Remus flicked the ashes of his cigarette out of the bedroom window, smoke leaving his lips along with a chuckle. "Yeah, right."

Sirius shrugged as he took a drag from his cigarette. "The results speak for themselves."

James, who didn't smoke because it would taint his athlete lungs (as he so humbly put it), propped one leg up as he backed up against the bed frame, adjusting his position on the floor. "You fucking wish."

"I could do that if I tried. You're not special, Pads. I just don't because I know it would be too much for a girl, especially around the full moon," Remus said.

"Oh here he goes again with his rough sex werewolf shit," James threw his hands up in the air, getting a laugh from Sirius.

"Stay jealous, Prongs. Stay jealous," Remus replied.

"Never made a girl squirt though, have you? You stay jealous, Moons," Sirius challenged.

"Surely you know that we do not believe you," James said.

Sirius sighed, leaning back onto his mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well, when her cum shot all over my face, it did feel pretty fuckin' unbelievable."

"Just because virgins think you're good in the sack doesn't mean you are," Remus chimed back in, "how are they supposed to know that there's so much better out there?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sirius said, leaning back up and tilting forward in Remus's direction, "I didn't realize you have a history of fuckin' making virgins squirt. I didn't realize this topic was so familiar to you, how dare I."

"It can't be that hard to make a virgin squirt, Sirius, I'm feelin' like that's pretty easy," James said.

"The real challenge is with experienced girls," Remus said, blowing more smoke out of the window, "You think you're all that? Get back to me when you make someone impossible to please come. Not even to squirt, just to come."

Sirius diverted his gaze from Remus to James, who looked to Remus, who looked back at James, who then turned to Sirius. "That a challenge?" Sirius asked.

"Maybe it is."

"Well if I'm gonna try, you're gonna try, you fucking asshole," Sirius told Remus.

"What, is James just off the hook? We all know he can't do it anyways."

James threw his hands up again. "I can do it."

"Okay, so pick a girl," Sirius said, raising his brows in challenge.

In a mocking voice, Remus joked, "but how will we ever find a girl that sex god Sirius Black can't please?"

"You think Y/N would do it?" James asked.

"You don't think that might ruin our friendship?" Remus questioned.

"Let's review," James said, standing up and beginning to count his points on his fingers, "one, we've all been friends with her for forever, so she trusts us. Two, we all know she's got experience, and we know there's a bunch of guys who haven't been able to make her come. Three, she doesn't strike me as someone who would get attached and ruin our friendships over sex. And four, perhaps the most important of all: she's hot and we all wanna fuck her."

"How the fuck do we even broach that subject?" Sirius asked, "are we supposed to ask her to let us fuck her as a competition? Do we just try to kiss her and see where it leads? This is Y/N for fucks sake."

"Correct," Remus responded, "it`'s just Y/N. I feel like it'll be way easier to ask her than some other random girl."

"Oh, Sirius has no problem asking random girls for sex," James joked, though he was serious.

"The only reason we're friends with Y/N is because she turned you down, do you remember that, Jamie?" Sirius shot back.

"She didn't turn me down, jackass, she was in a relationship. Otherwise, I would have for sure gotten to hit that."

"Big bad James and his big bad muscles on the big bad Quidditch team, ok then," Remus joked, "irresistible to all girls. Oh wait! Except for one."

"If you're jealous of my body, Moons, just say it. This," he gestured down his torso, "takes a lot of work."

"You're really talking yourself up when my skinny ass gets more girls than you do, and more boys too, for that matter. I'm sorry, which one of us has had sex with the majority of your Quidditch team? Oh, not you? Weird," Remus responded.

“You know that fraternization on the team would be frowned upon, why would you say that when you know-“

“Oh relax,” Remus cut James off.

“Doesn’t matter how many guys you get, Moons, you still can’t make Y/N come.”

“What are we, just going off the honors system here? I already don’t believe Sirius made someone squirt, you two want me to believe you if you just say you did it? Where’s the proof?” James questioned.

“Proof? What do you want us to do, suck her cum up in a syringe, you fucking weirdo?” Remus replied.

“No no, it’s a fair point,” Sirius chimed in, “I don’t believe half the shit you tell me anyway.”

“Ok, so what do you wanna do then? Fuck her at the same time?” Remus asked.

James and Sirius exchanged a long glance.

“You two aren’t serious.”

James and Sirius both shrugged.

“I’m not fucking her with you two idiots in the room ruining it,” Remus said.

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Sirius said, “I’d only make it better. For her especially.”

“Would not.”

“Would too.”

“You think you’re such a fucking sex god-“

“It’s not a little weird to fuck the same girl at the same time? What are we gonna do, take turns?” James asked.

“She’s got three holes,” Sirius said.

“Okay, but the entire point of fucking her is to see who can actually make her come, idiot,” Remus said, “so obviously that doesn’t matter. I’m not sticking my dick somewhere that I’ll be able to feel one of yours, guys.”

“Why not?” James asked genuinely.

“Because, because-“

“Because, because, come on, Rem, it’s only weird if you make it weird. I’ve seen your dick before.”

“Me changing in front of you is not the same as us fucking someone at the same time.”

“The thought of watching her get railed by one of us doesn’t do anything for you?” James asked.

Remus blinked, unable to cohesively think of a rebuttal. “I mean.”

“Mhm,” Sirius nodded.

“Okay, so it’s agreed, we’re all gonna fuck her with the rest of us there so we have proof we aren’t lying, and we’re gonna see who can make her come,” James said.

“What if we can all make her come?” Remus asked.

“Then whoever does it first?” James tried.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything, I mean what if she comes harder for one of us? Once she comes it’s gonna be too easy to make her come again. Like that’s not a good gage,” Sirius said.

“No no, we share space equitably. No one hogs any part of her. Whoever makes her come first, wins,” Remus said.

“Wins what, exactly?” Sirius said.

James shrugged. “Let’s let her decide.”

────── ☾ ──────

Your gaze diverted between the three boys in front of you, your book laying open in your lap as you adjusted your cross-legged position on the common room couch. “Are you joking?”

“Nope,” said Sirius.

You processed for a few moments. “Okay, and what exactly do you get if you make me come first?” you asked.

James dipped his head and smirked. “We were uh- we were actually gonna let you decide that one.”

You raised your brows. “You were, were you?”

“…Yeah.”

You nodded your head up and down, thinking and processing. “And you all just assumed I’d say yes?”

“Honestly I don’t think we ever got that far,” Remus admitted.

“Right, right,” you said, “right.”

“You can say no, you know,” Sirius said.

You turned toward him. “I know.”

“So are you saying no?” he asked.

“No,” you replied, quicker than you anticipated.

“Are you saying yes?” Sirius pressed.

You pondered Sirius’s question. “Can I have a day or two to think about it?”

“Of course, of course,” James said.

Luckily you had plans in Hogsmeade the next day, which gave you an opportunity to give the boys an answer.

When Dorcas and Mary left the Hog’s Head early to “work on some overdue assignments,” you were left alone with the boys.

“So I have an answer for you,” you said.

“Already?” Remus said.

“Yeah, already, jackass.”

“And?”

“I’m down.”

All three boys exchanged glances. “Yeah?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You said no strings, you guys are hot, and fuck if I don’t need a good orgasm. The boys around here don’t do it for me, as you well know.” You’d tipsily told them several times how none of the boys at school could make you come.

“And you think we can?”

“If you’re really gonna try this hard, I think at least one of you has a shot. With all the sex you have? Please. If one of you can’t make me come, no one can. It’s worth a shot, and three tries is better than one.”

“Oh, so you’re using us?” Sirius joked.

“Mm, only because you guys wanted to use me first,” you lightheartedly shot back.

“Fair enough,” Sirius surrendered.

The conversation quickly shifted when butterbeers and pumpkin juices arrived, and all attention turned toward drinking games and late-night escapades.

As you walked through the cool-breezed, darkened streets of Hogsmeade, you took note of the lack of people around. You were sure the boys didn't notice.

"Where are you going?" Remus asked, watching you drift toward an alleyway.

You made a come-hither motion at the boys as you stepped into the alleyway, scanning quickly for any sign of life and finding none.

"What are you-" you grabbed Remus's face, cutting him off with a kiss. Without a second thought, Remus's hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him on instinct.

Both you and Remus were experienced enough to turn the kiss into a heated exchange quickly. You bit his bottom lip, and in turn, he took the moment of disconnection to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He took steps forward, backing you up until your back collided with the outer brick siding of Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. Remus pulled away, thinking he had slammed your body into the wall too hard, but you immediately pulled him back. His body had no choice but to respond immediately, his hand holding the side of your jaw in place as his lips traveled down to the side of your neck.

The gap of his face in front of yours allowed you time to open your eyes and see Sirius and James watching the exchange intently.

"Guess Remus is going first then?" you teased.

"No, no, that's not the arrangement," Sirius said, "we all said no hogging. We all get equal shots. Move the fuck over."

Sirius grabbed your throat and pulled you forward into a kiss, causing Remus to stumble to the side in defeat.

Remus gestured to James to do what was just done to him to Sirius, but James wasn't one to fight for attention. James was one to wait until he was wanted, and until you were begging from attention from him. He would wait his turn patiently.

"Heathens," he snickered, "let her breathe for 2 seconds, would ya?"

Sirius pulled away, but his hand remained on your throat. "I'm sorry, I don't see you winning right now, do I? Shut up and maybe you'll learn something."

He resumed kissing you, and his hand dropped from your throat, tracing down your body until it landed between your legs. He pulled away to look into your eyes. You gave him a "yes" nod to signal that you consented to his touches.

That was the moment Remus decided he was done standing there like an idiot.

He dropped to his knees directly beside Sirius, tracing his fingers tauntingly slowly up your thighs, aiming for under your house-colored skirt.

Sirius noticed his efforts, and their hands collided directly on your underwear.

Like petulant little boys, you felt Sirius smack Remus's hand away, then Remus's hand smack him back, and then Sirius pulled his hand out from under your shirt and smacked Remus on the side of the head.

"Ass," Remus said his body moving sideways, causing his hand to leave its place under your skirt, "what the fuck was that for?"

"No one said we have to play fair," Sirius replied, shoving his hand back under your skirt and cupping between your thighs.

You barely reacted apart from a small gasp.

"You really are a tough one, huh?" Sirius teased, his hand falling for a moment.

Smirking, you responded, "you wanna make me come? You're gonna have to put in the work. Unless you think you can't handle it? Too busy fucking girls and not women?"

"Working me up is only gonna make this more intense for you," Sirius taunted, "you're playing a dangerous game."

"Don't listen to him, he's a cocky fuck," James laughed from behind Sirius.

You shifted your hips and let out a small moan. Sirius thought his words were really working you up, until he looked down to see that Remus had not only snuck his way between your legs while you and Sirius were talking, but that his head disappeared under your skirt.

Sirius decided to let Remus do some of the hard work before he chimed back in to bring you to the edge, so he stepped back, crossing his arms and sighing as he stood next to James. "At least flip the skirt up for me, gorgeous."

You pulled your skirt up, bunching it up and tucking it into its own waistband, leaving Remus visible, and when he pulled away to breathe, your core as well.

Remus flicked his tongue over your clit, one hand on your hip hooking a thumb around the fabric of your underwear to keep it to the side. Your fingers intertwined into his soft curls, keeping him in place as he moved his tongue faster and faster.

"You're kinda good at this," you spoke breathily, earning a moan of acknowledgement, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

James decided to step in, standing to your side and turning your face toward him to finally take his turn at a kiss. The kiss was slow and passionate, the intimacy of it making you even wetter for Remus between your legs. His glasses fogged up due to the heat radiating off of your body.

When James pulled away, he kept a hand under your chin to keep your eyes on him instead of Remus. Remus's unoccupied hand began to take over his tongue's spot, circling your clit as he moved his face further back, teasing your entrance.

You let out a moan, staring into James's eyes. James nodded when you made the noise. "Good girl, that feel good?"

"Mhm," you responded, moaning again.

Remus's tongue began to fuck into you, his hand still working your clit. You used your hand to press his face further into you, refusing to give up the pleasure. You so rarely were properly pleasured by men, since they were typically unfamiliar with how to actually work their way around a woman's body, but you had a feeling that at least one of these three had to know what they were doing. You hoped it would be all of them.

As far as who you wanted to win, well, you didn't really have a preference. Honestly, all of them were hot, and you would be happy coming for any of them. Of course, there was a little bit of stake in the game. They allowed you to pick the prize for whoever won. You hadn't told them yet, but the prize would be you. Consistent sex-capades with the one girl around who could truly do it for them? That's a prize in itself.

You knew they had a lot of sex. You knew they slept with a ton of people, but you also knew that they were usually the ones giving the pleasure, not receiving it. The prize? That would change.

"Fuck, Jamie," you moaned, still staring into his eyes as Remus ate you out.

Remus pulled away, his hand never stopping as he said, "that's not fucking fair, I'm the one doing the work down here. He didn't even earn his name."

"And you think you did?" James challenged.

"She's only moanin' cus of me," Remus shot back.

"Well, you clearly haven't made her come, and you've been down there long enough," James said, "my turn."

Remus had the same thought as Sirius, and opted to let James do some of the work as well.

He sighed and backed up, and James dropped to his knees.

Despite being on his knees, James gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up so that your thighs were resting on his shoulders. You squealed in surprise at his strength.

"You're strong," you said.

"You have no idea," he responded, gripping your ass and pushing you into his face, immediately beginning to move his tongue at a rapid pace, his head shaking back and forth from the speed.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back and knocking it against the brick, "fuck, just like that."

Sirius approached again, standing directly behind James an pushing his head further into you. He leaned over James and kissed you, swallowing to whimper that followed.

James refused to stop, eating you out like he was starving. Each time you made a noise that Sirius found hot, he pushed James's head harder into you. James didn't let out a single noise of protest.

You looked down and spotted Sirius's hand on James's head, forcing him to increase the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and it caused your core to flex.

"Fuck," you gasped, "oh my god, James, fuck."

"Earned his name, I see," Sirius teased, turning to Remus.

Remus pretended to act annoyed, but anyone could see his dick straining against his pants for dear life. Even if the name you moaned wasn't his, it was still hot nevertheless, and he knew it would be his name when he was the one making you come. He had no doubts. Why not let James and Sirius have a little fun first?

Part of the reason you were so hard to make come was that man didn't understand that just eating out or just penetration wasn't enough for you. These boys had no idea that as long as they remained kneeling between your legs, they were already way off.

It took ten minutes of James eating you out before he took a breath. "Fucking hell, are you close?"

You giggled. "I don't know, am I?"

Remus caught on. "You need to be fucked, huh?"

"Okay fuck you, she might actually be close," James said, but stood up anyways.

"Didn't you guys pick me because you knew it wouldn't be easy?" you asked.

James gripped your chin and pulled your face against his, trapping you in a heated kiss to remind you that he could, in fact, make you feel good.

“Up,” Remus said, snaking his arms around your thighs, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his hips.

You watched in the gap between your bodies as Remus pushed everything below the waist down, exposing his long, slender cock.

He gently pressed his forehead against yours, looking between your bodies as well as he lined himself up with your entrance. He waited a moment for you to revoke consent, but when you didn’t, he pushed himself into you.

You tilted your head back as he bottomed out, barely giving you any time to adjust before he started fucking you.

You locked your legs behind him, crossing your feet to keep you in place. He kept his hands under your thighs to hold you up as he fucked you, his lips trailing down to your jawline.

“Shit, Remus,” you moaned.

The use of his name only egged him on more, causing him to start fucking into you faster. “Good fucking girl, I can feel you squeezing me,” he whispered into your air.

You whined and whimpered as his cock pumped in out of you, and Remus was beginning to lose control.

You squirmed momentarily, and Remus grabbed your hand in his own, moving it over your head and pinning it against the brick wall. “Stay fucking still.”

You saw a window of opportunity, and arched your back. “Or what?” you breathily asked.

Remus nearly growled, immediately dropping your hand and wrapping his fingers around your throat. He snapped his hips harshly, not caring about the competition anymore, just caring about fucking you the hardest you’ve ever been fucked. His hand pressed your neck into the brick, rendering you unable to move your head. In tandem with deep thrusts, he repeated, “stay. Fucking. Still.”

You obeyed.

You opened your eyes and spotted James, who was covering half of his face with his hand, breathing deeply to maintain self control. The eye contact only added to your arousal, because James’s eyes were trained on you so intensely that you almost couldn’t handle it.

Your hands explored Remus’s body, feeling muscles on his arms that you couldn’t see in the light of day on his relatively skinny frame. You pawed at his hips, involuntarily trying to push each thrust even further into you.

Sirius approached you two, his cock in hand as he gently stroked himself. “Let her off the wall.”

Remus, sweaty and losing breath, removed his lips from sucking your jawline to look at Sirius. “I’m fucking occupied.”

“Let her off the wall,” Sirius repeated, “I didn’t say you had to stop fucking her.”

Remus dipped his head into the crook of your neck. “I fucking hate you,” he said, directed as Sirius, but he remembered the terms he agreed to, and knew he was hogging you. So he moved his hands to your thighs again, and stepped backward from the building, his cock still in you.

The shifting of his hips as he moved was causing stimulation without Remus even trying.

Remus turned so that your back was to Sirius, and he resumed fucking you, slower this time. His arms moved you slightly up and down to aid in his thrusts, his hips moving the best he could without you pressed against the wall.

Sirius pressed your back against his chest, his head dipping into the crook of your neck as he began to kiss your shoulder, your neck, and your jawline, until he turned your head sideways and kissed you.

You allowed your body to fall into him, Remus’s thrusts causing you to jerk upward every few seconds. Sirius fought to hold your head against his, but honestly you moving due to getting fucked only made him harder.

“You ever done this back here before?” Sirius whispered to you.

“Mhm,” you responded, barely able to speak from how hard Remus was thrusting into you.

Sirius spit into his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock, preparing himself.

“Stop for a second,” Sirius told Remus.

“Fuck no,” Remus said, lost in pleasure.

“Stop for a second or this could hurt her, dumbass,” Sirius clarified.

Remus stopped thrusting and pressed his forehead to your collarbone, catching his breath for a second and trying to stay still until he could resume movement.

Sirius lined himself up, wrapping one hand around your stomach, and using the other hand to hold your ass up as he slowly pushed himself into your ass.

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to take his time stretching you.

“Would you fucking hurry up?” Remus snapped, clearly annoyed.

“You can wait 10 more seconds,” Sirius replied, trying to focus on restraint.

“Shouldn’t have to, selfish fuck.”

“I’m selfish? Who just stood here fucking her without me or James getting-“

“Just fucking get to it,” Remus was losing control by the second.

“That’s what I’m doing, thank you very much.”

“It’s just like you to be cocky while you’re literally sticking your dick in-“

“Well maybe if you stopped fucking distracting me then I-“

“Would you two please shut up and fuck me?” you chimed in.

Sirius was finally bottomed out, and he tested the waters by thrusting only an inch or two at a time. Once he started a normal pace, Remus began his own relentless pace again, barely even acknowledging that Sirius was there.

When Remus thrusted in, jerking you backward, Sirius would take the opportunity to thrust forward as well, the two boys not having to move a ton because you were being tossed between their cocks, the movements giving you makeshift thrusts.

“James,” you said.

He perked up, somewhat shocked that you said his name while sandwiched between his two best friends.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to touch me,” you said.

Remus and Sirius both looked up to acknowledge what was happening, but ended up looking up directly at each other.

They stayed watching each other for a moment, their breaths staggered and their faces glistening from sweat.

Sirius reached past you and grabbed the back of Remus’s head, pulling him in.

Sirius and Remus’s lips collided directly next to you, and the sight of them kissing as they both fucked you almost did you in.

Almost. James approached your other side, not daring to interrupt the hotness of the kiss, and he placed his own soft kiss on your temple.

“You want me to touch you?” he teased.

“Please, Jamie,” you were not above pleading to get what you want.

James ran his hand down your body, which was still bouncing up and down, slowly dragging between your breast area and down your stomach. He stilled just under your skirt’s waistband.

“Ask me for it again,” James said.

“Please touch me, James, I need it so bad.”

His hand moved lower.

“How bad? You need me to make you come?”

“I need it, I wanna come, please Jamie, please.”

“Atta girl,” he said.

He kissed you as he began circling your clit with his finger. You moaned into the kiss, garnering the attention of Sirius and Remus, who breathily pulled away from one another to watch your body react to now being touched.

You leaned back against Sirius, your moans escalating in both frequency and volume.

“Oh m- fuck, I’m gonna come,” you moaned.

Sirius and Remus both began to fuck you harder, but you stopped them quickly.

“No, no, do what you were doing,” you said, “don’t escalate. Fuck me like you were.”

The boys both resumed their previous pace, and you felt the knot begin to form in your stomach.

James applied a slight bit more pressure to your clit, and you knew you were in for it.

“I’m coming, I-“

You came hard, your wetness completely coating Remus’s cock as your orgasm washed over you. It was so intense, likely from your body not being used to men making you come like this, that your legs started to shake. You would have fallen if it weren’t for two boys holding you between them.

James gradually slowed his hand down, kissing you through the orgasm to help calm you down.

Remus couldn’t help himself but join you. He hit your cervix with three brutal thrusts as he allowed himself to come, his head resting on your shoulder as he took a breath.

After you and Remus had calmed down, Sirius pulled out of you, allowing Remus to place you down. You stayed clinging onto Remus, not convinced that your legs would work after being hoisted up for so long.

Sirius had already taken a step back to finish himself off, roaring lowly as he came and painted a brick on the wall white.

That left James, who looked completely pleased and content.

“You didn’t-“

“Oh, I did,” James said, looking down.

You spotted the wet patch between his legs, and realized that James came without any stimulation of his own, but just from watching all of you and doing to you what he did.

Remus finally pulled out of you, stepping back from you and running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.”

After a few minutes of everyone resetting and catching their breath, it was Sirius who finally asked, “so? Who won?”

“Clearly me,” James said, “she asked me to touch her, and that’s what did her in.”

“I’m sorry, whose cock was hitting her g-spot?” Remus smiled.

“It was the DP that did it, obviously, idiots,” Sirius defended himself.

They all turned to you.

“Tie.”

“No no no, it’s not a fucking tie,” Sirius said, walking back over to you, “which one of us did it for you? You have to pick one.”

“No I don’t,” you shrugged.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t, Sirius,” you said, “I’m allowed to decide it’s a tie. I’m not in your little competition, I don’t have to follow any rules. It’s a tie.”

“But-“

“You were all fucking me at the same time, what did you expect?”

“So- so who gets whatever the winner gets, then?” James asked.

“All of you, I guess.”

“Yeah? And what do we all get?” Remus asked.

“Well, you all just came, so I guess you gotta wait,” you responded.

James raised his brows. “The prize is a blowjob? From you?”

“Yeah,” you said, “as many as you want, whatever you want with me, whenever you want, yeah.”

Remus smirked. Sirius chuckled and smiled wide, and James was still in disbelief.

“I haven’t come that hard in months,” Remus said.

Alicent Hightower vowed she was done having children the moment you exited her womb. After years of nothing but pregnancy and pain, she had provided an heir, and provided daughters for wealthy houses to wed their incompetent sons to. She was done. You were the finale.

Her eldest, Aegon, never cared about the births of his other siblings, least of all his brother. However, by some cruel twist of fate, he felt drawn to you. He watched the King’s Guard carry a newborn you through the Red Keep to be bathed and tended to, and he found his feet following along, despite their still-developing ability to work properly.

In your youngest years, Aegon kept an eye out. Still too young to bother with emotion, he continued to be the bratty, unsatisfied youth he was to his mother and other kinship. His father disregarded any opportunity to teach him the ways of the King, leaving Aegon’s unruliness in his mother’s tired hands.

