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It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.

You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.

Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.

“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”

You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.

“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.

Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,

“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.

“O-okay come in.”

“Come in what?”

“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.

“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”

He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.

“Whatcha watching kiddo?”

“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.

Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,

“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”

Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”

Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.

“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.

“S-stop please.”

Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.

“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.

You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,

“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.

Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.

It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.

“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.

“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”

“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.

Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,

“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,

“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”

“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.

“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.

“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”

He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.

“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,

“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.

Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.

“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.

“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”

Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.

“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.

Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.

“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.

Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”

“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.

The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.

“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”

You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.

Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.

A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.

“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.

“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.

Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.

He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.

Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.

“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”

Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.

“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”

He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.

“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“

White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.

“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”

Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.

He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,

“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”

Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.

“Stick out your tongue baby.”

You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”

You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.

“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”

You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.

Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours

“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”

Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.

Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.

He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.

You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,

“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”

Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.

Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.

“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”

His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.

“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”

You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.

Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.

You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.

He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.

“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”

He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.

Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”

You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”

“Of course, si–Of course. We’re on in–We’ll be ready in five, if that’s alright?” He gave the woman a curt nod, and she’d shuffled off to the stage to prepare, calling the intern tending to her to follow, a direction the boy took with palpable relief, eyes brushing her own apologetically before he hurried off.

“Hey,” The blonde’s attention was turned back to her, and he stalked forward, “Last one, alright?” He brought his hand to her cheek in comfort, though all she could think of was the ease at which he could snap her neck between his fingers without so much as blinking.

She shook herself from her thoughts, humming, and brought her hand to cup his own, leaning into his touch. “It’s alright,” At least I’m outside, she wanted to say, “Long as I’m with you, I’m alright.”

His eyes softened at her answer, and he opened his mouth to reply when the lights dimmed, catching his attention. His hand dropped to catch her own, lacing their fingers together, tightening with tension. She had to resist the urge to wince. Though entirely different in circumstance, she felt slight vindication for his fear, no matter how fleeting. She’d take what little wins she could get. 

She was pulled back to reality by the tug of his hand, and let him lead her to the couch across from the host. Fuck. Looking out at the crowd, she remembered how much she really did hate these things. Hundreds of smiling faces, millions more behind the camera, all glinting with pity–for all the wrong reasons–and cooing at the sickeningly sweet story spun for the masses to cling to with glee, without question.

There was a call of her name, “And, how are you adjusting? After what you’ve been through,” What she’s been through. She suppressed a bitter laugh. As if it was all over, as if she was safe. 

“It’s been hard, of course,” She’d rehearsed the lines in the mirror, and recited variations in numerous interviews before, “But I’m so grateful, you know,” That didn’t stop the tears that fought their way up her throat, “To have him by my side–he really is–he really,” God, the words felt like acid on her tongue, “He really is my hero.”

The crowd awed, and the host brought a hand to her chest, “How beautiful,” She caught his side eye–suspicious–and she squeezed his hand in reassurance, “The two of you–really the silver lining in an otherwise horrible happenstance.”

She laughed lightly, ignoring the burn in her chest, “I’m so grateful. I don’t know what–I couldn’t imagine what I’d do without him.” She moved to wrap her arm around his own, leaning into his shoulder. Time had conditioned the contact to feel like a sort of comfort.

The host smiled, and turned back to ask him a question, something about how he’d found her, how he’d saved her.

How had he found her? She remembered meeting him a few times before–she’d worked for the number one hero, his childhood friend–and he’d never spared her more than a cursory glance, and the exchange of brief, formal pleasantries while she sat in on their meetings, transcribing, taking notes, just doing her job. 

“Was just doin’ my job,” Ha. Ironic. “S’what heroes do.” He looked at her for a moment, softly, and she wanted to tear his eyes out, “We save people and we fuckin’ win.” He gave his signature sharp, crooked smile, and the audience roared to life, hands clapping in misguided awe and appreciation.

How had he found her? What did she have that the millions of men and women and people that wanted him–that dreamed of him–didn’t? She wished she could erase it–tear out whatever part of her had captured his attention–maybe he’d have left her alone if she’d been able to kill it.

“The determination, the grit it must’ve taken,” The host started up again, “Years of searching, it’s truly amazing how you managed to save her.” 

How had he saved her? He liked to remind her that that’s what he had done. She remembered being called into work late–a normal occurrence, but she still cursed herself for obliging that day–being met, not by her boss, but him. Maybe she would have said yes if he’d gone about it differently–if he’d taken her out on a date, brought her flowers, spoke to her softly and gently–but he wasn’t ever soft, and he wasn’t ever gentle.

“M’not a fuckin’ pussy, that’s how. I ain’t backin’ down from a challenge just ‘cause it’s hard.” Yeah. He never backed down from a challenge. Though, he never stopped to think that maybe a challenge was not a dare, not something to overcome, that maybe the challenge didn’t want to be a challenge at all. That this challenge didn’t want to be a conquest, that she wanted to be a person.

“And you,” The attention was back on her, “How strong you are,” She hated that look; everyone she met these days gave her that look, “The fear and pain you must’ve endured is unimaginable.” Well, she was half right, she supposed. 

She was stupid to think she knew pain before–she didn’t know pain–not the kind of pain she’d come to call home these past years. The type of pain that came in the form of finger shaped burns, and ugly sticky white staining the inside of her thighs. The type of pain that was loud and angry and all consuming, that bruised her hips, rubbed her throat raw, left her aching and shaking and breaking. The type of pain that took and took and took until there was nothing left of her to give–and yet, still took more.

“Hopefully there’s some consolation,” The woman continued at her silence, “That the people who did this to you–who imprisoned you–have faced justice.”

She wanted to laugh until she screamed. She’d long been disillusioned with the idea of justice. Justice. Ha. What a joke. She’d made her peace with the hand she’d been dealt. Resigned herself to what cruel fate the god she didn’t believe in had bestowed upon her. Why then, why now, had he graced her with a window to her prison? She knew why. Subconsciously, her hand fell to trace along her stomach.

“It’s…relieving, to say the least.” She forced a laugh, and caught a look she took as approval on her warden’s face. “All I want to do now is settle down, move on…” She swallowed. Come on. You’ve done this a million times. “Start our family.”

He took his arm from her grip to wrap around her shoulders, flashing a sharp smile, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” Her cheeks heated–more from annoyance than embarrassment–but the crowd awed all the same. “Strongest damn person I’ve ever met.”

Strong? That was a new one. Usually she’d get the opposite; weak, helpless, quirkless. Was she strong? She could find a million reasons to contradict the idea. Someone strong would’ve fought, would’ve kicked and screamed and cried until someone–anyone–listened to her, until she truly was free. She’d rolled over and shown her belly so easily, hadn’t she?

