The Morning Encounter
The next morning, you both found yourselves in the hallway at the same time, heading to the bathroom. Snape gave you a polite nod. "You can go first if you wish."
You smirked playfully. "You can join me if you wish."
He raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain his composure. "You're not ready for that."
You chuckled, conceding his point. "That's probably true. At least use the bathroom first. It looks painful," you added with a grin, noticing his attempt to discreetly cover his morning erection with a towel.
Snape's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, but he appreciated your light-heartedness. "Thank you," he said, stepping past you to the bathroom.
You leaned against the wall, waiting your turn. Despite the playful banter, there was a warmth in the exchange that made you feel more at ease. It was these small moments of mutual respect and understanding that helped to build the fragile trust between you.
As he closed the bathroom door, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Snape was trying to be a gentleman, and you respected that. It was a stark contrast to the strict professor you had known at school. Here, in his home, he was different—more human, more vulnerable.
A few minutes later, Snape emerged from the bathroom, looking more composed. "It's all yours," he said with a small smile.
You nodded, grabbing your towel and stepping into the bathroom. "Thanks. I'll be quick."
As you turned on the water and stepped under the warm spray, you couldn't help yourself. The sight of him that morning had stirred something deep inside you. Part of you wished he had joined you, the thought of his presence so close sending shivers down your spine.
You let your mind wander, imagining what it would have been like to feel his hands on your skin, his body against yours. The thought was intoxicating, and you felt a growing heat between your legs.
Deciding this was better than approaching him before you were truly ready, you touched yourself, fingers moving with a purpose.
The sensation was overwhelming, your mind filled with images of Severus, his intense gaze, and the way he tried to maintain control.
You bit your lip to stifle a moan, the pleasure building rapidly. As you climaxed, your body trembled, the release both physical and emotional.
Breathing heavily, you leaned against the cool tiles, feeling a mix of satisfaction and longing. This private moment had been necessary, a way to channel your desires without complicating things between you and Snape. You knew you needed to be fully ready before taking that step with him.
After finishing your shower, you dressed and headed to the kitchen, feeling more composed. Snape looked up as you entered, his expression softening.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
You nodded, smiling. "Much better. Thanks."
Snape began plating the breakfast, and you noticed the slight tension in his movements. "I can finish breakfast if you want to go shower," you offered.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate that."
As Snape stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over him, he couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting back to you. Being so close to you was difficult, stirring feelings he struggled to keep in check. The morning encounter had left him feeling both aroused and conflicted.
He let out a sigh, knowing what he needed to do. A necessary evil, he told himself as his hand moved down his body. The sensation brought both relief and frustration. It was a way to manage his desires, but it also reminded him of the distance he had to maintain for your sake.
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FanfictionSeverus Snape x Reader In this fanfiction, you are a sixteen-year-old witch who has recently transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons after a series of rebellious acts, struggling to find your place amidst the unfamiliarity and strict rules of your...