Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 5: Wanting

"These were perhaps the worst thoughts you'd ever conjured."

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You proceeded to brew the contraceptive potion from memory, as you had done many times before. Putting out the bluebell flames, you covered the cauldron and walked to the kitchen, eager for another glass of water. You checked your watch to find that it was already 5 o'clock in the evening. It was only when the gnawing started in your stomach that you realized you hadn't eaten all day. You also realized it's likely the source of your recurrent nausea.

You called a house elf for dinner, finding yourself unable to bear conversation with anyone but Brew for the night. Minutes later, a quaint elf returned with a platter of macaroni and cheese and a slice of baguette. You thanked her, and slid a sickle into her palm. She attempted to reject it, but when you told her it's an order, she carefully placed the coin into the pocket of her dress.

You sat on the sofa with a fork in one hand and a book in the other. Specifically, Severus' book. You were careful not to contaminate the pages with rich cheese while tentatively reading through the scribbled pages. After you cleaned the rest of the cheese from the bowl with a bite of bread, you closed the book and reached to stroke Brew's head. She purred in contentment. You sat for a moment, eyes closed, running your fingers through her fluffy fur, before deciding a shower was in order. Brew looked at you, annoyed, but you continued toward the bathroom. It felt like ages since your last shower, but you knew that was untrue. It had just been a very, very long, agonizing day.

You unbuttoned your shirt, tossing it on the floor, and followed it with your skirt and undergarments. You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, and for a split second, before your insecurities caught up, you thought yourself a bit pretty. Nevertheless, you didn't like staring at yourself for too long, and went to turn on the water. You were grateful that you didn't have to fiddle with a muggle tap, and willed the water to increase its temperature to your liking. Sliding into the shower, you let the water cascade down your back, easing your worries and washing all the negativity of the day down the drain. You cleansed your hair and body thoroughly, as if it could wash away the bad thoughts, then stepped out of the shower to dry off. After you were lotioned and smelled of peonies you opened the door to enter your bedroom. Spilling an expletive, you walked through the cold quarters to find your wand, and promptly lit a fire in your bedroom. The hearth crackled peacefully, and you found yourself ready for bed at a mere 7 o'clock. You needed the rest, so you decided to try to sleep.

You were glad that you laid down when you did, because sleep did not come easily. First, you were awoken by an owl screeching at your door only an hour after shutting the lights off. Upon opening the door, the owl had gone and left a small piece of folded parchment at the step. You had grabbed it quickly and returned to your bed, sure of the identity of the sender.

Potions classroom, 5am sharp. Wear robes this time.

S.S.

You had scowled at the letter and tossed it on your nightstand, ashamed at the mockery so boldly written for you to see.

Maybe he's getting me back for what I said, you had thought.

Dismissing your overactive mind, you had closed your eyes and hoped for some stretch of uninterrupted sleep. The second awakening was Brew, padding around on your pillow, dropping fur into your face. You were already irritated, and you had sent her to sleep on the couch. You had felt a bit bad for banishing her like that, but, as a kneazle, she knew right from wrong and understood that you were in a bad mood. Finally, you had thought, nothing else can disrupt me.

You were very wrong about this, as the third awakening was due to none other than your own dreams. You rarely dreamt, or at least never remembered them, but tonight's were particularly vivid. There were no discernable visions, just colors, feelings, smells.

Darkness, but not fear. The darkness was warm, softness over rigid planes. The smell of burning wood, cinnamon, coffee, something sweet. And the familiar feeling of wanting. Of arousal. You were sure that's what had woken you.

You couldn't recall the last time a pleasant dream had woken you. Desperate for sleep, and possibly to relieve the sexual tension inside, you did something that you almost never do.

You breathed deeply, and slowly moved a hand down the front of your shirt, toward your waistband. You slid your fingers just into your underwear, and readjusted your position so your legs fell outward. Reaching a single finger down to your folds, you were astonished to find that you were dripping, without a single touch. You exhaled sharply, just the slightest pressure starting to send sparks throughout your body. You pulled some of your wetness up to stroke your clit, ever so slowly, in wide circles. You breathed out a moan, unable to restrain yourself any longer.

The images that appeared in your mind were startling but sweet. It was Severus, his black hair falling around your face, his unclothed body lying cradled between your hips, his hands covering your breasts and caressing, rolling your nipples between his fingertips.

Your respirations increased, and you could feel your heart slamming inside your chest, pumping more and more blood to the spot you so desperately, frantically massaged. You couldn't control your thoughts nor your actions, and your mind began to fathom filthier, but better images.

Severus' face between your legs, holding you open, only his dark eyes visible above the mound of your pubis. Sucking, licking at you, digging his nails into your thighs.

Severus' hand holding both of your wrists above your head, teasing you, spreading your wetness over the head of his cock.

Plunging into you, hearing his imagined grunts and moans in your ear, feeling his hot breath move along your throat.

These were perhaps the worst thoughts you'd ever conjured, and it was too much. Without any awareness of it, you started to cum. It moved over you in wracking waves, touching you from your curled toes to your head that was thrown back in pleasure. You felt yourself contracting, squeezing around something that wasn't there, and over the next several seconds, it faded, leaving you sweaty, fatigued, and moderately satisfied. The last thoughts to cross your mind were of Severus, his features, his arms, wrapping you in an embrace. You swiftly fell into a deep sleep.