Unforeseen Affliction (snape x reader)

Falling

Snape knew this was stupid. Wasn't he supposed to be the logical one? The mature one? Yet here you are, making him lose control of himself completely.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as his lips move against yours. Snape pushes you against the door and his hands begin to trail around your body. His mouth moves along your jaw and down to your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. When he notices you react in a particular way, he stays on that spot, occasionally nipping at your skin with his teeth.

Excuses and justifications run through his mind as he loses himself in the warmth and sweetness of your skin. He tells himself that surely one more hour of some recklessness wouldn't hurt.

Snape knows this situation would be an easy way out. He would have a reason to back out from this, from you. He knows in the end you'll both end up getting hurt; he can't picture any other outcome. But he can't get himself to pull away from you. Your unrelenting persistence to make this relationship work had begun to take an effect on him.

You tug lightly at his hair as his fingers reach your thighs and move your skirt up your torso. The desire in your body intensifies and heat pools between your legs. "Severus..." you sigh softly.

Hearing your breath grow faster and your voice turn desperate makes any logic in his mind disappear, and he presses closer against you.

His hands move under your thighs to push you up and you wrap your legs around him. Your back is pressed flush with the door and your front flush against him. He brings his lips to yours and squeezes your thighs as he pulls you away from the door. Your hands grip at his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself in his arms and he begins to carry you across the room.

With his lips never leaving yours, your fingers work to unbutton the countless buttons of his black shirt, revealing a white undershirt beneath. You only get a few unbuttoned before he reaches his bed and adjusts you in his arms to place you down.

When your body hits the soft sheets, it's as if your mind catches up with your body. Reality sets in and anxiety creeps into your stomach. You wonder why he's acting so reckless.

"Sev-" you say, slightly breathless, "I'm all for this- but maybe- maybe you're right." You sit up on the bed.

Snape, one knee on the bed, pauses his movements and furrows his brows together in confusion.

Your hands reach for his face as you continue, "Maybe we should be more careful. I mean, tonight we almost got caught-"

"You're right." Snape interrupts you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But then again," he leans down, placing a kiss on your jaw as he mutters, "We've gotten this far, haven't we?"

You laugh softly. He places himself down on the bed, sitting next to you and watching your features carefully as if waiting for you to make the next move. The growing desire in your stomach begins to overpower any doubts. Your body wants so desperately to give into him. And you let it.

You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he holds your head steady as he brings his lips to meet yours. His other arm wraps around your waist and finds its way under your shirt and onto the skin of your back.

His lips move slower against yours than before, the pure desperateness replaced by something deeper, more meaningful. You kiss him back with the same fervor, gliding your tongue against his bottom lip. Your fingers go back to their previous objective of getting his shirt off, you undo the remaining buttons and tug it off. Snape is left in his white undershirt and you smirk slightly into the kiss, unable to hide your excitement of knowing there's one less layer separating you.