Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

something different

Lucius's lips were cool against mine, a stark contrast to the heat that surged through my veins as our bodies pressed together.

The taste of him was intoxicating, and I could feel Severus's presence behind me, his hands tracing gentle circles on my waist. Our embrace was powerful, yet tender, tinged with a hint of dominance that sent shivers down my spine.

As our kiss deepened, Lucius's fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me closer.

I could feel the hard lines of his body beneath his robes, and the anticipation of what was to come only heightened the intensity of the moment. His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

Severus's warm breath brushed against my ear, his voice a seductive whisper.

"You're ours now, my dear," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine. I turned to face him, our eyes locking for a moment before he leaned in and claimed my lips in a kiss that was both passionate and possessive.

Their combined strength was overwhelming, and I found myself helpless to resist as they guided me towards the plush bed in the corner of the room. They undressed me slowly, each touch more intimate than the last.

Lucius traced the outline of my nipples with his fingertips, his eyes never leaving mine, while Severus teased my core, his fingers dancing just out of reach.

Finally, I lay naked on the bed, their eyes never leaving my body. Lucius climbed on top of me, his clothed erection pressing against my thigh. He looked deeply into my eyes, his expression a mixture of desire and dominance.

"You're ours now, my sweet," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "And we will teach you what true submission means."

Snape smirked, running his hand through my hair, his fingers tangling gently. "You're ours indeed," he agreed, his voice low and filled with promise. My skin was soft, my body naked, and the thought of them claiming me filled me.

Lucius nodded, his eyes burning with desire. "You'll submit to us, won't you?" he asked, his voice tight with need. I watched as his gaze lingered on my breasts, his fingers itching to claim them.

My hesitated, my eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll submit to you both."

Snape leaned down, capturing my lips once more, his tongue exploring my mouth as he pressed against me. His hands roamed your body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples gently. My moan was music to their ears, a symphony that they would play over and over again.

Lucius' hands sliding down my body, gripping my hips. "So soft."

As the atmosphere in the room shifted palpably towards a more charged and intimate dynamic, Lucius stood, his actions smooth and deliberate, beginning to unbutton his shirt with a glance that suggested an invitation. However, Snape, always one to maintain control and assert his presence in any situation, quickly redirected the course of the evening.

Snape's voice cut through the thickening air, his tone commanding yet unmistakably tinged with an undercurrent of curiosity and anticipation.

"If you wish to show your willingness to explore this connection, Y/N" he addressed me directly, his eyes locking onto mine, "then I want see how you obey. Help me with my shirt."

Pausing for a moment to process the gravity of the request and the shift in Snape's demeanor, I stepped towards him. My hands were steady, though my heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement about the implications of my actions. Reaching him, I carefully began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers brushing against his as I worked on the buttons. The room felt charged with a silent tension, each of us acutely aware of every movement, every breath.