No. She did fight. She’d gone through all the kicking and screaming and crying she could. But the years had worn her down. She found it was easier–and less painful–to let him have his way. He could be soft when he had his way; he could be gentle when he had his way; she decided she liked it when he was soft and gentle. And so, he had his way.

Still. Someone, not her, could make the case that she couldn’t be strong at all, to go along with this farce. And to this person she’d point them to–

“The Hero Commission truly is an outstanding institution,” The universe had a sick sense of humor, didn’t it? “To keep a case like this–no leads–open so long,” The host smiled a smile with too many teeth, “We are so lucky to have the protection from such noble leaders.”

He replied, something about heroes and how great and strong and infallible they were. She was too busy fantasizing about how lovely the world would’ve been had it been turned to ash and dust all those years ago. 

Because, honestly. How bad could the villains be? If it was a hero that had imprisoned her. A hero who had stolen her from her life and raped her and impregnated her all in the name of love. How bad could the villains be if it was the heroes who kept her trapped in this joke of a life? She decided she liked villains more than heroes. At the very least, they owned up to their crimes. 

She turned to look at him, his sharp features, built like a tank, and yet, still entirely too pretty for the devastation he had wrought upon her. She couldn’t tell if he was a hero or a villain. She couldn’t tell if she hated him or if she loved him. 

“I ain’t into all that sappy shit,” He started, “But, end of the day, I’m the luckiest fucker in the world havin’ her here with me. Wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

Both? Maybe it was both. Could you hate someone you loved? Could you love someone you hated? He lifted his arm to ruffle her hair, and she decided it didn’t matter. She’d long resigned herself to this fate; what was another resignation?

“No,” She turned as the audience roared to life, “Not a single thing.”

“Home…” you murmur.

Namjoon has a protective arm around you to keep you in place. You were heavily intoxicated and he was a bit tipsy, but he understood that in order to get you home safe he couldn’t drink as much as you. 

The moon shines bright above the two of you as you both walk down the quiet road. It’s a bit chilly and Namjoon is thankful that he brought an extra scarf so that you'll remain warm in this weather. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Namjoon asks rhetorically. He knows you did - you were nothing but fits of laughter all throughout the night. You danced and swayed your hips to the music, drank with no worries in the world and smiled so sweetly at him that it caused his heart to swell.

“Yes.” you murmur, your eyelids began to feel heavy and you wanted nothing more than to be greeted with your bed soon. “The date was nice. T-Thank you.”

Namjoon hums in satisfaction.

It was your first date with Namjoon - conveniently on Valentine’s day. He had mustered up the courage to speak to you after a few months of quietly gaining up the confidence to do so - his eyes setting on you each morning as the pair of you left for work. You lived directly across from him in an apartment you shared with your mother -  a sweet lady.

Namjoon’s mind begins to recall the events of the date - it wasn’t typical as most Valentine’s dates are. Restaurants were booked to full capacity and even cafe’s appeared to be busy. You insisted karaoke was okay when he mentioned it, and thus started the date - you and him drinking while belting out lyrics like your lives depended on it. 

The karaoke bar was nearly empty and that meant that it was something special for just the two of you - just you and Namjoon. You danced and swayed your hips as the alcohol ran through your system, a wide smile on your lips. 

You were teasing him, Namjoon thinks. Teasing him with the dress you wore - a white dress that hugs you perfectly and left little to the imagination. He likes to think that you wore it specifically for him - wanting him to see just how amazing you looked in it; how perfect your ass sat in it.

Yes - Namjoon knows you teased him nonstop. In the karaoke bar when you chose that song - a song where you had to sway your hips and give him such sensual eyes. Tease him with how close you’d sit to him when the pair of you ate, how you’d touch him when he’d say a joke and you’d laugh heartily.

Even now, you continued to tease him. You leaned against his arm and held onto him so tightly that Namjoon knows you don’t want him to go. 

The apartment building was now in sight and Namjoon knows that you don’t want him to go - you seem to clench on his arm even tighter at just the thought. “You should drink some water, Y/N. It would be good for you.”

You nod in agreement, the pair of you now strolling down the hall to your apartment. You and him are in front of your door and it doesn’t strike you as odd when Namjoon already knows the code to get inside. 

Your apartment is similar to his as far as layout. He knows where the kitchen is and it's where he goes to get you some water. Again, it doesn’t strike you as odd as it should; how comfortable Namjoon is in your home. 

Namjoon hears you shuffling down the hallway, no doubt to your bedroom. He rummages through your cabinets to find a cup - and when he does he fills it with ice and pours the water inside.

“Y/N-”

Namjoon sighs when he enters your bedroom - the door cracked slightly. There's little light, only from the moon shining slightly through your window.

You were asleep already, soft snores could be heard. Namjoon thinks you look cute - you didn’t even manage to get out of your clothes yet. 

Namjoon shuts the door behind him with a huff, coming around the corner to your bed. He places the cup of water down on your bedside table. “You still have the flowers I sent you.”

You had them all, Namjoon notes, even the ones from when he first started to send them to you. They’re on both sides of your bedside table and even some on the floor by them - Namjoon couldn’t help but smile.

‘These are for you.’ your mother signs, pointing to the large bouquet of flowers in her hand. She had just walked through the door as you were finishing up washing the dishes. 

You tilt your head, eyes scanning the large bouquet - it’s sunflowers wrapped neatly in pink wrapping. ‘Does it say who it's from?’ you signed back, taking a few steps forward to grab the bouquet. ‘There’s a note.’ you sign, grabbing the bouquet of flowers.

‘You never told me you had an admirer.’ your mother signs back, a smirk forming on her lips.

‘I don’t.’ you snicker to yourself, placing the bouquet of flowers upon your kitchen table and grabbing the note. It comes in a pink envelope sealed tightly.

“I repeatedly dream of you when my eyes are laid to sleep.

Often, I think of your golden hue whenever my mind plunges deep”

You re-read the words a few times before shaking your head. The bottom is signed - k.nj.

You don’t know anyone with those initials - but you don’t allow yourself to dwell. You’re sure that the flowers probably weren’t even for you and instead, were for someone else. Maybe it was delivered to the wrong house. Such sweet words can not be addressed to you when you are single.

However, you kept the flowers - what were you suspected to do? Throw them away? They were pretty and even if the card wasn’t addressed to you, you’d pretend they were.

