"Chrysanthemum." Severus Snape x reader fanfiction.

Lemonade.

*TW: just plain, unadulterated smut. Y/n is over 18 and of age in this book.

                          Nine o'clock couldn't have come any faster if you willed it to. And you did. My god, you did. You made a quit stop to the Slytherin common room where you freshened yourself up and took in a few heavy breaths of air. Your mind was filled with nothing but Severus and each word he uttered to you in the quiet confines of the corridor. It had been just the two of you and each rumble of his deep voice seemed echo and bounce off of the cold walls and seep through your pores to your veins.

His presence engulfed you in every which way, leaving you quivering and struggling to keep yourself afloat in the waters of his whiplash. One minute you two hated each other, the next you were connected in a kiss so heated you felt you might pass out. You wondered if he felt the same. He was good at hiding how he truly felt behind a mask of indifference.

As soon as the clock hit nine, you were practically racing throughout the empty corridors as fast as you could without making too much noise. Getting caught sneaking out to professor Snape's office this late at night would certainly be the catalyst that sends you over the edge. The potential embarrassment haunted you, yet you remembered that Dumbledore had practically walked in on you two the previous time.

It still baffled you just how utterly calm the head master had been seeing you half naked on the other side of Severus' bed. Was there more to his reaction (or lack thereof) than you initially thought? Or were you just a little too paranoid? Given the circumstances, of which you had only just learned about, perhaps it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities at this point.

You brought out of your hazy thoughts when you realized you were standing right in front of Severus' office, the door shut with the lock hanging loosely on its hinges. You blinked silently, not moving a single muscle as your brain flipped through every possibility of tonight's activities. What exactly did he have in store for you? Did he truly mean it when he said he wouldn't go easy?

You were scared. Merlin, you were scared. But it was in a way that pushed you forward into the waves of exploration, experimentation. Despite your reservations — ones that most likely mirrored his, you were fully ready to open yourself up to Severus and give your petals time to bloom beneath his warmth.

You waited just a little bit longer before finally knocking against the large door with your knuckles, sucking in a quick and heavy breath of air as your heart thumped wildly against your chest. Within a split second, the door was pulled open and Severus' looming black clothed figure emerged from behind it.

His onyx hues gazed down at you intently, Herculean in the way he towered over your smaller frame and commanded dominance without uttering a single word. You seemed to hold in your breath as your eyes connected in a magnetic stare with his, pink tinting the soft skin of your cheeks.

"You're. Late."

Your stomach did a nauseating back flip within your abdomen at his words, voice low and gravely as he spoke. You could still feel the shivering aftershocks of it as he turned on his heel and rushed back into his office. You quickly followed behind him, biting down on your lower lip as the pink flushed even darker beneath your cheeks.

Severus led you towards the back of his office and to his desk, his cloak billowing out gracefully with each large stride. You parted your lips to speak your mind but before you could even get a full word out of your mouth, you felt cold and strong hands flush over your shoulders. The power behind the push sent you backwards and up against the edge of his desk with one pale hand creeping up to wrap around the base of your throat.