. "What, no... I was just admiring your dress, that's all," he grunts way too fast for his painful throat to manage.

He coughed again, pained by the scar; darn, Nagini doesn't even get to kill him; now, he has to suffer this pain his whole life.

-----(Your POV)

Your smirk falters as he grasps his throat, clearly pained by the scar. Minerva had told you about the scar's history, which made you like Severus more.

Worried that you might have teased him too much this time, you lean forward once again as your warm hands wrap his throat. He looks up at you with dilated eyes again and sighs as if the pain is gone from the mere sight of you.

Your eyes flickered down his parted lips and back to his pleading eyes. There was no way you could stop yourself now.

"May I?" you asked with a tint of hesitance. Severus looks at you, shocked, but is melting once more as you caress his cheeks. You see him look at your lips as he bites his. "Yes," he whispers, a bit throaty.

With that, you lean forward slowly, feeling his breath on your lips, feeling your skin touch, sending a jolt of pleasure everywhere your body.

-----(Mixed POV)

Severus whimpers in between soft kisses. Your lips were as soft as they looked, and you tasted like that strawberry champagne you took.

In contrast, his lips were cold. A bit chapped from his thirst for you. You licked his lips to soften it a bit, to which he groaned softly. His hands traveled down both sides of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Severus's breath hitched as you slowly entered your tongue to his as he groaned. Tightly holding your waist as you had his neck slightly choking him, not too tight to pain or block his airway but enough to make him forget about the bite.

As he savors the taste of your tongue on him, he pulls you closer as he feels both your bare legs on each side of his thighs. He didn't notice your skirt had a slit up to your knees on each side until now when he guided his hands down to it, gently moving his hands up and down it.

You feel Severus' hands on your calves, gently caressing them. He was moaning to your kisses, sloppy and deep. You then removed his white scarf, unbuttoned his vest, and threw it with his coat across the carriage where you last sat.

You then started to unbutton his polo but didn't remove it entirely; you just opened it slightly to draw circles slowly down his chest.

Severus bucks his hips at the stimulations you were ministering on him. He shakingly unzips your upper dress and is shocked to learn that you wore nothing as your chest bounces out of the dress, making his eyes widen.

You smiled between kisses at seeing Severus' mouth drool as you held his hands and guided them to massage your chest. He wasn't confident at first, but as you started to grind on him, his grip on it became more skilled as you two moaned at the moment.

You soon went down his chin, kissing and nibbling your way to his neck and scar. To which Severus shivers and moans. His moans were deep and husky, and his hold on you was getting tighter; it was sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, you thought.

As you bite his neck, Severus moans your name and tightly grips your waist through the slit of your dress. "Dont-ah~... Tease me like that..." he shivers as he bobs his head back to give you more access.

You smirk at this and slowly unbelt his slocks as he slowly tugs at your panties and kisses the crook of your neck, breathing heavily at your touches.

As you remove his belt and unzip his slocks, you slowly move your hand through his clothed cock as his hips buck slightly. "Y-y/n, please... Please stop... Teasing me..." he whimpers as he grabs your bare ass and squeezes it, which makes you jump and moan softly.

"You want in Sevy?" as you slowly place your hands in his boxers, to which he moans your name and closes his eyes with his head on the golden intricacies of the carriage.

You massage his stiff shaft, smirking at the size of him. He was bigger than you thought; his length was definitely longer than your fingers, and his grit was bigger than what it felt like earlier on the dance floor.

Severus moans a bit too loudly as he feels you spread his precum all over his tip with your thumb. Hips shuddering in pleasure as he nodded hazingly. Severus wanted to feel you and your warmth. He wanted to see if his dreams about you were accurate. His mind and hands were all over you right now. Trying to hold whatever it is you gave him.

"Please... Y/n... I want to feel you... Please," he whimpered as he brought his lips to your bare chest and licked circles on your nipples, making you arch your back slightly as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer with your other hand, busy placing circles on his tip, spreading his wet essence.

"But we'll need to talk," you said as you stood up to remove your black laced panties and place them together with Severus's vest.

Severus looked over the pile of clothes and back at you with lust-filled eyes. His breath was heavy as he waited for you to straddle him once more. It was for a brink moment, but he missed your weight on him.

But before you straddled him, you licked your hand and placed it on his now free shaft, twitching ever so slightly, making him hiss in the sudden cold temperature. You didn't mind this and spread your saliva all over him to lubricate him.

Severus's mind was in turmoil as your wet hands stimulated him further. He could have come to this only, but he stopped himself as he wanted to cum after you did.

"Talk about... Ah... About what?" he asks, looking at you with one eye, his mouth ajar.

"Our relationship," as you nodded, satisfied with how lubricated his cock looked. He was ready for you.

Severus's eyes shot open at your words but closed again when you straddled him and aligned yourself to his length—burying yourself to the brim slowly.

His dick twitched inside of you as you engulfed his size perfectly. "What... I... How..." he wanted to ask how they would talk with him in you, but you shushed him.

"I'll keep you in until you confess. I will not move," you whispered in his ears before licking it.

Severus moans at this. His grip on your waist tightens. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as your pussy clenched on him. He could really cum with just this, and he was already going mad at how you licked and nibbled on his ear.

"Wha-what is there to confess..." he hissed as you bit the bottom of his ears. His mind was going blank with everything that was happening.

"I know you dream about me, Severus; Minerva has told me about your rants," Severus's mind was a mess; at this point, he didn't care what Minerva said; all he cared about was how he was going to keep himself from cumming. "Don't blame her, though... She just wants his baby boy happy" his dick twitches once again.

You felt his shaft twitch inside of you when you called him 'baby boy,' making you smirk. "You like it when I call you 'baby boy' Severus?" you asked coyly, to which he moaned, "Y-yes..." somewhat quite airy.

"Do you like me, Severus?" As you slowly moved your hips front and back, which made his tip tickled that spot in you, making you moan softly into his ear.

Severus' eyes fluttered shut at your movement, his hands gripping onto your moving hips as he groans. "I... I do..." he whispers, unable to speak as your movements speed up slightly faster.

