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Snape’s familiar scent of parchment and potion fumes encases you even before his hand clasps over your mouth, his arm around your waist pulling you tightly against his firm body. Excitement rushes through your veins, your arousal dampening your knickers. Snape can be a real arse, but it is so worth putting up with it for the sex!
Your peers could never keep up with him even if you’d decide to waste your time on them. Snape shatters your world and puts it back together all before even tearing your clothes off you.
You don’t fight him when he drags you behind a statue. The danger of being discovered, not knowing what he is up to - it turns you on beyond anything that is healthy, but you don’t care. You never thought of yourself as one of these meek, annoying little girls that just wait around for a man to take control of your life but handing over control to Snape feels so good. You forget about all the assignments being piled onto you, your family’s expectations, and your own aspirations and dreams for the future. All the stress of your final school year and exam season slowly creeping towards you falls off you and all that matters is the rush you get from obeying Snape’s every twisted, filthy, glorious wish.
“Fancy meeting you here.” He purrs in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine. His face comes into your line of sight when he shifts. A smirk is playing around his lips, replacing his usual sneer with a deliciously twisted expression. “I do hope you had no plans for today, doll…but no- I don’t actually care.”
You squeak against his hand, squirming against his grip half-heartedly. He enjoys it when you put up a bit of a fight. His eyes darken, his smirk grows. You enjoy it too, evident by the way your knickers cling to your sex and your nipples press into the cups of your bra.
“I plan on keeping you quite occupied.”
Oh yes please !
Snape presses you against the wall with his body and pulls something from his robes. It’s the ball gag he has been thoroughly enjoying playing with for the past week. His smirk never wavers.
“Now, be a good girl and keep quiet.”
You do, but only because you would prefer to come sometime before next week.
One could think fucking two of your professors would keep you quite satisfied, but the more time you spend with either one of them, the more you crave them.
Snape is a mean bastard. He sneers at you and makes you keep his cock warm in your mouth, kneeling under his desk while he grads essays before he would fuck you, always talking down to you, insulting you, edging you until you are a sobbing, pathetic little puddle of pleas and broken moans and the ropes have left red marks on your wrists and ankles you will have to hide for weeks to come.
Crouch though- Crouch takes a sense of pride in forcing as many orgasms on you as possible. He would keep you in his bed for hours sometimes, his face planted between your thighs, your hands tied to the bed. He would whisper encouragement and praise One more and I’ll stop, and he would never. fucking. stop. and when you are a twitching, overstimulated crying mess he would fuck you. Slow, but hard, savouring your hiccupping sobs and the clenching of your cunt and your whimpered sounds of both pain and pleasure from being overstimulated.
Of course neither knows about the other.
Snape has this possessive streak, and you doubt Crouch likes Snape very much. They are very cold towards each other whenever they are forced to interact like there is something in their shared past that you can’t quite understand.
No.
It’s better that they don’t know. It has its challenges, keeping your time with each one hidden and also organised. You are a genius at organising! There is no other explanation as to how you have been managing this for the past four months.
When Snape has gagged and blindfolded you to his satisfaction he makes an approving sound, a rumble coming from deep inside his throat. He grabs your arm roughly, pulling you with him. You stumble along, instinctively leaning into Snape at which he chuckles. His cruel, dark chuckle that lights a fire in your lower belly.
You just hope Snape has a plan to not be discovered. Being seen with a blindfolded and gagged student at his side wouldn’t be so easily explained away and you have no desire to be dubbed the school slut! Only Snape gets to call you slut. Or perhaps he’d simply obliviate whoever stumbles upon you.
You have no idea where you are, no idea where he is dragging you to, though you suspect the dungeons. There is something so filthy about fucking your professor in the dungeons that drives you wild with lust.
You seem to have reached his destination. He forces you on your knees and you obey. He binds your hands behind your back. Your knickers are soaked at this point. Nothing new really. It is almost impossible to concentrate during potions, to listen to Snape’s lectures without reminiscing about that same deep drawl whispering filth into your ears.
“I have big plans for you today.” He says and you give a euphoric nod with your head. The blindfold falls from your head, and you blink, trying to get used to the light quickly.
You freeze.
Fuck
Snape is leaning against a large four-poster bed, his arms crossed in front of his chest, face framed by his long black hair, like ink spilling down the sides of his face. Next to him is Crouch.
He is wearing his usual three-piece suit, his hair perfectly styled back. He too has his arms crossed. Both of their expressions are cold, foreboding .
