Welcome to the Bakery

Remus sets his backpack on the now crooked (how did that happen?) bag hooks and makes his way to the bedroom, carefully stepping over a knocked over painting to push open the door, now sporting a makeup smudge in your foundation colour. 

Instantly, Remus is overwhelmed with the scent of sex and sweat, and he takes a step back into the hallway to gather himself. The bedroom is a mess. Your nice rug is littered with an array of different lingerie sets and all the toys hidden in the box in your closet lay out in the open. Remus isn’t sure he’s ever seen them in the daylight. The sheets on the bed are half-stripped off, with a naked you and Sirius right in the middle.

Sirius lies face down in the bed with you curled up in the middle. Bruises and bites are littered all over your bare bodies, and Sirius has one of his fancy ties still secured around one wrist. Remus feels his cheeks warming when he realises, upon further inspection, that  there’s a dildo stuck to the headboard that he assumes is a stand-in for him. His jaw drops at the sight of your favourite lipstick smeared around the base.

“Sirius,” he whispers, gently shaking his shoulders, “Sirius.”

Sirius stirs, turning to face Remus with a squint. Remus almost guffawes at the state of his usually put together boyfriend. Sirius looks like he’s been put through the fucking ringer. His hair is knotted, he has half a set of earrings on and there’s a mark in the shape of your handprint on his pale face. Is there anything they didn’t try? Remus thinks.

 “Remus,” his expression softens, his bracelets tinkling on his arm as he moves to rub his cheek,  “you’re home.”’

Remus scoffs, but his heart swells regardless. “Yeah, I’m home.” he gestures to the bedroom, “If that’s what you can even call this place anymore. Jesus Christ, baby, It’s like a fucking tornado ripped this place to shreds”

Sirius plucks a cigarette from a carton on the bedside table, beckoning for Remus to light it for him. He inhales deeply and taps the ash into an empty condom box, sitting up on the edge of the bed with his arms resting on his knees to inspect the room. “We got a bit carried away, I suppose.” Sirius shrugs, picking at his black nail polish.

Remus leans down to brush a lipstick print at Sirius’ hairline away. “You suppose? You dickheads. I leave for three days and I come back- early, mind you- to a flat destroyed by your sexual escapades.” he scolds, partially because he’ll have to help clean up your mess and partially because he didn’t get to see any of it happen.

Sirius reads his expression, blowing an o back up at Remus. “Don’t pout, darling. We filmed some of it, if you were wondering.” he states matter-of-factly, nodding to Remus’ trouser pocket, “Check your phone.”

Remus powers his phone back on, smiling softly at his wallpaper of you and Sirius at a restaurant, and switches off airplane mode. The message comes in immediately as he connects back to the home Wi-Fi.

pads 🖤 , 4:17 AM :  we miss u moons ( 1 attachment )

Sirius gives him a little go on gesture and Remus opens it.

The video plays back a sound that makes Remus almost drop his phone.

 Sirius is holding the camera in front of you, his tattooed hand gripping your fucked-out face expression, smushing your cheeks together. Remus can’t see the rest of your body or Sirius, but he can hear the slap of Sirius’ balls against your pussy and the moans leaving his mouth.

“Tell Moony how it feels, darling.” comes Sirius’ voice, the hand over your jaw easing slightly. Your eyes roll back into your head as you struggle to string a sentence together. Oh my god, Remus thinks.

“Feels so g-good, Remus. Feels like fuckin’ heaven.” you slur out, face almost knocking into the camera with every thrust that pushes you forward, “I’m being good for him, baby, like you asked.”

“Tell our boy how much you miss him- tell him how bad you wish he was here.” Sirius commands. 

You obey, whining into his ringed’ hand. Your nose scrunches up in a way that lets Remus know you’re close to cumming. “Fuck, Sirius-,” you sniffle, “Miss you so much Remus, miss you so bad, baby.” 

You're babbling now and Remus feels his legs go weak. “I wish you were here- fuck -wish you were here to fuck my cunt. Wish you were cumming in me.” Your eyebrow twitches upward and Remus can only imagine the feeling of you creaming all over his cock. “Shit, shit, shit!” you scream, the audio crackling as your voice peaks the sound. Remus’ baggy jeans now feel tight.

He looks back down. Sirius still looks impossibly bored- tapping his second cigarette in the make-shift ashtray, waiting for Remus to finish the video- but his cock says otherways. It stands tall and pink, tip already dripping precum.

Sirius pushes your head into the bed and brings the camera to his face. There’s a shot of him panting, sweat dripping down his forehead as he fucks you through your orgasm. He says nothing before winking at the camera and turning it back onto his point of view. Your perfect ass sits in frame, moving with every thrust Sirius pushes into you. His hand comes into frame to spank you and Remus can hear your muffled whines. “Come home soon, my darling.” Sirius says into the microphone, low and gravelly, “We’ll be waiting.” The video stops and reverts back to the first frame. Remus gapes at the two of you.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Sirius asks finally, in that unaffected voice of his, “It’s a real shame, darling. You missed all the action.”

Remus is on him in an instant, plucking the cigarette out of his bony fingers and stamping it under his boot. He pushes Sirius back onto the bed hungrily with his lips attached to his neck. Sirius reacts instantly, wrapping a leg around Remus’ back and pressing a kiss into his mouth. Sirius whines greedily as his hand rests on Remus’ nape, trying to push their faces closer together.

“You’re such a whore.” Remus bites over an already bruised spot on his’ neck and Sirius groans happily. “You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it.”

Sirius proves him right. “Spit in my mouth.” he breathes out, letting his tongue fall over his bottom lip.

Remus obliges, his saliva travel down from his mouth into Sirius’. He swallows greedily, making a show of letting it run down his throat.

“Remus?”

The boys pause their heavy petting, turning to stare at where you’re sitting up. You stretch, looking like a flower blooming and Remus beams. Your eyes finally assess what’s happening in front of you, and Sirius watches your eyes fill with the same crazed hunger from last night's video. You swallow thickly, gazing at Remus’ cock straining in his jeans and Sirius grins. “You’re back.” you say simply.

“I am,” Remus begins, “looks like you were busy while-”

Sirius grabs your arm to roughly pull you down to him, his lips weaving together with yours as you whine. You kiss down Sirius’ jaw, leaving his lips free. Remus glares at his boyfriend. “What?” Sirius says incredulously, “Shall we just sit here all day exchanging pleasantries, or are we going to fuck?”

“You’re a cunt, Pads.” Remus responds as your hand reaches up to trace the contour of his biceps, yanking him down to meet his lips. While you trace his teeth with your tongue, Remus slips his arm under your back, rolling so you land straddling his trim waist.

You immediately grind down into his clothed cock, leaving a wet patch of slick over the crotch. “Fucking hell.” Remus curses as you moan.

“Missed you,” you coo, your hands planted on his shoulders.

“Saw your video, sweet girl,” Remus pants, “I can tell.”

Sirius crawls over to both of you, his hands reaching under Remus’ top to pull it off over his head. You hover over Remus’ lap so  Sirius can do the same for his trousers, taking his boxers along with his jeans. 

Remus lays bare for the both of you, eyes blown wide as your bare cunt slides over his length. You do an experimental bounce over him, estimating how much of last night's ache riding Sirius still sits in your bones. Sirius laughs behind you, his hand wrapping around to cup your bare tits. “I think you’ll have to bounce a little higher than that.” he mumbles in your ear.

“What do you want, darling?” Remus coos, shifting his hips so your clit brushes his tip. Any higher and he would be able to slip into you. You sigh and fall back against Sirius’ chest softly.

“I want to show you how much I missed you.” You lift yourself up a little to pump his cock slowly, watching his pretty eyes flutter closed. 

Suddenly, with a jolt he’s pushed backwards, back arching off of the bed, his chest rising as his eyebrows furrow. “F-fuck!” he moans, “Sirius!”

When you turn around, Sirius has a similar expression, having fully sheathed into Remus with no warning. Remus’ hands fly up to painfully grip your waist, his hands full covering Sirius’ marks from yesterday. 

“A little warning would’ve been nice.” Remus scowls at your boyfriend. Sirius hooks his chin over your shoulder, an eyebrow quirked as he inspects Remus carefully. You know that gaze- the one that gets you all tingly and hot all over. Remus holds his composure well, but his length throbs harder underneath your finger tips. 

“Wow,” Sirius sighs, “a couple days without a dick in you really does get you bitchy, huh?”

You giggle as Sirius retreats back behind you, giving Remus’ balls a little squeeze that has him groaning out all over again. “You’re insatiable, you two are. I’m living with fucking animals.” Remus grits out,  “Bloody destroyed the house and each other and now you’re going to destroy me too.”

Sirius snorts, “Is she giving destroyer vibes to you, Moons?”

“Have you seen the state of our flat?”

“Can you both shut the fuck up?” you chime in, lining up Remus’ cock with your cunt.

“Alright,” Remus shifts his hips slightly, arms folding behind his head. He looks gorgeous in this state- hair disheveled as always and his eyes heavy and lidded. “Show me how much you missed me, sweetheart.”

You sink down slowly on his length, wincing at the stretch. Despite your multiple rounds with Sirius, Remus is much longer, his tip prodding at a sensitive spongy spot inside you. You whine as he splits you open and you almost fall face first into his chest when you bottom out. “So big,” you shudder. 

You grind your hips into him slowly before testing out a small bounce. The movement sends shockwaves up your body as your pussy flutters around him. “Fucking squeezing my cock, my pretty girl.” he praises, “Good job, lovely.”

Sirius calculates your movements, timing his thrusts carefully so Remus feels overwhelmed with pleasure. His cock stretches out Remus’ tight muscle forcing a whine to fall from his lips. “Fuck, Sirius,” he pants, “Right there, darling. Good boy.”

You lean forward to lie on top of Remus’ chest, kissing up his neck all the way to his mouth. “I missed you, baby,” you peck the corner of his lips, “Missed this cock. Missed your pretty face.”

Remus’ big hand cups the side of your head to pull you in for a kiss. He tastes of mint gum and cinnamon as you suck on his tongue, almost gagging on it. You bite down hard after a particularly hard thrust and he practically growls, his hand snaking down in between your bodies to rub at your clit. “Wanna cum,” you mumble, “can I cum, Rem, please?”

He nods wordlessly, feeling his own balls tighten up as Sirius’ thrusts get more sloppy and frantic. “Me too, dove. Cum for me, you’ve been so good.”

His praise has you cumming on him with a shout, your thighs trembling as you grind down, working yourself through your orgasm. His hand guides your hips and you feel your wet cunt fill with his seed. By the sounds leaving Sirius' lips, you can only assume he’s also spilling out into Remus. “Remus, ohmygod,” you moan, “filling me up so good, baby.”

Your body finally gives out, and you collapse into his chest, his arms coming around to cocoon you. “Did so well, lovely.” he murmurs. Sirius’ falls on top of you, effectively sandwiching you in between the two men. Remus moves to immediately embrace him, tucking a long raven lock behind his ear. “Fucked me good, beautiful.” he praises Sirius who beams, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. 

Heavy breathing remains the only sound in the room as you lie together. You could fall asleep like this, with the weight of Sirius on your back and Remus’ long arms encasing you both. You think you might’ve drifted off when Sirius’ voice brings you back to the present. 

His head lifts off of your shoulder, and you feel him survey your shared bedroom. 

“Fucking hell. We really did destroy the house, didn’t we, sweetheart?” he asks you.

A song in Spanish is blaring in his ears as he stumbles around the second party of the weekend, the beers and whiskey he drank with Sirius hindering his ability to coordinate his feet. He lost him about an hour ago; he had turned around to greet one of his old teammates and then suddenly Sirius was gone. Now, the house is even more crowded than it was when they arrived, and if he doesn’t find Sirius in 45 minutes he’s going home. He’s got training on Monday and his body now needs almost 3 days to heal and get back to peak condition. 

He sighs– he’s getting old. 

He’s not really looking where he’s going. He doesn’t even know where he’s going, honestly, just pushes around the moving bodies in search of Sirius. He says “sorry” and “excuse me” halfheartedly as he bumps into people and cuts between a group of friends talking. The music changes, and he sways a little in place before taking another step. There’s a bump and a splash of something wet that hits his arm and then the floor. 

“Thanks a lot, dickhead!” a voice says. 

He turns his head just a little, not even sparing a glance as he shouts “Sorry!” with a slight grimace. He turns back around, eyes and mind set on finding Sirius before he ends up in a ditch somewhere. Before he can take another step, a hand grabs his bicep lightly. 

“James?”

Oh, he knows that voice now. He can’t help his wide eyes as he turns to look at you fully, eyes quickly scanning your figure. You’re wearing a maroon lace top that covers absolutely nothing and a very, very short skirt. He gulps, “Y/N?”

You smile dazedly and raise yourself on your toes a little, pressing your cheek to his in greeting. With you so close to him, James can smell the vanilla of your perfume, mixed with sweat and… a bit of weed? That’s new. “What are you doing here?” he asks

“It’s one of my friends’ party!” you say loudly, trying to get over the music. Ah, now he knows exactly why Sirius was so adamant about coming to this particular party. “What are you doing here?”

If he were sober, he’d try to think of some elaborate reason as to why he was there. But the alcohol has completely obliterated his ability to form a coherent thought. Before he can even think about it, he blurts, “Sirius dragged me here.”

“Oh,” your face falls. Shit. You start to look around for any sign of him but find none. Your half-lidded eyes settle on James once again. “How– How is he?” 

And isn’t that the million dollar question? How is Sirius, really? James and Remus have been asking themselves that ever since their friend broke the news about the breakup. Even though it wasn’t anything new to hear about the fights you two had or how he never wanted to see your face again, this time felt pretty definitive. In the sense that you haven’t been around the flat for a whole month (not even for a quick fuck like previous times) and Sirius has been going out like he’s 15 again.

But he can’t exactly explain all of that to you in the middle of a party. He settles for, “He’s alright.” Which is not not a lie. 

You nod and swallow the knot in your throat. “Right,” you mumble. “Well, I better go and get cleaned up. Some dickhead bumped into me and spilled my cup,” with a raised eyebrow, you point down towards your chest with your chin and James finally notices how it glistens. He realises he was the one who knocked your cup over. 

“Oh, shit,” he grimaces, scrunching up his face. “I’m really sorry about that.”

You shake his apology off. “It’s nothing really.” 

“I feel like an asshole,” he shouts over the new song. He thinks he recognizes it from the one time you made him and Sirius listen to Bad Bunny’s new album. Sirius hadn’t really liked it, but James thought it was alright. “Lemme help you, at least.”

“It’s not really necessary, James.”

“Please,” he begs. “I’m not gonna be able to live with myself if I let you walk around all wet and sticky like that.” You feel a warmth in your stomach at his words. Boy, he has no idea.

He puts his hands together in sign of prayer and pulls out the puppy-eyes card. You laugh, “Okay, okay. Fine.”

You point to the stairs, taking his hand so that you don’t lose him in the sea of people. He follows behind you like a puppy, letting himself be dragged around and up the stairs to the bathroom. You close the door behind you once you’re both inside. 

You stand in front of the sink and toy with the hem of your top. You look at James through the reflection, “D’you mind?”

James’ eyes widen. “Right, right,” he blushes. He turns around clumsily, covers his eyes with his hands for good measure and tries to think about anything but the fact that you’re half naked behind him. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

You can’t help the small smirk that pulls on your lips at seeing him so flustered. You take your top off and open the tap, using your hands as a bowl to clean off the stickiness on your chest from the wine James spilt all over you. 

You stare at James’ back in the mirror, the muscles showing even though his white t-shirt. It’s hard not to stare at him, honestly. He always stands tall and proud, hair always messy and a crooked smile that’s extremely endearing. And of course, he’s big. Big muscles everywhere: arms, legs, chest. You wonder if everything about him is that big. 

You clear your throat and close the tap. “Can you pass me the towel, James?”

“Sure,” he nods, and grabs the blue towel that hangs next to him. With his eyes still closed, he walks towards you and offers it to you. It’s cute, honestly, how nice he is. Nicer than Sirius, obviously. You always hoped James’ attitude would rub off on him, but apparently it’s too fucking hard for Sirius to be anything but a pain in the ass. 

You dry yourself off quickly and put your top back on. “You can look now,” you say, pressing your back against the tile on the wall. You grab the blunt that rests behind your ear and light it up, taking a quick drag. James leans his broad shoulder on the wall next to him, watching you intently as you inhale deeply, eyes fixed on your mouth as you blow out the smoke. You pass it to him. 

There’s a red stain from your lipstick on the filter. He brings it to his mouth and takes a drag. “Since when do you smoke, anyway?”

Your fingers touch as he returns the joint. “A few months. ‘Bout the only good thing Sirius gave me: his plug’s number.” You take two quick puffs and pass it on. “How is he, really?”

“I don’t– I don’t know,” he coughs, returning the burning blunt. “I mean, y’know him. He doesn’t talk about this stuff. But he’s been partying like crazy and drinking a lot so… I don’t think he’s taking it particularly well.”

You smile, satisfied at that. “Well, that’s nice to hear at least,” you flick the ash off the joint and take one final drag, offering the butt to him. 

James shakes his head. “Don’t be mean,” he scolds with a frown. “He’s still my best friend, y’know.”

You roll your eyes at his reproachful tone, putting out the spliff on the sink. “What do you even know about it? Defending him like you know anything about our relationship,” you scoff. 

“I know some things,” he shrugs. 

You’re getting angry. “Oh, yeah? Like what, exactly?”

James crosses his arms over his chest, making a face. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the time you cut the tires of his bike. Or how about that one time you scratched all of his vinyls.”

If someone were to put their hands on your face they would burn themselves from how pissed off you were, embarrassed from James airing out your dirty laundry. You raise yourself properly and walk towards him. “Oh and I bet he told you why I did those things, huh? Told you all about the girls he was seeing behind my back and how mean and rough he would get when high, right? So excuse me if I’m a bit happy your poor little best friend is taking the breakup a little bit hard.” You press your finger on his chest, sharp nail digging through the threads of the fabric. “I did my time, I can be as mean as I want,” you spit.

James sighs and rubs his eyes with the hard part of his palms. He adjusts his glasses. “Look, I don’t wanna argue. I know you two had your issues but all I’m saying is he’s my best friend, so just… try to be civil, at least.”

“Then what the hell are you even doing here?” you snap.

Now he’s confused. “I told you, Sirius dragged me here.”

“No, genius,” you scoff. “I mean what are you doing here. In this bathroom, with your best friend’s ex-girlfriend, sharing a blunt…” you pause and look right into his eyes. “Staring at my tits while I dry myself off. My, my, what would Sirius say?” you asks mockingly. 

James’ head spins. “I– I didn’t,” he stutters.

“Oh you thought I wouldn’t notice.” You tsk, “That’s a bit insulting, James.” He gulps nervously and forces his hands into fists, heart beating erratically. You smile, he’s getting antsy. You keep running your mouth, “But you’ve always been a peeping tom. Or you thought it wasn’t obvious how you’d stare whenever me and Sirius were making out? But don’t worry, I don’t think Sirius noticed, so your secret is safe with me.” 

“Stop,” he mumbles through a clenched jaw. He’s breathing harshly. 

“What was that?” you tilt your head innocently. “I can’t hear you, Jamie, you gotta speak louder.”

James doesn’t know what takes over him as he grabs your arm roughly and twists both of you around, pushing your back against the wall, fingers around your throat. Still, his left hand lies between your head and the wall. He sees red when you grin in satisfaction, nostrils flaring. 

“Did I say something wrong?” you giggle. 

James’ upper lip curls angrily, breath hot on your face and smelling of alcohol and ash as he snarls, “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, looking down at his mouth. You swallow and raise your eyes to his again. “You’ll have to make me.”

There’s a beat of silence, both of your heavy breathing the only thing cutting through it. And then James finally yanks you towards him and kisses you harshly, teeth clashing as your lips move together. His hand leaves your throat with one last tight squeeze and travels down your sides, exploring and feeling every inch of your body. He squeezes your waist, your tits, your ass. Gets his hands under your top and pulls you closer to him, gripping the skin of your back. 

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he growls, making quick work of getting your top off and over your head. He leans down and smears wet kisses on your chest, swirling the tip of his warm tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his wet mouth, his fingers playing around with the other one. 

You sigh in pleasure, fingers carding through his hair and pulling hard. He groans, scraping his teeth against the perky nub and then bites around the fat of your flesh. You whimper, shivering, “So I’ve been told.”

James leaves your chest and goes back to kissing you, taking a hold of your thigh and wrapping it around his hip. He gropes your ass meanly, fingers digging into the flesh and squeezing, forcing your hips to grin against his. You moan into his mouth, the stiff fabric of his jeans giving you the perfect amount of friction. 

His hand sneaks under your skirt and beneath the thigh that’s resting on his hip, barely skirting your lacy underwear. You whine desperately when he rubs your clit through your panties, James smirking when he feels the fabric get wetter. 

“Jesus, you’re so needy,” he chuckles. He holds your panties to the side with one hand, taunting your slit with his digits and puts two fingers in front of your face. “Open,” he instructs. 

You let your jaw fall open. James pushes his fingers deep inside your mouth, making you choke. He tsks. You cower under his disapproving gaze, forcing your throat to relax as he thrusts his fingers into your mouth, tongue flat and your spit sticking to the digit and dribbling a little down your chin. 

You cough when he takes them out but it quickly turns into a choked gasp when you feel his wet fingers circling your hole and slowly pushing them inside. Your eyes flutter shut at the pleasurable burn, James’ fingers stretching you as he thrusts them. 

He’s nice at first, moving slowly in search of the spongy spot that will have your knees buckling. You mewl when he finds it. James smirks smugly, burying his fingers to his knuckles, curling them and feels a wave of slick coating them. You grab the back of his neck with a shuddering moan, your pussy fluttering around his thick fingers. 

“James,” you moan. You palm him through his jeans, feeling how hard he is. “James, please.”

You pull at his belt, the golden buckle clicking uselessly as you struggle to undo it. James chuckles at your desperation, using his free hand to unfasten it quickly. You unzip his jeans, sneaking your hand under the band of his boxer and taunting his cock with the soft pads of your fingers. You lower his jeans and boxers before letting as much spit as you can gather in your stuffy mouth dribble onto your palm. 

“Shit,” James curses when you grab him. He’s heavy and thick in your hand, and you can feel a couple of veins as you pump him slowly. When you rich the tip you give it a teasing squeeze, making sure to thumb the slit that drips with precum. 

Your pussy makes a loud squelching sound that makes James’ cock twitch in your palm as he fucks you with his fingers. “Please, James,” you throw your head back against the tile with a shuddering moan. 

“Look at you,” he growls. “Dripping down my hand and begging for my cock. Y’want me to fuck you? Is that it?”

You nod shakily, hips grinding against his hand, James’ fingers pumping into you almost abusingly. And then suddenly, he’s gone, leaving your pussy empty and fluttering around nothing. You whine and stare at him pleadingly, eyes wide and pitiful. 

He slaps his cock against your clit, making you twitch. “Relax, baby,” James coos. “I’ll give ya what you need.”

With one hand, he guides himself between your sticky folds until the swollen tip catches your entrance and he sinks into you. He’s not nice this time– he goes straight into fucking you at an unforgiving pace, his thrusts so sharp and deep they have you gasping and your foot swinging in the air. 

He feels your warm cunt fluttering around him, gripping his cock with a vice. “You like that, sweetheart?”

