Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 21: Careful

"We literally fucked in your closet, Sev."

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Today was Sunday, and this would generally be a day off for you, but, because the students were set to arrive in just over 24 hours, Severus asked you to spend at least some of the day preparing for tomorrow. You agreed, partially because you wanted to be ready for the children, and partially because you just wanted to be with him. You had moved your desk to the front of the classroom, the side of yours bumping up against Severus', and you had to be content that this was as close as you could get during the school day. You realized just how difficult it was going to be to repress your romantic gestures in front of the kids.

You scooted your chair as close to Severus as possible while he outlined the lesson plans for each class. You were able to ignore much of his first through fourth year plans, as you were extremely familiar with the curriculum, having taught it yourself for two years. This gave you the opportunity to twirl his free hand between yours, lacing and unlacing your fingers, tracing the distended blue veins along their paths on the back of his hand. He cleared his throat softly to retrieve you from your stupor.

"Are you paying attention, Miss (Y/N)?" he drawled with a smile, not nearly as intimidating as he once was.

"Yes, sir. A little. I'll stop touching you," you smiled in return, replacing his hand into his lap.

"The most important thing to remember is that you can't let the students know we're in a relationship," he said, chuckling lightly at the absurd thought. "They'll give us nothing short of hell if they happen to find out."

A warm feeling spread throughout you. "We're in a relationship, then," you commented, confirming. "You're my boyfriend." It felt good to try out the word, because it meant something powerful to you now.

"And you're...my girlfriend," he whispered. "I never thought I'd be able to say that."

You leaned forward to press your lips against his sharp jaw, and he sighed in response.

"Careful, now," he murmured.

"What?" you replied teasingly.

"We can't get too carried away here."

"We literally fucked in your closet, Sev," you reminded him with a giggle.

He shot you a soft glare, but you could see a hint of playfulness dancing around the edges. You decided it was best to truly focus on what he was saying for the time being, in order to become familiar with his style of education. He towed you idly around the room, explaining how he operated his classes, and you had to admit he was quite rigid in his expectations.

"They're just kids, they're prone to making mistakes," you rebutted, criticizing his detention policy.

"Children need clear boundaries," he argued.

"I'll give you that, but their mistakes teach them important lessons, far more important than detentions."

He stopped abruptly, and you nearly bumped into him.

"Enough. Mind your words or I may be forced to discipline you," he said, voice low, eyes stern.

Fiery heat sizzled through your belly and you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your mind suddenly overrun by thoughts of his handprint on your ass, his fist full of your hair, and you audibly whimpered. He raised an inky eyebrow.

"You'd enjoy discipline, would you?" he asked curiously.

Your mouth was salivating and, as hard as you tried, you couldn't articulate a response.

"I think my handprint would look lovely on you."

Once again, he had slipped through the fine mesh of your mind and interpreted your thoughts, and a part of you, deep inside, was heavily turned on by it. He slowly circled behind you, his fingers moving cautiously along your hips until he pressed against you and pushed you down forcefully over a nearby desk. The faded wood bit into your belly and you gasped. A feeling unlike anything you've felt before passed through you, and you were simultaneously apprehensive and wantonly eager. He splayed a hand on your lower back, molding you into a slight arch, and you released a long, breathy noise.

"It seems that dreams do occasionally come true," he muttered into your hair, and you felt his hand glide between your thighs, spreading your legs just a bit, and trailing up your trembling flesh. He lifted your skirt impossibly slowly and allowed it to drape across your sacrum, exposing your ass to him. The cool dungeon air caressed you, precipitating goosebumps along your skin. He rubbed his hand firmly against one of your cheeks.

"Eventually you'll learn to watch that loose mouth," he scolded erotically.

Then, suddenly, he raised his hand from your ass and swung it back down, colliding loudly and drawing a whimper from your throat. It should have hurt, but the sting felt like nothing but pleasure, and you wondered if maybe you might cum for him, bent over like this. He massaged over the splotchy redness, then let his hand fly again. Your stomach clenched, and you felt the warm embrace of his mind as he dipped into yours, realizing that he was checking to see if you were okay. He was enthralled to find utter enjoyment.

"You do like this. Probably a bit too much. Have you decided to behave?" he asked, and you could hear his smirk.

"Yes, sir," you tried to whisper, but it developed into a moan when he landed a spank on your opposite cheek.

Entirely too soon, he dropped your skirt down and stepped away, leaving you panting, gripping the sides of the desk for support. He let you stay like that for a moment, then guided you upright by your shoulders after your breath had returned.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

You shook your head. "No."

A look of panic crossed his features.

"You've turned me on so much it hurts," you said, gnawing on the inside of your lip.

"That was the point," he said, smiling. "That's the punishment."

You scoffed, although you found it extremely sexy. "You have a twisted sense of humor."

He chuckled. "It was your idea."

"Let's just get on with this," you sighed, eager for the day to draw to a close.

-

You stayed in his quarters again that night, reveling in his velvety porcelain chest, curled by his side as he dragged his fingers along your scalp. The gentle motion began to lull you to sleep, and the first flicker of a dream developed behind your lids before being roused by your name sounding out in a silky, sleepy tone. You raised your head.

"Huh?" you asked, still enveloped in drowsiness.

"Do you need anything tomorrow? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

You groaned. The last thing you wanted to think about at the moment was potions.

"Only you, darling," you whispered with a grin, and kissed the cool skin just above his nipple.

"Goodnight, my love," he murmured, following with an almost inaudible nox. The last conscious thought to appear in your mind was the beauty of his slow, steady heart beating against your palm.