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After a summer of dealing with constant noise, partying and clutter, you finally had the house to yourself. 

There was a calmness that seeped into your pores, radiating out through the grin that just would not leave your face. You flitted around aimlessly, feeling the beginning of fall breeze blowing through the open windows, listening to your favorite playlist on the TV speakers. You had spent too much time listening to Jeremiah blare Future so loud that it probably scared the fish out in the ocean. Jeremiah was on vacation with his guy friends, and Conrad was gone for the weekend at some sort of drab, boring conference. Isabel was living what seemed to be her best life in Paris, clearly soft launching some beautiful French man as her new beau. She had briefly been with both Conrad and Jeremiah, but neither worked out and you were happy to see her thriving, as one of her closest friends. You would sleep in the spare room (or in her bed) after many drunken nights spent on the beach, waking up to Jeremiah’s signature pancakes, the only good thing about him you thought. There were a few good things about Conrad. He was exactly the type of brooding, smart, snarky man that you had let ruin your life time and time again. Apparently you had kissed him once, but the both of you were too drunk to actually remember any of the feelings associated with the moment. He made occasional flirtatious comments towards you, always drawing in a slew of completely false rumors that you two had slept together. You certainly were attracted to him, but it never felt like the right moment to act on it.  You headed upstairs to throw on your smallest bikini, realizing your summer tan was fading and feeling the urge to take advantage of the spectacular weather. After slipping into the periwinkle triangle top and thong bottom, you heard rustling coming from one of the rooms.

How could that be possible? You thought everyone was away this weekend, and it wasn’t like Cousins was particularly famous for having robberies in the middle of the day. You tip-toed closer to the sound and realized it was coming from Conrad’s room, through his door that had been left ajar.

You didn’t mind that Conrad was home, you figured he just forgot to mention he had come back from the conference early. It would be fun to ask him to join you on the beach, you thought.

You opened the door.

“Conr- OH FUCK!”

You covered your mouth in shock and pressed your body against the wall outside his room. When you peaked in, you were met with Conrad, boxers around his ankles, laying on his bed gripping his throbbing dick. A sight you were fully, and entirely unprepared for. He must have also thought no one was home. What do you even do now? Go apologize? Walk away and bury yourself head first in the sand?

While thinking of a plan- you started to hear noise again.

Soft, labored breaths coming from Conrad’s room. The bed creaking ever so slightly. You heard him spit in his hand.

Clearly, Conrad did not need an apology.

“Fuck,” you heard him moan quietly. That sound alone was enough to send shockwaves through your skin. The house was not cold, yet all of a sudden you could see your nipples piquing through your bikini top.

“Mmm,” he moaned slightly louder this time, as if he knew you were still out there, listening. A damp feeling beginning to grow between your thighs.

You poked your head around the doorway, met with a sight that felt more intimate than sex itself.

There was Conrad, completely naked. He was stroking himself pretty quickly, running his thumb over his tip, his breath hitching every time it passed over. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead ever so slightly. His glistening chest a sign that he had been at this for a while- maybe edging himself until he felt it was the right moment to let go. That seemed like a very Conrad thing to do.

He arched into his own touch, reaching his other hand down to cup his balls, earning a much louder groan from his ever-so-slighty parted lips.

He was a complete mess on his own bed- pleasuring himself and clearly loving every second of it. You could tell it wasn’t shameful for him, the way he was stroking his (unsurprisingly) large, cock. He was using the precum leaking from the tip, slicking up the base and starting to move his hand faster and faster. You had never looked at him like this before- studying his every move in this extremely vulnerable state. His eyes were shut intently, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was imagining to get himself all worked up like this.

Was he thinking about you in the pool after you had six margaritas and your bikini top was barely hanging on?

Was he thinking about the dress you wore out to dinner one night- tight, short and blue, cupping your ass and barely covering your muscular thighs?

Was he thinking about the time you forgot to lock the bathroom door and he walked in on you in the shower- his gaze lingering slightly before he apologized?

He opened his eyes and noticed you in the doorway.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” you said breathlessly, starting to slink away.

“Don’t go,” the words a barely audible breathy moan.

You turned back, standing in the doorway in your miniature bikini, watching Conrad’s eyes drink in every curve you had. They were low, lidded. Nothing innocent or snarky about him in this moment, no. This was pure, unadulterated lust. You could tell he was undressing you in his mind, his eyes now trained on the thin of fabric of your bikini top pulled taut around your hard nipples.

You smirked, quickly flashing him watching as he came completely undone. He whined, his hand moving rapidly, expertly, bringing himself right to the edge as he gazed at every exposed inch of you in his doorway.

Conrad Fisher was jacking off not just to the thought of you, but to you standing right there in his door. You bit your lip, loving every second of seeing him like this, and hating the thought that you enjoyed it this much.

This was wrong, filthy, nasty and horny in a way you never saw yourself participating in. It was voyeuristic, watching one of your best friends writhe around naked on his own bed, cock dripping as he stared at you.

