#severus x reader

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. 

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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.

Sharing quarters at the castle with Severus Snape had once sounded like a temporary arrangement.

"Only while the war lasts," he had promised you, his voice rough, but his eyes full of an anxiety he made no effort to hide from you.

And you, with your growing belly and your almost childlike need to feel protected, hadn't had the will to argue much.

Now, Hogwarts had once again become your home. But the physical closeness you shared here hadn't brought the intimacy you had hoped for.

In truth, if you were honest with yourself, you couldn't even remember the last time Severus had truly touched you.

It had been weeks —too many— since his hands had roamed your body with the urgency you so desperately craved.

Though his gestures remained protective, attentive even, his eyes seemed to carefully avoid yours whenever your changing, prominently sensual curves intruded into his line of sight.

Despite being well into your third trimester, you clung to teaching classes as if they were a lifeline, while Severus —and half your colleagues— insisted, with growing impatience, that you should be dedicating your days solely to yourself and the baby. But you were stubborn. You had always been.

Now, wrapped in a silk robe that outlined every new inch of your body —the wider hips, the heavy breasts, the firm, rounded belly— you crossed the bedroom toward the bed, foolishly hoping, maybe, to catch his eye.

He didn’t lift his gaze.

Seated in his usual armchair, with a heavy tome on dark magic resting across his lap, Severus seemed utterly engrossed in his reading. His eyes barely moved. Your heart, tightened with every step you took. When had it become so hard just to get him to look at you?

On a painful, impulsive whim, you moved closer. From behind the chair, you tilted your head, and then you saw it.

Tucked between the open pages of the large book, Severus was hiding a smaller, much more modest volume. One that had nothing to do with dark magic. One filled with meticulous notes about protective charms for newborns. Safe potions during pregnancy.

And suddenly, the heavy knot in your chest twisted into something else entirely. You had to admit it was adorable, even as the bittersweet ache remained.

Leaning over the back of the armchair, you slipped your arms around him, brushing your nose along the line of his neck before pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.

Severus startled, slamming the heavy tome shut, the sound echoing sharply against the stone walls.

"You don't have to hide what you're really reading..." you whispered against his ear, offering him a small, trembling smile —something caught between tenderness and sadness.

He let out a huff, loaded with irritation. Not at you, never at you. Irritation at himself, perhaps. For letting himself be caught, for being so transparent with you.

Without a word, with a kind of reverent patience, he took your wrists in his long hands and gently drew you toward him.

Guiding you firmly, he settled you onto his lap, handling your weight as if you were made of glass.

The warmth of his body beneath yours, the unmistakable scent of him —it was home to you. And lately, you had felt it so painfully distant.

One of his hands, large, rough, and warm, instinctively came to rest on your swollen belly.

He began to caress it in slow circles, his thumb tracing lazy paths over the fine silk of your robe. "You should stop teaching already," he murmured, his voice low, rasping, almost defeated. "You should be thinking only of... the two of you."

It was so strange to hear him speak like that, without his usual armor. For a moment, you simply surrendered to the rhythm of his caress, to that rare, precious intimacy.

A sudden dampness on the silk caught his attention before it caught yours.

Severus frowned slightly —not in disgust, but in concentration— and brought his fingers to the small damp spot blooming over your chest.

He touched the wet fabric with an unusual gentleness, almost reverent, like someone handling something sacred they didn’t fully understand.

His fingers hovered there for a breathless moment, suspended between surprise and a raw, almost childlike curiosity.

It was then that you, trapped in the current of your own insecurities, shifted away from his lap.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying somehow to shield yourself, and averted your gaze, refusing to meet his.

Before you could stop yourself, the words burst out, burning in your throat:

"I don't want to give you... another reason not to want me."

Your voice barely cracked, no louder than a whisper, yet it carried more weight than any scream.Your eyes filled with tears, though you stayed proud, rigid, as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t care.

You turned toward the bed, your steps almost defiant, your back stiff.

But Severus didn’t hesitate for a second.

He rose from his chair, the book forgotten, crossing the space between you in only a few long strides. His hand caught yours before you could climb into bed. It wasn’t a pull, just his fingers wrapping warmly, firmly around your wrist.

"Don't ever say that again," he murmured, his voice low, rough, filled with something that made you shiver to your bones.

He pulled you gently, turning you to face him. There was no rush, no forcefulness .Only his gaze, dark and intense, locking onto yours —and you felt stripped bare under it.

His hands slid upward, releasing your wrist to frame your face. He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, brushing them tenderly, as if trying to wipe away the tears before they could fall.

"You are beautiful," he said, as if it were an undeniable, absolute truth.

The tenderness of his words, the restrained worship in his gaze, struck hard against the wall of insecurity you had built inside yourself.

Something within you cracked, dangerously close to breaking. Severus leaned in then, his forehead resting against yours, his warm breath mingling with your own.

"All of you," he whispered. "Every change, every new part of you... you have no idea how much I want you, how much I've fought it."

His nose brushed yours in a gesture so small, so intimate, your knees almost buckled.

