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୨♡୧ ｡It starts with you being needy and sneaking into his office while he is working.

୨♡୧ ｡He tries to send you off at first, but you beg him to stay because you are bored and promise you won't bother him, so he ends up accepting. Obviously, you did not keep your promise.

୨♡୧ ｡At first, you sat quietly, working on your own assignments, but then you started to inch closer and closer to Severus. He wasn't stupid. He noticed it but chose not to comment, hoping you would stop. You didn't. You continued to get closer and closer until you were right by his side.

୨♡୧ ｡He sighed deeply, glancing away from his papers to instead focus on you.

'What are you doing?' 'Nothing.'

୨♡୧ ｡Severus exhaled deeply and tried to return to grading papers, which was significantly more challenging to do when you were clearly not doing your homework but instead were fixing him with your eyes.

'What is it?' 'Nothing.'

୨♡୧ ｡Snape's lips twitched in frustration, and he put his quill down. You were clearly not going to stop until you got what you wanted, so he crossed his arms and stared at you.

'What is it?'

୨♡୧ ｡This time, his voice was so serious and firm that you gulped and rubbed your knees shyly.

'Could I sit on your lap?'

୨♡୧ ｡Severus Snape tilted his head, his eyes widening as he heard the audacity of your request. There was no need for an answer; it was blatant. He wouldn't accept such a thing. That was his intention at least, because after another couple of minutes of you being a nuisance, he ended up agreeing.

୨♡୧ ｡You quickly climbed on him, straddling his thigh.

୨♡୧ ｡For the first part, you actually behaved.

୨♡୧ ｡Severus returned to grading papers, pleased to finally have peace, even if it meant having to accept you sitting on his lap. Sitting would have been tolerable, but you were a minx, and you didn't stop at that.

୨♡୧ ｡Severus grunted as he suddenly felt you move. It wasn't a gentle kind of move, but you ground against his thigh.

'Sorry, it was an accident.'

୨♡୧ ｡You lied, and without proof of the contrary, he accepted that excuse.

୨♡୧ ｡But then it happened again. This time, you ground harder, your hands on Severus' shoulders, clutching them as you moaned at the sensation.

'Was this also an accident?'

୨♡୧ ｡He mocked, putting his quill down again.

୨♡୧ ｡You stared down, embarrassed, but didn't stop. After all, Severus didn't say you should. He just pointed out that your actions were intentional. He leaned back slightly, watching as you began to move again, rhythmical movements as your hips rolled against him, clothed cunt grinding against his thigh.

୨♡୧ ｡Severus let you do so, although he did well at containing himself; there was an undeniable erection growing painfully in his briefs. Yet he didn't act on it.

୨♡୧ ｡He tried to pick up his quill and work on the papers, but this time it was your needy moans that disrupted his focus.

୨♡୧ ｡As you rode him, you got close. Dangerously close to an orgasm. Feeling it coming over you soon, Severus thought you might stop being a nuisance, so he slid his free hand down between your bodies, helping you chase your orgasm.

୨♡୧ ｡The climax crashed over you embarrassingly quickly, and you collapsed against Severus' chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand away from your crotch, returning his attention to his papers.

୨♡୧ ｡But this time, another problem arose.

୨♡୧ ｡You stopped bugging him, you were finally quiet and obedient on his lap, but he? He had to deal with the consequences of your naughty behaviour.

୨♡୧ ｡His erection was distracting him, but he didn't want to give in to such foolish acts without finishing his work first. Discipline had to come before these bodily desires.

୨♡୧ ｡Yet he couldn't focus.

'Foolish girl, look what you have done.'

୨♡୧ ｡Severus grunted, dropping his quill once again. This time, he reached down, opening up his robes, releasing his throbbing erection from his briefs.

୨♡୧ ｡You stared down at it curiously.

୨♡୧ ｡At first, you wanted to help with your hand or your mouth, but Severus stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

'Not. So. Fast.'

୨♡୧ ｡He guided his hand to your thigh, feeling up and under your skirt, pushing it up. Severus pulled you closer, moving your knickers to the side and adjusting his position more comfortably under you.

୨♡୧ ｡Then he grabbed his shaft and eased himself inside you with a needy low gasp.

୨♡୧ ｡You tried to start moving, but again, he stopped you, both hands gripping your hips.

'Do not.' 'But?' 'No. I have work to fulfil.' 'But?' 'After I finish this work. Now stay still and rest.'

୨♡୧ ｡You nodded and complied. You were tired after your own orgasm, so you were glad to shift comfortably and rest against Severus Snape's chest while he sighed and continued his work.