You did not fucking care about any of that in this moment.

He moaned out your name, throwing his head back but keeping his eyes on you. His legs shook, cock twitching in his hand as he spilled all onto his stomach. His chest heaved, his blushed cheeks a sign of his own exertion.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You weren’t even expecting him to say anything. You had already turned around to leave without ever speaking of this again. You turned back, seeing a glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered across his face.

“Conrad..” You moan loudly, your thighs aching from how tense they were, squeezing tightly around your boyfriend’s head as his tongue continued to lap at your soaked and sensitive pussy.

His tongue slides from your tight entrance all the way up to your clit, softly grazing over it before he nips at the swollen bundle of nerves with his teeth.

Your legs twitch again, your hands gripping tightly at his messy brown hair, trying — and failing — to push his head away. His large palms tighten on your thighs, keeping you spread open wide for him, allowing his mouth full access to your cunt.

He slurps and licks at you, devouring you like a man who’d been starved for months. You gasp loudly, head flying back into his soft pillows when he sucks your clit into his mouth again, sucking and nipping at it with his teeth.

Conrad sucks roughly, never letting up as he drinks down the juices your pussy was offering him. He slurps loudly, gathering your arousal in his mouth before pulling back, lifting his head from between your legs for a second.

Your head is spinning, drunk on pleasure and overstimulation from your boyfriends need to eat your pussy for the last hour. Your hazy eyes find his, staring at him intensely. He gives a soft smirk, spitting your arousal back out, letting it fall onto your clit. He bites his bottom lip, watching as his spit and your arousal mix leaks down your pussy, past the seam of your ass and dropping onto the mattress below you.

Conrad groans, his lips swollen and glistening with your arousal while his cock strains painfully against his shorts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He rasps, dipping his head back down and licking softly at your clit again.

His hands grip your thighs again, holding you open for him to devour you once more. His green-blue eyes stay locked on yours, never breaking eye contact as he continues licking you from entrance to clit, over and over again. He pushes his tongue deep inside your pussy, swirling it in circles before gliding his way back to your clit.

“Connie… I don’t think.. Oh God, please!”

Conrad hums against your pussy, the vibrations shooting a zap of pleasurable electricity straight through you before he pulls back, those beautiful eyes shining as he smirks down at you, “Come on my tongue again, baby. Do it and I’ll fuck you, then we’re done,” he grins, a knowing look in his eyes, “For tonight, tomorrow we do it all over again.”

He buries his face in your pussy again, licking and sucking until you felt that band in your lower belly coiling tightly again. Your thighs tense around his head, squeezing tightly as you cry out his name. Your pussy spasms, clenching around nothing as you come undone on Conrad’s tongue, grinding your pussy against his face as you do.

Once he’s satisfied and you come down from your high, Conrad pulls back, licking his lips slowly, his eyes on you as he does.

“You taste like fucking heaven, I could survive off your pussy and your pussy alone.” He groans, shoving his shorts down his legs and letting his hard cock spring free.

his hands were big with faint pinkish hues on his knuckles, soft lines that ran down the back of them—all used to feel you up in a way that left shivers down your spine. “how’re we feeling today?”

remus thought of you as one of his favourite patients—maybe because of how soft you were, how obediently you listened—how you were innocent enough for him to use you, to heal you with whimpering sounds.

“hi, doctor lupin. m’good.” you gave a sheepish wave and a grin, voice so airy and bright that it made remus’ pants tighten already.

that smile of his deepened before he tugged at his slacks. “someone’s chirpy.” he murmured under his breath, already reaching for the latch on the door. “what did we say about calling me that, sweetheart? you know there’s no need for formalities when it’s just us.”

you didn’t even flinch at the soft click of the lock. this was your fourth visit, with close proximity becoming a theme. last time you’d complained of some tension in your jaw. he’d helped—of course, told you to kneel between his legs and take every inch of his thickness until the ache disappeared entirely. you’d often leave in need of an underwear change, that tingling feeling in your legs intensified.

his methods were surely…unconventional, but they always worked, and no other doctor ever bothered to interrupt one of his sessions—leaving you all to himself.

“sorry, remus.” you murmured, hands clasped together with a slight twinge of pink to your cheeks.

remus gave a soft smile, nodding to the examination table. “no need. hop up for me, lovely.”

you obeyed without hesitation, feet lifting off the ground as you settled, folding your fingers neatly in your lap.

he came up, stood between your knees, voice low and raspy. “what’s brought you in today then, hm? jaw doing alright?”

you nodded quickly, a shy little swallow. “mhm. it’s just…something else now. i found a little cut, just right here.” you pointed to the curve of your breast, visible through the tight fabric of your blouse.