His hands slid down, gliding over your arms, your fuller hips, and finally came to rest, reverently, over the generous curve of your belly.

He held you like that, breathing you in, as if every beat of your heart was the most precious thing he had ever known.

His hands, still firm on your hips, trembled ever so slightly as he lifted his gaze to you.

A moment of silence stretched between you, so thick you could almost hear your own heart pounding against it.

With meticulous slowness, his fingers sought the sash that held your silk robe closed.

He looked at you, asking permission without words.

And when you didn’t resist, he pulled the ribbon loose with a careful tug. The fabric parted, not fully, but enough to expose your torso, your full, heavy breasts.

The lingering trace of dampness still visible on one of them, the most intimate evidence of the life growing inside you.

Severus let out a low sound, something between a sigh and a groan. It wasn't unchecked lust. It was wonder. Pure fascination.

His hands, warm and rough, traveled slowly upward, caressing your shoulders, your arms —every new, sensitive inch of your skin.

He paused at the curve of your neck, the line of your collarbones, as if he were committing every part of you to memory.

He leaned in then, brushing you with his lips —not urgent kisses, but patient touches.

A kiss in the hollow of your throat.

Another on the sharp bone of your shoulder.

Another, trembling slightly, just above one of your breasts.

"You are perfect," he murmured against your skin, his voice heavy with a reverence that made your lungs seize.

His fingers ventured lower, tracing the line beneath your breasts with no hurry, like a man cradling something too precious to risk harming.

Everything in him screamed desire, but also something deeper —adoration.

You felt precious. For the first time in weeks.

His large, steady hands continued gliding over you, exploring the new fullness of your body without rush, without judgment.

His thumbs brushed along the sides of your breasts, then down to the generous curve of your belly, massaging in slow, wide circles —as if he wanted to soothe your child even as he worshiped you.

His mouth followed the path his hands had traced earlier, his nose nuzzling the lush swell of your breast.

With inhuman patience, Severus tilted his head and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the damp skin of your breast. The heat of his mouth against you contrasted sharply with the cool silk still clinging to your hips, and a trembling sigh escaped your lips before you could hold it back.

He took your nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it with wet, reverent warmth. You gasped softly, your fingers tangling in his messy hair, holding on to him.

Severus growled low in his throat, a sound almost primal, at feeling you respond so openly under his touch.

He straightened just enough to meet your eyes, his lips shining slightly, his breath ragged.

With patient hands, he slid the rest of the robe off your body, letting it pool at your feet.

He looked at you then, standing naked before him —your belly full with life, your breasts heavy, your skin taut and achingly sensitive.

And instead of averting his gaze, Severus devoured you with it —every new curve, every mark, every part of you that now existed to carry the miracle of his child.

With a firm gesture, he took your hands, placed them on his shoulders, and then lifted you easily, as if you weighed nothing at all, laying you down with infinite gentleness on the bed.

He leaned over you, sliding naturally between your legs, resting his weight carefully to your side.

His hands never stopped moving —caressing your belly, your sides, your thighs— as if he couldn’t decide where to start, as if he needed to map every part of you anew.

And his mouth...

His mouth returned to your skin, planting open, wet, hungry kisses along your breasts, your stomach, the edges of your hips.

His lips traveled even lower, leaving a wet trail down the lower curve of your belly.

His hands slid to your thighs, parting them with firm but careful insistence —not rough, not demanding— simply inevitable, as if he had waited too long to dare touch you.

His breath washed over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and a fragile, trembling moan tore from your throat.

Severus didn’t rush.

Instead of devouring you hungrily, he looked up at you, his black eyes gleaming under the messy curtain of his hair.

Waiting. Asking without words.

You, trembling, lifted a hand to his cheek, caressing the roughness of his skin. It was all the answer he needed.

With a reverence almost religious, he lowered his mouth to you. His tongue slid first, soft and slow, between your swollen folds, exploring you, savoring you.

You arched your back, a high, broken moan shattering the stillness of the bedroom.

Severus growled low against you, the vibration rumbling through your flesh, and he gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open while he lazily circled your clit with devastating patience.

His movements were constant, meticulous, designed to consume you slowly, to show you —without needing a single word— how much he wanted you, how much he worshiped you in every phase, through every change.

He kissed you there as he had kissed your belly, your breasts —with hunger, but also with tenderness.

There was no rush. There was no need for anything except you. You in his mouth, you in his hands.

When your hips began moving against his mouth, when your moans became uncontrollable, Severus slipped two fingers inside you with exquisite care, slow and steady, filling you gradually as his tongue kept dancing over you.

Your body, so sensitive, so alive, responded with violent sweetness.

The orgasm overtook you without warning, without permission, ripping broken cries from your throat that barely sounded like your own.

Your hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders, anything you could reach, as if afraid you might fall apart without him anchoring you.

And Severus didn’t move away.

He kept licking, kissing, holding you through the shudders of your climax, only lifting his head when you finally lay trembling beneath him, soft moans slipping from your lips, shattered and adored beyond words.