By your teenage years, Aegon only merely pretended to be distant. He exemplified the disdain he so truly held toward his other siblings in public, but he could not pretend with you in private. He would express his fears and woes about his eventual duty to rule, and you would listen with a care that he so solemnly received.

He would sneak into your room in the late hours of the night, knocking three times to signal his presence.

Then, as they always do, the hormones hit. Aegon, starting at age seventeen, and seemingly never stopping, became uncontrollable.

“He’s a raging sex addict,” Aemond would argue, “you must know that.”

“It is all cruel gossip,” you would say, shaking his comment off, though you were lying to your own mind more than Aemond’s. You knew of the whispers regarding the eldest Hightower son: they were inescapable.

For Aegon, what was inescapable was you.

You plagued his every thought. Each time you graced his presence, Aegon found himself having to take silent deep breaths to keep his composure.

In the early days of a brewing familial war, you were the one truly pure thing left in his life, and he would rather die at his own hand than taint you.

You were innocent and pure, still holding a curiosity and wonder for the world that he lost so long ago. Though he knew it could not be retained, he admired it so, and often allowed himself to pretend to see the world just as you did, but only when he was with you.

For years, when his mind became too loud, such as when someone on the streets of the Red Keep would attempt to touch you and Aegon had no choice but to draw his sword in raging anger, there was only one outlet. However, you were much too pure for this outlet. He would not ruin you. Only his whores.

Therefore, Aegon found himself here often.

“Your usual room, Your Grace?”

Aegon nonchalantly threw a sack of coins on the wood separating him from the Madame. “Always.”

The Madame gestures in the direction of the suite furthest to his right, the only room with no windows, and the only room with red velvet curtains to help drown out the sounds of the rest of the brothel.

Aegon had his usuals. In order to try to preserve any semblance of a familial reputation, Aemond took special care in selecting a group of women to service Aegon, that way he wasn’t disrespecting the mouth of every woman in King’s Landing.

“Your Grace,” Liyana said, closing the curtains behind her as she entered the suite.

Aegon had asked to be called Your Grace. Sometimes My Lord was acceptable. Never Aegon. That was much too personal.

“Liyana,” Aegon replied, sitting up on the mattress with his back against the wall behind him.

“What plagues you this night, Your Grace?” she asked, beginning to crawl on all fours between Aegon’s spread legs.

“She reached womanhood today, don’t you know?” Aegon said, running his fingers through his unruly hair, “we had a whole celebration. My eighteenth birthday was not as quite as lavish. The Queen must have wanted to make her final child’s adulthood celebration quite extravagant, being that it is the last one and all.”

“This is in reference to your youngest sister?” Liyana asked, already knowing the answer.

Aegon furrowed his brows, suddenly annoyed with the woman pulling down his trousers. “Of course it is, who else?” He rolled his eyes and let her continue her work. He also continued speaking, “and they had her in this ridiculous green dress, you know, the velvet Helaena always insists on wearing. Absolutely ridiculous.”

“You don’t seem to truly believe it was ridiculous, Your Grace,” Liyana said, holding Aegon’s leaking and already hard cock in her hand.

He threw his head back against the wall as Liyana began stroking his cock with her hand. “They put a crown on her head as well,” he said, “and the neckline… a travesty. Much too low, and I’m sure you’d agree had you seen it. Now that she’s a woman, my mother is content to parade her around the marriage market like a fresh piece of mutton.”

“Sometimes the men here mention that she has rather lovely breasts,” Liyana said casually.

Aegon shot her a look, but could not deny the twitch from his cock. “Other men speak of her?”

“Not often,” Liyana said, “but you are not my first customer tonight that was in attendance of her day of birth celebration.”

Aegon sat up a bit more, forcing Liyana to adjust herself to still comfortably stroke Aegon’s cock. “And men who have come here tonight, who saw her in that dress, spoke of her breasts?”

“As you said, My Lord, was that not your mother’s intent? To catch the eye of a lord?”

Aegon could do nothing but sigh.

Now that he was silent, Liyana wrapped her lips around Aegon’s cock and began to bob her head.

“Shit,” Aegon whined, closing his eyes and allowing Liyana to work him the way she knew to. His thoughts could not quiet, and each time he attempted to focus on the pleasure, his mind’s eye shifted back to you in the single most revealing dress he’d ever seen you in. He wondered what you were doing now.

Perhaps you were dancing with the lords who wished to court you. Perhaps you were conversing with Aemond, the only person who could match your intellect.

Or, just perhaps, you were thinking of Aegon just as he was you. Perhaps your hand traveled between your nearly exposed breasts, down the curves of your stomach, between your legs, your mind focused on Aegon the way his was on you. Perhaps you whimpered his name as you rubbed circles against yourself, the crown on your head falling onto your pillow as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Aegon moaned as his seed shot to the back of Liyana’s throat. She remained in place until he instructed her to move, giving her an extra sum of coins and allowing her to leave the suite as he reconstructed his public appearance.

When he returned to the Keep, he was surprised to find you still awake, and wandering unattended.

“Surely you know you cannot be out here unattended on your special day,” Aegon said with blatant sarcasm, leaning against the center tree of the courtyard.

You held your cup to your lips, taking another sip before saying, “I dare them to try to keep me down.”

Aegon almost allowed himself to smile. “Criston didn’t notice you depart?”

You furrowed your brows. “Criston doesn’t notice me,” you said, your words slurring, making it obvious to Aegon that you were the drunkest you’d ever been, “apparently some men do, however. That was made clear tonight.” You took another sip.

“You’re drunk,” Aegon stated.

“And I thought dear Aemond was the smart one.”

“Did you enjoy having men noticing you?” Aegon asked, catching you off guard.

You halted for a moment. “Where did you go?” you changed the subject.

“How do you even know I left? With the way you’re speaking and moving, I’d guess you’ve been drunk for quite a while now. Maybe you just didn’t notice me in there.”

“Well,” you started, struggling to sound coherent, “for one, you’re out here, and you were out here first. Second, I always notice you. And third, I am not drunk.”

That got a visible smirk from Aegon. As you went to take another sip, he reached for the cup. “Alright, that’s enough.”

“I am an adult now, Aeg, I can drink as I so please.”

“And you have done so,” Aegon said, trying to ignore the sweetness of the nickname you only used occasionally, “c’mon. Give me the cup.”

“Or what, hm?” you said, taunting him by swaying the cup around.

“Give me the-“

“Come and get it,” you giggled, beginning to back up.

“Do not start ru-“

You took off running without a second thought.

Eventually, as those who are inebriated tend to do, you tripped and fell. You immediately rolled over and began laughing, cup still in hand, but the alcohol spilled entirely among the soil.

Aegon stood above you when he caught up to you.

“You can have the cup now,” you laughed.

“How thoughtful,” he said, but instead of reaching for you, he joined you on the ground, laying beside you and gazing upward toward the stars in silence.

“I’m sorry I drank without you there,” you said.

“It’s alright,” Aegon replied.

“I’ve never drank before.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Are you upset with me?”

Aegon smiled to himself. “How could I ever be upset with you?”

You and Aegon then woke up to the sound of metal armor clanking in your direction.

The sunlight was blinding as you opened your eyes, the sound of metal and bird chirping combined deafening your pounding skull.

Aegon blinked his eyes open as well, unable to comprehend that you just have fallen asleep outside in the courtyard before guards hoisted you both up.

“Your mother has made herself ill with worry,” Criston scolded you rather loudly.

“Please, I beg of you, keep it down,” you pleaded.

Aegon and his guards were already halfway through the courtyard, leaving you alone with Criston.

“Do you know what could have happened to you, unguarded out here?”

“I had Aegon,” you argued.

“That’s hardly relevant.”

“What do you think could have happened in the center of the Red Keep, Criston? Tell me.”

Criston finally lowered his voice. “Do you know the shame it would bring on your family, on your mother, had I found you out here with any man apart from your own blood?”

You squinted in the light, furrowing your brows even further. “What matter does that?”

Criston took a deep breath. “She feared you’d ran off and been deflowered, My Lady.”

Your head was pounding much too hard to battle with Criston's words.

"That is ridiculous, no one gave me flowers," you responded.

Criston scoffed. "You cannot truly be so naive."

"I know you mean my purity," you replied, "I just do not understand any of it."

Criston sighed. "Well, luckily for me, teaching that is not included in my oath. Let's go," he said, pulling you along to your chambers.

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"Aeg?"

The nickname spoken so gently through the slim crack in his bedroom door was enough to divert all of his attention. "Come in," he replied.

You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, halting all movement the moment the wood rested.

"Need something?" Aegon asked.

"I wanted to ask you some questions, if your time permits it," you answered.

Aegon gestured toward the sofa in front of his fireplace, the liquid in the cup resting between two fingers sloshing back and forth from the movement.

You made yourself comfortable, accepting your own cup from Aegon's hands as he sat down next to you, sure to face you.

"What plagues you?" he asked.

You took a sip of wine. "Aegon, I'm sure you're aware that you have somewhat of a reputation, especially around King's Landing."

"Yes, for my boyish good lucks and irresistible charm, yes, go on."

You chuckled. "In a way, surely. I know you know to what I refer."

Aegon shifted his legs beneath him. "Do I?'

You sighed and tilted your head, giving him a look. "I refer to your sexual escapades, Aegon."

Aegon hid his smirk with another sip of his wine. "Alright."

Luckily, of all people in the world, this was the one person you trusted. So, despite the sensitive subject matter, you saw no reason to be ashamed to speak.

"I've begun to take note of things, notice things, learn things," you said, "things I hadn't noticed previously. I wish to know more. Your reputation precedes you, Aegon, so naturally you must be the expert on the matter."

"Of what subject do you speak, exactly?"

"Sex, Aegon."

Aegon took a deep breath and contemplatively gazed toward the fire. When he finally turned back toward you, he said, "you wish to question me about sex?"

"Yes."

"Y/N, I adore you, you know that. But we cannot have this conversation."

Aegon then abruptly set his wine down on his end table and stood up, turning to walk behind the sofa and continue flipping through the parchment laid out on his desk upon your moment of entry to his chambers.

You remained seated, but turned toward the back of the sofa. "And why not?"

Aegon did not look up from his parchment. "No, Y/N."

You scoffed. "I see no justifiable reason as to why you would not help me with this."

"You are not asking me for help, you are asking me for information. Information that I cannot give you. Go ask Aemond if you are truly so curious."

You raised your eyebrows. "I do not trust Aemond the way I trust you."

Aegon set the parchment down and threw his head slightly back, sighing as he looked in your direction. "I do not know what you expect from me."

"I expect you to always be truthful with me, Aegon."

"I am being truthful."

"You're guarding the truth!"

Aegon groaned. "And what truth do you wish to learn, hm? Do you wish to hear me say that I spend my nights fucking whores? What do you truly wish to know, Y/N?"

It was your turn to sigh. "I am no longer a child, Aegon."

That was the point.

Aegon didn't necessarily want you to stay young, but he wanted you to stay pure. This conversation could so easily and seamlessly ruin it.

"Please do not ask this of me," Aegon asked, "this is something you do not have to even conceptualize until you are betrothed."

"Surely that will be much too far away for my curiosity to hold."

Aegon raised his brows as he poured himself another cup. "With the way mother paraded you around on your day of birth, I would doubt that."

The thought made you somewhat uncomfortable. "I do not wish to talk about marriage, Aegon, I want to talk about sex."

"No."

"No?"

"As I said," Aegon repeated, "we are not having this conversation. Do not worry about sex. You have no reason to."

"Aegon, please. You're the only person I trust."

Aegon rested his palms against his desk and bowed his head. "Surely that is not true."

"I cannot ask these things of anyone else. I do not wish to," you spoke.

Aegon stood swaying back and forth against the desk, silent as you anticipated his next words. You found yourself thoroughly disappointed when he simply said, "goodnight, Y/N," and walked into his washroom.

However, you did not exit. You sipped your wine and watched the fire dance as you waited for Aegon to return back to his bedroom.

When he did, he halted in the doorway from the washroom, clearly amused that you had not left.

Aegon slumped back onto the sofa in defeat. "Talk to me."

"You know much about sex, yes?" you asked.

"Mhm."

"Teach me."

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me about sex, Aegon. Explain it to me."

Aegon took the cup from your hand and finished the liquid for you. "What do you already know?"

"I know that sexual intercourse produces children."

Aegon stared blankly at you as if he expected you to continue speaking. "That's it?"

"How much more can there possibly be?"

Aegon reminded himself every three seconds to maintain his composure, utilizing deep breaths to hold himself down to earth.

"Have you ever, perhaps in your chambers at night, explored your body? Particularly between your legs?"

"No, not particularly."

"Well, you've had quite a few bloods by now, I'm sure."

"You know this, Aegon, you make fun of me constantly."

Aegon smiled. "Because it makes you blush so deeply. But that area, where that blood comes from, is where a man enters you."

Your brows shot upward. "A man enters me?"

"Have you ever seen between a man's legs?"

You thought about it genuinely. "No."

Aegon bowed his head. "Well, a man has this between his legs. This fills the hole between your legs and gifts you pleasure. Now, I'm going to show you, but you have to promise not to touch. You have to promise to keep space."

You weren't exactly sure why, but you agreed nevertheless.

Aegon stood, the light from the fireplace generating an orange and yellow outline around his body as he exposed himself just enough to allow you to see the full muscle protruding from his flesh.

"Oh."

Aegon's dick was throbbing against his stomach, but you wouldn't have known the difference anyway, so you took no note of it.

"And this," you said, Aegon tensing as you moved forward on the sofa to get slightly closer, "this is what you use to pleasure women?"

"Oh, I use much more than just this," he said, covering himself back up and taking his place back on the sofa.

"Much more, such as what?"

"This is impossible to try to explain."

'Then show me."

Aegon cleared his throat. "I should not."

"Please, Aegon, you're the only one I trust. I know you can show me the truth. I want you to. Please."

"I-"

You waited for him to give you another reason as to why he could not help you, but he did not.

"Lean backward and open your legs."

You did as you were told without a second thought.

"I'm going to show you what you deserve," Aegon said, kneeling between your legs, "because you deserve nothing but the most absolute pleasure a man can give you. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"You tell me stop should you want me to, alright? And you settle for nothing less than what I'm about to give you."

"I understand."

"Remove your small clothes."

Once again, you did as you were told.

"All of this can bring you pleasure," he explained, referring to the entirety of the space between your legs, "if you know how to."

Aegon began to run a gentle finger between your folds, softly rubbing your clit, and causing a long sigh to escape from your lips.

"You can rub this soft or hard, fast or slow, whatever you prefer. Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Aegon."

Aegon moved from gentle strokes to circles, which felt even better.

"That feels nice," you spoke through shaking breaths.

"Good. Now remember where I said a man enters you? That's here," Aegon said, moving his finger down to your entrance.

Your breathing was even heavier now, and you did not even realize until you tried to speak. "What does it feel like when he enters me?" you asked.

"Like this," Aegon said, slowly pushing his finger inside of you.

Your neck tilted backward and your lips parted, the feeling bringing you pleasure that you'd never felt before.

You could not see Aegon staring up at you from between your legs, enjoying the show displayed in front of him. You were too lost in the newness between your legs, and your eyes remained close to allow your mind to focus on the pleasure.

Aegon began to move his finger in and out of you, mimicking the pumping of a cock. You were unprepared, and you nearly squealed at the feeling, leaning up and quickly grabbing Aegon's wrist.

"Relax, darling, trust me."

And you did. So you settled back down and let him continue. Once you adjusted to the feeling of his finger moving, you understood where the pleasure came from. It felt good.

Aegon lifted his knees and transitioned to a stand, his finger still inside of you as his body hovered over your frame. You opened your eyes when you felt his hair against the tip of your nose. His face had never been this close to yours.

"Hi," you said.

Aegon smiled. "Hi," he mimicked, leaning down and kissing you without a moment's notice.

You had seen people kiss before, so that much you knew about, though you'd never done it. It felt so seamless and easy, as though maybe it was the easiest part of intimacy. Maybe it was just Aegon.

Your lips moved in sync with Aegon's in a way you could not describe if you tried. He was the person you trusted the most in the world, and you knew that you were that for him as well. Your mutual love and understanding made everything feel right.

Aegon's lips left yours and his kisses traveled down your jawline and to your neck, focusing on a sensitive spot just below your earlobe. As he focused on that spot, the finger inside of you began to move quicker and quicker.

Moans escaped your lips without intention. You could not help it.

"I- can't stop making noises," you nearly whispered.

"That's a good thing," Aegon assured you.

Aegon stood upward, his finger still moving inside of you, and his other hand rested between your breasts.

"Unclothe yourself."

You removed all clothing on the top half of your body, fighting to keep your hips still so as not to mess up the pleasure Aegon was giving you with his hand.

"These deserve attention as well," Aegon said, running a hand over one breast and cupping the flesh, his thumb running over your nipple.

You shuddered at the feeling, and Aegon focused on the contortions of your facial features as he repeated his actions to your other breast. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around them.

He dipped down to kiss your neck again. The hand that was not between your legs found its way there, and he began to rub the soft circles against you again as his other hand entered and left you in repetition.

"Aegon, something feels..."

"Relax, angel, just feel."

The calmness of his voice told you that you had nothing to worry about. The feeling between your legs became even more and more overwhelming, and you found yourself involuntarily trying to squirm away from Aegon, but you couldn't.

“Aegon-“

“My name sounds so pretty when you say it all breathy like that,” Aegon said, the finger inside of you pumping as fast as it possibly could. It was taking everything in him not to come, so he focused on making you come instead.

“Aegon, Aegon, something-“

Aegon shushed you by kissing you, knowing that you would involuntarily block yourself from releasing without even knowing, just due to your overthinking of the situation. That was true, but it was also just Aegon’s excuse to kiss you again. That’s how he rationalized it in his head.

When your release hit, you felt the most overwhelming sensation of pleasure, your lungs finally granting you a deep breath as your legs shook and settled down onto the sofa.

When your heavy eyelids blinked open, Aegon was still directly above you. “What-“

“That is the point of sex,” Aegon explained, “pleasure. It’s that feeling, again and again and again.”

“Wow,” you said, the heaving of your chest calming down more and more with each passing second.

“That was sex, then.”

Aegon laughed. He actually audibly laughed. “No, Y/N, that was not sex. That was just me touching you. We’re barely scratched the surface.”

“So teach me the next thing there is to know,” you insisted, craving more.

“You should rest,” Aegon said, running his fingers through his subtly sweaty hair.

“Aegon.”

Aegon raised his brows in response.

“If I have more to learn, then teach me.”

It was nearly impossible to say no, but Aegon could maintain self control in front of you. In fact, he was a master of it. “Go to sleep, darling. If you have more questions, ask them at another time. It’s late and you’ll be tired come morning.”

────── ☾ ──────

Something broke inside of Aegon last night. A wall, perhaps. Cracks in the foundation of his sanity, which was already fleeting.

It was more than just lust. Evidently lust was involved, but Aegon had learned quite the lesson last night that lust increased with love. Emotional connectivity added to the foundation of your relationship, and made sex more than sex. He knew that if you were to truly have sex, it would not be having sex. It would be making love.

The thought terrified him. He was not the type of person that experienced love or yearning. But what could he do when you came to him other than say yes? What kind of person would he be to you if he didn’t help you when you needed it? He deemed that to be much too cruel. It would be rude not to teach you something only he could. That’s what older brothers are there for, after all.

You, on the other hand, became ravenous for touch. What Aegon had showed you last night opened your eyes to a whole new world. You weren’t sure how it could possibly get much better, but you knew that there was one person who could show you if it could.

“I just cannot see how anything bigger could fit! I felt it all around, it was not like there was much room or empty space! And what you showed me you have down there, my, Aegon, that is much too big to possibly work!”

“So much left to learn,” Aegon tsked.

“Is it not painful?”

Aegon contemplated for a moment, carefully choosing his words. “it can be, particularly the first time. Once you’ve done it, though, so long as the man knows how to properly please you, it should not hurt.”

“What do you mean? What if he cannot properly please me?”

“It may hurt if you are not sufficiently wet.”

You blinked several times as you stared at Aegon. “Wet?”

“Mhm.”

“Such as in the rain?”

Aegon bowed his head and smiled before speaking. “No, darling, the wetness between your legs. It’s arousal. It happens when you are attracted to a man.”

So that is what that was.

You felt the rush between your legs with Aegon frequently, and would often check in the washroom for your blood, but would only find wet small clothes or a slightly white substance, but never blood.

You saw no shame in your next choice of words. “I oftentimes experience that when I am with you.”

Aegon took a deep breath, his breath outward so intense that it elicited a low growl from his throat. It only made your desire more intense.

“Please, Aeg, teach me more. Show me how what is between your legs reacts with what is between mine.”

Aegon did not have the bandwidth to even pretend like he contemplated resisting.

He immediately hovered over you, kissing you as he did before, but with a little more passion this time around. After a few moments, he forced himself to disconnect, and said, “this will be much more comfortable in bed.”

You did not have to ask. You stood and walked over to Aegon’s large bed, adorned with silk red sheets, and awaited further instruction.

“Get on it,” Aegon instructed, partially demanding, partially amused.

You sat back on the sheets. As Aegon approached and stood in front of you, you preemptively parted your legs, and the sight made Aegon’s cock twitch.

Aegon resumed kissing you, but you had questions.

“Aegon- A- Aegon- Aegon I have a question,” you stopped him.

“Yes, darling, what is it?”

Your eyes drifted down his torso to the space between his legs, then back up to his eyes again, eyes that were still transfixed on your own. “How do you make that feel good?”

Aegon smiled. “My cock?”

You swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Aegon pressed his forehead gently against yours, fighting with every cell of his being to control his breathing as he began to hand his breeches and drop everything around his waist to the floor, leaving his cock exposed between your thighs.

He then laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he guided it toward the appendage, manipulating your fingers until you were holding his cock in your hand.

Through shaky breaths and self-controlling swallows, Aegon spoke, “now move your hand up and down. Gently, don’t squeeze too hard.”

You began to do as he told you, trusting him as you slowly stroked him. The grip felt awkward, so you adjusted your wrist to a more comfortable position, allowing you to stroke him slightly faster.

His forehead pressed further against yours, his eyes fighting to remain open as his lips parted and his breathing became erratic.

You looked up into his eyes, and when his met yours, you felt the muscle in your hand pulse.

“Is this it?” you questioned.

“The rest can wait, you can stop.” Aegon knew that he could come prematurely if you continued any longer.

You immediately stopped, worried you were making him uncomfortable or doing something wrong.

“The way you felt when I touched you, the rush you felt at the end, that’s how I would have felt if you continued to touch me,” Aegon explained, “and the wetness that would leave my cock, when released inside of you, that is what produces an heir.”

“I do not know if I understand,” you admitted.

Aegon sighed. “I can explain it further, but first, do you want to know how it feels to have me inside of you?”

Aegon was so grateful for your head nod of “yes.”

“Lay back, get yourself comfortable,” Aegon said.

You did, and Aegon crawled over you, hovering directly above your frame with a hand between his legs, gently doing to himself what he just had you doing to him.

“Are you-“

“Just preparing myself,” he said, “you tell me when you are ready.”

“Please show me, Aegon.”

As Aegon moved to position the head of his cock with your entrance, you stilled. “Wait.”

Aegon’s vision snapped upward to your face. “Are you alright?”

“I must admit to my nerves,” you replied.

“We do not have to.”

“Could you possibly kiss me again?”

The question made Aegon want to cry. His perfect, innocent girl asking to be kissed through her first time. The sheer trust, intimacy, and love in that question broke something inside of Aegon.

