Summary: āBut you are so beautiful loveā - āNo Iām not. And we both know that. Youāre just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, thatās all.ā - That didnāt sit well with you at all. You were determined to show him how wrong he is.
Contents: established relationship, artist reader, fluff, angst, Severus just feeling unworthy of love and affection, gender neutral reader, any pronouns
Nsfw warnings: dom/sub, sub!severus, top!reader, praise kink, sir kink(?), neck fetish, no intercourse, gentle dom
a/n: this is the second, and very first Snape smut Iāve written, so I hope youāll enjoy!
@giosnape thank you for the encouragement your perverted soul and the betaing! Also let me know if you would like to be tagged:)
~ English is still not my first language ~
āBut you are so beautiful loveā
āNo Iām not. And we both know that. Youāre just .. you're just too skilled of an artist, thatās all.ā - Severus mumbled into his pillow, turning the other way. You two were laying in your shared bed, shielded by pillows and blankets from the outside world, deep in Snapeās private chambers.
The castle finally became deserted and calm after being submitted to many busy studentās feet during the day. A new school term started after all! You know well what it meant for your lover: overworked, plus hours, less sleep, naughty-uninterested children and maybe the worst of all, that deep rooted hostility and hate towards the potions master.
It wonāt do at all. You thought, as you turned your head to look at the slim figure of your prince. He always talked about his appearance with such displeasure that it broke your heart. As your eyes traveled along the lines of his form, you saw no monstrosity that he usually describes. In the dim light of the candles, he appeared flawless in your gaze. Long, shiny dark hair, his pale scar filled skin, now covered by the blanket, that tells a story of survival and strength and his features that you couldnāt see now, were all a skillfully created art piece.
You turned your head to the other side, looking at a little writing table which stood in front of one of the two windows. There were many books, pergaments, quills and bottles neatly organized on its surface, apart from two objects. It was your quill and a pergamen you drew on. They were out of place among the neatly organised things on this neatly organised table .
Your pergamen depicted Severus the way you saw him. His sharp features are drawn with a fluid line, long amber hair giving them a living frame and dark eyes shining in the warm light you created. You mixed many shades together, creating a vibrant portrait of the usually grumpy potions master.
He walked in while you did the finishing touches of his portrait. You heard his rhythmic steps halt to a stop right behind you. You didnāt hear any sign of movement from him after that, so you stole a look at him.
There he stood, froze in place and time, mouth slightly open as he stared at his portrait made by your hands. He's never seen himself in a more beautiful light. You illustrated his features perfectly, yet when he looked at your art it wasnāt the same face he saw in the mirror.
Yours were a shining star, illuminated with a pure light from within, which sparkled through the nebulas of his eyes and landed him a handsome complexion.
However, when he saw his own image, there were no stars, no light, no beauty. Only a dry desert under the cold void without any trace of charm, suffocating under an invisible force.
āYou donāt like it?ā - you hesitantly broke the silence.
āI do! Itās just .. so beauteous.ā - he whispered into the silence that sat between you two, still looking at your drawing.
āIt looks like that, because this is how I see you dear.ā
āWhat?!ā
Your words shook him from his trans, now baring his dark eyes into yours. You read uncertainty, and a huge chunk of hope but most permanently disbelieve in them. As he stood there before you, something passionate burned behind his eyes. But before you could utter any other words, he shut them, watered them down so they couldnāt penetrate through the endless sky of his eyes.
āYou canāt possibly mean that.ā
āYes I do!ā - now you stood up fully to animate how much you meant your words. -ā I think you are the prettiest in the world.ā
You tried to reason with him, explain that he is indeed handsome and not at all disgusting, but to no avail. He shut the burning flames of him deep inside and you saw it was a lost battle on your side.
This cat-mouse dance went on all day, until the evening scene we saw at the beginning.
As you laid there you made up your mind. This wonāt do. You thought a thousandth time since that afternoon. You looked at him again. He wasnāt sleeping. You could tell by the posture of his shoulders and tense muscles under his nightgown. He was thinking.
You pulled yourself up, gently bringing your arm around his slim shoulders, caressing his arms while hinting a few kisses on his neck. You loved his neck so much. Most of the time hidden under layers of clothing, the skin is extremely delicate there. So pale, and showing his purple and red veins pulsating under, racing with each other at your touch. His Adam apple sticking out so much, the slightest movement visible.
He immediately leaned into your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lungs. You gently pulled him towards you, so now he was laying on his back. Sky-dark eyes bore into yours, blinking in the dim light. Oh god, he was so so gorgeous! Sheepishly looking up at you, already blushing and you havenāt even done anything. There were many aspects you loved about him, you couldnāt even list your favourite, but him becoming a shy, flushed mess at the littlest of praise was in your top five.
You continued to attack his neck with kisses, while you slowly removed his nightgown.