You try to say something, anything, but all that comes out of your mouth are moans and broken mewls. He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks together until your lips jut out. “Use your words or I’ll stop,” he threatens. To prove his point, he slows his hips down, dragging his cock in and out leisurely. 

“Yes, fuck. I-I love it, James,” the words spill fast. You’ll cry if he stops, like actual tears. “Please don’t stop,” you babble. “It’s so good, fuck.”

He kisses you to stop you blabbering, open mouthed and messy as he swirls his tongue around yours. You moan into his mouth, breath hitching and leg twitching at his side when you feel his hand go down to your clit, three fingers swirling the sticky mess all over the puffy bud, making you writhe and mewl. 

His hips crash wild and fast into yours. You are an overwhelmed mess, scratching your nails down his back and pulling his hair all at the same time. James’ eyes then go down to where you’re joined. He watches his cock slip in and out of your tight hole, all shiny from your juices before your walls suck him right back in greedily. His stomach tightens. 

“I want you to come,” he pants. He knows you’re close, can tell by the way you squeeze him and the furrow in your brow. He picks up the pace even more. “Can you do that? Can you be good for me?”

You nod and whine. James pounds unforgivingly into you, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You tighten your grip on his hair and James moans filthily against you. Your toes curl inside your boots. You feel lightheaded, thighs trembling and back arching as waves of pleasure hit your body. “Oh my fucking God,” you sob. 

James chases his own release. He’s about to pull out and tell you to get on your knees when your foot that dangles from his hip presses down on his tailbone and keeps him in place. “Inside,” you moan against his mouth, slightly biting his lower lip and making him grunt. 

James’ stomach flips, hips rutting messily. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hides his face in the crook of your neck, biting and licking the sweat off your skin. You gasp. 

He bottoms out, white coating your insides. His whole body slumps forward, chest pressed against yours and hips lightly rutting into you as the both of you ride your orgasms out. You stay together like that, buried to the hilt in your cunt while you try to regain your breath. It keeps pulsing around him even though he’s not doing anything. 

A phone rings– James’ phone. He sighs and pats his front and back pockets, searching for it lazily. When he sees the caller ID his heart stops. 

With a shaky thumb he accepts the call and brings his phone to his ear. “Pads?” he gulps, looking at you. Your mouth falls open but you don’t make a single sound. 

“Where the hell are you, man?” Sirius shouts into the speaker. James can hear music in the background and guesses he’s still at the party. “This party fucking sucks, I’m leaving. You comin’?”

He’s already done that, his mind supplies. Shit. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

“Hurry up, man, I’m fucking tired,” Sirius orders and then hungs up. 

James stares at the screen. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat. “Fuck,” he swallows. “Fuck. Shit.”

He pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping down your thigh and onto the tiled floor. He grabs the towel he offered you before and cleans himself up, throwing it at you. “This never happened, okay?” He pulls up his boxer, then his jeans, and goes to the mirror to check himself. He fixes his hair and wipes off the stain of your red lipstick off his lips and neck. 

You roll your eyes as you clean yourself up. “Calm down. You’re so dramatic, Jesus.”

“Calm down?” He asks, completely flabbergasted. “Calm down? I just fucked my best friend’s ex-girlfriend.” The moment he says it out loud, the weight of what he’s done finally sinks in. He wants to throw up. He swipes his hands over his face and under his glasses, pulling the roots of his hair. He’s spiraling, “Fuck, he’s going to kill me. Like actually kill me. With a knife.”

Your eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if you keep rolling them, but James makes it really difficult not to do it. You lean down to grab your top and put it back on, adjusting it so it doesn’t show anything you don’t want to. You go to stand next to James and fix yourself up, combing down your hair and adjusting your fringe. 

You crouch down and pull your lipstick from the side of your right boot. “James,” you say sternly. “You’re 26 years old, for fucks sake.” You stand back up and reapply the rouge, smudging your lips together and then patting them with your fingers to diffuse the edges a little. “Man up and stop being scared of your friend.”

His eyes twitches. “I’m not scared, I just–,” he cuts himself and takes a deep breath. He has to go, now. “I’m serious. Don’t say anything to anyone. Understand?” 

Something ugly and uncomfortable claws at your throat from the inside. You force it down. “Alright, fine. Jesus,” you promise, holding your hands up in the air. 

James exhales and closes his eyes in relief, his whole body slumping down. He pulls you into a hug, breathing your scent for the last time. “Thank you,” he mumbles, and kisses your temple. 

You close your eyes at his gentle touch. You’re fucked, you think. 

He pulls away and you deflate a little. “I’ll go first, okay? Then you go.”

You nod. “Sure, yeah, whatever.”

James gives you one last kiss on the cheek before opening the bathroom door and leaving. He walks down the stairs, dodging a couple of people sitting on the steps talking or using their phones. He tries to calm himself down, wiping his sweaty palms on the sides of his thighs and tries to think of what to say to Sirius. 

He finds his friend at the edge of the stairs. 

“Where the hell were you?” Sirius asks, exasperated. 

“Bathroom. Y’know how I get after a couple of drinks.” And it’s true. James has the smallest bladder out of their friend group. 

Sirius squints. “All this time?”

“Yeah, well, there was a line,” James tries to leave it at that. 

Sirius is about to retort when his eyes catch something behind James. He scowls, his handsome features twisting unpleasantly. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he spits. 

James knows exactly who he’s talking about, but he still turns and watches you glide down the stairs, tits bouncing with every step. He swallows. 

You pretend you don’t see them. You bump your shoulder against Sirius purposefully, digging it into his chest. “Watch where you’re going,” Sirius barks meanly.

“Fuck off, Black!” you shout without turning back. 

He stared at you as you walk away and get lost in the sea of people. “What a fucking bitch,” Sirius grumbles. 

sirius was dressed in leather, like you—except his was a jacket, and yours was a mini skirt with a pair of black boots. his leather jacket hung open, silver chain glinting against his loose queen band tee. his hair a sexy mess of dark waves that framed those sharp cheekbones and reckless grey eyes, jeans ripped right at the thighs like they were begging to be stared at.

he was drinking you in the way he always did when you got ready, black lipstick tugging across your lips, eyes thickened with bold graphic eyeliner. it should’ve been ordinary, but on you? every move was temptation.

he could feel his jeans tightening, just watching the smudge of dark pigment, mouth watering at the idea of ruining it—dragging it across his skin, swallowing your pretty sighs, tasting you hot through the paint.

he twirled his helmet in one hand, strolling forward with a low whistle. “christ, sweetheart…look at you, lipstick darker than my soul.” his grin widened, cocky, like he just wanted to sink his teeth in you at the sight.

“gonna kill me one day.” he muttered into the back of your neck as he bent to kiss it, lips hot and indecent.

you caught a whiff of his scent—like smoke and leather, and a faint hint of motor oil—all things utterly intoxicating that made your stomach curl and your thighs tense on their own.

“you could’ve at least waited for me outside.” you tried for exasperation, puckering your lips as you fixed the shape.

sirius groaned at the sight, entirely unholy.

“and miss this?” he waved lazily at your reflection—at all of you. “not a chance, love. over my dead handsome body.”

his gloved thumb cupped your chin and the smirk never faltered—except when he felt a shift in your thighs, his breath catching.

“all leather and lipstick, bloody vision.” he drawled roughly, just as his thumb brushed slowly across your bottom lip.

you jerked back with a half-laugh, half-scowl. “oi! i just applied that!”

he laughed low and delightedly, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “c’mon then, goth grumpy. let’s see how good you look wrapped around my bike.”

he dragged you outside by the waist, still playing at being a gentleman until you stood before his motorcycle. the parking lot was quiet, just the faint humming of the dim streetlights illuminating the evening.

“pretty, isn’t she?” sirius gave a soft tap against the tank that had been spray painted in the shape of white stars.

“she?” of course sirius had to call it that. he probably loved that piece of metal almost as much as he loved you—almost.

“oi! don’t pout. you know you’re the only one for me.” his grin was sharp, flattering, and then—like he planned it all along—pulled out a bouquet of black roses from thee compartment of his bike.

it was utterly theatrical, the way they just conjured out of thin air. “see? wouldn’t waste bloody flowers on a bike. she’s just a fling.”

a laugh slipped out of you, cheeks warming at the thoughtfulness game that he always played. sirius was always like this—mockery wrapped in sincerity, daring you to catch which part was which.

“fine,” you grumbled with a hidden smile, taking them. “as long as i’m still your favourite.”

“course you are. at least you talk back.” his mouth caught yours in the smallest peck before you could chastise him, careful not to ruin your lip artistry—yet.

he shoved the helmet onto your head like he was dressing you for war, lifting you effortlessly onto the motorcycle. “now, hold on tight and look pretty f’ me. i’ll do all the dangerous parts, yeah?”

he drawled with a wink, climbing in front. your arms looped around his waist, bouquet squashed between both your body heats. “just—be careful, alright?”

except you knew sirius never was. the engine suddenly roared alive, rattling through your bones. now you understood why sirius loved riding bikes so much.

it was unlike anything else you ever experienced; it was sound and sensation both, flooding your thighs, your stomach—and oddly enough, your cunt.

a sharp gasp escaped you before you could stop it, barely muffled by the helmet. the seat beneath you buzzed, pressing heat and vibrations into you with every tremor.

sirius caught it instantly, the way your grip tightened around his waist, always attuned to you. as soon as he heard that broken gasp, a slow grin curled wickedly, and he revved the engine harder.

“like that, gorgeous? or am i just imagining things?”

your body betrayed you, voice dying out into a whimper, warmth coiling fast in your belly. your clit pulsed with every shudder of the machine, trying to utter. “it’s very—oh—”

he froze mid-rev, whipping his head around. he could see your dazed eyes through the slit of your helmet, the shift of your hips—he knew.

“merlin—you’re really—” sirius half-laughed, half-groaned, disbelief and hunger tangled together. “you’re about to get off on my bloody bike?”

you nodded helplessly, hips grinding for more friction, like you couldn’t even afford to be ashamed from how good it felt.

sirius swore at the sight, swinging his legs around to face you. the helmet was plucked off your face, discarded somewhere on the handlebars, bouquet of flowers tossed to the pavement—him wanting nothing more than to feel your body heat and see your lips part, eyes flutter, just for him.

“look at you. falling apart already? pathetic little thing.” he mocked, voice silk and gravel, pupils blown wide like his filthiest fantasies had finally been answered.

his hands came up to clamp around your tight-clad thighs, spreading you shamelessly. “use it. use my bike like a toy. c’mon doll—make a mess of her.”

his words spurred you on, the vibration just relentless. you kept rolling your hips in sloppy movements, the leather dragging across your covered clit as your head tipped back with a ragged cry. heat was swirling low, rushing straight to your core as your thighs trembled.

sirius’ cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, strained and aching. watching you unravel without even touching him was pure torture—but the hottest fucking torture he’d ever known.

“fuck me,” he rasped, thumb grazing the wet crotch of your tights under your skirt. “you’re soaked. couldn’t wait five bloody minutes, could you?”

his mocking words were only dizzying you with more need, hole clenching around nothing. it wasn’t enough, your clit was still swollen with ache.

“need—more—” you gasped, clawing at his jacket blindly.

sirius cursed under his breath, and his hands worked immediately, tugging your tights and panties down in one savage motion—your hips barely lifting off the bike just to aid him.

he shoved you back against the vibrating seat, your cunt bare and slick against the leather, the rough surface giving off a new sensation that made your eyes roll.

“that’s it, angel.” sirius muttered with barely-contained restraint, kissing hard down the column of your throat.

“ride it. ride it for me.” his hands encouraged the movement of your hips, before he wedged two fingers between your wetness and the seat, pressing into your hole. a sharp gasp ripped out of you, and sirius groaned into your neck.

“fuck—s’bloody tight,” he curled his fingers deliciously into you, the bike’s buzz amplifying every drag of his knuckles.

he didn’t care if his wrist was beginning to ache from how squashed it was—all he could think about was pleasuring you—to get you right on the edge, the pads of his fingers hitting that sweet squelchy spot over and over again.

your mind was just pure noise, cloudy, every nerve in your body pointed to the thick pressure building in your abdomen. the coil twisted tighter as you let out a moan, walls clenching hard around his fingers. “sirius!”

his mouth was everywhere, sucking red and purple into your skin—on your jaw, your collarbone, before smearing the delicate paint off your lips with his own.

“yeah? you’re close? cum for me, pretty girl.”

his words rasped right into your mouth as you whimpered back, squeezing his fingers with your spongy walls. “make a mess f’ me—ruin the seat so i remember you every time i ride it.”

he coaxed you, the squelching of his fingers and the quiver of the engine beneath, becoming all too much.

“oh!—” the coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure ripping through you, raw and violent. you gushed hot spurts across his hand and the seat, vision blurring as your body convulsed and sirius held you down.

he murmured filth in your ear, guiding you through the aftershocks, drenched fingers still moving in quiet shushes. you couldn’t believe at how your body had just given out, writhing in open air, on a motorcycle of all places.

but the reckless nature of it somehow made the aftershocks sharper, hotter—not to mention this recklessness was something sirius always encouraged.

his fingers finally pulled out, not leaving a moment of rest as he shoved them into his mouth and moaned like a starved man, licking every drop clean. the sound, so obscene and guttural, left your cunt fluttering all over again.

“you just came all over my fucking bike.” he laughed, voice wrecked with awe, fingers popping free of his mouth. his pupils were blown wide like it was a fever dream, and you swore you could see yourself in the reflection of them. “swear you’ve killed me, sweetheart.”

you were flushed and breathless, thighs still trembling—and yet, you still managed to quirk a brow.

“was this some wet dream of yours?”

sirius shrugged, trying not to let the ends of his lips curve up. “maybe.”

you shook your head with a smiling scoff, trying to catch your breath—before your eyes dropped down instinctively to his jeans, the bulge pressing painfully against the zipper.

your body reacted before your brain could catch up, shifting on the seat. sirius followed your gaze, smirk twitching, just so desperate to have you again—his hunger undeniable whenever it came to you.

“think you could bless my bike again? gonna have to ride me til’ i forget my own name.” he raised a brow in a dare and you could only nod eagerly.

the idea of it made your pulse spike—that you’d already fallen apart so publicly for him and would do it again just to see the look on his face. you definitely weren’t getting to that dinner anytime soon.

“good girl. c’mere.” sirius immediately tore at his belt, fingers fumbling like he couldn’t get his trousers off quick enough.

when his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, twitching—you whimpered. the tip was throbbing in red anger, beads of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. he didn’t even give you time to properly move, yanking you onto his lap with a growl before his mouth crashed against yours sloppily.

the rough grind of his cock against your soaked folds had you shuddering all over again, slick already smearing him. you grabbed the base, giving him a few pumps just to see his composure break—and it did, his head dropping back with a low moan, neck straining.

“shit—see what you do to me, baby? got fuckin’ hard watching you come apart. pathetic, isn’t it?”

you grinned, breathless, faint with want. “we both are. i mean—” you gasped a laugh, “i came all over a damn bike for fuck’s sake.”

sirius gave a weak chuckle back, but it broke into a groan as you lined him up and sank down in one swift motion. his head slammed back again, shoulder blades hitting the handlebars as a guttural sound ripped from his throat.

you sobbed from the stretch, walls molding to him inch by inch, feeling so effortlessly full as your hips moved. a soft breeze of wind swept your face that brought you back to the open air. the possibility of being seen had your pulse hammering in your throat, adrenaline and arousal blending into one as your cunt squeezed him tighter in a throb.

“fuck—made for me.” sirius ground out through clenched teeth, nipping at your jaw. “look at you—bouncing on me like a desperate little bunny. filthy girl.”

“uh huh—” was all you could manage, your brain turning to mush as your hips bucked.

each bounce made the bike creak beneath you, metal rocking on its stand. sweat slid down your back as your clit grinded against him with every thrust, the vibration of the machine still humming through your soaked folds. you were already nearing, moaning louder so it echoed into the evening, hips jerking without rhythm like your body was on fire.

sirius thrust up into you as hard as he could from the seat, his fat tip slamming into your cervix with each drive—desperate to get more of those pretty sounds out of you.

“yeah? you like that?” he rasped in a feral cocky grin, jaw trembling. “louder, doll. let everyone hear how good i fuck you. go on—scream for me, bunny.”

his eyes were locked on your face like he was burning it into memory, cock plunging deeply in and out of you. your body obeyed instantaneously, like you wanted nothing more than to please him.

you sobbed out incoherently, the heat in your stomach snapping again as you spasmed around him—and sirius lost it too, cock twitching inside you as he spilled hot. his curses dissolved against your skin, desperate and husked.

you slumped into his chest with tears trickling down your cheeks, both of you trembling in ragged breaths. the engine ticked softly as it cooled, and sirius just stared at you like something holy and obscene all at once.

he pulled back to see your face properly, grin growing slow and wicked. the pads of his thumbs gently wiped your cheeks of the eyeliner residue mixed with your tears.

that’s when he kissed you deep and messy, your black lipstick that was already all over your mouth, smeared again like sirius relished in ruining you in every way possible—cunt and lips alike.

“best fucking ride of my life—and i live for bikes.”

your laugh cracked out, high but spent. “mine too. rode two things today.”

he chuckled breathlessly against your head, kissing it softly. “merlin, you’ll be the death of me.”

you gently pecked his chest in a soft silent thank you, breaths steadying. “so…no date?”

“you minx,” he murmured into your hair, and you could feel the maddening grin against it. “who needs a sodding dinner with a start like this?”

he nipped your ear, smug and soft all at once, arms cinching around you like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting go. “got my meal right here.”

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The Cottage wooden beams creaked overhead as you breathed in the sweet scent of something baking, probably whatever recipe Remus had been trying courtesy of James’ mother.

You were barefoot, tugging your dress over your hips with a classic jiggle of your body to make it fit. From the mirror, you fix the material into place and admire that, sometimes, you scrub up well; even your makeup has turned out looking half-decent by your standards.

Tonight was yours, a long-overdue girls’ night out with Lily, Marlene, Alice and Mary. Some wife, some cheesy music, maybe a little dancing if the crowd isn’t too dull.

You’re fastening your earrings when a low whistle sounds from the doorway. “Blood hell, baby,” James admires, leaning his shoulder against the frame. “You’re gonna cause a war dressed like that.”

You glance at him over your shoulder and grin. James Potter is shirtless, as usual, his glasses sliding down his nose, his dark curls damp from the shower and sticking to his forehead. A trail of water glistens down his somewhat hairy chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his joggers. He crosses the room with straightforward, long strides and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“Seriously, what did we say about you being the fittest one in this house?” he asks into your neck.

“That it’s a burden I bear with grace?”

He laughs, arms tightening, “Exactly.”

A second later, you feel the warm press of another body beside you,  Sirius, of course, always needing to be in the middle of things. His silver rings are cool against your arms as he snaked them about you both.

“Well, if she’s going out looking like that, he’ll need to set up a war around the entire town,” Sirius says, tone teasing but voice low, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Or maybe hex any bastard who looks twice. Maybe I should get changed and go with you.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s called girls’ night, Siri. You three, I’m sure, will survive, and no one will speak to me.”

“Doubtful,” he says dramatically, brushing his hair behind his ear. “You’ll be gone for hours. We’ll forget what you look like. Who knows? Maybe we’ll waste away without you here.”

“I’m sure you will all be fine,” you smirk, pulling away just as he reached to kiss your neck, a move you’ve long learnt is a distraction method.

Having heard the commotion, Remus entered the bedroom, arms crossed over his t-shirt-clad chest, freckles just beginning to peak on his face. His honey-brown hair is tousled from his afternoon of stress baking. He’s watching you with that unreadable look, just studying you, contemplating.

“You look beautiful,” he says, eyes flicking to your dress choice. “But don’t get too carried away.”

“Carried away? Moi?” you blink innocently.

Remus raises a steady brow, his gaze dipping once, pointedly, to your glass of wine on the vanity. “You’re a lightweight, love. Don’t act like we don’t all know it.”

“Oi,” you protect, through you can’t really deny it. “I can handle myself, actually.”

“She says, forgetting she nearly threw up in Lily’s clutch bag the last time she had firewhisky,” James reminded everyone as he kissed your shoulder.

“That was one time!”

“And the time before that, you nearly duelled a bloke who said Marlene had nice legs, and then passed out mid-hex so only his trousers came off,” Sirius adds, lips twitching.

You step away from Sirius and James, glaring half-heartedly at all three of them. “Alright, I get it. I will try to be on my best behaviour.”

“Doubt it,” Sirius grins, moving to lounge dramatically across the bed, propped up on one elbow, his loose sweater lifting to expose his navel. “You’ll be on a pub table singing your heart out by half past ten, sweetheart.”

“That was also one time! You insist, grabbing your bag.

James takes it from you and slings it over his shoulder. “Oh no, you don’t, Potter, you warn, narrowing your eyes. “You’re not escorting me, especially without a shirt. I’ll be fighting off the fangirls for hours.”

“But you’re so pretty,” he sighs. “And I want to make sure you get there safely.”

Remus gives a little smirk and moves to block the door, arms folded like a passive-aggressive bouncer. “You want to leave this house without a final kiss from all three of us?”

You raise a brow at his teasing tone. “That a threat or a request, Lupin?”

“Both,” Sirius purrs from the bed.

You indulge them. First, Remus, his kiss is slow and firm, fingers sliding gently beneath your jaw as you taste the mint of his tea. Then James, warm and sweet, his nose bumping yours affectionately, his hands lingering on your waist. And finally Sirius, who grabs your face in both hands and kisses you messily and possessively, with a quiet hum of contentment when he pulls back and you have to redo your lipstick. 

“Don’t wait up!” you shout in a sing-song tone as you step through the floo.

The pub is buzzing with people, music, the stale scent of alcohol and sticky carpets. It was perfect, as it meant you could all blend in, find a booth in the corner, and enjoy drinks, chat, and fun.

The drinks are flowing, the lipstick smudging on the edge of the glass, and Lily Evans is already two glasses of wine deep and trying to be the responsible one.

You are absolutely not helping.

“Did you just wink at that portrait of Merlin?” Marlene cackles, slamming her glass down and throwing her arm around your shoulder.

“He looked like he was lonely and needed a friend!” you argue, sipping and finishing the end of your cocktail.

“You are a nuisance,” Lily groans, dragging you by the wrist before you attempt to go and speak to the portrait.

The drinks continued, alcohol warming your veins, and Mary had pulled you into the middle of the pub floor to dance, and suddenly, you’re giggling, heels kicked off, trawling beneath floating candles like a music video.

One minute, your arms are thrown around Alice’s shoulders, singing way too loud, way too off-key, and the next, you’re on the table, arms in the air as the crowd cheered.

