#snapes hands

When his wrists are free, his hands push up your thighs, feeling you shiver beneath his touch.

‘What do you want?’ he asks silkily, as though he can’t feel your aching for his fingers. Legilimency could sometimes be a curse, but with you his natural instinct was always nothing but a delight.

He brings a hand up to run one slender finger slowly over his bottom lip. It's a tease designed just for you; an old habit of his that he employs unconsciously to help him focus when he’s deep in thought, and which he quickly learned drives you wild.

As do his hands in general. Those skilled, elegant hands, mostly hidden from view beneath his long sleeves and revealed only for you. They have been the focus of your desire many times before, and once again today as you had watched him work, digits dancing over his tools so carefully, slicing and testing and feeling their way around his ingredients...

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together watching him prepare his fingers for you now — but not for long. He grips your thighs, fingertips driving your flesh, and shoves them apart hard, immediately dragging his long fingers over your soaked underwear.

‘Mmh, good girl,’ he growls. He’s always so pleased to find you wet for him, and somehow always as surprised as the first time.

You lean forward to attempt to press your lips to his, but he pulls back.

‘No, no. I need to see each minute twinge of pleasure on your delicate features, every flicker of excitement that crosses your beautiful face, the exquisite release that my fingers can bring you — I want to see it all.’

There’s a loving caress in his voice; it’s the same voice, the same passion, with which he talks about the Dark Arts. Your core clenches.

His fingers continue to rub you over your underwear, gentle but with a slightly rough edge only he could manage to balance so perfectly.

‘Focus on my fingers, that’s it,’ he encourages, wide eyed, lips parting. He looks about as turned on as you feel.

Your back arches. ‘Fuck- Sev-’

‘That’s it, say my name,’ he commands as he finally slides your underwear aside to feel your hot, slick folds against his cool flesh.

‘S-Sev-Severus-’ you pant, desperately grabbing at his bare wrist as his coated fingertips drag over your clit, and again- and again-

‘Oh! SEV!’

‘Close already?’ he smirks, speeding up his ministrations briefly before plunging a finger inside.

You drop forward, releasing your grip on him, weak with pleasure. The new angle presses the finger he has buried in you firmly against your g spot.

‘Fuck!’

He doesn’t comment this time; he merely chuckles darkly to himself, his finger massaging inside you painfully slowly but so perfectly.

‘Are you going to cum on my fingers like I want you to?’ he asks, his voice low and laced with lust.

You nod, gripping his shoulders and resting your ankles at his waist.

‘How many times?’ he says casually. It's almost flippant, but you know he won't last beyond two, maybe three, without either cumming in his underwear at the sight of you, or needing to fuck you.

‘I- I don’t kn-’ you stutter through heavy breaths.

He leans in close. ‘Leave it to me,’ he whispers, and suddenly he’s fucking you so hard and so fast on his fingers that the table is creaking beneath you. Still, it barely masks the wet sounds of your cunt, or your sharp cries of bliss that are beginning to sound like a chant.

He removes his fingers then, leaving you empty and untouched for a painful moment, the cool air of the dungeon tingling against your hot, sensitive pussy until he drags a soft fingertip over your clit. It’s so light that it’s barely a touch, so slow you wonder if you’re imagining it, but it makes your stomach clench and you jolt forwards before dropping back onto your elbows.

'F-fuuuuck-' you groan, submitting to his teasing.

His finger glides over your swollen nub again, and again, his gaze intense on you as he keeps you simmering, relishing in your sweet cries and obvious need. His cock twitches; he still finds it unbelievable that he can have you dangling so close to the edge of release like this with a simple featherlight touch. His touch.

‘Oh, I love you like this,’ he groans, eyes hungrily taking in your swollen, dripping pussy, and it would sound romantic if it wasn’t intended to be so lewd. ‘All spread out for me, worked up and wet and trembling all over from the touch of my fingers alone… truly sublime.’

He keeps you like that a few moments longer, until you interrupt his lustful little game.

‘Please, Sev- please, I need to- oh, I need to cum- please let me cum- OH!’

Swiftly and skilfully, he replaces the fingers on your clit with his thumb, pushes his finger back inside you and immediately begins pumping matching his previous tempo.

His thumb flicks over your clit with each rough thrust of his wrist, and your walls finally begin to contract around his digit, clit burning for the release that finally washes over you, wracking every nerve in your body with the satisfaction of your climax.

‘SEV!-’

The air is thick with your breaths and moans as you grab once again at his pistoning wrist, your fingers pressing hard enough into his pale flesh to leave a mark, and you feel each precise, thorough movement as you ride out your orgasm on his perfect fingers.

There’s a soft thud that takes over the sounds of your pleasure when you drop entirely down onto the table, legs dangling, limp, off the edge, and your cunt twitches with aftershocks as you come down from your peak.

His fingers don’t stop there, though. He slowly drags over your g spot as he pulls out, and you wince at the sensitivity, but he’s merciful as he continues to play with you, gently stroking through your slick folds and avoiding your clit for now, allowing you time to recover but keeping you warm for the next round.

He leans over you, finally kissing you — wherever he can reach — and your fingers push into his hair.

‘Sev-’ you whimper, breathless and dazed.

Imagine you're standing at the kitchen counter, cooking or baking or cleaning, and he appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you sigh as you rest back against him. His foot nudges at one of your ankles and you move your legs apart. 'That's it, spread them for me,' he mutters into your ear, a low whisper sending shivers through your body, and his hand slips down, inside your clothes, and within minutes you're cumming on his fingers as he holds you close to his chest with his other arm.

Or, perhaps you're in the bath with him. You're laid against his chest relaxing in the warm water, when his hands begin to wander, over your chest, his fingers squeezing at you gently as they travel lower. 'Spread them for me,' he whispers, and his fingers dip between your legs and remain there until you're shaking through your pleasure.

Or, you're in bed, he wakes before you and wraps his arms around you. You're face to face and he watches you rest, so peaceful and quiet, until you let out a sweet whine that sends a jolt of excitement to his cock. When your eyes flutter open, you smile, kissing him immediately.

'I dreamed about you,' you breathe, biting your lip as you remember the finer details.

'Was it a good dream?' He asks, lips twitching into a seductive smile. 'Tell me, what was I doing?'

'You were touching me...' you whisper, blinking away from his gaze as your cheeks begin to burn.

His hand slides beneath the sheets and rests at your lower stomach. 'Would you like me to touch you now?'

You nod.

'Spread them for me,' he mumbles, and his fingers are at your core in an instant, feeling how soaked you are just from your dream.

Snape is a nerd and he likes to study, he likes to learn new things (and he's a quick learner), he likes to know as much as he can about something that interests him.

You interest him. Your pleasure (and the fact that he can provide it) certainly does.

He would read up on tips, and even practise (sometimes in front of a mirror and sometimes on an ingredient he thinks might have the right... qualities).

When he's really touching you, he watches you so closely, so intensely, the heat of his gaze is enough to be your undoing without his touch, but when his fingers are on you, too, it's so electric that you're instantly simmering on the edge of orgasm.

He's very inventive in the way he touches you and will even invent charms and spells, reaching for his wand to surprise you with something he's come up with that he hopes will make you scream his name (it always does), and he watches in delight as he brings you to your peak over and over with the tip of his wand pointed at your core or his fingers or tongue on you.

He knows your body inside out very quickly, perfecting the things he knows you like the most and using them to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. He will edge you with teases that he knows will drive you wild to build up to an explosive orgasm. And Merlin, he loves to watch you orgasm.

(In the following section, reader has a vagina)