Rather than verbally responding, Aegon leaned down and connected your lips, keeping the kiss gentle as he, skillfully without looking, positioned himself at your entrance and began to insert the tip inside.

You gasped, but when Aegon tried to pull back to check in on you, you wrapped your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and brought him back to you, keeping the kiss in motion.

Aegon had no problem with that.

He continued to push into you as slowly as he could restrain himself to, until he was fully inside, still and unmoving as he waited for you to signal further readiness. He was honestly content to feel you wrapped around him as his tongue danced against yours.

However, you did not know to signal readiness. He was in you. This was sex. What more was there?

After several minutes, Aegon finally pulled away. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, it feels nice,” you responded.

“Are you prepared for me to move?” he asked.

“Oh,” you said, “I didn’t realize… yes, you can move.” You were not entirely sure what that meant, but you assumed it just meant moving in and out. You were correct, and happily so,

As Aegon began pumping in and out of you, both of your breaths heavy and staggered, you began to moan again, unable to control the noises escaping your throat.

Aegon began to gradually move faster, seemingly inserting himself deeper within you with each pump inward. You weren’t sure how that was possible, but after several minutes, you began to feel the tip of his cock deep enough in you that you were overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure again.

“You can tell me to stop whenever,” Aegon reminded you as he used his thumb to caress your face, then tracing his fingers down your throat, your chest, your stomach, between your legs-

Aegon began to apply gentle pressure to your clit, rubbing soft circles the way he did during your first sexual interaction with him, except this was coupled with his penetration, which only heightened the pleasure.

“Aeg, Aeg, I-“

“Fuck keep calling me that.” Aegon spoke to request so fast, having spent so much time fighting not to speak or moan so as not to overwhelm or stress you, and it was like the moment he began speaking, the dam broke.

“Aeg,” you whimpered.

“You sound so pretty,” Aegon whispered in your ear, “does that feel good? Yeah? No one’s ever touched you like this, huh? You needed me and me only to show you how good you can feel, hm?”

You cried out as he fucked you harder, his restraint fully leaving his body as he gripped your hips and began to fuck into you fast and hard.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praised.

“It feels so good, thank you Aegon,” you moaned, “thank you.”

Aegon groaned. “I need you to come for me, darling.”

It hit you without warning.

Aegon waited until you were beginning to calm down to come, pulling himself out of you and releasing onto the bedsheets next to you.

“That is what becomes a child?” you asked, dumbfounded as you looked at the mess of white next to your hip.

Aegon began laughing, a genuine laugh that you rarely heard from him. A laugh so genuine that he actually collapsed on top of you, encapsulating you in a hug as he laughed.

“I’m serious!”

Aegon forced his top half upward so he could see you properly. “You feel good?”

“So good,” you confirmed.

Aegon flopped beside you, holding his head up with one arm as he looked at you. “The opportunity to control your safety may be the one positive of being King.”

“Surely there is more to it than that,” you said.

“Maybe. But this war is inevitable. The tension that brews between myself and Rhaenyra grows by the day and I cannot control or halt it. I think as long as she cannot touch you, I may be okay.”

You gave him a sweet smile. “Aegon.”

Aegon leaned to kiss your forehead before laying out and closing his eyes.

────── ☾ ──────

“Aegon?”

It was unusual for you to check in on him this early in the morning, but you were bored, and desperate to escape your mother’s constant line of questioning on the Lords of Westeros.

You did not spot him in his clean, sun-lit chambers, but you could faintly hear the rush of water from his washroom.

As you quietly looked through the threshold, you spotted a naked Aegon lowering himself into a freshly prepared bath, his handmaidens nowhere to be seen.

You could not help but stare as he leaned the back of his head against the white tile of the bath, his eyes closing as he sighed and his muscles loosened in the warm water.

After several moments, fleeting but feeling like hours, Aegon, eyes still closed, unmoving, said, “enjoying the show?”

You nearly choked, forcing yourself to speak. “My apologies, I-“ and your sentence died in your throat.

“Do not apologize,” Aegon said, “I do not mind.”

Encounters such as that became commonplace between you and Aegon. Your body was no longer something to hide from him, but rather something you wanted him to see, and something you wanted him to touch. Your sexuality became him.

Your feelings toward him swelled through each interaction, the closeness of your bodies only bringing the closeness of your hearts to the forefront of your minds.

Aegon, on top of you, cock inside of you, whimpering in your ear, let those very thoughts slip. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

For a moment you thought that you misheard him because he continued fucking you, but eventually he stilled himself and hid his face in your shoulder.

He did not move. He did not speak.

“I apologize,” he broke, “I care for you deeply. You know this. But I did not mean to… fuck.”

“Aegon, I think it is clear that our hearts are connected,” you said, “beyond our siblingship.”

Aegon searched your eyes for any semblance that he overstepped.

“Though I would hope the things you say are true, instead of just pretty thoughts in moments of pleasure,” you continued.

“It is not,” Aegon said, leaning down and kissing your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, “it is not.”

He began moving inside of you again, more passionate this time. “It is true,” he said, your whines and whimpers filling his ears, “it’s so true, Y\N, I love you, I love you, fuck.”

“Aeg-“

His own admission seemed to push him over the edge, his seed spilling out before he could stop it. Despite this, he continued to fuck into you.

“Aegon, you do not have to-“

“Sh, darling, not until you’re done.”

Aegon sucking at your neck pushed you over the edge, causing you to squeeze Aegon’s cock again, resulting in him shuddering.

Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck again, as if he was ashamed to speak on what he had said now that sexual pleasure wasn’t coupled with it.

“Aegon, are you alright?”

Aegon stayed in his spot and breathed, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“Aegon, you know I love you too.”

Apart from a few sporadic sniffles, Aegon did not speak for several minutes.

“Aegon?”

Aegon pushed himself upward on his forearms, just enough to see you and be above you again. “Yes, my love?”

That tugged at your heartstrings. “I like ‘my love.’”

“You will never know how special you are to me.”

“You are special to me too, Aegon,” you said, “there is a reason I only trusted you with my body. A reason I only asked you. I only trust you. You are my person, Aeg.”

“As you are mine.”

Aegon leaned down and kissed you again.

────── ☾ ──────

The council meeting carried a certain weight in the air that was unusual, even given the circumstances of the war. Aegon hoped someone other than him would be the first to name it.

Unfortunately, his mother was the one to name it. “We received correspondence from the Reds.”

Aegon snapped his head toward his mother. “You did not think this relevant at the beginning of this meeting?”

“I knew we would not get much done if I had, Aegon, please maintain your head.”

Aegon, already annoyed with his mother, sighed and allowed her to continue.

“Rhaenyra wishes to marry Jacaerys off,” Alicent said.

Aegon threw his hands up, bored. “And?”

“To Y/N.”

Both Aegon and Aemond stiffened.

“She cannot be serious,” Aemond said.

Aegon stiffened and attempted to control his breathing as to not cause an outburst.

“She wishes to marry our children as a way to usher peace within the family, and as an attempt to win the war.”

“No.”

“Aegon-“

“No,” Aegon repeated. “No.”

“I actually think that this may-“

“No.”

“Is there a reason for your immediate denial of this, Aegon? Something worth sharing?” Alicent questioned her son.

Aegon huffed through his nose. “I am King, and I said no. Is that not sufficient?”

“If there is something you wish to say, Aegon, do so here. We all know you and your sister have always had a special relationship. Tell us, son, is there something beyond that that we should know?”

“Of course not,” Aegon forced himself to calm down, “but this is clearly a trap. And Y/N is not some piece of meat to be sold. No.”

“Your nephew is a perfectly nice young man, despite his parentage-“

“You cannot seriously be considering this,” Aegon said, turning toward his brother, “Aemond, you must agree this is insanity.”

“It does seem rather untoward of that side,” Aemond said, “and I’m inclined to not trust it. However, this could be more beneficial for us than Rhaenyra realizes.”

Aegon threw his hands up again. “How?”

“Our side already has you on the throne, and an heir from her eldest would solidify-“

“No one said anything about an heir.”

“What else would this marriage be for?” Aemond said, “that would give us a foothold on both sides of his war. There are much worse options for our sister than Jacaerys.”

“She will never agree to it.”

“It is not her choice,” Alicent reminded, “it is up to me. It is up to us. We shall inform Rhaenyra that Y/N has accepted Jacaerys.”

“I’m telling you, mother, she will not approve of this.”

“It does not matter if she is pleased with the arrangement,” Aemond chimed back in, “so long as Jacaerys and Rhaenyra think she is. I do not care if she holds the same disdain for the Reds that we do in private. In public, she will support Jacaerys and convince the Reds that she is an agreeable wife. That is how we get our information. That is how we tip the scales.”

“So you would marry our sister off to the enemy just to use her? Do you truly care so little for her?” Aegon steamed.

“I care enough about her to acknowledge that this is the best way to keep her, and this entire kingdom, alive.”

Aegon refused to speak the entire remainder of the meeting.

────── ☾ ──────

“But I do not wish to marry Jacaerys,” you said.

Aegon, pacing back and forth in frustration in front of your seated frame, nodded. “I am aware.”

“I do not wish to be with anyone but you.”

“I do not wish for it either.”

“Then why-“

“Dearest mother has overtaken my opinion,” Aegon explained, “and the council intends to use this marriage as a means of gathering information.”

“I can see how they came to that conclusion-“

“I do not want us to stop what we are doing,” Aegon said, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his, “I do not want to lose you. I do not want anyone else to have you.”

“You do not have to,” you said, “you mentioned that Aemond said he does not care what I feel in private. What I feel is toward you. Let mother think we are nothing more than siblings, so long as we know it is not true. Let us fight this war, and let us win this war, and let us still be here with one another when it is over.”

What made one night stands so easy was that you never had to see the person again.

You had your fun, got your pleasure, and moved on. It was inconsequential. Though it was only occasional for you, it still happened, and it was the perfect send off to the heat of August, just before your studies resumed.

The night was out of your head the moment your eyes opened the next morning. Heading back to Hogwarts was always wonderful, a home away from home, despite the news that they would no longer separate classes by house, but rather only by year.

Each classroom was filled with swarms of unrecognizable faces in red, blue, and green robes that you were unaccustomed to seeing during lectures. You mentally prepared yourself for potions, knowing your year’s professor loved to set the classes up in pairs for entire semesters at a time.

So there you sat on your stool, head in one hand while a pen shook in the other as you read the semester syllabus, when someone slid onto the stool right next to you.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

You knew that voice.

You turned your head toward him, your eyes widening when you saw the freshly familiar black hair frame the sharp features of last night’s escapades.

“No way in hell,” you said, unable to comprehend that he was sitting next to you. This was a first.

“At least I know you weren’t lying about your age,” he smiled.

Your mind processed everything as quickly as it could, and you said what you decided to be the most pressing thing at that moment. “You need to move or he’s gonna pair us together.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” he taunted you.

You sighed. “Sirius, was it?”

He nodded yes.

“Well, Sirius, this professor likes to pair us off, and if he sees you sitting next to-“

“Potions, potions, potions!” your professor bellowed, beginning his introduction of what to expect from the oncoming year of potion work.

Of course, you were correct to assume he paired everyone together based on where they already were. If there was a table full of students in one house, he mixed them around the room a bit, but of course, Sirius sat next to you in red and yellow, distinguishing his Hogwarts house from your own, making a pairing all the more evident for your professor.

When the class came to an end, you began to collect your books without a glance in Sirius’s direction.

“Guess you’re gonna have to get used to me,” he said, winking as he walked away from you.

────── ☾ ──────

The next day you ran up the astronomy tower, nearly tardy for the first time ever due to a laundry mishap. One hand held the back of your skirt down as the other clutched your books, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you realized that the lights in the classroom were already off to accommodate for the projector.

“Cutting it close,” you heard to your right.

You sighed, your breathing heavy as you turned to Sirius. “Hush.”

“Sit down,” he said, patting onto the bench next to him.

You were so tired and anxious that you didn’t even think twice before taking the seat. You were content enough that you had made it before the start of the lecture. You didn’t have time to scope out a different seat.

“Are you usually rushing to class?” Sirius teased.

“Laundry mishap,” you explained, “couldn’t remember the right spells and the rest of my clothes got misplaced on the way here. I’m literally wearing my uniform from fifth year right now.”

Sirius’s eyes scanned your body, and took note of how high your skirt sat on your thighs. Your robe did wonders for covering your upper half, but as the fabric fell to the sides of your thighs, the sheer amount of leg skin being shown became painfully obvious.

“Yeah you are,” Sirius smiled.

You whipped your head toward him. “Don’t you dare,” you warned.

Sirius leaned closer to you, nearly whispering in your ear as he spoke, “oh, hun, dares are my favorite.”

Sirius lightly swept the tips of his fingers across the top of your thigh, and you gasped in surprise. Sirius grinned widely as he watched you blush like crazy.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

“Fuck me again,” Sirius whispered back.

“Excuse me?”

“Fuck me again,” Sirius repeated.

“And why should I do that?”

“Because you want to.”

You looked into his eyes and knew he was correct. The tall, dark, and handsome boy that had pulled you just mere nights before was still next to you, only now he was unavoidable. Now, you would have to face the consequences of your actions.

“We have an entire semester of being potions partners. I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” you said.

“Oh c’mon, we can’t be friends just because we fucked?”

You cocked an eyebrow toward him. “Is that what you want? You want to be friends?”

Sirius winked at you, “With a little extra included.”

You lowered your voice even more, and leaned to speak into his ear, “you were supposed to be a one-and-done, you know.”

“Yeah, so were you,” he replied, “but here we are.”

“Just because we had sex once doesn’t mean we have to have it again.”

"Okay."

You expected a little more resistance. "Okay?"

"Okay. I could probably get at least half the girls in here, I'm not gonna sit here and beg you for sex," Sirius said.

You were dumbfounded. He had you right where he wanted you. The truth was, you wanted him again. Your night with him was mind-blowing, and now interacting with him without sex, you were admittedly drawn to his charisma, which you'd decided was not just used to get girls into bed, as it had been used on you. That was just who he was.

He somehow knew all of that. He somehow knew that you wanted him again, and that all he had to do was pull away. It worked.

"No strings," you said.

The projector clicked on, and the room began to quiet down to mark the start of the class. "No strings," Sirius whispered in agreement, leaning away from you to pay attention to your professor.

You left the class as soon as it ended, not allowing Sirius any time to speak to you. You were left breathless in surprise when he caught up to you anyway.

"Bloody hell," you said, your back slamming into the closing door of a broom closet.

"Where you runnin' to?" Sirius smiled.

"It's the second day of classes, so class," you stated, matter-of-factly.

"You shouldn't run in that skirt," he replied, "unless you did it on purpose."

"Did what?"

Sirius made finger quotes to imply you were lying earlier as he said, "had a laundry mishap."

"I really did!" you protested, "if you wanna tell me the drying spell, I'd love to hear it."

Sirius bowed his head. "The house elves do the laundry, smartass, so why would I need to know that?"

You looked at him, dumbfounded. "Gryffindor has house elves do their laundry?"

Sirius smiled in amusement. "The entire castle. There's a laundry room and everything. Have you- you've been doing your own laundry with spells this entire time?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I must have missed the first year laundry debrief," you said, sarcastic.

"I hate to break it to you, but that was actually a thing."

You just stared at Sirius. "I'm terminating this conversation."

You moved to leave the broom closet, but Sirius placed his arm across the door, boxing you inside.

"We have class," you said.

"It's lunchtime," he said.

You weren't sure how to fight him. "So go eat lunch."

You almost watched in real time as Sirius's eyes darkened and his smile turned to a grin. "There's something else I'd rather eat."

You blushed, and there was no way to hide it. "Right now?"

"Don't wear tiny little skirts like that if you don't want me to tongue fuck you, smartass."

"I didn't wear this so that you'd tongue fuck me."

"Yet here we are," Sirius said, slowly sinking down to his knees.

You were mesmerized by him. You didn't stop him or protest, and you didn't want to. You simply just watched him kneel in front of you. He looked up at you and asked, "do you want me to stop?"

"No," you answered.

"Are you sure?"

"You're already on your knees, Sirius, don't start teasing me now."

Sirius smiled as he flicked your skirt up, giving him a full view of your underwear. You would ordinarily be self conscious, especially about the sheer size of your thighs, but he’d already fucked you, so you didn’t care. There was nothing to be embarrassed about unless you decided that there was.

He pushed your underwear to the side, taking one last look up at you as his face disappeared between your thighs.

You threw your head back at the feeling of his tongue on you, hard enough that there was a loud thud.

Sirius pulled away immediately and looked up at you, and you were just standing there laughing.

“Did you just hit your head?” he asked.

“Shut up,” you said.

Sirius giggled as he dove back in, lifting one of your legs and holding it over his shoulder, which allowed him easier access to your core.

Your hands instinctively shot to the back of his head. His hair was so gorgeous, that you couldn’t help but play with it as he tasted you. As his tongue flicked up and down on your clit, you tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling lightly to keep his mouth exactly where you wanted it.

He moaned at the feeling, continuing the pace that had you applying pressure.

After a few moments, he dropped your leg and stood up. You kept a grip on his hair, and as soon as he stood, you pulled his mouth to yours.

After a few moments of kissing, Sirius pulled back and said, “I was just eating you out, and you wanna kiss me?”

You didn’t respond, but just pulled him back. He looked so good, and it felt so good.

You gasped into the kiss as his hand found its way between your legs, spreading your wetness around your core before he inserted one finger inside of you.

He broke the kiss to hear your whimpers, which you tried to keep as quiet as possible, so as to not get caught.

Sirius picked up the pace, adding another finger into you and curling them slightly.

You couldn’t help the volume of the sounds leaving your lips. Sirius used his unoccupied hand to cover your mouth, causing your head to hit the wood behind you, but you didn’t care.

Sirius kept his face close to yours as you breathed heavy through your nose, his fingers working you closer and closer to your climax.

Once he felt you squeeze his fingers, he whispered, “you wanna come?”

He didn’t move his hand to allow you to speak, so you did your best to nod your head yes.

“Atta girl,” he whispered, and you released onto his fingers.

He stilled his fingers to allow you to calm down for a moment before he pulled them out, immediately bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Well that was easy,” Sirius teased.

“Excuse me?”

“Didn’t know someone could come that fast,” he explained.

You opened your mouth in offense, but Sirius spoke again before you could serve a rebuttal, “guess I’m just that good at this. Imagine if you’d said no.”

He then winked and left the broom closet.

────── ☾ ──────

Sirius pulled. That much was obvious. Whether he was sitting alone, deep in his books, or quite literally in the middle of speaking, girls would constantly make flirty comments toward him or approach him with a wink.

You couldn't blame any of them; Sirius was gorgeous. While his best friends James, Remus, and Peter were more of the boyish type of hot, something about Sirius felt like he was the bad boy of the group: tall, dark, and handsome. Something about him told you that 'bad boy' wasn't exactly right.

You had no clue whether or not he was fucking anyone else. You knew he wasn't seeing or dating anyone- that much he'd said out loud- but you both agreed on no strings attached, so you had no right to ask about his sexual partners, at least not beyond clarifying you were both clean of diseases. You were still curious, but you had to force yourself not to think about it.

You had never been in this situation before. You'd never had casual sex with someone longer than just a one night stand with a stranger. This was new to you, and you weren't sure exactly how to handle it.

"Wait for it to boil."

You retracted your hand from above the cauldron. "What?"

Sirius scanned a page of his book and said, "it says you aren't supposed to add the valerian sprigs until the water is fully boiling."

You stared blankly at Sirius. "It's almost there. It's simmering."

"Simmering is not boiling."

"It's good enough."

"I'm not gonna fail this class because of your impatience," Sirius said, taking the sprigs out of your hand and stepping back, "it's not gonna be that long of a wait."

You crossed your arms in protest. "I'm not impatient."

Sirius raised his eyebrows, and his face lit up in amusement. "Oh really? You're not impatient? Are we not on our third try of this potion because you keep throwing shit in before it's ready?"

"You're the one who threw the aconite in early the first time," you pouted.

Sirius sighed and tilted his head. “You’re being a brat.”

“I am not being a brat,” you protested.

Sirius giggled. “Mhm. Yeah.”

“If you’re so fucking smart then you just do it,” you said, dramatically plopping down onto a stool and watching the water in the cauldron.

“Aweh, bratty girl, you didn’t sabotage this just so you didn’t have to do work, did you?” Sirius taunted.

“I am not being a brat,” you maintained, “and I was trying to do the work but you kept scolding me.”

Sirius handed you the aconite. “Truce,” he said.

You took the aconite from him and placed it on the table, refusing to be the reason you’d have to restart the potion a fourth time.

“Someone’s in a mood today,” Sirius said.

“Yeah, well, I’m Sirius Black’s potions partner, so, you know,” you replied.

“And what a privilege it is,” Sirius said as he flipped a page in his potions book, “drop that in now.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“It’s literally how you make the potion.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped the aconite into the cauldron.

“What’s going on with you?” Sirius asked genuinely.

“Nothing, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Sirius stuck his lower lip out in a hyperbolic pout. “Talk to me.”

The words came out before you could stop them. “You just want to fuck me, Sirius, you don’t want to talk to me. You don’t have to act like you do.”

Sirius was taken aback. He leaned away from you slightly, unsure how to handle this new combativeness. “So because we fuck, we can’t talk?”

“You tell me.”

“You know, Y/L/N, the whole thing about being friends with benefits is the part that isn’t the benefits part, is the friend part.”

You took a deep breath. He was right. “I guess I just don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I don’t know how to do…” you gestured between you and Sirius, “this.”

“You do it like this,” Sirius said, stepping directly in front of you and leaning down to bite at your earlobe.

You couldn’t help but turn giggly. “We’re in the middle of a class, Sirius.”

“I’m in a class, you’re in your head,” Sirius said, “gotta pull you out of it.”

Sirius pushed your hair behind your back and began to kiss your jawline and neck.

“Okay, okay! Down boy,” you said, playfully pushing him off of you.

“Down boy?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” you smiled.

“There she is,” Sirius smiled back, now that you were finally coming out of your mood, “there’s really no need to overthink anything. If you start to, you need to tell me, because we might have to reevaluate some things. And that's not always bad. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right,” you said, “I just didn’t sleep well, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Sirius said, “at least not for that. Maybe for fucking up the potion a bunch.”

You peered into the cauldron. “It looks fine!”

It didn’t matter how the potion looked, because the class ended before you could complete it. You and Sirius continued your conversation as you exited into the corridor, despite one of his best friends walking only a few feet away. You kept waiting for him to terminate the conversation and divert his attention, but he never did.

He even walked you all the way to your next class, despite the fact that he had to go in the opposite direction, and would certainly be late.

When you stepped into your next class, Sirius turned around to see Remus still only a few feet behind him, eyebrows raised.

“What?” Sirius asked.

“So that’s the girl you’ve been fucking?” Remus asked.

“Mhm.”

“And you’re walking her to her classes?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, and?”

Remus threw his hands up. “Can’t remember the last time Sirius Black walked a fuck buddy to class, that’s all I’m sayin.”

“Oh, that’s all you’re saying, huh?” Sirius said, walking past Remus.

Remus followed suit, walking in tandem with him as he said, “yeah, dude, that’s all I’m gonna say,” but he gave Sirius a look.

────── ☾ ──────

You climbed onto Sirius’s lap, his hands gripping your ass to move you back and forth as you kissed him.

“Shit, hun, I need be inside of you now,” Sirius whispered.

You continued to kiss him as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, your lips wandering to the side of his neck.

“Did you have a good night?” Sirius asked.