୨♡୧ ｡His shaft filled you perfectly, stretched you to the point you felt like riding him, but he said no, and you, for once, behaved and listened.

୨♡୧ ｡Despite the cock inside you, you could stay comfortable.

୨♡୧ ｡Severus was still distracted by his erection, but with his size inside you, he felt compelled to finish grading the papers faster so he could fuck the brains out of you after and punish you for bothering him while he worked.

୨♡୧ ｡But that had to wait.

୨♡୧ ｡For now, he had to be patient.

୨♡୧ ｡Patience was key.

୨♡୧ ｡He gripped the quill tightly and focused on the papers.

୨♡୧ ｡You made his job nowhere easier because, occasionally, as he worked on the papers, you would make soft, pleased sounds and squirm a bit, adjusting your position, which only pushed Severus to feel needier, his erection throbbing painfully as he fought himself to resist the urge.

୨♡୧ ｡That painful urge to grab your thighs and fuck you.

୨♡୧ ｡You felt the throbbing, sensed his neediness, and decided to be a brat, to make his life harder.

୨♡୧ ｡That was something you were very good at.

୨♡୧ ｡You made it a point to keep going, shifting and squirming, making soft motions enough to cause a little friction that would drive Severus mad with lust.

When Severus took on his job at Hogwarts, you were quick to follow. It was shortly after the two of you married, and you didn't like the idea of him being away for the majority of the year. And so began the next several years of your lives as two professors with the same last name. It mostly causes confusion for the first years, but given some time they sort it out. One of the biggest contributors to sorting the two of you from each other was your drastic polar opposite personalities.

Severus was well.. Himself, in the gentlest of terms. While you loved him, he made it very hard for anyone else, especially students too as well. And you? You were fun and easy to talk to or approach. Just about everything Severus wasn't on the outside. Luckily for you, you got to see what was on the inside as well. And boy did you love to abuse that. Part of knowing the eye of the storm was knowing what brought it out.

The easiest way to achieve that was through humor. Believe it or not, the man is capable of laughter. And a lot of it at that. Much to his annoyance and embarrassment, you poked fun at that during the worst possible times. It'd be fine if it was just the two of you alone, like in your chambers or after office hours. But no. That would be far less entertaining for you.

There was a small period of time where you had some difficulty finding ways to keep up your mischief, however. Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts and just opened up a whole world of bad memories for the man. While it wasn't the child's fault he was the spitting image of his father, your husband's biggest bully, you still sympathized with him. And then Gilderoy Lockhart got hired. That window got reopened because of it. If there was one thing Severus found funny it was making fun of stupid people. And who was a better target than Lockhart?

From the moment that man sat down at the High Table you cooked up about half a million jokes to make about him. The moment the blonde laid eyes on you he got it into his head that you would have the hots for him. He was a celebrity after all. He was yet to find a woman he wanted that didn't want him in turn. During the first feast of the year/sorting ceremony, he was quick to sit beside you. Luckily though, Severus was already on your other side.

"Hello"

You slowly turn to look at the blonde, confused and baffled by his audacity. You were literally just in the middle of a conversation with your husband.

"Uhm.. Hi?"

"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, though you probably already knew that" while boasting, he wore that signature arrogant smile and ran a hair through his hair. You were unimpressed.

"Right.. I'm Y/N Snape," you pull back, gesturing to the man on your other side. "and this is my husband Severus"

Severus, ever the cherub, met Gilderoy with the nastiest sneer he could muster. Instantly the blonde faltered. He fumbled over his words and gave a very cowardly greeting before quickly turning his attention to whoever was sitting on his other side. You scoff, turning to face your husband.

"Ridiculous. I could have sworn common sense was more common in our generation"

Severus gave a brief eyebrow raise at your comment, taking a sip of his drink. That one wasn't so funny, but at least you got a good reaction out of him. And fortunately for you, Gilderoy had an insatiable habit of making an utter fool of himself. During the first week of the term he very obnoxiously expressed that.

He went and gave every member of staff a copy of every book he'd ever written. Severus was quick to immediately throw all of them away. In front of Gilderoy. You however, kept them and read them. After all, you needed some sort of ammunition against the man. It wasn't an easy feat though. If anyone with a brain read his books after spending more than ten seconds with him they could see he was a liar and a fat mouth. During dinner in the Great Hall during dinner one night, the hedonistic fool was back at it. Though, he never really stopped to begin with.