That's what it took for you to move faster. You cast a silencing, lock, and steady spell onto the carriage and rocked your hips up and down his shaft. "Fuck," you moaned. "I knew you'd finally be mine," as you enveloped his neck with your arms and placed your face on the crook of his neck, becoming a moaning mess as his shaft touched your G-spot.

Severus doesn't even notice how you effortlessly cast the spells, his focus on how your insides were clutching on his shaft like a vice. Milking his very being like its life depended on it. "Y/n..." he moaned rather loudly as the sounds of squelching from your movement made him even hot and bothered.

His hands roughly caressed any skin he could touch from you as he became a moaning mess. "Y/n... I... I'm close..." he says between gritted teeth as he nuzzles your head, resting on his shoulders with his nose and inhaling your scent. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.

"It's ok, baby boy, I'm here. Come in me... you can come in me..." as you moved faster and harder. Opening your legs wider to have his shaft deeper into you. He bucks his hips at the sudden change of sensation and screams your name like a prayer.

You feel his liquid spilling out of you as you reach your orgasm with him. Making your insides squelch in his gushing shaft. It was not enough, though, "I... want more..." you say as beads of sweat ran to your skins.

Severus whimpers at this; he wasn't too sure if he could do one more round. "Please, Severus," you begged him as you placed soft kisses on his neck, which gave him the energy to swiftly lift you and turn you around, your face onto the red cushion across where you two sat.

He shakingly lifted your skirt to see your leaking cunt. His breath hitches, and his cock hardens back at the mere sight of it.

"I... I don't know if I can," he shakingly caresses your ass as he aligns himself as you lifted yourself back. "I know you can," as you pushed back to his shaft, to which his head lolls back, his grip back on your waist, and he whimpers and groans at the overstimulation. Your insides just felt too good to say no to.

As you moved relentlessly on him, he stood there behind you as you moved back and forth. His hands gripped your bundled skirt up your waist, pulling you slightly, guiding your rhythm as if asking you to move faster as his lips chant your name. He bent forward to trace kisses down your nape as he moaned praises to your ear.

"You feel too good, dear... too good," he whimpers as he feels your insides tighten on him again, making him hiss. "Oh... love, please come... please... I want to feel you again," He exclaims in his panting voice, forgetting the pain on his neck as he openly thrusts his hips forward, making you yelp in pleasure.

With that, you felt a sudden gush of white noise ringing your ear and arched your back as you reached your high once more. Severus wasn't too far behind as his thrust became sloppy and followed behind, releasing another batch of his seed deep in you as he cursed out your name in pleasure, digging his nail deep into your hips.

As both of you finally came down from your orgasms, you chuckled as he slowly removed his now soft cock out and whimpered at the sight of your cunt gushing the mix of his seed with your wet insides, clenching softly to nothing.

He slams his back to the cushion behind him as he accio'd a towel to clean you up. Sending shivers down your spine as he patted the cloth in your swollen cunt.

You spell the seed clean out of you and fix Severus up as he fixes your clothes. After minutes of fixing each other, you decided to sit on his lap and sigh on his shoulders.

"I guess we a thing now?" you asked as you placed circles on his now buttoned-up polo and vest. He sighed, "Yes, I suppose we are," as he picked a strand of your hair and tucked it in behind your ear, making you shiver with joy.

-----(After 5 minutes of resting, Severus's POV)

"We should get back to scavenging," you joked as Severus looked up at you, stopping his hands from softly caressing your hips. He nodded as you stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Severus jumped behind, taking his coat from the carriage, and wore it before holding your shoulders and enveloping you in the coat. He felt like it was the right thing to do now that he was yours. He felt your head slowly planted onto his chest, and he sighed. He has never felt warm for a long time, and you on his chest sent butterflies in his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly, afraid that this happiness might pass. It worried him that such a beautiful lady like you would even choose to be with him, but he soon forgot all these thoughts as you turned around, nuzzled your face deep in his chest, and murmured. "The Headmistress is here."

He looked up to see Minerva grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the two of you snuggling. He could also see how Professor Slughorn frowned as he handed Minerva galleons; he scoffed at this and kissed your forehead again, "It's alright, you know she knows anyways," as you chuckled on his chest.

Indeed, now he does know why faith has kept him alive.

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

Part one, Part two

(Gif ain't mine > @jetemots)

✨NSFW [SemiSub! Severus(switch really), Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Swear Words, Tad full of sarcasm, Severus being a good (cold) boy, Slight Choking, I think that's all... Please comment below if you find something to put in here that I missed], Severus just being a cutie ^^✨

🐧I did a voting thing and yall wanted NSFW Maho Severus Part 2 so... Here you go hehehe enjoy *wink wink. Also went on a full writer mode XD so this might be a bit long heh. Suprise XD released it too early... Idk what happened... It was on my queue list but suddenly it posted itself ack... So it got released early T^T but thaz ok... Faith probably thought it was good enough to be released today XD🐧

Now enjoy you horny people ^^

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The Yule Ball came in like a hurricane. Severus was above the steps, watching over students, dancing and goofing around like lunatics. He scoffs as a thought comes back to him: how could he ever dance with you in this crowd?

He looks over students, trying not to look desperate as he looks for you. He tugged his vest, coughing lightly at his impatience as he looked around.

He wore a different style today, unlike his usual midnight blue clothes: a dark blue vest with a black polo, all covered with a robe with the darkest shade of blue. Sleeves reaching his wrists, and a high collar that hugged his neck. A white scarf wrapped around him for warmth, adding an elegant touch. His fitted black slock pants complemented his pitch-black shoes. He also sported a silver and green pocket watch, a thoughtful gift from Headmistress McGonagall to celebrate his survival. The overall look was both sophisticated and practical, perfect for the occasion.

Although he hated to change his clothes, Minerva troubled herself by buying him muggle clothes over the weekend (Minerva and the other professors went on a shopping spree last weekend; Severus did not come because you were there. He felt strangely weird saying no to Minerva because of that).

"You look all right, Severus," Minerva patted his waist. He grumbles in response; Minerva treats him like a son, and in exchange, Severus acts like it.

Suddenly conscious about his clothes, he wriggles his fingers between his collar and neck, tugging it slightly. Minerva rolls her eyes at this and smiles as she sees you enter the Great Hall. She nudges Severus's shoulders, and he groans and glares at her.