Your hands stilled. “What?” You gazed up at him.

“I’m just wondering if you had a good night,” Sirius said.

“I’m jacking you off and you’re asking me about my night?” you giggled.

“I mean, I haven’t seen you in a couple of days, I was just curious,” Sirius asked.

You smiled. “My night was fine,” you began to stroke him again, “but it’s even better now.”

You pulled your underwear to the side and hovered over him, allowing him to align himself with your entrance and push into you, your knees bending as you sunk down onto him.

He threw his head back onto the back of the couch, allowing him to look directly up at you. You began to bounce, your eyes never leaving his.

He pulled you down into a kiss, his hands tangling themselves in your hair as your breathing quickened from the effort of moving up and down.

You allowed your head to fall into the crook of his neck. “Sirius,” you whispered.

Sirius groaned as he began to snap his hips, his hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, holding his body close to yours as he fucked into you.

Sirius would never say it out loud, but it was that movement that made him come. The fact that you pulled him closer, that you wanted him closer, did him in. Even with his cock splitting you open, you still opted to hug him as if what was going on was innocent.

You felt him come, but you didn’t want it to stop. You still hadn’t reached your end, and you were needy.

“Fuck, please don’t stop, Siri, please,” you begged.

“Call me that again.”

“Siri?” you asked.

“Yes, fuck,” Sirius said, moving slower to avoid overstimulation, but getting turned on all over again.

“Please, Siri, please make me come,” you whined.

Sirius moved a hand between your bodies, rubbing soft circles on your clit to draw you closer to the edge.

You threw your head back as you came, Sirius’s eyes focused on you. The way the light was hitting behind you, and the way the sweat glistened off of your skin- he was mesmerized.

As you came down from your high, you leaned your head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help it. He tried to restrain himself, because he knew it was too personal and too intimate a gesture, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wrapped an arm around you and placed a soft kiss onto your head.

You gazed up at him. You could say something and ruin the moment, or, you could enjoy the moment of being held by him. You knew you shouldn’t, because it was too intimate for you two, but you couldn’t help it. You snuggled further into him, allowing yourself to breathe in his sweat-slicked scent.

“So your night was good?” Sirius asked again.

You chuckled. “You asked me that like three times.”

“What did you do? Anything fun?”

“Um, nothing super interesting, I guess,” you said, “studied a lot, did some extracurricular work. Oh, and I ran into my ex, so we caught up a bit. That’s about it.”

You didn’t feel Sirius’s body tense.

“Your ex?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know you had an ex.”

You giggled as you looked up at him. “Well, yeah, doesn’t everyone have an ex?”

“I just didn’t know you did.”

You furrowed your brows at his more serious tone. “Did you want a full recap on my dating and sexual history in order to be friends with benefits?”

“No, no, never mind,” he said.

The air was getting thick, so you just let it go.

He didn’t.

“What’s his name?”

You sat up. “You really wanna know?”

“Yeah, why not? Friends talk, remember?”

You scanned the scene. “Your dick is still out, Sirius.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows, opting to lighten the mood. “If you don’t wanna tell me, that means there must be something super exciting you’re keeping a secret.”

“No! It’s just not that interesting,” you replied.

“Soooooo? What’s his name?”

You sighed. “Barty.”

“Why’d you break up?”

“It just wasn’t working out,” you said, “we were, like, sixteen. It wasn’t anything super serious. Then he met somebody and fell for her, so we decided to call it off.”

“That doesn’t sound like an amicable breakup, Y/N.”

“We ended it on good terms,” you defended.

“Yeah, but he fell for someone else?”

“Yeah.”

“Idiot,” Sirius shook his head.

You just stared at him. Looking in his eyes in that moment, it took everything in you not to kiss him. You considered just going for it, but had enough self control to turn away.

────── ☾ ──────

As you scanned the empty astronomy tower, your thoughts began to run wild. Where was everyone? Was it the wrong day? You were sure it was the right time for class.

“Knew you’d show up.”

“Sirius?”

“Weren’t you paying attention yesterday? Normal class time is cancelled. We’re meeting at dusk to do some hardcore astronomical stargazing.”

“Oh.”

“So you’re off the hook for a few hours.”

You looked behind you and took note of the fact that no one else was in the room. “If you knew, why are you in here, hm?”

Sirius shrugged. “I figured you’d still show up on time. You were too busy doodling when we were told not to.”

“You came all the way up the astronomy tower just to wait for the opportunity to call me out for not listening?”

Sirius smiled. “Pretty much.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around, walking toward the exit of the astronomy tower.

Later, you ran into Sirius on the way to the courtyard, unsure of how that was possible since your common rooms were not close, but you were happy to see him nonetheless.

The courtyard now housed telescopes, one of the only muggle inventions frequently used at Hogwarts.

“…and you are to pair up and mark down each constellation you can confidently identify. Once you’ve identified all the constellations that you can, you are to mark down any identifiable celestial bodies. Focus, but remember to enjoy the sight!” your professor instructed.

You began to look around the courtyard to find a partner, but before your brain could process anything, Sirius pulled you toward a telescope.

“I’m not about to do all the work, if that’s what you’re thinking,” you joked.

“Oh please,” Sirius rolled his eyes, leaning down to peer into the telescope, “boom. I see Auriya. That’s one, easy.”

You wrote it down on the page.

Sirius searched even more and said, “write down Cassiopeia.”

Before he could find another, you said, “you gonna let me look at all?”

Sirius smiled and turned toward you. “Get in here, then,” he said, and he took a step back.

You bent and wrapped your hand around the viewer, searching the narrow view of the sky to find any constellation at all. You searched and searched, spanning as much sky as you possibly could.

After four straight minutes, Sirius spoke up. “You doin’ okay over there?”

You continued to squint into the viewer as you said, “I can’t find anything.”

“Let me see,” Sirius offered.

“I have to find at least one,” you protested.

“Just let me see what you’re looking at.”

You sighed and stepped back, letting Sirius take over again. “You’ve got Ursa Minor in here.”

“Where?” you said, stepping back up.

Sirius let you back in, and said, “I positioned the telescope so it’s right against the left side. Right in the middle.”

“I don’t see it,” you pouted.

You leaned back, Sirius rechecked his placement, and he let you back in again. “Look now.”

As you bent down to look through the telescope into the sky, Sirius placed his hands on your hips. It was so gentle that you didn’t even think he was aware that he was doing it. Your breath caught in your throat, but you didn’t say anything. If he didn’t realize he was touching you, you didn’t want him to stop, so you weren’t about to ruin it by drawing attention to it.

You spotted Ursa Minor, and her star pattern was mesmerizing. You smiled when you spotted it, and Sirius noticed, smiling himself as he watched you.

“You see it?” he nearly whispered.

“Yeah,” you replied, “she’s beautiful.”

“Mhm.”

You pulled away from the telescope and stood up, turning around and facing Sirius. His hands dropped from your hips, but you could tell that removing them made him cognizant of their previous placement. You stood in silence for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes until your professor made an announcement about progress that caught your attention.

The rest of the time was casual, but you couldn’t help feel the phantom of Sirius’s hands on your hips. As you felt yourself slip into your head, you reminded yourself that you didn’t have to.

When the class dispersed, you leaned upward and whispered into his ear, “come back to my dorm.”

“Yeah?” Sirius confirmed.

“Mhm.”

Sirius followed you back to your dormitory, gazing around the common room as if he’d never seen a room adorned with any color other than red.

He followed you up the staircase to the girls dorms. Everyone was asleep already, the lights in the room dimmed or off as you and Sirius crept to your bed.

“I’m assuming you know the silencing spell?” you asked.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Rude assumption,” he said, and then proceeded to cast a silencing spell around the bed, “even if it is correct.”

You plopped down on the bed. “You comin’?”

Sirius stepped in front of your seated frame and lifted your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. “Someone’s in a mood, hm?”

Your breathing hitched in your throat. “Maybe,” you smirked.

Sirius leaned down and kissed you, and your hands instantly moved to pull him closer. His hands found the mattress as he became horizontal over you, his raven hair falling in front of his face.

You didn't waste any time moving your hands between your bodies, working to undo the buttons of his jeans.

Sirius smiled widely as he pulled away. "Eager, are we?"

"Hush," you said, pulling him back into a kiss and then resuming your work between his legs, pushing his garments down just enough to expose him.

He growled and began to kiss your jawline and neck when your hands wrapped around him, both needed to cover his entire length as you began to move them back and forth at an achingly slow pace.

"More," he spoke into your neck, so breathy and so low that you almost didn't catch it.

You didn't react or respond, maintaining your slow pace with the intention of making him come undone.

Sirius rested his head on your shoulder, his features buried away from your view, but his erratic breathing still audible. He began to rock his hips very slightly in tandem with each stroke you granted him.

"Fuck, please, baby," he whined, his voice still coming out as a whisper. He had never called you baby before. It seemed so intimate, so personal, so exclusive. It made your heart skip a beat.

"What?" you asked, playing dumb.

"More," he gasped as you immediately began to stroke him faster the moment his mouth opened, his hips rocking and nearly dropping onto you. "Shit," he moaned, hoisting himself up on his forearms so that his face was hovering over yours again.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his restraint visible in his muscles. "If you want me to fuck you, I'm ready, let me do it," he struggled.

"Who said I want you to fuck me?" you spoke, your voice going high at the end of the question to indicate that you were toying with him.

He spoke your name through gritted teeth, almost as a warning.

You continued to stroke him, your hormones raging, but you were enjoying watching him fall apart too much.

"Lay down," you said.

It took him a brief moment to snap into reality and comprehend what you said, but when he did, he rolled over and laid out on your bed without argument.

You settled onto your forearms, resting between his legs as you wrapped a hand around him again.

Refusing to break eye contact and miss a moment of watching him fall apart, you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, finally wrapping your lips around him and dropping down onto his length.

"Bloody fucking hell," he said, watching you intensely.

You began to bob your head up and down, your hand still assisting with covering his entire length and maximizing his pleasure.

After setting a steady pace, Sirius placed his hands on the back of your head, beginning to snap his hips upward without warning.

You could feel yourself at war with your gag reflex, but you didn't stop Sirius. There was nothing hotter than knowing that YOU were the one giving him this pleasure.

In your fight with your own throat, you moaned at a particularly harsh thrust, and Sirius immediately pulled out.

"Fuck, are you okay? I didn't ask if you were okay with- I mean- did I hurt you?" He was fully sat up, his hands on either side of your face.

"I'm fine, relax," you smiled.

"Please let me fuck you."

"Again, who said I wanna fuck you?" you teased.

"Oh, you're gonna let me fuck you," he said, grabbing you by your hips and flipping your bodies so that he was on top of you again.

He pushed your skirt up and pulled down your underwear, immediately running a finger between your folds.

"Already this wet? You ready for me already?" he said.

"Guess you'll have to fuck me and see," you said.

"You..." he immediately lined himself up with you, slowly pushing himself into you, stopping after just the head and pulling back out.

By the way your body reacted to just that, with a jolt and your thighs nearly shaking, Sirius knew you were more needy than you let on, even with his teasing and reading you.

"Okay, okay, easy baby," he said, pushing fully into you as slow as he possibly could, "sh, relax, breathe," he said, knowing that you could very easily become overstimulated with how wet you were.

"What's got you like this, hm?" he asked, beginning to slowly push in and out of you.

You knew he needed one arm to hold himself up, but you took his other arm, guiding his hand to your hip, and placing it there.

Sirius gripped your hip and began to fuck you a little faster, and your back instantly arched. The moan that escaped your lips confirmed to him that he was doing exactly what you wanted.

"Aweh, you haven't been this wet since the telescope, have you? Poor baby, say something next time," he said, pouting as he nearly spoke down to you.

"I'm gonna come," you warned, almost too late, as your orgasm hit you like a train.

The feeling of you clenching around Sirius sent him into a frenzy, his gip on your hip tightening so much that it would surely leave some type of a bruise.

Despite your orgasm, Sirius didn't let up.

"Siri-"

"You're gonna come again," he demanded.

"I don't know if I c-"

"You're gonna come again," he said, moving his hand from your hip to your jaw, holding you in place so that your gaze remained locked on him, "you can do that for me, right, baby?"

"If you- if you keep saying baby," you admitted.

You had never seen the look that found its way into Sirius's eyes.

"Come on, baby, come for me, I know you can do it, baby," he spoke.

"Shit, Siri," you moaned, your second orgasm hitting you quickly from the overstimulation.

"Yes, baby, keep fucking coming," he said, both hands gripping your hips now as he pistoned in and out of you until he achieved his own release.

He rested his forehead against yours again as he came with you, both of you taking several moments to catch your breath. Your legs fell from his sides, shaking as they relaxed into the mattress.

"Good girl," Sirius breathed out, taking his time to catch his breath while still inside of you.

"Please be careful pulling out," you whispered, your voice shaky and low, "overstimulated."

Sirius looked into your eyes and smiled. "You don't know by now that I got you?"

You gave him a small smile as he started to pull out of you, slowly, before he rudely thrust his entire length back into you and then pulled out in one move.

"Sirius!" you gasped, your entire body jolting backward.

"Whoops," he shrugged.

"Fuck you," you giggled.

Sirius stood tall and began to put his clothes back on. "Don't act like you don't love me," he said, so nonchalant, so casual, that you almost didn't even think to overthink it. But you did. So you stayed silent.

"Admit it," he said once clothed, kneeling down and leaning his arms onto the bed.

"Admit what?" you asked.

"Admit that you love it when I fuck with you," Sirius teased.

Oh. That's what he meant.

"Not nearly as much as you love fucking with me," you replied.

Sirius leaned toward you and kissed you, and instead of pulling away after a moment like you usually did during a more intimate kiss, you, despite being fucked out and sticky, pulled him closer to you.

You could feel him resist at first, almost as if he was scared to share a truly intimate moment with you, just the way you were. If you were being honest with yourself, you were scared to allow yourself the feeling of being close to him in any intimate sense, because you knew you were treading in thin ice with him. You were liking him too much.

You didn't know if he felt the same. You and Sirius never spoke about your feelings toward one another, most likely because there weren't supposed to be any. Things were supposed to stay no strings, casual, sexual at best, and that was that. You still didn't know how to leave it at that with him.

Sirius's body didn't resist for long before he gave in, leaning into you as you kissed slowly and passionately. He never moved to touch you more, and you never moved to touch him. For a moment, you two were content to just be there, with each other, close.

When Sirius eventually pulled away, it wasn't far. He pulled away just enough that your lips weren't touching, but not far enough that you could even see his face.

You could tell he was contemplating saying something, hell, you could practically see it, but after a few moments of just breathing one another in, he stood back up and handed you your clothes.

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," you said.

"It's just Hogsmeade, drama queen," Sirius replied.

"Yeah, but I hate Hogsmeade. There's so many... people."

Sirius scoffed. "You're gonna miss out on the best english food of your life because there's other people there?"

"I have until now."

"You don't even know what you're missing," Sirius said, swinging open the door to the Three Broomsticks.

He found a table for you two, and as soon as you were approached, Sirius ordered for the both of you.

"What? You don't even know what's good here. I got you," Sirius said.

"What if I had allergies? Or dietary restrictions? What then?"

"Then I'd know that," Sirius said, "you forget I know you."

You couldn't argue, so you just let the conversation end there.

When the food was brought over, rather promptly, you might add, you took one bite and widened your eyes at Sirius.

"I told you," he said.

"Holy fuck that's good," you giggled, "how have I never been here?"

"What, Barty wasn't the dating type?"

You knew you'd regret telling him about your ex. "Barty wasn't the anything type."

"He never took you out?"

"I don't want to talk about my ex-boyfriend, Sirius," you stated.

"I can see why," Sirius responded, "he sounds like a right douchebag."

You shrugged. "He was."

"And what am I?"

You cocked your head to the side. "What are you?"

"Yeah. If Barty was a douchebag, what am I?"

"Not my boyfriend," you said, taking another bite of your food and trying to move past your obvious deflection of your feelings.

"Yes, I know that, thank you," Sirius said, a little more serious than his usual tone.

Holy shit, did that affect him?

"I just mean that I'm not gonna sit here and compare you to my ex-boyfriend," you said, "completely different situations."

"Yeah."

"What about you, hm? You got any douchebag exes?"

Sirius smiled, finally back to himself. "I don't really have exes. I mean, James and I had a thing for a few months, but obviously we're better as friends. Girls I just kinda wine and dine, if you know what I mean."

The way he said it had you laughing. "You're fucking disgusting."

"And you love it," he teased.

"Oh, you wish," you giggled. “Crazy you dated James. I thought he was dating your brother.”

"Yeah, he is."

"That's weird."

"A little," Sirius admitted, "but honestly it's not the worst. Luckily James and I never fucked, otherwise that would be weird."

"Nuh uh, come on, two Blacks for the price of one? I couldn't possibly imagine two of you," you winked, "it's so good with just one."

Sirius threw his hands up. "Oh, do NOT make me think about having sex with my brother in the room, you fucking pervert."

"Hey, listen, I've never seen him, maybe he's smoking fucking hot."

"Please stop talking."

You giggled and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Are you close?"

"What?"

"Are you and your brother close?"

"Oh, fuck, I thought you meant am I close, like am I gonna c-"

"Okay, okay, no," you cut him off.

"We've gotten a little closer recently," Sirius started, "but no, we've never been that close."

"Is it the age gap?" you asked.

"You wanna get in to family traumas right now?"

"Only if you're willing."

Sirius sighed. "It's not the age gap, it's the fact that my parents are assholes who shower their love on Regulus and take their hatred out on me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

You didn't want to press or make him uncomfortable, but pushing him wasn't necessary. It felt good for him to finally talk about it.

"You could call me anything, and it wouldn't even come close to the shit I heard at home. Yeah, shit got thrown, but I threw my fair share of shit too. But as I got older, it got worse and worse. Especially when I got to Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. blood purist didn't like the people I was hanging out with. So the verbal shit turned into much more."

"Sirius-"

"Don't worry, I'm out of there," Sirius said, and when he saw you raise your eyebrows at him, he continued, "I ran away a couple of years back. I'm done with all of that shit."

"So what do you do during break times?"

"Stay with Remus."

"Every time?"

"Yeah. He's my family."

"I'm glad you have him," was all you could think to say.

"Bloody hell, me too," Sirius smiled.

You smiled and took another bite of your food, trying to think of something to say to help break the silence, but Sirius beat you to it. "Feels like I have somebody else now, too."

You put your fork down and shared a long glance over the table. Sirius looked at you with the softest gaze he'd ever shown you and gave you a small smile.

"You do," you confirmed, resting your head in one of your hands, "you do."

"Good," he said.

"You know I care about you, Siri, and you can always talk to me if you need anything," you added.

"I know."

You stared at each other again. If you hadn't been separated by a table, you would have certainly jumped and kissed him at that very moment. The way he was looking at you, and the way he was opening up to you, made the whole "friends-with-benefits" deal all the more confusing.

You couldn't deny it anymore. Sitting across from him, listening to him to sweetly say that he feels like you're someone he can trust, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair falling in front of his face, you couldn't run from the truth anymore. You were starting to fall for him.

You didn't know his feelings. You couldn't ask.

"You know you can come to me, too," he said.

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath and opting to break the weighty tension, "so did you bring me here as a precursor to fucking? Or-"

"Ha ha," Sirius mocked you. "I didn't plan on getting lucky tonight, for your information."

"Then what am I doing here?" you said, intended as a joke, but it came off more like a genuine question.

Sirius swirled his glass of pumpkin juice and rested his elbows on the table, speaking before he brought the glass to his lips, "I don't know, maybe I just like spending time with you, hex me."

You couldn't help but blush.

On the walk back to Hogwarts, you and Sirius continued to talk about your lives, experiences, and even just random bullshit that didn't matter.

"I can barely even see, it's so dark," you said.

"That's called nighttime, good job," Sirius teased you.

You playfully hit his arm, but he grabbed your hand before you could pull it away, and swung your arms, your fingers intertwined. He never once looked down to where your hands met. He never once acknowledged it. You didn't either.

Sirius insisted on walking you back to your dorm, claiming that if you had been caught together, he could claim he forced you out, and that he was too clever to get caught alone. He claimed that if you had to fend for yourself back to your dormitory, you would most certainly get caught. You wanted to protest, but unfortunately, he was right.

When you got back to your common room, Sirius grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him.

"Thought you didn't plan on getting lucky," you said.

"I'm not," Sirius said, "I just wanted to do this."

Sirius kissed you gently, his hands still on your hips until he pulled entirely away.

"What was that for?" you asked.

"Just because," he said, smiling and beginning to make his way toward his own common room.

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"No, dude, you're fucking whipped," Remus joked.

James took another drag out of his cigarette, his arm resting behind him on the bench as he adjusted his positioning on the ground. "I agree. Never seen you like this."

"I am not whipped," Sirius protested.

"I don't know dude, you took her on a date last night," James fought back.

"That wasn't a date."

"Then what the fuck was it?" Remus argued.

James put his cigarette to Sirius's lips and let him take a drag. "I don't fucking know, get off my ass."

"Just tell her," Remus said, "I know you aren't mister communication, but tell her. Otherwise someone else will."

"She's not seeing anyone else," Sirius said.

"And you know that how?" James questioned.

"Just don't think she would."

"Oh, why, because she's so in love with you?" Remus laughed.

"No, jackass," Sirius replied, "because I just don't think she's seeing anyone else. I know her and you don't, alright? Let it go."

"Someone is defensive today! Aweh, don't get too angry, down boy!"

Sirius flipped James off, causing James and Remus to laugh.

"Dude, you're done for. You gotta lock that down."

Sirius took a deep breath. "She's not the lock-down type of person, I don't think," Sirius admitted.

"Why not?"

"She's had a bunch of one night stands," Sirius said, blowing out smoke, "but she has had relationships. I'm not really sure where she stands on it, actually. She liked it when I called her baby, though."

"Oi, dude, that's a surefire sign," James said.

"It is, right?”

Remus chimed in, "yeah, man. Baby is intimate. It's not like a sex word that you call a girl only then. Baby is what you call your partner. She's gotta be into you, bro."

"See, that's what I thought," Sirius agreed.

"Just ask her," Remus said.

"I can't."

"You can," James said, "you absolutely can."

"And if she doesn't feel like I do?"

James shrugged. "Then Sirius Black might actually learn what rejection feels like."

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cried into the pillow, Sirius's grip on your waist the only think keeping your ass up for him.

"You're doing so good for me," Sirius moaned, then decided to add, "baby."

"Siri-"

You were now just exchanging nicknames to drive the other person crazy.

Sirius slapped your ass, causing you to throw your head backward. Sirius gripped your hair, yanking you back until you were up on your forearms again.

"Say what you want me to call you," Sirius said.

"I- fuck- what?"

"Tell me you want me to call you baby," Sirius said, slapping your ass again.

"I want you- to- call me baby," you gasped.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

Sirius's thrusts got sharper, and your ability to speak decreased more and more. "Why- why- why what?"

"Why do you want me to call you baby, hm?" Sirius somehow asked effortlessly, "tell me, baby. You like it when we're intimate?"

You could feel yourself still getting wetter at his words. "Y-yes."

Sirius kept his grip in your hair, and used the other arm to snake around your waist, playing with your clit while he fucked you.

You squealed, your whines and whimpers becoming uncontrollable with the added stimulation.

Sirius began to rub faster and harder, your hips moving in circles to match his rhythm, adding onto his pleasure behind you.

"Fuck, baby, just like that," Sirius said, stilling his hips and allowing you to take over. You moved your hips back and forth, fucking him as he touched you.

"Siri, I- I'm-"

"Don't come," Sirius demanded.