“I know you enjoyed my little gifts, Y/N. I’d see the smile on your lips when you got them.” Namjoon murmurs to you, a hand gently stroking your cheek. “So beautiful, Y/N. Teasing me right now…”

There’s a whine that releases from Namjoon’s throat as his hand trails down your cheek to your jaw then your exposed neck. You had teased him relentlessly the entire night with this dress - the same dress that was now rising up your thighs to expose your smooth skin. 

“You are such a little tease, baby. Wearing this dress knowing it would drive me crazy.” Namjoon shakes his head, his pants tightening with excitement. “You shouldn’t be sleeping in this. You’ll be uncomfortable.”

Namjoon was going to take off your dress and assure you were tucked in for bed like you should be. Your snores get softer as he hoists you up, his fingers grasping the small zipper behind your back. He slowly pulls it down, a hand rubbing along your bare back and he shudders.

“So beautiful.” Namjoon murmurs when your dress is off of you. Your breast naturally falls as he lays you back onto the bed, your nipples erect due to the cool air of your bedroom. 

Namjoon gently folds your dress and places it aside. His eyes glance your way just as you shuffled. He begins to think you’re waking up, but you only move to get more comfortable - widening your legs slightly.

Namjoon hums. “You want me to look at you?” he asks, in a voice so soft that even he couldn’t believe he said it. 

Namjoon swallows, his mouth beginning to salivate at the view of you. Your panties were what was drawing him in - simply because he was the one that got them for you. “Did you know it was me, Y/N?” Namjoon murmurs, his eyes zoning in on the lacy material that leaves little to the imagination. 

Your pace begins to slow just as you reach your floor. On the floor right outside your door was yet another bouquet of flowers, this time an array of different types of flowers instead of the sunflowers of before. Right beside it is a gift bag with gift paper inside. “This can’t be for me…” you mumble to yourself aloud. 

Nonetheless, you squat down to grasp the flowers and the gift bag, curiosity winning the game. You open the door to your home and go inside.

You place the bouquet on your kitchen table and go to open the gift bag. There’s a card inside the bag that you open.

“My devotion for you is not for any other

For some might say it is overdone

Together we have one another

So you shall not need anyone…

With love, k.nj…”

You blink at the card. Yet another poem-like note was left. You dig deeper through the gift bag and your hands touch a material. You lift it out and your eyes widen slightly. Heat rushes through you as you realize they’re panties - all different kinds. Seamless, lace, cotton and silk. 

You inhale, throwing the panties back inside the gift bag and make your way towards your front door. There’s shuffling outside in the hallway and you slam your door open.

“I…”

You startled your neighbor with your actions. He flinches, dropping the plant he had in his hand with the loud slamming of your door opening. He turns towards you with wide eyes.

“Is everything okay…?” the man asks.

You nod your head frantically. “Y-Yes. Sorry about that.” you rush across towards your neighbor. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The man smiles a dimpled smile that causes heat to rush through you - similar to before. “It’s alright.” he assures, kneeling down to pick up the plant. “Was I making too much noise? Sometimes I get locked out of my apartment…” he trails off, glancing away with tinted cheeks. 

“No, not at all. Just thought you were someone else…” you murmur. “I’m Y/N.”

The man nods his head, offering you the same polite smile. “Namjoon.” he replies.

“You had to have known it was me, baby. That’s why you kept all my gifts.” Namjoon was only torturing himself being around you for this long - but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You were utterly beautiful; perfect. You didn’t throw away the gift like he initially thought you would have and now you were wearing it. “Yes…that’s why you agreed to go on a date with me, baby. You knew it was me…”

This had to be why you were teasing him. You knew he’d want you to be comfortable while you slept - that’s why you wore a dress. That’s why you fell asleep; so he’d be the gentleman that he was and remove it - so he could see that you were wearing his gift.

Namjoon’s fingers hook between the lacy material of the panties. “You’d want me to have a look, right?” he asks, eyes flickering up to your peaceful face. “That’s why you opened your legs for me, baby. You want me to see you like this.”

Namjoon begins to pull your panties down your legs, eyes widening at your bare pussy for his eyes to see. So perfect, he thinks. His mouth salivates at the thought of tasting you - to dip his face deep into your pussy and feast upon your essence.

“So perfect, baby. You don’t even realize how perfect you are.” Namjoon pushes your thighs apart to get a closer look at your pussy. “I can’t believe I’m seeing your pussy closer than before. Remember that time you touched yourself right in front of the window? It was like you knew I was watching you, baby.”

Namjoon understands that this was going overboard. It was different from him to catch sight of you as you both went to work in the mornings. He’d greet you and you’d greet him back with that soft, sweet smile. Now, however, he was watching you through your bedroom window - just out of sight. It’s a moonless night and you’ve just gotten out of the shower. Your bedroom lights are dimmed and you don’t notice that your window is cracked open when you left it closed prior to bathing. 

Namjoon understands that this was going overboard - but he couldn’t help himself. You dropped the towel on the floor and began to lotion your skin - how he longs to touch it. How he longs to feel your soft skin beneath his hand, to smell your scent fresh from the shower.

You had to know he was here watching you - the way you touch your body as you lotion it. The way your hands grip your breast and bend down right in his view to massage your legs tells him that you were putting on a show for his very eyes.

Especially when you lay down on your bed and open your legs. Your hands dip between your thighs and your fingers would soon be playing with your clit. At this, Namjoon cannot help but do the same as you - right outside your window for anyone passing by to see. But it’s night time and dark, he’s completely in the shadows. 

Namjoon wraps a needy hand around his cock, fully exposing himself. He doesn’t waste any time - he has to do this now. Your left hand grips your breast - he wish it was his. How erect your nipples were right now, so much so that he wants to wrap his tongue around them and suck until they’re numb.

Your moans are what’s driving him crazy and causing him to pump his cock harder. He spits into his hand for lubrication, his mind pretending that it’s your sweet essence. You sound so sweet and full of lust; fully stuck in the moment. 

Namjoon’s eyes widen as your fingers dip inside of you and your moans grow even louder. You begin to pump your fingers in and out, your chest heaving with pleasure-filled moans. Your breast begins to bounce as you pump faster, looking for an orgasm that he wishes he was there to give. 

It’s embarrassing knowing that Namjoon cums right in the palm of his hand right as you do around your fingers. You don’t know he’s there, he tells himself, but there’s a sick part of him that tells him that you did.

“You wanted me to do this, baby. That’s why you wore that dress and these panties.” Namjoon is holding one of the flowers he’s gotten you recently. “I’ll try to make it special, baby. It is Valentine’s Day.”