Only then did he lift his face to you.

His face was undone with desire.

He slid over you slowly, propping himself up on his elbows so as not to crush you, adjusting his body alongside yours so as not to put pressure on your belly, yet still maintaining the desperate closeness you both craved.

His erection, hard and throbbing, brushed your thigh as he settled in, trembling slightly at the contact.

But he waited.

He left the last word to you.

"May I...?" he whispered, hoarse, his voice almost breaking with restraint.

You nodded, lifting a hand to stroke his chest —a small gesture of tenderness, trust, longing.

Severus exhaled sharply, as if you had torn the weight of the world from his shoulders, and wrapped you in his arms.

He shifted to his side, pulling your back against his chest, guiding you until your thigh rested over his hip, opening you to him with infinite care.

His hand trembled slightly as he lowered it between you, guiding himself, searching for the heat he had missed so desperately.

When he found you—wet, soft, waiting—he let out a low, ragged groan. A sound that vibrated through your skin even before he began.

He entered you slowly. So slowly.

As if he couldn’t believe he truly had you like this: open for him, in this state.

You felt every inch of his hardness pressing into you, every fiber of your body stretching to receive him.

Your belly tightening softly, your chest heaving, a broken sob escaping your throat before you could even recognize it.

He paused for a fraction of a second, buried fully inside you, gasping into your ear. The heat of his breath, the tremble of his muscles, everything enveloped you, claimed you.

And then he began to move.

At first, his thrusts were long, deep, calculated.

You felt so full of him, invaded in the sweetest, heaviest way, as if your body had been made only for him.

But it didn’t take long for his control to unravel.

The hunger he had bottled up for weeks, that passion he had repressed out of fear of hurting you, slipped to the surface.

His rhythm grew more insistent, less perfect, more human.

His large hand cradled your belly, as if to remind himself of your fragility... but his hips couldn't help but quicken, slamming against you with a need barely held in check.

"Merlin..." he murmured against your ear, his voice raw, lost. "I missed you."

The low rumble of his voice, vibrating through you, almost made you cry.

You felt ablaze.

Every friction of his body within yours stoked hidden embers inside you, each movement of his pelvis against your rear sending electric waves up your spine.

The heat between your legs was unbearable, slippery, overflowing, each of Severus' thrusts tearing moans from you you no longer tried to contain.

The sensation of his hot, hard flesh sliding against your walls, filling you with every push, was overwhelming.

The pressure inside you built and built, a cruel promise holding you suspended between pleasure and desperation.

Severus seemed desperate not to let you go.

He clutched you against him, his hand alternating between your belly, your thigh, drawing you harder against him, setting a rhythm he could no longer pretend to control.

He fucked you in long, heavy strokes, each thrust dragging a moan from your lips.

Didn't give you space to think or breathe. Only to feel.

"So fucking beautiful..." he rasped into your ear, his hand sliding to cup your heavy breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive, leaking nipple. "Mine. Every part of you..."

You whimpered at the rough squeeze, at the obscene wetness slicking your thighs, at the pressure building unbearably inside you.

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer as his pelvis slammed into you in erratic, deeper thrusts.

His hand found your throat, not choking, just holding —a possessive, grounding weight that had you keening his name.

You surrendered to the brutal, sweet rhythm of his hips, to the relentless glide of his hot flesh, to the torrent of emotions and sensations that drowned you.

Your body spasmed around him, heat bursting through your core as the orgasm tore you apart. You screamed with pleasure as you came, tears streaming from your tightly shut eyes, your legs trembling uncontrollably.

You felt his body convulse behind you just seconds later, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he spilled inside you, clutching you with all the desperate love he could offer.

And even after emptying himself, even after groaning your name against your sweaty skin, he didn’t pull away.

He held you tighter.

He covered you with his body as if he could shield you from everything.

As you both trembled, trapped in that moment, Severus kissed the back of your neck—once, twice, a thousand times—murmuring words you could barely hear.

Eventually, as your breathing slowed and the tremors faded from your limbs, Severus shifted just enough to see your face.

He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

"You are everything," he whispered, the words breaking against your skin.

You turned your head slightly, finding his mouth in the softest of kisses, one that tasted of salt and love and everything you had both survived to reach this moment.

Held tightly against him, you let yourself fall—completely, irrevocably—into the arms of the only man who had ever truly seen you.

She would kill Remus as soon as she fixes that. Great idea, why not open the suspect power he got from a student and smell it. Y/N groans, walking down the dungeons, hoping that Snape was still awake. Noting the light under the door of his classroom, she knocked softly before opening the door. There he was, working some potion when she entered. 

Snape soon noticed Y/N entering, looking at her oddly. It wasn’t common for her to be there, especially that late. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking at her. 

Y/N was sweating slightly, feeling her body warm and her face was probably red by now. She would kill Lupin for that, that’s for sure “No…” 

He took notice of her flushed appearance and he immediately felt a sense of concern and a bit of confusion as he approached her slowly “What happened? Are you sick?” He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral even as his worry for you grew. 