"Well, won't you look at that," Minerva points her chin towards you, smirking at Severus (she knows they talk about it over tea, and she'd laugh at Severus's rants).

Severus looks at where Minerva is pointing. Good heavens, you look gorgeous. His eyes went slowly from your well-adorned hair, pieces of golden cranes well kept in a half-bun. From your natural make-up that accentuated your eyes to the red lipstick that made your lips look tempting. You wore a Geisha-inspired kimono and proudly strolled down the hall as students gazed at your dress. This wasn't any ordinary dress. With its top hugging your figure tightly with the traditional Japanese Obi on your waist and pleated skirt flowing down to the floor, the dress featured a striking blend of black, gold, and red, adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes. You looked modestly like a goddess.

He couldn't look away from you for what felt like hours. You look terrific, and he concluded to himself to be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

"Stop staring, Severus, it is rude to stare." Minerva placed Severus back to reality. Oh Merlin, he was staring. He stood straight when you met his eye, smiling. Oh dear heaven, you were approaching him. His mind was a complete mess as he tried to look in another direction, trying to see if that would help (it didn't).

"Hello Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall," You greeted with a slight bow. Minerva smiled at you and pulled you in between herself and Severus (Clearly knowing what she was doing), and it slightly made your shoulders brush over his arm, making his spine tingle. Severus glared at Minerva from the back, and she winked at him. Severus was sure to strangle this old woman tomorrow at tea.

As the two talked for a while, it was time for the last slow dance music. Professor Slughorn asks Minerva for a dance, to which she agrees. The giddy lady loved dancing and was happy to take anyone's hand for a dance.

Which then left Severus and you standing in front.

Severus looked over as everyone started to dance slowly on the floor. Suddenly, remembering that you asked him for a dance, your presence became more prominent beside him. However, before he could ask you for a dance, you went closer to him, your shoulders brushing on his arm, and whispered, "Shall I take you in for this dance, Severus?" as you looked up at him.

Severus spine tingled in fevor, you looked so innocent asking him this. He nods as he puts his hands in the air, gesturing you to take it. As soon as you took his hands, your warmth enveloped his. It was making him smile ever so slightly.

As the two of you took the dance floor, you pulled him in closer. He knew how to dance, but the feeling of your chest and head on his made him forget his feet.

-----(Your POV)

Severus accidentally stepped on your gown, making you fall a bit backward. You grabbed the back of his neck as he gripped your waist tightly. Making you intertwined perfectly together, his cologne entrapped in your mind. It was shocking to think he wore a cologne. You looked up to see his hair had a bit of curls as well, which perfectly fit his new fashion style. You've seen that vest, and then it clicked. 'Ah... Minerva' and you smiled. He coughs softly as his fingers slowly loosen and brush your waist. It was a simple gesture of 'I'm sorry' as you two continued to dance.

"You look splendid today, Severus," you said as you looked at his clothes. Minerva knew how to dress his son very well. Your hands slowly sauntered down his chest, which made his breath hitch.

As you quickly looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his nose flared, and his mouth completely shut. Severus's cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, and although his ears were covered, you could see how red they were. You smirked at how your touch could make such a cold man feel warm.

As you see Severus's eyes open slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated at the sight of you. You smiled at that observation, to which he sighed.

You felt it as you twirled and held each other that night; he was slowly falling for you, too.

-----(Dance Finished, Severus POV)

Severus was ready to run away from you after that dance. He couldn't stop his fucking heart technically running around his body right now. His pants also felt tight; he concluded that Minerva must have bought the wrong size.

When everyone scattered about, and the rock music came, he walked out to scavenge students loitering about. However, to his surprise, you followed him instead of going back to chat with Minerva.

"Professor Y/n, are you to follow me around tonight as well?" he grunts, annoyed that he cannot simply run away from you.

"Actually... The headmistress asked me to be on watch for loitering students tonight, Severus. I believe you are too?" as you walked past him, looking at him mischievously.

He looked over to Minerva, who was beaming at him. 'Fuck you,' he mouthed before sprinting to follow you out.

Minerva laughed at this (she was used to the banter; she loved Severus like a son anyway).

-----(Outside where the carriages were, Still Snape's POV)

Severus ran to a carriage and opened it wide open. A couple squealed as he pulled the male student out of the carriage and scolded him, removing twenty points from his house. On the other hand, you gently assisted the female student and kindly removed twenty points from her house.

They soon ran off, which left you and Severus out and about again.

Severus then scoffs as he closes the carriage door and walks to the next to see if students are in it. He was trying his best to avert his attention from you; he had just given you his robe when he saw you shivering earlier. He was paying too much attention to you than himself, so he didn't notice his fingers turning blue from the cold, but you did.

"Professor, might I suggest we rest in this scavenger hunt for a while?" you said as you opened an empty carriage and gestured in, "It is a bit tad cold tonight. I don't think they'd mind for us to shelter ourselves here for a while," as you entered the empty carriage and gestured him in.

Severus raised a brow and crossed his arms to his chest. It was cold; he finally felt his fingers. He questioned your intensions at first before his mind felt his fingers again, slowl, he walks towards the carriage and slouches in.

The carriage's interior was more spacious than he had expected. Plush red cushions lined the seats, while the ceiling and doors were intricately decorated with golden vine-like stems. The tinted dark windows were enchanted to keep the cold at bay, offering warmth and comfort. It was a clever combination of luxury and magic. (He could stand up and do jumping jacks if he could, that's how spacious it was.)

He sat across you, his knees slightly brushing against yours. He was relishing the feeling of this contact when you suddenly moved away. He looked at you with curiosity as he saw you remove your heels.

He noticed how red your feet were; you were wearing a six-inch stiletto, after all.

You hissed as you folded and flexed your toes. It looked like it hurt a lot. Worried, Severus leans forward and slowly places his hands above yours. Severus doesn't know what has gone to him. He couldn't bear the thought of your hurt. It was weird; he just hated you minutes ago.

"Let me," he says, slightly softer than usual, as he looks at you. His breath hitched once more as he saw your face; even in the dark, your face showed like starlight. You were just gorgeous, not sure if anyone had told you that, but if he weren't too proud he would.