You whimpered and tried to protest, "I- I need-"

"Don't come until you tell me why you like it when I call you baby," he said.

You were too close to the edge to even consider protesting it. You had to say it. You wanted to say it. Right now might be the only time you'd have the boldness to say what you really wanted.

"Wan- wanna be your baby," you whined, "fuck, feels so good, Siri- like it because I'm fall- falling for you."

"Good girl," he praised, "come for me, baby."

You broke at his words, your climax hitting you so hard that your front half dropped back onto the mattress.

"Atta girl," Sirius cooed, continuing to toy with your clit as he watched your facial expressions, "keep coming for me, I'm close."

Your legs shook and your body lifted up and down dramatically with each breath as he continued to touch you, your orgasm elongating as Sirius hit his own.

When he pulled out of you, your entire body gave up, and your hips dropped onto the bed with a thud. "Fuck."

"You're telling me," Sirius said, running his fingers through his sweat-slicked hair.

Sirius made sure you were cleaned up and clothed before he said anything more.

"You wanna be my baby, do you?" Sirius teased, laying next to you and tickling your stomach.

"Shut up," you said, "you basically gave me no choice but to say it."

"Did you mean it?"

You refused to let your boldness die now that you weren't naked in front of him. "Yeah, I meant it, you ass."

"Do you want to know how I feel?"

"No."

"No?"

"I'm not in the mood to get rejected," you said, trying to keep the mood light, but failing miserably.

"And if I'm not going to reject you?"

"Then you already know no one can shut up the great Sirius Black," you joked.

"You feel it, I feel it, you know I feel it," Sirius said, "everyone can see that I'm falling for you."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know exactly where you stand with the whole fucking vs relationship thing, but I want you. Friends with benefits isn't working for me anymore," Sirius said.

"It's not working for me either," you admitted, "I want you too."

"Three minutes after coming onto your ass isn't the most romantic time to say this but whatever," Sirius giggled.

"I think you're doing pretty good," you replied.

Sirius leaned over and kissed you, gently, as a way to seal the deal.

"You know this means no more one night stands for you," Sirius said to you.

"Oh, please, I wasn't getting lucky that much. I'm offended. This also means no more one night stands for you."

"That's fine with me," he said.

"Me too."

“Now you can have an every-night stand,” Sirius said.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” you laughed.

You had agreed to tell Remus first.

You had also agreed that you would wait until after doing so to tell the rest of the group. You didn’t know how they would react, but you knew that it would mean leaving the group. You and Sirius both hoped that everyone would be fine to continue hanging out together, just without the sex from you two.

Still, the nerves of telling your friends was nothing compared to the nerves of telling Remus. You had thought for hours about whether or not you were ready to give up Remus in order to have Sirius to yourself, should he say no. You were also worried that you were getting in the middle of a friendship; Sirius and Remus were two of the closest souls you’d ever met. If you caused a rift, you’d never forgive yourself.

But it was hard to tell Remus when you and Sirius were incapable of being alone for longer than six seconds without him being on you. Especially when you had to keep it a secret until Remus knew.

“We agreed that we were gonna do it today,” you giggled, trying (not very hard) to push Sirius off of you.

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed, his lips attached to your neck, as he pretended to listen to you.

“Siri! We said!”

“Mhm,” he hummed again, ignoring you.

“Down boy,” you joked.

Sirius sighed and gave in, lifting his head to look at you. “You can’t give me fifteen minutes?”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Fine, ten.”

“Sirius!”

“Okay, five. I honestly don’t even need that long.”

“We were supposed to have done this already, remember?”

Sirius dipped his head. You had actually planned on telling Remus days ago, but every single time you and Sirius met up to go do it, his hands immediately found their way to your body, and you folded.

Sirius traced your jawline with his thumb, holding your chin between his fingers as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I would rather die than share you with anyone other than Remus,” he said, and you knew he meant it, “so you’re lucky it’s him.”

“Not even James? Wow, such favoritism,” you lightened the mood.

You meant it as a joke, but Sirius’s jaw clenched. “James doesn’t ever get to touch you again,” he said, “so he better learn to live with that.”

You tilted your head. “You’re stalling.”

“I’ve never been anxious about talking to Remus of all people,” he admitted.

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

“Why?”

“Because you wouldn’t have to if I wasn’t like this,” you said.

Sirius placed a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to apologize, hun, I get it. Remus is a smokeshow.”

You blushed. “Oh yeah. Way hotter than you.”

“He wishes,” Sirius said, making a show of shaking his hair away from his face, “no one is hotter than me.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you agreed.

“Really?” he said, “if I’m so hot, then what do you feel when I do this to you?”

Sirius’s hips ground down onto yours, putting pressure directly onto your core. You whimpered at the sensation, and Sirius grinned.

“Not fair,” you swallowed.

“Give me four and a half minutes,” he pleaded.

“Sirius-“

“Four. Minutes.”

You sighed. He might have been keeping the mood lighthearted, but you knew that deep down, he was needy. He was about to start sharing you, and he just wanted the assurance that you were his no matter what. You could give him that happily.

“No way in hell you can make me come in four minutes.”

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “You kiddin’?”

“If you think you can, then prove it,” you challenged.

Sirius groaned as he caught your lips in a kiss, his hand finding its way to your throat, keeping you pressed down against the mattress. He used his other hand to pull your underwear down your body just enough to give him access.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down only as much as he needed, his semi-hard already aching as he prodded your entrance.

Sirius never bothered with removing, or even just moving, your skirt. He liked it a little too much, and loved to watch the fabric fold with each thrust into you. It almost made it feel secretive, like no one had to know what was happening under your skirt but the two of you.

“Three and a half minutes left,” you teased.

Sirius slammed his entire length into you with one thrust of his hips, causing your body to jolt as you moaned at the sudden feeling. His hand never left your throat.

Sirius didn’t bother to ease you into the sex, but rather immediately began to fuck you hard, nearly pulling out each time before slamming his whole cock back into you.

He leaned down and swallowed one of your moans before heavy breathing, “you’re being real bratty today. You must have forgotten that I know what I do to you. And I know how you like it.”

Sirius began to rub circles onto your clit, causing your hips to squirm underneath him. He slapped the side of your thigh and said “don’t move.”

“I-“

“Stay fucking still,” Sirius said, his grip on your throat getting a little bit tighter.

You simply moaned in response, trying desperately to still your hips, despite his touch. You couldn’t. You kept squirming.

“I said stay still,” he repeated, “do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Siri.”

“Try again.”

You gazed up at Sirius, his cock never slowing down as you searched his eyes for any indication of what he meant. You’d never called him anything else.

Through shallow breaths and moans, you asked, “do you want sir or daddy?”

Sirius bowed his head, gripping your hip harshly as he fucked you even harder, the filthy noise of skin hitting skin becoming louder and more frequent. “Bloody hell,” he said, the question sending him over the edge, “say yes sir.”

“Yes sir,” you moaned.

Sirius couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, trying to contain his noises as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could. He pushed your throat even further into the mattress, his other hand holding your hip in place, making sure you were staying still for him. “Again.”

“Yes, sir, fuck, yes, Siri, I can’t-“

“You can do it, baby, come for me.”

“I-“

“Come on my cock, that’s it,” Sirius egged you on, causing you to hit your climax and squeeze his cock like a vice. Your hips would have lifted if he wasn’t gripping them in place, and your thighs shook around his waist.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he growled, “fuck, tell me where to come.”

“Anywhere,” you breathed.

Sirius pressed his forehead against yours as he pulled out of you, stroking himself as he released onto your stomach.

You stayed there for a few minutes, breathing one another in as you caught your breath.

“Guess we should go find Rem,” Sirius whispered.

“Five minutes,” you smiled.

────── ☾ ──────

“Knock.”

“You said you’d knock.”

“I did not.”

“You literally said-“

“Just knock on the door.”

“You gave me this whole big speech about how you had to be the one to take the leap-“

“Okay!” Sirius gave in, knocking on the door to the Quidditch prep room.

Remus swung the door open, confused. “Why the fuck are you knocking? It’s not a private prep room.”

You and Sirius just turned to one another. Sirius said, “I have a girl with me. This is the men’s prep room.”

“That you do,” Remus said, “I see you’re on speaking terms again?”

You and Sirius exchanged a look. “Yeah, we worked it out.”

Remus smirked at Sirius and stepped back, allowing you and Sirius to enter the prep room as he went back to reorganizing his Quidditch storage space.

“So,” Remus said, “you two are all good?”

You took a seat on the bench between the two rows of storage spaces, and Sirius stayed standing directly behind you.

“We’re good,” Sirius said, and then lowering the volume of his voice, he continued, “a little more than good.”

You felt the heat rush into your cheeks.

Remus whipped his head around to face you. “Oh?”

Your leg began to furiously shake. You swallowed your nerves down and took a deep breath. “We actually came here because we need to talk to you about that,” you admitted.

Remus took a deep breath and stood up, leaning one shoulder against the row of storage spaces to his left. “Okay. Shoot.” He was so casual that it was almost more difficult to speak.

“You’re gonna make us say it?” Sirius asked.

“Mhm,” Remus crossed his arms.

“But you know.”

“All I know is that you two have been M.I.A. for a couple of weeks now, and now you’re suddenly in contact again.“

“Well, yeah, we’re together, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Sirius said.

Remus took a second to absorb the confession. You watched all of his facial features and body gestures in painstaking detail. You were not ready to lose Remus.

“So you’re exclusive?” Remus asked.

Sirius just shrugged, knowing you weren’t exactly exclusive, but you weren’t exactly not.

“You want out of the group?” Remus asked.

You and Sirius just stared at him. Neither of you really knew what to say or how to pivot the conversation where you needed it. Sirius wanted you to take the lead since this was mostly about you still needing Remus around, but you were too nervous to say anything.

Your nerves started to get the better of you, and your other leg began to shake. Your breathing quickened, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your hands. You tried to swallow the nerves down, but your breath was becoming shallow with the quickness.

“Hey hey hey,” Remus said, kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his, “relax, relax. What’s going on? Talk to me, baby.”

He knew which word would reel you back in.

“I’m nervous to ask you,” you said.

Remus kept his voice calm and sweet. “Ask me what, hm?”

You took a few breaths, resetting yourself before speaking. “Sirius and I are together,” you said, “but I want us to be together, with, you know… with you.”

Remus looked deep into your eyes. He didn’t know what to say.

In mere moments, you felt yourself slipping back into that shy, blushy girl that was nervous to ask Remus to take her virginity.

“You-“ Remus looked between you and Sirius, “you both want that?”

You both looked to Sirius, knowing that the question was mostly for him.

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, yeah,” he started, “I’d be happy to have her all to myself, trust me, but the only condition she had, was you.”

“So only she wants this,” Remus said.

“I want her,” Sirius explained, “and I’m happy to do anything that means I get that. She said she can’t give you up. You’re my best friend. You’re the only person I would share her with. Besides, listening to her choke on a dick during backshots would be hot as fuck, so it’s fine.”

You started choking on air.

Remus giggled. “So you’re okay with this because threesomes are hot?”

“I’m okay with this because it means I get her,” Sirius said, completely serious, “if the only little thing along with that is that she wants to fuck you, I can live with that. Hell, she coulda asked for way worse than that.”

You could feel the heat in your cheeks. Remus turned his attention back to you. “You’ve really talked about this, huh?”

You nodded your head up and down.

“So you want me to, like, date both of you?” Remus asked.

“Not if you don’t want to,” you said, “dating wasn’t exactly what we came here to propose.”

“So you two aren’t dating?”

“We are,” Sirius clarified.

“Ah, I see, you just want me for my body, then,” Remus joked.

You dropped your head. “When you put it like that-“

“I can’t operate in our group if you two branch off, and I still fuck you,” Remus said, “that wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. You know what I mean?”

You nodded.

He continued, “so are you asking me to still just fuck you, or are you asking me to date you?”

You honestly hadn’t thought about what Remus said. You figured he would go on as normal, and only you and Sirius wouldn’t. You weren’t sure where to go from here. “I don’t know,” you admitted.

“Listen, baby, Sirius and I have been best friends for years. We fuck around, but- and Sirius, stop me if I’m wrong, but I’m gonna speak for both of us here- we’re too close as friends to date. It’s just not like that with us. We’re best mates. We have plenty of sex, but that’s it. We can’t cross that line, we’ve never wanted to,” Remus said.

“Yeah, yeah, no that makes sense,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked to your fidgeting hands in your lap, “I understand.”

“He’s right, that’s just not us,” Sirius said, toying with a few strands of your hair.

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, “and I can’t be involved with your relationship and still be in the group. You get that too right?”

“Mhm,” you vocalized, “I get it, Rem. I do. I just figured it was worth asking, but it’s okay. Really.”

Remus looked at the conflicted emotions written all over your face, and could see you weren’t sure what to do from here, but that you were disappointed, so he tilted his head to catch your attention back from your hands.

“So if we’re gonna do this, you’re gonna have to date me, too.”

You blinked dramatically several times before speaking. “What?”

“That’s the only way this works,” Remus said.

“But- wait, wait, wait, so- but… and you, but-“

“Hold on,” Sirius said, “can you give us a minute?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a heavy glance. Without speaking, they had an entire conversation about how Remus didn’t understand why he should leave, but Sirius just needed a private moment to speak to you, but Remus thought anything said could be said in front of him, but holy shit Remus can you just give us a minute already.

Remus reluctantly walked toward the door, said “two minutes. I’m counting,” and left, shutting the door behind him.

Sirius swung in front of you and knelt down, catching your attention. “We didn’t talk about this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t think he’d agree to date you,” Sirius explained, “we didn’t talk about what we wanted to do if that happened.”

“Okay, so talk about it,” you said.

“I assumed we’d be together, and if he agreed to this, you’d just fuck around every once in a while,” Sirius said, “I didn’t think I’d have to share you that much.”

“You don’t own me, Sirius,” you said, and it came off much more confrontational than you intended.

“I know, I know,” Sirius began to shut down.

“I didn’t mean that negatively,” you said, toying with a strand of his hair and tucking it behind his ear, “I just mean that I tried to be upfront with you about me and Remus. You said you were okay with it.”

“I am.”

“So what’s going on? Where is this insecurity coming from?”

“I don’t know.”

You took a deep breath and remembered to be gentle. “I’ve told you this before, but I’ll say it again, Sirius. Whatever is between myself and Remus does not impact what’s between us. I don’t have a finite amount of love to go around, you know.”

Sirius stared at you for so long that you assumed he disassociated and forgot what you said.

“Siriu-“

“You love me?”

You paused. “What?”

“You said you don’t have a finite amount of love to go around. Are you saying you love me?”

“Right now feels like a really bad time to have this conversation-“

“Just answer the question.”

“But if I say it now then it’ll feel like I’m manipulating your decision or your feelings about this and I really don’t want to-“

“You know I love you,” Sirius cut your ramble off, “if we love each other, I can do this. That’s all I need. I love Remus in a different way. But if you love me, and if I can always say you loved me first, I can do this.”

“I don’t want to manipulate you.”

“You’re not manipulating me, Y/N, I really am okay with you and Remus. But if you’re going to date, I need to know where we stand. Please.”

“I just-“

“Please.”

You took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Sirius smiled and immediately leaned toward you, pulling your head toward his as he captured your lips in a kiss.

You pulled away. “So what are we saying to Remus when he comes back in? Are you really okay with this?”

“I am. I promise I’d say if I wasn’t. Is this what you want?”

“I want you both.”

“Time’s up,” Remus said, swinging the door open, “what’d I miss?”

Sirius stayed knelt in front of you, and he took one of your hands in his own. “Oh, nothing.”

“I’m assuming you spoke about what I said,” Remus said.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“And?”

“You really want to date me?” you asked.

Remus shrugged as if it was the most casual conversation ever. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, considering my feelings for you and all.”

You tilted your head. “Your what?”

“Oh come on, I know you feel what I feel. It’s soul, it’s more than just body. Don’t act surprised.”

“I am surprised,” you replied, “I thought- I guess I just assumed you’d only ever want sex.”

Remus knelt down next to Sirius. “My options right now mean I either lose you or keep you. Seems to be a pretty easy decision to me.”

“But the rest of the group-“

“Will understand. They all need a little excitement anyway. Or maybe just the push of a change. I know Dorcas has feelings for Mary, even if she doesn’t admit it.”

“Are you sure?”

Remus turned to Sirius. “You okay with this too?”

“I’m with you, Moons. Two options. Easy decision,” he responded.

“I’m really not that special,” you laughed.

“You are to us,” Sirius said.

That’s how you knew he was truly okay with this. You are to us. Us. Like he and Remus both dating you was the most normal thing ever.

“Okay, so that’s settled,” Remus said, “you’ve got two boyfriends and Sirius is a freak of nature who thinks about eiffel towering you in his free time.”

────── ☾ ──────

“I assume this has to do with Marlene.”

“Fucking what? No, why the fuck would you say that?” Sirius snapped.

Dorcas threw her hands up. “Because we never actually talked about it, idiot.”

“It’s been weeks,” Sirius shot back.

“Which is why I’m confused.”

“Okay, well it’s not about Marlene.”

“Okay. Damn. Sorry.”

Everyone looked around the room at one another.

“I see we’re starting off on a positive note, then,” Alecto joked.

“We called this because we have something to talk to you guys about,” Sirius clarified.

“Who’s ‘we’?” Evan asked.

“I’m not sure if any of you could tell, but I’ve had some feelings for Y/N for quite some time.”

A quick capachony sounded: “Yeah, we know.” “We could tell.” “Mhm.” “Yeah, duh.” “No, we all know.”

“Okay, bloody hell,” Sirius said.

“If you’re saying it here, I’m assuming she knows, then?” Evan asked.

“Yeah, she knows,” Sirius said, taking a deep breath, “and she feels the same.”

Everyone in the room took a breath or looked around at one another.

“Oh,” said James, “so, what exactly does that mean?”

Sirius swallowed hard. He didn’t want to drop the mask of confidence, but James was the one person in this group he couldn’t risk losing.

“It means we’re gonna, you know,” Sirius took another breath, “date.”

“You’re gonna date,” Mary said, “like date date?”

“Yeah.”

“So you want out of this?” Mary asked for clarification.

“I mean, I guess so, yeah.”

There was a long moment of silence.

Then: “oh thank fucking hell,” Mary sighed.

Both you and Sirius creased your brows and turned to her. “What?” you asked.

“I’ve been crushing on someone in my potions class all year, but I didn’t wanna fuck any of you over by talking to her,” Mary said.

“I’m pretty sure James and Lily have been secretly dating for two months,” Dorcas chimed in.

“We have not!” James protested.

“Oh really? So tell me why I saw-“

“We have,” Lily admitted, “I’m really sorry, guys, it just happened.”

“Oh Merlin, am I the only person who’s actually gone along with the rules we made?” Evan asked.

“I have!” Alecto said, “we all said no feelings! Look what happened with Marlene! Are you guys kidding me?”

“Sirius,” Dorcas said, catching his attention, “you deserve this. I’m glad you found someone. Don’t let anyone tell you this is bad. We all worry about you. Isn’t that right?”

Alecto rolled her eyes. “I guess, yeah.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have an issue with this,” Evan said, turning to Remus, “you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet.”

Remus smirked. “I’m actually gonna date Y/N too, I was just gonna wait for the dust to settle to mention it.”

“Oh?” Lily vocalized.

“We really don’t want this to fuck up our friendships,” you said.

“I don’t think it will,” Dorcas said, “besides, I think maybe it’s time we all stop being so restrictive with ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” James asked.

“This was fun, and some of us are still gonna fuck around, trust me, but it sounds like maybe we gotta move on.”

“I’d really love to actually date James,” Lily admitted.

“What about me? What about Alecto? Or even you, Dorcas?”

“It’s not like we can’t all still hang,” Remus said, “but some of us caught feelings. I’ve learned that you really can’t ignore that.”

“Never took you for a feelings type of guy,” Alecto said, “if you really mean that, then it must be true.”

Remus stole a quick glance in your direction and smiled. “I really mean it.”

“Okay, cool, so no more sex group,” Dorcas said, “are we all in agreement?”

Everyone nodded their heads and turned to Evan, the most obstinate of the group.

“Yeah, I guess,” Evan said, “I just- you guys are my best friends.”

“Dude, we’re still gonna hang,” Remus said, and Evan smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” Remus said, “I haven’t picked on you nearly enough.”

Evan laughed to show his acceptance.

“Cool,” you said, “that didn’t go so bad.”

“Honestly Y/N? We were all hoping Sirius would fine the balls to ask you out. We’ve had to sit here for months watching him pine and yearn and stare and-“

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sirius cut Dorcas off.

“It’s most certainly not,” Dorcas laughed, “you’ve been making puppy dog eyes at her for weeks. You little lovestruck puppy.”

“We get it,” Sirius said.

“But Y/N, you and Remus were so close, we were all worried, but this seems to work out for everyone. You go girl. Two-for-one.”

“Dorcas,” Sirius warned.

“Can’t believe Sirius Orion Black wants to settle down.”

“Neither can he,” Sirius joked.

“Hey, I’m no dating type either,” Remus said, opening his arms to show himself off.

“That’s true,” James nodded.

────── ☾ ──────

“Whatcha up to?”

You gasped as you turned toward your dormitory door to see your Sirius and Remus leaning against either side of its frame.

“How did you two get in here?” you asked.

“I just waited ‘till a girl walked by and worked my staple Sirius charm,” Sirius smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you shouldn’t be flirting with other girls now, right?”

“Didn’t even think about it, I was too preoccupied with getting in here and seeing you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

“So,” Remus interrupted, repeating: “what are you up to?”

“Folding laundry,” you said, “really nothing interesting.”

“Where are your dormmates?”

“Um, I think Liyana and Izzy are in Hogsmeade with their boyfriends, and Madeline is on temporary leave because one of her parents got sick and needed some aid,” you responded.

“Do you know when Liyana and Izzy will be back?” Remus asked.

“Why, you interested?”

“In you? Always,” Remus said, stepping closer to you.

“They left about ten minutes ago,” you said, “so I’d say they won’t be back for a while.”

“Is that right?” Sirius said, encroaching upon your personal space and pushing your shoulders until you fell back on the mattress.

You laughed at the haste of it as Sirius hoisted one knee up onto the mattress next to your hip. “Somethin’ funny?”

“We told the group like two hours ago,” you said, “which means this has technically only been official for that long.”

“And?” Remus asked.

“‘S just funny, is all,” you answered, “you guys are so needy.”

Sirius leaned down and bit your earlobe before he whispered, “don’t look like this, and maybe we wouldn’t be so fucking needy.”

When you inhaled a sharp breath in response to his words, he took the opportunity to capture your lips, kissing you so intensely that it pushed your head further into the mattress.

“You ready to take two of us at once, hm?” Sirius breathed as he kissed down your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt.

You gasped when he ran a finger down your underwear, your wetness soaking through the fabric as he teased you.

“Knew you’d have some kind of threesome kink,” you joked.

Sirius only moaned to show he heard you, but he never detached his lips from your neck.

“Pads, take your pants off,” Remus said as he reached underneath Sirius and pulled your underwear clean off of you.

Sirius stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, and Remus grabbed the waistband of your skirt.

“No, leave that,” Sirius said, undoing his belt.

“Why? It’s gonna be in the way.”

“It’s hot, leave it.”

Remus looked at your skirt, and then back to Sirius, who was now completely naked, “it’s bright fucking yellow.”

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s still a skirt, jackass.”

“Instead of watching your dick go into her, you’d rather look at a bright yellow skir-“

“Oh would you just shut the fuck up?” Sirius shot back, “leave the damn thing on her, would you?”

