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CHAPTER 10 (LAST CHAPTER)
Lowkey not proud of this aha :"[
Will write another fic soon tho :3 currently writing one and taking my sweet time making it better.
For now enjoy this ^^ (might rewrite it once I find time hehehe)
The Mahoutokoro DADA Professor (Part One)
(Severus Snape x Reader)
Part one, Part Two
(gif ain't mine > idk I saw it one day and saved it then forgot... But it's not mine :"3)
✨Pure fluff, maybe a lil angst heh dunno XD and a tad full of sarcasm✨
🐧AH! Suddenly had an idea to write a character where she's from an asian country and Snape is just so intrigued and annoyed by her XD. Enjoy my imaginations (didn't use grammarly on this one so it might have some grammar errors pls be kind :"3)
OH also I was inspired to write this with that one shot I dont remembor :"3 please dm me if you whoever wrote this somewhat the same trope sees or reads this, so I can tag you or maybe remove it if you request so🐧
Now enjoy ^^
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As Hogwarts came to another start, Severus Snape found himself sitted once again in the great hall with the insufferable children in front of him.
The war has ended, and two years have passed since his close call with death. He wished it had ended that way, though; he really has no clue what faith has put in on him again.
Nothing out of the ordinary has changed in two years, except well the dark lord being defeated and him being awarded the Merlins honor for his sacrifices, along with the Pince riches and manor named after him. He scowled at that house, and he couldn't fathom the idea of living in it, so he stayed in his humble home at the end of Spinners End.
There was a new addition to the staff, though. Professor Y/N/L, you teach the subject he has been eyeing for quite some time now, DADA.
McGonagall hired you last year, with recommendations from Hermoine of course. She has placed good words for you, complimenting how you had helped her with advocating elf rights and how you have helped Harry in defeating scoundrels of the wizarding world as an auror.
There was something unique about you, too. You didn't graduate from Hogwarts like Hermoine or Harry; you graduated from the far east. To be exact you graduated with golden robes from Mahoutokoro Wizarding School Japan.
Everyone was giddy when McGonagall introduced you in the great hall. You were wearing your golden robes, depicting your Mahoutokoro origin. You probably were the same age as Severus (having graduated from Mahoutokoro in 1971, a year early due to your exceptional skills). Severus was the least giddy, though; he despised the fact you took the spot to his dream position.
He took your presence as a challenge, and he cannot wait to embarrass you in front of the students if you ever asked for a sample duel.
And that day did came.
On October 2, 2000, you knocked on his classroom door in the middle of his potions class. You slowly peeked your head at his dungeon door and smiled at him.
Oh, how he despised your bright smile.
"Hello, Professor Snape, " you greeted as you kept your body behind the door.
Severus raised a brow and enveloped himself with his black robe. "Professor Y/L, what a pleasure to have your presence," his voice like a hoarse rumble of thunder. Nagini's bite wasn't too kind to him after the years. It pains him to speak, but he has gotten used to it now.
"Well..." you muttered under your breath as you entered his classroom. The eyes of his students are on you but are back on their cauldrons as soon as Severus slams a notebook to one table.
"Is it alright to ask you to come with me for a sample duel?" the words rolled out your mouth, startled by the sudden burst of noise that echoed throughout room.
Severus smirked slightly. 'It was his time to shine,' he thought as he pulled his sleeves up and crossed his arms. "I suppose after class?"
You nodded with a smile and gave him the details of what time the duel would be held before thanking him as you left.
Severus curtly nods at you, a welcome, I suppose, or more of a thank you. As soon as you left, he swiftly turned around and walked straight to his desk. Severus had a genuine smile plastered on his face, his thoughts running wild on how he could embarrass you infront of your students. He felt victorious even with his thoughts.
Some of his students saw this smile and were terrified by it. He's gone mad.
------ (Duel ends)
Severus was in disbelief. Shocked, totaled, bamboozled, whatever it is you name that depicts a man who just lost his wits AND WAND!
He stood there dumbfounded as you gripped his wand with your hand.
You hit him with a successful expelliarmus at what felt like 2 minutes of exchanging spells!
"Now, children, expelliarmus is a spell you do to take an opponent's wand. Using it wisely, along with other spells exchanged by me and Professor Snape, is one way to win a duel or to pass your OWLS and NEWTS," you exclaimed, walking towards Severus and handing him his wand.
You called out names of students to watch them duel. Severus walked down the duel table, his demeanor unchanged and cold, but his insides were in turmoil. He had just been defeated, infront of her and her students.
You patted his back, which made him even tad furious at how he just lost that duel. How good were you to be able to defeat him? Has he lost his talent in duelling? Is he perhaps aging too fast?
"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself, " you said as you watched your students duel.
He glared down at you, only his eyes moving as he scoffed. 'unbelievable,' he thought. He lost to a little midget like you.
He had to do something about this humiliation. With that, he scurried away from you and into the dungeons, preparing himself from the daily torment of the memory of losing from you.
-----(Your POV before he left)
Severus stood beside you as you two stepped down the duel table.
You had caught him at his most unexpected moment and effortlessly defeated him in the duel. You were a gifted dueller, after all.
As you watched your students duel, you looked up to see Severus with his usual cold demeanor. However, as you looked down at his hands, you could see how he gripped his hands. You smiled warmly at the thought of him even thinking about this moment more than once in the future.
"You did well, professor. Don't be too harsh on yourself," you said as you watched your students duel. You hear him scoff at you before twirling dramatically around and leaving.
You smile at that, and as you hear the door close shut, you stop your student's duel and end the class for the day.
A few days have passed since your duel with Severus, and he has been avoiding you since then. You felt it since he was always following you around before, and it's not that you don't like it. You actually do.
You've liked him since the day you arrived; you've always had a thing for dark, dramatic, gothic men, and he was the spite image of that.
You've always tried to start a conversation with him, to which he either scoffs or replies a bit dryly. You don't blame him, that scar in his neck must've hurt.
As you walk the open hallways of Hogwarts, passing by and greeting students, you see his familiar silhouette. He was walking away from you a bit too fast for his normal phase. You smile at this and tried following him to where he was going.
-----(Back to Severus POV)
Severus has been dreaming about you. Silly encantation, you must have placed some sort of spell on him while in duel, he concluded to himself.
His dreams started with you kissing him on his lips at first to you straddling his lap. He'd wake up with beads of sweat all over his body despite the cold temperatures of the dungeons where his chamber was. There was a constant tent on his blanket too! He despised you even more when you've become an apparent dream of his.
It has been almost two months now since the duel. Severus has been avoiding you since, embarrassed from the duel and ashamed of the silly dreams he's been having. He can't believe he's been dreaming of you, LIKE THAT TOO?!
December 15, 2000. He decided to walk Hogwart's open corridors to get some breather. He had to do something with you, scold you for coming to his mind, his dreams, his nightmares, his... His everything.
He shook his head, no way. NO WAY he has feelings for you. NO WAY.
As he turned the corner and walked even faster, he sees you being greeted by students. His body tensing up, as he quickly eyes you head to toe.
It's been days since he last saw you, and you were as marvelous as you looked from the last. Your hair tied up in a messy bun, your golden robe over your dark blue wizard clothes beautifully insinuating your figure, and oh... Your smile. He hated that bright smile, but he blushed every time you gave him that smile.
He quickly turned around and swiftly walked away from you. Walked? He RAN.
He never felt like this, not even with Lily. He felt like a schoolgirl running away from the sight of their crush. Jeez, he really needed to man up sometimes.
