Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 24: Beg

"Wrong answer. What else?"

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You weren't sure what time it was when you woke, but you knew it had to be early because Severus was still curled around you, breathing deeply. You attempted to stretch your back a little, and were affronted by a lengthy hardness pressing into your ass. You smiled sleepily and wiggled your hips against him, and you felt him squeeze you closer, grinding slowly and unevenly against you. His respirations changed, breaths coming a bit faster now, and you turned over in his arms to face him. He was still asleep, of that much you were certain, and you slid your hand down over his belly to grasp his cock gently in your hand. He groaned low and short, and you started to palm him through his boxers. He took a sharp intake of air and his eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus on you in the almost nonexistent light of his bedroom.

"Hi," you whispered, continuing to rub slowly along him.

He grumbled, seemingly pleasantly. "Hi," he responded. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Are you?"

"I enjoy it every time you touch me there," he whispered.

You dipped your hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and made contact with the weeping tip of his dick, sliding your finger in circles through the fluid. He groaned.

"You're such a tease," he chided, and grabbed your hips, lifting you slightly to straddle him. You giggled, then, when you felt him pressing against your core, you ground down on him, and moaned out at the delicious friction on your clit.

"I thought you liked it when I tease you," you said, leaning over to kiss him slowly, deeply. 

"I do. But I think I like teasing you more," he responded against your lips.

You felt a calloused fingertip circle around your navel, moving down your belly and finding the front of your damp underwear at the apex of your thighs. Your head clouded.

"How is it that you're always soaking for me, hm?" he asked rhetorically.

Your breath hitched, and when it released, it came out as a whimper. The fire was spreading very quickly throughout you, and you decided that you had to have him inside you, now, or you might explode. You yanked his boxers down, freeing him, and went to position him at your entrance. You were preparing to slide down on top of him when he shifted his weight and flipped you over onto your back. He grasped your wrists in one hand, holding them above your head, and leaned down to whisper directly into your ear.

"Did you think I'd let you get your pleasure so easily? You've got to earn it, darling."

His breath tickled your neck and reverberated in your skull as he kissed across your collarbones, stopping just above your breasts. You tensed, arching your back off of the mattress, and gasped.

"What do you want, baby?"

The only feasible answer that came to your mind was, "fuck me."

"Wrong answer. What else?"

Your arousal had mounted into a sensation akin to pain, and his denial was only serving to aggravate it.

"God, Severus - I don't care, anything, just - just please touch me."

He began to kiss across the mounds of your breasts, and stopped to take one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently and nibbling on the tender flesh. You cried out, over-sensitized and more wanton than you could fathom. He took the other nipple between his teeth, showing it the same affection, then kissed a sloppy, open-mouthed line down your belly. You felt the hand that wasn't binding you slide up the bed and reach beneath his pillow, and you knew he was searching for his wand. You slipped into his mind and found that he was going to restrain you properly, magically to the bed, and you panted aloud.