If Namjoon would have known that this is what you wanted, he would have planned something a bit more romantic. However, this wasn’t going to stop him. He removes the petals from the flowers and begins to place them around your bed. “Next time, I’ll make sure I have candles. That it’s more romantic for us.” he assures, murmuring to you as if you could hear him. 

Namjoon undoes his pants and allows them to fall to the ground. He does the same to his underwear, getting out of them entirely. He dips onto the bed as gently as he could to not disturb you.

Your pussy is on full display for Namjoon, so much so that he shudders once more. He licks his lips, breathing increasing as he lowers between your legs. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and gently, he licks a stripe up your pussy to your clit. “Fuck.” he says against your pussy. 

Namjoon couldn’t hold himself back anymore - not when you tasted this good. He dives deep into your pussy, ravishing you. His head bobs from side to side, his hands hooking beneath your thighs to keep you in place.

Namjoon can hear your sleepy moans and wonder if you’re dreaming of him at this moment - of him pleasuring you like he was doing now. Your thighs slightly twitch and you begin to shuffle in his grasp, but that doesn’t stop Namjoon. No, he only leans back to spit onto your already wet clit, then continues to ravish you like he was.

Namjoon just knows you’re loving what he’s doing to you. There’s soft pants releasing from your lips, even as you remain in a peaceful slumber. He’s positive that if you were awake for him, that you’d be moaning even louder than you were when you were pleasuring yourself - he just knows you would be.

Namjoon leans back to admire his work - your glistening pussy. He licks his lips as he gets on his knees, hovering slightly above you. “So, so beautiful.” he says with a bit of a whine in his voice. 

Namjoon gives his cock a hard squeeze after he wraps his hand around it. “So perfect in every way possible. I knew this pussy would be the best ever since that day I watched you in your window.” Namjoon glances up at your window - the outside is just as dark as it was that day. For an odd reason, there’s a rush that goes through him thinking about someone walking by and seeing him and you like this.

“I could eat your pussy all night.” Namjoon continues to tug at his cock, his eyes zoning in at your wet pussy, arousal dripping from it. “You’d let me, too, won’t you baby?” he whimpers. “My perfect little Y/N…all mine.”

There’s a wave of pleasure flowing through Namjoon right now. It’s blissful to be with you like this - so close to you. The act is intimate - something he’d cherish for the rest of his life. 

Kim Namjoon loves you with every fiber of his being. You were an angel in his eyes - ever since he first laid eyes on you months prior when you and your mother first moved in.

Namjoon isn’t sure what it was about you that drove him towards you. You were pretty, yes. You were quiet and polite, sending quick grins his way as he passed you in the hallway. He learned that you and your mother move directly across from him - a woman he’d soon realize was deaf when he saw you signing to her one day on his way out of his apartment.

Namjoon isn’t sure what it was about you that drove him to follow you like he did. You went to work and then home - and when you weren’t home, you were at cafe’s. It didn’t look like you had many friends; if any. You spent most of your time alone when you were at cafe’s, drinking latte’s and reading books.

Maybe it was your beauty that drew you to Namjoon. Effortlessly beautiful and you never had to try too hard. 

Maybe it was your innocence - purely oblivious to your surroundings. Namjoon followed you constantly when he wasn’t busy - he knew the route you took home from work and the exact time you’d get home each day. He remembered your favorite drink at the cafe and just how long you’d stay there - no longer than two hours.

Namjoon isn’t sure what it is about you that draws so much of his attention towards you - but you’re undoubtedly you. You were a kind daughter who lived a simple life. You held no fear in your heart for the outside world or danger; luckily there was no threat wandering around you. He’d know if there was.

“It isn’t enough, baby.” Namjoon sighs with a shake of his head. “Your pussy’s so wet that I know it’d feel better than my hand.”

Namjoon grumbles when your thighs twitch. “Ah, you agree, right?” he questions, squeezing his cock tighter. “You’d let me, baby? You want me to feel how wet your pussy is for me…”

Namjoon inches closer to you, the tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum with just the thought of having a piece of you. 

Namjoons brows furrow. He can feel his body flush with heat, especially his cheeks. He bites his bottom lip when his tip brushes against your clit. He groans, goosebumps erupting onto his arms. “Such a pretty pussy…” he rubs his cock along your wet folds, unable to take his eyes off of it. 

Deep in Namjoon’s gut there’s pleasure building up, but he doesn’t want to cum so soon. No, he wants to feel your juices mixed with his precum, feel it drip down the shaft of his cock and - 

“Shit, baby.” Namjoon moans aloud. He lets go of his cock to hold onto your hips, his hips thrusting so that his cock was rubbing directly against your clit. “You’re getting wetter by the second, baby. I know it feels good for you.”

Namjoon’s eyes, hooded eyes full of lust, flicker to your now bouncing breast. With the way he’s thrusting against you, it bounces beautifully. 

“Wearing the panties I got you…” Namjoon grumbles, leaning down so his lips are right next to your nipples. “...not wearing a bra under this dress. You wanted me, my love.”

Namjoon wraps his mouth around your nipple, sucking on the sensitive bud like his life depended on it. He’s full on panting now, his breathing increasing erratically at how good you’re being for him.

Namjoon pops your nipple from his mouth to twirl his tongue on it, licking as though it’s a lollipop. There’s sweat lining his forehead and he never wanted this special moment between the two of you to end - not ever. 

Namjoon couldn’t wait for this moment to happen again - to see you on his cock and your face contorting with different waves of pleasure.He wants to hear those same moans he heard while he stood outside your window - witness the same waves of pleasure go through you. Next time, he’d want to look into your eyes as he has you dive through your orgasm.

Namjoon’s teeth slightly bite down on your nipple, grazing it slightly. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s going to be cumming soon. “I’m gonna cum right on your pussy, baby. You’d let me, right? You’d want me to cum on your pussy?”

Namjoon grunts loudly at just the thought of doing so - his mind flashing with his seed dripping all over your clit and coating your inner thighs entirely. It’s the least you could allow him to do - after all, he has admired you for so long.

“So beautiful, baby,” Namjoon grumbles, his cock twitching for a release. “So beautiful and all mine.

Namjoon detached himself from your breast to lock his eyes with your pussy once more. It’s glistening with your own arousal - he knew you’d enjoy this.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Namjoon whimpers out, your warm heat allowing him the release he wants. “Such a pretty pussy, my love. So pretty and all mine.” he grunts, thick robes of his cum shooting all over your clit, seeping down across your ass.

Namjoon doesn’t stop. No, not until your pussy is fully coated with his love for you, sticky and white and warm. And even then, Namjoon cannot bring himself to want to stop. “I could do this with you all night, baby. You’d want that, wouldn’t you?”