“No...” Immediately, Y/N took a step back, not wanting to be close to him, especially in those...conditions. Oh, she would kill Lupin. “ 

Snape took another step forward once she took a step back, as a reflex. He paused at her taking a step back again, feeling more confused “Then why are you sweating?” 

“I...” How would she tell him that? “Merlin, this is embarrassing...” Y/N looked down, trying to control her breathing and her mind, that kept telling for her to just forget everything and jump on the man right in front of her. And his deep voice wasn’t helping her case.  

Snape tilted his head in confusion, his concern slowly turning into irritation “Spit it out, I don’t have all night.” 

“So...” Y/N started “Lupin confiscated a small vial from a boy on his class... and he decided we should check it...” 

“And?” His eyes darkened slightly as you mentioned Lupin, he disliked the man like the plague, and he had to hold back a scoff.  

“And it had this kind of powder...”  

Snape as getting even more irritated as she being proposedly vague in her answer “What powder?” 

Y/N looked at her hands, ignoring his question “And we thought ‘hey, we should check this...” 

He was starting to grow frustrated now, his patience wearing thin, as she ignored his question. He took a step closer, his voice growing a bit sharper “I asked you a question. What powder?” 

She sighs, looking back at him “It was a pink powder...it seems like...like an aphrodisiac or something like that...” 

“You’re joking…” He said, trying to remain composed as he looked at Y/N, his mind going over a thousand scenarios suddenly. 

Y/N shakes her head, biting her lip before she spoke again “Yeah...funny thing though. Lupin accidently spilled on us and we end up inhaling it.” 

If his eyes widened more, they would pop right out of their sockets. “You what.” He said lowly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge as he stared at her, his entire body growing rigid. 

“We didn’t know what it was!” She quickly says in her defense, but she had to agree that it did sound stupid. 

“Are you two idiotic?” Snape snapped, his voice now filled with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. He couldn’t understand how two adults who worked at a school could be so careless, and honestly, neither did she. “Spilling and inhaling any form of powder without knowing what it is...You could have poisoned yourselves beyond repair!” 

“It was an accident.” Cleary, she didn’t have much to defend herself and Lupin. It was stupid, but they didn’t think a student would have a poison. But considering some students...they should. 

“If you would have been poisoned you could have died, you understand that, yes?” He asked firmly, his eyes never leaving her face, suddenly thankful she was still breathing. 

Y/N sighs. Snape was right, like always. “Not our brightest moment, I admit.”  

“Not your brightest moment?” He repeated, his voice taking on a mocking edge as he looked at her “You should know better. The both of you. Grown adults. Careless enough to do this.” 

 “Please, just tell me you have some potion that can help me with...this.” She looked at him, almost begging. The effects were worse by the moment, being here, with him, alone, wasn’t helping. His mind was racing to come up with any solution as she spoke the words, and he silently cursed the situation in his head. Cursing Lupin for being an absolute idiot, cursing Y/N for being so careless.  

 “You’re sure it’s an…aphrodisiac?” He asked lowly, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at her. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Yes. I’m very sure.” 

He returned her eye rolling, his expression hardening “I’m just trying to make sure I give you the correct information. What are you feeling, exactly?”  

“I’m feeling warm and...you know, aroused.” She says, her voice a little lower now. Snape whole mind went blank for a split second. He hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward with it, and he didn’t know how to handle it.  

“Warm, and…aroused?” He echoed, his voice sounding hoarse as he spoke. 

“Yes. Aroused.” She felt like he was doubting her? No, it was something else. “What else do I need to say? That I feel my panties soaked? That I just want someone to fuck me right on this moment so this will pass? That I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get a dick right now?” 

His eyes darkened as she spoke, the words going straight to his body and making his mind fill with more thoughts he tried desperately to push down “No, there’s no need for that…” He said firmly, a hint of agitation in his voice as he clenched his jaw again. Merlin, why was this situation suddenly so much torturous for him? 

Snape took a deep breath before continuing, trying to pull himself together “I’m not sure there’s a specific potion for this sort of predicament.”  

Y/N groans frustrated, leaning against the wall. Great. He could practically see the frustration rolling off of her. He took another step toward her, despite feeling as though he should do the opposite “I’m trying to find a solution, have a bit of patience, will you?” 

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one affected by the aphrodisiac.” Y/N says a little sharp than she intended. 

He couldn’t help the slight twitch of irritation that crossed his face as she snapped at him “Oh, forgive if you and Lupin can’t use a single brain cell to think that open an unknow powder would be a bad idea.” 

Another sigh of frustration left her lips “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just...hard to think right now.” 

“It’s fine…don’t apologize, just give me a moment to think…” He was irritated, yes, but he also understood what she was going through. 

She nods and put some more distance between them. “I feel like I’ll die if I don’t fuck.”  

“That’s the effect of the aphrodisiac. I’m trying to find a way to help.” Snape was thinking of every potion he knows, every book he ever read about the subject but he couldn’t think of nothing to help her with the effects of the powder.  