"Professor Snape!" he heard you exclaim. He paused in his tracks. Shit.
He turns around to see you walking towards him, with that darn smile again.
"Professor," he mutters, trying to compose himself. Hopefully his not showing much emotions or blushing. His cheeks felt hot though, darn it.
"Would you like to go to Yule Ball with me?" you asked sweetly.
Severus was frozen. He never thought he'd ever be asked to go to Yule Ball. Not even as a professor.
He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "And why would I say yes to that?" his voice sultry and rough.
You smiled again, he's going to have a heart attack anytime soon, he could feel it.
"Well... You could always say no. I wouldn't mind asking Professor Fin-"
"Nonsense, you can never dance with such a tiny man. It'd be best if you dance with me, by practicality ofcourse" he grunts in a way that flowed out of his mouth.
You laughed, which made Severus's heart do cartwheels.
"That's settled then." as you turn around and leave.
Severus was yet again left in shock. Did he just agree to dance with you at the Yule Ball?
He slammed his palm to his forehead. Now he is just being your lap dog. He has no choice now but to actually dance with you.
The woman who defeated him in duel. The woman who took his spot in DADA. The woman from the east who Severus never met before. The woman... He currently has feelings for.
He smiles. Atleast he knows now why faith has kept him alive.
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Part 2 is released!!!! ^^
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ITS OCTOBER PEOPLE!!!!
Kinktober Day 1: Stuck
Severus Snape x GN! Reader
Summary: Stuck in the shelving of Snape's potion storage room, leaving only him to help you.
Warnings: Claustrophobia Warning, Established Relationship, Smut, Stuck, Grinding, Dry Humping
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Minors do not interact!
Hearing dusty potions being taken down one by one placed on a new surface, no longer rattling a threat against your struggle with their old one. Comforted by the warm hand of your Severus, pressed softly against your body, taking the brunt of the shelf's wooden detail that had kneaded at your skin.
Faintly tasting freedom away from the dark, rotten wooden shelving of the potion storage room. Slowly and steadily backing out right into his lap, halting progress.
Instead of moving out of the way, you feel him grind up against your ass, pushing you back to square one. Feeling as his hands hungrily traveled down, seeking out your hips. Landing on them quickly, pulling on them, inviting you to feel his tented cock.
“Hold still” his deep voice moaned echoing in the small room, announcing his pleasure. Soft humps sharply turned into feverish grinds, further nailing you into the shelving. Nails digging into your riled hips, peeling away the clothes that prevented his cock from entering you.
Obscured from the view of Severus's face, how his eyes engaged onto your body, wanting only to feel your warm insides. The next piece of clothing to go was his. Released from the fabric prison, his cock falls with a slap against your ass, causing a light hiss to escape from his lips.
“Severus” you whined as he steadily drawing his cock around, lubing it up with your arousal, making sure every inch was covered. Squirming under his teasing, your moans quickly heated the small space of the bottom shelving; the pleasure from his actions buckled you down onto the wood.
Arching your back, giving a full view of Severus. Relishing in the growing bliss as his cock finally glides into you. Igniting nerves at every inch, fogging up your mind and vision. Stirring the feeling of thrill and fullness, his cock and hips tilt down, burying further into you.
Hearing as the shelving shook with rhythm, threatening Severus to calm. Ignoring the threats, hands pulling you against him, cock carving deeper, electrifying new nerves. Feeling he explores the new soft terrain, charming gasps from your throat, ecstasy building with every one of his thrusts.
Hurried moans sound from Severus, warning you to his buckling hips. With one last pull, you are free from the bounds of the shelving. The pain mixed with the blinding thrill of cumming to his cock, hearing as he did so too. Pulling out quickly, spilling ropes of his warm cum on your bare ass.
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Part one here
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, 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 ^^✨
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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 ^^✨
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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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In the Back of Your Mind ༊*·˚
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Young! Severus Snape x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 4 - Stalking. Severus is in love with you from afar. Severus is also very good at legilimency. You show a tiny bit of interest by helping him out in class and he loses a little more of his self-control.
Tags: Stalking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving, a LOT of it), Very dubious consent, Mind manipulation / control, Brainwashing, Improper use of legilimency, Toxic relationships, Yandere Snape, Creepy perverted behaviour, Fantasising, Implied loss of virginity, Self-blaming.
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Word count: 3.7k
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Authors note: Severus in this fic is written to be a walking red flag, don't seek this kind of relationship irl!! I started to get a headache toward the end of writing this, sorry if it's noticeable in the writing!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Splat, Severus’ books thud to the ground. A cacophony of laughs erupts behind him, led by James Potter, a satisfied smirk on his face from having caused this mild inconvenience. Severus huffs and rolls his eyes, luckily hidden by his mop of long black hair. He bends down to pick up the books, not at all surprised when James nudges one further away with the toe of his shoe. He shuffles forward and picks it up too, straightening himself back up, head hung low. He shuffles across the hall to lean against a wall further from the marauders, who hoot and laugh at him. Even putting himself in their shoes he can’t understand what’s so funny about watching someone pick up books. None of it matters anyway, because you’ll be here soon. Perfect you. You always arrive at this class at 12:56, with your friend by your side. You’d usually be chatting, finishing off a pastry from lunch, whatever had taken your fancy that day, Severus guessed it would be the Pumpkin pasties today. He watches the clock above the door into the potion's dungeon, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement. Just as he knew you would, almost exactly as the clock struck 12:56, your voice drifted around the corner down the corridor. He watches behind his hair as you come into view, chatting happily with your friend, carefully holding a hand in front of your mouth as you chew. He imagines you spotting him, smiling and making your way over, giggling and offering him a bite of your pastry. He’d go to bite it and you’d withdraw it playfully, just to tease him, you’d laugh that bright laugh you have and he’d give you a chastising look before stealing a kiss from you, making you smile wider. You’d wrap your arms around his neck, pushing closer so that–
He’s yanked from his thoughts by Slughorn opening the doors to the lab, the heavy wood scraping unpleasantly against the stone floor. Everyone starts to head inside, he keeps his head down as he enters, hanging back at his usual spot at the back of the room, the spot with a perfect view of you. He places his books down, watching as you quickly scoff the last of your pastry, a pumpkin pasty as he’d guessed before the lesson started. Throughout the lesson he’s watching you, barely concentrating on the topic at hand, he doesn't need to, he already read up on it in his own time so that he can watch you. He’s lucky, in a way, that he only has you for potions, no matter how much he wishes you always there, always by him, always in view, else he may never learn anything at all. You lean forward on the desk, your chin in your palms, legs swinging under the desk. He can vaguely make out the outline of your bra through the back of your uniform shirt, it’s black, clasped on the final row. He almost jots this down on his parchment before he catches himself. He imagines that if he told you this, you’d laugh and call him something childish and endearing, like a ‘silly sausage’, flicking his nose gently. He’s lost in this fantasy, this world where he can tell you that he’s watching you and you find it sweet, going through the motions of setting up his workstation for brewing. He doesn’t even realise that Slughorn is calling out to him until your head turns towards him, looking curious. He notices with a start that the entire class is looking at him, the marauders laughing tauntingly among themselves.
“Er… what?” he croaks out, his voice a little rough from barely speaking all day. He hears a few more chuckles, but not from you. Kind, perfect you. You just glance between him and Slughorn without a hint of judgement in your eyes.