You nodded as you let go of your feet. To which he softly touches with his cold hands. You hiss as he slowly massages it, finally sighing as the pain slowly disappears.

As he finished, he looked up to you once more to see that you were already looking at him, but with hooded eyes. He gulps at the way you looked at him. He felt his stomach turn as you placed your feet down and leaned closer to him.

His cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red right now. It probably didn't show as the carriage was a bit dark, but your lips must have felt it.

Then it hit him; you were kissing his cheeks. He froze even further at that, and as you slowly moved away and looked at him in his eyes, he felt his pants tighten once more.

"Thank you, Severus." he melted to your touch on his other cheek. Your thumb softly caresses it. He whimpered softly as your touch disappeared. Opening his eyes to see you removing his coat from your shoulder and resting it beside you.

In this, Severus again has a look at your dress. He didn't notice at first, but your top was a slanted-styled zipper up to your neck. A unique way to close a dress, he thought as he raised his brow.

"Want it off, Severus?" a question that made his shoulders jolt slightly. He just got caught looking at your chest. He didn't mean to. "What, no... I was just admiring your dress, that's all," he grunts way too fast for his painful throat to manage.

He coughed again, pained by the scar; darn, Nagini doesn't even get to kill him; now, he has to suffer this pain his whole life.

-----(Your POV)

Your smirk falters as he grasps his throat, clearly pained by the scar. Minerva had told you about the scar's history, which made you like Severus more.

Worried that you might have teased him too much this time, you lean forward once again as your warm hands wrap his throat. He looks up at you with dilated eyes again and sighs as if the pain is gone from the mere sight of you.

Your eyes flickered down his parted lips and back to his pleading eyes. There was no way you could stop yourself now.

"May I?" you asked with a tint of hesitance. Severus looks at you, shocked, but is melting once more as you caress his cheeks. You see him look at your lips as he bites his. "Yes," he whispers, a bit throaty.

With that, you lean forward slowly, feeling his breath on your lips, feeling your skin touch, sending a jolt of pleasure everywhere your body.

-----(Mixed POV)

Severus whimpers in between soft kisses. Your lips were as soft as they looked, and you tasted like that strawberry champagne you took.

In contrast, his lips were cold. A bit chapped from his thirst for you. You licked his lips to soften it a bit, to which he groaned softly. His hands traveled down both sides of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Severus's breath hitched as you slowly entered your tongue to his as he groaned. Tightly holding your waist as you had his neck slightly choking him, not too tight to pain or block his airway but enough to make him forget about the bite.

As he savors the taste of your tongue on him, he pulls you closer as he feels both your bare legs on each side of his thighs. He didn't notice your skirt had a slit up to your knees on each side until now when he guided his hands down to it, gently moving his hands up and down it.

You feel Severus' hands on your calves, gently caressing them. He was moaning to your kisses, sloppy and deep. You then removed his white scarf, unbuttoned his vest, and threw it with his coat across the carriage where you last sat.

You then started to unbutton his polo but didn't remove it entirely; you just opened it slightly to draw circles slowly down his chest.

Severus bucks his hips at the stimulations you were ministering on him. He shakingly unzips your upper dress and is shocked to learn that you wore nothing as your chest bounces out of the dress, making his eyes widen.

You smiled between kisses at seeing Severus' mouth drool as you held his hands and guided them to massage your chest. He wasn't confident at first, but as you started to grind on him, his grip on it became more skilled as you two moaned at the moment.

You soon went down his chin, kissing and nibbling your way to his neck and scar. To which Severus shivers and moans. His moans were deep and husky, and his hold on you was getting tighter; it was sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, you thought.

As you bite his neck, Severus moans your name and tightly grips your waist through the slit of your dress. "Dont-ah~... Tease me like that..." he shivers as he bobs his head back to give you more access.

You smirk at this and slowly unbelt his slocks as he slowly tugs at your panties and kisses the crook of your neck, breathing heavily at your touches.

As you remove his belt and unzip his slocks, you slowly move your hand through his clothed cock as his hips buck slightly. "Y-y/n, please... Please stop... Teasing me..." he whimpers as he grabs your bare ass and squeezes it, which makes you jump and moan softly.

"You want in Sevy?" as you slowly place your hands in his boxers, to which he moans your name and closes his eyes with his head on the golden intricacies of the carriage.

You massage his stiff shaft, smirking at the size of him. He was bigger than you thought; his length was definitely longer than your fingers, and his grit was bigger than what it felt like earlier on the dance floor.

Severus moans a bit too loudly as he feels you spread his precum all over his tip with your thumb. Hips shuddering in pleasure as he nodded hazingly. Severus wanted to feel you and your warmth. He wanted to see if his dreams about you were accurate. His mind and hands were all over you right now. Trying to hold whatever it is you gave him.

"Please... Y/n... I want to feel you... Please," he whimpered as he brought his lips to your bare chest and licked circles on your nipples, making you arch your back slightly as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer with your other hand, busy placing circles on his tip, spreading his wet essence.

"But we'll need to talk," you said as you stood up to remove your black laced panties and place them together with Severus's vest.

Severus looked over the pile of clothes and back at you with lust-filled eyes. His breath was heavy as he waited for you to straddle him once more. It was for a brink moment, but he missed your weight on him.

But before you straddled him, you licked your hand and placed it on his now free shaft, twitching ever so slightly, making him hiss in the sudden cold temperature. You didn't mind this and spread your saliva all over him to lubricate him.

Severus's mind was in turmoil as your wet hands stimulated him further. He could have come to this only, but he stopped himself as he wanted to cum after you did.

"Talk about... Ah... About what?" he asks, looking at you with one eye, his mouth ajar.

"Our relationship," as you nodded, satisfied with how lubricated his cock looked. He was ready for you.

Severus's eyes shot open at your words but closed again when you straddled him and aligned yourself to his length—burying yourself to the brim slowly.

His dick twitched inside of you as you engulfed his size perfectly. "What... I... How..." he wanted to ask how they would talk with him in you, but you shushed him.

"I'll keep you in until you confess. I will not move," you whispered in his ears before licking it.

Severus moans at this. His grip on your waist tightens. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as your pussy clenched on him. He could really cum with just this, and he was already going mad at how you licked and nibbled on his ear.

