Snape x Reader (Male)

Friend or Lover

He had taken you to his office at midnight, an odd timing you thought. Usually you'd be asleep by now, laying in your warm bed, cuddled up in your blanket and dreaming for the rest of the night. But now, you were seated in a wooden chair, feeling quite uncomfortable and cold while he was seated at his desk - writing something down. You tried to peek over the desk to see what he was writing down, but he'd caught you and moved his parchment away.
    "Professor, why am I here?" you quietly asked, not wanting to disturb him, if you didn't already. His eyes shot up to yours, his lips parted. You'd done it before, unable to control yourself and stare at his lips, every movement while he talked, every word that slipped out of his mouth. Sometimes you'd imagine that all happening on your lips instead, but you waved the thought away in an instant.
    "Particular reasons," said Snape slowly. "Reasons your little mind would not be able to fathom," he added to it. Your imaginations had gone wild several times, however, this was not right time to let your imaginations take over, you knew he could read minds if he wanted to, of course he'd read yours, there was no doubt in that.
    "I wish to know why you've brought me here, if there's no good reason then I wish to leave, Sir," you demanded, standing your ground. Severus stood up from his chair, not losing you out of his sight, when did he ever? You kept your mouth shut now, perhaps you should not of resisted, perhaps it was the right thing to do.

He approached you, inching closer to you and sinking down to your level, his hands now clasping the sides of the wooden chair you're sitting in and your eyes darted down to them for a moment before you felt his breath tickle the hairs in your neck. You closed your eyes, letting that feeling settle for a bit, but he would not grant you that chance, because Snape lifted your chin to force you to look up at him.
    "Y/N, those imaginations of yours, you can't hide them any longer from me, I know you want me, I know you need me," he whispered lowly. The shivers he sent down your spine, you wished you weren't in this uncomfortable chair right now, but in your bed, touching yourself to the thought of him. The hardness between your legs grew and you crossed your legs right away, trying to suppress the feeling he was giving you.
    "So that's why you brought me here? To talk about my imaginations?" you managed to get out in a slight whisper, suppressing a little moan when you felt one of his hands on your inner thigh, forcing his hand between your legs.
    You grabbed onto his arm, actually not wanting him to continue like this. "Professor," you began, "do not." And you felt his hand slip away. "I need you, but not right here, take me elsewhere," you said in a rush. You did not mean to ruin the moment, nor to stop him from fulfilling your desire. Oh, how badly you desired him, to have him in between your legs, to have him all to yourself, claim him, feel him, to finally feel full - but none of this had ever happened, only in your dreams and wild imaginations.
    His eyes were glistering, had he read your mind once again? Was that even a question at this point?
    The moment you got up from the chair his eyes were glued on you. For someone so intimidating you found him rather passionate.
    It almost seemed as if you were taking too long for him once he had gotten hold of your waist and pulled you into him, your noses not yet touching. You stared down at his lips, shit, you wanted to feel them on yours, but you promised yourself to not take the first step. After weeks of teasing and playing around, no, it was his turn to absolutely destroy you. You wanted him to claim you as his, mark you until you got sore.
    "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sometimes I don't even realise what I'm thinking about -" you began to apologise when Snape's lips already collided with yours. His kiss was passionate, but hungry. With your back now against the wall there was no escape from him, his hands began roaming your body. And once he pulled away from your lips he latched on to your neck, sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of wet and red marks behind. No one's ever done this to you before, yet you were enjoying every second of it. He managed to elicit a moan from deep within you. He gently lifted your legs around his waist, now you could feel how hard he was, his manhood was pressing against your lower stomach.
    "Y/N..." he whispered in a low and husky tone. "Tell me you want me, tell me what you desire, I want to hear it coming out of your mouth."
    But you weren't able to get a single word out, instead your lips parted slightly, breathing more heavily now. His eyes were locked with yours the entire time, yet you cast yours down, every movement had stopped, as if time had frozen. Right now you wished he continued, the sensational feeling was quick to cease and he took his distance from you, forcing you to stand on two legs again. However, your legs were trembling, which led you to find support from the wall behind you.
    Embarrassment washed over him, you had not meant to make him feel that way, on the contrary, you wanted him to devour you.
    "Professor Snape," you started, your voice barely above a whisper, "why are we doing this?" you asked.
    "Forgive me, Mister L/N, I did not mean to do... whatever this was," he said.
    You felt sorry, but also constant, if you wanted something, then you would do anything to have it. And right now... oh boy, you wanted him too dearly. "Do not apologise, Professor, I complied to your actions and I wish to finish what we started."
    Was that a smile you saw on his face? Perhaps a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, those sweet lips, the lips you badly wanted to taste on yours again and again, all day if you could.
    "Why don't we take this conversation to a more private space?" you asked, biting down on your lower lip. His eyes flickered down right away. A flush crept up your cheeks, and for just a moment you looked away, feeling self-conscious. There was an undeniable tension between the two of you, yet neither of you had said a word about it until this very night.
    "I suppose we should, yes," he said, complying.