Title: Beware of Plant
Author: eeyore9990
Characters/Pairings: Severus Snape/Philip the Plant, Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: sounding
Other Warnings: Plant bondage, object insertion, spanking, non consensual human/plant sex.
Word Count: ~1100
Summary/Description: He really should have heeded the warning...
Author's Notes: Based on Pitcher Plant by akatnamedeaster.

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Severus paused before the door to Longbottom's office, read the hastily-scrawled note adhered to it, and snorted. "'Beware of plant?'" Reaching down, he twisted the knob, scowling when it didn't immediately turn under his hand. As if Longbottom owned anything worth securing.

Beware of plant, indeed. "Alohomora."

The first thing Severus noticed about Longbottom's office was the overwhelming humidity. Within seconds of entering the room, his robes and hair were sticking to his skin in the most uncomfortable of places. A personal cooling charm applied to his robes took care of the worst of it, but he could still feel a bead of sweat gathering at his temple. Scowling, he brushed it away with the back of his hand.

The second thing he noticed was the plant that took up the majority of the space along three of the four walls. It was obviously some breed of Devil's Snare, but the shape of the leaves was all wrong for that particular plant. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a crossbreed of Devil's Snare and something else... Flitterbloom?

A tapping sound distracted Severus from his perusal of the plant and he turned to see... nothing. Lips pursing in annoyance, he walked a few paces toward the standard teacher's desk that sat squarely in the middle of the room. Though the noise had originated from that area, it took Severus several moments to realise that the noise was coming from under the desk.

Squatting, he peered under the furniture--it wouldn't surprise him to find Longbottom cowering there--and saw that the noise was emanating from a tendril of the so-far unidentified plant as it tapped along the stones beneath the desk. No sooner had he spotted the cause of the noise than he felt something snake under the pooled hem of his robes to wind around his ankle and jerk him bodily backward and up, leaving him dangling several feet in the air.

Upside down, his cheek, chin, and elbows throbbing painfully from where they'd impacted the rough stnes that formed the floor, Severus instinctually shouted "Potter!" as he flailed at the thick black robes obscuring his vision. Almost instantly, Severus calmed enough to remind himself that he was a Professor now, no longer the adolescent who'd fallen prey to so many of Black and Potter's pranks. He began patting along his robes, searching for his wand in the pocket where he stored it, a grim satisfaction filling him. Fate, after all, had come through for him in the end. He'd outlived his childhood tormentors, defying all the odds to do so.

Just as his fingers encountered the hard length of his trapped wand, though, another tendril of the plant holding him captive ripped the robes from his body, sending them, along with his wand, to the floor... just beyond the reach of his fingers. Severus shouted out in fury, twisting and wrestling against the vines holding him as he stretched toward the tattered remins of his clothing.

The tips of his fingers brushed the fine wool just as the plant jerked him upright, removing from him any hope of a quick, magical release. Severus' snarl of anger was cut off abruptly, however, when another, much smaller tendril slithered between his thighs and under the leg of his pants. This time when the fabric was ripped away from him, his flinch was in pain rather than surprise. The damn plant had no concept of friction and how it could leave welts on delicate skin, obviously.

Vines wound around Severus' arms, legs, and torso, holding him spread-eagle and immobile... nakedly so. And though Severus fought tooth and nail, it did him no good against the plant. Dripping sweat from his exertions, Severus finally gave up, slumping in his verdant bonds. The plant seemed to take his momentary break from his struggles against it as acquiescence. Or possibly submission.

No sooner had he sagged forward than the plant began caressing him everywhere it could reach. And with the limitless power of a magically imbued plant, it could reach everywhere. Damp leaves licked at his nipples, stroked along his thighs, and prodded behind his bollocks. Slender vines curved around his soft cock and began rhythmically squeezing and stroking until, against his will, it began to fill and lengthen.

The thinnest vines slapped against his arse over and over, raising tiny welts over the pale skin to match the one around his inner thigh from his rough disrobing earlier. The painful smacks had Severus jerking in mid air, which only served to aid the efforts of the vine around his cock. Severus clenched his jaw, fighting against the all too natural responses of his body to the stimuli responsible for his current humiliation. Just when he thought he might be able to regain some portion of control over his body, however, the vine around his cock began to lengthen and thin out, going nearly needle-thin at the tip.

Severus watched in horror as the tip of the vine began to trace concentric circles around the head of his cock, each one smaller than the last so that it ended up just vibrating against the hole in the very tip. Severus tried to tip his head back, to not watch, but that resolve fled in an instant under the burn of the vine as it breached his body and began to slowly push further into him.

Mouth dropping open on a silent scream of pain...pleasure--pain, yes, pain, it couldn't feel good--Severus almost didn't notice that the vine which had been prodding at his perineum was rubbing rather insistently against the tiny pucker of his arsehole.

"I'm not generally a vindictive sort, but I have to admit that seeing you like this? Is a bit satisfying. And I'm not above mentioning that, had you followed my clearly written directions, you'd not be in this predicament."

Humiliation washed over Severus as he looked up into the gently amused eyes of Neville Longbottom.

"Hello, Professor Snape. I see you've met Philip."

Severus found himself unable to respond as the vine at his arse began to penetrate him, even as the one inside his urethra reached his prostate. His agonized wails of pleasure made the plant's tendrils shiver and Longbottom's pupils dilate. As the tendril in his urethra began to retract and the one up his arse to begin fucking him in earnest, Severus couldn't take his eyes off the bulge in Longbottom's trousers.

As he shouted his release, Severus was already plotting ways to ensure Longbottom was gifted with similar pleasures.