“You can help.” She says, looking at him. Yes, probably her brain turned to jelly right now for her to be saying that. But she couldn’t help, she couldn’t stand anymore what she was feeling, all the desire, all the lust she have for him taking over. 

“How can I help?” He said, his voice suddenly sounding a bit huskier than before. He was starting to struggle with his own thoughts. 

Y/N takes a few steps forward to him “You know how.” 

His body tensed as he looked at her, the words sinking in, and he found himself torn between trying to fight his own thoughts and desires, or giving in to the situation “You know I shouldn’t…I’m your colleague...” 

“I don’t care right now.” She says while her hands reach the buttons of his robes, opening one by one. A shudder traveled over his body as he felt her hands working on his black robe, her fingers slowly moving across the buttons. His heart began to speed up further, his breathing growing a bit harsher as he looked down at you. 

“Merlin…” He breathed, his voice a strangled tone. 

The robe had a lot of buttons, but soon she finished, discarding somewhere on the floor. She started opening the white button shirt. Snape no longer trying to fight against the situation. He knew there was no point, not anymore. And he wanted this. He wanted her. His shirt soon fell to the floor, leaving him in the undershirt and pants, feeling the heat in his body spreading over his body like wildfire as he stared at you. 

“How many layers do you use?” She asks while she pulls the undershirt off his body, also discarding with the other pieces of clothes.  

Snape couldn’t help a small chuckle at her question while she left him in just his pants now, before he spoke “Too many…I’m starting to regret that decision…” 

Y/N was fast to pull all of her clothes off, she was desperate for his cock right now. She didn’t waste any time and soon she was naked in front of him pulling his pants down with his underwear. 

He didn’t protest as she free him from the last pieces of clothing, his own eagerness to be free from the tight material fueling the movement more than his own actions. He was finally completely naked in front of her. Y/N pulled the potion master to a kiss, a messy and desperate kiss while their bodies were finally together.   

His arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling her even closer to him as his tongue quickly made its way into her mouth, tasting her desperately. 

A low moan left her mouth both from the kiss and from the feeling of his body against her. His hands began to roam over her body as the kiss continued, his touch desperate and hard as it slid over every inch of your skin. Her hands did the same. He started to maneuverer both of them towards his desk, his mind consumed by his need for her now that he has her right there. 

He lifted her by her waist and placed her on the edge of the desk, his body pressing between her. Her hands kept exploring his body, until she stopped by his hard cock, slowly stroking him.   

“Careful…don’t tease me unless you want this to end quickly…” Snape says, looking her with lust in his eyes. 

“Merlin, no.” she chuckles softly before she wrapped her legs around him to pull him impossible closer. She then whispered on his ear “I need you now.” 

A soft growl escaped him as his hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer against him as he positioned himself against her entrance. His eyes never left hers when he slowly entered her with ease. 

Y/N moans, the feeling even more intense because of the effect of the powder. Snape’s mind went blank for a moment, his body shuddering against hers as he finally became completely enveloped inside her. He let out a strangled moan, struggling to keep any form of control as he starts to thrust. 

“Faster.” She says with a small moan. She needed more. He didn’t respond verbally, but his body reacted automatically, his hips snapping against hers as he fastens his pace.  

“Yes...”Y/N moans again as he speeds up his pace. 

It didn’t take long for Snape starts feeling her tightening on him and he knew she was getting closer, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hear she coming for him. He was breathing hard, his mind lost in the sensations as he continued to move against her, his pace growing faster and more desperate. 

The sounds of their moans started to get louder as did the sound of their skin against each other. Y/N couldn’t hold back anymore. Her orgasm hit her harder than any time before. Her back arched and her eyes rolled from the intensity.  

Snape felt the clenching around his cock and it didn’t take long for him to cum, spilling his hot seed on her.  

The aphrodisiac finally stopped working as she tries to control her breath. She felt relief like she never felt before after being so affected by the powder. She finally found her voice to speak “Thanks...”  

He looked at her as he pulls out of her, his breathing still coming out in harsh pants as he spoke “You’re…welcome…” Y/N suddenly started laughing, confusing Snape. It was almost absurd that a situation like this ended with her laughing, but here she was “What’s so funny?” 

“I can’t believe you just fucked me on your desk.” She says between her laugh.  

He chuckled, his expression still a bit amused “You find it funny that we did it on my desk…and not the fact that this whole situation occurred because you were affected by an aphrodisiac?” 

“That too.” She says, chuckling and slowly getting off the table.  

Snape chuckled again, watching as she slowly stood up. He quickly reached for his wand, cleaning the mess of the desk before speaking “I suppose this means the aphrodisiac is no longer a concern, then?” 

Y/N nods, grabbing their clothes from the ground and giving his to him.  

He takes his clothes back, a somewhat awkward feeling beginning to settle as he began re-dressing, not looking at her “And I assume you’ll want to forget this whole…situation, yes?” 

She did the same with her clothes “I...” 

As she spoke, he paused, his hands stilling at the button of his shirt as he finally looked over at her with a slight raise of his eyebrow “You what?” 