Growing tired of listening to his endless boasting while waiting for everyone to show up to the meeting, you leaned over to Severus in the most nonchalant way you could.

"The other day he tried to flirt with me again"

"If only you were adaptable to his charm." Severus drawled, giving his eyes a roll.

"He tried to tell me that he knew a thing or two about potions himself. In case I ever got tired of constantly going to you. Even claimed he could easily tutor you."

Severus clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the blonde man a few seats down.

"And what did you tell him?"

"That hair gel doesn't count"

Your husband choked out a snort of laughter, then instantly composing himself. You grinned widely at his reaction. Finally, a good one out of him. A few teachers within vicinity caught his choked snicker and turned to look at the otherwise brooding man in confusion. A few students seemed to have noticed it as well, not sure if he was in pain or not.

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, to which your grin grew into a smirk. So Gilderoy was the perfect source of comedy after all. Noticing the attention shifting from him to Severus, Gilderoy wasted no time turning his attention to the two of you.

"Y/N, Snape. How are you this fine evening?"

Severus gave Gilderoy a less than pleased look. The man had recently taken to only addressing to you by first name and Severus by last. And by no means were you on a first name basis with him.

"Splendid! My husband and I were just talking about your genius"

"Oh you were? Hah, yes. It is rather extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Your pension for total ignorance in every word coming out of your mouth? Yes, yes I dare say it is"

Severus' lips tightened into a very firm thin line, holding back another snicker. What you said wasn't all that funny, sure. But rather Gilderoy's reaction is what got him. He flicked his eyes away, shoulders tensing. Gilderoy, fumbled. Like he did everytime you said something mean to him.

"W-Well, what is ignorance to some is pure genius to others. It's a matter of opinion really"

"I'm sure. You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Severus then got up and left the Hall, practically holding his breath. Your gall was part of why he married you, but he despised it a little now. There were a few incidents similar to that one later on, but when Severus really broke wasn't until the staff Yule party. Like every year, there was a secret Santa within the staff. Luckily, neither you or Severus got Gilderoy, or the other way around.

That didn't stop the theatrics, unfortunately. Gilderoy had gotten Minerva. You pitted her, knowing she thought the blonde as much as you and your husband did. He, as predicted, mad a total ass of himself during the gift exchange at the party. He had given Minerva his latest book and a signed picture of himself. As if she, or anyone in their right mind would want that. Let alone for Christmas.

You along with all of the staff alike were sat at a large table together. Gilderoy was sat next to Minerva, and you and Severus were directly across from the two. Gilderoy to you and Minerva to Severus. The blonde handed Minerva his gift, his usual proud smile on.

"Here you are my dear, no need to thank me. I know it's spectacular"

Minerva side eyed Gilderoy and then opened the wrapped parcel. After pulling the two things out and judging them for a moment, she gave a tight lipped thank you. You however, were not nearly as composed as your co-worker was.

"Are you serious?!"

You exclaimed, earning the attention of everyone.

"Who in this room other than yourself would ever, and I mean ever want that?! The whole purpose of the Secret Santa is to highlight how well we know on another! You could have at least had the decency to pretend to care about what Minnie would have liked!"

Gilderoy opened and closed his mouth a few times, attempting to speak but nothing came out but sputtering. The entire room was dead silent for a beat or two, everyone equally as socked as the other. And then it happened. The most glorious thing. Severus burst out into laughter. Not a snicker or snort. A full blown fit of raw, loud laughter. It only took a few moments of shock for his laughter to spread to other professors.

You linked your arm with his as you both wandered into The Three Broomsticks, seeking refuge from the chill autumn wind. His black cloak billowed dramatically behind him, as it usually does, before finally resting along his figure once he was out of the cool breeze. Madam Rosmerta acknowledged you both with her usual warm smile. “Ah, Professor Snape! And your lovely wife as well. Welcome back!” she greeted you as she wiped down the bar. “The usual table by the fire?”

Your steps faltered. Wife? You never told her that you were married before. Severus stiffened beside you, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. You glanced up at him, expecting a sharp correction like he would carry out to his students, but he merely nodded curtly. “Yes, that will do.”

Rosmerta hurried off, oblivious, while you slid into your seat at the table across from the brooding professor. As you admired the warmth of the fire, you couldn’t help but notice Severus’s expression. His brows were furrowed, his dark eyes distant in thought. 

“Wife?” you teased softly after the inn keeper had delivered you both a drink, nudging his knee under the table. “I’m surprised you didn’t correct her.”

He took a slow sip of his firewhiskey. “It seemed unnecessary. The woman prattles enough without encouragement.”