“Moony, turn down the AC, will ya’?… the fucking thing’s shaking like a leaf on me,” the man you were sitting on murmured, his voice gruff, breath smelling faintly of cigarettes and something citrusy.

The tears wetted the blindfold, some of them successfully dripping down your face, warming you the tiniest amount. The taste of salt leaked into your open mouth as ragged panicked breaths fought their way out of you.

“Please, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I never even saw you properly… I just wanna go home, please,” you stuttered through a sob, chin quivering between each word.

“Thought we told you to keep your mouth shut,” the man you assumed was the one they called Moony spoke at you through gritted teeth.

A sigh was heard from the front passenger seat, the otherwise silent man finally opening his mouth to say, “Pads, do something about it.”

Pads let out a low grunt of acknowledgement, surprising you when a pair of icy fingers entered the warm carven of your mouth in one swift motion.

You gagged lightly as his fingers pressed down on your tongue near the back of your throat - if tears weren’t already leaking from your eyes, they would have welled from his assault.

“So fucking dramatic, ain’t ya?” he scoffed, moving his fingers from the spot, yet keeping them firmly on your tongue.

You gargled around his fingers, whimpering a muffled, “no.”

In one quick motion, he had removed his fingers from your mouth only to use that hand to deliver a quick but stinging slap to your cheek. He had your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks in his grip and forcing out a deep pout.

“You should be grateful that we’re letting a whore like you ride anywhere but the fucking boot,” Pads growled, “not only that but also getting my fingers to stop all your fucking whining…- so shut the fuck up and take what I give you… you’re only making it worse for yourself.”

The tears came in waterfalls as he slipped his fingers back in. You tried your best to hold back the small gag as they pushed down on your tongue yet again.

You didn’t quite know what to do, so you sat in silence as they drove you to an unknown place, tears silently leaking through the blindfold. It did surprise you when cold no longer blasted, and now the shaking of your body was from fear and fear alone.

The AC was off.

.

This was not the way they had planned the night to go - far from it, actually.

But, desperate times call for desperate measures and sometimes improvisation is necessary.

Everyone knew not to fuck with the Marauders - it was common knowledge around these parts- because no one wants to be in the bad books of the most notorious gang in the whole of London. And yet your father, foolish man he was, did just that - fucked with the Marauders.

Of course, they didn’t appreciate your father snooping around in their business and, as punishment, found it only acceptable to pay him a visit.

… Unfortunately, the lucky bastard had heard the news of the planned attack and fled the city.

So, arriving at a presumably empty house set a roaring fire loose in all three men. They angrily combed through the house, looking for anything of value or anything that could point them to where your father had run off to.

They didn’t find anything of the sort… what they did find was your peaceful sleeping figure, abandoned in the house - very much unbeknownst to you.

All they had to do was share a look, and a nod before Sirius had your limbs tied and your eyes blindfolded, startling you awake and setting your mind into an instant state of panic.

Your body was tossed over Remus’ shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all; not even your squirming and screaming made him falter as he carried you out into the cold of the night.

.

“‘S not every day we find a perfect little slut all ready for us,” the voice you now recognised as Pads spoke in amusement.

Your knees shivered upon the scratchy carpet, your sobs and hiccups echoing throughout what you presumed was a large room.

“Please, I didn’t even see your faces… I’ll keep my mouth shut, I swear!” you tried again, your shaky hands fumbling in your lap.

As soon as the words left your mouth, the floor creaked, and the blindfold was ripped from your eyes; you had to blink a couple of times to adjust to the light of the room and blink away the cloudiness of tears. Before you stood three tall, brooding figures, all intimidatingly looking down at you like predators finally catching up to their prey. The tallest of the three, face heavily decorated with scars, crouched down and took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks uncomfortably in his grasp.

“Well, now you have, haven’t you, doll?” he smiled sadistically, looking down at your swollen lips in their forced pout.

“-do you know who we are?”

You looked at them, between them, but you were sure you’d never seen them before in your life; you were sure you would’ve remembered; they weren’t exactly men you would forget.

You shook your head as best as you could in his grip, eyes growing wide as his sadistic smirk found its way onto the two other men's faces.

“Your father really kept you in the dark, huh?” he laughed, letting go of your cheeks to give it a pat before standing.

You couldn’t keep the shock off of your face as he spoke his following words.

“I’m Remus; this is Sirius and James,” he pointed to each of the smirking men.

“Lovely to make your acquaintance, dolly,” Sirius chuckled darkly. You could easily match the voice to the man who had his fingers down your throat during the car ride.

It was strange how they abandoned the aliases, but realisation struck only a moment later - they wouldn’t be needing them because they were going to make sure you could never tell. The newfound knowledge only caused you to tremble harder, your breathing growing so panicked the airflow almost couldn’t make it through.

It was the bespectacled man’s turn to crouch down in front of you, taking your face in his large veiny hands, his face cold and neutral, “what’s with the tears now, sweet thing?”

The tears flowed down the apples of your cheeks; your whole face a blubbering wet mess. You reached your bound hands up, gripping James’ wrist.

“I.. I- don’t.. I,” you tried stammering out through ragged breaths, but the tears and hiccups kept catching in your throat and interrupting you.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of the type of business your father is in, yeah?” James questioned with a raised brow, his thumb wiping the tears from your cheeks even as they kept coming.

You nodded, very much aware. You knew it was his fault you were in this situation, and the crushing feeling you felt in your gut couldn’t be described as anything but loathing. You fucking hated his guts. He left you to fend for yourself because his business and money were more important; nothing mattered more to him than that.

Your shaky hands were cold against James’ skin, freezing to the bone from fear, he supposed.

“We won’t hurt you,” James started, but a mischievous smirk quickly replaced his neutral facade, “we’re just gonna have a little fun…- aren’t we, lads?”

A collective agreeing hum echoed through the room; you felt small under their gaze, and the small glimmer of hope you had had was just as quickly washed away by James’ words and the look in his eyes.

A gasp left your parted lips as James’ hand slipped from your cheek down around your throat, giving it a notable squeeze. Your eyes widened, and your grip on his wrist tightened, nails digging into his crisp white dress shirt.

“No,” you whimpered as a cold shiver ran up your spine.

“I expect you to keep those hands in control, or we won’t be as nice,” James warned, ignoring your protesting whimper, choosing instead to untie your wrists.

Remus and Sirius stepped closer, surrounding you with their large, broad bodies. Remus hooked his hands under your arms to lift you onto your trembling legs; you thrashed a little in his grip, but just as quickly as you’d done it, you were pulled against him, your back meeting his solid chest and a large hand squeezing your throat. Your gaze was forced up, looking up at him awkwardly, seeing the angry sneer that decorated his scarily scared face.