Y/N looked at him, all dressed “It would be too bad if I said I don’t?” 

Perhaps he was getting too comfortable brewing on autopilot. Perhaps his technique was starting to deteriorate.

Or perhaps he just needed to get some bloody sleep.

Those were all thoughts that flitted briefly through Severus's mind as he heard the clink of a glass phial tumbling over and rolling across the table, leaving a trail of deep purple powder in its wake.

"Fuck," he muttered, seeing a lilac haze starting to rise above the powder, filling his laboratory with a deep, familiar scent.

The lilac haze reeked of sex; of sweat soaked skin; of your cunt, the way it lingered on his lips after he brought you to completion with his tongue (and, often, nose).

"Fuck," he said again, as arousal hit him like a brick wall. He inhaled deeply despite himself, his nostrils flaring; that lilac haze was sweeter than oxygen at this point. He gripped onto the edge of the workbench, his knuckles turning white. It seemed that every single blood cell in his system was rushing south.

“Sev?” You called out. “You alright? I heard a crash,”

“YN, don’t come-”

It was too late; you had stepped foot into the lab, and within seconds you let out a groan as you inhaled the same purple haze. “What the hell is that? Amortentia?”

“No,” Severus said with a groan. “I knocked over a phial… the pollen dust of this plant is a particularly potent aphrodisiac- fuck,” he said, knees buckling.

You hurry to his side, steadying him. “Are you okay?” You murmured, feeling the heat of his skin through his robes. “You’re burning up…”

“I’m fine,” he gritted out. “Just… very aroused,”

A pink flush was spreading across his cheeks, and he was breathing heavily, almost panting. “It’ll wear off eventually,” he said lowly, his hand twitching towards his straining trousers to palm himself, before they stilled, grasping his thigh instead.

“Maybe we could make it wear of faster,” you suggested, stepping closer. By now the aphrodisiac pollen had worked its way into your system, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs.

Severus Snape had never looked so delicious.

He gritted his teeth. “We could relieve some of the tension,” he said, and when you reached up to press your lips to his he groaned lowly into your mouth. “Not here,” he said lowly. “Or we’ll never be able to stop,”

“That doesn’t sound such a bad thing,” you moaned, chasing his retreating lips, pawing at the front of his robes.

He laughed darkly before grasping your wrists. He could feel your pulse racing beneath your skin. He practically dragged you to the bedroom, but you were all to eager to run and keep up. Once the bedroom door was kicked shut, you were on each other, your kiss a sloppy tangle of tongues and clashing teeth. “Too many fucking buttons,” you groaned into is mouth. “Wand, use your wand for Merlin’s sake,”

With a few flicks of his wand, you were both bare; neither of you had the patience for manually undressing one another tonight. His long fingers grasped every inch of you he could find, kneading the globes of your arse roughly as he practically rutted against your thigh. “Bend over,” he grunted, teeth scraping against your throat.

You didn’t need telling twice. You scrambled to your hands and knees, legs spread wide. He grunted at the sight of your slick cunt, practically dripping from the effects of the lilac haze. “I won’t even need to stretch you out,” he groaned, dipping down to lick a stripe from your clit to your arsehole.

Moaning, you arched your back. “Don’t tease,” you gasped. “Just fuck me-”

Your squeak of surprise as he rammed into you melted into a shuddering moan. That delicious stretching sensation always made you gasp for breath, but with everything so heightened, the feeling consumed you. Severus was faring no better, his knees almost buckling as your soaked heat wrapped around him like a vice. “Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His had a tight hold of your hips as he set a brutal pace, the sound of your skin slapping and the lewd squelch of your coupling filling the room. Your elbows gave out beneath you and you pitched forward onto the mattress, and you felt Severus’s body leaning closer, his cock hitting deeper as he planted his foot on the mattress next to him.

Release came in minutes, though it felt like hours with how utterly desperate that lilac haze had made the pair of you, and when you came, you drenched his cock, shuddering and screaming his name. He pounded his release into you, filling you to the brim with a strangled cry.

Panting, sweating, trembling, he eased the two of you onto your sides, still inside you. “Did it work,” you mumbled, wriggling your hips slightly, feeling his cum seeping out of you.

He grunted, his face pressed into your hair. “I think so,” he murmured, arms coming around you. “I apologise for my carelessness,” he added

You smiled weakly, pressing back into him. “Don’t apologise,” you mumbled. “It was very good sex… maybe you could play around with that pollen… lower dose… heightened sensations…”

It had been a long and tiring week—a feeling that was never unusual in Severus’ eyes. Ungraded parchment that he had been putting off for weeks were stacked on top of his desk in unorganized piles while he sat on the other side of his study, swirling a nightcap in one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. His eyes shifted slightly, moving towards the clock hanging on the wall next to the doorway—seven-thirty. You were expected to walk through the door any minute now and Severus could feel himself getting more and more desperate as the minutes ticked by. He hated that he had become this way—a man who now clawed at the armrests of his recliner to distract himself from the pulsing feeling beneath his trousers. 