“Your hair is getting rather too long, boy, you’ll have to tie it up for this potion, it’s very volatile,” Slughorn chortles from the front of the room. “Do any of the ladies have a spare?” He addresses the room. The marauders and a couple of the other boys explode with laughter, several of the girls immediately shake their heads, or do nothing, except beautiful, perfect you. You’re picking up your bag and digging through it without a second's hesitation and he could kiss you right now, not that there was any time he felt like he couldn’t. Your friend, obviously shamed into action by you, flicks half-heartedly through her bag too. The rest of the class returns to setting up.
“A-ha!” you exclaim, pulling out a plain black hairband from your bag. Black like your bra, his brain supplies, but he shakes that off because you’re walking over to him. He’s immediately sweating, luckily you’re unlikely to notice through his robes, although you may notice the growing sheen on his forehead. You stand in front of him, smiling like an angel. He’s not this close to you often, somehow you’re even more ethereal up close. He takes a shaky breath as you extend the hairband to him. "Don't listen to them, Black is only about an inch away from needing one himself,"
“Th-Thank you…” He mumbles, brushing your fingertips with his own on purpose. It feels like a thousand fireworks exploding under his skin and he smiles shakily. You smile and shrug.
“Just get it back to me when you can, or keep it honestly, I have hundreds and you’ll probably need it again,” you explain happily. You always seem to have nothing bringing you down and he admires it, wishing he could be so positive, perhaps it’s easy when you’re as flawless as you are. You skip off back to your workstation to your friend. He has something in his hand that is yours, something he’s allowed to keep, something he didn’t have to snatch when you left the room. There’s a couple of your hairs stuck around it and he shivers in excitement. This is something you have used, and he has it through legitimate means. He’s floating on air. While everyone else is beginning to brew, he hides behind his cauldron carefully laying down your hairs in his notebook, making sure not to break them, securing them so they don’t fall out.
Eventually, once he’s sure he can’t extract any more of yours from the hairband, he finally ties his hair back into a low ponytail, getting to work. He’s confident he can catch up on the brewing time he missed, even as he keeps being distracted by the sight of you across the room, your hair pulled up out of your face in the same type of hairband you gave him. You’re gorgeous, somehow more than usual, which shouldn’t be possible or, frankly, legal. He’s often wondered if you’re part Veela somewhere far back, because of how absolutely perfect you are. Through extensive research of your family tree, he was able to prove himself wrong, but he still wonders. His potion expertise allows him to catch up on the potion, still being awarded the best potion in class by the end of it. He almost feels bad for everyone who actually put some effort into brewing just to lose to him again, but that feeling melts away when he spots you grinning at him as Slughorn announces his win. The two of you have never been friends, but you have always been silently friendly toward him, refusing to be swayed by the rumours about him. It’s perhaps what he loves the absolute most about you. He’s packing up when you approach him again, smiling softly.
“I actually like your hair up like this,” you whisper, reaching over to gently flick the end of his short ponytail. Severus doesn’t know if you’re teasing him or not. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning, both by your words and your playful touch. A hundred images of fantasies he’s had about you over the years flash through his mind. You’ve touched him! Willingly! In that playful way, he’d always imagined you would. It takes a lot of effort to remind himself that he can’t just kiss you right now. His mouth falls open and he lets out an undignified throaty noise. He quickly covers it up with a cough, blinking rapidly.
“I um… you… do?” he chokes out. You study his face for a moment, he’s sure you’re about to change your mind. You could never be so cruel though, he knows this, you’re too wonderful.
“Yeah… it’s nice to see your eyes sometimes,” you tease. Severus forces himself to laugh back casually, trying to force down the love hearts that are practically forming in his eyes. He also has to stop himself from grabbing you, never letting you move away again. He regrets holding himself back when your friend comes up behind you and ushers you away to your next class. You smile at him over your shoulder as you begin to leave. He quickly decides to use the compliments you’ve just given him against you. He wonders how much you really meant to them, but he has to try anyway. He invades your mind, silently smug about your lack of defences even after all this time. He feeds you a vision based on what you’ve just said. His head between your perfect supple thighs, looking up at you with wide needy eyes, his hair pulled back just like this, devouring your sweet cunt. He knows he’s been successful as he watches you suddenly flush and turn away, your cheeks bright red.
He doesn’t really know how you feel about these visions. He’s been invading your mind and planting them since the end of the fifth year. He would love to stick around in your brain, find out how you react to them, do some digging, and find out how you really feel about him, but he can’t risk it. The longer you’re in somebody's mind, the more they can feel the foreign presence. You’re still yet to put up any wards, even rudimentary ones, so he assumes you don’t realise you’re being invaded. You also haven’t started to avoid him more than normal, if you realised these visions were coming from someone else, there would only be one logical conclusion as to who they came from, but you haven’t withdrawn or confronted him in any way, so he figures he’s safe for now. The nature of the visions he gives you is probably enough to distract you from the momentary uncomfortable tingle of someone else being in your brain. He’s been experimenting for a long while to see what thoughts you react to the best. He often sits in the dining hall, somewhere where he has the perfect view of you, and plants various thoughts. You don’t seem to school your emotions very well, so he gets a vague idea of how you react to each scenario. He’s tried visions of him bending you over, roughly taking everything he wants from you, he’s tried visions of him begging on his knees to please you and everything in between. You blush beautifully at each one, whether from embarrassment or arousal, he isn’t sure. He can’t wait to feel your cheek heat up under his hand, because he will get to feel it, some day. You don’t seem to like the more extreme scenarios, complete domination or complete submission, but you don’t seem to mind either way if the power dynamic is a little milder. He doesn’t mind, he would be anything for you, do anything. What you seem to like best is when he feeds you a vision of him eating you out. He supposes it makes sense, it’s completely focused on your pleasure, so it’s practically all he’s been giving you lately. Sometimes he holds you down and calls you a good girl, sometimes you’re riding his face and calling him a good boy, you seem to like it either way. It makes him unbelievably smug.
After dinner, he’s trailing you and your friends to your common room, just to make sure that you’re safe, nothing more. He’s a little careless, feeding you the same vision over and over, enjoying watching you blush and stutter from afar as you try to chat with your friends. You probably think you’ve been hit with a lust potion or something, as he isn’t letting you think of anything else. It seems you hadn’t lied when you’d told him you liked his hair in the ponytail, as every time he gave you the same vision from earlier, he noticed your thighs tense. This isn’t a reaction he gets from you often at all, usually, it’s so subtle that he can be convinced it was unrelated, but this vision, in particular, seems to have you doing this every time. He’d dropped his fork at dinner just to duck under the table to watch your thighs clench, the sight nearly making his mouth water. He wished he could get under your table and spread your legs, make that vision a reality, but sadly he could not. He would do it in a heartbeat if you asked, fuck the consequences, fuck who could see. Maybe one day, if he kept torturing you with this vision, you would come begging. He feels his cock twitching eagerly in his trousers at the thought. You disappear into your common with your friends, him watching from around the corner. He sighs in disappointment, deciding to leave you be for the night since he can’t delight in your lovely little reactions any more. He hangs around at the corner for a moment, debating whether to head outside onto the grounds to watch you through your dorm window like he often did. The mini telescope he had to buy for Astronomy had turned out to be a fantastic use of money, even if he did often see your roommates instead. He had seen them all in various states of undress by now, but he couldn’t care about any of them in the least, he only had eyes for you.