“Behave,” he growled darkly.

Your gaze shifted to the man in front of you when ring decorated hands slipped under your sleep shirt, cupping your breasts in a bruising grip.

“No use in fighting, little thing,” Sirius smirked, his hands switching between kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples until he found them peaked enough for his satisfaction.

You could only stare and shake your head with a pout. The feeling of Sirius’ hands on you stunned you into silence, even more so when the same hands quit their assault on your breasts, only to move down and lift your shirt, exposing you to their hungry gazes.

Your hands instinctively flew up to cover yourself, trying to hold onto an ounce of dignity, but Remus’ hands were quick to catch your wrists.

He gathered them in one large scarred hand, placing the other one back on your throat to keep you in place.

“Please, don’t,” you cried again, trying to plead even though you knew it was fruitless.

This time they didn’t answer or say anything. Sirius and James just observed and took in your almost completely exposed figure with smirks on their lips. Sirius’ tongue even slipped over his lips, licking as he slowly kneeled in front of you.

They let you cry silently, shaking as your panties were slipped from their place and down your legs, Sirius’ touch leaving a trail of goosebumps that spread over your arms and stomach as well.

“Would you look at that,” Sirius grinned sadistically, “such a pretty fucking pussy.”

He used two of his cold ring clad fingers to spread your lips to get a good look. His other hand had a tight grip on your thigh, spreading your legs back open after you tried closing them in protest. Your body instinctively jumped at the touch, and a startled gasp and whimper left your lips - you wanted to keep begging for them to stop, but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, so instead, your eyes shut tightly, and you tried to imagine yourself anywhere but there.

Your eyes fluttered, struggling to keep shut as your legs were thrown over Sirius’ shoulders and his warm breath fanned over your cunt, an ever-present tingle spreading through your abdomen, despite your current frightened state.

“Open those eyes, doll… don’t you want this?” Remus whispered, his long arms holding you up against him.

You shook your head, “no,” but as soon as the word left your lips, your eyes sprung open from the stinging slap Sirius landed right on your cunt.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, you dumb little thing; open those eyes and look at me,” Sirius snarled.

He gave you a smirk and a teasing wink before his tongue darted out to flick over your clit, making you jolt in their grip. Sirius groaned, clearly losing the last restraints he had left and attached his mouth fully to your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hands gripping your bum so hard there would surely be bruises there as a reminder.

You whimpered out yet another ‘no please’, but they fell on deaf ears. You bit your lip to keep in the sounds Sirius’ skilled tongue was trying to bring out of you, instead focusing on the light stream of tears that still leaked out of your bloodshot eyes.

“Fuck,” Sirius grunted, voice muffled as his tongue started an all-around feast of your cunt.

Your arms wriggled in Remus’ grasp, but he didn’t budge, not ever faltering his hold on you - keeping you still and pliant for Sirius to devour. You squirmed and twitched as you felt one of Sirius’ fingers circle your entrance; a bashful blush grew on your cheeks and warmed you all the way down your chest.

“If you’re not enjoying this, then why are you so fucking wet, huh?” Sirius smirked before inserting a finger into you, “fucking needy slut, you are.”

A gasp left your parted lips, and you looked around the room, trying to find any way out of this. Instead of finding anything helpful, your eyes met James’, who was standing right behind Sirius’ knelt figure, staring at you with amusement and lust; he wasn’t doing anything but staring at you with his arms crossed, looking intimidating and frightening all at once.

You whimpered again and pouted, only for James to cock his head mockingly with a pout, mimicking your expression. It was like a small game to him - pretending to gasp as you did when Sirius added two more fingers to join the first and sucked on your clit, like his life depended on it - it was all rather amusing to him, watching you.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” James asked with mock sweetness after your breathing slowly began to pick up. Your teeth were digging into your lip so hard you could taste the iron crimson bleeding onto your tongue.

You shook your head, flexing your hands in Remus’ grasp, causing him to chuckle darkly, the vibrations rumbling against your back.

James smirked, moving from behind Sirius to be right next to you. Your eyes followed his every move until his hand had your face in a firm grip.

“No?” he asked, an almost evil glimmer in his eyes as he leaned in so close to your face you could smell his cologne, “I don’t believe you.”

James pulled your lip from between your teeth, forcing your mouth open. With no way to hold back, a long high pitched moan escaped your bloodstained lips.

“There it is,” James breathed, satisfied by your no longer concealable noises.

James tilted your face up, forcing you to look up at a smirking Remus, his large hand squeezing your wrists. Your mouth was left agape as you stared up at the smug-looking man, your eyes filled with tears as your legs started to shake lightly around Sirius’ head; you could feel him smirking against your cunt, his fingers moved faster and curled inside you, working you closer to the edge.

“Come on, grind that little cunt of yours on Pads’ face, doll,” Remus said quietly, but with that same smugness, each of them seemed to have about them.

You couldn’t quite react, still breathing hard along with breathy whimpers. When you didn’t react, Remus raised an expectant brow, leaving no room for a fight - so you did as you were told.

You moved your hips slowly at first, breath hitching at the more vigorous friction against your core.

“That’s it… look at you, taking it like the slut we know you are,” Remus smirked, chuckling at your whimpering moan.

“No,” you whined again, feeling yourself grow weaker as the edge grew nearer, making your release inevitable.

“Don’t fight it; I can feel you squeezing my fingers…- cum on my face, dumb little slut,” Sirius murmured against your cunt, prodding at that sweet spot inside of you, grinning as he found it.

You shook your head but moans spilt from your lips, and your body stiffened and shook; with one last pump of his fingers and swipe of his tongue against your clit, you came around his fingers, pulsing strongly against them.

Tears rolled down your face as your eyes fluttered, and as you came down from your high, realisation was striking you.

You stayed silent, staring into space for a moment, already feeling your body go numb as it went more pliable in the hands of the three men. It almost felt easier to give in, perhaps enjoyable to just let it happen - no point in fighting an un-winnable situation.

Sirius’ fingers slipped from you, and your feet were planted on the ground once again, upper body still held in place by Remus’ arms. You weren’t even registering the quiet muttering around you, the three of them planning in front of you - planning what to do with you.

As you slowly came back to, James had removed his shirt, upper body lean and flexed, his cock straining in his dress slacks. Sirius’ shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his tattooed torso, his eyes looking straight into yours, making sure to give you a show of him licking your arousal off of his fingers.