"Wha-what is there to confess..." he hissed as you bit the bottom of his ears. His mind was going blank with everything that was happening.

"I know you dream about me, Severus; Minerva has told me about your rants," Severus's mind was a mess; at this point, he didn't care what Minerva said; all he cared about was how he was going to keep himself from cumming. "Don't blame her, though... She just wants his baby boy happy" his dick twitches once again.

You felt his shaft twitch inside of you when you called him 'baby boy,' making you smirk. "You like it when I call you 'baby boy' Severus?" you asked coyly, to which he moaned, "Y-yes..." somewhat quite airy.

"Do you like me, Severus?" As you slowly moved your hips front and back, which made his tip tickled that spot in you, making you moan softly into his ear.

Severus' eyes fluttered shut at your movement, his hands gripping onto your moving hips as he groans. "I... I do..." he whispers, unable to speak as your movements speed up slightly faster.

That's what it took for you to move faster. You cast a silencing, lock, and steady spell onto the carriage and rocked your hips up and down his shaft. "Fuck," you moaned. "I knew you'd finally be mine," as you enveloped his neck with your arms and placed your face on the crook of his neck, becoming a moaning mess as his shaft touched your G-spot.

Severus doesn't even notice how you effortlessly cast the spells, his focus on how your insides were clutching on his shaft like a vice. Milking his very being like its life depended on it. "Y/n..." he moaned rather loudly as the sounds of squelching from your movement made him even hot and bothered.

His hands roughly caressed any skin he could touch from you as he became a moaning mess. "Y/n... I... I'm close..." he says between gritted teeth as he nuzzles your head, resting on his shoulders with his nose and inhaling your scent. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.

"It's ok, baby boy, I'm here. Come in me... you can come in me..." as you moved faster and harder. Opening your legs wider to have his shaft deeper into you. He bucks his hips at the sudden change of sensation and screams your name like a prayer.

You feel his liquid spilling out of you as you reach your orgasm with him. Making your insides squelch in his gushing shaft. It was not enough, though, "I... want more..." you say as beads of sweat ran to your skins.

Severus whimpers at this; he wasn't too sure if he could do one more round. "Please, Severus," you begged him as you placed soft kisses on his neck, which gave him the energy to swiftly lift you and turn you around, your face onto the red cushion across where you two sat.

He shakingly lifted your skirt to see your leaking cunt. His breath hitches, and his cock hardens back at the mere sight of it.

"I... I don't know if I can," he shakingly caresses your ass as he aligns himself as you lifted yourself back. "I know you can," as you pushed back to his shaft, to which his head lolls back, his grip back on your waist, and he whimpers and groans at the overstimulation. Your insides just felt too good to say no to.

As you moved relentlessly on him, he stood there behind you as you moved back and forth. His hands gripped your bundled skirt up your waist, pulling you slightly, guiding your rhythm as if asking you to move faster as his lips chant your name. He bent forward to trace kisses down your nape as he moaned praises to your ear.

"You feel too good, dear... too good," he whimpers as he feels your insides tighten on him again, making him hiss. "Oh... love, please come... please... I want to feel you again," He exclaims in his panting voice, forgetting the pain on his neck as he openly thrusts his hips forward, making you yelp in pleasure.

With that, you felt a sudden gush of white noise ringing your ear and arched your back as you reached your high once more. Severus wasn't too far behind as his thrust became sloppy and followed behind, releasing another batch of his seed deep in you as he cursed out your name in pleasure, digging his nail deep into your hips.

As both of you finally came down from your orgasms, you chuckled as he slowly removed his now soft cock out and whimpered at the sight of your cunt gushing the mix of his seed with your wet insides, clenching softly to nothing.

He slams his back to the cushion behind him as he accio'd a towel to clean you up. Sending shivers down your spine as he patted the cloth in your swollen cunt.

You spell the seed clean out of you and fix Severus up as he fixes your clothes. After minutes of fixing each other, you decided to sit on his lap and sigh on his shoulders.

"I guess we a thing now?" you asked as you placed circles on his now buttoned-up polo and vest. He sighed, "Yes, I suppose we are," as he picked a strand of your hair and tucked it in behind your ear, making you shiver with joy.

-----(After 5 minutes of resting, Severus's POV)

"We should get back to scavenging," you joked as Severus looked up at you, stopping his hands from softly caressing your hips. He nodded as you stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Severus jumped behind, taking his coat from the carriage, and wore it before holding your shoulders and enveloping you in the coat. He felt like it was the right thing to do now that he was yours. He felt your head slowly planted onto his chest, and he sighed. He has never felt warm for a long time, and you on his chest sent butterflies in his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly, afraid that this happiness might pass. It worried him that such a beautiful lady like you would even choose to be with him, but he soon forgot all these thoughts as you turned around, nuzzled your face deep in his chest, and murmured. "The Headmistress is here."

He looked up to see Minerva grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the two of you snuggling. He could also see how Professor Slughorn frowned as he handed Minerva galleons; he scoffed at this and kissed your forehead again, "It's alright, you know she knows anyways," as you chuckled on his chest.

Indeed, now he does know why faith has kept him alive.

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The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part Two)

(Severus Snape x Reader)

Part one, Part two

(Gif ain't mine > @jetemots)

✨NSFW [SemiSub! Severus(switch really), Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Swear Words, Tad full of sarcasm, Severus being a good (cold) boy, Slight Choking, I think that's all... Please comment below if you find something to put in here that I missed], Severus just being a cutie ^^✨

🐧I did a voting thing and yall wanted NSFW Maho Severus Part 2 so... Here you go hehehe enjoy *wink wink. Also went on a full writer mode XD so this might be a bit long heh. Suprise XD released it too early... Idk what happened... It was on my queue list but suddenly it posted itself ack... So it got released early T^T but thaz ok... Faith probably thought it was good enough to be released today XD🐧

Now enjoy you horny people ^^

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The Yule Ball came in like a hurricane. Severus was above the steps, watching over students, dancing and goofing around like lunatics. He scoffs as a thought comes back to him: how could he ever dance with you in this crowd?

He looks over students, trying not to look desperate as he looks for you. He tugged his vest, coughing lightly at his impatience as he looked around.