Over the next few days, he eases off a little, realising how reckless he’d been. He couldn’t risk you knowing what he’s been doing, he can’t imagine that would end very well, even if you had seemed to grow to like the visions he gave you. He didn’t stop altogether, because that would have arguably been just as suspicious. He keeps it tame, one or two a day, maybe a little more innocent than normal. He can’t help but continue to use the information about you liking his hair back, making sure every fantasy he feeds you has him that way. He keeps your hairband, pulling his hair back every day now, because it makes you look at him just a second longer, and he’s obsessed with it. Lucius comments on it, saying it looks odd, but he couldn’t care less. It makes secretly watching you harder too, as he can’t hide behind his hair so much, but he makes do, all for those extra glances. He continues his routines, waiting for you to emerge in the mornings from your common room by hiding around the corner, watching you at every mealtime, trailing you back to the common room in the evening and then watching you through your window whenever he feels the need.
One night, once he’s happy you’re safely back in your common room, he turns to leave but trips slightly over his feet. He glances down, realising with an exasperated huff that the laces on his oxfords have come undone. He crouches down to tie them, setting his other knee on the ground. He fumbles with them unnecessarily, frustrated with himself. He vaguely registers footsteps approaching him, but not enough to react before he hears a voice.
“Oh… Severus, what are you doing here?” your soft angelic voice echoes slightly in the empty corridor. You seem confused, and, arguably, you have reason to be. The only thing down this corridor is your common room, and he has no excuse to be here. He swallows, staring straight down at the ground, his mind working a mile a minute.
“Here to return the hairband,” he grunts, thinking fast. It’s the only excuse he has, even if you had told him to keep it. He looks up at you from his crouched position, you’re a lot closer to him than he thought. He realises how similar this position is to some of the ones he’s forced into your brain. He’s pleased to notice, from the flush on your face, that you make this connection too, without it being planted. He shifts slightly, lowering both his knees to the ground and facing you properly. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with barely contained arousal. You’re flushed and shy as you look down at him and he dares to invade your mind to see what you’re thinking. He can’t fight the twitch of his lips as he creeps into your mind, only to find you’re imagining him, just as he is now, pushing up your skirt and burying his face between your legs. He shivers, you’re thinking of this all on your own. There’s a nag at the back of his mind, telling him you don’t quite seem to want to be thinking this, but he ignores it, reaching up for your thighs. You yelp in surprise as his cold, long fingers press into the warm skin of your thighs and he pulls you forward.
“Wha- what are you doing?” you squeak, stumbling helplessly toward him. He doesn’t answer, he feels possessed, and he’s already salivating. He brushes his nose against the skin of your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt, making you gasp. You smell divine, a vague hint of your perfume, presumably stuck to the fabric of your skirt, a hint of something that he realises, with a growl, must be your arousal. You try to step away, but he grips you harder, keeping you in place. He knows you want him, even if you don’t seem to know it yourself. You whimper as he licks a stripe up your thigh, the taste is faintly salty and he groans in pleasure. He hears the old castle creak slightly, reminding him that the two of you are out in the open. He withdraws slightly. You look utterly dazed above him like you don’t understand what’s going on. You realise that he’s walking you to a cleaning cupboard nearby, and your legs just blindly follow him. You want to protest, but can’t seem to find it in you. You had been fantasising about this for years now, even if the reason for these fantasies never seemed to make sense. He brings you in, shutting the door behind you. He’s kneeling again in an instant, he almost looks crazed as he bunches up your skirt. He doesn’t even give you time to acclimate before his tongue is on you through the material of your underwear. You gasp out loudly as he tastes the small wet spot of fabric, when did you even get wet? He takes a long deep sniff, his nose nudging at your clit through the fabric. He licks at you desperately until the material is soaked through, both with his saliva and your arousal. You were shocked by just how intensely your body was reacting to all this. You let him slide down your underwear, figuring there’s no point stopping him now. You lean back against the wall as he buries his head between your legs, shaking his head slightly to get even closer, the movement making you moan softly. He’s undeniably eager, lapping and slurping at you, but it’s fairly clear he’s never done this before. This is all he’s ever wanted, and he’s determined to make the most of it, the scent and taste of you making him feel insane. He rubs you all over his face, wriggling his tongue against you, gripping the flesh of your buttocks to keep you in place. He’s mumbling against you, about how long he’s been picturing this, but you can’t quite hear him, which is probably for the best. He makes up for his lack of experience with his enthusiasm, the way he’s looking up at you like he’s desperate to please. You find yourself falling apart all over his face shockingly fast, biting your lip to stifle your whines.
“Thank you, thank you,” he mumbles over and over as he laps you all up. He pulls away and you go a little limp, sliding slightly down the wall as he stands. You barely register what’s happening as he turns you around pressing you up against the wall, your eyes widen as he pushes inside you, but by now you’re well past the point of no return, so you simply brace yourself against the wall. He humps you like a dog in heat, sloppy and fast, you’re glad he made you orgasm earlier because you don’t get the feeling you will be cumming from this. Not that it feels bad, in fact, it feels quite good, making you moan as he bullies against you. He grips your waist tight with his slender fingers. “This is perfect, everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he whimpers in your ear. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m never letting you go, you’re mine now,” you know what he’s saying is worrying, but your fucked out mind can’t quite realise the true danger of what he’s saying and what your lack of protesting is solidifying in his mind. “All mine,” he growls, his hips stuttering violently. He buries himself as deep as he can. “Fo-forever,” he groans shakily as he spills deep inside of you. He holds you there for a long time, your body limp in his arms as he pants against the back of your neck. You feel lightheaded, you can’t believe everything that’s just happened to you. He kisses your cheek, over and over, as if it's some sort of compulsion. “Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles repeatedly, the reality of everything starting to sink in for you. Maybe you should have believed the rumours about his mental instability, maybe you should have kicked him away when he first grabbed your thighs, perhaps you should be telling him right now that you’re not his, but instead, a string of words come out of your mouth, feeling like they’re only half your own.
“Can you eat me out again?”
And he happily complies, sliding back down onto his knees.
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IMAGINE!
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As you caressed his cheeks ever so softly, feeling his warmth dancing through the tip of your fingers.
You hear him sigh as he slowly opens his eyes, his dark languid eyes looking straight up to yours.
'Oh what a bliss to be with such a beautiful man' you thought to yourself as you smile. Placing small circles just below his eyes with your thumb.
"Y/n" he calls you, halting you from your thoughts.
"Yes My Prince?" as your other hand slithered behind him, pulling him closer.
He sighs at your touch, "You really need to stop caling me that," as he chuckles softly. His dark and husky voice echoing through the room.
"Never." as you slowly pulled closer, your right hand still on his cheek and your right slowly caressing his waist as he did with your hips.
Kissing his soft tender lips.
Bliss indeed, this must be what it is.
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Eyes Off
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
Requested by: Anon ‘i was thinking, reader is sirius’ daughter (or just younger than severus in general, maybe around fred and george’s age, maybe older) and the twins always flirt with her but severus has had enough and just like... rails the absolute fuck out of her ? and fred and george just like ✨know✨ and back off maybe ? if you’re not able to write its no worries but thank u if u can ! xo’
Note: I wrote this as the reader being younger than sev rather than Sirius’s daughter, and her being a few years older than the twins
Warnings: implied smut, jealous/possessive Sev
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“Might I say, YN, you look positively radiant today,” Fred said, grinning as you arched your brows.
“Down boy. Flirt with someone your own age,” you said, patting his cheek smugly. At the end of the table, Severus glared at the Weasley twins, his teeth gritted.