“Absolutely not,” Lily demands as you begin to wobble, coming dangerously close to toppling off the surface. “Alright, that’s it, time to go,” she instructs, in a tone that's a mix of big sister and security.

~~~~~

The living room is quiet. Remus is curled up on the sofa, book in hand, as he uses his magic to turn the ages. James is playing with his wand and absentmindedly transfiguring the same cushion into different colours. Sirius is upside down in an armchair, feet kicked over the back, and hair skimming the floor.

The moment the Floor roars to life and Lily stumbles out, dragging you behind her like a misbehaved child, all three of them snap to attention.

“Don’t say a word,” Lily says to you, dragging you into the room by your wrist, your heels in her other hand.

“She danced on a blood table again,” Lily huffs, tossing your heels on the rug. “Sang the entire Bohemian Rhapsody before nearly breaking her neck.”

There is a beat of silence before Sirius begins to slow clap, Remus groans into his hand, and James is trying not to laugh as you grin behind Lily like you’re proud of getting so drunk. 

“Thanks, Lils,” Remus says dryly, rising from the couch and gently taking your hands from her.

“Good luck, boys!” Lily shouts before disappearing back into the green flames.

“Hi!” you beam, looking up at Remus, who towered over you now that the heels are off.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” he mutters, tucking you against his chest.

“I didn’t even get that drunk,” you say, swaying subtly as your fingers cling to the back of his shirt.

“Babe, you’re wankers,” Sirius says, watching from the arm of the couch, grinning. “How many drinks?”

“I don't know… like seven?” You blink innocently at him, genuinely trying to remember.

“Seven?” James chokes. “You have like a three-drink threshold!

“I got excited! Marlene has been promoted, and Alice and Frank have set a wedding date! Can you believe it!” you shout, running over to James to grab his hands to show just how enthusiastic you are about the news.

You’re all loose-limbed and giggling as James wraps an arm around your waist and drags you onto the sofa until you’re leaning against Sirius, who immediately wraps an arm around your shoulders, stroking a hand over your forehead affectionately.

“You’re definitely going to regret this in the morning,” he whispers against your forehead as he gives you a tender kiss.

You snort, “No, I won’t. I feel great. Everything is moving, though.”

Remus disappears into the bathroom, returning with a glass of cold water and a cool cloth, dabbing your forehead like a nursemaid. “Can’t believe you danced on a table again,” he muttered, half impressed, kneeling in front of you to remove your earrings gently.

“Why is it you always show your dance moves off when we aren’t there? I want to see,” Sirius asks, holding your body up as you are now fully slumped into him.

You hiccup. “I love you.”

All three of them pause, but James softens first. “We love you too, baby.”

Sirius presses a kiss to your knuckles, waving his wand over your face to remove your make-up, “Even when you’re a chaos drunk goblin.”

Remus leans down, kisses your cheek as he begins to rub your moisturiser into your skin, “especially then.”

They get you into bed, after forcing you to drink another glass of water and eat some of the baked treat that Remus had made. You’re asleep before your head hits the pillow, curled in one of James’ old Quidditch jerseys.

James smooths a hand down your back, glancing up at the others. “She’s gonna deny all of this tomorrow, isn’t she?”

“Of course,” Remus sighs.

“I can’t wait to teach her a little lesson. Why don’t we make it fun, boys?”  Sirius adds, tucking in the corner of the blanket so that your shoulder is covered as the other two hum in agreement.

~~~~~

You wake up to death. Not actual death, but your head sure thinks it might be. Everything hurts, from your skull’s pounding to your dry mouth, and your stomach is performing an interpretive dance in protest.

You groan, barely moving as you blink open crusty eyes. The bedroom is dim, thank Merlin, the curtains drawn with care, and somewhere nearby, you hear the sound of someone stirring tea.

“You’re alive, hallelujah,” comes Sirius’s voice, smug and melodic, from where he’s perched on the edge of the bed.

You let out a pitiful noise and burrow under the blankets.

“Barely,” James states, appearing beside him with a glass of water and a crooked smile.

“Good morning, darling. How’s our brave little troublemaker?” Remus asks, his voice quiet, not to disturb your head from where he’s sitting in bed with a steaming mug of something herbal.

“Dead,” you answer with a croak, squinting at him.

“Not for long,” James chirps, settling beside you and offering the water and a green tonic. “Come on, love. Small sips.”

You obey, pouting all the time. They are all perfectly gentle about it.  Sirius brushes a hand over your back as you take long breaths, waiting for the magical tonic to work. Remus massages your head with firm circles, and James retrieves anything that you may need.

“I feel like I got hit by the Knight Bus,” you groan, wiping your eyes.

“Well, you danced like you were hit by one,” Sirius snickers. You groan and hide under the pillow.

“Shh,” James soothes, placing a cool cloth on your forehead. “She doesn't remember yet. Don’t ruin the moment of reminiscing.”

“Oh, she remembers,” Remus concludes, brushing his thumb along your spine. “She’s just hoping we don’t.”

You peak out from beneath the pillow. “I didn’t do anything that bad.”

Three sets of eyebrows rise. 

“Love…” James starts gently.

“You serenaded a butterbeer,” Sirius says flatly.

“With full choreography,” Remus adds, “Lily sent us a little memory recording this morning if you’d like to review your performance.”

You groan again and pull the covers over your head.

“She’s in denial,” Sirius says with glee.

James gently tugs the blanket back down just enough to kiss your nose. “It’s okay, we love you anyway.”

You pout dramatically, “I was just having fun with my friends.”

“We know, baby,” James nods.

“Yeah, of course we aren’t mad,” Sirius says, reaching over to toy with the sleeve of the jersey, “Just endlessly entertained.”

“And concerned,” Remus added firmly. “You nearly broke your neck dancing on the table, again.”

“It was Queen! You have to dance to Queen!” you snap, instantly defensive, then wince at your volume.

Sirius is the first to laugh, followed by James nearly falling off the bed. Remus just rubs your back a little more firmly. “And there she is, back to life.”

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend. “You’re all ganging up on me. This is technically boyfriend.”

“Impossible, we love you too much for that.” James insists, kissing your cheeks.

You sigh, melting into the bed. They make it very hard to stay grumpy.

By midday, your hangover was gone entirely, thanks to the tonic, tea, and food. You’re wrapped in Sirius’ oversized jumper, tucked between all three boys on the sofa, basking in domestic heaven.

“See?” you declare triumphantly. “I’m totally fine, not even hungover, so I can’t have drunk that much.”

“Sure, darling,” Sirius chuckles, draping an arm around your shoulders.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Remus drawls dryly, his fingers idly stroking your thigh.

You balance between them, mock-offended. “I was just dancing, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Silence, as they exchange one of those looks.

Sirius is first to speak, “You know, if she’s going to lie boldly to our faces…”

“...Might need to be reminded how transparent she is,” Remus suggests, squeezing your thigh now.

James hums. “I reckon she needs some consequences.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “I don’t need consequences.”

“Don’t you? Lying to your boyfriends, acting like a brat, and breaking your promise to behave.”

“Wasn’t a promise!” you squeak, cheeks flushing warm.

“Close enough,” Remus says calmly, sipping his tea casually.

James kisses your cheek, smile still gentle. “We’ll take it under consideration, love. See how much denial you’re in by bedtime.”

You glare at all three of them. They just grin right back.

Hours passed, and you were still adamant that you hadn’t been that drunk; you could remember all of the night, well, most of the night, well, some of it anyway. The boys continued to tease you about it until, after dinner, when they cuddled on the sofa and the sun had set, James took your hand.

He leads you gently to the bedroom, his hand now warm against your lower back, his lips brushing your temple as he praises how pretty you look.

By the time you’re seated on the edge of the bed, with Remus and Sirius casually sitting on chairs scattered around the room, your heart is already fluttering, but not from anticipation or worry, but because James was just being so nice.

He was always like this, so kind, the first to compliment you, to kiss the back of your hand when you knew you needed it. He was such a praising boyfriend and dominant partner that you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

“You trust me, don’t you, love?” he asks, eyes so intently on yours that you couldn’t look away. James knelt between your legs, his large hands gripping onto your thighs, squeezing for reassurance.

You admired him, just for a second, from his messy hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, the round glasses that you’d grown so fond of, and the way his freckles just about peaked beneath them. “I always trust you.”

His grin was soft as he removed his shirt, his abdomen tensing to show the outline of muscles from his rigorous Quidditch training. “Good.”

James removed his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at the lace underwear you were wearing. With a simple flick of his wand, your panties began to hum. At first, it’s featherlight, just a pulse of vibrations against your clit, not more intense than a whispered touch.

But then, as you rock your hips, you gasp, grabbing onto his wrists. “Oh.”

The sensation sinks deeper, pressing inside you like an invisible cock, vibrating in time with your heartbeat, as if it knows the exact moment your pulse quickens and pounds.

You squirm, fingers digging into his skin.

“Too much?” James asks innocently, brushing your cheek with a gentle kiss.

“No- No, I just- It’s everywhere,” you say, closing your eyes so you can concentrate on the sensation, hips rolling in time with the pulse to add stimulation to your clit.

Your bundle of nerves throb under the pressure, your walls pulsing around nothing as your heartbeat hammers harder and faster.

James strokes your back, whispering praises as you continue to cry out softly, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. “That’s it, baby. Just go with it, let it happen. You’re doing so good for me. Look so beautiful when you’re being pleasured.”

You grab at his shoulders now, needing to pull him closer as that deep coiling in your pelvis gets tighter and tighter until your first orgasm contracts through your cunt as you cry out, whole body shaking, eyes still closed.

But the charm doesn’t stop, even when the orgasm eases and your clit becomes slightly sensitive, the pulses again become stronger, deeper, keeping pace with your racing heart.

“J-James, wait- Please- Wait”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers reassuringly, now standing to climb onto the bed, pulling your body onto his lap. “Just let it go, baby. Let me take care of you.”

His words were so contradictory to his actions. He sounded so gentle and loving, but the vibrations continued on and on, ignoring your whimpers of desperation. You arch your body against him as his hand circles you, moving beneath your shirt to cup your breasts, his touch so delicate as he massages your nipples between his thumb and middle finger.

Your hips grind down involuntarily as the second orgasm slams through your body, clenching around the phantom sensation inside the panties, clit hypersensitive and burning. 

You’re soaked, thighs clenched in his lap to try and ease the sensation, but it just keeps going on and on. You’re gasping, moans flowing from your mouth without so much as a breath, face buried in his neck as you cling to the back of his head for support.

Still, he doesn’t stop.

He cradles you in his arms, hands moving between massaging your breasts to smoothing over your spine, kissing your temple with such care it would usually cause warmth to spread through your chest.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Just one more for me, you can do it, I know you can.”

“Please,” your voice breaks. “J-James, it’s too much- I can’t!”

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re my brave girl, it’s only one more.”

You dig your nails into his back, your legs seem to tremble without you even meaning to, your cunt dripping through the panties, still clenching around nothing except an invisible thick sensation.

It was overwhelming, physically and mentally. As you try to mentally keep up with your body's natural reaction to being stimulated, James’s gentle caresses and words added to the mix.

The third orgasm builds with painful intensity, you’re sure you’re going to break it, and it was almost too much. You scream his name, not even realising you were crying as he talked you through it, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, soothing you whilst gently rocking you in his arms. 

“There she is, you did so perfect for me,” he whispers against your temple.

Your body goes limp, dazed and floating. Utterly wrecked.

James lay you carefully in the centre of the bed, and with how sensitive you were, the soft pillows were heavenly to lie on. He removed your ruined underwear, careful not to brush against your swollen clit as he kissed every part of your body.

“Do you remember why I gave you this punishment?” James finally asked, tilting your chin so that you were looking up at him, hovering over your body.

You were so out of it that you couldn’t think straight as you shook your head, eyebrows pinching together. James smiled softly, kissing the tip of your nose. “This hasn’t been because you’ve had fun out with your friends or even dancing on the table, it’s because you thought you could get away with being so smug about it today. Even when you’re so damn cute about it.”

After he finishes his explanation, you nod tiredly, blinking up at him full of exhaustion, even though the night had only just begun. “That’s one rough done, sweet girl. Are you ready for Remus?”

There’s a rustle of movement as you try to lift your head from the pillow, but your body feels boneless, your muscles too slack, your nerves still buzzing.

“Come here, pup.”

That voice.

You blink up to Remus now, who’s already rolling the sleeves of his jumper up, eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you like you’re the most precious item in the world. He sits next to you on the bed, calm and unbothered, while James helps you up, your knees wobbling as he guides you into Remus’ lap.

“Want to make sure you’re still with us?” Remus asks, supporting your body against his chest with a secure arm around your back.

You nod slowly, pressing your cheek to his shoulder, but your legs are trembling as they straddle his thighs. He places one hand on the back of your neck and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his.

“I need you focused now. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“I think so,” you answer, tiredly but hopeful to whatever Remus has in mind, always melting like butter when he gazes at you with his undivided attention. 

He kisses your forehead sweetly, his thumb stroking circles into the back of your head. “You took James’ punishment so well, but I think you can take more than that.”

With a flick of his fingers, your shirt is removed, as well as his clothing. You’re bare, soaking wet and flush against his overly warm body. Remus glances down, looking between your thighs to the evidence of your arousal, swallowing thickly at the sheen of wetness over the tops of your thighs.

Then you feel him. Hard and heavy, pressed against your abdomen. It takes a second for your brain to catch up. The thick weight of his cock against your body had your hips rolling forward, rubbing against him with need.

But Remus doesn’t move yet.”I’m going to fuck you, but you’re going to earn it.”

With his hand now cupping your cheeks, he continued to explain, “You’re going to say a line for me, word for word, with no stuttering or pauses. If you mess up, I stop and we start again. If you finish the sentence, you can cum. Understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to coat your mouth with saliva as you nod, “I understand.”

He says it slowly, lips brushing your ear as he speaks. “I promise to be mindful of my body, and I will be honest with my boys.”

Your body tightens as you nod, “I promise-”

Remus’s hands move lower, one cupping your hip, directing you to shift higher onto your knees so that he can move his cock between your body.

The head of his cock nudges at your entrance as you choke on your breath. Remus was always so girthy, even as he began to push in, your pussy instinctively tightened, but you’re still thoroughly stretched, even with the previous orgasms to help loosen your muscles.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, holding onto him firmly as your body accepts him, but it still takes time. Even with Remus stroking your back, patiently but firmly as you slowly sink onto him. 

“Take your time, love. You can  handle it, you always do.”

It feels like too much, and yet your body continues to lower until he’s buried inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion.

“Say it.”

You try, you really do. “I… promise… to be mindful-”

He thrusts up into you, just once, and you scream. He stops immediately.

“Again, from the top.”

“Remus- please-”

He kisses your neck. “You’ll cum when you earn it. Now, say the words.”

Your thighs twitch as his hand on your hip directs your body in a grinding motion as he moves again, just enough to make your cunt clench around his thickness. His cock is so big, the head so heavy, that every time he pulls back even slightly, you can feel the drag the entire way. 

You try again, speaking into his shoulder. “I promise to be mindful of my body-”

He pulls out completely as you sob.

“Again.”

He repeats this over and over, letting you get so close to another orgasm that your body tightened with the need for release before seeping away into nothing.

Thrusting shallow and deep, fucking open so slowly and deliberately, making you choke on your moans as you fight to hold the sentence. But every time you get close to saying those few words, you whimper, or mess, or lose your focus.

He stops, then starts again.

By the time you lose count on the amount of restarts, you’re crying again, clit swollen from where you’re grinding your body against his pelvis, cunt throbbing around his cock as you try to rock your hips down on him sharply as he holds you still.

“Be good, pup. You know what to say.”

You choke it out between sobs. “I promise to- to be mindful of my body and I will be honest with- with my boys.”

Remus hums in approval.

He thrusts in deep, and this time, he doesn’t stop. Your orgasm tears through you so violently that it nearly knocks the air from your lungs. His name is repeated until you’re dizzy, pussy walls contracting tightly around him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks you hard and slow until your body completely breaks.

You’re hardly even aware that Remus came inside you, even when the warmth was welcome in your sensitive area.

You’re completely and utterly boneless in his lap, eyes closed and breathing unevenly as Sirius finally moves to join the two of you.

Both Sirius and Remus were so careful when moving you to lie on your side back onto the pillows. Remus moves back to join James at the side of the room, leaving Sirius to have his moment.

Fingers grip your chin, tilting your face in the direction of Sirius as he asks quietly, “Can you look at me, darling?”

His voice sounds far away as your mind takes a minute to catch up with what he’s asked. Eventually, you blink slowly, your vision blurred from tears, orgasms, overstimulation, and your headspace floating with subspace.

Sirius’s expression softens as he cups your cheeks in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Can you give me your colour?” he asks, voice low and serious.

You answer instantly. “Green.”

His eyes search yours, uncertain for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to James and Remus before nodding. “Good girl.”

He picks up a glass of water from the nightstand and raises it to your lips, steadying your trembling hands as you sip. You don’t even realise how dry your mouth was until you’re finishing the entire drink.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.”

He grins, “You’ve been perfect so far. Just a little more, yeah?”

You nod again, curling into his touch as he continues to cup your face. But then, his tone shifts into something more dominant.

“Lie back down.”

You obey instantly, a little apprehensive about his form of punishment. Sirius was known as the mean dom, pushing you to your edge, whether it be physically or verbally, before pulling it all back at the end. He liked to push your buttons, so to speak, and you enjoyed the teasing. 

Sirius kisses your forehead again, then points his wand at your wrists, causing them to glide above your head and come together gently, bound in place by a soft shimmer of magic. 

Your body arches at the restraint, breath catching. Sirius doesn’t climb on top of you, but he does undress himself fully and then lies down beside you, smirking as your eyes wander lower, following the dark trail of hair below his belly button.

“Now be a good girl, and don’t complain. Just watch,” he states, stroking a firm hand over your body as it again takes a second to understand what he’s just said.

It’s only when James appears behind Sirius on the bed that you realise he said 'watch'.

James was still flushed, shirtless, eyes dark with lingering lust. And when Sirius glances over his shoulder at his boyfriend, you know what’s coming. James lies on his side, spooning behind Sirius, hand between his legs, fingers glistening with lube. 

“Don’t blink,” Sirius says breathless already, hand finding yours where it’s tied above your head. “You’re not going to want to miss this, darling.”

You watch, helpless, spread out, dripping and wrecked, mouth gaping as James begins to stretch Sirius with his fingers, and then finally lining himself up and sliding into Sirius with a rough, practised thrust that makes Sirius groan through gritted teeth.

You let out a jealous sob.

The scene is filthy. James is now fucking into Sirius, hard, not that you could see where they connected as you’re faced with Sirius lying on his side, his cock throbbing nd bouncing against his abdomen, hand squeezing yours, and face in the throes of ecstasy and pleasure.

James's hands grip Sirius’s hips, pace rough and hungry as the slap of skin against skin fills the room, mixing with the grunts from both men.

Sirius watches you, just as vividly as you’re watching him, with your legs squirming and thighs rubbing together as renewed arousal pulses in your cunt. He doesn’t even touch himself, just watches you cry, squirm and beg.

“Please- Sirius, please touch me-”

“Shh, baby,” he cooes, squeezing your bound hand. “You’re doing so well- fuck! Just a little longer.”

James moans, head leaning against Sirius’ shoulder as he shudders, and cums with a low growl, burying himself deep in Sirius and collapsing onto his back, panting.

You’re sobbing now, hips lifting off the bed, thighs trembling, and the ache inside you unbearable.

Sirius turns to you, breathing heavily, his cock so hard it looks like he’s on the verge of an orgasm.

“My poor baby,” he whispers, brushing his knuckles along your cheek.

“Please- I need you-”

“Oh, I know. I know you do.”

Finally, he rolls a little closer, kissing you slowly and gently. Then he shifts, climbing over you, and finally untying your wrists, kissing the ache away. 

You throw your arms around his neck, clinging to him as your ankles lock behind his hips.

And then you feel it, the press of his cock at your entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweeheart. Fill you up like you’ve needed.”

When he slides inside, it’s bliss. Even though you’re tender and swollen from all of the orgasms, the punishments and fucking, his cock entering you is perfect. Usually, because of Sirius’ dominant mentality, his fucking would be rough, hard.

But now, as you teeter on the edge of subspace, already sore, he simply cocoons your body, resting his weight on his forearms next to your head, kissing every inch of your face, your throat as he fucks you slow and deep, hips rolling and rolling as you cling to him.

He’s also praising you rather than degrading you. How good you’re taking his cock, how proud he is of you after all your punishments, that you deserve to cum, and how much he loves you.

You orgasm almost immediately, loud and wet, body spasming around him as he fucks you slowly through it.

He doesn’t stop, he just holds on, moving with you as it builds up again until you’re nuzzling into his neck, barely able to breathe and chanting his name.

And when he finally cums, thick hotness, spilling inside you with a low groan, he kisses everything, your cheeks, your lips, your chest and your hands, until all energy is depleted from your body and you’re melting into the centre of the bed.

The room is warm and quiet, lit now only by the low-glow charm above the bed that Remus had done when entering the room.

You’re curled into Sirius’s chest, naked and boneless, body shivering despite being on Sirius’s warm chest. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close. 

Your mind is doggy, distant and slow. You’re floating in something deep, your limbs too heavy to move, your eyes half-lidded and glassy. You’re completely gone, and they know it.

“James,” Sirius begins, kissing your damp forehead. “Can you check if she’s here, or if she's gone?”

James is at both of your sides in a second, two glasses of water in his hands, handing one to Sirius and then stroking his now spare hand over your shoulders and to the back of your head. “Hey, baby. Can you take this for me?”

You blink slowly, but don’t respond. Sirius squeezes you tightly as James continues. “Come back to us, sweet girl. You did so well, just need you to take a little sip, yeah?”

You manage a soft noise, something like a hum and let your lips part.

James cups your jaw with one hand and holds the glass steady with the other, whispering gentle praise as he tilts it ot your mouth. “That's it. Good girl, just a little bit more for me.”

You swallow slowly, the water cool on your tongue, ground you just enough to blink up at him.

“Hi there,” he smiles. “There she is.”

Remus appears on the other side, his chest bare, skin flushed, but he seems calm. He sits and takes your hand, thumb stroking your knuckles.

“Can you talk to us, pup?” he asks gently.

You try, lips parting again, but only a breath escapes, all energy depleted enough that you’re non-verbal.

“That’s okay, take your time,” Sirius encourages.

They sit with you in silence, soft hands stroking your naked body, lips brushing your cheeks, letting you float your way back to them at your own pace.

Eventually, your voice cracks out, “... warm.”

James chuckles, relieved as his shoulders slump. “Yeah? You feeling cosy?”

You nod faintly, curling deeper into Sirius’s chest.

“You need to ear,” Remus explains, reaching into the bedside drawer. “Just a little. You’ll feel better.”

You hum again, barely nodding as Remus begins with a couple of cubes of chocolate, and then James is there, with sliced fruit, biscuits and a yoghurt.

You nibble slowly, eyes still half-closed with lazy blinks, each bite met with a quiet word of praise.

When you’ve eaten enough, Remus leans down, kisses your temple, and speaks low but clear. “Do you understand why we punished you tonight?”

There’s a pause as you try nd keep your eyes open, stumbling over your words. “... For… getting drunk?”

James’ brow furrows as your body sways, as Sirius shakes his head. “Nno, no baby, not for that.”

Remus’s hand finds your cheek as you look at him, mind still not quite there. “Not for drinking, or going out, love. You’re allowed to have fun, we want you to have fun.”

“You were beautiful, and we loved hearing about you dancing on the table,” James reassures.

Sirius kisses your temple once more, “You were punished for pretending you weren’t drunk, for lying to us.”

“For brushing it off when you scared us a little,” Remus adds.

“...’cause you love me,” you whisper, barely audible.

All three of them still, then Remus leans down, kissing your cheek, “Exactly that, pup.”

“We love you too much not to notice,” Sirius whispers against your skin.

“I’m yours,” you sigh contentedly.

After some careful cleaning of bodies and applying a cooling salve between your legs, you finally get tucked between them. James curls around your back, warm and protective. Remus strokes your hair, grounding you with words of reassurance. Sirius tucks your face into his chest, holding you preciously.