Severus never had much experience with anyone in his thirty years of living and definitely never had any interest in changing that. He had too many priorities and in his mind, the touch of another person was the last thing he needed or wanted. After meeting you, it took awhile for Severus to understand that he was starting to enjoy the caring touch of another person and in fact, he began to crave it. He laid his head back against the headrest of his recliner, placing his palm against his groin in an attempt to combat the aching feeling that was only growing. When the doorknob began to turn, he found himself sitting up immediately in an almost desperate manner, which would have filled him with shame in any other situation. 

His eyes locked onto you the moment you stepped through the doorway and began unbuttoning your cloak to hang up. Your eyes drifted across the room, seeing Severus leaning back in his chair while not letting his dark eyes leave yours for a second. A small smile crept onto your face, knowing exactly what was wrong with the man you loved so dearly. For the first few months in your relationship, it took everything to get the man to not wince at the feeling of your touch, and now it is all he wants. And who are you to deny him that? 

You unbutton the last of your cloak, pulling it off and tossing it on to the coat rack behind the door before slipping your boots off. You take your time crossing the room, stopping to light a candle and make small comments about what your day was like as Severus sits and listens. When you finally begin walking towards the recliner, Severus sits up slightly, spreading his legs so that you can slide perfectly to sit on his lap like you do every evening when you get home. 

“Did you have a good day, love?” You asked softly, already brushing your fingers through his hair. 

Severus hums at your touch, leaning his head further against your fingertips as he nods once. 

“I am now.” 

You smile softly at his words, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his temple. Then another. And then another to his cheek. You could feel him shutter against each kiss and his fingernails had already begun pressing into the palms of his hands. 

It had taken some time during your relationship for Severus to get used to giving physical touch back, but the more comfortable he had gotten with you, the easier it became. You felt his thumb resting gently on your thigh while rubbing small circles as he tilted his head back slightly to give you more access. You leaned forward, connecting your lips to his neck while lightly swiping your tongue against his cold skin. The moment he felt the small kisses and flicks of your tongue, a low groan escaped from Severus’ mouth followed by a twitching feeling underneath you. You continue to leave small trails of kisses alongside his neck before eventually switching sides while shifting to straddle him completely on the chair. 

Severus’ hands naturally moved to rest against the curves of your ass covered by your robes. With a slight shift, you placed yourself directly on top of his hard and covered bulge while pulling away from his neck to look into his eyes. Severus’ eyes were darker than usual as he stared into yours. You could almost see a look of pleading before you finally started to grind slowly against him, feeling his bulge rub against you. The moment Severus felt the pressure, his head leaned further into his headrest and his eyelids had already begun fluttering. Keeping a smooth grinding motion on top of his trousers, you felt his hands move to squeeze your ass in an attempt to ground himself. 

“God.” His voice shutters in your ear. 

You snake your fingers in between the both of you, already moving to unbuckle the black belt secured around his waist. Severus’ eyes just watch you undress himself, enjoying the feeling of being completely at your mercy. It doesn’t take long for you to begin to shift the sides of his trousers down his thighs as you feel him lift up to let you pull them down the rest of the way. You lift the bottom of your robes above your waist as you move to straddle him again so that your mound, covered by the silk fabric of your panties, is now pressed against his now tented boxers. Your fingers move to the many buttons on his robe as you begin to pick up the grinding motion once more. 

“So many buttons, Sev.” You whisper, keeping your eyes locked on to him. 

With each shift of your hips, you could feel his fully erect cock twitch inside of his boxers, putting a smile on your face each time. It never took a lot to get Severus shaking and you often took a big liking to that fact. You were proud to admit that you enjoyed watching the normally gloomy dungeon bat writhe under you. You pressed your body down further onto him as you worked your way through the last half of the buttons before eventually pulling the rest of his cloak off. He sat in his recliner in nothing but his boxers and a black tee as you continued your grinding pace on his lap. You felt his fingers snake up your sides, asking for permission to pull your robes off. You lifted your arms, feeling the heavy clothing slip over your head before Severus’ hands returned back to your bare sides, placing gentle kisses against your stomach and your breasts. Your warm body almost stung against his usually icy skin, and the heat radiating from your cunt as you grinded against him was not helping him any. 

He felt your hand reach between the two of you once more as your fingertips began kneading at the head of his cock covered by his boxers. A small smile crept onto your face as you felt the slight dampness on his boxers from his precum. Your eyes locked onto his as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear. 

“Careful darling..” You hummed, “I just got here”

“Please…” You heard him beg with his voice practically cracking. 

You knew what he was pleading for. For a man so used to silence and solitude, letting someone close enough to be intimate was its own kind of surrender. And in all the time you and Severus had been together, you were the only one he had ever allowed to touch him so intimately and each time was like the first. Severus did not like to plead and especially did enjoy hearing himself sound so desperate, but you had a certain way with him that felt like an addiction. Your movements were delicate enough to soothe him, yet deliberate enough to almost sting with each touch and bring him to the edge each time. Severus had always felt ashamed about how quickly he came undone around you. Yet part of him craved that fleeting loss of control that reminded him that he could still feel. And you enjoyed watching every moment of it, feeling satisfied in how quickly you could bring him to the edge. 