You squeak. Helpless with the gag in your mouth and your hands tied and you know you are in trouble.
“What do we have here?” Snape drawls. “I already knew you were a slut, girl, but oh how I underestimated you.”
“Did you think we wouldn’t find out, princess? ” Crouch’s nickname for you is sharp, lacking its usual oh-so-sweet teasing. I know you have another one in you, princess; you take my cock so well, princess; sit, don’t hover, princess …
Snape comes closer, slowly, like a wild animal closing in on its prey. He loosens the gag.
“Ok look- you were never meant to find out!” You say as soon as you spit the red ball out. Your eyes flick from one man to the other.
“That’s your apology?”
“I am not apologising!” You retort defiantly, sitting up straighter and showing as much dignity as you can in this position.
Snape raises a brow. “Is that so?”
“I don’t owe you anything! So what if I fucked both of you! I am not your property and neither of you ever said I can’t see someone else either.”
“You little brat-”
“Princess.” Crouch drops his hands to his side and comes closer, then crouches down in front of you. He picks up a strand of your hair, idly holding it between his fingers. “We talked about this. Trust is important.”
“And I do trust you. To fuck my brains out.”
“That explains the last potion assignment you handed in. ” Snape mutters under his breath.
“We need to be able to trust you too. You know how much Severus and I are risking here. And you betrayed our trust by sneaking around!”
“ Pff , poor boys! Do you feel exploited?” Your voice is dripping with condescension that is rivalling Snape’s.
“Impertinent little shit!” Snape snarls.
“Oh get off your high horse!” You snarl right back. “You two jumped at the opportunity to fuck me! You even more than Crouch! Don’t act all offended now.”
“This is not about feeling exploited or offended, princess.”
“Is she this defiant with you too?” Snape asks Crouch.
“Oh yes. Tying her up and overstimulating her cunt until she is crying is usually a foolproof way of shutting her up.”
“I usually just gag her.” Snape shrugs. “Or watch her choke on my cock.” You look from Snape to Crouch and back.
“What are you going to do now?” You raise your chin in a silent challenge. It would be a blatant lie to say you have not fantasised about having both men fuck you at the same time.
Crouch gets up off the ground and undoes the buttons of his suit jacket. You watch him fold the jacket and roll up his sleeves. You love it when he fucks you like that. His suit all proper apart from the rolled up sleeves, you naked and at his mercy. Snape merely takes off his cloak, tossing it at an armchair.
Such a stark difference between the two…
You take the time to look around. You don’t recognise this room. It’s not Crouch’s bedroom and you suspect it’s not Snape’s either . He doesn’t fuck you in his bedroom. He says whores get fucked on desks or against the wall, on the floor. You don’t protest.
There is the large four-poster bed, an armchair, a side table and a fireplace. Nothing more.
“Severus and I talked. ” Crouch says.
“Oh yes, slut. We have known about this for a few days.” Snape sneers.
“And we have come to the conclusion-“
“We are going to punish you.” Snape is grinning, baring his teeth and cold sweat runs down your spine. “And you will apologise for deceiving us.”
“Fuck no.” You laugh and shake your head. “In your dreams.” Snape and Crouch share a look.
“I say we have her begging for forgiveness after fifteen minutes. ” Crouch says.
“Twenty. She is a stubborn one.”
“I won’t beg for forgiveness. I have done nothing wrong!” You chime in.
“Ten galleons? For old times’ sake?” Snape contemplates you for a moment.
“Why not.” They both pull the coins from their pockets and put them on the side table.
“Are fucking betting?”
“You have no right to be outraged.” Snape drawls
You roll your eyes. “Yeah whatever, if you are planning on fucking me, finally get to it!”
“We will fuck you.” Snape grins. “We will fuck you and you will beg us to forgive you.”
“Hm..what do I get if I prove you wrong?”
The men share another look.
“Then we will grant you a wish. ” Crouch says.
“Deal.” You say, maybe a little too fast. Snape chuckles.
“The slut has a plan already. I don’t know whether to be disgusted with that pathetic display of willingness or…proud.”
“Proud.” Crouch groans. “Definitely proud.” The outline of his erection is visible in the pristinely pressed slacks he is wearing.
Snape closes the distance between them with two large steps, caging you in between his legs, a foot on either side of your thighs. His belt is unbuckled within seconds and his trousers undone . He threads his fingers through your hair and closes his hand into a tight fist. He pulls your head back in a single, sharp yank. You fight the yelp wanting to claw its way out of your throat.