Remus’ warm breath hit your ear, making goosebumps form on your entire body.

“On your knees, pet.”

For the first time that night, you gave a small, barely noticeable nod before slowly falling to your knees.

If they were shocked, they didn’t show it; instead, they looked pleased. James stepped closer to you, toying with his belt, but left it as it was.

“Good job, sweet girl, finally doing what you’re told,” he grinned, hooking a finger under your chin to lift it, “now… you’re gonna open my belt, pull out my cock and be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat.”

Your arms worked on their own accord, lifting and working on his black leather belt, opening everything for you to fish out his throbbing cock, clearly starving for just a sliver of attention.

The sound of shuffling caught your attention; you watched as both Sirius and Remus got comfortable on the brown leather couch, watching everything happen; even sitting, they looked powerful and unbothered. Remus caught your stare and smirked. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he took his chin as if studying something important right in front of him.

“Go on, make Prongs feel good.”

With another small nod, you grabbed hold of the base of James’ cock, feeling it twitch in your hand. You opened your mouth, leaving James to freely thrust into your mouth, making you gag slightly at the surprisingly quick motion.

James groaned loudly, cock twitching in your mouth as soon as it made contact with the back of your throat. He started out with quick thrusts, giving you no prep time as he forcefully fucked your mouth.

He switched between fucking your mouth with a quick pace to keeping his cock deeply buried in your throat, your gags music to all of their ears.

Tears streamed down your face again as you gagged around his cock; it was getting hard to draw breaths through your nose when his cock was shoved so far down your throat it was creating a bulge. You looked up at him, seeing only the blissed-out expression decorating his face and deep moans escaping his lips. You didn’t know how much longer you could go without a proper breath; therefore, scared of passing out, you tapped three times on James’ trouser covered thigh.

Somehow, he knew what that meant and pulled out of your mouth within a second. You coughed lightly and closed your eyes, drawing in deep breaths, trying to regulate your breathing.

James watched you, searching your face slowly as you coughed. He bent down just to cup one side of your face, looking over again. Your eyes opened, and you stared up at him as you opened your mouth again on your own accord, inviting him back in. James raised both brows in question along with a questioning nod of his head, waiting for you to give him a small nod of your own before he pushed back in.

“So fucking good - fuck - this is what you’re made for, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Only made for sucking cock like a cock hungry little cockslut,” James groaned, thrusting into the warm cavern of your mouth at a steadily building pace.

You could feel his pace start to falter, and his moans grew louder, seemingly close to the edge. James gathered your hair, fingertips running over your scalp to hold your head as he thrust his way to his release.

You held onto his thighs as he stuttered, his warm cum filling your mouth, gathering on your tongue.

“Fuck… that’s it,” James moaned loudly, emptying himself in your mouth.

You swallowed everything as it came, prolonging his high and making his thighs shake in your grip.

James pulled out slowly, panting lightly as he looked down at you, your eyes already on him.

“Show me, sweet thing,” James murmured.

He groaned quietly as he watched your tongue loll out, presenting him with your empty mouth.

You heard a hum of satisfaction coming from the couch, all three of them watching you, pleased by your participation.

James hooked his hands under your arms, pulling you from your knees and onto your feet; he looked you over for a moment before turning you to face the two smirking men leaning back on the couch.

Two large hands rested on your shoulders, leading you to them, making you stop in front of Sirius.

Sirius sat up and leaned forward, taking your hand in his.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sirius asked smugly, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap.

It was insane; you felt embarrassed and crazy; your skin blazed under their gaze, hands fumbling on top of Sirius, tracing his tattooed chest lightly before giving a small nod.

Sirius’ smirk only grew, taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to turn your downcast gaze upon him.

“Knew you’d come around, dirty girl.”

You whimpered at that, mind clouding with thousands of thoughts - what was wrong with you.

“Tell us what you want,” Sirius continued, keeping your face in his grasp.

Your mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, “I… I don’t k-know.”

“Oh, I think you do… but don’t worry, I’ll help that dumb little brain of yours.”

Sirius’ face was right in yours, staring straight into your eyes as his fingers dug into your bare hips.

James had made himself comfortable beside Sirius, himself and Remus just enjoying the show, seeing you so flustered.

“You wanna ride daddy’s cock? Huh, baby?”

Again, your face blazed as you nodded, humiliated by your own body and needs.

“Ah ah, we gotta hear you say it…- wouldn’t wanna do something wrong now, would we?” Remus interjected with a sadistic smirk, forcing your gaze on him, “speak, pet.”

You drew in a deep breath, looking at Sirius again as your fingers fiddled and pulled at one another, shaking ever so slightly, “yes, please.”

Sirius grinned sadistically in triumph, scooting you back so he could pull himself out of his trousers as well. With a signal, Remus had you lifted to hover over Sirius’ proud length, watching as he stroked himself a couple of times before leaning back on the couch once more.

“That was all you had to say, doll,” Sirius smirked before Remus sank you down onto Sirius’ cock.

You gasped, gripping onto Remus’ hands on your hips as they slowly started moving you on Sirius’ cock as he pleased.

Remus bounced you like a doll; all the while, Sirius bucked his hips in a fast pace up into you, creating a mind-numbing amount of pleasure as he hit that spot inside you.

“Look at you,” James grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks in his grip before leaning close to you.

It was quite shocking when his lips connected with yours, moulding over them with an aggressive force that numbed your brain even further. You couldn’t quite tell if you were kissing him back or not, all of the sensations too much to focus on, especially when Sirius’ thumb made contact with your clit.

The noises you were making were muffled by James’ mouth but still very prominent in the large room.

“So fucking tight… sluttiest little pussy… feels so good around my cock,” Sirius groaned, pressing his thumb harder against you until you couldn’t help but twitch and clench against him.

Remus ground you down, making you take Sirius as deep as you could, giving you extra sensation all over.

You couldn’t even help it if you tried; your body shook and tensed as your second orgasm of the night washed over you in substantial pulsating waves. You moaned heavily against James’ lips, unable to focus on anything but the movements of Sirius inside of you.

Even as you rode out the pleasure that turned everything sensitive, they kept going. Sirius’ thrusts quickened along with Remus’ movements of your hips, squeezing your skin between his large hands.

“Shit, ‘m gonna fill you like the fucking cum dump you are,” Sirius panted out, gritting his teeth as his thrusts grew less calculated the closer he got to his release.

With Remus’ help and a few last thrusts, Sirius stilled with a loud groan, fucking his cum deeper into you. He panted with small moans as he rode out his high, feeling a sense of reward when he saw the fucked out look in your eyes.

.