He wore a different style today, unlike his usual midnight blue clothes: a dark blue vest with a black polo, all covered with a robe with the darkest shade of blue. Sleeves reaching his wrists, and a high collar that hugged his neck. A white scarf wrapped around him for warmth, adding an elegant touch. His fitted black slock pants complemented his pitch-black shoes. He also sported a silver and green pocket watch, a thoughtful gift from Headmistress McGonagall to celebrate his survival. The overall look was both sophisticated and practical, perfect for the occasion.

Although he hated to change his clothes, Minerva troubled herself by buying him muggle clothes over the weekend (Minerva and the other professors went on a shopping spree last weekend; Severus did not come because you were there. He felt strangely weird saying no to Minerva because of that).

"You look all right, Severus," Minerva patted his waist. He grumbles in response; Minerva treats him like a son, and in exchange, Severus acts like it.

Suddenly conscious about his clothes, he wriggles his fingers between his collar and neck, tugging it slightly. Minerva rolls her eyes at this and smiles as she sees you enter the Great Hall. She nudges Severus's shoulders, and he groans and glares at her.

"Well, won't you look at that," Minerva points her chin towards you, smirking at Severus (she knows they talk about it over tea, and she'd laugh at Severus's rants).

Severus looks at where Minerva is pointing. Good heavens, you look gorgeous. His eyes went slowly from your well-adorned hair, pieces of golden cranes well kept in a half-bun. From your natural make-up that accentuated your eyes to the red lipstick that made your lips look tempting. You wore a Geisha-inspired kimono and proudly strolled down the hall as students gazed at your dress. This wasn't any ordinary dress. With its top hugging your figure tightly with the traditional Japanese Obi on your waist and pleated skirt flowing down to the floor, the dress featured a striking blend of black, gold, and red, adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes. You looked modestly like a goddess.

He couldn't look away from you for what felt like hours. You look terrific, and he concluded to himself to be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

"Stop staring, Severus, it is rude to stare." Minerva placed Severus back to reality. Oh Merlin, he was staring. He stood straight when you met his eye, smiling. Oh dear heaven, you were approaching him. His mind was a complete mess as he tried to look in another direction, trying to see if that would help (it didn't).

"Hello Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall," You greeted with a slight bow. Minerva smiled at you and pulled you in between herself and Severus (Clearly knowing what she was doing), and it slightly made your shoulders brush over his arm, making his spine tingle. Severus glared at Minerva from the back, and she winked at him. Severus was sure to strangle this old woman tomorrow at tea.

As the two talked for a while, it was time for the last slow dance music. Professor Slughorn asks Minerva for a dance, to which she agrees. The giddy lady loved dancing and was happy to take anyone's hand for a dance.

Which then left Severus and you standing in front.

Severus looked over as everyone started to dance slowly on the floor. Suddenly, remembering that you asked him for a dance, your presence became more prominent beside him. However, before he could ask you for a dance, you went closer to him, your shoulders brushing on his arm, and whispered, "Shall I take you in for this dance, Severus?" as you looked up at him.

Severus spine tingled in fevor, you looked so innocent asking him this. He nods as he puts his hands in the air, gesturing you to take it. As soon as you took his hands, your warmth enveloped his. It was making him smile ever so slightly.

As the two of you took the dance floor, you pulled him in closer. He knew how to dance, but the feeling of your chest and head on his made him forget his feet.

-----(Your POV)

Severus accidentally stepped on your gown, making you fall a bit backward. You grabbed the back of his neck as he gripped your waist tightly. Making you intertwined perfectly together, his cologne entrapped in your mind. It was shocking to think he wore a cologne. You looked up to see his hair had a bit of curls as well, which perfectly fit his new fashion style. You've seen that vest, and then it clicked. 'Ah... Minerva' and you smiled. He coughs softly as his fingers slowly loosen and brush your waist. It was a simple gesture of 'I'm sorry' as you two continued to dance.

"You look splendid today, Severus," you said as you looked at his clothes. Minerva knew how to dress his son very well. Your hands slowly sauntered down his chest, which made his breath hitch.

As you quickly looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his nose flared, and his mouth completely shut. Severus's cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, and although his ears were covered, you could see how red they were. You smirked at how your touch could make such a cold man feel warm.

As you see Severus's eyes open slightly, his pupils suddenly dilated at the sight of you. You smiled at that observation, to which he sighed.

You felt it as you twirled and held each other that night; he was slowly falling for you, too.

-----(Dance Finished, Severus POV)

Severus was ready to run away from you after that dance. He couldn't stop his fucking heart technically running around his body right now. His pants also felt tight; he concluded that Minerva must have bought the wrong size.

When everyone scattered about, and the rock music came, he walked out to scavenge students loitering about. However, to his surprise, you followed him instead of going back to chat with Minerva.

"Professor Y/n, are you to follow me around tonight as well?" he grunts, annoyed that he cannot simply run away from you.

"Actually... The headmistress asked me to be on watch for loitering students tonight, Severus. I believe you are too?" as you walked past him, looking at him mischievously.

He looked over to Minerva, who was beaming at him. 'Fuck you,' he mouthed before sprinting to follow you out.

Minerva laughed at this (she was used to the banter; she loved Severus like a son anyway).

-----(Outside where the carriages were, Still Snape's POV)

Severus ran to a carriage and opened it wide open. A couple squealed as he pulled the male student out of the carriage and scolded him, removing twenty points from his house. On the other hand, you gently assisted the female student and kindly removed twenty points from her house.

They soon ran off, which left you and Severus out and about again.

Severus then scoffs as he closes the carriage door and walks to the next to see if students are in it. He was trying his best to avert his attention from you; he had just given you his robe when he saw you shivering earlier. He was paying too much attention to you than himself, so he didn't notice his fingers turning blue from the cold, but you did.

"Professor, might I suggest we rest in this scavenger hunt for a while?" you said as you opened an empty carriage and gestured in, "It is a bit tad cold tonight. I don't think they'd mind for us to shelter ourselves here for a while," as you entered the empty carriage and gestured him in.

Severus raised a brow and crossed his arms to his chest. It was cold; he finally felt his fingers. He questioned your intensions at first before his mind felt his fingers again, slowl, he walks towards the carriage and slouches in.