“You know, Fred, I don’t think I’d mind a cougar,” George said, nudging his brother. Your eyes widened as the made a growling noise before they burst out laughing. You looked away, busying yourself with making a cup of tea, feeling Severus’s eyes burning into your back.
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“Sev...” you whimpered as he pressed you up against the wall, his thigh pressed between yours as he kissed you hard. “Someone’ll see...”
“Good,” he grunted, his tongue flickering over the seam of your lips. “You’re mine. Mine, YN, not some little brat’s ‘cougar’”
You rolled your eyes. “Jealous arse,” you teased, gripping his bicep. “Honestly Severus, how can I be a cougar, eh? I’m ten years younger than- oh...” your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed forward and increased the pressure between your legs. You couldn’t help but rut your hips.
“That shut you up,” he said lowly, whispering into your ear, his long hair tickling your neck. “Come on,” he said, grabbing you by your wrist to haul you off to your room for a much needed fucking.
Fred and George gaped at one another, hoisting up their extendable ear. “Fred... I, er... don’t think YN is available,”
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Caught
Pairing: Severus Snape x reader
Requested by @lxoxtxti
Summary: The twins catch you and Severus in an intimate moment…
No explicit smut, but somewhat suggestive
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Always There - Prologue : S.Snape
Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.
Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus
Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban
Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,
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Author's Note: It's been a long ass time my friends, but I'm trying to make a come back here. I was a bit out of my comfort zone with this one so I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!
Word Count: 629
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Y/N Potter became an aunt in 1980 to a wonderful little boy named Harry. Her brother, James, had asked her to be the boy's godmother, as his best friend Sirius was named the boy's godfather. She of course accepted this honor, not knowing that a year later, the boy would be hers to take care of.
The night of Lily and James Potter’s death, as well as Lord Voldemort, Y/N was left by some of the most important people in her life. Peter had died, murdered by a supposed friend, Sirius Black, who was thrown in Azkaban after killing Peter and a dozen muggles. And then there was Remus, who had just left without a word, no note, no letter, just left. Remus was like another brother to Y/N, they had become friends before James and Remus became friends. So when he left without a trace, she was quite upset, she had just lost her brother and sister-in-law, one of their friends, another getting locked up and she was all alone with a baby that she didn’t know how to care for.
That was until she had run into Severus Snape at the late Potters’ grave not even a week later. He was leaving a fresh lily on the stone as she walked into the cemetery. They sat and talked for over an hour until Harry began whining to eat. This became a routine for the two adults. Eventually Severus began to help Y/N take care of Harry and herself, getting the Potter girl a job at Hogwarts with Professor Sprout after remembering that Herbology was her favorite subject. He helped her around the house and the two became unlikely friends.
By the time Harry had reached 11, Y/N was offered the position as Herbology professor after Sprout had retired. She of course accepted the position, the first person other than Harry being told was Severus. She had gotten the job thanks to not only Professor Sprouts’ recommendation but also Severus, McGonagall and Binns. Getting a recommendation from Professor Binns was her greatest accomplishment other than being able to raise Harry when she was just barely an adult. She did give a lot of thanks to Severus for helping her raise the boy.
Although Severus and James never got along, Severus had always been fond of the Potter girl. She was his favorite Potter that he had ever interacted with, which had only been four but that hadn’t mattered to him. Severus was quite fond of Lily but after realizing she was unattainable, he was able to move on from her. His fondness shifted to a different Potter, this time Y/N. Severus acted like a guard dog in a way, trying his damnedest to keep her safe and happy.
Not only did he act this way to her but also Harry. The boy grew up seeing Severus nearly everyday and had taken to calling the man Uncle Sev when he was 4. Severus had a fondness for Harry but nothing like the fondness he had for the boy’s aunt. Although her brother and his friends were terrible to him, Severus always liked the Potter girl better than her mischievous brother. He knew she was much different from her brother, more reserved, more intelligent, kinder.
The two grew closer and closer as the years went on, it got to a point that other professors were betting on when they would get together and students were constantly asking if they were a couple. Of course the two denied it but then later fantasized about being with the other instead of fessing up to their feelings. However, everything went astray during Harry's third year. Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban and Remus Lupin the new DADA professor.
Always There - Chapter Fourteen: S.Snape
Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.
Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen
Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius
Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Umbridge, Fudge, Harry is a little shit, swearing, not proofread
Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,
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Word Count: 1775
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Not even a few days into the term, Harry had already received detention from Professor Umbridge. Now the toad-like woman never told Y/N exactly why he was given detention, just that he had lied to her about something and she didn’t appreciate that. She then proceeded to blame the Herbology professor’s parenting for the boy’s behavior. This was her first sign that something was up with the new professor and then she saw her nephew’s hand the day after his detention. It was scabbed over with the words ‘I must not tell lies’ carved into his hand.
“Harry, what happened to your hand?” Y/N pulled him aside to ask him the question.
“It’s nothing Aunt Y/N, I promise,” Harry replied.
“Don’t hide this from me. Tell me what happened and how you got those words on your hand.”
“It was my detention with Professor Umbridge. She used some kind of quill that carves the words into your hand as you write them. She told me to stop lying about the return of Voldemort but she wasn’t there! I was there! I saw him!”
“I know, my boy, I know. I’ll handle this, okay? Go see Madame Pomphrey, she’ll give you something so that won’t scar,” She instructed her nephew. To say that the woman was furious was an understatement, so she stormed her way up to the headmaster’s office where Dumbledore and Umbridge were sitting and talking with the Minister of Magic. “You foul woman! How dare you use a cursed quill on a child! You should be sent to Azkaban for what you did to my nephew!” She yelled at the woman drowning in pink.
“Whatever do you mean Professor Potter? I would never do such a thing,” Umbridge said innocently.
“Look at Harry’s hand! It’s all scabbed up with the line YOU made him write for telling the truth! He does not lie! I raised him better than that!”
“Are you sure you raised him at all? I mean the poor boy looks quite disheveled all the time, his clothes are all worn down and his shoes are atrocious. I thought you came from a wealthy pure-blood family, Miss Potter?” Umbridge picked at her. She wanted a reaction and boy did she get one.
“I swear to Godric I will kill you if you speak ill of my family once more! Harry has new clothes and shoes, he just doesn’t want to wear them yet! And my family’s financial status has nothing to do with it! Nor does the blood status! Who cares about blood status?! Albus, Minister, if you two don’t take action, I certainly will and you will not like what I will do to this loathsome toad disguised as a woman,” Y/N was panting with anger, the longer she looked at the woman, the more she wanted to pounce at her and beat the shit out of her. However, she knew she couldn’t do that, not with the minister around, she had to be on her best behavior which she also wasn’t following.
“Did you need something, Dumbledore? I was interrupted in the middle of my lesson,” A familiar and calming voice stated behind her, however calming it was, she was still amped up and rearing to have a go at the pink toad.
“Ah Severus, nice of you to join us. I wish to speak to you and Miss Potter privately,” Albus responded, “Professor, minister, I hope you don’t mind waiting a few moments. I need to speak to these two about a rather urgent matter.” Umbridge and the minister left the room and waited outside to be called back in.
“What’s going on, why are you so upset, love?” Severus asked her.
“That toad out there is torturing the students! She used some kind of cursed quill on Harry that carved whatever he wrote on paper on his skin. He has ‘I must not tell lies’ carved on his hand for Salazar’s sake! Hasn’t there been enough shitty professors here in that same position?”