You moved the hand that was kneading his groin slightly, slipping your fingers through the front slit of his boxers to feel the only warm part of his body. The head of his cock was already dripping with his precum as you swiped your thumb across the tip for extra lubrication. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his as you squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock, causing a low groan to escape from his mouth mid-kiss. 

“Please keep doing that..” Severus spoke in a low voice in between kisses. 

Your fingers continued to swipe around the base of his cock before moving to squeeze the tip gently, continuing this pattern as you moved to kiss either his lips or the side of his neck. 

It had only been a few moments before you began feeling the light twitching of his cock followed by his grip tightening around your waist in an attempt to hold himself back. 

“Darling, I-I..” He spoke in between gasps, “Fuck..Please c-can you just..”

You watched him tremble, unable to form words, but you knew exactly what he was pleading for. You had brought him to the edge of his orgasm in only a matter of minutes and he was begging to be enveloped by you completely. With a quick shift, you slipped your panties down your thighs before moving your hands to the sides of his boxers to tug at them, freeing his hard cock. Your legs moved to straddle him once more as you lowered yourself gently to swipe your folds against his cock glistening with precum. His eyes never left yours as he let out a breath he did not realize he was holding in. 

“Say please again, love…” You whispered in a low, seductive voice as you hovered gently above him. 

Your words made him shudder, but he was far too desperate to stay quiet.

“Please..God please..” His words spilled out in a manner you had only heard in your most intimate moments together.

His pleading felt like music to your ears and the pleasure only increased when you finally allowed yourself to give him what he wanted so terribly. The groan he let out when you finally lowered yourself completely around him was guttural sounding. Severus’ back arched in the recliner, causing his cock to press further against your cervix, making your own back arch. 

“I love you” Severus began saying the words in an almost desperate manner, “God, I-I fucking love you.” 

Severus did not often express how much you meant to him—emotion was a frequent struggle for him. But in moments like this, the mask slipped completely and you had him in the palm of your hand. His undoing only made your inner walls clench around him more, followed by another low throaty moan escaping from him. 

Severus leaned forward in the recliner, shifting himself so that he could sit up straighter to give you more room. Your hips began to grind forwards and backwards in a slow, smooth pattern, feeling the thickness of his cock grind against your g-spot with each shift. 

Your hips rocked once, letting out a loud, pleasure-filled moan from your mouth as you arched your back.

Your hips rocked twice, hearing Severus inhale a sharp gasp of air as his fingernails dug into your back. 

“F-Fuck I’m..” You heard him gasp. 

Your hips rocked a third time, feeling him sit up entirely as his face moved in to press against your chest.

One of his hands moved to grip a handful of your hair–the only sign of dominance coming from him at that moment–and his other hand moved to grip your shoulder, keeping you pressed firmly on top of him. A smirk spread across your face amidst the pleasure. Severus had never used protection with you. The first time the two of you were intimate was after a drunken night where protection was the last of your concerns. Pulling out was something he had never been concerned with. You never questioned him on it, but you knew that he had an insatiable fixation with releasing inside of you. 

Severus’ deep desire was never rooted in the fact that he wanted to start a family with you and in fact, he always had a contraceptive potion brewed for you immediately after. But the idea that he could put a baby inside of you made from pure love and adoration seemed to make his heart race in a way that confused and excited him. 

You didn’t even get to rock your hips for a fourth time as you felt his hand that had been grasping your shoulder increase its grip. His moans were muffled due to his face being pressed into your chest and you could feel his entire body twitch beneath you. A familiar warmth spread within you, feeling Severus buck his hips into you roughly with each twitch, only increasing your pleasure as his cum spread within you.

His moans sounded like stifled cries as he continued to ride out his orgasm. You bucked your hips a few more times, riding out your own high and bringing him completely over the edge. 

“O-Oh fu- god..” Severus managed to moan out, feeling your cervix continue to grind against his sensitive tip. 

“Shh..” You whispered, leaning forward towards his ear, “Breathe, love.”

He barely heard your words due to the ringing in his ears and vibrating sensations throughout his body. Your hips continued to buck back and forth as his release continued to pump deep inside of you. With one more swift motion of your hips, your back arched as moans escaped from your mouth and your walls clenched around him, making him shake. 

Your body fell limp against him in the recliner and the two of you sat in silence, attempting to catch your breath. His thumb traced circles around your back-–a tactic he used to calm his heart from beating so fast. His hands never left your body as you both slowly came back to reality and eventually, you shifted to slowly lift yourself from his now softening cock, covered in both your orgasm and his. He leaned back in the recliner, breathing in slowly to calm himself as his eyes watched you pull yourself from him. His eyes traveled down your body and between your legs, seeing his orgasm leaking down your inner thigh. His cock twitched once more at the sight as Severus imagined you filled completely with his seed.