The carriage's interior was more spacious than he had expected. Plush red cushions lined the seats, while the ceiling and doors were intricately decorated with golden vine-like stems. The tinted dark windows were enchanted to keep the cold at bay, offering warmth and comfort. It was a clever combination of luxury and magic. (He could stand up and do jumping jacks if he could, that's how spacious it was.)

He sat across you, his knees slightly brushing against yours. He was relishing the feeling of this contact when you suddenly moved away. He looked at you with curiosity as he saw you remove your heels.

He noticed how red your feet were; you were wearing a six-inch stiletto, after all.

You hissed as you folded and flexed your toes. It looked like it hurt a lot. Worried, Severus leans forward and slowly places his hands above yours. Severus doesn't know what has gone to him. He couldn't bear the thought of your hurt. It was weird; he just hated you minutes ago.

"Let me," he says, slightly softer than usual, as he looks at you. His breath hitched once more as he saw your face; even in the dark, your face showed like starlight. You were just gorgeous, not sure if anyone had told you that, but if he weren't too proud he would.

You nodded as you let go of your feet. To which he softly touches with his cold hands. You hiss as he slowly massages it, finally sighing as the pain slowly disappears.

As he finished, he looked up to you once more to see that you were already looking at him, but with hooded eyes. He gulps at the way you looked at him. He felt his stomach turn as you placed your feet down and leaned closer to him.

His cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red right now. It probably didn't show as the carriage was a bit dark, but your lips must have felt it.

Then it hit him; you were kissing his cheeks. He froze even further at that, and as you slowly moved away and looked at him in his eyes, he felt his pants tighten once more.

"Thank you, Severus." he melted to your touch on his other cheek. Your thumb softly caresses it. He whimpered softly as your touch disappeared. Opening his eyes to see you removing his coat from your shoulder and resting it beside you.

In this, Severus again has a look at your dress. He didn't notice at first, but your top was a slanted-styled zipper up to your neck. A unique way to close a dress, he thought as he raised his brow.

"Want it off, Severus?" a question that made his shoulders jolt slightly. He just got caught looking at your chest. He didn't mean to. "What, no... I was just admiring your dress, that's all," he grunts way too fast for his painful throat to manage.

He coughed again, pained by the scar; darn, Nagini doesn't even get to kill him; now, he has to suffer this pain his whole life.

-----(Your POV)

Your smirk falters as he grasps his throat, clearly pained by the scar. Minerva had told you about the scar's history, which made you like Severus more.

Worried that you might have teased him too much this time, you lean forward once again as your warm hands wrap his throat. He looks up at you with dilated eyes again and sighs as if the pain is gone from the mere sight of you.

Your eyes flickered down his parted lips and back to his pleading eyes. There was no way you could stop yourself now.

"May I?" you asked with a tint of hesitance. Severus looks at you, shocked, but is melting once more as you caress his cheeks. You see him look at your lips as he bites his. "Yes," he whispers, a bit throaty.

With that, you lean forward slowly, feeling his breath on your lips, feeling your skin touch, sending a jolt of pleasure everywhere your body.

-----(Mixed POV)

Severus whimpers in between soft kisses. Your lips were as soft as they looked, and you tasted like that strawberry champagne you took.

In contrast, his lips were cold. A bit chapped from his thirst for you. You licked his lips to soften it a bit, to which he groaned softly. His hands traveled down both sides of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Severus's breath hitched as you slowly entered your tongue to his as he groaned. Tightly holding your waist as you had his neck slightly choking him, not too tight to pain or block his airway but enough to make him forget about the bite.

As he savors the taste of your tongue on him, he pulls you closer as he feels both your bare legs on each side of his thighs. He didn't notice your skirt had a slit up to your knees on each side until now when he guided his hands down to it, gently moving his hands up and down it.

You feel Severus' hands on your calves, gently caressing them. He was moaning to your kisses, sloppy and deep. You then removed his white scarf, unbuttoned his vest, and threw it with his coat across the carriage where you last sat.

You then started to unbutton his polo but didn't remove it entirely; you just opened it slightly to draw circles slowly down his chest.

Severus bucks his hips at the stimulations you were ministering on him. He shakingly unzips your upper dress and is shocked to learn that you wore nothing as your chest bounces out of the dress, making his eyes widen.

You smiled between kisses at seeing Severus' mouth drool as you held his hands and guided them to massage your chest. He wasn't confident at first, but as you started to grind on him, his grip on it became more skilled as you two moaned at the moment.

You soon went down his chin, kissing and nibbling your way to his neck and scar. To which Severus shivers and moans. His moans were deep and husky, and his hold on you was getting tighter; it was sure to leave marks tomorrow morning, you thought.

As you bite his neck, Severus moans your name and tightly grips your waist through the slit of your dress. "Dont-ah~... Tease me like that..." he shivers as he bobs his head back to give you more access.

You smirk at this and slowly unbelt his slocks as he slowly tugs at your panties and kisses the crook of your neck, breathing heavily at your touches.

As you remove his belt and unzip his slocks, you slowly move your hand through his clothed cock as his hips buck slightly. "Y-y/n, please... Please stop... Teasing me..." he whimpers as he grabs your bare ass and squeezes it, which makes you jump and moan softly.

"You want in Sevy?" as you slowly place your hands in his boxers, to which he moans your name and closes his eyes with his head on the golden intricacies of the carriage.

You massage his stiff shaft, smirking at the size of him. He was bigger than you thought; his length was definitely longer than your fingers, and his grit was bigger than what it felt like earlier on the dance floor.

Severus moans a bit too loudly as he feels you spread his precum all over his tip with your thumb. Hips shuddering in pleasure as he nodded hazingly. Severus wanted to feel you and your warmth. He wanted to see if his dreams about you were accurate. His mind and hands were all over you right now. Trying to hold whatever it is you gave him.

"Please... Y/n... I want to feel you... Please," he whimpered as he brought his lips to your bare chest and licked circles on your nipples, making you arch your back slightly as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer with your other hand, busy placing circles on his tip, spreading his wet essence.

"But we'll need to talk," you said as you stood up to remove your black laced panties and place them together with Severus's vest.