“I understand your frustration Y/N, however there is not much I can do here. They have begun to dwindle my authority in this school and that starts with not having the ability to dismiss Professor Umbridge. She was hired by the Minister, not by me so it is the Minister’s doing if it comes to dismissing her or not,” Dumbledore explained.
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Albus! You’ve been ignoring Harry since the beginning of the term and now you’re just letting this slide?! Like this isn’t child abuse or torture?!” She screamed at the man.
“Why don’t you head to the hospital wing with Harry, love. I’ll handle this, you need to be with him right now,” Severus stepped in trying to diffuse the situation.
“If nothing gets done about this I will leave my position and take Harry with me, no matter how much I love this school and no matter how much Harry does, I cannot allow my boy to be tortured like this! He is my son! He is mine to care for and protect! And with that toad around, I can’t protect him!” She threatened before storming out of the office. She quite literally ran into Umbridge on her way out, nearly knocking the woman over, but she kept walking.
She kept her pace until she had made it to the doors of the hospital wing, taking a deep breath before entering and locating her nephew. He was sitting in the bed, Madame Pomphrey applying a healing ointment to his hand to help the scarring. His eyes lit up when he saw his aunt, a smile making its way to his face, brightening his features. She had noticed that Harry and James have the same smile, one so big that it will light up a whole room, it was uncanny really.
“Harry, my love, how’s your hand feeling? Any better?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady and calm even though she was still seething inside.
“A lot better actually. Did you talk to Dumbledore?”
“I did. Harry, there’s nothing he can do. The Minister hired her so that means that Dumbledore can’t do anything. The Minister seemed rather unphased. Look, love, if nothing gets done, we will be leaving Hogwarts and going elsewhere. I can’t have you at risk again, we can go find somewhere safe, maybe go to America, I heard Ilvermorny is one of the best wizarding schools in the world.”
“I don’t want to leave! That’s not fair, you can’t take me away from my friends for something so little! And you can’t just leave Hogwarts and the Order! That’s not the right thing to do!” Harry argued.
“It’s the right thing to do in terms of your safety! That is my number one priority, YOU are my number one priority!” Y/N replied, getting frustrated with the situation once again.
“I am not leaving. Hogwarts is my home! Hogwarts is where my family is! And you want to take me away from that?!”
“What about our home? What about me? Am I not your family anymore?”
“No, not if you take me away from here. Hogwarts is my home, it’s where I feel the safest, where I feel the most welcomed!” With that, Y/N walked out of the hospital wing, not wanting to continue the argument and make the matter worse. She felt like every time she took a step forward in the right direction, she took three steps back not even a week later. She couldn’t catch a break.
She didn’t get what Harry didn’t understand, and sure it was unfair but did he not consider his safety? His aunt’s sanity? She had almost landed a one way ticket to St. Mungos during the summer, after spending the whole holiday awake and rushing to calm Harry down after a nightmare. She made it back to her quarters in no time, Severus already there waiting for her to return. “What’s wrong, my love?” He asked, seeing the look on her face knowing that something was bothering her.
“Harry told me he won’t consider me family if I pull him out of Hogwarts. I just want to keep him safe, Severus. That is all I want and I can’t have the peace of mind with Umbridge here because can torture the students and get away with it because Fudge sucks and will do anything that toad will ask of him. The students aren’t learning anything in her class nor are they practicing and then she is observing me tomorrow and I know it’s going to be bad because I yelled at her in front of Dumbledore and Fudge and I’m gonna get sacked and have nobody until the holidays. I’m overwhelmed, I’m so overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do anymore. Nothing I do will make Harry happy and all I want for him is to be safe and happy. It’s getting to be too much for me, Sev, I don’t think I can handle this by myself anymore,” She ranted to her partner. Severus was quiet for a moment, processing everything she had said before he formulated his response.
“Firstly, I don’t think she’ll sack you for yelling at her, she has to observe the way you teach before making that decision, you are a fantastic professor, you will be fine. Secondly, Harry doesn’t understand it because he’s a teenager, everything is about him and his friends, nobody else. He doesn’t want to get taken away from his friends which is understandable, however, the way he spoke to you is not okay, he needs to learn to treat you with respect. Thirdly, you don’t have to do this alone anymore, I’m here. I will always be here, call me for help, if you need me to handle Harry, I can handle Harry. You are the love of my life and that boy is a part of you, he is part of my life too and he is a big part. I will do anything for the both of you, always. Just say the word and I will be right by your sides,” Severus replied, his voice filled with understanding and love.
She rushed towards him, wrapping her arms around his middle and holding onto him tightly. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck as she breathed in his scent and listened to his breathing. Severus wrapping his arms around her almost instantly and holding her just as tight, his head resting on top of hers. “Thank you,” She whispered to him.
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𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 ‘𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
[𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙭 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]
“Don’t you dare make a single sound.” Severus hisses while he has you pushed up against a shelf of books.
He wraps a hand around your throat to keep you pinned and lets the other stray downwards until it reaches the end of your skirt. You squirm as his hand trails over your thighs, leaving behind a bed of goosebumps.
“S-Severus.” You said his name like a prayer and you sounded heavenly, but it was too loud for his taste.
His hand is quick and sharp when he pulls it back, only to harshly slap it against your panty-covered pussy, “I said be quiet.” He demands again as you whimper.
You bite down on your bottom lip as his palm and fingers rub slowly over your covered clit, but it doesn’t stop you from squirming further, making him tighten his grasp around your neck.
“Don’t piss me off more than your brother already has. I have no problem using you to get Potter off my back.”
You weren’t sure what hurt more, his grudge against you because of who you’re related to, or the fact that he really was only using you to get back at your brother; but then his finger grazes over your clit in a certain way and you forget everything he said.
The hurt that crosses your face didn’t go unnoticed by the slytherin, but he pushes aside the guilt by inserting his hand into your panties. You gasp as his fingers touch your bare cunt, reaching towards your wet opening to gather your slick up to your clit.
“P-please I-”
You don’t know what you're pleading for, but you stop when suddenly he pulls his hand away and your body is being turned around to face the book shelf. A hand swats you your covered bottom, but he ignores your cry and instead lifts your skirt to drag both of his hands over your panty-clad rear.
“You just can’t listen, can you? I guess it runs in the family.”
He pulls your panties down to your ankles and you writhe from the cold air rushing against your slicked pussy, but you freeze when Severus drops to his knees. His hands knead your ass cheeks before he pulls them apart to inspect both of your openings. Your cute little butthole puckers from the sudden intrusion of privacy and your gaping hole, leaking of your sweet juices, pulses wildly; begging to be tasted. To be filled.
He can barely stop himself before he buries his face between your thighs. You sob as his cunning tongue prods your puckered opening first. He spreads your cheeks as far apart as he can to give his tongue more room to explore, allowing the tip to swirl around your rim. He moans gratefully as your tightest hole slowly opens up for him to ravish, but he pulls away. You needed time and to be better prepared to take his cock in your ass; time wasn’t something neither of you had right now.
“Gonna fuck this hole the next time I get my hands you.” He murmurs, but you hear him clearly and his words make you wiggle your bum in anticipation.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like the thought of me fucking your cute ass? Who would have thought the youngest Potter was such a whore?”
Your only reply is another whimper, but he doesn't need to hear your words, your reactions are more than enough to understand. Your hands grip the shelf tightly, trying to steady your shaking body, but it’s useless when you feel his tongue digging into your other hole.
“S-sev!”