Sirius Black is on your left—your boyfriend, your beautiful, reckless mistake of a love—and James Potter is on your right, with those golden brown eyes and that effortless grin that always lingers a moment too long.

They’re dressed for the party, both of them in open-collared dress shirts, ties loosened, cloaks discarded somewhere on a dusty sofa in the abandoned Astronomy classroom Sirius had dragged you into after the Gryffindor common room had become too loud.

You’d barely had time to ask what he was doing before he kissed you, hard and fast, only to pull away and glance behind you.

That’s when you saw James, closing the door with one hand, his mouth parted in disbelief—or maybe awe.

Now, you’re caught between them in the dim candlelight. Sirius’s lips claim yours, hungry and territorial, while James trails soft, burning kisses down your neck, right where your pulse betrays you.

The thudding in your chest is deafening. The cool air of the castle seeps through the cracked window nearby, but your skin is flushed, feverish from the heat of their bodies.

Sirius still wears his signet ring, the same one he twisted nervously the first time he asked you out under the Quidditch stands. His all-black attire makes him look like sin wrapped in velvet, shadows and smirks.

James is the opposite—white button-down, sleeves rolled up, maroon tie hanging like a loose vow around his neck. He smells like firewhisky and something sweet, like the fruit punch he swears he didn’t spike.

You remember the party. You remember laughing with Lily, music pulsing through the common room, someone shouting about a drinking game.

But you don’t remember how you got here—back pressed to cold stone, breath stolen by Sirius’s kiss, hands fisting into James’s shirt as he groans softly against your collarbone.

Are you drunk?

You don’t feel drunk. You feel alive, aching, suspended in something you don’t quite understand. Your body moves like it remembers something your mind hasn’t caught up with yet—how it feels to be desired by both of them at once.

How easy it is to let go of reason when Sirius is biting down on your lip and James is whispering something sinful against your ear.

You’re the center of their attention. Of their hunger. Of their want.

Their beauty is almost unearthly, and some part of you—hazy and overwhelmed—thinks maybe they don’t belong to this world. Maybe they’re not boys at all, but something else entirely. Maybe they fell for you like stars crash through the sky—bright, brief, and destined to burn.

And now… now they’re burning you from the inside out.

Wicked, beautiful, untouchable. Except you’re the one they’re touching now. The one they want. The one Sirius called mine before he looked James in the eye and whispered, only if you’re gentle.

And Merlin help you, James said yes.

“Keep your voice down,” your boyfriend warns in his gentle, seductive husky voice. “You can do that for us, can’t you, love?” His teeth grind against the skin of your neck, tasting the scent of your perfume with his tongue while his best friend goes down to his knees before you.

A pair of warm hazel eyes, flecked with gold and honey, look up at you through a tousled mess of dark curls.

James, cheeks tinged with rose like the first bloom of spring, gazes up at you with a longing so deep it steals the breath from your lungs—years of affection, buried and burning, now surfacing all at once.

His fingertips trace your thigh with a reverence that borders on worship, each touch sparking heat beneath your skin.

“Sweetheart…” he murmurs, voice thick with awe, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he wraps one arm around your leg, grounding himself in the moment.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl…”

The words fall from him like prayer—soft, aching, and meant only for you.

You chew on your lip to refrain yourself from making sound, giving your boyfriend two tiny nods to his earlier question. 

Sirius chuckles, his hand sliding down to cup one of your breasts over the fabric. Though your dress spills down to the floor in elegant waves, the high slit running along your thigh offers James easy access to you—something he takes full advantage of.

He kneels before you, eyes gleaming behind his glasses, and presses a trail of feather-light kisses along the length of your exposed leg.

“Merlin,” he breathes against your skin, voice low and reverent, “you’re so soft…”

His hand glides slowly up your thigh, fingers splayed, teasing, as if he's memorizing the feel of you—every inch, every breathless shiver under his touch.

before he settles his head between your thighs. “Your body is a dream. So beautiful…” His breath fans your skin, elevating the tiny hairs on your nape. 

“You’re like an angel.” The pet name and the praises he gives you feel just as foreign as the way he touches you, but James is only eager to make you feel at home.

“An angel?” Sirius snickers, his lips grazing your earlobe, his fingers curling around your throat. “What kind of an angel, are you, Sweetheart? Wanting another man’s face between your legs when you already have your boyfriend satisfying you all night. What, one cock isn’t enough for you, baby? Want my best friend to fuck you too, is that it?”

You can’t answer, your thighs quivering when you feel James kissing you over your underwear.

You’re much more sensitive as you never fantasized to be in such a position with the boy you shared hours of conversations with about your favorite books and he spilled his Quidditch strategies to you. 

James has always been attractive. You noticed that from the start—he was all charm and careless smiles, with eyes that lingered a little too long when he looked at you. It wasn’t exactly a secret, either. 

Everyone knew he had it bad for you, and James was never subtle about it. But you never paid it much attention. Not because you didn’t see it, but because Sirius knew—and didn’t care. If anything, he liked it. 

There was something twistedly satisfying to him about watching his best friend want the one thing only he could have.

You never thought of James that way before. He was always sweet, almost boyish—blushing at the idea of holding your hand. Innocent, in his own eager, golden-hearted way.

And yet now… now he’s on his knees in front of you, hands reverent, eyes dark with want. And there’s nothing innocent about him anymore.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” James says, professing the words like it’s a form of reassurance.

Your high heel slides down the floor when he separates his lips and presses his mouth hotly against the lace of your panties. You would’ve lost your balance if your boyfriend wasn’t there to catch you.

“Sensitive, are we?” Sirius croons, purring delightfully next to your ear as he moves to stand behind you. 

“What is it, honey? Does it feel good?” You weakly nod, biting the corner of your lip to contain your whimper. 

Sirius’s eyes glaze, his voice drops a pitch lower as he takes in your expression, loathing the fact that another man can make your face contort in pleasure. “He hasn’t even started yet.” He holds you close, his face hovering past your shoulder to lock gaze with the shorter male. 

“Isn’t that right, James?”

James, keeping his eyes on you, hugs your legs close and does a little mm-hmm as he mouths against your clothed heat. You softly whine, leaning your weight on your boyfriend’s chest. 

It’s funny how responsive you are right now, acting like this is the first time someone has performed oral sex on you when your boyfriend has done that almost every day since you started dating.

“Sirius…” you moan, your body flinching when you can feel the shape of James’s tongue gliding over the cloth. “What are we—What is happening?”

“We’re making your dreams come true,” he answers, his arm shifting down to grapple your leg. Lifting it high enough for your dress to slide to the side, Sirius exposes your thigh and your center at once.

“Show him, baby,” Sirius tells you. “Show him how fucking wet that pussy is.”

Your heart is hitched in your throat but you follow nonetheless. Reaching down, you push your panties to the side. 

“Good,” your boyfriend says. “Now, spread them apart.” With your cheeks burning brightly, you bring your other hand down, spreading your lower lips apart until James can see your dripping cunt, your entrance twitching in anticipation.

“Take a good look, James,” Sirius utters, his tone conceited and cold. “This is what you want. Been thinking about fucking my girl behind my back for a while, haven’t you, Prongs?”

James has the hardest time tearing his gaze away from you, but he manages. Exchanging stares with your boyfriend, he solemnly utters, “I wouldn’t have done this if you didn’t give me permission to touch her.”

“That’s right,” he smiles pompously, shooting one hand down to join your fingers, putting you on display. 

“This pretty cunt here belongs to me. You don’t get to taste it. You don’t get to fuck it unless I let you to. You’re only here because of me.” He dips his index finger deep inside your hole before he retrieves it and plunges it into your mouth. 

You whimper around his finger, tasting your own slick. “You better take good care of her. Better make her cum and lick her clean. Do that, and maybe I’ll forgive you for this. After all…” Sirius turns his face to the side, the tip of his nose nudging against your cheek. 

“I’m just here to please my girl. If she wants to be a fucking slut and have her holes stuffed with our cocks at the same time then I would gladly do it.”

Your boyfriend spreads your legs as wide as possible with one hand circling your waist protectively to keep you standing on your feet. “Go on,” Sirius urges, eyes gleaming dangerously as he peers down at the other man. 

“You want to fuck my girl’s cunt with your tongue, don’t you? Do it before I change my mind.”

James breathes out heavily. His fear, desire, and overwhelming thrill add pretty colors to his pale face. Sirius tells you to keep your hands where they are. 

James tentatively darts out his tongue, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his nose bumping against your finger. He removes your hand, placing them on his head so you could guide him. 

His moan reverberates to your skin when he feels you tightening your hold around his curly strands, leaving his hair all disheveled. Now that he has more room to reach, James eagerly latches his mouth against your folds, tongue flicking obscenely before his lips close around your clit.

Your body jerks. “Ah—mmph!”

Sirius slaps one hand over your mouth, stopping your voice from thundering down the hallway. “Shhh,” he titters, stuffing two of his fingers inside and pressing them flat against your tongue. 

“You want people to catch us like this? I won’t mind if you ask me. I would love to fuck my girlfriend in front of everyone. Want them to see how good I am at making you cry out my name like a fucking little bitch you are.”

Moments like this make you realize that your boyfriend was never an angel. He’s been the devil, Lucifer himself, from day one. 

James’s little grunts are muffled against your skin, his cerulean eyes turning hazy as he watches your expression twist in pleasure. 

He sneaks one hand behind your leg, palm splayed against your calf before he guides you to rest your thigh on his shoulder. 

You’re now lifted off the ground, trusting your bodyweight entirely on the two males to fight against gravity. “sweetheart…” He bestows a gentle kiss on your clit, pulling away slightly just to replace his mouth with two of his fingers. 

Gliding them down over your folds, there’s a hint of curiosity and nervousness as he speaks his sentence. “Do I make you feel good?”

You’re not sure what to say. No, you’re not sure if you should speak at all as your boyfriend is right behind you. But Sirius removes his fingers from your mouth, your saliva dribbling down your chin as he frames your face and forces you to look down at James. 

“He asked you a question.” Sirius’s voice is just as melodious as it is perilous. You sink your teeth on your bottom lip, too afraid to be honest. “It’s only polite to reply.”

“B-but–”

“Answer him.”

“Yes,” you vocalize in a tattered breath. “Yes, it feels good.”

You expect your boyfriend to be upset, maybe curling his fingers around your throat a little harder to remind you who owns you but Sirius chuckles, saying, “That’s my good girl,” as he grants you a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Now, relax, love. I want you to enjoy everything while it lasts.”

James, encouraged by your answer, dives down to taste you again, this time focusing more on abusing your already swollen clit. Your hand tugs harder against his roots as your hips start to move on your own.

“Aah, look at you,” Sirius says, drawing your earlobe between his teeth. “Riding his face like that… Just how much you’ve been thinking about this, hmm?” His hand slips under the garment of your dress, taking possession of your breast and squeezing it until your whole body jolts. 

“Filthy whore,” he growls, teeth-gritting as he says it.

He’s angry. Even if he pretends he isn’t, there’s no denying it. He’s swallowed by the rage of seeing another man pleasuring his girlfriend right before his eyes but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. 

He keeps holding one of your legs in the air, commanding him, “Fuck her with your tongue. If you can’t make her squirt, I won’t let you fuck her.”

James groans, the dazed look on his face morphs slightly into a glare, vexed by his words. He retracts his fingers, stretching your pussy’s lips as wide apart as possible, tongue darting out to tease your entrance before he plunges it inside your hole. 

Your body lurches forward, eyebrows stitched together in pleasure. You have one hand clawing against your boyfriend’s shirt, your reaction fueling the jealousy raging in his chest but Sirius simply tilts up his chin, an arrogant smile breaking upon his lips.

“That’s the spirit, James,” he says, a moment before he sinks his teeth against the spot that connects your neck to your shoulder, rewarding you with the pain while James tortures you with pleasure. “Keep it up. I want to see her cum all over your face.”

James doesn’t have Sirius’s practiced touch—the kind born of years of experience and confidence—but what he lacks in finesse, he more than makes up for in sheer, devoted eagerness. There’s something dangerous in that kind of want. Desperate to please, desperate to unravel you.

And when he slides two fingers inside you, thrusting with an intensity that betrays how badly he’s imagined this, how long he’s wanted it—it takes no time at all before your body begins to tremble.

“Ah—Sirius…” you gasp, voice catching as your knees buckle beneath the weight of pleasure. Your hand shoots out blindly, grasping at Sirius’s arm like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the earth.

“I’m—I’m about to cum—James—“

Sirius grabs your face, smashing your mouths together and kissing you harder than he’s ever been before you can finish pronouncing the word. 

“Don’t say his name,” he growls, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand as the knots inside your belly grow taut. “You either scream my name or nothing at all. Understand?” The sudden drop in his pitch makes your skin crawl in both fear and excitement.

You’re breathing hard, fogs clouding your thoughts as James drives you closer to the brink. “I—Sirius—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Yes. Only you, Sirius.”

Satisfied, he kisses you again, whispering between the collision of your mouths, “Good. Now, cum, baby. Give him what he wants.”

Not two seconds later, you reach your high, your scream strangled in your throat as you give in to the blind pleasure. Your orgasm hits you so hard that you end up squirting. 

James’s eyes shut close in reflex when your cum stains his face, a little bit of your juice dripping to the floor before he catches the rest of your essence in his mouth, lapping you clean and swallowing everything you give him as promised.

Sirius sneers, the tip of his nose brushes against your ear. “Squirting on another man’s face,” he titters mockingly, “I can’t believe it.”

James returns to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His chin still glistens with your slick, your taste sitting thickly on his tongue. 

He offers you his usual angelic smile, the adoration he holds for you never falter even if you’re his best friend's girl. “Let’s move somewhere else,” he says, his thumb sliding across your lips as he holds back the temptation to kiss you. “The party will be over soon. I don’t want anyone to see us like this.”

Sirius untangles his arm from your leg, letting you stand on your own. Your knees still wobble from the aftershock of your orgasm, leaving you with no choice but to have your body pressed flat against his chest. 

Despite the terms he used to degrade you a moment ago, your boyfriend soothes you down with a little kiss on the side of your temple, his arm holding you still by your waist.

“You okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

Turning bashful, you respond with a timid smile and a weak, “Yeah, umm… I think I just pulled a muscle from the way you were holding me.”

Sirius laughs, landing a playful peck on your cheek. “Not as flexible as you were before, huh, grandma?”

“S-shut up.”

James watches with his jaw clenched, jealousy starting to gnaw at him just as much as the one that was blazing inside Sirius’s chest. “Come,” he says, pivoting on his heels and leading you down the hallway. “I know a place we can use.”

***

You’ve been in this room before.

It’s tucked away in one of Hogwarts’ forgotten towers—a space James had claimed long ago as his own. He called it his sanctuary. With its high, arched windows and shelves crammed with weathered spellbooks and Muggle novels alike, the room feels more like a secret study than a part of the castle. 

The stone walls are softened by old rugs and scattered cushions, a few armchairs charmed to stay warm no matter the season. 

At the center sits a white grand piano, slightly out of place in the magical chaos—its ivory surface gleaming in the candlelight, its lid closed, waiting.

You remember the last time you were here. It was his birthday. He’d snuck you away from the party in the common room, tugging you by the hand through secret passageways only he seemed to know. 

You’d sat beside him on the piano bench, close enough to feel the warmth of him, and listened as his fingers danced across the keys. That was the night James declared his love for you, but you could’nt seem to be able to return it.

Because even then, with all that tenderness spilling from him, you couldn’t give it back. Your heart already belonged to someone else. And he knew it.

But that was then.

Right now, you’re lying down on the same piano, your dress thrown away haphazardly on the floor, your chest exposed and your legs opened wide with no fabric covering your skin. 

It’s been an hour since you started this. You’re in a haze, your body enervated after your boyfriend gave you your second orgasm that day only by using his fingers.

The two handsome men now stand tall before you, their eyes still fixated on the way your bare chest is heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. 

Sirius had shed his formal robes long ago, trading them for something far more him—a loose black button-down, completely undone and hanging open over his bare chest, the fabric slipping off one shoulder like it had given up trying to contain him. 

His white undershirt is nowhere to be seen, tossed somewhere across the room, and his sleeves are rolled carelessly to his elbows. 

He smirks, eyes dark and wild as ever. “I hope you’re not tired yet, love. We’re just getting started.”

James, dressed in nothing left but a shirt and slacks, unfastens the three top buttons of his shirt with a little tremble in his fingertips. He’s visibly nervous at what your boyfriend has planned for the rest of the evening but he doesn’t file a word of protest. 

The curly-haired boy still feels jittery even after he was holding you close from behind as your boyfriend fingered you until you drenched his fist with your juices. Sirius tells him to take off his robe and he follows, sliding it away from his collar.

“Let’s play a little game,” Sirius announces with mischief in his tone, walking to the other side of the piano where you have your head resting a few inches away from the edge. 

His sensual, devilish smirk is the last thing you see before your boyfriend covers your eyes with his tie. He lifts your head, knotting the tie securely behind your skull.

“Sirius—”

He lowers his head to close the gap and kisses you upside down, silencing you at once. “Relax, love,” he coos, the shape of his smirk pressing against your lips. 

“I’m gonna take care of you real nice, okay?”

Now that you’ve lost your vision, you rely heavily on your ears to figure out what’s going on. You can hear James’s footsteps closing in at the same time you feel Sirius moving away from you. 

“Lift your hands, sweetheart,” his honeyed voice echoes near, a lot gentler than how your boyfriend spoke to you. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

Trying not to tense so much, you raise your hands in the air. James wraps his tie around your wrist, careful not to hurt you, unlike your boyfriend who always loves to tie it hard enough so it will leave angry marks on your skin for him to marvel in the morning. 

Once the fabric wraps around your wrists, binding you gently, James guides your arms down to rest across your stomach. His touch is patient, reverent—like he’s memorizing every inch of you with his hands alone.

He leans forward, fingers tilting your chin toward him, and kisses you upside down—mirroring the way Sirius had kissed you just moments earlier.

But James kisses differently. He kisses like you’re fragile, like pressing too hard might break you. There’s something achingly soft in the way his lips move against yours, careful and searching. You exhale quietly through your nose, letting yourself fall into the simplicity of it—just breath and warmth and the subtle hum of magic in the air.

Then you feel it—his tongue, timid and slow, tracing along the seam of your lips as if asking permission, tasting you like you’re something sacred. Your heart stutters in your chest, racing in time with his, even though the kiss is barely there.

Time feels suspended—like the world has curled in on itself, quiet and dreamlike—until—

“James.”

The boy stiffens, breaking off the kiss at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling through the air. 

He raises his face, a muscle in his jaw twitches as he sees Sirius’s eyes turn dark and piercing. Both males are jealous of one another. 

James wants you for himself, while Sirius, despite giving him his permission, grows even more resentful in sharing you with another man. The tension between the two is enough to smother you but fortunately, you’re too distraught by your own thoughts to notice.

What are they planning to do to me?

You take a deep breath, trying to unwind your muscles as best as you can as you wait. You can hear footsteps again, Sirius and James circling your body before they stop. 

There’s a silence where you can hear nothing but your thundering heartbeats in your ears. 

There’s a sound of belts being pulled away from their loops, zippers being tugged down. None of the men make a sound. When two pairs of lips begin their journeys from your ankles to your thighs, you realize one thing.

It’s a guessing game.

Sirius doesn’t have to tell you the rules for you to know how to play, or maybe this isn’t a game at all. 

Maybe he just wants to fuck with your mind, injecting more thrill into your veins at the thought of being embraced by two males without knowing who’s doing what to you. But if this is a game, then you know how to win. 

You’ve been dating your boyfriend for years. You know how rough he is–you love how rough he is–how sinful and obscene his touches are, how he clamps his mouth against your own or your clit—you’ve memorized everything. 

Plus, Sirius and James are two different species. While Sirius is the fire that burns you with his passion, James is the salve that soothes you down. The devil and the angel are not the same. It’s easy to differentiate the two, even if you can see or hear a thing.

The two males have their heads settled between your legs, fighting for space and a chance to please you. 

Each man is pinning one of your thighs on the piano, wanting to spread you apart as much as possible so they can taste how sweet you are. 

You can tell almost immediately that it’s your boyfriend who is now latching his mouth on your clit, sucking hard enough until your hips buck forward. 

The other man—James—takes his time kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part of your thigh, his hand stroking and kneading soothingly.

“Ah, Sirius—” You squirm, hands going down to his head, tugging on his bun.

Your boyfriend laughs, his voice dulled by your sensitive parts. “How can you tell it’s me?”

You always do that, doing as you please, overstimulating me. But you don’t voice your thoughts out loud. No, you can’t, as you feel James joining in, their tongues dart out eagerly to lap at your wetness at the same time. 

You’re being pulled to the edge of the piano to make it easier for them to share space. 

“Oh—” Your whole world shakes. The mental image of two pairs of eyes looking up at you with their desire blazing inside, hungry and lustful, occupies every part of your mind. 

It’s too much. The sensation is too much.

“Relax, sweetheart,” James says, circling his tongue around your nub as your boyfriend lowers himself enough to plunge his slick muscle into your hole.

“Please, I’m—” You whine, your nails digging into your palms, “I’m about to cum—“

“Again?” Sirius jeers as his sinful smirk resurfaces. “Well, then, allow me.” Pushing James to the side, he pushes two of his fingers inside his mouth, making them wet before he drives them inside you at the same time. “You know what to do, baby,” he coos.

He wants you to squirt just like before and with the way he works his fingers, thrusting them in and out of you in a come-hither motion, he’s leaving you with no other choice. 

As embarrassing as it is, you find your body doing exactly what he wants, cumming hard with a silent cry until the trickle of your juices drenches his hand all the way to his wrist. 

Sirius retracts his fingers, licking each digit clean while his eyes traverse down your body. “That’s fucking hot,” he says, while James dives down to lick your pussy’s lips clean from every bit of your cum.

“You taste amazing,” James breathes out in bliss, kissing your clit and slowly eating you out to soothe you down from your crashing orgasm.

You’re all spent, eyes turning vacant as they’re transfixed on the ceiling but they don’t stop. One of them walks away to the other side of the piano, stopping once they stand on the other side of your head. 

He hovers above your face, refraining himself from leaning in for another inverted kiss, afraid that the sweet taste of his mouth would reveal his identity too soon. 

Instead, he frames your face, angling your head to the side so he can latch his mouth against the side of your neck. He uses his teeth almost instantly, suckling hard on your skin, marking angry bruises for everyone to see.

“Siri—”

He clasps his palm against your mouth before you can finish pronouncing his name, knowing that the game would be over once you guess it correctly. 

He then slides two of his fingers inside, forcing you to part your lips wide so he can see the shape of your tongue as he presses his digits flat against your slick muscle. 

Sirius thrusts his fingers inside and you know what he wants you to do. You suck on them, in the most obscene way possible as if you were treating them as something else. 

Your boyfriend always loves to do this. Loves enjoying the look on your face when you hollow your cheeks around his fingers, giving him a vivid image of how pretty your lips are going to look when you wrap them around his cock later on.

You flinch when you feel the other man leaning half of his body forward over the piano, peppering soothing kisses on the inner part of your thighs just in the way James did a few moments ago. 

His soft lips, the way he’s still a bit awkward and shy as he tries to please you, send goosebumps breaking all over your skin.

 James can’t seem to get enough of your taste. Knowing that this could be his only chance at having you in such a position, he places his mouth on your center again, kissing you down there so languidly as if he had eternity to please you. 