Snape feeds his cock into your mouth, parting your jaw by digging his fingers into your cheeks when you refuse to open your mouth for him of your own volition. Your eyes wander over, past Snape’s side. A sharp throb tears through your cunt at the sight of Crouch watching you. He has his head tilted to the side, just like he does after stuffing you full of toys and stepping back to watch your misery.
You sputter around Snape’s overwhelming size. He is ruthless. Anger has cut deep lines through his face and his impossibly dark eyes glimmer with barely contained aggression that must have been brewing inside him for days and he is now unleashing on your throat.
You are used to Snape being rough with you. You are used to not being able to sit for a couple of days after he reamed your arse or after spanking you while going on a rampage over the stupidity of his students. You are used to his anger, his emotional outbreaks and uncontrollable moments. In an odd, probably concerning way, you cherish that he lets go with you. He seems so much more…real in those moments. When beads of sweat roll down his temple and his hair sticks to his forehead, when the sneer on his lip melts away and the far-away expression in his eyes slips, revealing something else.
As far as you know, you are the only one who gets to see him that way.
Today, his eyes are closed off. Someone who knows Snape less intimately than you might jump to the conclusion he is hurt but it’s fucking Snape . Hurt? What fucking reason would he have to? You aren’t a stupid couple . You fuck. That is all. For all you know, Snape could have more students lined up who want a better grade or just the thrill of an immoral fuck.
Your eyes burn and tears squeeze past your tear ducts and your fierce determination to hold them back. They tickle as they slip down your cheeks and join the drool running down your chin and throat.
“Don’t tell me you’re struggling already, little slut.” He snaps his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside you. He stays there, your nose squished against curly black hairs, his balls pressed against your chin and your throat burning from the foreign object lodged in it. You choke and cry and fight the restraints around your wrist. Dizziness rushes to your head. You are tossed into a most primal state where nothing but survival matters. You can’t breathe. You blink up at Snape, through tears and melting mascara. He must see the fear in them because his lips curl.
“Are you suddenly too good to choke on my cock, doll? It was all you thought about during my last class with you.”
He pulls back just as you balance the edge of unconsciousness. You cough and force wheezing breaths into your battered lungs. Snape grabs your chin roughly and slaps you. You whimper at the way the stinging pain melts seamlessly into the desire swirling through your insides.
“You really think that’s going to make me apologise?” You croak. You tip your head back, giving Snape your best innocent look. He doesn’t miss the way mischief flickers in your eyes. You know he doesn’t because you see the way his jaw tenses. He might pride himself as inscrutable - but he has been letting you get too close. You know his quirks. A lot of them at least, if not all.
“What has it been?” You look over to Crouch. “Five minutes? Ten? What a waste of your time.”
“You are mighty brazen for a deceitful little slut.” Snape hisses. He pulls you off the ground by your hair and shoves you towards the bed. You stumble and fall against one of the posts.
“And for a professor you enjoy me acting like a slut way too much!” You can’t suppress a laugh. Snape pushes your torso down on the bed. Crouch cups your jaw. His gentleness is such an odd contrast to the savagery with which Snape tears your knickers down and flips your skirt up. Your knickers dig into your thighs. He doesn’t bother to take them off fully. He must be very pissed to leave you with your clothes for so long. Usually, he gets rid of them within seconds of getting you alone. He likes seeing you kneel for him, all nude while he is fully dressed. He likes leaving you so utterly desecrated with cum and spit, bite marks, bruises and bright red welts. He likes seeing you destroy and getting to walk away with not one of his hairs out of order.
Not today.
It makes your heart beat faster in your chest.
Is he so affected by you?
Before today you could not have told whether he cared about you had your life depended on it. This feels a whole lot like he cares.
Crouch’s eyes tell a similar story.
“Puppy eyes?” You snarl, your voice dripping with rage. The expression in his eyes, Snape’s savagery, the fact they bothered to orchestrate all this over you choosing to fuck both of them without telling either - it makes you panic.
This is sex.
Filthy, earth-shattering, forbidden, immoral sex . Emotions have no place here. Why are they bringing emotions into the fold? You didn’t sign up for emotions! You wanted to get fucked, get your brain scrambled by Snape’s cock and then when you noticed the way Crouch stared at you, that and the fact Snape is a busy man, and you have needs made you pursue him as well. You wanted to forget, to have something to help against the stress, and also sex burns a ton of calories, right? Especially the way they fuck you.