Remus let go of your waistband and threw his hands up. “Fine. You win, this time.”

“Thank you,” Sirius sighed, walking over and standing in front of you once again, “can you move back for me?”

You shifted yourself backward until your entire body was on the mattress beneath you.

Sirius walked around the bed until he was near your face, and he climbed on the bed so that he was seated beside your head, his cock visible in your left peripheral vision.

Remus slammed onto his chest between your legs, giving Sirius a look as he flipped your skirt up onto your stomach. “Woulda been nice if that wasn’t in the way,” he mumbled.

“What was that now?” Sirius challenged, but the conversation was cut off by the sound of the moan you let out as Remus’s mouth attached to you.

The moment your mouth opened to make the noise, Sirius leaned over your head, making his body perpendicular to yours, and he pushed his cock into your mouth.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion. Sirius stroked your hair and whispered “easy, baby, just tap me if you need me to get up.”

Sirius stopped moving to allow you time to adjust to him, and after a few moments, you swirled your tongue around his length, signaling that you were ready.

Sirius began to slightly grind his hips, pushing his cock in and out a few inches, allowing you to suck him off without you even having to move.

Remus continued to taste you in his usual skilled way, causing you to squirm, but any movement interrupted Sirius’s rhythm, so you fought to stay still. It was not easy.

“Good fucking girl,” Sirius moaned.

Your moans were modified by the sound of Sirius down your throat, which only encouraged Remus to elicit them even more.

He inserted two fingers into you, scissoring them gently to add onto the pleasure. You whined around Sirius's cock, the vibrations adding onto Sirius's pleasure.

"You can't stay quiet, can you?" Sirius laughed, almost at your expense.

You moaned in response.

Remus began to flick his tongue even faster on your clit, knowing that it often brought you extremely close to climaxing. One of your hands shot down to the back of his head, holding him in place as you began to lightly grind your hips to add to the friction.

"That's it, dollface, use him," Sirius moaned, his eyes unable to look away from the sight of your hips circling upward into Remus's face.

You tried to say that you were going to come, but Sirius refused to move.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Remus teased, immediately resuming tasting you and drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

You nearly screamed around Sirius as you came, Remus slowing down his tongue until your thighs finished shaking. You were so lost in pleasure, while still trying to be good for Sirius, so you didn't even realize that you hadn't let go of Remus's hair.

"I gotta get up at some point here, baby," Remus said.

Sirius finally pulled out of your mouth and allowed you to look down, where you saw Remus still between your legs, gazing up at you. You uncurled your fingers, and Remus smiled at you.

"Sorry," you said.

"Don't be," Remus said, launching himself up onto his arms and leaning over to kiss you.

You thought he was just going to give you one kiss and then get up, which is why you gasped when you pulled away, opened your mouth, and Remus immediately stuck his tongue into your mouth, inviting you into a deeper kiss than you were ready for.

Remus took a turn at intertwining his fingers through your hair, pulling your head up a bit in order to hold your head close against his.

He pulled away, still holding your head, and took in the sight of your swollen lips and lust-blown eyes.

You were so cock drunk and completely consumed by lust that you didn't feel like you were entirely in your body. You looked at Remus, your eyelids hooding part of your eyes, and gazed up at him.

"You ready for us?" Remus asked.

You leaned into the hand holding your hair. "Mm."

"Yeah? You wanna be fucked by two of us at the same time?" he egged you on.

"Please," you whispered.

You didn't even notice Remus's hand become replaced with Sirius's until he forcefully turned your head to the side, keeping you in the proper position to look at him.

"Ask for it," Sirius said.

"M-mm," you protested.

"Ask for it, or we won't give you what you want," he threatened.

Because you wanted this, because you liked it when they were like this, and because you knew you could say no and stop anything at any time, you replied: "Sirius and Remus, I want you to fuck me at the same time. Please fuck me at the same time."

"Oh yeah? How do you want it, hm? We aren't really clear," Sirius taunted.

"I want both of you in me," you said, your voice low.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Beg for it."

You blinked a few times to ground yourself before taking a deep breath. "Please, Siri, please."

"I don't know, Moons, what do you think? I'm not entirely convinced."

Remus tapped his finger to his chin and tilted his head to the side. "I don't think I am either. She must not really mean it."

You shifted yourself out from underneath Remus and backed up until you were in your own space. You maintained eye contact with both of the boys as you climbed off of the bed, stood tall, and slowly began to sink down to your knees.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed and Sirius stood next to you, watching as you placed your palms on the carpet and crawled toward Sirius.

Looking up at him as sultry as you could, you said, "please, sir, I need you both to fill me up. Please."

You could see how hard Sirius was breathing. "Get up."

Instead of standing, you moved your hands from the floor to Sirius's legs, and maintained eye contact as you teased him by getting closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

"I said get up."

You loved the way things were going, but there was something you knew you could do to make things even more hot and intense. You could give it back to him.

"Make me."

Sirius and Remus stared at you for a full five intense, long seconds before anyone moved. You could hear nothing but everyone's heavy, needy breathing.

Sirius leaned down and hooked his hands under your arms, hoisting you up almost effortlessly and basically throwing you into Remus.

Remus leaned back and held you above him, your arms finding their way onto the mattress on either side of his head to hold you up.

"Spread your legs wider," Remus instructed.

"Or what?" you teased.

Remus slapped your ass and said, "spread your fucking legs wider."

That tone was not to be disobeyed. You did as he said.

You could sense that Sirius was standing directly behind you, even if you couldn't see him. He confirmed he was there by lightly running the tips of his fingers down your back and onto your ass.

Remus gripped his length and lined himself up with you. You nodded down at him to signal that you were ready for him, and he began to push himself into you.

Given the heat of everything, you prepared to Remus to slam his entire cock into you at once, but instead, he pushed barely even just the tip in before pulling right back out.

"Wh-"

You were cut off by the feeling of cold wetness directly on your ass. Sirius used the lubricant to rub himself off as he looked at you, and put a little onto you to tease you around your hole.

You knew that Remus and Sirius must have been communicating with one another somehow, even if only via looks, because the moment you stopped feeling Sirius tease you, Remus began to push into you again.

It was incredibly slow, almost as if he was fighting to move as slow as he possibly could. He was intentionally trying to torture you.

You collapsed onto him, the feeling too much since you were so wet, and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. His grip on your hips was bruising as he committed to the slowness, that is, until he was fully inside of you.

Instead of pulling mostly out and the pushing back in, the way he usually did, he pulled out only a little, and pushed back in hard. So hard that your entire body jolted with each brutal hit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered into his shoulder.

Suddenly, Remus stopped.

He stayed inside of you, but completely stilled himself.

You lifted your head to look at him, and at that moment, you felt the tip of Sirius’s cock at your backside.

Sirius leaned forward briefly to say, “if anything is too much, you tell me, alright, baby?”

You nodded your head.

Sirius began to push his tip inside of you, and you gasped and dropped your head. Remus grabbed your hair and pushed it out of your face, holding either side of your face so that he could see your reactions.

“Dude, would you not move her, please?” Sirius said.

“Didn’t do it in purpose,” Remus responded.

“Just stay still,” Sirius said.

“I’m not trying not to st-“

Sirius reached down and gently gripped Remus’s balls, then smacked your ass. “Stay fucking still,” he barked.

Remus stopped protesting.

Sirius tried again, moving arguably slower than Remus. You focused on your breathing, and when he was about halfway in, he checked to make sure you were okay.

When you said yes, he continued, until he was bottomed out inside of you.

He stayed there until you told him you were okay, even though it was several seconds of you breathing and adjusting. Both boys remained patient until you looked back to Sirius and said “‘m good, someone please move.”

Sirius nodded toward Remus, allowing him to move first since that would be easier for you.

Remus began to move progressively faster until he found a steady pace, not as harsh and animalistic as his usual, but still steady. Enough to feel like a proper fucking, but not enough to move you away from Sirius.

“‘M gonna fuck you now,” Sirius said.

“Please, fuck, yes,” you barely got out through staggered breathing and high-pitched moans.

Sirius growled before he began to slowly move as well. It was a few moments of uncomfortableness, but when it subsided, the pleasure grew immensely.

You whipped your head up, looking between the two boys as you said, as confidently as you could: “I thought you two said you were gonna fuck me.”

There wasn’t a moment of pause for them to process. There wasn’t progression to intensity. It was a flip switch, a moment of heat, something snapping in both of the boys. Whatever was holding them both back died in an instant.

Sirius grabbed your hips, and Remus held onto his hands. Both of them began to grind their hips into you, working to keep you still so that they could both comfortably thrust at the same time.

You nearly screamed as you folded over and resting your head on Remus’s collarbone. You weren’t able to hold yourself up with how hard they were both fucking you.

Sirius slapped your ass hard, causing you to grab onto Remus to keep yourself from completely melting.

“I- can’t- gonna come- gonna come- please,” you pleaded, your voice so loud and high you weren’t even sure if they could understand you.

“Fuck, if you come I’m gonna come,” Remus growled.

You were already squeezing him so hard that he came at that moment, the first time he’d ever come before you.

The feeling of his come shooting inside of you brought you to your own end, and you came hard, completely falling on top of Remus, who was still inside of you.

Sirius held your hips in position for him as best as he could as he snapped his hips against you, pulling out at the last minute and releasing onto your backside.

Remus, sweaty and breathing heavy, swung your bodies around so that your back was laying on the mattress. Then, and only then, when you were comfortable, did he pull out of you.

Remus and Sirius, both with their chests heaving, high fived.

Remus pulled his wand out of his pants that were discarded on the floor, and with a simple wave, between your legs was cleaned up and dry.

“What the-“

“Figured it was about time to use that spell,” Remus giggled.

“I didn’t know there were sex spells,” you spoke, your voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.

“We’re gonna have a so much fun,” Remus said, jumping onto the bed and causing you to laugh.

Sirius then sat on the other side of you, leaning his back against the headboard.

You wiped sweat-soaked hair from your forehead and shifted to lean your head on Sirius’s thighs.

“You don’t wanna take a shower?”

“No,” you said, “I wanna lay right here with you two.”

You watched both boys relax their muscles. “Whatever you want.”

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You moved to sit down at the breakfast table, right in the spot you knew Remus and Sirius left for you. Why else would they leave just enough space between them?

You smiled at them both as they both took turns kissing your cheeks.

“You guys are insufferable,” James joked.

“Speak for yourself,” you said, gesturing to the way James was pressing his entire body against Lily, while also holding her hand.

“So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hogsmeade later?” Dorcas offered.

“Hell yeah.”

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He was avoiding you. It was obvious to everyone.

It wasn't like Sirius was your best friend in the world, but you were still close. Then he kissed you. You hadn't heard from him since.

After everything Remus had told you before you and Sirius had kissed, you knew that something was up. It was the only explanation. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong. Whatever this was, it was all Sirius. You didn't want to pry, so you decided to let him come to you whenever he was ready.

But it had been weeks.

In the meantime, you had your fair share of fun with Dorcas and Mary. You told them it was unfair that you had sex with a woman alone once and that it was Marlene, and they worked to rectify it.

Evan was still ravenous any time he was near you, and spent five full days seeking you out between every period, after class, and even sometimes first thing in the morning. You sometimes returned the favor, but only when he wanted it. He was happy to stay in between your legs for hours.

And of course, there was Remus. He hadn't been elaborate about pursuing you, but you oftentimes went to him first when you were feeling experimental or particularly needy. Remus was your first, and you were tethered to him in a way you couldn't explain.

But even he couldn't justify Sirius's avoidance. You could tell that something caused contention between the two of them, but they were best friends, and Sirius hadn't pulled away from him.

You felt like you ruined the group. Like you caused the drama- like you were the problem, no matter how many people told you that wasn't true.

What bothered you the most, other than Sirius avoiding you, was the fact that everyone acted as if they knew why, and just didn't want to tell you. You had interrogated Remus quite a few times, but he acted nonchalant every single time. Any time you asked someone how he was doing or why he was still not talking to you, they would just shrug and change the subject.

You had had enough.

You sat cross-legged on Sirius's bed, making sure your skirt still covered you. He took significantly longer than you anticipated to get back to his dorm, since he had last-minute Quidditch practice and you had no idea. But you knew that he had to come back to his dorm. Eventually.

The moment the door swung open, James spotted you on his bed, and immediately turned around. He pushed past Sirius as Sirius noticed you, and tried to do the same.

James, now behind him, pushed him into the dormitory and slammed the door shut.

Sirius tried to pry it open, but James was standing on the other side, pressing it shut. Sirius took a deep breath and dropped his head before walking over to his desk and dropping his Quidditch bag, completely ignoring you.

“Be back in like an hour!” James called, giggling as you heard his footsteps dissipate.

You waited for him to turn to you, but he never did. He just pretended to go through his bag for a frustratingly long time.

"Sirius?"

No response.

"Talk to me, Sirius."

No response.

You shot upward and got in his personal space.

"Sirius."

"What."

"The fuck do you mean what? You haven't spoken to me in weeks."

"Whoops."

"Siri, c'mon." You dropped the nickname, hoping it would help your case.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Siri?"

"Stop."

"Then talk to me, Siri."

Sirius took a deep breath and flared his nostrils, turning to you and looking at you for the first time. "What."

You threw your hands up. "You've been avoiding me, as you know."

"Mm.”

"Don't you think I deserve to know why?"

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Yeah, okay," you rolled your eyes.

"Okay," he repeated in the same tone you used.

You were frustrated, and annoyed, and your confidence faltered as your voice cracked in sadness that you ruined something as you asked, "did I do something wrong?"

Your vulnerability shone through, and it caused Sirius's features to soften. He watched your eyes soften as you nearly cried. You had spent weeks mulling over why Sirius was avoiding you, and you couldn't think if anything wrong that you did, unless maybe you really were that bad of a kisser. Yeah, you had gained a ton of confidence recently, but you weren't made of steel all of a sudden. Around Sirius, you were still that younger little girl who blushed whenever he looked in her direction.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, shit," Sirius said, running his fingers through his hair.

You sniffled to hold back the tears. You were fighting with every cell in your body to appear strong. "Then what is it? Please tell me. Please."

Your voice completely broke on the final word, and tears spilled from your eyes, despite your refusal to acknowledge them.

Sirius immediately pulled you into his arms, holding your head against his chest. "You did nothing wrong," he assured you, "nothing at all. I did."

You pulled away to look up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I fucked up."

"No you didn't," you sniffled, "because we kissed? Why would that be bad?"

"It wasn't, it wasn't," he said, lightly stroking your hair, "that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" your anger was coming back a bit, "because I seem to be the only person you're avoiding, and that's the only thing that's happened between us."

Sirius let out a deep breath. "Y/N, please."

You stepped backward and pulled away from him. "Do you regret inviting me in? Is that what it is? Are you guys planning on kicking me out or something?"

"No, we would never-"

"Or maybe you're just upset about Remus. Is that it? You acted weird when I came to breakfast with bruises. Are you just jealous of Remus and taking it out on me? Huh?"

"I am jealous of Remus," he admitted.

"And you're punishing me for it?"

"I'm not jealous of Remus because he's Remus," Sirius said, "I'm jealous of Remus because of how you are with him."

You knew what he meant. You weren't stupid enough to not acknowledge or know that you had one hell of a connection with him. "So you're mad at me because you wish you had someone to give you what Remus and I have?"

Sirius stared you dead in the face. He was so tired of fighting it.

"I'm mad because I want what you and Remus have, with you."

"All you had to do was say so, and I would have fucked you. That's, like, the whole point of this."

"No-" Sirius threw his hands up and paced. He was trying to figure out how to say the words he'd never thought he would have to, or want to, say.

You watched him run his fingers through his hair again as he looked at you and forced himself to speak. "I don't mean I want you just to fuck you, Y/N, I want you."

You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. His eyes were almost pleading, hoping that he wouldn't be facing rejection.

"Oh," was all you could say. You were in shock.

"Yeah."

You both just stared at one another. Each moment felt like an eternity. Neither of you knew what to say or do.

"How long?"

"What?" Sirius asked.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" you asked, your voice small and quiet.

Sirius shrugged, "in sixth year, well, fifth year for you, James was trying to show us someone in Hufflepuff he hooked up with. It wasn't you, obviously, but we thought you were who he was pointing at, cus the actual girl was like two seats to your right. You looked up and caught me looking at you, and you turned bright red."

You nodded your head slightly and chuckled in disbelief. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No."

Your laugh of disbelief died there.

"You mean to tell me you've been noticing me this entire time?"

"Mhm."

"So- but you signed me up to fuck your friends?"

"I still wanna fuck you, don't get it twisted,” he chuckled. That was the Sirius you knew.

"But-"

"I noticed you before this, Y/N, but it's different actually knowing you. I didn't think you fucking Remus would make me feel like this until I actually met you and got to know you."

"So this is all because I'm fucking Remus?" your heart still couldn't process what your brain understood.

"No, Y/N, for fucks sake, this is all because I've never fallen for somebody before and I don't know how to fucking act. I don't even know how to fuckin' be around you."

Sirius seemed to immediately realize what he said, because his breathing hitched in his throat as he stared at you.

You couldn't breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, Sirius pleaded, "please say something," so quiet that you almost didn't hear it.

"I don't know what to say," you admitted.

Sirius sighed in disappointment, assuming he was getting rejected. "I'm sorry, forget I said anything-“

He turned to try to leave again, but you said "Sirius, wait," and ran up to him, grabbing his arm and trying to spin him back toward you.

He turned to face you, but kept his head up, looking forward instead of at you. He couldn't handle looking you in the eyes as you rejected him.

"Sirius, look at me."

He refused. You touched the side of his face, stroking his cheek lightly with your thumb. "Please look at me."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No, Y/N, you don't get it, I can't just fuck you and leave it there, and that’s how this is supposed to work, but I just-“

Sirius sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands.

You knelt down in front of him. You gently moved his hands away from his face, and he looked at you, eyes glassy as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“There’s this tether between myself and Remus that I don’t think I can ignore,” you said. You knew it might hurt him, but it was better to be honest if things were hard already.

Sirius interpreted your words in his own way. “Is that what’s holding you back?”

You paused for a moment. “Holding me back from what?”

“Could I have you if I shared you with Remus?”

You were visibly taken aback by his question.

“I can see it in your eyes, Y/N, you can say whatever you want, but you can’t lie to me, not really. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You couldn’t.

He knew you couldn’t.

“I’ve liked you forever,” you admitted.

“You still blush when I look at you,” he smiled.

“You’ve never looked at me the way you are right now.”

“I have. You just didn’t know what it meant until now.”

Your breath hitched in a light gasp. “Sirius-“

“Please just tell me how you feel,” he said, “and if you say you feel nothing, even if I know it’s not true, I’ll shut the fuck up and leave it be.”

You had to be honest with yourself, and with what you’ve always known and always felt. “I have feelings for you.”

Before Sirius could smile too big, you said, “but I can’t ignore whatever this connection is with Remus.”

Sirius took a deep breath to contemplate his words. “I can share. Remus and I share everything anyway.”

“What about the rest of the group?”

“I really don’t care about the rest of the group.”

You took a second to contemplate your next move. Having Sirius Black to yourself seemed too good to be true. Sirius was always the one you assumed you wouldn’t have a shot with, but if your conversation with Remus taught you anything, it was that Sirius’s reputation wasn’t all too accurate.

Remus. What would he think? You wouldn’t be exclusive with him, but would he get bored of you? Would he be angry that you and Sirius broke the rules, and not want you anymore?

“We have to talk to Remus, obviously,” you said.

Sirius’s head shot up as he looked to your face, contemplating the weight of your words. We. His eyes flickered back and forth between yours desperately as he studied your face. “Are you saying yes?”

Your train of thought was going too far off the rails to even comprehend what he said. “Then we’d have to tell everyone else, but definitely Remus first. And-“

Sirius grabbed your face, his hands on either cheek as he shook your attention back to him. “Are you saying yes.”

You took a deep breath. You’d gotten the sexual experimentation you’d needed. You cared for the rest of the group, but definitely not the way you cared for Remus or Sirius. Sitting there, Sirius holding your face, eyes glassy thinking you didn’t want him, you knew you’d be a fucking idiot to deny him. This is all you’d ever daydreamed of when he would catch your eye from the corner of the room.

“Yes.”

Sirius took one quick moment to smile before he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. Your knees shifted against the carpet as you held onto Sirius’s arms. He moved a hand to the back of your head, holding you even closer to him as his lips molded with your own.

You pushed yourself off of your knees, maintaining the kiss as you stood in front of him, his legs spreading apart as he moved to grip your waist.

He pulled away briefly. “I really, really want you to know how much you mean to me,” he said through static breaths, “but I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now.”

You pushed a piece of his hair behind his ear. In a near whisper, you said, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me. We have time.”

“We have time,” he repeated, more to himself than to you, so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

You waited for him to process before you made another move. He searched your eyes with his own.

Seemingly in an instant, Sirius realizes the emotional strife was out of his system, but the physical wasn’t. His demeanor shifted as he said, “I wanna fuck you so hard that you forget Remus exists.”

You felt your core pulse at his words. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you onto his lap. He moved his lips close to yours, but instead of kissing you, he continued to whisper, “you wanna be mine? I’m gonna fucking make you mine.”

“Sirius-“

He didn’t let you speak. He pressed his lips to yours in the most intense kiss you’d experienced yet, his dominant hand gripping your jaw to hold you in place. His other hand grabbed your ass, pressing you down into his lap as he bucked his hips lightly.

Your skirt fanned out onto his stomach, meaning the bulge in his pants pressed directly against your underwear. You could feel yourself soaking through them as the lengthy bulge bucked between your folds.

Sirius’s fingers were so tangled in your hair that you didn’t think he would be able to ever let go. He groaned as he slapped your ass harshly, and you felt the intensity of the moment, taking a chance to gently catch his lower lip between your teeth.

You pulled away lightly, releasing his lip as he looked up at you with lust-blown eyes. “Now where did my innocent little Y/N learn to do that, hm? Remus?” he smirked.

“I’ve never done that to Remus,” you shrugged as if the conversation was casual.

“Oh really?” Sirius smiled, gripping your face with both hands and pushing you even harder onto his bulge, “savin’ some things just for me? Wish you saved yourself for me,” he admitted.

“You kinda scared me,” you admitted back.

Sirius tilted his head like a puppy. “I scared you?”

“Mhm.”

“How so?”

You flushed with embarrassment. “Thought you’d be too rough with me. Didn’t know how much I’d want that.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Too rough, huh? Is that what you want?” He slapped your ass again, moving your hips against him, causing you to gasp, “you want me to be rough with you, huh? Show you what I’ve been wantin’ to do to you this whole time?”

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Please, Siri, be rough with me.”

Sirius harshly pulled your face down to his, kissing you again as he, without warning, ripped the fabric of your underwear to expose where he was grinding against.

You squealed and pulled away. “Sirius!”

“What?” he shrugged like nothing had happened.

You stood up, and he pouted, but you could see the concern in his eyes. You quickly pulled your skirt down and discarded the ripped fabric of your underclothes, taking residence on top of him again. You saw his breathing relax when you returned. “I had to get up to take my skirt off anyway!”

Sirius threw his hands up next to his head. “They were in my way.”

“You literally still have your pants and boxers on.”

Sirius smirked. “Y’know, you could help with that, babydoll.”

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t deny him- he was just so charismatic. Even painfully horny and having just confessed his romantic love for someone for the first time, he laid there with his hands behind his head as you unbuttoned his pants as if he was the sexiest being alive. He kinda was.

You knelt in front of him, trying to unclothe him. You, of course, nervous from trying to maintain the intensity of the moment, could not get his pants fully unbuttoned. Your fingers fumbled with the final button.