He hugs you close by your thighs, his nose pressing against your pelvis. You can’t hear his soft groan but you can feel its vibration directly on your clit.

You moan between sharp gasps when the man—Sirius—who’s standing over your head starts to clamp his hot mouth around your breast, rolling your nipple between his teeth before he sucks hard. 

He grabs a hold of your mound, squeezing it hard enough to make you squirm then he flicks his tongue around the bud. The material of his shirt grazes your face when he pulls back, pushing down his pants to break himself free. 

You’re being tugged forward, your head falling over the edge of the piano with the head of his cock pressing against your lips. 

Your boyfriend doesn’t do anything. He wants you to do all the work. With your hands tied, you reach up and circle your fingers around his cock, kissing the head and tasting the salt of his pre-cum. 

He’s hard, throbbing and twitching in your hands at the slightest touch. Exhaling sharply, you take his tip into your mouth, and Sirius, without warning, shoves everything inside at once. 

You choke, groaning around his dick as he lands both palms on the piano to balance himself, trapping your body between them as he rocks his hips forward. 

Your throat constricts around his length and he can see how far he goes from where he is looming tall above you.

James’s patience is starting to run thin as well. He starts using both hands, stuffing three of his fingers inside you while his other one abuses your clit with his thumb. 

He pumps you hard and fast, perfectly imitating the way Sirius did to you a few minutes ago. 

You mewl, moaning around Sirius’s cock, your legs sliding down until they fall onto the keys. 

The sound of broken notes fills the air, startling you enough that you pull your mouth away from his cock, coughing and gasping frantically as you try to refill the air in your lungs.

James suddenly grabs you by the back of your knees, yanking you down until you’re close enough for him to seize you by the waist. 

He hoists you away from the piano, forcing you to return to your feet and turning your body around. Your vision is pitch black, your hands still bound together, reaching out blindly for support until you find yourself balancing your weight on the keys. 

James lowers his trousers to his mid-thighs, his cock springing free out of his briefs. Spitting onto his palm, he lathers himself quickly with his saliva before he nudges his tip against your entrance.

Despite his nervous, awkward demeanor, James is not taking it slow, propelling inside you with one hard thrust until your entire body is pushed forward, a strangled cry stuck in your throat. 

He’s being uncharacteristically aggressive, stretching you out almost in the same way as your boyfriend does. 

He bends himself down, wrapping his hand around the front of your throat and pulling you up until your back is plastered against his chest.

The butterflies inside you flutter their wings, a sob of pleasure threatening to break free. “James—”

“Wrong.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach, the fingers he has around your neck threaten to crush your windpipes. 

“You’re breaking my heart, love,” Sirius chuckles right next to your ear. “How could you forget your boyfriend filling you up like this? I thought I’d fucked you hard enough for you to remember the shape of my cock.”

It’s Sirius? Your heart palpitates fast, panic rising to the surface. The one who was inside my mouth before was James?!

“You seem surprised,” your boyfriend laughs mockingly, ramming his hips against yours over and over again with his nails digging painfully into the flesh of your waist. 

“You thought I was him, didn’t you? I treated you gently and you started thinking about another man. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”

“Ah—Siri—” You’re breathing fast, your cheek pressed against the closed lid as Sirius pinned you down to the piano by your nape. 

Your stomach is bumping against the keys with each thrust, both of you making music of your own, accompanied by the sound of his pelvis slapping against your behind.

James watches you from the other side of the piano with his cock pulsating hard in his hand, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tries not to make noise. 

It feels terrible, humiliating even, to pleasure himself as he watches you being taken hard by your boyfriend but he can’t restrain himself. 

At the sound of your name escaping his lips in a breathy, longing moan, Sirius’s eyes dart to his face, the corner of his mouth twitching into an impish smirk at the sight of another man masturbating to his wife being fucked. “There’s room for one more if you want to join, Potter,” he arrogantly says, “That is if you can’t stop yourself from cumming within seconds.”

The thought of you being watched by your best friend caused warmth to pool in your belly. 

Taking off your blindfold with one hand, Sirius grabs a fistful of your hair, hauling you up until he can hug you close as he stands. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his long fingers framing your face. 

He forces you to look at the man who’s fisting his dick in one hand, while his other one grips tightly against the edge of the piano. 

He’s giving himself a string of pumps that matches the way Sirius is driving himself inside you.

“Y/N…” He sighs in yearning when your eyes meet, absolutely wrecked from how much effect you have on him, turning a shade redder than he already does. “You’re beautiful…”

“Yeah,” Sirius sneers, whispering in your ear, “My beautiful, beautiful slut.”

He penetrates you with aching shallowness between your legs, teasing you, moving with a rhythm like an inevitable sea tide. 

You squeeze around him, keening as your body starts to crave more. “Fuck, taking my fucking dick so good,” your boyfriend hisses, drowning in rapture.

“Sirius, please…” You glue your thighs together, clenching your walls around him.

“What, honey, do you want more?” Sirius questions melodiously, even when he knows you want him to lose control. “Want me to give it to you harder? Or do you want James too? Maybe find out if he can fuck you as good as I can.”

He must have been fucking you so good that your brain turns all mushy because right now, you want to turn his teasing words into reality. 

You’re not sure how you’re able to find the bravery within you to answer but your lips form the words before your mind can finish your thought. “Yes,” you whimper, and James almost moans at the sound. “Yes, please, I want him too—”

Sirius stops. For a moment, the smirk falters from his face, before— “Is that so?”

Siriu’s thrust turns forceful within an instant, pouring all his rage and jealousy in every plunge of his cock inside you. Your jaw turns slack, mouth wide open in a silent scream with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

He’s fucking you to prove a point, one hand rubbing furiously against your clit, slapping and abusing it until you cry out.

Sirius keeps his gaze on James, his eyes glowing menacingly as he growls out the words, “You think he can fuck you like I do?” He pulls himself out without giving you a chance to answer. 

Before you can groan at the loss of the delicious frictions he gave you, your boyfriend whirls you around until you’re face-to-face.

“He can’t,” Sirius says, squeezing your face with one hand. 

“No one can fuck you like I do. This fucking cunt won’t be satisfied until I fill you up.” He emphasizes by slapping a hand over your heat, making you jump and whine at the pain before your whole body shakes at the way he’s pumping his fingers into you again. “I’m the only one who can please you this way, Y/N. You got that?”

“Yes,” you reply in a faint cry, getting lightheaded as if he’s blocking oxygen to your head.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sirius.”

“Good.” He retracts his fingers, shoving them inside your mouth so you can taste yourself as he nudges his head, telling James to come close. “Let’s move to the couch. I want to fuck her mouth.”

Sirius sweeps off your feet, carrying you in his arms before he forces you to go on all fours on the couch. 

He tells James, whose shirt is sliding off his shoulders and his pants hanging low on his hips, to get into position as your boyfriend moves to stand on his knees before you.

 “Show me how much you love me,” your boyfriend purrs as he unfastens the tie around your wrists.

Obediently, you curl your fingers around his shaft and start your ministrations by giving him lazy strokes. Sirius threads his fingers through your hair, pushing back your hair as he thrusts himself into your mouth. 

“Pretty girl,” he praises, watching you flick your tongue over his tip. “I love you so much. Can’t go on a day without you. Need you so fucking bad.” He hypnotizes you with his words, your insides melting as they resonate through your brain.

James, settling himself on your other end, bends down to spit onto your cunt, spreading his saliva all over your lips with two of his fingers before he does the same to his cock. 

He prods his tip along your folds, breathing hard in anticipation with his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. 

You both groan at the sensation of his head passing your entrances just slightly the second you push your hips back. Fuck me, James can hear the unspoken words and he’s ready to oblige.

“Y/N” He paints soothing kisses along your spine, one hand splayed against your stomach. “I’m putting it in.”

Unlike Sirius, James moves slow, taking his time and waiting for you to adjust until he’s fully sheathed inside. 

Though he’s an inch shorter than Sirius’s, he’s wider in girth, rubbing against your walls and stretching you out in a way that has you whimpering around your boyfriend’s cock.

You can hear James taking a sharp breath, and a low, “Fuck…” It’s the first he ever let expletives depart from his pretty mouth, his silvery voice turning guttural.

“Tight, isn’t she?” Sirius asks him, pride sitting thick on his voice.

“Y-yeah…” James rocks his hips once, feeling your walls tighten even more at the friction. “And so… hot inside too…”

You slide Sirius’s cock out of your mouth, taking a breath and a moment to relish in the sensation of having another man fucking you in front of your boyfriend but Sirius’s not having it. 

He slaps his dick against the side of your face. “Who told you to stop?” He says.

“Pretty little whore wants to be filled in two holes at once, doesn’t she? Come on, baby.” You take him back—no, he shoves himself inside your mouth, making you gag around his length. 

He buries himself to the hilt right at the same time James does the same. Tears start to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

“Ah,” James breathes out as he picks up his pace, giving you shallow, pointed thrusts that hit your spot just right. “Wish I could see your face… Wish I could see how pretty you look as you take me in…” He closes the spaces between his chest and your back, kissing you softly on the nape. “You feel like heaven to me.”

An idea submerges in Sirius’s mind. Telling James to pull out, Sirius flips you over to your back, his cock hovering above your face as you take him in one hand. 

“There you go, Potter,” your boyfriend says.

“Now you can fuck my girl as you watch me fuck her mouth.”

James, now seeing you spread your legs for him, your pussy dripping and waiting for him to fill it up again, is on the verge of turning absolutely feral. 

The juvenile, innocent side of him has disappeared — replaced by a man with his blood boiling with desire. 

He pushes your legs forward, his hands gripping tight at the back of your thighs as he pushes back in — his cock standing hard enough that he can slide in without using his hands. 

He folds your body in half, knocking you forward and robbing a moan from the back of your throat.

 Gasping in surprise, you throw your face to the side, your filthy moans are spoken against the side of Sirius’s cock. You try your best to bring him back into your mouth, not wanting to upset him as you can see his rage flaring in his eyes.

“So good,” James grunts, his hips swaying obscenely. His shirt slides off his shoulders, stopping to pool around his elbows. “You’re perfect, so perfect, I love you—ah—”

At his confession, your walls flutter around him and you release Sirius from your mouth, shifting your gaze down to see James watching you with sentiment in his eyes, your stomach flipping in delight at the sight. 

It’s true that he can’t fuck you as good as your boyfriend can, but at the moment James exudes more feelings, pulling more emotions out of you. It pleases you just the same in such a different way.

Sirius, unsettled by the chemistry between you, clamps one hand around James’s throat and yanks him forward until their lips collide above you. 

Sirius kisses him forcefully, tongue thrusting inside, sloppily moving together inside James’s mouth until he has his drool dripping down his chin. 

James thrusts begin to stutter as Sirius breaks his concentration, mewling helplessly against his mouth. James had never been kissed this hard, never felt like his oxygen was stolen right from his lungs. 

When Sirius breaks away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, he tightens his fingers around James’s throat, making him wince from the pain.

“You get to fuck my girl,” Sirius growls. “But you don’t get to have her heart. It belongs to me. She belongs to me. Know your fucking place, Potter.”

“Sirius—” he chokes, one hand curling around Sirius’s wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip.

The brunette kisses him again, hard enough to turn James’s lips all swollen before he tells him, “Lie down.”

James, receiving a hard shove on his chest, falls on the couch, his limbs all tangled with yours as he’s pressed flat on his back. 

Sirius lifts your body, grabbing you harshly by your hair as he forces you to lie down on top of James, your face hovering above his. 

James gulps at the sudden proximity between you, shaky eyes peering into yours. 

You look breathtaking with your lips all bruised and your lipstick smeared to your cheeks, your chin wet with saliva, and Sirius’s pre-cum. 

You’re so beautiful and dirty at the same time, reek of purity and sensuality.

“Sit on his cock, baby,” Sirius says, and with wobbly legs, you position yourself on James’s length, sinking agonizingly slowly onto his dick until he’s buried deep, your clit grazing the trimmed hairs on his pelvis.

“Ah—mmm,” James turns into a moaning mess, his cock pulsating hard inside you. Your body is weak but you still find the strength to smile when he gently strokes your face. 

“Feels good?” He questions which you reciprocate with a feeble nod, your eyes shifting to his lips and James gets the message. 

You meet each other halfway, lips molding, slow dancing with one another. For a moment, serenity hugs you both, moaning softly against each other’s mouth with him whispering praises between kisses, “Sweet… You taste so sweet… I can kiss you for eternity and it won’t be enough…”

You’re about to move your hips when Sirius stands on his knees behind you, each hand on your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. 

Your body jolts, almost accidentally biting on James’s tongue when you feel Sirius spitting harshly onto your hole. 

Shock runs like electricity through your veins. “Wait—Sirius—”

“Relax, baby,” he says, closing his eyes as pushes his face forward, his tongue circling the rim of your hole, giving you the sensation you’ve never felt before in your life.

“Oh—God—” You cry out, both thrilled and a bit terrified from how strange it feels.

James, aroused by your expression, slightly bucks his hips upward, thrusting into you. “sweetheart…” he whispers, “Pay attention to me too…”

At the feeling of Sirius’s tongue probing against your hole, James’s hot, throbbing length rubbing against your walls, you can barely think about anything but you try your best to comply. 

You lean down to kiss him again, your eyebrows furrowed as you feel James driving himself a little further inside you. You both muffle each other’s moans, soft lips hugging another pair in a way that can only be described as romantic.

Sirius glides one finger inside you, doing as gently as he can to not hurt you. Your body turns rigid in discomfort and your boyfriend calms you down by placing open-mouthed kisses on the skin that covers your tailbone. 

“Love, relax,” he says, losing the venom that once coated his tongue. “I won’t hurt you. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“We’ll make you feel good,” James corrects, casting a smile too innocent to be thrown in this situation as he pushes a lock of your hair behind your ear. “We love you. All we’re trying to do is to please you.”

“That’s right,” Sirius chuckles, dipping his tongue inside your heat this time before he licks a stripe up and returns to your rear. “So be a good girl and relax for me, okay?”

You draw a deep breath. “Okay…”

James props one elbow on the couch, raising his body slightly so he can whisper in your ear, “Just focus on me. Focus on the way I’m sliding inside you. Can you feel it? Can you feel where we’re connected?”

You shakily nod, feeling his smile pressing against the contour of your jawline.

Now that you’re loose enough to take one finger inside, Sirius spits onto his hand again before he brings another one of his digits, scissoring you wide open. Every time you flinch, your boyfriend would reward you with another tender kiss on your skin. “I won’t rush,” Sirius assures you. “I’ll wait as long as you need until you’re ready.”

The sudden change of his attitude works perfectly on calming your nerves, and once your body relaxes, Sirius pushes his third fingers inside. “I think you can take me now, baby,” he says, rising tall on his knees. “I’ll take it slow, okay?”

James holds you close, shrouding you with his arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here.” He kisses your ear, murmuring, “Just focus on me…”

Sirius pushes his length into your rear as slowly as he can, muttering a gravelly, “Fuck, you’re even tighter this way,” under his breath.

“Ah,” you whimper, fingers clenching into fists. “Sirius, I can’t… It’s too much…”

“You can, baby,” Sirius replies in a guttural moan, leaning forward to mouth his words against your nape. “Just a little bit more–ah, Christ–”

“Siri–”

“I know,” he swallows his breath. “I swear I’ll make you feel so good after this, baby.”

The friction burns to the point that you almost feel like giving up but Sirius is trying his best to be gentle. James kisses you to swallow your groan, distracting you from the pain. 

It takes another few seconds before Sirius is fully enveloped by your warmth, just like James is and he chuckles, rewarding you by showering kisses down your back. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Having two men inside you at the same time is something you wouldn’t even have the bravery to imagine and yet here you are.

“I’ll start to move, okay?” Sirius says after giving you a moment to catch your breath, and you spin your head to the side to slant your lips together with him.

“Okay…” you breathe out. Your boyfriend rewards you with a smile and one last kiss on your bare shoulder before he straightens his back, places his hands on each side of your hips, and begins to move.

“Ah—fuck—” You can feel tears stinging your eyes, from pain or pleasure, you’re not sure, probably both. 

With every drive of Sirius’s hips, you’re sinking lower onto James’s cock, the three of you grinding against one another — it’s awkward for the first few seconds, each of you trying to match your rhythm but once you find it, waves of pleasure start to come crashing in.

“How do you feel?” Sirius asks, uncharacteristically solemn as he’s worried of your well-being. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no.”

“Does it feel good?” James chimes in, peering into your eyes.

“Yes,” you exhale in bliss. “I feel so… full.”

Sirius smiles, exhaling in relief. “Well then, how about we take it up a notch?” He adds more force into his thrust, sending you toppling down with your head landing on James’s chest. 

James can feel it too, the snap of his hips and the way your walls are hugging him tightly. Sirius is in control, leaving both of you under his mercy.

“How is it, baby?” Your boyfriend speaks between his labored breathing. “Feels good?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, clawing against James’s chest as you feel like you’re trapped between heaven and earth. James’s thick hardness opens you up while Sirius’s penetrates deep inside your body.

“Wanna fuck you harder,” your boyfriend says once he feels your muscles unwinding, your tight hole finally adjusting to his size. “Wanna fuck you so hard until I cum, baby, can I?”

“Me too.” James takes one of your breasts in his hand, tongue circling your nipple. “I want it, sweetheart.” He mouths against your skin. “Want to feel you clench harder around me.”

You bite the corner of your lip, nodding your head as your heart rate escalates fast. “Ah—mmm, yeah.”

With your permission, both men hastily pick up the pace, robbing a scream from the back of your throat when James lifts his hips at the same time Sirius pushes forward. 

You feel like floating — it’s insane how your body can still handle this instead of breaking apart. Sirius penetrates deep but James grazes the spot that makes your vision turn white. 

Gasping in surprise, you blurt out his name. “Ah, James—”

Sirius’s hand slithers from behind, clasping firmly against your mouth. “I’ve told you,” he snarls, “You either scream my name or nothing at all. Don’t piss me off.”

Sirius never hurts you, he would rather die than lay a finger on you but at that time, anger radiates off of him in a way that sends fear crawling on your skin. You nod your head, eyes wide open in shock, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Now what do you say?”

“I want you, Sirius.”

“Want me to do what?”

“Want you to fuck–ah–want you to fuck me–”

“Scream for me, baby.” Sirius turns to hard, pitiless thrusts, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it against your back. 

He snaps his hips, once, twice, emphasizing his next words. “Scream. my. fucking. name.”

He’s forcing it out of you, making you cry out his name in such a pathetic way, you turn the other man jealous. 

James, now wanting nothing more but to get your attention and reach his high, starts to abandon his effort in being docile. “I want you to look at me,” he begs, rutting his hips harder against yours. “I want you to look at me as I cum—”

“Cum inside her and I’ll kill you,” Sirius growls, his nails digging painfully into your hips.

“But—ah!” James throws his head back, feeling like he’s already on his limit. “I can’t—I can’t hold it—”

Sirius breaks away, wrapping an arm around your stomach and yanking you close to his chest until James has no choice but to slide out of you. “On your knees,” Sirius orders him. “You can cum in her mouth.”

It wouldn’t feel as delightful nor as satisfying compared to shooting his seeds inside your walls, but James — knowing his position — takes what he can get. 

You return to your hands and knees as James stands before you, the tip of his cock, coated with your slick, hanging a few centimeters away from you.

Sirius pushes himself inside your pussy this time, sending your body forward right at the same time you’re taking James into your mouth. 

He fucks you fast, knowing that he doesn’t have to be gentle this way. James winces at the vibration your mouth gives him, his hips slowly moving on their own. 

He lands one hand on your hair, stroking your strands first and tugging at the roots when you moan harder around him at the feeling of Sirius pulling out only to slide his dick inside your ass. 

“Goddamn, I love this,” Sirius rasps, giving one thrust inside your hole, and another one in your cunt next. “Both your ass and your pussy feel so good. So fucking tight. All for me.”

Your face is burning, your heart soaring high, and you’ve been standing on the edge for so long, your body can’t keep up with this any longer. Stroking James’s cock in one hand, you plead, “Fuck, Sirius, don’t play around—I—I need to cum.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, still constantly changing from one hole to another. “You want it, baby? Tell James who’s making you feel good right now.”

You chew on your lip, your hazy eyes drifting up to meet his azure ones. James’s face is set in resigned sad lines, his heart breaks in his eyes when you say, “Y-you, Sirius!”

Sensing the hesitation in your voice, Sirius fills the dip of your spine with his chest, his hand sneaking to your throat before his fingers frame your jaw, forcing you to whirl your head around to face him as he hovers right above your shoulder. 

“I can’t hear you,” he says, “Who fucks you the best?”

You put more pressure on your words. “You, Sirius.”

Sirius fixates his gaze on James’s face, smirking both contemptuously and arrogantly. “Louder, Sweetheart.”

“You, Sirius!”

Keeping his eyes on the other male’s face, he croons, “Well, I guess I have to live up to my name then.”

Sirius moves back and forth, burying himself so deep in your cunt that you can feel his tip kissing your cervix. 

He’s urging you on to your ecstasy, giving you a glimpse of what heaven feels like, by brushing his fingers over your sensitive clit and then presses, over and over again, teasing and taking as he claims your everything.

James flinches when your grip around him gets a little too tight, your orgasm approaching fast that you forget to pay attention to the man kneeling before you. 

“Fuck my mouth,” you tell him, as you have no strength to spoil him any longer. With your hands balancing yourself on the couch, you relax your jaw and let him push in as much as he wants into your mouth.

A sudden snap of Sirius’s hips makes you moan louder and James gasps, the muscles in his abs tautening as he’s drawing closer to his climax. “Ah, —I’m gonna cum—“

“What about you, love?” Sirius’s breathing turns labored. “Gonna cum too? Gonna cum hard on my cock while he cums in your mouth?” He lands his palm on your head, shoving you harder onto James’s cock. 

“Do it then, you filthy whore.”

James moans loudly, his blush spreading to his ears. “G-God,” he nearly whimpers as he hits the back of your throat. “sweetheart–”

Within seconds, the waves of pleasure inside you crest higher and at last, your orgasm crashes over you, stealing your breath and sending the roar and rush of blood ringing in your ears. 

You have no choice but to pull away from James and thankfully, he lets you even when he was so close to achieving his ecstasy.

“Ah, I can feel it,” Sirius chuckles, his hips moving erratically as he’s nearing his brink. “Squeezing around me like that. Been my girl for so long and you still have the best fucking cunt in the world, baby.” He keeps moving his hips, overstimulating you until you let out a spurt, drenching the leather material of the couch with your juices.

“Wait, Sirius—” You sob out, your thighs trembling. “I’m still—”

“I know, baby, just give me a few seconds more,” Sirius says, panting hard, losing his rhythm. This aural evidence of his impending orgasm triggers another for you—smaller, but no less intense. 

“Gonna fucking cum—I’m gonna—ah, fuck—” You can feel it exactly the moment he hits his orgasm, giving a forceful thrust one last time before he slows down, a drawled-out moan fleeting from his lips. 

He still rocks his hips, fucking his seeds back into your hole, his head thrown back as he relishes in the sensation.

Dazed and wrecked, you watch James going down to his knees before you, one hand stroking his shaft while his other one finds your face, pulling you into a kiss. 

He lays his temple against yours as he closes his eyes, nibbling on his lower lip as he pumps himself faster. 