You are angry they complicate things, and you are angry at your stupid heart for responding to their bullshit and you are afraid.
Crouch and Snape are a good lay, but they aren’t the sort of man you should fall in love with! They are- they are emotionally unavailable and have dark pasts and nasty personality traits that would no doubt turn abusive if you were to have an actual relationship!
You didn’t sign up for emotions!
Pain tears your thoughts away from your brain’s incoherent rambling. Snape’s blunt nails dig into your arse as he spreads you apart.
“The filthy slut is dripping. How pathetic.”
You cry out when Snape forces himself inside you in a single savage thrust, tearing your insides apart. He is right of course. Getting your throat fucked by Snape is a foolproof way to turn you into a wanton mess but no amount of arousal could ease the sting Snape’s considerable size brings. When he is feeling patient he sometimes prepares you, edges you for hours to the point you don’t feel the sting of him spearing you open but usually he enjoys your sobs and muffled screams.
Snape sets a brutal pace right away , not bothering to give you time to adjust. Pain and pleasure melt together, swirl around each other in perfect, deliciously depraved symbiosis. It runs down your legs, like electrified tendrils carving their way through your thighs.
You claw helplessly at the soft sheets. Crouch is still holding your chin, still forcing you to look at him. He watches pain and pleasure distort your features.
Snape grabs your wrists and twists your arms to your back. He holds your wrist down with one hand, putting his weight on the small of your back and sets a foot against the bedframe to fuck you even harder, deeper, better .
Your strangled moans and hiccupping sobs fill the room. A symphony of degeneracy.
Snape’s hips slam into your arse on every thrust, adding the lewd noise of skin slapping together to the composition you are spinning for them.
Snape's pace is fast. It leaves you almost no chance to catch your breath before stinging, perfect fullness becomes all you can think about again.
Slickness runs down the inside of your thighs that are starting to feel numb from your knickers probably cutting off blood flow. The polished black shoes that are part of the uniform and have shit traction slide helplessly over the floor as you try to not slip away. Not that Snape would let you escape.
You have no idea how much time has passed but they’ll need to do a whole lot better to get you to apologise for something you feel zero remorse over.
Crouch unbuckles his belt with one hand. He is hard. You would have been seriously surprised if he weren’t. It’s laughably easy to get both of these usually so stoic men to succumb to their most animalistic urges.
He strokes his length mere inches from your face, forcing you to watch the whole time. Snape snarls at your back. His cock slams into your cervix and makes you cry out. Your arms feel numb. His nails dig into your wrists, but you barely feel the pain of it anymore.
Crouch knows this is worse that fucking your throat like Snape did minutes ago. Denying you affects you much worse than being tossed around and fucked like a cheap whore.
He twists his wrist when he reaches his cockhead, rubbing his palm over it and spreading his pre-cum down his length. There is an odd elegance to him bringing himself pleasure and the act of denying you is so unusual for him. Snape is the one who’d leave you naked and tied up in his office all day while he does paperwork. Snape is the one to bring you so damn close to climax in his supply closet before walking away - your knickers safely stored away in his pocket just to later make you watch him wank off with it and order you to put them back on. He is the one to watch your discomfort with gleeful malice at the next meal.
Crouch never leaves you wanting. Crouch is the very opposite. He gives you more than you can handle. When he says no, you know he means it and has a good reason to. He doesn’t mess with your head like Snape does.
His special flavour of sadism is drowning you in attention, more than you can handle.
You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a whimper. You are not going to show him how much you want to suck him off with Snape balls deep inside you. You are not going to show him how disappointed you are to be denied. If he rather wants to wank off than enjoy your mouth that’s on him! It doesn’t affect you. Not one bit. No. Not at all.
Fuck.
No amount of lying to yourself can alleviate the way your body responds to his teasing.
He is such a bastard! Both of them are!
Snape pulls out of you, leaving you feeling so terribly empty. He slaps your arse, eliciting a shrieking yelp from you and drags you up on your shaky legs. You can barely stand. Your cunt hurts. The perfect, sweet burn of a rough fuck. You know they are not done with you.
Crouch settles on the bed with his back against the headboard. Meanwhile, Snape tears your clothes off you. Crouch watches.