“Fucks sake,” Sirius said, doing it for you and removing both his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free directly in front of your face.

You choked on a gasp and coughed.

Sirius didn’t move, he just sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his leaking cock, your brain wondering how the fuck you were possibly supposed to suck him off without suffocating.

“Remus is bigger, hun, if you can fit him, you can fit me,” Sirius assures you, worried that you were panicking.

“Remus is… skinnier,” you said.

Sirius laughed. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

You looked up at Sirius, then back to his impressive length. You wrapped your hand around him, and he bit his lip to keep himself from losing control immediately. You began to stroke him, looking up at him through hooded lids as you licked his tip.

He threw his head back, but quickly reset, not wanting to miss a moment of watching you take him in your mouth.

You sank down onto him, doing your best to keep your cheeks hollow to accommodate for his girth. You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of a comfortable rhythm, before you began to move at a steady pace, using your hand to cover any ground that your mouth couldn’t.

You gazed up to Sirius, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes fixed directly on you. You fought to maintain eye contact, even though the angle he was sitting at made it difficult to look up so far.

“Fuck, dollface, just like that,” he moaned, using one hand to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He began to stroke your cheek with his thumb as you sucked him, the gesture so intimate and sweet during such a filthy act. You moaned in surprise at the contact, and Sirius growled in response.

“Shit, can I fuck your mouth?” he asked.

You pulled away, still stroking him with your hand as you said, “You can do whatever you want with me.”

The noise that came from Sirius’s throat was purely primal.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding tightly as the other hand positioned himself in front of you.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth and he immediately pushed himself in as far as he could, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

He pulled back out, and said “easy, bunny, relax,” before pushing back in again.

You clenched the muscles in your throat as he did it again, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You coughed and moaned around him, but kept your composure the best you could.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, “that’s it, that’s it.”

With him stilled, you were able to adjust to the feeling of him at the back of your throat, and adjust to comfortably breathing through your nose. You slackened your jaw, hollowing out your cheeks. You got yourself in a position comfortable enough that you didn’t have to move- Sirius could just fuck your mouth as he pleased.

You looked up at him and moaned around him, signaling that you were okay and he could move.

He began to push your head down, your hands bracing yourself against the mattress as he moved your head via your ponytail.

You fought like hell to look up at him, having been told several times by everyone in the group that boys liked eye contact during head, and they were right. The moment your eyes met Sirius’s, he began to fuck your mouth even faster, his pupils blowing and growing darker at the sight.

“Fucking hell, fuck,” he moaned.

You were so ridiculously turned on by the sight and sounds of Sirius, and felt confidence build from your core upwards. You reached a hand up and gently cradled his balls, squeezing ever so slightly as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, extending the word as he finally gave in and his back slammed against the mattress. His hand never left your head, but it did loosen, and you took the opportunity to take control of the pace.

You didn’t let up, but rather tried to push yourself as much as you could, sinking yourself as deep as you possibly could on Sirius. You fought through the gags, and your nose grazed Sirius’s lower stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t do that or I’m gonna fucking come down your throat,” he said.

So you did it again.

“Shit, please, I need to be in you to come,” he pleaded.

You liked hearing him whiny and desperate for you, so you held him in your throat and swallowed, constricting around him.

Sirius bucked his hips involuntarily, pushing himself to the absolute limit. It was too much for you, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Despite his leaking cock and evident need, Sirius took the opportunity to hook his arms under yours, hoisting you up to a stand.

“But-“

“I am so not ready to be done with you yet,” he said.

Sirius stood and traded places with you, forcing you onto the mattress and standing between your legs.

He pulled your shirt upwards, and you raised your arms to allow for him to remove the garment and throw it off to the side. He skillfully unclasped your bra blindly, throwing it in the same direction he had your shirt, leaving you bare naked beneath him.

“Merlin’s fucking beard,” he said, his hands roaming the newly exposed skin.

You felt yourself stiffen underneath his touch, the direct attention on your exposed body causing you to be nervous.

“Oh, baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice full of adoration, like you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen, and he couldn’t comprehend that he got to see you like this.

“You called me baby.”

Sirius met your eyes in concern. “Is that okay?”

“I like it.”

Sirius smiled and resumed staring at you, studying every curve of your body like he would never get to see it again.

As much as you appreciated the adoration, you needed some part of him inside of you, and you needed it now. You knew of one surefire way to pull Sirius back into a rough, possessive headspace. It was playing with fire, but fuck you liked the heat.

“Only Remus calls me baby.”

Sirius’s hands stopped. He slowly looked up to your face, surprise at your confidence evident on his face.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, running a hand down your entire torso, not even bothering to prep you before he roughly inserted two fingers into you, “is that right?”

“Mhm,” you moaned as Sirius began to viciously scissor and pump his fingers in and out of you, your wetness enough that you didn’t need any extra preparation.

Your hips began to swirl beneath him, and Sirius pressed his palm to your clit, adding to the immediate intensity of the stimulation.

“Only Remus calls you baby, huh?” he said, his own anger working himself up to fuck his fingers into you rougher and rougher, faster and faster, “then I guess only Remus can make you come like this too, huh? If Remus is so fucking special.”

“Fuck,” was all you could cry out.

“You’re mine, you understand that? I can call you whatever the fuck I want, baby. What are you gonna do, go cry to Remus about it? Would you rather have his fingers inside of you? Huh?” Sirius was seething as he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him with his unoccupied hand, “would you?”

“N-no,” you gasped out.

“Oh, but you seem to be so fucking obsessed with him, don’t you?” His pace was fucking ruthless, and your entire body was writhing and convulsing beneath him as you instinctively tried to escape the intensity, but he wasn’t letting up. His face was mere inches from yours, and he watched you come undone as he spoke, anger mixing with lust. “You only ever wanna have Remus make you come, huh? Don’t even know what you’re missing. You like this? Does it feel good? Because if he’s so great, I’ll just go get Remmy and he can bite you some more.”

Sirius was angry beyond the point of coming back. He needed you to disagree; he needed you to want him so bad and come so hard that you couldn’t even consider Remus.

“So good, please, I want you, just you-“

Sirius moved his hand to your throat, applying light pressure, mostly to hold you in place, rather than cut off air flow.

You knew Sirius’s anger was not only from a place of lust and longing, but a place of hurt. Sirius was never needed or wanted, and you knew he compared himself to Remus relentlessly.

“I only want you, Siri, please, wanted you for so long-“ you could barely get words out through the strangled moans and gasps, “it’s always been about you, fuck- fuck, I’m gonna- fuck, Siri, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah? Didn’t know you could come for anyone but Remus.”

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes as you writhed uncontrollably under Sirius’s harsh grasp. He curled his fingers as he pumped, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Please, please, Siri, come- gonna come- please-“

“Should I just go get-“

You cut off Sirius’s sassiness before he could say the name again. “Fucks sake, Sirius, please,” you gasped, his grip on your throat loosening when he heard your tone, “I only want you, I don’t fucking care about Remus right now, please make me come, Merlin- fuck- I need you-“

Sirius pulled his fingers out of you entirely.

Your breath was erratic and quick as you looked up at him, almost in disbelief that he had just done that. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. Your core ached and clenched around nothing.

“W- wh- I-“

Sirius dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his body shaking slightly, and you heard his sniffles and gasps from beside your head. In an instant, the walls crashed down.

“Siri?” you asked, your voice gentle and calm.

Sirius lifted himself on his arms and looked down at you, a tear still falling down his cheek.

You wiped the tear away and tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, stroking his cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you earlier. “You okay?”

“Just worked myself up a little too much, ‘m sorry,” he sniffled, “‘n you said you need me.”

“Mhm,” you smiled, “you can’t compare yourself to Remus all the time, Sirius. Two completely different relationships.”

“But you always went to him, and you never came to me, it was always him-“

“Sirius, you said it yourself, we can’t just fuck around and call it a day. It’s always been different with us, you know that,” you spoke.

“I’m just always second, and I just-“

“I shouldn’t have said only Remus calls me baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to work you up that much,” you said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he took a deep breath, “‘m sorry. I’m good, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not second, Sirius. Who’s been making me blush all this time? Take it easy, breathe. Can you lay down?” you asked.

Sirius laid out on his back next to you, and you swung a leg over his waist, straddling him despite your aching core.

You toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “Can I?”

You could see that he was about to cry again.

“Sh, sh, easy,” you said, leaning down to kiss him sweetly, “you’re beautiful, Sirius, I just wanna see you.”

Sirius didn’t fight you as you unbuttoned his shirt, your lips attached to his neck so that he didn’t have the added nerves of knowing you were watching his chest and stomach become more and more exposed each second.

You pushed his shirt open, and slowly kissed down his collarbone, then his chest, and then his stomach, lifting just before where his cock was still hard and leaking onto his lower stomach.

You looked up at him, and realized his eyes never left you.

“Are you okay?” you checked in.

“Sorry,” Sirius said, wiping his eyes one final time before he was able to pull himself back to earth, “nothing ruins the mood like my insecurities.”

You kissed him again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still in a mood. You stopped touching me at the worst fucking moment.”

Sirius snickered. “Next time, don’t be so fucking needy.” He was baiting you. You were happy to bite.

You ran your fingers across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. “Can’t help it,” you said, touching him softly and nonchalantly, “I need you bad.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you lifted your hips, positioning yourself directly above his aching cock.

“I need you so, so bad, Siri,” you said, slowly sinking down onto his length.

His hands gripped your hips violently, his knuckles nearly going white from the strength of his hold. He had been imagining what you would feel like around him for what felt like an eternity. As you sank fully down, Sirius couldn’t help but hold you there, barring you from movement.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your forehead pressing against his.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Sirius chanted like a mantra.

“Please let me move, Siri, I need to feel you so bad,” you spoke quietly in his ear.

“Fucking hell,” he said, releasing his grasp on your hips and allowing you to bounce up and down.

You still hadn’t nailed your riding technique, so it took you a few tries to get your balance right. You knew you had it when Sirius grabbed for your arm, a low moan escaping his lips as he pulled you to him.

He kissed you harshly, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of you fucking him. As good as it felt, Sirius was not okay with you servicing him and doing all the work, when all he wanted was to wreck you.

Sirius held the back of your head to maintain the kiss as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your torso to his as he began to snap his hips upward. You whined into the kiss at the sudden new angle.

“Heard you like being manhandled baby, is that right?” he spoke into your ear, your head falling into the crook of his neck, “you like it rough, huh?”

You moaned in response as Sirius snapped his hips even faster, holding your waist down so that you stayed in place for him.

“Liked you ‘cus you were so fuckin’ innocent,” he began, your entire body jolting with each thrust of his hips, “could tell from how easily I made you blush. Knew it’d be fun to wreck you. Never dreamed you’d like it so fucking much,” he slapped your ass hard, causing you to cry out into his shoulder.

“Been-“ you could barely speak, “thinking about this, you- so long.”

Sirius fucked into you faster. “Keep talkin’.”

“Siri, please, don’t make me.”

Sirius slapped your ass, not letting up on his pace at all. “Please, baby, keep fuckin’ talking.”

“Not fair,” you struggled out.

“What’s not fair,” he shot back, “is making me wait this long to feel you. Fuckin’ hell, angel, you feel so fucking good.”

Sirius slowed down, almost fully stilling before he flipped your two bodies over. He then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips upward to meet his.

You went to hoist yourself up on your arms, but he grabbed your wrists, connecting them behind your back and holding them with one hand. “Down.”

“I’m not a dog,” you challenged, “unlike some people.”

Sirius smiled, a genuine smile. You were joking with him in the middle of intense sex. It just kept getting better and better.

“Oh, shut up,” he replied.

“Are you fluffy? Like what color are you? Do you know tricks?” you taunted.

Sirius growled, leaning over you and shoving a finger into your mouth. “I said shut up.”

You sucked on his finger obediently as he rolled his hips and entered you again.

“Good girl,” he said, breathy, “you’re taking me so well.”

You whimpered into the pillow as Sirius rutted your hips into the mattress, his thrusts not fast, but hard.

“I’m gonna-“

“Not yet.”

“But-“

“Don’t you fucking come yet, you understand?”

“I don’t know how to-“

Sirius gripped your jaw, holding you down as he leaned further and further onto you, “don’t fucking come until I say so. You’re mine, listening is the least you can fuckin’ do to show it. Unless you’re not mine.”

Hook, line, and sinker. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Siri, all yours, I need you, only you-“

“Fuck,” he cried out, the loudest he’d been yet.

You fought like hell not to come, but it was difficult when the boy you’d been fantasizing about forever was fucking you ruthlessly from behind and moaning your name.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Your name sounded so sweet coming from his lips.

He smacked your ass again, watching the way the flesh moved when touched. He watched himself enter and almost exit you time and again, admiring how fell you fit together.

You felt his eyes travel up your back to your face again, where you lay wrecked, burying your face in the pillow to silence yourself.

“Uh uh uh,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hair so that your face was pressed sideways into the pillow, “let me hear you.”

“Siri-“

“Just like that, baby, sounds so pretty when you say it.”

“Please let me come, Siri,” you begged.

“Fuck, lay down,” he said, pulling out of you and tapping your hip to alert you to turn around.

You laid on your back and Sirius immediately re-entered you.

“Wanna look at your pretty face when you come for me,” he explained, leaning down to kiss you.

Despite the harsh snapping of his hips, Sirius kissed you gently, a reminder that he was still him, and you were still you, and this was still real and safe.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body fought, and was denied release a third time. “Siri, please, I’m gonna come, please-“

“Not until I say so, babydoll, you can do it,” he groaned, “need to come with you. Need it so bad.”

“Need you,” you said, “I need you to come in me, please.”

“You need me to come inside you? Hm? You need me?”

“I need all of you, please, Siri-“

Sirius moved a hand between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit as he fucked you.

Your back arched as you whimpered, the sudden contact too much to hold back anymore.

“Wanna feel you, baby, come for me.”

That was all it took.

Your high crashed over you violently, your walls squeezing Sirius intensely as you, for lack of a more descriptive term, screamed.

The constriction of your walls sent Sirius over the edge. He could have come the second you touched him, but he wanted to wait for this moment, and it was sweeter than he could have imagined.

You pried your eyes open to watch Sirius as he came, but he was focused completely on you, his pleasure being achieved from seeing yours. He leaned down to kiss you as you both caught your breath.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as if he would leave without you holding on. After a few moments, he had to physically pry your arms apart.

“Gotta pull out sometime, babydoll.”

You stuck your lower lip out in a hyperbolic pout. “Why?”

“Merlin, you are everything,” he said, smiling and kissing you one more time before he pulled himself out of you. He gazed to where your bodies had just met, and watched as some of his come spilled out of you.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, so quiet it was nearly a whisper.

You pushed sweat-slicked hair away from your forehead, stretching out your sore legs and instinctively closing your legs.

“No, no, no,” Sirius said, pushing your legs apart again, “the show isn’t over.”

You giggled as you watched him, so consumed in the sight that he was trying to not even blink.

“It feels messy, let me clean up a bit,” you said.

“Sh, I’ll obviously clean you up,” he protested, “just let me make the moment last a little longer.”

When Sirius was satisfied, he looked at your sweaty, fucked-out frame, and decided normal aftercare wasn’t enough.

“We need a shower,” he laughed.

“I don’t-“ your cheeks flushed as you weighed what you were about to say, “I don’t think I can stand.”

Sirius grinned wide, leaning down to kiss you before scooping you up into his arms. “You don’t have to,” he said, carrying you toward the bathroom.

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“I wanna talk about having sex.”

Sirius leaned back in his chair, running his hands across his thighs. Remus stayed leaning forward, elbows on his knees, and James ran his fingers through his hair, attention trained on you.

“Okay,” Remus sighed, “have you been thinking about it?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, and, I mean, I know that last week I said I wasn’t ready yet, but-“

“We didn’t pressure you, did we? We were just asking to check in and make sure you know your options, we didn’t mean-“

“You didn’t pressure me,” you cut Remus off, “I promise. I just-“ you sighed as the sentence died in your throat.

As you dipped your head, eyes trained on your fidgeting hands in your lap, the boys all exchanged looks. Sirius raised his eyebrows at James, who nodded toward Remus, signaling to Remus that he should say something. Remus, seated in the middle, turned his head to the right to look to Sirius, pushing the responsibility of breaking the silence back onto him.

“I saw-“ you could barely get the words out, and the boys’ attention focused back to you, “I saw something, and it helped me feel differently. It helped me realize that I want this.”

The boys all exchanged a quick look again.

“What did you see?” James asked.

Your cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. You couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. You swallowed hard and dropped your gaze again, evidently nervous.

“Baby, I say this with love and as gently as I can: if you can’t talk to us about sex, there’s no way to be sure you’re ready to have it,” James said, his voice soft.

He was right.

Huffing out your nerves in a short, quick breath, you forced out, “I saw Sirius a few days ago,” deep breath deep breath deep breath, “touching himself.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, his arms crossed against his chest, his leg still shaking as his casually slouched form paid close attention to every breath you took. “Yeah? When?” he asked, nodding his head upward with each word, almost in challenge.

“A few days ago, I got my usual potions timeblock free, and I knew you had that time free too, so I came to the dorms to say hi, and- you were, you know.”

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair, his arms crossing on his chest as one hand rested in front of his mouth.

“So you saw Sirius masturbating,” Remus took over, “and that made you want to have sex? How?”

“Well, he was-“ deep breath, you can say it, “moaning my name.”

Sirius, only moving his leg up and down, otherwise stagnant, barely blinked as he stared at you, his eyes darkening with each passing moment. He could barely breathe.

“Baby, please connect the dots for us,” James pleaded.

“I thought I wasn’t ready,” you started, “but when I saw and heard you,” you said, gesturing to Sirius momentarily before refocusing on the whole trio, “it made me feel really… really… I don’t know, the same way I feel when you kiss me.”

Sirius nearly lept out of the chair, but this wasn’t about him. He could control himself, even if only momentarily.

James kept looking to Remus and Sirius, a silent plea that they keep you talking. James was about as awkward with conversation as you.

“You mean horny?” Remus asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I guess?”

“Seeing Sirius masturbating made you so horny that you’re ready to lose your virginity?” Remus asked.

“Remus,” Sirius warned, fighting to keep his composure, but slowly losing.

“I mean, yeah. I think-“ you paused for a moment, “I think I wanted to do something, but I got nervous. So I just left. I wasn’t really sure how to tell you, since I had just said I wasn’t ready yet.”

“Define do something.”

Sirius wasn’t asking.

“What?”

Through gritted teeth, and a mouth still covered partially by his hand, he repeated, “define do something.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You looked to Remus and James, who knew better than to disregard Sirius’s requests or intentions when he was this worked up.

Sirius’s dark eyes were transfixed on you, refusing to let up until you spoke.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you admitted.

“Did you want to touch him? Is that what you mean?” Remus asked.

“I guess. I think it made me want him to touch me. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

Sirius didn’t move, apart from the shaking leg.

“We know you’re a virgin, Y/N, but have you ever been touched?”

You thought you’d already had this conversation, but in hindsight, it had stopped the moment you said you hadn’t had sex, and weren’t ready yet. The boys never pried further, but always allowed you to go to them when you were ready for something. They didn’t know the true extent of your inexperience.

“No.”

Sirius jolted off of his chair and began to pace back and forth behind the other two boys.

“Sirius, relax,” James said.

Sirius just growled at him in return.

“Keep it together, this isn’t about you,” James continued.

“What does it look like I’m fucking trying to do?” Sirius snapped.

“Don’t you think we’re all fucking losing it right now? Damn,” Remus said, turning back to look at Sirius is annoyance.

Sirius paused his pacing to say, “At least I’m trying to walk it off, you’re just sitting there with your dick pressed up against your jeans like it’s gonna explode.”

“Guys, for fucks sake,” James ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “please don’t be mad at me.”

“No, no, no, baby, we’re not mad,” James said, pulling you out of your own head, “you did nothing wrong. You know we’re idiots.”

“See? Look what you fucking did,” Remus shot at Sirius, gesturing toward you.

Sirius begrudgingly slumped back down into his chair. “Fuck off, she knows I could never be mad at her.” He then turned his attention to you and said, “sorry, babydoll.”

“Did I upset you?”

“No.”

“Then why are you acting upset?”

“Because it’s taking everything in me not to come over there and fuck you right now.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“Baby, do you want to have sex?” James asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Do you want to have sex right now?” James continued.

“Does- is that okay with everyone?”

“Is that okay with everyone?” Sirius repeated, “fucking hell.”

“Would you keep your fucking innocence kink in check for at least the next 20 minutes?” Remus glared at Sirius.

“I’ll do my best mom.”

“Can I come over there?” James asked you, ignoring the boys’ bickering.

You nodded your head yes.

James approached your seated frame on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you so that you were nearly eye level. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, angel.”

You leaned down slightly and captured James’s lips in a kiss, nothing you hadn’t done before.

Only this time, James wrapped his fingers through your hair to keep you in place as he stood, leaning over you until your back was against the mattress.

As the kiss heated up, James pressed his hips against yours, and you let out a small whimper. James pulled away from you, a smile growing on his face. “What, you like that?” he teased, grinding down harder on you.

You made another little noise, and James began to fully grind onto your hips, the friction of cloth between your bodies becoming an unbearably annoying barrier.

“You wanna be touched, huh?” James whispered into your ear, moving a hand between your bodies, “you ready?”

“Please,” you whispered back, the word for James and James alone, as he pulled your underwear and skirt down your legs.

Remus, from behind James, took them fully off of you and discarded them to the side.

James ran a finger slowly between your folds. “You’re already so wet, baby, shit,” he said, his voice almost more surprised than sensual.

“Sorry,” you said, your heart rate increasing and your breath shaky.

“Not a bad thing, honey,” he assured you, “usually means you like it.”

“It feels-“ you fought through the embarrassment, “really good.”

“Yeah? You want me to go faster? You want more?”

Remus sat beside you, watching the scene unfold as he stroked your hair for an added sense of comfort.

“Yes,” you said.

“Good girl,” James praised, circling your clit, and progressively moving his fingers quicker and quicker.

“Fuck,” you moaned at the sudden sensation.

Sirius remained seated, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, silently watching you come undone.

Remus leaned down and kissed you, swallowing your whines and whimpers as James slowly lifted himself off of you, sinking back down to the floor and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You squealed and pulled away from Remus, looking between your legs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna taste you, hun, that okay?”

“I mean, sure, but what does that mean-“

You went silent immediately when James ran his tongue between your folds, collecting your wetness and sucking on your clit, causing you to throw your head back.

You squirmed nonstop underneath his tongue, the sensation new and overwhelming.

“Easy,” Remus said, partially to you and partially to James, reminding him to go slow since you’d never done this before.

“Sorry baby,” James said, “you just taste so good.”

With James between your legs, looking down your body gave you a clear view of not only him, but of Sirius, who was seated directly behind him.

When you saw Sirius, you couldn’t look away. The way he was looking at you was something you’d never seen or experienced. All three of the boys looked at you in different ways, but you’d never seen Sirius with this look in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but maintain eye contact as you moaned and gasped, James’s expert tongue knowing exactly how to work you up. You decided he had his reputation for a reason.

Watching you come undone with James between your legs, and your eyes locked on his, Sirius shifted in his chair, refusing to give up control but becoming very, very close to losing it.

You threw your head back when James hit a particularly sweet spot with his tongue, and your sight landed back to Remus next to you.

You grabbed at his hair, a smile on his face as you needily pulled him down into a kiss.

“You want James to prep you?” Remus asked.

“Mhm,” you moaned.

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, but you knew you should say yes to any preparation for what would inevitably be a painful virginity loss.

