Entwined in Shadows I Severus Snape x Reader Smut short story

Classroom

In one fluid motion, Snape lifted you off the ground, his hands strong and steady, never breaking eye contact. The world around you blurred as he carried you a few steps to the nearby door, each heartbeat echoing in time with the electric tension between you. He opened the heavy door to an empty classroom, the shadows whispering secrets of the past, illuminated only by the pale moonlight spilling through the windows.

As he stepped inside, the fireplace flared to life with a crackling warmth, its flames dancing and mingling with the cool silver light of the moon, casting ethereal patterns across the room. Snape gently set you down on your feet, but his gaze never wavered.

With a swift motion, he turned to the door, casting a sealing charm that wrapped the room in an intimate cocoon, isolating you both from the outside world. In an instant, he was back, his dark hair and cloak swirling around him like a ghost from the depths of the castle, a haunting figure that filled the space with an air of raw desire.

He closed the distance between you, his presence enveloping you as he leaned in, capturing your lips with a fervent kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. With a growl of urgency, he pushed you back against the nearest table, the wood cool against your skin. "I want you," he whispered, the words laden with hunger, "now."

In one swift movement, he lifted you onto the table, your heart racing as he discarded your cloak to coat the surface, a makeshift bed for the night's indulgences. He leaned over you, deepening the kiss as his body pressed against yours, his breath mingling with yours in a symphony of desire. The sound of his low grunts and deep breaths filled the air, harmonizing with the crackle of the fire, creating a soundtrack to your secret rendezvous.

You could feel his bulge pressing against you, twitching in anticipation, a primal reminder of the hunger rising within him. The intensity of the moment sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped against his mouth as his hands roamed your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and breasts, exploring every curve with a fervent touch.

In a sudden movement, he tore through your shirt, buttons flying in every direction, exposing your skin to the cool air of the classroom. Your breath hitched, a rush of warmth pooling within you as you felt the heat of his desire. You could feel yourself getting wet, the anticipation mingling with urgency as his hands continued their exploration, each touch igniting flames of pleasure that spread throughout your body.

He rolled up your skirt, revealing the wetness seeping through your panties, the evidence of your longing unmistakable. His fingers brushed against the fabric, teasingly slow, and you gasped, the sound echoing in the empty classroom like a melody of your surrender.

With each caress, he coaxed the desire within you to rise higher, the intimacy of the moment taking you to a place where everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you—lost in a dark fantasy that felt as intoxicating as the moonlight mingling with the firelight.

The air crackled with electricity, the tension palpable as his fingers danced along the edge of your panties, teasing you with a tantalizing slowness. Snape's gaze was fierce, a storm of longing and determination that made your heart race even faster.

"Tell me what you want," he urged, his voice low and gravelly, almost a growl as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers coursing through your body. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a magnetic force pulling you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"I want you, Severus," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, raw and filled with desire. "I want all of you."

With a primal growl, he pulled your panties aside, exposing you to his hungry gaze. The firelight danced across your skin, illuminating every curve as he took his time, savoring the moment. His fingers explored, brushing against you with a mix of gentleness and urgency, as if he were both worshipping and claiming you.