Seeing how rough Sirius fucked you earlier sends his blood pumping and James needs his release. “Touch me, please…”

Sirius, hearing his words, untangles his fingers from your hair. He pushes you down by the nape until your closed lips are pressed against the head of James’s cock, his pre-cum staining your mouth. 

“Take care of him, baby,” your boyfriend says and in your haze, you separate your mouth, taking him in as much as you can. James groans, your mouth feels scorching hot and wet compared to his cold hands.

“Mmh—” you moan around him, giving James the final touch that he needs to send himself to cloud nine. James ejaculates inside your mouth with his lips —  his hand lands on your shoulder, conflicted between pushing you away so he won’t stain you with his essence more than he already does, or keeping you still so you can swallow everything down your throat. 

None of you are given any chance, however, as your boyfriend says, “Keep it in your mouth.”

Sirius pulls you up, your back flush against his chest as his face hovers above you, staring at you upside down. 

“Open up,” he commands and you do, parting your lips to let him take a glimpse of James’s thick, white semen pooling inside your mouth. 

Sirius smirks. “He came a lot, didn’t he?” Before you’re given a chance to respond, your boyfriend spits into your mouth, his hand pressing against the underside of your jaw. “Now, swallow.”

James watches the scene with his jaw hanging slack, unable to believe that this is the reality he’s seeing. He watches you share another inverted kiss with your boyfriend, with Sirius moaning against your mouth as he tastes the rest of James’s cum on your tongue.

James finally snaps out of the haze—though just barely—after watching you kiss Sirius like your life depends on it. His eyes are still glazed over with lust, lips parted, chest rising and falling a little too fast. He looks like he’s forgotten where he is—forgotten everything except you.

Then Sirius leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice is dark silk. “What do you say, baby? To Potter?”

You turn your head slowly, gaze locking onto James’s. There’s no teasing in his expression now—just raw want, wide and open. He’s still watching you like he can’t believe you’re real.

Your voice is soft, shaky. “Thank you, James.”

A slow, crooked smile pulls at his mouth. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

Satisfied, Sirius peels himself away from you and strides toward James, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface. The space narrows until it vanishes altogether—Sirius grabs James by the throat, rough but controlled, and drags him forward.

It’s James who breaks first—slamming his lips into Sirius’s like he’s been waiting years for this. The kiss is wild and urgent, all teeth and tongues and barely restrained need.

You feel the heat rise again in your chest, between your legs, just watching them.

When they finally part, their lips are swollen, breaths ragged. James leans in close, voice low and reverent, and whispers against Sirius’s mouth:

regulus murmured in his sleep, a habit he apparently didn’t grow out of. a mumbled string of your name tumbling from his lips, breathier and breathier. you started to think that maybe he was awake, trying to see if you too were struggling to fall asleep. but when you whispered his name, there was no response.

you closed your eyes, ignoring the persistent unintelligible murmurs, when you felt a twitch against your hips. you jolted immediately, trying to squirm away but regulus held tight. his nose ran up your neck as he slept, his now obvious erection pressed into your ass. you blushed, embarrassed at the contact despite no one but you knowing what was happening under the covers.

you didn’t stop it as regulus began to rut, his desperation surprising you. his pale hand moving up your chest, groping you in a way that was much too intentional for a sleeping man. you turned your head slightly, catching sight of regulus’s tightly shut eyes and parted lips. you turned away again as his eyes started to flutter open, his hips still moving with urgency.

“fuck,” he hissed, his hand falling from your breasts, his hips stopping their ruts. you nearly whimpered at that.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, like he had known you were awake.

you didn’t respond for a moment, face half hidden by your hair. “is that why you won’t sleep with me anymore?”

it was regulus’s turn to stay silent, embarrassed to admit what you already knew. “I… I couldn’t control it. it wasn’t… I mean, it couldn’t have been you.” his nose nudged your neck, his deep inhale contradicting his words. “you’re my sister.” his cock throbbed as he spoke the word.

you bit your lip, fighting the urge to move against him. you tilted your head, giving him more access to your neck. his tongue darted out instinctively, licking your salty skin. “my sister… my twin… we’re one and the same,” he murmured, still exhausted.

you didn’t stop him as he gripped your hips, keeping you locked in place as if you had been the one to grind against his swollen prick. he pressed a kiss to your neck, hips jerking as he savored your taste. you whimpered then, skin heated. regulus groaned deeply, grinding slowly. “I only think about you, you know,” he mumbled. “I think about you when I touch my cock. you’re so pretty… always thought you were so pretty… you belong to me in every way. my flesh, my blood… my other half.”

you shuddered as he sped up his movements, now pulling on your hips to meet his twitching cock. “I couldn’t bear to sleep with you anymore. I felt so guilty knowing I was jerking off while you slept next to me… lifting your thin little nightgowns to stare at your ass… groping you… kissing you…”

you blushed, biting your lip as he shamelessly humped your ass. he continued, “I almost couldn’t resist you as you cried. when you’d lay in the floor beside me. so close. I wanted to pull you under the covers and touch you, explore you, fuck you.”

he groaned, his hand slipping between your thighs, rubbing your clit. “fuck… your pussy is so warm. you’re so warm. you’re so perfect.”

you stayed silent, letting him part your legs. you stared up at him as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock covered by his underwear and a pair of sweats while your pussy was only concealed by your flimsy panties, the fabric sticking to your folds. regulus licked his lips before his eyes met yours. stormy gray met stormy gray, blown pupils nearly making your mirrored eyes appear black. he thrusted against your pussy, completely shameless now. you allowed him, not fighting against his hands that held your thighs apart.

The Gryffindor common room was warm with an orange hue from the fire, and faint laughter crackling beneath the noise of pages turning. 

You sat curled in the crook of James’s lap, your cheek against his chest as he read aloud from one of your shared textbooks, his voice steady and comforting, even though you weren’t listening anymore.

Sirius was pacing nearby, fidgety and barefoot, hair mussed from where he kept tugging on it. His shirt was barely buttoned, and he had that smug look that always meant he was up to something.

Remus, curled sideways in an armchair, long legs hanging over the armrest, watched Sirius with the patience of a saint and the suspicion of someone who knew him far too well. 

“So when exactly were you going to tell us?” Remus asked, lazily turning a page in his worn copy of The Hobbit.

Sirius grinned and flopped dramatically into the chair opposite. “Shipment came in this morning. You should’ve seen the owl. Grumpy bastard nearly bit me.

Remus’s brows lifted. “And what exactly did this grumpy owl bring you, hmm?”

James snorted against your temple. “Something that’s going to get us all banned from the tower if McGonagall catches wind of it.”

Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and leaned over to tap the side of his nose. “Let’s just say, the good stuff. Two rolls and three little boxes, plus the new batch of glitter ones. Stronger than last time.”

You blinked, sitting up slightly from James’s chest. “Glitter ones?”

All three of them paused, the kind of pause that made it very obvious they’d forgotten you were in the room.

Sirius immediately flashed you a charming, toothy grin. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, darling.”

James kissed the side of your head, smoothing a hand down your back. “Just stuff we use to unwind. Not really your thing, love.”

Remus, of course, watched you closest. His green eyes flicked over your expression, studying the soft knit of your brows, the way your lips parted just slightly. 

“You’re curious,” he said simply.

You ducked your head back into James’ chest, cheeks going warm. “A little.”

Sirius barked a laugh, and James squeezed you gently. “Our little pup wants to go to the moon with us, eh?”

Remus didn’t laugh. His voice lowered just enough to draw your eyes to him. “Curious is one thing. Ready is another.”

~~~~~

The Astronomy Tower always felt like their place. Above the school, above the rules – high enough that it felt like the stars were listening. Sirius had a blanket spread on the stone floor and his cloak wrapped around his shoulders, loose like a shawl. He passed the joint to James with practised ease, laughing around a story you weren’t following.

James sat beside you this time, his hand playing absently with yours. You were snuggled between him and Remus, your head tucked on Remus’s shoulder, both of them warm in the cool night air.

Sirius exhaled smoke toward the stars. “Felt like the first time I saw Reg got absolutely slaughtered on firewhisky. Poor bastard tried to flirt with a mirror.”

James howled with laughter, and even Remus let out a soft chuckle as you rocked with the movement.

You watched them quietly, now hugging your knees to your chest, oversized jumper keeping you warm. They all looked so comfortable, maybe the thing they were smoking smelled funny, but you wanted to feel it too. Feel as relaxed and laugh as hard as they did.

Sirius caught you watching and winked. “Want some, darling?”

You hesitated. “I… maybe? I want to feel what you’re all feeling.”

Remus shifted beside you, his hand heavy against your shoulder, pulling your body until you’re flush against his chest, relaxing into his arms. “It’s not just the joint, love.”

You look up at him over your shoulder, “I thought what you were smoking was making you all feel funny?”

Sirius held up the joint between his fingers. “This, yeah. But I also took a little gummy about an hour ago.” He grinned, proud of himself. “The kind that makes everything feel like clouds and lava all at once.”

James added helpfully, “We took them together before dinner. Mine just kicked in.”

You blinked. “So you’re not just high. You're extra high?”

“Basically.” Sirius passed the joint to James, who took another slow drag, tilting his head toward the sky as he exhaled. “Which is why, love, you might want to wait. This stuff’s not for baby puppies.”

“I’m not a baby,” you mutter, leaning further into Remus with your arms crossed.

Remus’s gaze was sharp, though his touch around your waist was gentle. “No. But you’re ours. And we don’t want you to rush into something you don’t understand.”

James flicked ashes into a little enchanted jar. “We should show her the stash. So that she knows what’s what.”

“Not up here,” Remus said immediately. “Late, maybe. With all of us.”

James leans over, nuzzling your cheek and whispering, “We’ll take care of you, yeah? Always.”

You melt into his touch, giggling to yourself as he kisses all over your face.

Back in the dorm later, the boys let you sit on the edge of their bed as Sirius knelt beside the bottom drawer of his trunk, unlocking it with a quiet flick of magic.

Inside was a velvet-lined box. Several, actually.

Your eyes went wide.

“This,” Sirius began, holding up a shimmery purple chocolate, “is one of the glitter ones. Warmth, light body float, extra giggly.”

He picked up a deep blue one. “This? Time goes weird. Don’t recommend unless you’ve got nothing to do for twelve hours.”

The third is glittery pink, pretty. “This is one I had earlier. Not too strong, just makes you feel happy and relaxed.”

Another, red and shaped like a heart. “This one’s a little special. I was saving it. Makes you, well, hot. All over. Can’t think straight. Touch feels like lightning. Fun for group nights.”

You’re left with more questions than answers. “Hot?”

Remus’s hand slid gently over your lower back. “Aroused, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you breathed, eyes wide.

Sirius grinned wolfishly and snapped the box shut. “But not for you. Not yet.”

James chuckled, pulling you into his lap. “Not until our good girl is ready. And when you are…” He brushed his lips to your ear, biting on the lobe. “We’ll take care of every inch of you.”

Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead like a promise. “No rushing. No pressure.”

Sirius blew out a breath and flopped backwards onto the bed. “Can’t believe we’re this responsible now. Look at us.”

“Shocking,” Remus deadpanned.

You giggled and curled closer to James, your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.

And as you eventually drifted off in the tangle of arms and warmth, the drawer with the stash stayed in the corner of your mind. Tucked away. Waiting.

~~~~~

The sun was lazy and warm, stretching gracefully across the Hogwarts lawn. It was a rare afternoon, no rain, no wind, no assignments due, just grass, light and the soft hum of spring. 

You were curled sideways in Sirius’s lap on a blanket they’d laid out beneath a tree, his arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. He smelled like cedarwood, smoke and the last of his cologne, and he was warm–too warm, probably, with how the sun bathed the back of his black humper. Not that he cared. Sirius loved the drama of melting for you.

Remus was stretched out nearby, one knee bent, flipping lazily through Advanced Potion Brewing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up past his forearms so a couple of his scars were visible. James sat beside him, close enough that their legs brushed, his fingers plucking bits of grass and twirling them around. His hair was wild from Quidditch practice, cheeks still flushed pink from exertion.

Sirius blew on your neck. “You’re squirmy today, darling.”

“I’m not,” you mumbled, shifting again to get comfortable. “You’re warm.”

“You love my warmth.”

“I love your mouth shut,” Remus mused without looking up from his book.

“Rude,” Sirius chuckled against your ear. “You hear that? Verbal abuse. In front of a lady.”

James snorted. “You deserve worse, Padfoot.”

“You usually give me worse,” Sirius purred.

That earned a flicker of reaction. Remus’s eyes slid sideways, just enough to pin James in place.

“You do?” you asked softly, turning your head toward James. James’s ears turn pink.

“I mean, sometimes,” he said, tossing the grass away and sitting back. “When Moony lets me.”

Remus’s lips quirked. “When you earn it.”

You felt Sirius’s arms tighten around your waist slightly as he watched them, interest spiking like a cat watching prey. “Here we go,” he whispers into your shoulder.

Remus sat up slowly, his gaze still trained on James. “You’re getting twitchy again, love.”

“I’m fine,” James said a little too quickly, his hands now picking at the hem of his shirt.

“Mm,” Remus reached out, caught Jame’s chin gently between his long fingers, and turned his face to look up at him. “That mouth’s getting cheeky. You sure you don’t need help with that?”

James opened his mouth to sass, but Remus kissed him before he could get the words out. Firm, slow, all knowing. James melted instantly. His hands dropped, and you could see the tension leave his body in waves as Remus deepened the kiss.

Sirius chuckled lightly to himself, clearly delighted. “Gods, I love when he goes soft like that.”

You were watching, wide-eyed, as James whimpered against Remus’s mouth, just once, and Remus took that as an invitation to push him gently backwards until James was leaning on his elbows, staring up like he couldn’t remember what the sky looked like.

“Is he…” You trailed off.

“Melting?” Sirius answered. “Yeah. Happens every time.”

Remus finally pulled back, licking his bottom lip like he was tasting victory. James was flushed, breathless, and slightly stunned.

“You already, pretty boy?” Remus asked softly.

James blinked. “Yeah.”

Sirius grinned, nuzzling your cheek. “I adore watching them. Don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, heat pooling in your belly. The air felt warmer. Everything felt more.

You shifted in Sirius’ hold, curling in closer, and said before you could chicken out. “So if I wanted to try the glitter one, I’d just take a quarter, right?”

Everything stilled. Sirius barked a laugh and leaned his head back, grinning toward the sky. “Merlin, that’s adorable.”

Remus turned his head slowly, one brow lifting. “A quarter?”

“That’s what you said, Sirius–”

“I said a quarter of the purple one if you’re new, not the glitter,” he corrected, smirking. “The glitter one will have you think you’re a mermaid and trying to swim in the sink. It’s euphoric and bright and made, absolutely not starter level.”

James sat up again, still slightly flushed in the cheeks. “Isn’t the glitter one that makes everything smell like strawberries?” 

“No,” Sirius said dramatically. “That’s the fizzy. Gods, none of you ever listen to me.”

Remus was now just watching you, head tilted slightly. “Do you even remember what the shimmer one does, love?”

You take a moment to think, “Hands glow?”

“Nope,” Sirius said gleefully, enjoying this moment far too much.

Remus gave you a look that was all affection, all fondness, but with just enough edge to remind you who was in charge. “Not quite ready yet, pup.”

You pouted, turning slightly to tuck your face into Sirius’s neck. “I’m trying.”

“I know,” Remus said gently. “And I love that you’re curious. Bu we’ll wait.”

James scooted forward and kissed your knee. “You’ll get there, sweetheart. And when you do…”

Sirius whispered against your ear, “We’ll make it a very good night.”

You squirmed, suddenly shy again. Sirius gave a lot to him and looked back toward James and Remus, watching the lingering way Remus’s hand rested on James’s thigh now. “Well. Somebody’s getting marked tonight.

James groaned and chucked a flower at him. Remus looked entirely unbothered. 

Then the bell rang, echoing faintly through the grounds.

James sighed. “Quidditch. Come on, Padfoot. Let the poor girl go.”

Remus stood and stretched. “Prefect rounds.”

Sirius helped you to your feet and kissed your cheek. “Be good.” He winked. “Or don’t. We’ll find out later.”

James kissed you twice, once on the cheek, once on your lips, and whispered, “Our girl.”

Remus’s hand trailed briefly along your lower back as he passed. “We love you. No exploring the drawers while we’re gone.” 

Your cheeks burned. “I won’t!”

They walked away with teasing murmurs and shoulder bumps, Sirius turning around to blow you a kiss before Remus shoved him forward. 

You sat back down in the grass with the scent of them still lingering in the breeze, heart whole, belly warm.

An hour passed before you stood from the lawn and decided to head back to the shared dorm room. It was always eerily quiet without any of them in there.

Sirius had left a mess of clothes scattered across the floor, his leather jacket draped over Remus’s desk chair, and James’s broom sat resting against the foot of his bed. The scent still lingered on the pillows, and it was comforting, but not enough.

You were curled in the centre of their oversized bed, arms hugging your legs, chin tucked between your knees. Why was it always so boring when they weren’t around?

You did try just to relax, listening to Remus’s records or reading some of your books, but the drawer kept catching your eye.

Maybe you weren’t ready. But you were tired of feeling left out and being treated like a baby. They all got to float and laugh and kiss and touch each other like nothing in the world could ever go wrong. And you watched that.

You watched to show them you could handle it, that you weren’t just the sweet, sheltered pup. You could be bold. You could belong.

You sat on the edge of the bed, chewing your lip, staring at the drawer like it might open itself.

And then you stood, the drawer wasn’t locked. You opened it slowly, tentatively. Inside the velvet boxes, little tins, colour-coded chocolates and candies lay. You tried to remember which one was which. 

“Purple. Quarter. Starter one.”

You squirted. Was the purple one the shimmer? Or the calm one? Your eyes landed on a deep red heart-shaped sweet in a velvet box. Small. Pretty. Safe-looking, not remembering the specifics of the effects that Sirius had explained.

You plucked it out of the pouch and turned it over in your hand. You bit off a corner—just a nibble. Then, after a second, another, until the sweet was consumed completely.

It tasted like a blend of rose and strawberry, with a slight hint of spiciness. Your heart pounded, and you waited. And nothing happened.

No floating, no laughing or waves of bliss. Your shoulders sank. “Seriously?”

You gave it a few more minutes, paced a little, even sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for anything. But there was no difference. Your tongue still worked. Your mind was clear. Nothing was spinning—no sherbet flavours or dreamy sighs.

Disappointed, you changed into your uniform and headed down to dinner.

The Great Hall was busy, buzzing with students. The candlelight above seemed a little brighter tonight, but you figured it was just your eyes adjusting.

You found them halfway up the Gryffindor table. Sirius immediately scooted over nd patted the bench beside him. “There’s my girl.”

James beamed from the other side of the table. “You look sweet enough to eat.”

Remus gave you a look. A very Remus look. Like he was scanning you for signs of trouble, and your heart did a nervous flutter.

But then he smiled and tugged you gently to sit between him and Sirius. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you said quickly, averting your eyes, always embarrassed when all their eyes are on you.

Sirius leaned over and kissed your temple tenderly, and your breath caught. For just a moment, your skin tingled.

Weird.

You tried to shake it off. It was probably just your imagination or nerves.

Reaching for your goblet, your hands were just the tiniest bit shaky.

“Eat something,” James encouraged. “You’ve gone all flushed.”

“She always does when she has Remus’ full attention on her,” Sirius says proudly, planting another kiss on your skin. “Don’t worry, pup, I do too.” 

You smiled, biting back a laugh, and then you felt it.

 A low throb in your belly.

You shifted on the bench. Remus was buttering a roll. His hand brushed your knee under the table—just casual, absent-minded affection.

You nearly jolted. Your thighs clenched painfully close. Heat licked up your spine.

You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking to the doorway, the ceiling, anywhere but them.

Sirius reached across you to steal a bite from James’s plate, his arm brushing your chest. “Oi, Prongs, don’t hot the potatoes, love.”

James rolled his eyes and leaned across the table closer to you, reaching over the centre to grip your hand. It was meant just to be a soft show of affection. That’s when you felt it for real.

The ache. Low. Deep. Hot.

Your underwear was damp. Then soaked. Like a tap had opened up between your thighs but it was from your cunt. You froze. Your thighs were wet.

Your stomach cramped sharply, curling inward like a clenched fist. “Oh god,” you whispered, not being able to stop yourself.

Remus looked at you sharply. “What’s wrong?”

You forced a smile, unable to meet his eye, picking up your fork. “N-Nothing. Just a stitch.”

Sirius leaned in closer. “You alright, darling?”

Your eyes burned. Panic bloomed in your chest. You could feel it pooling beneath you, heat, slick, an unbearable pressure in your lower belly as if you needed something and didn’t know what.

You whimpered without meaning to.

Remus’s eyes narrowed, concerned. “Love…”

James’s hand is across the table again, holding onto your wrist, his thumb stroking your skin in soothing strokes. “Wha’ts hurting?”

His touch was making the sensation worse. “ I-I just need–” you couldn’t finish. 

You stood up abruptly. Too fast.

Sirius tried to reach for you, but you were already sliding out of the bench on unsteady legs. “Bathroom,” you choked out. “Be right back.”

And you ran. You bolted from the Great Hall, barely aware of your feet hitting the stone, of the voices calling after you.

Your hands trembled as you pushed open the nearest door and locked it behind you, sagging against it with a sob. 

Your underwear was soaked. Your thighs were dripping. Your clit was a hard nub, filled with blood and throbbing. The cramps were worse, like your body was begging, screaming, clenching for something, but nothing could fix it.

You were shaking so violently that your teeth were chattering together. You slid to the floor, pressing your palm against your belly, trying not to cry.

You were so stupid. You’d wanted to prove something. To feel like them. To be strong, like Sirius. Cool, like James. In control, like Remus. 

But now your body was on fire. And your mind was foggy. And you were so wet that it was running down your legs. And you didn’t even know how to make it stop. 

They were going to be so angry. Or worse, they’d be disappointed. You buried your face in your hands.