James kept his mouth on you, but very slowly slid one finger into you.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, and Remus pulled away, his face still close to yours. He gently gripped your chin in his hands, keeping you in place to look at him.

James began to move his finger in and out, curling the digit every once in a while to add to the pleasure.

You could barely breathe. You just laid there, gazing up at Remus, helplessly squirming your hips, to either stop the pleasure or add to it, you didn’t know.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Remus cooed, “does that feel good?”

“More,” was all you could get out.

Remus nodded to James, who clocked it, and added another finger into you.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, three pairs of eyes on you. James’s glasses were lightly fogging up as he tasted you, his eyes peering up at you through the still-clear zones of glass, focusing completely on how you reacted to each movement of his hand and his mouth.

James, ever the awkward, goofy, muscular idiot, loved knowing that he was the one making you writhe. He griped your thighs as they instinctively closed around his head, but not to stop them, only to hold you close enough to him that you didn’t squirm away. James would happily let your legs crush him.

He began to scissor his fingers inside of you, and you let out the filthiest moan yet, your back arching as you ground yourself against James.

Remus leaned down to unbutton your blouse. You decided not to wear a bra today, despite it bothering your back, because you had hoped you would end up here. Remus attached his mouth to one of your nipples, a hand squeezing the unattended breast, adding to your pleasure.

“Shit, shit, please,” you whimpered.

“James, get up,” Sirius said, the first words since the sex started.

James turned around, his fingers still inside of you, “what?”

“She’s never had sex, coming twice is gonna be too much for her right off the bat. Get up.”

James knew Sirius was right, and he reluctantly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty as James stood up.

Remus didn’t move, but instead kissed you to help ease the sudden stopping.

“Who do you want, baby?” Remus asked, his hand on the side of your face.

You swallowed your nerves, suddenly worried that naming one of the boys would hurt the others. However, given the situation, there was really only one answer.

You looked down to Sirius, and when you caught his eyes, he immediately stood up and walked toward the bed, positioning himself over you with his knees between your legs.

“You want me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You remember seeing me touching myself and moaning your name?”

“Yes.”

“I was imagining this,” he said, slowly running his cock between your folds. You didn’t know when he stripped his clothes off, but there he was, naked above you.

You didn’t notice James and Remus strip either.

You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of Sirius rubbing himself against you.

Sirius leaned down to kiss your neck, holding his cock against you as he bucked his hips. “I was thinking about how fucking pretty you’d look and sound underneath me, and how fucking good you’d feel around me.”

“Sirius, please-“

“Sh, baby, I got you,” he said, “I’m gonna treat you so fucking good, baby, you’re gonna come so fucking hard.”

You whined as Sirius continued to kiss your neck, his cock lubricated from all of your wetness.

“Need you,” you said, so quiet he nearly didn’t hear it.

“Yeah? You need me?” he taunted, lining himself up with your entrance.

You reached around to find either Remus or James’s hand, but instead found James’s cock. You gripped it anyway, looking to pleasure him, but he pulled your wrist away.

“This is about you, angel, relax,” James said, “Rem and I can take care of each other.”

You nodded your head in understanding, and focused back on Sirius.

Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. You reached up and tucked a piece of fallen hair behind his ear. That seemed to break him, as his intense demeanor completely folded as he gave you the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. He could have cried right then and there, the gesture was so sweet and intimate.

Sirius leaned down and kissed you softly as he pushed his tip into you. Your body tensed up, and you gasped in your throat.

“Sh,” Sirius told you, pulling away and looking intensely into your eyes, pushing himself into you at a torturously slow pace until he bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you said, not to be seductive, but out of the feeling of how-the-fuck-did-you-fit-that-in-me-and-why-didn’t-you-warn-me.

Sirius dropped his head. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m sor-“

Sirius kissed you briefly to silence you. “It’s a good thing. Relax, baby.”

Your eyebrows were furrowed and Sirius watched you closely, waiting until your muscles relaxed and your breathing calmed before he began to move.

Your moans were much louder than you thought they would be, considering how slowly he was fucking you. Sirius slammed a fist down into the sheets next to your head, fighting with himself to go easy on you.

Remus, who was being sucked off by James, placed a supportive hand on Sirius’s back. “Hold it together, Pads, you got it.”

Anyone who looked at Sirius, even anyone who didn’t know him, could take one look at Sirius and know he was holding back. You felt bad, but you needed it, especially when it felt like your entire lower body was bursting into flames.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you focused on your breathing. You fought opening your mouth to tell Sirius to stop.

“Sirius, she’s hurting,” Remus warned.

You shook your head no. “Don’t stop, please, it’ll only make it last longer,” you cried.

“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t feel like-“

“The pain’ll go away, just please,” you choked, “I gotta get there.”

Sirius understood. He leaned down and licked a tear off of your cheek, straining even more to be gentle and move slowly.

“Breathe,” Sirius reminded you, “are you okay?”

“Just burns,” you said, voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

“I know, I know,” he said kissing you to help distract you.

As he continued his steady pace, the burning began to subside, and quickly turned to pleasure. As it did, you moaned into the kiss, and Sirius pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can you- fuck- can you please go faster?” you whined.

“You sure?” Sirius spoke through gritted teeth.

“Please, Siri.”

The nickname was enough for him. He began to move quicker, his head falling into the crook of your neck as one hand gripped your shoulder, partially holding himself up and partially holding you in place.

“Fuck,” Sirius moaned.

Your moans got higher as Sirius picked up the pace, and you grabbed at his back. You didn’t know what you needed, you just needed more.

“What’s up, baby?” Sirius said as you heard Remus groan, his cum squirting down James’s throat.

“More,” you whispered.

“You want more?”

“More,” you repeated.

Sirius shifted his knees, pushing your legs up higher and hitting deeper inside of you.

You nearly screamed, and Sirius wrapped an arm around your head, helping push you against him as he thrust up into you.

“Siri-“

“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” he praised.

You tilted your head to see James touching himself sat beside you, and you grabbed for his face, kissing him when he leaned down toward you.

You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

When James pulled away, he turned to Sirius, and Sirius lifted his head, hungrily kissing James as he thrust up into you, your body jolting with each hit.

Watching Sirius and James make out as Sirius fucked you, and as James fucked his fist even harder as they kissed, made you wetter and wetter.

James was decently big, but his hands were so fucking large that it didn’t take much movement to cover the length of his cock. You watched his arm muscles contract as his hand moved faster and faster. You didn’t even notice him come, or that the kissing stopped.

“Somethin’ catch your attention?” Sirius teased.

James smirked and kissed you one more time before getting up to clean himself up.

You squeezed Sirius’s cock involuntarily, approaching your climax quicker than you anticipated that you would.

“Shit, baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” Sirius moaned.

“More,” is still all you could say.

“Fuck, you still want more? Tell me what you want,” Sirius said, his eyes locked on yours.

You whined, “I want- shit- I want you to fuck me like I’m not a virgin.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” you heard Remus say from somewhere in the room.

Sirius dropped his head, still restraining himself as he tried to collect his thoughts. “Baby, I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“Please don’t hold back, Siri. I want you,” you said, desperate to feel any semblance of what it’s really like to fuck him.

Sirius searched your eyes for any doubt or regret, but he found none. He tilted his head and said, “okay then.”

Sirius grabbed your thighs and hooked his arms beneath them, pushing them upwards until you were nearly folded in half. You weren’t super flexible, but Sirius was strong. Despite your protestations, he wouldn’t fully let loose with you. Not right now. You had time.

Your legs rested on Sirius’s chest and shoulders, and as he leaned down to kiss you, he began to buck his hips again. The new angle had you moaning desperately into the kiss, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every vicious thrust of his hips.

You held onto his hair as you kissed him harder, using him to swallow your uncontrollable moans.

Grunting and breathing heavy, Sirius kissed down your jaw and stopped at your neck, sucking at a sweet spot.

You moved your hand to cover your mouth, and James grabbed your wrist, gently moving it away and holding your hand. “Let us hear you, hun.”

You couldn’t protest or agree; all you could do was lay there, writhing, moaning, and swirling your hips to give yourself even more friction. With your movements and the new angle, your core ground against Sirius with each thrust, causing your back to arch and your head to push into the pillow.

Sirius noticed.

He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek as his hand slid around one of your thighs to your core, and he began to rub somewhat gentle circles onto your clit as he breathed you in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted.

You could feel your walls squeezing Sirius, and he growled animalistic-ally in your ear at the feeling.

“Shit, baby, you gonna come?” he asked through shaky breaths.

“I think,” you said. Sure, you’d made yourself come, but you’d never come from penetration before.

“You don’t know?” Remus asked, watching you intensely.

“I- fuck, fuck, Siri- I think I’m gonna c- shit, gonna come,” you gasped out.

Sirius pounded into you harder, gripping your waist to keep you positioned slightly upward as he pulled you onto him to meet his harsh thrusts.

You squeezed James’s hand desperately as you came, your eyes also squeezing shut as your body slowly relaxed back down to the mattress.

Sirius stilled his hips, despite being close to his own high, and allowed you to catch your breath before he pulled out of you.

Remus quickly sunk to his knees on the floor next to the bed, and Sirius turned toward him, heavy breathing as he stood and tilted his head back, his fingers running through his sweat-slicked hair as he came down Remus’s throat. The sight was so pretty.

Remus rose from the ground and lightly kissed Sirius, moments before Sirius collapsed next to you in the bed.

James was already on you, scooping your frame up into his arms. You protested, thinking he couldn’t hold all of your weight, but James was ridiculously strong, somehow lifting someone your size effortlessly.

“Let’s clean you up, eh?” James asked.

You just rested your head against his shoulder, and James kissed the top of your head before walking you toward the bathroom.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius turned to Remus, smirking as cocky as ever, “I hope you guys always remember that that was because I’m just too hot to resist.”

The first time Sirius touched you, you could have sworn you saw whatever version of god there might be.

The music was blasting, Remus and Sirius's collection of muggle vinyl records spinning round and round as the holiday home bumped with the energy of almost every single student in your year drunk dancing like it was their last night alive.

You downed another one of your cups, your seat atop Sirius's lap growing more and more uncomfortable as his jeans pushed further and further into your legs.

You shifted to get comfortable, but had trouble, and apparently it went on too long for Sirius.

"Stop fuckin' squirming, you're making me hard," he whispered in your ear, gripping your hips to still you in place.

You giggled. "Am I supposed to feel bad about that?" you whispered in return.

Sirius grinned darkly. "Don't fuckin' play with me. You don't know me very well if you don't think I'll fuck you right here in front of everybody."

You met his eyes for a moment, and you could see his lust clouding them. You sat in anticipation for a moment, teasing him without doing a single thing, before you turned back to the group, saying, "I'll be right back."

Sirius watched you, his breathing slightly heavy, as you marched off to the downstairs restroom.

It took mere minutes for Sirius to follow you. He swung open the door without a care in the world.

You had wanted him to follow you, obviously, as you leaned against the sink counter with your arms crossed. "You need something, Black?"

Sirius stepped closer and closer to you until your bodies were nearly touching. "I'd say."

Sirius gripped your hips and roughly spun your body, pressing the front of your hips against the sink counter. He slapped your ass hard and said, "smartass."

"You'd be bored otherwise," you smiled.

"Get your fucking leg up," Sirius said frantically, lifting your leg until you had one knee propped up on the counter, your leg off to the side, while your other leg kept you standing.

Your skirt was short enough that it rolled up to your waist with the movement of your body, leaving your underwear exposed to Sirius.

He ran a finger along your clothed center, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips.

“Lock the door, Siri."

"Or what, hm?" he teased, pulling your underwear to the side and running a finger between your folds, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure, "everyone'll hear you in a minute either way."

"What are you doing?" you asked as he began to circle your clit with his fingers.

"I'm touching you, baby. Gonna make you come all over my fingers, hm?"

"Fuck, Siri, that's so good," you whined when he picked up the pace.

"Yeah? You like it when I touch you?"

He moved his fingers even lower, circling your entrance before inserting a finger into you. "How about this, hm?"

You just moaned in response, pressing your torso down onto the sink counter.

"Up," Sirius said, pulling your hair so that your back arched and you had no choice but to watch him in the mirror.

He made eye contact with you in the mirror, saying, "tell me how good it feels."

You blushed in embarrassment, opening your mouth to try to force the words out, but you were unable.

Sirius slowly added another finger, and said again, “tell me how good it feels.”

Whining through the words, you said, "fuck, Siri, so fucking good."

The moment you were done, Sirius picked up the pace, fucking his fingers into you quicker and quicker as you fought to keep your eyes open in the mirror.

Sirius slightly curled his fingers, causing you to cry out at the pleasure of the spot he was now hitting. "Shit, you're so fucking good at this," you gasped.

Sirius pressed his body as close to yours as he could, his arm the only thing between your bodies. He met your gaze in the mirror, and you grew even wetter as you saw the look in his eyes.

He continued to move in and out of you, your back slightly arching as your core squeezed Sirius's fingers.

"Yes, fuck, right there," you moaned, and Sirius began to move his hand even faster.

The look in his eyes darkened, and the lust was filled with determination and neediness. Every time you praised him, he got hotter and hotter. He clearly liked it.

"Siri, you're so fucking good at this, I'm gonna come," you moaned, trying to sound as seductive as you could.

"Yeah? You gonna come already?"

Feeling how hot and vigorous he became from just a little praise was pulling you closer and closer to the edge. "Can't help it," you whimpered, "so fucking good."

Sirius started to hit your sweet spot, causing whines and moans to fall from your lips uncontrollably.

"That's it, baby, let me hear you."

You nearly screamed as you came. Despite Sirius's attempts to pleasure you to the point of moaning loud enough that everyone heard you, but the music and dialogue was loud enough that you doubted anyone heard you.

Sirius pulled his fingers out of you, guiding your leg back down to the floor slowly and gently. He continued to stare at you in the mirror as he put his fingers in his mouth, tasting you and humming in satisfaction.

"You're sweet," Sirius said, turning your head to kiss you, "gonna need to taste you again soon."

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Despite your heated bathroom fingering, you and Sirius only fucked once or twice the rest of holiday, and returned to Hogwarts with the rest of the group. Though Sirius didn’t care if people were around, you did, and it was hard to be hot and heavy when your friends were always around.

Your friends, specifically.

Because Sirius didn’t care if people you didn’t know were around.

Horny and desperate from the lack of sex, Sirius decided that he had enough of waiting until you were alone.

“What’re you doing?” you whispered, leaning into Sirius as his hands toyed with the hem of your house-colored skirt.

He shushed you, turning back to your professor, “pay attention, we’re in class, damn.”

“But-“

Your breath caught in your throat when he fully dipped his fingers beneath your underwear, his hand and wrist disappearing beneath your skirt.

“Sirius-“

“Sh! Big exam coming up.”

“I’m gonna slap that smirk off of your face-“

You shut up quickly when Sirius plunged a finger into you without warning, hiding your emotions behind a cough.

Sirius’s smirk only grew at your reaction.

He began to pump his finger in and out, curling to add to the pleasure as you tried your best not to make a noise, or squirm in your seat and draw attention to the pair of you. You were failing miserably.

“Sit still,” Sirius whispered, his tone serious and demanding.

“In case you didn’t notice, you’re currently fingering me,” you snapped back.

“Barely,” Sirius sighed, nonchalant as ever as he added another finger, “now I’m fingering you.”

You nearly jolted off of the stool, but quickly recovered. The stool slid against the ground quickly, causing a harsh noise to echo through the otherwise somewhat quiet classroom.

“Everything okay, Y/L/N?” Your professor called out, the attention of the room turning toward you.

“Yes, perfectly fine, sorry,” you said, straining your voice to sound normal.

Sirius leaned in and whispered in your ear, “pretty fucking wet, didn’t even have to prep you. You like this, hm? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers where anyone can see? All they’d have to do is look close enough.”

“Siri-“

Sirius turned his attention back to the front of the room, completely ignoring any plea or attitude-filled look you gave him as he continued to finger you.

He was pulling you closer and closer to the edge, and closer and closer into an addiction of the feeling of his fingers inside of you.

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The moment you had gotten back to the dorms, Sirius threw you onto his mattress, crawling over you like a predator and pressing his hips against yours.

"Decency! Decency!" James yelled, covering his eyes as if he had seen something grotesque.

Sirius didn't seem to care about his friends, since he completely ignored James and started licking and sucking at your neck.

"Sirius," you hummed, trying to get his attention, "Sirius, literally everyone is looking."

Sirius tilted his head backward, and he saw James, Peter, and Remus all looking directly at the pair of you.

"Something' interesting?" Sirius asked.

"I mean, yeah," Remus shrugged, gesturing toward you two, "what's the plan, Pads, you just fuckin' her in front of us now?"

Sirius smiled. "I'd leave the room if I were you."

"It's our dorm too-"

"Peter, seriously, leave the room."

Remus started laughing. "C'mon, Peter, he'll only be like ten minutes," he teased.

Sirius threw a pillow at Remus as the boys left the room.

"You can't just kick everyone out!" you giggled.

"Oh, yes I can," he said, kissing you before moving lower and lower, taking residence nuzzled in your neck.

You tilted your head back to give him easier access to your skin, sighing in pleasure as he grinded against you.

In between kisses, and so low it was nearly a mumble, Sirius spoke into your ear, "can I touch you, sweetness?"

You smiled. "Isn't it time I return the favor?"

Sirius shot upward, looking into your eyes. He was deadly serious as he said, "no."

"But-"

"I don't want you to return the favor, I want you to scream my name and come around my fingers. I want to make you feel good, baby, please let me."

Your breath hitched in your throat. "I feel bad."

Sirius dipped his head and sighed. "Trust me, telling me you feel good is enough for me right now, yeah?"

With that, Sirius pushed your skirt high, pressing two fingers on your folds through the cloth of your undergarments.

You nodded your head yes for consent, and Sirius teased you over the fabric, running a finger between your folds and soaking up your growing wetness.

“Siri, please,” you gasped.

“I’m just not sure you want it.”

“Please touch me, Sirius, I want it so bad,” you begged.

“I just don’t know. I’m not convinced.”

You sighed in frustration at his teasing. “Please, Siri, I need you to make me come.”

“Atta girl,” he said, pulling your undergarments to the side and circling your clit softly. You let out a heavy breath that you weren’t aware you were holding in, relishing in the pleasure of Sirius’s touch.

He continued to suck on your neck as he inserted two fingers inside of you right off the bat. You moaned loudly, and Sirius grinned wickedly as he watched your face contort.

“Not expecting so much, hm?” he taunted.

“Fuck,” was all you could say as you threw your head back and ground your hips, pushing his fingers even deeper within you as you clenched around them.

“That’s it, baby, pull ‘em back in to you,” he said, “you need a little more?”

Your eyes widened. “I- don’t know if I can fit more.”

Sirius smiled. “I could fit all five if you asked, baby.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Yeah, right.”

Sirius didn’t remove his fingers from you, but stilled them. “Was that sarcasm I heard?”

You smiled, pushing some sweat-slicked hair from your face and adjusting against the pillow as you said, “you do not have small hands, Siri, I appreciate your faith in me, but there’s no way in hell you could possibly fit all five in me.”

Sirius tilted his head like a puppy. “You wanna bet?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“My fist can’t possibly stretch you out more than my cock does.”

You playfully smacked his arm. “You’re filthy.”

“Is that a no?”

“No.”

“Is that a yes?”

You stayed silent in nervousness.

“Baby, I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want. Our little bickering dynamic aside, if you don’t wanna try, then we don’t try. No big deal. I have a vivid imagination for a reason- I’ll be fine. I won’t be mad.”

You smirked. “You puttin’ words in my mouth now, Black?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows.

You shifted your hips to try to get any sense of friction, but Sirius wasn’t giving in. He tsked, meeting your eyes with intent. “What am I doin’, baby.” It wasn’t a question, but more an invitation to say yes or no.

“You wanna fuck me with all five, then do it. A girl can’t lay here forever.”

Sirius smiled. “Just gimme a solid yes first.”

“Yes, Merlin’s sake, Sirius, do it, please.”

Sirius resumed his movements, curling his fingers slightly before moving them in and out again.

His face close to yours, he watched your reaction as he very slowly added a third finger.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re wet enough for this already, huh?” he teased.

“Mhm,” you moaned, “all for you.”

Sirius groaned as he leaned down to kiss you, the muscles in his arm flexing as he fucked you with his fingers.

You pulled away briefly to whisper, “more.”

Sirius moaned at the word, your back arching and his eyes on you as he stilled, then slowly inserted a fourth finger into you.

Your brows furrowed as you held your breath, waiting until you felt him stagnant to cry out at the stretching.

Moving slowly, Sirius said, “y’know, when I had you all spread open at that party, watchin’ how you felt when I added another finger, I thought fuck, she’d fucking love some more. Now, here you are, beggin’ me for it. Knew you’d look so pretty with my fist inside of you.”

You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips against his for an extra layer of intimacy as he continued to stay slow, letting you adjust to nearly his entire hand. He had moved quickly, and now was giving you time to get used to it.

Your moans became higher and higher pitched, your eyes fighting to open as your body completely gave herself over to Sirius’s mercy.

You began to grind your hips in slow, tight circles, moaning even louder at the extra pleasure it gave you.

“Merlin, Sirius, you feel so fucking good,” you moaned, “so fucking good.”

“Yeah? You want more?” Sirius breathed out.

“Please, please,” you whimpered, “need more, please.”

“Open wider for me, angel.”

You hadn’t even realized you were pressing your legs against his arm as you pried your legs apart, spreading them as far as you comfortably could.

Both you and Sirius looked between your bodies to where he inserted the last finger, your head slamming back against the pillow as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” Sirius said, eyes trained to the site.

“Holy shit,” you gasped.

Sirius growled. “I fucking love being right.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Not very nice,” he pouted, moving his fist inside of you ever so slightly and then stopping again.

“Not fair,” you breathed through shudders.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded.

“Full,” you admitted.

“Yeah? You like it when I touch you and fill you up?”

You nodded your head, your chest rising and falling less and less as you caught your breath.

“Move, Siri, please,” you said, and Sirius started off slowly again, giving you time to adjust to a pace before quickening it.

“Yes, fuck, right there,” you moaned, and Sirius moved slightly faster.

The transparency of his need to be told he was doing a good job was dangerously hot.

“Good boy,” you whimpered.

Sirius dipped his head and took a deep breath like he couldn’t believe what you just said, his fist instinctively fucking you even faster in appreciation.

“You’re making me feel so good, Siri.”

He couldn’t help it. He moved even faster.

You cried out at the pace, your hands holding onto Sirius’s arm as his muscles flexed in a consistent rhythm.

“Keep talking,” Sirius pleaded, pressing his hips against the side of your thigh and bucking, chasing his own high.

“I love the way you touch me, Sirius, please don’t stop.”

Sirius moved even faster, pushing as deep into you as he could possibly go.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” you said, moans so loud you were nearly screaming.

“Yeah? You admit I was right?”

Your back arched into his touch. “Yes, fuck, you were right, Sirius, you were right, you feel so good.”

Sirius was rubbing himself against your leg desperately, his hips moving in tandem with his hand, which was moving expertly fast.

“Shit, shit, Siri,” you gripped his bicep, unable to control yourself or your movements as you squirmed beneath him.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he egged you on, feeling you squeeze around him.

You kissed him to keep your moans at bay as you came, Sirius quickly pulling his fist out of you so that he could see the arousal leak out of you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he said, looking at his hand, which glistening with your juices.

Sirius quickly reached inside of his trousers, using the hand that was inside you moments ago to touch himself to completion in a matter of seconds.

You giggled. “You must really be into me, huh?”