Severus looked over the pile of clothes and back at you with lust-filled eyes. His breath was heavy as he waited for you to straddle him once more. It was for a brink moment, but he missed your weight on him.

But before you straddled him, you licked your hand and placed it on his now free shaft, twitching ever so slightly, making him hiss in the sudden cold temperature. You didn't mind this and spread your saliva all over him to lubricate him.

Severus's mind was in turmoil as your wet hands stimulated him further. He could have come to this only, but he stopped himself as he wanted to cum after you did.

"Talk about... Ah... About what?" he asks, looking at you with one eye, his mouth ajar.

"Our relationship," as you nodded, satisfied with how lubricated his cock looked. He was ready for you.

Severus's eyes shot open at your words but closed again when you straddled him and aligned yourself to his length—burying yourself to the brim slowly.

His dick twitched inside of you as you engulfed his size perfectly. "What... I... How..." he wanted to ask how they would talk with him in you, but you shushed him.

"I'll keep you in until you confess. I will not move," you whispered in his ears before licking it.

Severus moans at this. His grip on your waist tightens. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as your pussy clenched on him. He could really cum with just this, and he was already going mad at how you licked and nibbled on his ear.

"Wha-what is there to confess..." he hissed as you bit the bottom of his ears. His mind was going blank with everything that was happening.

"I know you dream about me, Severus; Minerva has told me about your rants," Severus's mind was a mess; at this point, he didn't care what Minerva said; all he cared about was how he was going to keep himself from cumming. "Don't blame her, though... She just wants his baby boy happy" his dick twitches once again.

You felt his shaft twitch inside of you when you called him 'baby boy,' making you smirk. "You like it when I call you 'baby boy' Severus?" you asked coyly, to which he moaned, "Y-yes..." somewhat quite airy.

"Do you like me, Severus?" As you slowly moved your hips front and back, which made his tip tickled that spot in you, making you moan softly into his ear.

Severus' eyes fluttered shut at your movement, his hands gripping onto your moving hips as he groans. "I... I do..." he whispers, unable to speak as your movements speed up slightly faster.

That's what it took for you to move faster. You cast a silencing, lock, and steady spell onto the carriage and rocked your hips up and down his shaft. "Fuck," you moaned. "I knew you'd finally be mine," as you enveloped his neck with your arms and placed your face on the crook of his neck, becoming a moaning mess as his shaft touched your G-spot.

Severus doesn't even notice how you effortlessly cast the spells, his focus on how your insides were clutching on his shaft like a vice. Milking his very being like its life depended on it. "Y/n..." he moaned rather loudly as the sounds of squelching from your movement made him even hot and bothered.

His hands roughly caressed any skin he could touch from you as he became a moaning mess. "Y/n... I... I'm close..." he says between gritted teeth as he nuzzles your head, resting on his shoulders with his nose and inhaling your scent. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.

"It's ok, baby boy, I'm here. Come in me... you can come in me..." as you moved faster and harder. Opening your legs wider to have his shaft deeper into you. He bucks his hips at the sudden change of sensation and screams your name like a prayer.

You feel his liquid spilling out of you as you reach your orgasm with him. Making your insides squelch in his gushing shaft. It was not enough, though, "I... want more..." you say as beads of sweat ran to your skins.

Severus whimpers at this; he wasn't too sure if he could do one more round. "Please, Severus," you begged him as you placed soft kisses on his neck, which gave him the energy to swiftly lift you and turn you around, your face onto the red cushion across where you two sat.

He shakingly lifted your skirt to see your leaking cunt. His breath hitches, and his cock hardens back at the mere sight of it.

"I... I don't know if I can," he shakingly caresses your ass as he aligns himself as you lifted yourself back. "I know you can," as you pushed back to his shaft, to which his head lolls back, his grip back on your waist, and he whimpers and groans at the overstimulation. Your insides just felt too good to say no to.

As you moved relentlessly on him, he stood there behind you as you moved back and forth. His hands gripped your bundled skirt up your waist, pulling you slightly, guiding your rhythm as if asking you to move faster as his lips chant your name. He bent forward to trace kisses down your nape as he moaned praises to your ear.

"You feel too good, dear... too good," he whimpers as he feels your insides tighten on him again, making him hiss. "Oh... love, please come... please... I want to feel you again," He exclaims in his panting voice, forgetting the pain on his neck as he openly thrusts his hips forward, making you yelp in pleasure.

With that, you felt a sudden gush of white noise ringing your ear and arched your back as you reached your high once more. Severus wasn't too far behind as his thrust became sloppy and followed behind, releasing another batch of his seed deep in you as he cursed out your name in pleasure, digging his nail deep into your hips.

As both of you finally came down from your orgasms, you chuckled as he slowly removed his now soft cock out and whimpered at the sight of your cunt gushing the mix of his seed with your wet insides, clenching softly to nothing.

He slams his back to the cushion behind him as he accio'd a towel to clean you up. Sending shivers down your spine as he patted the cloth in your swollen cunt.

You spell the seed clean out of you and fix Severus up as he fixes your clothes. After minutes of fixing each other, you decided to sit on his lap and sigh on his shoulders.

"I guess we a thing now?" you asked as you placed circles on his now buttoned-up polo and vest. He sighed, "Yes, I suppose we are," as he picked a strand of your hair and tucked it in behind your ear, making you shiver with joy.

-----(After 5 minutes of resting, Severus's POV)

"We should get back to scavenging," you joked as Severus looked up at you, stopping his hands from softly caressing your hips. He nodded as you stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped out.

Severus jumped behind, taking his coat from the carriage, and wore it before holding your shoulders and enveloping you in the coat. He felt like it was the right thing to do now that he was yours. He felt your head slowly planted onto his chest, and he sighed. He has never felt warm for a long time, and you on his chest sent butterflies in his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly, afraid that this happiness might pass. It worried him that such a beautiful lady like you would even choose to be with him, but he soon forgot all these thoughts as you turned around, nuzzled your face deep in his chest, and murmured. "The Headmistress is here."

He looked up to see Minerva grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the two of you snuggling. He could also see how Professor Slughorn frowned as he handed Minerva galleons; he scoffed at this and kissed your forehead again, "It's alright, you know she knows anyways," as you chuckled on his chest.

Indeed, now he does know why faith has kept him alive.