Outside, the sounds of the castle continued: laughter, footsteps, the clinking of cutlery. But in here? You were falling apart.

~~~~~

The dorm door slammed behind you as you stumbled inside, your fingers trembling before you collapsed onto the edge of the magically sized bed, big enough for all four of you.

As you curled into a ball, all you could feel was how soaked the sheets became the second you sat down. You were panting. Seating. Your skin was boiling. Every inch of you is too tight, too sensitive. Your thighs were slick with arousal, and your panties were drenched; the cramping in your belly was sharp, needy and awful all at once. 

You whimpered and clutched at your stomach. “Please…”

You didn’t know who you were begging. Everything hurt. You needed something, anything, to make the pain go away; you just didn’t know what to do.

You’d been stupid. So stupid.

The door suddenly bangs again—voices and rushed steps.

You barely lifted your head before they were flooding in.

“Pup?” All three of your boyfriends stopped dead.

You were curled up on the bed, trembling, your skirt bunched around your hips, one leg pulled up, and your panties, if they could still be called that, were completely soaked, translucent, sticking to your thighs.

The scent of your arousal hit the air like a spell. Sirius was the first to move, instinct sharp and immediate. “Fuck. Fuck, darling–” he was at your side in seconds, on his knees in front of the bed, hands hovering but not touching. “What happened?”

You sobbed, grabbing at his shirt, nails digging into the fabric. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening– it hurts, I can’t– I’m so– I’m so wet–”

Remus moved slowly, deliberately, coming up behind you as Sirius cradled your face. James hovered near the door, stunned, lips parted.

Then Remus’s eyes flicked to the drawer. It was open. Wide open. And a red velvet box was missing.

Realisation hit him like lightning. “No. Tell me you didn’t–”

“I just– I wanted– to feel like you– to be strong–” your voice cracked, high and frantic. “I only took the one. I thought it was the nice one–”

Sirius's breath hitched. “What colour, love?”

“Red,” you whispered.

James finally moved, crossed the room and dropped to his knees at your other side. “Oh, love–no.”

“That was the aphrodisiac”, Remus said tightly, jaw clenching. “The strongest one.”

Sirius cupped your face gently, his voice tense. “That was meant to be split for the four of us. Together. You weren’t–fuck, darling, you weren’t ready for that.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “I know, I didn’t know– I tried to be good–”

Remus turned to Sirius. “How strong was it?”

“Really fucking strong.”

Your hips rolled without meaning to. “Please–” you sobbed, tears dripping down your neck. “I can’t– everything hurts– I need – please touch me–”

James climbed onto the bed, stroking your face. His hand found your inner thigh, and his breath hitched. “She’s soaked, Moons. Dripping everywhere.”

Remus’s jaw ticked. “We’ll help you, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, year?”

You nodded frantically, gripping onto the pillow beneath your head and moving it between your legs, rocking your soaked core against it, needing some form of relief.

“Good girl,” Sirius said, voice low, eyes locked on where you’re riding his pillow between your thighs. “You’re gonna let us take care of you. You’ve been so brave.” Your body trembled, completely overwhelmed.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until Remus kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“Love,” he tried to remain calm, encouraging as his thumb brushed your soaked lips, “You have to breathe. Deep, slow. You hear me?”

You nodded, butthe ache in your cunt was so loud it made everything else feel fuzzy. You were soaked, clenching around nothing, slick running down your thighs, pooling under you, your clit swollen and throbbing. It hurt. Everything hurt in the best and worst ways.

Sirius groaned deeply behind Remus. “She’s fucking ruined already, and we haven’t even touched her.”

James pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and close to your ear. “You did so well trying to wait for us, honey. We’ve got you now.”

“I-I need–” you gasped. “It’s not enough, nothing's enough, please–”

Remus’s hand moved down between your thighs, two fingers flipping through your soaked folds. “Fuck, you’re burning up, love.”

You whimpered at the slightest contact, throwing the wet pillow across the room to give Remus more room. His fingers hadn’t even pushed in, just brushed past your clit, and your hips jerked, another gush of slick coating his knuckles.

“Sensitive little thing,” Sirius purred, his eyes wild. “Bet your clit’s screaming, huh? All swollen and throbbing. Poor pup.”

“Please–” you sobbed again. “I’m sorry, I just-I just wanted to feel what you do–”

“And now you’re stuck, hm?” Sirius cooed mockingly. “Look at you. Our precious girl’s just a fuckdoll now. Dumb and leaking.”

Remus shot him a look, but Sirius didn’t stop; he just looked hungry. James kissed your temple, helping you stay focused and grounding you in the process. “We’ll help you, my love. You’re notion trouble. Just let Moony take the lead.”

Remus nodded once, getting into the headspace. “James, make sure the pillows are under her head and then get her legs up, keep her thighs open.”

“On it.”

“Sirius, grab the towels, she’s going to soak through the sheets.”

“Already is,” Sirius chortled, but obeyed.

Remus’s fingers slid inside you, just two, and the sensation was already too much, not from pain but from relief.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low and soothing, but his cock was visibly straining behind his trousers.

Your inner walls, warm and tight, clenched immediately, spasming hard enough that you nearly came on the spot. Remus stilled. “You’re not even going to last, are you?” he said in the kindest way, eyes locked on where his fingers were sunk to the knuckle. “That desperate, you’re going to cum from just this?”

“More–” you shouted, head tipping back onto the pillows James had fluffed. “Please, it’s not– Remus–more–”

He pushed a third finger in. Your whole body shook.

James kissed your knee as he held it back. Sirius slides beside you again, licking a drop of sweat from your cheek. “Look at you. Messy little thing.”

Then came the fourth finger. You came hard, a violent, gusting squirt that soaked Remus’s hand and frenched the towel Sirius had shoved under your hips. Your scream cracked, raw and high, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to catch your breath.

“There she is,” Sirius bragged, watching your juices drip down Remus’ wrist. “Told you she was ready for four.”

Remus didn’t move. Just held his fingers inside you as you trembled and whimpered and blinked up at him, tears still falling.

“You’re still clenching. Still not done?”

You shook your head frantically. “Not enough–”

Sirius leaned in, grinning like a devil. “Greedy little pup. Bet you’d take five if Moony let you. You’d fucking split for it, wouldn’t you?”

Remus shot him a warning glance. “No one’s putting five fingers in her.”

“But she wants it,” Sirius said mockingly, kissing your temple like it was a prize. “Poor baby doesn’t know what to do with herself.”

“I’ll show her what she needs.”  Remus pulled his fingers out with a wet, squelching sound. You whined at the loss, trying to chase his hand with your hips. He stripped off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt, eyes never leaving you. His cock was massive, girthy and flushed.

You moaned, reaching for him. “Please–need to be full–”

“Deep breathe, love.” His voice held a gentleness that calmed your soul but still had authority. “You’re going to take it. But I’m not rushing and hurting my girl.”

He lined up and began pressing in, so slowly. Too slowly. You thrashed beneath him, tears in your eyes, trying to roll your hips to take more, but James still held you open firmly, keeping you in place.

Remus groaned, his eyes closing for just a second as his hair began to stick to the perspiration on his forehead. “You’re squeezing me so tight already. Try to relax for me.”

James stroked your inner knee as your lips parted in a silent scream. “She’s gripping him like a vine. Baby, you’ve got to relax for him, if you want him so bad.”

“Can’t–feels too good–urts but feels– I want it all–”

He was halfway in when you sobbed, “Remus–please–cock-ned it, need it all. Deeper!”

“You’re taking me so well,” he grunted, “So full already, look.”

He took your hand and placed it just above your pubic bone. You gasped, head shooting up as you felt the slight bulge in your belly. “Feel that?” he said, breathless. “That’s me. Deep in your tiny cunt.”

You came again. Screamed, soaked him, soaked the towel, soaked everything. Remus moaned, finally bottoming out, holding you still as you trembled beneath him, twitching and crying and shaking like you were going to fall apart.

You were shaking when Remus pulled out of you. A fresh gush following him, your pusy stretched and fluttering now, aching for more. You didn’t even get the chance to breathe before the cramps came back. 

Deep, hot, mean little twists low in your belly, like your pussy was begging to be filled again.

“Fuck–” you gasped, back arching, hands clawing for the nearest body. “Please–it hurts again– need–need”

Sirius was on you in seconds. “Shh, pup,” he taunted mockingly, climbing between your spread thighs. “You had the whole sweet, didn’t you? Greedy, greedy girl. Didn't even leave any for us.” 

“Hurts,” you cried, reaching for him. “I can’t–Sirius–need you–”

He sat up, grunting as he slapped his now exposed cock against your swollen clit. The overwhelming lightning of sensations caused you to scream once again, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed them firmly.

“Stay still, pup,” he warned, licking his lips. “You’re not in charge tonight. I’m going to look after you, remember?”

He looked wrecked, eyes blown wide, clothes gone, pale chest heaving, black strands of hair sticking to the side of his sweaty face, but he was there, so focused on you, so in control.

“You want to cum?" he asked, lazily running the tip of his cock through your soaking labias. “Want to soak me like you did Moony?”

You nodded frantically, mewling pathetically. Sirius just grinned.

“Then you’ll cum when I say so. Not a moment before.”

You nodded desperately, needing him to do anything. “Please–”

“You asked for this, just keep looking at me, ok? So I know you’re still with me, darling," he growled, pushing inside you in a single, brutal thrust.

He was lengthy, hitting something high up in your cunt that made your vision flash white, the slight bulge in your lower belly returning with his movements. “Fuck–she’s tighter than ever," he said amased, pulling out and slamming back in. "You’re sucking me in, pup, like your cunt nkows i’ll fill it better than anyone.”

You screamed again, eyes focused on him, trying to do as instructed. And sirius laughed, a wicked sound as he started fucking you fast. His hips slapped against your overstimualted clit with every thrust. Your body jerked and twisted, eyes rolling back as another orgasm tore through you.

Sirius didn’t even have it in him to chastise you for orgasming with his permission, loving how your body was reacting to him, like it was sucking him in as hard as it could, not wanting to let go. 

“You’re crying?” he cooed, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Poor thing, so overwhelmed. 

His voice dropped lower, almost tender. “But you’re doing so well for me, darling. Taking it so deep, letting me ruin you. So fucking perfect like this.”

You sobbed, clinging to him. “Love you–love you so much–”

His breath hitched as his movements slowed. “Yeah?” he whispered. “Even when I fuck you like this?”

You nodded, and he groaned like it hurt him. “God, I love you too,” he gasped, snapping his hips into you even harder. “So fucking music, it makes me insane.”

Another orgasm crashed over you, your thighs smappemed in James' hold, your back arched off the bed. You were crying so hard you couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't stop shaking.

You didn’t even realise he was cumming until you felt it, hot thick spurts deep inside, and his hand cupping the bulge in your bell with possessive pride.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “So full, all mine.”

And then as he pulled out, the cramps came back.

Your hands trembled, already crying out in pain, as another body moved over you, the grip on your legs easing slightly.

“J-James," you whimpered for him, blinking up at him with big, wide eyes.

Your thighs were slick and raw. Your clit was throbbing, swollen and untouched for too long.

James kissed you gently, not caring that your face was covered in tears and sweat. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

He didn’t tease like Sirius. He knew what you needed, so without a moment of hesitation, he lined up, slid inside in one slow motion, groaning low as he bottomed out. 

With gentler hands, he scooped your legs back up, wrapping them around his waist, holding you still as you fluttered around him, Sirius’s cum mixing with your slick on your thighs.

“You’re so wet, pup. So warm. You feel like heaven.”

You cried out again; he kissed your tears away tenderly. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered against your cheek. “You’ve taken us all like a good girl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. You know that?”

You nod in your delirious state. And then he started to move, not fast and hard but purposeful, making sure you feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. You felt every inch, every praise of love, of devotion as he fucking you through thepain.

“Let go for me,” he said, voice shaking as he kissed the tip of your nose, forehead resting against yours, chest to chest. “Cum on me again, baby. Let me feel you.”

You did, and he followed, soft moans into your ears, his hands shaking as he filled you, holding you tightly. You were sobbing by the end, no longer sure of what, anymore. 

Your body was gone, empty, used and loved. Your brain was cotton. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, the wetness between your thighs a mess of Sirius, James and your juices. You were twitching, limbs weak, moaning softly with every little cramp.

“Hurts again,” you whimpered, exhausted. Remus climbed back onto the bed. 

“I know, love. Let me help you one more time.”

He guided himself back in, being careful, but your body still melted into the touch. The cramps eased instantly.

You sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

“Cocking warming only,” Remus said, brushing your hair from your face. “No more thrusting. Just keeping you full. That’s all.”

James wrapped you in his arms, Sirius pressing kisses to your fingers, your temple, your wrist.

“You did so well for us,” James whispered.

“So proud of you,” Sirius added.”

Remus kissed your lips. “Sleep, little one. We’ll keep you safe.”

And you did.

~~~~~

You weren’t sure what woke you. You were warm, too warm– your skin damp with sweat, your thighs slick and trembling, and your throat burned like you’d been screaming.

You had been. That much came back quickly. So did the ache.

Between your legs, dull and constant, a deep, used soreness that made your breath catch. Your cunt felt raw, senstive and swollen. Every part of you was heavy and aching and still soaked.

And Remus was still inside you.

You whimpered softly. He stirred at once. “Love?” his voice was a low rasp, thick with exhaustion but sharp with concern. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head, tears springing hot and fast. “Hurts,” you croaked, barely a whisper. “Remus–it hurts…”

He shushed you instantly, cupping your cheek with one warm, steady hand. “I know, I know, baby,” he said calmly. “I’ve got you. Let me out, gonne b quick, alright?”

Not nodding, lip trembling and bracing yourself, not able to relax at all despite his calming words.

Remus eased out slowly. And you cried. Not ust from the pain, though the pain was there, in your stretched, raw and puffy hole that leaked his cum from who knows when, and twitched with overuse, but from everything. The pressure, the love, the intensity of your night. You'd never felt so broken open and so held all at once.

The sob hit before you could stop it, and then you were choking on it, sobbing silently, tears streaking down your face as your body curled in on itself. Remus didn't hesitate.

He pulled you to his chest, tucking you against his heart, shielding your overheated body with his own as his lips pressed to your temple.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so good for us, Pup. You were perfect for us. You’re safe now.”

You couldn't speak, your throat so raw that your voice was gone. You could only nod weakly into his chest, gasping softly against his collarbone.

“Is she alright?” came James’s voice a moment later, quieter than usual.

She’s hurting,” Remus said gently. “But I’ve got her. You can go back to sleep, love.”

James hops out of bed, ignoring the suggestion. “Paindraught, I should have one left from my last Quidditch injury.”

Remus sat up just enough to help you sip it from the vial he held to your lips. It was bitter, but cool, and relief came quickly, easing the sharpest edge of the ache. Not all of it, but enough to stop crying and just breathe.

You heard the sound of water pouring into a glass next, and James returned with it and a cool rag.

“Hey, honey,” he said, brushing a hand down your back. “You were screaming for hours. Your throat must be raw. Drink for me, okay?”

You did. Then you were lying back again, your head in James’s lap while Remus wiped your sticky thighs gently with a cloth, careful around your swollen pussy. He kissed the inside of your knee. “We’ll bath you later. Just rest for now.”

However, you couldn’t rest, because you had caught sight of Sirius, who hadn’t spoken. Just watched from the edge of the bed, shirtless, arms crossed, eyes dark and aching with guilt.

James caught sight of him too. “Sirius.”

He blinked like he’d been pulled from a daze. “I shouldn’t have– fuck– I knew she wasn’t ready for that much. She had the whale fucking thing. I should’ve labelled it better. I should’ve stopped–” 

“Mistakes happen, and this is not on you, my love,” Remus said, still cleaning your body. “And we all gave it to her last night, not just you.”

“She couldn’t fucking speak,” Sirius whispered, eyes flicking to your saed ody. “She’s never screamed like that before. She basically passed out at the end, Remus.”

“And she’s safe now. We didn’t go too hard on her last night, we were all checking in on her, you know that.”

“But I was mean to her–”

“She loved it,” James cut in, a small, warm smile on his lips. “She always loves it when you’re mean. Because you’re not really, you’re just Sirius, it was just a scene, just in the moment like always.”

Siriu’s mouth twisted like he didn’t believe him. You blinked, still foggy, but reached out a hand toward him. He froze. Then, I crawled down the bed towards you. 

“I’m sorry," he whispered, “I shouldn’t have gone so hard. I should have locked them up. I love you too fucking much to see you in pain like that, Pup.”

You shook your head weakly, wanting to say so many things but not able to. “Come here,” you mouthed. Sirius melted.

He pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his bare chest, brushing your damp hair away from your face like you were glass. You curled into him like you were made to.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over. “I’ve got you.”

The boys settled around you soon after.  Remus leaned against the headboard, a book in one hand, the other resting on your thigh. James curled at your feet, legs draped over yours, tracing your calf with his fingertips.

it was gross, looking down to see the old man’s thick semen messily painted over your ass, splattered over your plush flesh with each cruel snap of regulus’s hips. he knows you feel it, the sloshing and stirring of semen in your belly as your brother fucked you thoroughly, chasing the high he deserved.

you grumble as you kiss back. you start to give in to the pleasure again, squeezing him tightly but continue to complain. “you never last.”

regulus scoffs, thrusting harshly enough to make you gasp. “yes, I do. I just,” he pauses, leaning down to bite your cream colored throat harshly, “haven’t seen you in a while. I forgot how,” he grunts, “tight, you are.”

you meet his gaze, his identical silver eyes boring into yours. you speak, voice taut with jealousy. “hmph. sleeping with that girl again?”

regulus sighs and rolls his eyes, his hand slithering between your bodies to rub quick circles on your swollen clit. your breath hitches and you squirm, your nails digging into the lean muscles of his back. “you know I have to. we’re due to marry, you know.”

you scowl, irritated. “I know that. that doesn’t mean you have to keep ditching me for her.”

regulus looks guilty. “you know I don’t want to,” he kisses your lips despite your unwavering scowl. “she’ll get suspicious.” he smirks as he looks down at you. “she saw your hands on my cock, you jealous thing.”

your pale cheeks turn pink, a small moan leaving your lips as he thrusts into you just right. “so? what does she know? I could’ve been reaching into your pocket.”

he raises a brow, his dark curls sticking to his forehead. “you were groping me.”

you flush darker in embarrassment, pulling him down and nuzzling into his neck. “you’re my brother. my twin. you’re supposed to be mine.”

The start of the term feast had always been a loud and brilliant affair, but this year, the air was tense. Tension radiated from the professors. Something about the way Dumbledore had stood a little too straight. How his eyes hadn’t twinkled quite the same. Hogwarts was older than any of them could truly grasp, but tonight, even the stones felt older still, as if the building was holding its breath.

Candles floated overhead, their flames flickering from invisible drafts. The chatter of students buzzed around the Great Hall, but at the Gryffindor table, four students huddled in close, caught in their own gravity.

You were pressed between Remus and Sirius, one of your lers draped over the other as you absently picked at your treacle tart, while James leaned in across the table, whispering in a voice that was far too conspiratorial for a school setting.

“He’s going to say it,” James said in a hushed tone, eyebrows furrowed. His jet black hair curling slightly from the effects of the misty rain that you’d all just walked through. “I bet he says it this year.”

Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically. He was lounging back with his boots propped on the bench, looking like royalty slumming it in school robes. “Prongs, love, if you say that again, I swear I’m hexing your eyebrows off your pretty little face.”

Remus huffed beside you, ever the calm anchor to their chaotic buoyancy. He wasn’t touching his food either, but that was because he was watching the staff table with an unnerving stillness, his fingers tapping silently on the table beside your hand.

You nudged him gently with your elbow, “Remus.”

He turned, his eyes softening. “Sorry, my love. Just…  watching.”

James wiggled his fingers dramatically. “The wolf senses are tingling.”

“He’s always like this before a full moon,” Sirius added, fond despite the teasing.

“It’s not for another week,” Remus muttered absentmindedly, but his hand finally found yours beneath the table, lacing your fingers together as his thumb stroked over a scar on the back of his hand.

Then Dumbledore stood.

The hall fell instantly silent. Cutlery paused mid-air, conversations cut off mid-sentence. Dumblefore scanned the room with that eerie kind of stillness, his beard resting neatly against his robes.

“Welcome back, students,” he began, voice echoing without magic. “Before we celebrate the return to our halls, a reminder: as ever, sme areas of the castle remain offline. But this year, I must be absolutely clear: the corridor at the far end of the East Wing, beyond the silver Stair, is not strictly forbidden.”

He paused. The room remained silent. Even the boys seemed to be holding their breath. “An uncontrollable magical accident occurred over the holidays. Do not attempt to enter. We cannot guarantee your safety. And I heed this warning to everyone.”

He emphasised his last word, tilting his head to stare over the rim of his spectacles, looking pointedly at the Marauders.

Your heart dropped. Remus stiffened beside you. James sat upright for the first time all night. Sirius, he smiled. “Well,” Sirius whispered as everyone continued with their conversations and eating. “That sounds like an invitation to me.”

By the time the four of you stood before the Silver Staircase three nights later, the hallway was thick with dust and the scent of forgotten stone. The Marauder’s Map, clutched in James’ hand, glowed faintly with enchanted ink, its intricate lines twitching like veins.

You were wrapped in your cloak, arms crossed against the chill. “You know this is stupid, right?”

“Oh, darling,” Sirius said, grinning, “You know we never let a little stupidity stop us.”

“She’s right,” Remus said quietly, though he stood a step behind you, hand on your lower back. “We shouldn’t stay long.”

“But it’s the last bit,” James said, the boyish excitement in his eyes making him appear hyper. “The map’s complete except for this wing.”

You looked up at him, at the light dusting of freckles across his cheeks, the smudge of ink near his thumb, and felt your resolve waver.

Remus leans in close, his breath warm on your ear. “We’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

And so you walked.

The corridor was narrower than expected, the ceiling lower, the stone darker. Tapestries hung rotted and ripped, as if time had moved faster here. The silence was different. It had a weight to it, thick like velvet.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius whistled lowly. “I think I like it.”

“That says more about you than the hallway,” you tutted.

James let out a short laugh and then paused. “Wait. Look.”

At the far end of the corridor stood a door. It hadn’t been there a second ago. It wasn’t on the map. No knobs. No markings. Just deep, polished wood and the thrum of magic in the air. Remus stepped in front of you. James moved closer, fingers twitching.

“It feels wrong,” Remus voiced wearily.

“It feels like fun,” Sirius replied, never backing down from caution.

Your palm pressed to the wood before you even realised you’d done it. Being drawn to the door. The door clicked.

It opened.

The room was warm. That was the first thing you noticed. Not just heated, warm in the way skin feels after a fever breaks. The air shimmered faintly, like mist catching candlelight. The chamber was draped in deep crimson and gold, fabric floating lazily from the high, invisible ceiling. A fire crackled somewhere beyond sight. There was no dust. No cobwebs. The room breathed.

“It looks like the Gryffindor Common Room if it got sagged by a bordello,” Sirius said reverently.

A single four-poster bed stood in the centre—giant, scarlet and velvet. The mattress indented as if someone had just risen from it.

“It reacted to her,” James said suddenly, his voice a little too quiet.

You turned. “What?”

“The door. The room. None of it happened until you touched it.”

Remus steps toward the bed. “This is powerful magic.”

“It wanted her,” Sirius mused, no longer joking.”

You felt it then, a hum under your skin, as if the room were listening. Waiting. Your mouth was dry. Then the door slammed shut behind the four of you.

The moment the door slammed shut, silence swallowed the air around you. Spinning instinctively, fingers fumbled with your wand, but there was no handle on the door anymore—just flat, polished wood behind you, warm to the touch and pulsing faintly with magic. No seams. No lock. It had simply vanished into the wall.

A flicker of unease clawed its way up your spine.

“Well,” Sirius broke the silence, his tone light but his eyes flicking with alertness, “That’s ominous.”

James stepped forward and tried pushing the wood with both palms. Nothing. Not even a creak. He pulled the map from his pocket, only to find it blank. The ink bled away the moment he opened it.

“Blood hell,” he breathed.

Remus’s eyes were scanning every corner of the room. Always methodical. Always looking for the source. He took a step closer to the four-poster bed and crouched, running his fingers over the floorboards beneath.

“There’s something here,” he said under his breath. “Something old. This isn’t just a concealed chamber. It’s woven magic. Sentient.”

You stayed near the doorway, pulse loud in your ears. “Why would Dumbledore leave this?” you asked, voice softer than you intended.

Remus stood again, brushing his palms together absently. “He didn’t leave it. He did warn us not to come here.”

“We just didn’t listen,” James added, glancing over his shoulder at you. His eyes softened when he saw your expression. “Hey. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“And if we don’t,” Sirius said, slinging his arm over your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, “ we live here now. It could be worse. Good lighting. Silky bedding. Plenty of wine-coloured drapes to make me feel dramatic.”