Thankfully he’s too busy to notice or care for your little nickname slip-up and groans when he fully enters his tongue inside your opening, finally able to taste you like he’s wanted to since the first time he had inappropriate thoughts about you. Your sweetness and bitterness blended so well together, making him gather as much as he could on his taste buds, but as much as he wanted to taste you more forever; he knew your clit was begging for attention.
He pulls your body further away from the shelf, only to bend you over completely, spreading your legs further apart. You have no time to react before his lips suck in your nub with so much force that it makes you jump, causing the shelf to shake.
“Holy sh-”
You’re cut off when he releases your clit and begins dragging his tongue across it, switching from pattern to pattern. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but the pressure building up in your lower tummy was too good to forget. Reaching behind you, you grab a hand full of his hair and hold him right where you want him.
“Severus, I’m cumming!” You whisper as quietly as you can, but it’s no use.
You’re cumming hard and holding in any noises is impossible.
You hold him closer and tighter, practically grinding his face into your pussy, drowning him in your essence. He doesn’t seem to mind though, for he only grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth until you're fully spent. After you’ve heaved one final breath, he places a single kiss to your clit before standing up. He rises you up from bending over, only to shove you face-first into the shelf again.
“I think you're ready for my cock. Don’t you agree?”
You nod your head violently, making him chuckle.
“Good girl.”
He reaches down to undo his pants and pull out his cock; and before you can say or do anything, he’s inside of you and thrusting. He wraps his arms around you, undoing some of the buttons of your shirt to shove your bra down. His hands squeeze and twist your nipples while he hides his face in your neck.
Tilting your head, he’s lavishing your skin with wet kisses and nips.
“Merlin, look at you.” He rants, “Taking my cock so well. I wonder what Potter would think? His own little sister getting fucked where everyone can see.” He grunts when your cunt squeezes his shaft, “But you like it, don’t you? You like me fucking you right here, where anyone could catch us?”
You start muttering incoherent sentences and it riles him up even more. His thrusts speed up and can feel the burning sensation in your lower belly again. You clench around him tightly, making him growl.
“So fucking good, you feel so fucking good!” He blubbers as he feels his own pleasure coming to the edge.
You weep as he hits so deep inside of you, making your brain go foggy. It’s coming, you can feel it and you hope he does too, because before you can warn him, you're cumming around him. Your spasms spur on his own release and he over-fills you with his seed, making some of it slip out and run down your thighs. You both try to catch your breaths, but Severus can’t stop himself from holding you closer.
As you continuously wail for him during the after-shocks, he whispers sweetly in your ears.
“You did so well, love. Such a good girl for me.”
His endearments make you keen until a few voices gasp. You and Severus quickly turn your heads to the sources of the sounds. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach while Severus smirks and holds you tightly.
There stands your brother and his friends, all frozen and wide eyed at the sight in front of them. You pull your shirt around your chest, but the rest of your body stays still.
“Can’t you see we’re busy Potter?” Severus spits out, but he’s too amused to be angry.
James only looks at you in shock before uttering your name.
“Y-Yn. But- You-” He stutters.
You sadly look back at Severus, expecting to see him looking at Potter in victory, but he’s not. He’s looking at you, with the most sincere smile, like you're something he’s wanted all his life (which is true).
Butterflies flutter around in your stomach and you’re too happy to care about what your brother thinks as you stare at the young man you've liked since you first saw him.
James would get over it.
Eventually.
masterlist.
*Severus and his American girlfriend Severus: hey y/n, can you clean these cauldrons for me? Y/n: yeah no for sure Severus: ... Severus: what?
Severus: You look beautiful in that dress, my love.
Y/n: …
Severus: … Y-y/n? Is everything alright?
Y/n: Take your pants off.
Severus: What an idiot!
Severus: *realizes it’s you*
Severus: Oh, hey! That’s my idiot!
Y/n: Are you trying to seduce me?
Severus: No.
Y/n: Well, it’s working.
snape isn’t a “daddy” (or snaddy) kinda guy. he’s a sir kinda guy.
“oh, sorry sir. i didn’t mean to interrupt your time alone, but i do have papers i need you to review.”
“apologizes, sir! i hadn’t seen you there.”
“your sarcasm speaks tones, sir.”
there is no reason for you to call him sir, your a professor at hogwarts as well and has been working with him for awhile.
but every time you do, he wants to do things. unimaginable things. things that coworkers, especially ones who are sorcerers, should not be thinking about.
touch, lick, suck, bite, plunge, he wants it all.
which is so unusual as severus has only bedded with another sexually once or twice.
he just… he just wants you.
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*ask box open!*
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Craved.
Severus Snape x MinistryWorker! Reader
wordcount: 2,221
warnings: pure smut ahead. please be advised and read at your own risk. angst, teasing, and minor errors. (Severus is a little asshole.)
L/N- Last Name.
credit to the creator of this gif.
Happy Halloween my beautys! This is long overdue but I hope you all enjoy. 🎃
As a Ministry of Magic worker, It was always your job to make sure that Hogwarts was in good condition.
Whether it regarded the school, students and even staff. You were given the upper hand by the Minister himself since you held a high position.
And if we’re being honest. You loved it.
You love the fact change was in the power of your hand.
Your job was simple.
Evaluate every inch of the school, but mainly interrogate every Professor to see if they are still fit to teach.
Thankfully you’ve gone through the whole process of interviewing the Professors. And of course, all were fit to teach.
However, there was one particular Professor who always got underneath your skin.
Severus Snape was his name.
God, thinking about him gave you a headache.
He was nothing but a mean blunt asshole who showed no remorse to anyone.
You were determined to change that one way or another.
After all, if he didn’t comply his job would be on the line.
The yearly evaluation had come around, and once again you were sent to Hogwarts to do your typical routine.
Thankfully since it was Halloween, the evolution process occurred before the fall feast. Which gave you plenty of time.
You started from Headmaster, in which you adored and worked your way down.
It took you no less than two hours shuffling through each staff member.
And as expected, everyone was suitable.
As you roamed through the halls going though the list in your hand, you came across the last name.
Professor Snape.
You rolled your eyes with a loud huff escaping from you. This would be aggravating.
While you made your way down to the dungeons in which he hid, there wasn’t a single student in sight. As mentioned, it was Halloween so many were probably occupied in the Grand Hall.
Arriving directly in front of the classrooms door, you tucked the wooden clipboard underneath your arm, extending your fist to the door.
You hesitated only for a moment, you needed to prepare yourself.
God, if he said anything you’d fire him immediately and then kill him. It was a promise.
With another deep sigh escaped, you knocked on the door.
In return you were greeted with silence.
You immediately tried again.
Silence.
What on earth could he be doing?
This time, you banged your fist against the door as loud as you could.
He had no choice but to open the door.
You could heard someone shuffling on the other side to answer the door.
With the door swung open, Severus stood in the entranceway with an irked look fixed on his face while he stared at you.
You could tell that pissed. But you didn’t care.
He was fixed to say something, but you were only greeted with tensing silence.
“It took you long enough to answer the door,” You commented, making a small note in your notes.
“What if I was a student in desperate need of your help?” You questioned, with an advert tone.
You were picking with him.
Severus made another face as he bit the inside of his lip while grimacing at you.
“I am currently busy. What is it that you want?” He asked bluntly.
“Haven’t anyone told you? It’s evaluation day.” You spoke with a warm and fake smile.
You motioned your hand for Severus to move. He however hesitated, but only for a second.
Severus stepped away from the doorway holding his typical gaze while he watched you enter the classroom.
He wasn’t aware that you were supposed to be here.