Then you looked down. His usually cold, calculated eyes now burned with a passion, mirroring the flames of the candles in the room. His breath started to become uneven and his pale skin, like an untouched canvas, started to bare your brushworks. Reddening flames formed in his chest and burned the path all the way up his neck, cheeks and ears.
āYou are beautiful, Severus.ā - his lips opened immediately to disagree, but you sealed them with your own, slowly savouring him. You started to run your fingers along the curves of his chest, lighting fires in his skin along the way. Little whimpers began to escape from his mouth, silently pleading for more.
āLook at you Sev. You look so pretty whimpering below meā - you leaned down, whispering into his ears. You started to play with his obsidian hair, laying his locks on his chest and shoulders and running your fingers through them. āSay that you are pretty and Iāll touch you.ā - you said, looking him straight into the eyes.
āN-no, I meanāā
āJust say the words Severus, and Iāll give you what you need. You need to be touched donāt you? ā
āYes s-sir.ā - he managed to say out loud between his little whining nosies, moving desperately beneath you.
āThen be a good boy, and tell me how pretty you are.ā
Ah those words again! Your praises set his insides on fire and freeing hundreds of butterflies in his chest all at once. The power you held over him scared him at first, but now it was his safety net. He could do anything and make any noise, he knew you wouldnāt mock him. You needed to say only a word and he would be on his knees in front of you, as if praying before his god. And now again, calling him a āgood boyā even though he didnāt deserve it, how would he have the strength to deny your order?
āI-Iām p-prett-y.ā
āYes, thatās my good boy.ā - you purred, as your hands started to work on his slender form. Fingers pulled and twisted sensitive nipples and lips showered soft scars with kisses. - ā You deserve this, Severus. You are so delicate, my handsome prince. ā - and he lost it. He sank deeper and deeper into that velvety bliss, leaving himself fully at your care. His loud moans filled the room with a few desperate āpleaseās. His whole body and mind gave into the pleasure, dancing and following your touch. His hips found those one rhythm, moving skippin up and down, making his hard member bouncing on his belly.
āTell me how beautiful you are and Iāll touch you where you most need it, love.ā
āI-Iām b-beaut-tiful-l.ā
āAnd how beautiful, hm? The most beautiful boy. Say it aloud.ā - you ordered again, making his moans more high pitched. - āThe-e m-most ,ah!, b-beau-utiful!ā - he managed to say between sighs, blushing into a deeper shade of red.
āGood boy, always doing your best for me.ā - as your praise left your lips, you started to work your hand up and down his member. Slowly you moved your palm, giving extra attention to the tip. The sounds which escape from Snape are so close to anguish. If not for the begging, youād think he is in pain. - āDon't stop... pl- ah! Please... more..." - mouth hangd open, as he moaned and screamed his pleas. He tried to hide his face with his arms, but you prevented it with your free hand.
āNo, you canāt hide. Youāll look at me and let me see that gorgeous face of yours.ā - he tried to fulfill your wish while his head sank deeper into the pillows, struggling to stop his eyes rolling back into his skull. His whole body was shaking at this point, hips desperately meeting your movements in mid-air while tears mixed with sweat on his face.
He looked so pathetic as he was struggling against your touches. Both flying him to heaven and leaving him without release. You adored that only you could push him into this state. So pathetic yet so beautiful still, gladly burning between the flames you created. -āPleasepleasepleaseplease..ā
āI donāt understand what you want if you don't use your words.ā
āI nee- hmm, need to-to cum..ā
āI want to hear you say that you are stunning. Then Iāll let you cum.ā
āNo s-sir ahh-I āā
āWe can continue this all night, but you arenāt allowed to cum, until I hear those words from your pretty lips.ā - and you cruelly pumped your hand faster all the way of his length, never stopping or slowing down. You watched as he fell apart, panting, crying and groaning oh so beautifully. As his pleasure took over, all the gates in his mind broke, freeing and waking him from a long slumber. He couldnāt take it anymore, he needed release so badly!
āAh-Iām-h s-stunni-ing!ā
āYes, you are stunning my love. Now cum for me, pretty boy.ā - and he did with his full body, muscles tightened as more pleasure washed over him, hips bucking high up above the bed to thrust deeper into your hand, eyes rolling back deep into his skull. He moaned so loudly it couldāve been in a pornfilm.
He was floating in ecstasy as he felt your light touch, gently cleaning him and covering his form with the warm blanket. You crawled under the blanket, pulling him into a tender hug.
āWill you believe me now, when I say I see you as a magnificent prince?ā
āHmmm, maybeā
You two chuckled and continued to cuddle behind the shield of pillows deep in Snapeās private chambers. The whole school will be in shock tomorrow, seeing the-usually-very-grumpy-potions master shining with glee.
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