Despite yourself, you snorted.

But the magic in the air didn’t feel like a joke. It felt like it was listening. Reacting. The bed was no longer. Instead, the sheets had arranged themselves neatly, smooth and inviting. Four long silk ties now hung from the bedposts, dangling just enough to catch the flickering golden light.

Your stomach twisted. Remus noticed. He stepped toward you and rested a hand gently on your waist. “Do you feel it too?”

You nodded. “Like it knows I’m here.”

Sirius leaned against the bedpost and tilted his head toward you. “Does it feel bad?”

You hesitated. The boys watched you quietly. They always did this– held space for you to speak, even when the room didn’t. You searched for the right word.

“It doesn’t feel bad. Just…intimate. Like someone’s already touched me and I didn’t realise until just now.”

A beat of silence. Then Remus whispered, almost impressed. “It’s reading your magic. Your intent and your need.”

James looked between the three of you. “And if that’s true, what is it finding?”

The question hung there. You didn’t answer. But the room did.

The fire flared, not violently, but in acknowledgement. The bed shifted. The mattress dipped ever so slightly, as if it were inviting weight to settle upon it. One of the silk restraints lifted somewhat off the post, curling gently, lazily, like a finger beckoning.

Remus’ eyes darkened. Sirius stood straighter. James exhaled like he’d been holding his breath.

“It wants to give you something,” Remus wondered. “Or take something from you.”

You swallowed thickly. “But what if it’s both?”

James stepped forward first, not toward the door, not toward the exit that no longer existed, but toward the bed. He brushed his fingertips across the silk, watching it dance around his knuckles.

“I think it’s safe,” he said, glancing back at you. “I think it only does what we ask. What you want.”

Sirius was already toeing off his boots, as if he’d decided the room wasn’t a threat but a gift. “If this is a trap, it’s a blood luxurious one.”

You caught Remus’ eyes. He hadn’t moved; he never rushed. He watched you with careful understanding, his voice quiet and subdued. “We don’t have to. You say the word, and we sit on the floor and wait this out together.”

But you didn’t want to sit on the floor. You wanted to feel them.

The air trembled as your decision took form in your chest. You took one step forward. Then another. Until your knees brushed the edge of the mattress.

“You want us?” James asked again, voice low.

You nodded. “Always.”

Remus moved behind you, hands warm on your waist. Sirius took your hand, kissing the knuckles. James leaned down to press his lips to your shoulder. And the silk restraints, almost gleeful, curled tighter around the bedposts.

The room pulsed like a heartbeat, and the magic began to hum.

As James brushed his lips along your shoulder and Remus’s hands gripped your waist from behind you, you felt the first flickers of it: the room responding to you. Not to your words, or your touch, but something deeper. Something primal.

Your desire.

The air shimmered again. The velvet curtains above pulsed like lungs, inhaling slowly. Candlelight flickered lower, deeper. A chaise longue you hadn’t noticed before melted into the floor. Everything extraneous faded away, until it was just you, your boys, the bed and the tension widening between all of it.

The silk ties coiled tighter around the bedposts, no longer lazy in their movements. They stretched invitingly, waiting to wrap around your wrists. The bed seemed larger now, too, stretching beneath you, padded, soft, perfectly shaped to your body.

You let out a shaky breath. “It’s reading me.”

Remus’s lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Then tell it what you want.”

And you did without a word. You lie back.

The bed caught you like a lover’s hands, the sheets cool against your spine and then warming instantly. Silk restrains slid gently around your wrists, not tight, not binding, just enough to remind you that you were giving up control. But only to them.

James straddled your legs, dark eyes blown wide with adoration and lust, hands skipping up your thighs to push your skirt higher. “She wants to be touched first,” he murmured. “To be wished.”

The roomflared.

Sirius was already at your side, kissing your neck, sucking marks beneath your ear, one hand splayed against your ribs as he whispered, “so pretty like this. All laid out, waiting for us.”

Your shirt unbuttoned itself.

A gasp escapes your lips as the room joins them in the teasing, fabric slipping open with no hands at all, revealing your bra and barestomach. You saw James’ jaw clench. Remus exhausted through his nose. Sirius groaned.

Then their hands were on you.

James kissed down your stomach with urgency. Sirius took yourbra covered breastsin his mouth and hands, his tongue hot and wet, groaning as he sucked your nipple through the material. Remus, still clothed, stood watching for a long moment, eyes glowing gold, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

He didn’t touch himself. He didn’t speak. He simply watched them devour you. You could feel the heat of his hunger from across the bed.

James slipped down between your thighs, pressing kisses over your knickers, teasing you with maddening gentleness. “This is what you want, love? You want my mouth here first?”

Theroompulsed again, and the remainder of your clothes disappeared.

James let out a strangled laugh. “Right. Got our answer.”

And then he was burying his face between your spread thighs, groaning against you, licking long, slow stripes with practised precision. You cried out, back arching, wrists pulling instinctively at the restaurant's. Sirius hummed approvingly around your breast.

“Oh, she’s wound tight already,” James mumbled between licks. “You’re gonna come so fast for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You barely managed to nod, too distracted by Jjames lips sucking harshly on your throbbing clit. The room grew hotter. The air sang with magic, like it was anticipating your orgasm too, and when it hit, you shattered.

The walls shuddered with a golden ripple. The lights brightened, then dimmed again. The bed groaned low beneath you.

James kissed your thighs as you twitched. “One down.”

Sirius kissed up your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your lips as his fingers pinched your hardened nipple. “Think you’re ready for me now, darling?”

You were dazed, breathless, already nodding.

He slide between your legs, chanting soft words against your skin as he gripped his cock, pushing the tip into your eargly awaiting hole, stretching you just enough, curlinghis hips perfectly, pulling pans from your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard. Not yet. The room wouldn't let him. It wanted to savour.

Sirius bent low, forehead against yours, chest pressed to your breasts, whispering, “You feel so good. Every time. So warm. So tight. Like you’re made for us.”

You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, your inner walls tightening with every thrust as Sirius moved without urgency, in and out with slow, methodical movements. His pelvis pushing down against your clit as he moved.

He held eye contact, intense and nodding as your whimpers become more desparate, your cunt clinging to him like a lifeline as everything tightened and tightened until you were peaking into euphoria.

Sirius came with you, a groan and a kiss, his tongue carressing yours as he spilt deep inside of you, whispering your name like a secret.

And then Remus finally moved. 

You felt it before you saw him. The weight in the room shifted.

James kissed your knee. Sirius pulled back slowly, reluctantly, brushing sweat-damp hair from his face.

You turned your head. Remus was naked but your eyes zoned in on his huge cock.

Even after everything, even after knowing him, being with him, you were still at the sight of him. His cock was long, thick, heavy and already leaking. You could barely wrap your fingers around him when you tried.

Sirius and James were already well endowed, filling you to your limit and leaving your pussy pulsing from use. But Remus? You’d be limping after a quick fuck.

He crawled onto the bed, eyes never leaving yours.

“She needs to be ready,” he said, voice hoarse as his eyes continued to search over your body.

James and Sirius helped, moving into action at Remus’s voice.

James kissed you again, fingers dipping between your thighs to spread their release further, prepping you. Sirius rubbed your hips, “breathe, baby. You can take him. You always do.”

Remus lined himself up. His hand shook. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“I want to hurt a little,” you whispered.

The room moaned with you.

When he slid in, slowly, carefully, stretching you wider than you could ever prepare for, you gasped. The sting made your toes curl. Even after James and Sirius, even after the teasing, Remus still made your walls ache to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he grolwed. “You’re so tight. So good. So fucking perfect.”

He moved with care, but with growing force. Each thrust left you whining. Each drag of his cock made your body feel more open, more raw, more claimed.

The room sang with every sound you made. It matched you.

He was so big. You were already so sensitive, it felt like an endless orgasm was contorting through your cunt as he moved with more vigor than Sirius. By the time he came, his deep inside you, you were whimpering beneath him, stretched wide and panting.

He pulled out slowly, and the movement he did, you felt it, the emptiness. And wet.

Sirius let out a soft sound of awe as Remus gently opened your thighs again. “Fuck. She’s gaping, Moons. You wrecked her.”

Remus brushed a kiss to your knee. “She’s perfect.”

The room dimmed slightly, holding you in that warm, dreamy space after. Magic still pulsed softly in the walls.

And deep in your belly, where Remus had been, you could feel the aftershock of him, the ache, the emptiness, the echo of fullness so deep it had nearly touched your core.

The room knew what you wanted. And it had only just begun.

The room has changed now.

The afterglow from Remus had barely faded. You were still sprawled on the velvet sheets, your limbs heavy, your cunt sore and slick. Yet the air shifted again, like the bed exhales beneath you —a slow, thick breath of darker magic curling around your thighs.

James noticed first. He had been tracing shapes into the bare skin of your leg, soft and seamless, when his fingers slowed.

“It changed,” he whispered.

Sirius, lounging nearby, cock still halfhard, blinked up toward the ceiling. The gold light had dimmed to a deep garnet. Shadows spilt in from places they hadn’t before. The concerns bled into black.

Remus sat at the edge of the bed, and when he looked at you, his expression had changed. Hungrier, darker, as if some leash inside him had slackened.

“She wants more,” he said. But it wasn’t a question.

The bed creaked once more. The sheets beneath your body grew warmer again, slicker, almost damp like arousal made fabric.

You wanted to close your legs. You couldn’t.

The silk ties reformed around your thighs. Not your wrists and not gently either. They slide across your inner thighs and pull. The room opened your legs for them. For you.

James swallowed audibly. “It’s rereading her. Fuck.”

“No,” Remus said lowly, standing now, looking over the bed. “It’s obeying her.”

You whimpered. You weren’t afraid. Not really. You were high on them, on magic, on the flood of something warm and subspace-sweet dripping into your chest like melted sugar.

Remus knelt between your legs. You could already feel the wetness there, your body leaking from earlier—the soreness and the stretch. You were so open, so exposed to them.

He didn’t touch you yet. Not with his hands.

He blew a breath against your slit, and your whole body jerked. “Still so sensitive,” he spoke deeply. “And you want more.”

A mewl slipped past your lips. The shadows on the wall shifted in response.

Sirius stood next. His smirk was gone. His face was stern. But his cock was hard again. And James? He looked dazed. Flushed. Gone somewhere deeper, his pupils blown.

“Tell us to stop,” James said firmly. “Please. If it’s too much, remember your safe words. Red to stop. Yellow to pause. Green to continue.”

You nod in understanding, breathing their names like a blessed dream. They took that as permission.

Sirius straddled your chest, his cock heavy and flushed and pressing against your lips. James took his place beside you, hands tangling into your hair, turning your head as Sirius pushed in.

“Open up, darling,” Sirius cooed, his voice dark silk. “There we go. Merlin, you look perfect with my cock down your throat.”

You gagged, just once, and the bed moaned. The walls pulsed.

Remus was watching it from between your legs. Watching your throat stretch around sirius whilst your cunt twitched open for him. You were soaked—a mess. And still, you wanted more.

“You want to be used,” he said gently. Not cruel. Just stating a fact.

And then he slid in.

You screamed around Sirius’ cock, a wet choked nosie, as Remus’ massive length stretched your sensitive alls again. It hurt and burned. You were still so raw from earlier. But your body welcomed him like it always did – clenching, fluttering, dripping.

He didn’t wait.

He fucked into you with a pace that left you sobbing. Deep, deliberate thrusts that made you feel it in your gut. Your stomach bulged slightly with each push. James saw it first.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, hand splaying across your lower belly, jsut above your pubic bone. “Look. She’s taking all of him. You can see it.”

Remus growled. Ferally growled. He gripped your thighs, pulling them higher, tighter. The silk at your thighs pulled too, straining to let him in even deeper.

“Can feel her clenching,” he bit out. “She loves this.”

Sirius came down your throat with a low groan. Pulled out slowly, your lips swollen, your eyes glassy. Subspace had dragged you under.

You weren’t speaking anymore; you were just whimpering. Moaning and letting it all happen. James replaced sirius at your mouth, but not with his cock–with his fingers. Two of them, down your throat.

“Breath for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Take it. That’s it. So fucking good for us.”

Your throat spasmed around his fingers. Your cunt spasmed around remus.

He fucked you harder and faster. Like he needed to break you open.

The room shifted, breathing with you. And then, a mirror appeared on the ceiling.

You could see it. Your body, tied down and used. Remus’ cock spltting you open, visibly bulging your belly. James shoved his fingers between your lips; your eyes rolled back.

And shadows.

Other versions of you. Reflected on the walls.

Naked. Begging. Crying. Taking cock after cock. Smiling through tears.

One shadow whispered, Please don’t stop.

Another: break me.

You came. Harder than before. Your entire body locked, then convulsed. Your legs shook violently. Your vision went white.

Remus didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it. Forced orgasm after forced orgasm, even as you sobbed and begged and arched into James’ chest.

You didn’t remember your safe word. Couldn’t even think what it was. Couldn’t speak it. The room knew. It dulled your fear, thickened your haze, and made your body crave.

James kissed your temple. “Just one more, darling. Let Sirius have a turn. You can do it. One more.”

You moaned in agreement, tears streaking down your cheeks. Remus pulled out, and Sirius slid into your already-gaping cunt.

“Fuck, you’re ruined,” Sirius groaned. “So swollen and so messy. Still begging for more.” He fucked you rough and fast. His hands found your nipples and pinched, tugged, and rolled them until you sobbed.

James joined him. He leaned in and bit your breast, tongue flicking over the peaked flesh. One of them sucked. One bit. Again and again until your nipples were raw, and puffy just like your pussy.

Remus hovered near your head, hand stroking over your scalp. “That’s it, love. You’re so good. So fucking good for us.”

You whmpered. Your body jerked. Sirius’s pace faltered. He was close.

“One more,” James said again, eyes locked on Remus. “Let’s give her everything.”

Remus moved behind you.

“No,” you gasped. But it wasn’t a safe word. It didn’t stop. The room knew the difference. James lifted your thighs.

Remus pressed against your perineum, his tip pushing against Sirius’ cock.

And then, you took both of them.

Sirius and Remus, both in your swollen cunt, stretching you impossibly wide.

You screamed. It was too much. It hurt. It split you. But it burned with something deeper, a need you didn’t understand. They moved in tandem. Both of them, in and out, thrusting, grunting and praising.

James kissed you, held your face, and let you sob into his mouth.

You didn’t know where you ended and they began/ and then you came.

Again. Again. You lost track until you passed out. Until your body gave in, and the room purred, sated again.

The room was quiet now. Too quiet.

You lay in the bed, limp and slick with sweat, throat sore, limbs trembling from the aftershocks of something you couldn’t even name. The air was still thick, but the magichaf slowed, coiled inward, resting, like a beast that had finally fed.

Your body felt hollow. Overused. Your cunt throbbed from being stretched too wide, too deep. Every breath scraped against your ribs. But it wasn’t just your body that ached.

Your mind was fogged, bruised at the edges. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. But beneath it, something else. More.

The room still whispered.

Sirius sat on the floor with his back to the wall, arms around your knees, head bowed low. He hadn’t spoken since he’d pulled away, breathless, his release cooling on your chest.

James was pacing. Not like Sirius had. James was unsteady, frantic, running a hand through his hair again and again, muttering under his breath.

“Something’s wrong,” he said. “Something’s wrong. We shouldn’t have–we shouldn’t–”

Remus hadn’t moved. He sat at the edge of the bed, hunched over, holding his hands. His body was still naked. His cock half-hard. His thighs are slick with you. He hadn’t even cleaned himself.

You managed a breath. “Remus,” you rasped. It didn't sound like your voice. He flinched. Your voice was the thing that broke the silence.

Sirius looked up. His eyes were red-rimmed. James stopped pacing and looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. Remus turned slowly.

“I hurt you,” he said, voice cracking. “I–Merlin, I knew it, I felt I–but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to.”

You blinked at him. He looked devastated. Haunted.

“No,” you whispered. “I wanted it.”

“You didn’t want that,” Sirius said, finally finding his voice. “Not all of it. Not like that. That wasn’t us.”

James’s hands were shaking. He held up the Marauder’s Map. It was still blank.

“I think it’s affecting us. The room. It’s inside us. It’s changing what we think we want.”

You tried to sit up, but your body screamed in protest. Your belly was tender. Your thighs felt like jelly. You collapsed back with a small gasp. Remus was beside you in a moment. His hands were gentle now, trembling as they hovered over your skin without touching.

“I should have waited, I should have seen it.”

You looked up at him. His green eyes were full of guilt, full og longing. Full of love. “I wanted it,” you repeated softly. “But something’s wrong. I don't know where the wanting ends and the magic begins.”

James knelt beside the bed, his hand came to rest on your ankle. “We need to get out,” he said. “This place, it's not just responding to desire. It’s creating it.”

You glanced toward the mirror. Still there. Still full of your reflections. But they looked different now. No longer cruel. Now they were watching. Some pressed their hands to the glass. Some mouthed words you couldn’t hear. Yu looked away.

Sirius pushed himself off the floor, his limbs stiff and uncoordinated. He crossed to the bed and lay down beside you, carefully, pulling your hand into his. He kissed your knuckles.

“This isn’t us,” he admitted. “We’re us. We tease, we protect, we love, we never hurt.”

You looked between the three of them—your boys. Remus, still shaking. James, frantic. Sirius, silent and circled your hand like a man who’d almost lost it all.

You closed your eyes. “We have to fight it,” you said.

The room listened. Feeling the ripple through the mattress. The whispering stopped. But the shadows didn’t leave. And in the corners of the room, the magic held its breath again. Waiting.

The air shifted again. Not with heat or hunger, but with tension. A stillness that felt final. Like the room knew, you’d made a decision.

James was the first to move. He reached for the Marauder's Map again, though the parchment was useless at present. He held it close.

“I think it’s listening,” he said. “Like it always was. But now we’re speaking back.”

Sirius stood behind him, arms wrapped around himself. His usual swagger was gone, replaced by something quiet, worn.

Remus, now dressed, was not his usual calm, but was trying to cover his shame. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours. But his hand never left your leg, resting there like an anchor.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to sit up again, slowly.

It took effort. Your body still throbbed, but not in pleasure. “We have to try, together.”

James nodded.

“I think it’s a door. Or a prison. But it’s built on what we want, right? So maybe–maybe we have to want out more than we want to stay.”

Sirius gave a dry laugh. “Easier said than done. It gave us everything. Dark, twisted, perfect little fantasies. And we liked them.”

“I hated it,” Remus said, his voice hoarse. “Even when I liked it.”

The room heard that. The candles dimmed further. You stood. Slowly, with Sirius’s help. Your knees wobbled, but you managed to stay upright.

Then you said it: “I don't want to stay.”

Remus rose beside you.” I didn't want to lose myself.”

James clutched the map. “I want to leave.”

Sirius looked around one more time. The bed, the mirror, the reflections, the shadows of yourselves. He leaned down and kissed your temple. “I want you safe.”

The room groaned. The walls shuddered. The bed unravelled, literally, seams tearing into threads, velvet turning to smoke. The mirror cracked once, twice, then shattered, sending glimmering shards into the darkness.

The door appeared. Plain wood. Just like before. Remus reached for it. It didn’t open.

The magic fought back. The air turned hot again, pressing in. The walls began to pulse, like a heartbeat speeding up. Like rage. The shadows screamed in silence.

The reflections didn’t disappear. They began pounding on the glass walls, dozens of versions of you, of the boys, crying, moaning, clawing to stay.

But you stepped forward. You took their hands—James to your left, Remus to your right, Sirius at your back.

“We don't want you,” you whispered to the room. “We want us.”

Remus took a deep breath and reached again. The door opened.

A single breath of cold air rushed in, real, sharp and clean. Like the castle again. Like freedom. No one spoke. You all ran.

You stumbled down the corridor, James holding you upright, Sirius behind you, wand out, even though he couldn’t explain why Remus ahead, opening every hallway, guiding you back toward the Silver Stair. 

And then, you crossed the threshold, back into Hogwarts proper. It was like waking from a fever dream, clothes reappearing on all of your bodies, like you’d not been naked for the many hours stuck in that room. 

The corridor was dusty, cold and empty. The door was gone. No mirror, no magic. You all stood there maintaining. Then James dropped the map. Sirius sat down hard on the floor. Remus fell to his knees.

And you… You began to cry. Not sobs. Just hot, quiet tears. Because you were safe, but part of you still felt that hum. That echo. Like the room hadn’t let go entirely. And maybe it never would.

The hospital wing was quiet. Not silent, the soft clink of potion bottles, the rustle of parchment as Madam Pompfrey shuffled papers, but calm enough that the breath of your boys filled the space like music.

You lie beneath crisp white sheets, your body still tender, wrapped in soft linens and healing salves. Bruises bloomed beneath your skin, covering your thighs. Your hips ached. Your cunt swollen, sore and overused, still pulsed with the ghost of everything the room had taken from you.

You could barely walk when they’d carried you in.

James had cradled you, whispering soft things against your temple. Sirius had paced behind, snapping at Madam Pomfrey with uncharacteristic tension, until she made him sit. Remus hadn’t spoken, not at first. He’d just held your hand, silent and trembling.

Lies had been told to Madam Pomfrey, about falling down some stairs and needing help because there was no way on Earth any of you would admit to her that you’d all been fucking for hours and now you were ruined.

Now, hours later, you were clean, rested, but still hurting. And your boyfriends hadn’t left your side once.

James sat beside your bed, one hand tucked under your blanket to hold your fingers. He was stroking small shapes against your palm, rhythmic and grounding.

“You scared the hell out of us.”

“I scared myself,” you whispered back.

Sirius was lying at the foot of your bed, his head resting lightly near your knees, one arm curled possessively across your legs. He hadn’t let go of you either.

“You’re not allowed to die in haunted sex rooms anymore,” he muttered. “It’s a new rule.”

You gave a weak laugh. Even that hurt. But it was good. It was light. Remus sat nearest your head, a little hunched, as if he were afraid to touch too much, to cause more pain. His hand ran lightly through your hair, over and over.

“I should have stopped it,” he said defeatedly.

“You did,” you replied. “You all did. We came back.”

Remus finally looked down. There were shadows beneath his eyes, guilt still clinging like a fog. But you reached up. Slower now, sore and trembling, and cupped his jaw.

“I wanted you to touch me, Remus. And I still want you.”

His expression cracked, the relief bleeding through. James leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be sore for days.”

“She can’t walk,” Sirius added. “Not even a bit. I had to help hold her while she pissed.”

“Sirius,” you groaned, face heating.

He grinned. “Just saying. You’re fucked. Like, literally. Ruined. And it’s kind of hot, ignoring all the nearly dying part.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “She needs rest.”

“I need you,” you whispered.”

That quieted all of them. You shifted slowly, painfully, and James helped you lean forward enough to rest your head on Remus’s shoulder. His arms came around you like they always did, strong and secure.

Sirius pressed a kiss to your knee, fingers trailing gentle patterns over the bruises. James curled against your other side, his lips brushing your collarbone.

They held you. You all stayed there for what felt like hours—whispering, laughing gently, apologising and kissing each other’s hands, shoulders, and cheeks.

James stroked over your ribs, “We’re still us”

Remus pressed a kiss to your temple. “Always.”

Sirius rested his forehead against your leg. “And when you’re better, when you’re ready, we’ll take care of you properly, safely.”

You smiled, eyes falling shut.

“I know. I love you.”