If anything, he’s livid. He couldn’t stand you. Not one inch, Ministry worker or not you didn’t imitate him in the slightest.
With the classroom door shut, You began to wander around the room taking notes of everything you seen.
The class was in good condition. Nothing seemed out of sight, thankfully.
The sound of shoes clicking filled the room while you continued to observe.
Neither of you said anything to each-other. You decided it was best to skip over questioning the man.
If anything, it would just lead to an argument in which you weren’t in the mood for.
When you were finished with the classroom, your eyes just so happen to class to the small office that was hidden inside.
As you made your way to inspect the office, the door immediately slammed closed in front of you.
You turned to Severus with an aggravated look.
It was no one else but him.
“And why did you do that?”
Severus crossed his arms underneath his cloak.
“There is nothing for you to see.” He retorted.
You sighed all while shaking your head as you took note once again.
He had one more strike.
“You’re hanging on a thread, Mr. Snape. I advise that you comply. We’ve been through this before-“
“And I’ve told you before, time again. There is nothing inside of that office. All you need to see in the classroom, nothing more.”
You scoffed at his comment, setting your clipboard onto a desk.
“Must you be difficult? You do this every time I come.” You argued, throwing your hands in the air until they settled on your hips.
“I am not difficult. You however are.” He defended, soon moving from the classroom door to head to his office.
By this point, you were done with your evaluation, but you weren’t done with the conversation.
You were tired of the same attitude that was constantly thrown at you.
“Why are you such an ass?” You questioned the man who managed to stop in his tracks.
He immediately turned to you with a solid look on his face.
“Excuse me?” His still voice replied.
“I stutter darling. I’m sick of your attitude and the way that you treat me. Must I remind you, I can easily take your job with the snap of my finger?”
You snapped you fingers, now moving toward the man.
“So I advise that you get your shit together, and do so quickly.”
You were only a few feet away from him. Despite the height difference you still held your ground.
Severus held an unusual gaze while he looked at you.
“I haven’t the slightest care on how you feel, or what you may do.” He stated soon taking a step toward you.
“Take the job, find that no one else will be able to replace me. You would only be doing me the favor in the end.”
You felt your jaw locking at this point. He had to have the last say, did he?
“Fuck you,” You spat with an annoyed tone.
He merely smirked in return while leaning down inches away from you.
You could tell that he was enjoying this.
His face was so close, you could feel his cold breath.
“That is what you desire from me. And I simply refuse to give it to you..” He said in a form of a statement and tease.
His words shook your core. That’s all it was, Sexual tension.
You bit the inside of your cheek while you stared the man in front of you down.
“I really hate you..”
Severus remained in the same position with his eyes settled on you.
“The feeling is very much neutral..”
Silence quickly settled in.
He was staring at you, and you were simply trying to read the room.
It was obvious, the both of you wanted each-other. But at the same time, you couldn’t stand his very soul.
You looked past him at the closed office door, before your eyes landed back onto him.
“I want you to fuck me in your office, now.” You demanded.
Severus chuckled, as he leaned from you to fix his posture.
“And why would I do that?” He questioned, now tucking his arms underneath each other.
You took another step toward him, immediately resting your hand on his covered belt.
“Because I know you want it as much as me. You can’t deny it.”
Severus wasn’t phased by your words, or even your actions.
“Just admit it Severus,” You whispered with your hand slithering down to his crotch.
You were already turned on, way before you admitted your feelings.
“We both hate each other, so why not take the risk?” You asked again, with your hand squeezing his crotch and your body slightly pushed against his.
Although he didn’t say anything, his body was surly giving you his answer.
Severus was too overwhelmed by his lustful thoughts he didn’t comprehend anything that you said.
If this was an opportunity, he surly wouldn’t waste it.
He closed his eyes for a slight second taking in the pleasure that was rushing to his crotch.
You smirked at his sudden submission before you pressed your lips against his jaw.
“Open the door, and I’ll make it worth your while..” Your seducing words were clearly being heard.
By now, Severus had developed a bulge, and you were dying to see what was waiting for you.
Given into defeat, He pushed away from you heading directly into the office. You didn’t hesitate to follow him.
Once inside, you immediately pushed the man again his desk with your lips already locked.
You didn’t want to waste anymore time.
You wanted him.
You held onto the hot and steamy kiss while you did your best to undo his tight pants.
Severus quickly stopped and with a serious look on your face.
“Are you sure-“
“Yes damn it!” You rushed finally freeing his rock harden shaft from his pants.
He couldn’t argue against that.
Your hand immediately gripped the rather thick and twitching shaft as you began to stroke him off.
“I wasn’t expecting the Potions Master to have such a huge.. surprise waiting for me..” You bit the bottom of your lip as you watched the man fall into pleasure.
His hips were slowly thrusting toward you, with soft moans and grunts sounding from him.
“I wonder if you’d fit..” You grinned against his jaw soon picking up your pace.
“Fuck.” Severus rasped with both of his hands gripped around his desk.
The pleasure was sensational.
“H-Hurry up.. I may not l-last long..” He said in a form of a plea. He obviously wanted to fuck you before he came.
And you definitely wanted that.
You immediately stopped, now pushing Severus to lean against his desk with your waist sticking out.
You quickly pulled the him of your skirt up revealing the silky underwear and stockings that hid underneath.
It was best that he did the rest of the work.
Severus hovered behind you resting both of his hands on your hips.
He didn’t know if he’d be able to control himself.
He murmured a bit, pressing his harden shaft against your clothed underwear.
He was ready to devour you.
With your underwear quickly tucked to the side, he wasted no time to push himself inside of you.
A rather loud moan escaped from both of you. Not only did you feel amazing to him, Severus however was bigger than you expect.
In other words, he felt amazing.
The two of you disregarded the fact that protection wasn’t included.
But who’d care? It’s the Wizarding World for crying out loud.
Severus thrust started off slow, until he began to pick up his pace.
His hands squeezed your side while he proceeded to fuck a rhythm into you.
You on the other hand couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.
Severus Snape, A Hogwarts Professor, ex Death Eater was actually fucking you.
What a coincidence.
The sounds of your moans mixed with his low grunts filled the room.
“H-Harder… P-Please..” You begged, clinching onto the brim of the desk while he proceeded to rock your world.
Severus leaned down with his chest pressed against your back as he began to pick up his pace.
“Like this?” He asked with his lips pressed against your ear.
Your uphail of moans clearly answered for you.
The knots in your stomach were beginning to twist. You couldn’t last any longer.
Hell, you knew Severus was on the urge, you practically felt him twitching inside of you.
“G-God, I’m close..” You whined, squeezing one of your breasts.
“As am I..” He admitted as he continued to roll his hips against you.
“Then cum. Cum Professor.” You demanded feeling own orgasm corse through your body.
Severus pressed himself as deep as he could soon before he began to cum.
His grip around you tighten as he proceeded to cum.
His grunts were music to your ears.
Once he was finished, and sure you were filled with his seed he slowly began to pull out of you.
He immediately took a step back admiring the view on which you gave him, along side seeing his seed seeping down your thighs.
“We have to do this more often.” You teased, now gathering yourself together.
Severus was busy fixing his own clothes. You knew he’d agree.
Once you were finished, you turned to Severus with grin fixed on your lips.
“I look forward to our next Evaluation, Professor Snape.”
He held a wicked gaze while he looked at you.
“Likewise, Ms L/N..”
You left Hogwarts with your job complete and stomach filled with a Professors seed.
You definitely couldn’t wait for the next Evaluation.
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