But there was something in his voice, a warmth beneath the drawl, that made your heart skip a few beats. You studied him, the way the firelight softened the sharp lines of his face, highlighting the stray silver strands in his black hair. “It didn’t bother you?”

He set his glass down with an audible clink. “Should it have?” he asked slowly, his gaze meeting yours. “We’ve been together long enough that assumptions are… inevitable.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you replied, finally taking a sip of your own drink. 

—

Severus barely closed the door of chambers before his lips were on yours, his kiss hungry and fierce. His hands pulled you closer, pressing you against him as he mapped the curve of your waist, the lines of your shoulders. In his mind, though, he thought about what it would be like to be married to you. To wake up to you each morning in his bed, to have your laughter echoing through these cold stone walls, a ring shining on your finger as a declaration of his devotion. The thought made him deepen the kiss, a low groan escaping him.

You smiled against his lips, your own hands reaching up to undo the ungodly amount of buttons he had along his robes. “You’re imagining it, aren’t you?” you asked, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “Tell me, my love, what would it be like if we were married?”

He exhaled sharply, his dark eyes meeting your own as he busied himself with the fastenings of your own robes. “You’d be insufferable,” he said, but his tone was fond and tender. “You’d fill my shelves with unnecessary knick-knacks, beg that I leave my papers to come read with you only to wind up talking about my day instead, and overall, you’d be like an annoying bug that wouldn’t leave my office even if the door was left open.” 

You laughed softly as he slid your robes off of you. “You’d love every second of it, though.”

He didn’t deny it, instead, he finished undoing the rest of the buttons of his own robes, letting them meet with yours on the stone below. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring your taste, savoring the way your body arched into his. 

You guided him back, pressing him down onto the satin sheets of his bed, and he let you. He let your hands slide down his body and settle on his waist. He let you crawl your way over top of him and straddle his hips. He let you tease him by rubbing the fat head of his cock against your clit. And finally, he let you toy with his chest as you sunk down onto him, taking him inch by inch into your wet heat. His hands gripped your hips, gently guiding you as you rode him. 

“You’d make such a good husband,” you gasped out, nails clawing for purchase against his skin as he buried himself to the hilt. 

He groaned, low and deep in his throat, as his cock throbbed deep inside you. His own nails dug into the flesh of your hips, leaving small crescent marks in their wake. 

You teased him by sliding up, stilling when it was just his tip left inside you, before circling your hips down with a breathy moan. “Such a good husband,” you repeated, continuing your teasing. “Letting me have you like this, letting me take care of you like a good little wife.”

A breathless whimper escaped his lips as his hips bucked up to meet your own, hands guiding you to go faster. A loud moan slipped past your lips as he angled himself to go deeper, to press against the bundle of nerves that rested inside you with each desperate thrust. “That’s it,” he cooed, fucking up into you with a precision that left you breathless. “My beautiful wife, taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You swore your heart stopped when he finally called you his wife, heat gathering quickly in your core. You leaned down, bringing him into a sloppy kiss, his tongue clashing with your own. The sounds of your wetness filled the room with each thrust, only adding more fuel to the fire in your belly. “Severus,” you gasped against his lips, hands tangling into his hair and gripping desperately at his shoulder. 

“Yes, wife?” he hummed, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke, as if he knew the effect that one word had on you. Turns out, he did, for in the next moment he guided your hips as you came around him with a cry of his name. “That’s it, good girl,” he coaxed, gently guiding you through your orgasm as he picked up the pace, now chasing his own high as his thrusts grew sloppy. “You’re going to be a good little wife and let me fill you, yes?” he asked, titling your head up to meet his gaze, his aching cock throbbing against your pulsating walls.

You nodded, too blissed out to respond, but that was all he needed. He spilled into you, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go, a strained whine escaping from his lips. For a moment, you both stayed like that, joined together and breathless, basking in the afterglow. His hands rubbed soothing circles into your hips, before he pulled you up for another kiss, slow, sensual, but just as passionate. 

“You did so good,” he praised, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Gently, he slipped out of you, maneuvering you to rest beside him on the sheets. As if on instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your chest. Your fingers ran through his hair, which was now tangled as well as greasy, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You treat me so well, my dear, my sweet husband” you hummed contentedly, smiling down at him as you pulled him in closer. Severus sighed, relaxing into you and your touch. Perhaps the idea of marriage would be coming sooner than he had thought, because for once in his life, he finally felt cared for, loved, and, dare he say it, happy.