“You wanted both of us, mh ?” Snape hisses in your ear. “What a dumb little slut you are. As if you can handle us both.” He tosses you at Crouch just to settle behind you and grope your breasts roughly. Crouch puts his belt around your wrists and one of the bedposts. He threads the end through the silver buckle and pulls it tight. You have no choice but to grab the bedpost to ease some of the sting from the leather biting into your skin.
You have an idea what is about to happen, and the thought excites you as much as it leaves you worried .
You are definitely not going to be able to walk properly tomorrow.
Crouch wraps his hands around your thighs and manoeuvres you onto his cock. You are already a little sore from Snape’s pounding, so you wince at the insistent drag of his cock forcing your body to yield to him. You try to keep quiet as best as you can, but some hesitant whines and broken moans manage to push past your lips despite you pressing them together.
Snape doesn’t wait. You now know him well enough to know he is everything but patient in bed.
Your nails strain against the bedpost. You fear they might break but perhaps your cunt is going to break first. A burn accompanies the insistent pressure of Snape’s cockhead against your entrance. Your body doesn’t want to grant him access but you know saying no to Snape is not an option.
You fight the restraints and squirm on Crouch’s lap. You are panting. Air has long refused to properly fill your lungs. What Snape is demanding from your body seems like an impossible ask. You shake your head because you need to do something to fight the pressure that has your insides and your brain melting.
Crouch cups your face.
It’s too entirely conflicting feelings - on one hand, Snape tearing her apart and on the other, Crouch consoling her through the struggle.
A tear slides down your cheek.
“You are doing so well, princess.” He murmurs and strokes your cheek with his thumb. The drag of his callouses against your heated, overly sensitive skin feels overwhelming. “You forced us to punish you. You deserve this but you are such a good girl in taking it…not complaining.”
As though a bucket of ice-cold water is dumped out over you, realisation hits you.
There was never a bet.
There was never the option for you to apologise and get out of this punishment.
Crouch’s lips curl into that crooked grin that balances on the edge of insanity that is so undeniably him.
The bet was a farce. A means to make you shut up and take whatever they subject you to out of sheer stubbornness.
Snape laughs behind you, a noise dripping with such evil, sadistic amusement.
“Stupid little girl.” He rasps into your ear. His hands slip down along the curve of your body to your waist. Effortlessly, he lifts your body up and slams you back down on both of their cocks, making you cry out.
But to what end? Why put in the effort to arrange all this? Scorned lovers that decide to inflict their revenge on You? You were hardly even lovers!
“Have you yet to put all the pieces together, princess? Come on, you are smart enough to figure it out.”
You shake your head. “What- what do you want?”
“Isn’t that clear, doll?” Snape splays his fingers over your stomach. You feel so small and powerless in their grasp. His hand slides down your sticky skin. He cups your mound and slips two fingers between your folds. The slow circles he draws over your clit feels like torture.
“We want you.” Crouch tucks your hair behind your ear. “All of you…for only us.”
“I don’t understand.”
Snape rolls up his sleeve. Your eyes widen at the jet-black tattoo on the inside of his left underarm. It’s the same as Crouch’s. But that makes no sense- they don’t even like each other! Why would they have the same tattoo?
“You don’t know what this is, do you?” Snape takes your earlobe between his lips and nips it with his tears in a grotesque disfigurement of tenderness. “Dumb little whore wanted to get fucked so badly she didn’t even realise both the men she pursued like a cat in heat are Death Eaters.”
“No-” You look at Crouch with big eyes, desperate for the gentleness he has always shown you, desperate for his warm laugh and a cuff to your thigh and his ridicule how she could believe such a lazy lie.
What you get instead is a manic glimmer in his eyes.
“The Dark Lord will rise tonight once more.” He says, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “He rewards those loyal to him royally and it was I who brought him back.”
This is all a bad joke. A terrible nightmare. No- it can’t be-
Snape nuzzles the back of your neck with his face. His lips brush over your spine. “And he owed me a Mudblood.”
Crouch draws a pocket watch out of his waistcoat. “You proved us both wrong. Good job, princess.” His eyes light up menacingly. “You get a wish.”
“And we all know what you were planning to do with your wish.” Snape bites your shoulder. “You want us both to continue fucking you, doll.”
“You are ours.”
Warmth wraps around your throat. You are past panic, frozen in place by the trepidation that has invaded your body.
Crouch traces the golden collar that appeared around your neck. It’s just a little too tight to be comfortable.
“Forever.” He captures your lips in a kiss.