You had no idea how long it had been, but guessing by the sheen of sweat that decorated yours and their bodies, you would say it had been a while. Your body was completely pliable and fucked out, letting them ruin you as they pleased with no complaints left.

Remus was rutting into you, looking down at you from where he hovered, his body in between your spread legs. Your head rested on James’ lap as he sat on the couch beside Sirius, both nursing a glass of whiskey as they listened to your prominently loud moans.

Remus brushed some strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. Your mind was swimming in the clouds after the many orgasms they’d bestowed upon you - too many to count at this point.

“You gonna cum again, little thing?” Remus smirked, not nearly looking as tired as you did. His hand snaked between your bodies to find your overworked clit.

You shook your head as tears streamed down your face - almost a permanent feature of your face.

“No, can’t anymore… too much,” you babbled through cries, nails digging into Remus’ strong, scarred arms.

“You can, and you fucking will,” he gritted out through his teeth, fingers working faster on you to match his fastening pace.

A sweet symphony of moans, whimpers and gasps flew from your mouth, the overstimulating pain leaning more and more toward the pleasure that had come so many times this night.

James grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to angle your face up.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he smirked.

You did as you were told, letting your mouth drop open at his command, eyes fluttering.

Without warning, James bent his head over yours, spitting in your open mouth. It burnt as it went down your throat, the whiskey mixed and warm. You swallowed and looked up at James for approval, sticking out your tongue to show him.

He chuckled lightly, patting the side of your cheek as he nodded with a hum.

“Such a good little slut you are,” Remus grinned, moaning as you clenched around him, another release right in front of you.

He put pressure on your clit with his thumb making you yelp out in pleasure.

“Please don’t stop,” you whined out, moaning in discontent when Remus’ hand faltered as he looked at you.

A huge smirk decorated his smug face; both Sirius and James looked down at you with similar smirks. Remus picked up his pace once again, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit as his cock prodded your g-spot with every angled thrust.

“Don’t stop, huh? Look at you giving orders now, doll,” Remus was smug with his way of speaking, bringing you right to and over the edge.

Your nails dug into Remus’ biceps as you came, body shaking yet again as that all too familiar feeling overtook your mind and body. Your moans were gasping and loud, your release tugging Remus right with you as he emptied himself in you, filling you to the brim. He moaned and grunted at your clenching cunt, the way it spasmed around him, drawing out his release.

You could feel your mixed release seep out of your abused and overused cunt as Remus pulled his softening cock out, all of their cum thoroughly mixed in you.

Small twitches ran through your body from the aftershock of so many orgasms; you panted, trying to catch your breath, brain foggy and clouded, not able to really process anything that was happening around you.

You heard shuffling and the muffled voices of the three men, yet it felt like your head was underwater. You watched Remus pull on his boxers and dress pants, leaving his upper body bare, just like the two others.

Your own body was hoisted up in a seated position by Sirius, who you hadn’t even noticed left the room, returning with a bottle of water and a small towel.

Sirius held the back of your neck, kneeling beside the couch as he held the bottle to your lips.

“Drink up, little thing,” he instructed, tilting the bottle so the cool liquid could run down your dry throat.

You gulped the water, holding onto Sirius’ wrist. You choked a little on the water, making all three of them look at you in concerned amusement.

“Calm down, doll, you can have all the water you want,” Remus chuckled, kneeling as well to clean the remnants of their cum from your inner thighs and cunt.

You drank the water slowly, closing your eyes as you felt the cloudiness of dehydration slowly disperse.

Your feet hit the cold wooden floor, your legs shaky as you stood with help from Sirius.

James came over with one of their abandoned dress shirts in hand, kneeling on one knee in front of you as he helped your arms through. You watched him slowly button it up for you, the way his fingers worked on the small plastic buttons with such ease and gentleness - everything was throwing you off.

It was strange the way they behaved, it made you both confused because you didn’t know what was coming, but you felt safe and somehow secure.

“Thank you,” you whispered as he finished buttoning it enough to cover you.

James smiled, standing to tower over you once more, “you’re welcome, sweet girl.”

His hand slipped into yours, guiding you with him out of the room and into a large hall with the two others following close behind. The thumping of steps echoed around the ceiling from the carpet that decorated the wooden floor along the hallway. The house - actually more like a mansion - looked old but well kept, decorated with fancy and very expensive paintings and furnishings. You wondered how much of it was stolen, but you didn’t dare ask, too confused at the situation you found yourself in.

“I’m tired,” you spoke quietly, not knowing what they were planning to do with you.

“We know, sweetheart,” James chuckled, coming to a halt in front of a large door with curved golden handles.

He pushed the door open, revealing what looked to be a large master bedroom. The ceiling was tall, making the room look larger and a little intimidating. In the middle of the room, against the wall, stood a large bed, way too large for just one person.

You looked up at James, squeezing his hand for attention, “I’m a little confused… I thought you were going to ki-kill me,” you whispered the last part meekly.

Remus came to your side, placing a large hand on your shoulder.

“Now, why would we do that?” he asked.

“Because of my father.”

“We won’t kill you because of him… -but we are going to keep you as compensation for what he took,” Sirius spoke with a smirk, standing so close behind you, you could feel the heat from his body on your back.

“But I have a feeling you don’t mind that… do you, doll?” Remus whispered smugly, making you gasp.

You took a moment, staring between Remus and James, not knowing what to say or how to react to your newfound information. What scared you the most was that Remus’ words had truth to them - you didn’t mind.

They didn’t expect an answer; they just knew.

You were pulled toward the bed by James, guided under the covers, the bed soft like a large cloud.

“We have some work to take care of, but don’t worry, it won’t take too long,” James explained, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“We expect you to behave from now on… it’ll make your life so much easier,” Remus said sternly, making you gulp at the change in tone, so you nodded.

“Goodnight, babydoll,” Sirius grinned and winked before leaving the dark room to start whatever work they had to do.

Remus and James bid their goodnights as well, making a small whimper catch in your throat at the thought of being left alone, but you bit it back, instead saying goodnight with a small pout.

“Now, don’t give me that look… we’ll be back before you wake up, but now you need rest,” James chuckled, giving Remus a nod as he too left the room.

“Promise you’ll be back?”

“Always…- you’re ours now, and we take care of what’s ours,” James stroked your cheeks before standing, making his way to the open door.

“Go to sleep, baby… be good,” he said gently but with edge to it.

As the door shut, millions of thoughts crawled through your brain. There were too many to actually think of something cohesive, just loud noises that bounced around.

Eventually, they lulled you to sleep, the soft pillows catching them between the feathers instead.