Needy (Severus Snape X Reader)

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warnings/tags: smut, mommy kink (hehe), switch reader, switch severus, established relationship, pegging, oral — male and female receiving, degrading, pet names, SO MANY PET NAMES.

A/N: hiii yall. ok this is my very first time writing het smut PLS i wrote mlm and wlw but i've never written a man and a woman before and it was so foreign to me but i really like this piece. i haven't written in wattpad in years since i moved to ao3 but it was easier to publish this here instead of ao3 where i mostly write drarry. also,,, this was written for my friend amber but i also wanted to indulge myself because i can't stop thinking about pegging severus. so enjoy! mwah👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

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You were sitting on your bed with this morning's copy of the prophet in your hands. Between teaching all day and grading papers after, you rarely had time to read anything that wasn't course material for your classes.

You flipped through the pages, rolling your eyes at the next lie Rita Skeeter was trying to make believable when you heard the door to the chambers click. Severus was home and by the sound of his footsteps and loud curses at inanimate objects, he was in a foul mood.

"Sev?" You set the paper aside on the nightstand and called out to him.

He appeared in the doorway, discarding his cloak and pulling his robes off. "Hello, darling."

You frowned because you had guessed right, he wasn't in a good mood but of course, he tried hiding it behind a forced smile.

"What's wrong love?" You patted the empty spot next to you on the bed. He walked towards you, running a hand through his hair while a sigh escaped his lips. He took a seat on the bed, turning to look at you with his tired eyes. The sight made your heart ache. "Bad day at work?" You knew from experience just how tiring and irritating some of the children and professors at Hogwarts could be.

"Guess you could say that," he rested his elbows on his knees while you worked your hands through his very tense shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, moving from under the duvet. You felt the chill in the room since you were in nothing but an old T-shirt of his and a pair of panties.

He leaned back into your touch, his eyes stayed close but you heard the deep timbre of his voice mutter something almost incoherent.

Almost.

"I need you to fuck me."

You smiled, always loving having a chance to be in control, to make him feel good. You rested your chin on his shoulder, turning your head to leave light kisses along his cheek and jaw. "And then we can talk about it?" You asked again, both you and him knowing that communication was a huge part of your relationship.

"Then we can talk about it."

You nodded, moving around the bed to face him. You pulled your hair up in a bun and stood between his parted legs. You rested your hands on both sides of his face while you just looked at him. The beautiful man you had the pleasure of calling your husband.

He looked tired, as he always did despite the fact that you always made sure he ate and got at least a few good hours of sleep each night. His dark eyes bode right into yours and you felt butterflies in your stomach like you did when you two first met or whenever he looked at you.

"Gonna take good care of you, baby," you whispered, leaning down to capture his thin lips into yours. His lips tasted of tea, chamomile, his favorite. They always did and you loved it. You could feel his lashes against your cheeks, his nose rubbing against yours. This was heaven. Kissing him was heaven.