“i don’t know how it happened and it hurts a little, so I got scared,” you admitted with a pout that formed instantly. “what if it’s something bad? like i need surgery?”

remus’ expression softened with a half chuckle, watching you with a mixture of a mocking but caring look. he knew it was most likely a papercut and nothing more. you always rang up hospitals for every minor inconvenience, which remus encouraged, so he could see you more. he always bought into your little worries, like some concerned doctor that didn’t have his cock leaking at your innocence.

he reached for his stethoscope, tucking the earpieces in. “i’ll take a look, yeah? let me handle it, darling.”

the calm way he said it made you melt—always so sure. always in control. you liked listening to him, doing whatever he pleased to make you feel better.

his fingers went straight to your blouse, unbuttoning them with practised ease. the first time, he’d worn gloves, asked permission. by now, he didn’t need to. you never said no to him, and you preferred the warmth of his hands over cold latex.

as the fabric parted, remus paused. the pink lace of your bra was peeking through, one that pushed your tits together perfectly—one that made his throat work in a quiet swallow.

“dressed up for me today, doll?” his tone curled around the petname, dipping just enough to make your thighs clench.

you shook your head with wide eyes, the lace colour matching the blossoming of your cheeks. “didn’t mean to. my other ones were in the wash—this was the only clean one.”

“so you picked the sluttiest one?” he shot back darkly, lips twitching, eyes staring at your covered tits. his fingers grazed the plush skin there, dragging down one of the cups to bare your breast.

“i didn’t mean—”

“hm, but you did.” his tone dropped to a quiet, gruff note. he pressed the stethoscope to your chest, the cold metal making you jump in a shiver. your heart thudded against it, and remus gave a sly smirk—his way of knowing that you enjoyed every bit of this.

“such a bad girl.”

“m’not! i wanna be a good one.” you gave a pout and he clicked his tongue at you, humming in amusement with a smirk.

“well you can’t be when you dress like that.” his thumb brushed across your nipple until it hardened beneath your touch. then his hand slid lower, cupping beneath your breast, giving it a soft squeeze. “now, show me where the cut is, love.”

you guided his fingers just beneath, and he crouched slightly, examining the skin of a faint cut, the size of an ant.

remus’ eyes narrowed, before a soft laugh escaped him. “just what i thought. that’s a light scratch, baby.” he tapped your skin gently, eyes flickering up to you. “must’ve just nicked yourself from your fingers while you were asleep. is that where it hurts?”

you nodded with face crumpling in embarrassment, a frown tugging at your lips. “so it’s not serious?”

“well no, but still needs treating, doesn’t it?” he said softly, hand gently coming up to caress your cheek. “you trust me, sweet thing?”

“yeah.” you murmured, shy again.

“good girl.” he praised, and then pressed a soothing steady kiss to your breast, right over the faint line.

a soft sound escaped from your lips as you felt that tingly feeling between your legs again. remus exhaled roughly through his nose, tongue tracing the sensitive skin around, before wrapping his lips around your nipple.

your back arched in a whimper, fingers tangled in his hair as he groaned. he suckled, his cock twitching at your pretty sounds, begging to be freed.

“think it’s working,” you mumbled in a dizzy manner, feeling the warm suction, the gentle scraping of his teeth.

he pulled away slightly just to whisper. “oh, i’m sure it is,” before giving a little smile and sucking your bud again. his cheeks hollowed out, hand gliding to give attention to your other breast by squeezing it roughly.

a gasp emitted from you, and remus rumbled in a vibrating groan against your skin. “so good…” he mumbled, before his teeth grazed your nipple again and bit softly. you jolted, eyes widening, yanking on his hair.

“i—i think i need more healing.” you whimpered, voice cracking slightly. you felt like this wasn’t enough, craving for that tingly feeling to continue, to drench your underwear.

remus finally pulled off your bud with a soft pop, hands gliding down your sides with shiny flushed lips. “do you, now?” he teased, before straightening up.

you noticed a darkening wet patch at the crotch of his trousers, just under his white coat. he caught you staring, a slow small grin spreading across his face. “might need a stronger tool for this. you want that?” he asked, voice strained with need.

you nodded before you could stop yourself, watching remus unbuckle his belt with a quiet, controlled motion—he always made you wait, to get you writhing for it.

the metal clinked softly, and he shoved his slacks down enough to free himself. he bit his lip to stifle a deep groan as his hand wrapped around the base. his thick cock was flushed pink and leaking, a prominent vein that lined the underside of his shaft.

“big, huh?” he teased again, giving himself a few slow strokes that tore a dirty rumbling sound from him. “think this’ll do the job, baby?”

all you could do was stare with your lips parted, thighs squeezing together at the slight curve of his thick cock. “s’big…” you mumbled in awe.

“yeah?” he gave a sheepish sort of grin, before he stepped close, lifting your hands gently to press them to your chest. he gave a soft peck to the valley of your breasts like he couldn’t help it. “want you to hold them together. like this for me. yeah? promise it’ll make you feel better.”

you nodded eagerly, doing exactly as he said.

“good girl.” he cooed, lining his cock up with your sternum. “keep them squeezed together—”

he shuddered as he guided your breasts around his cock, groaning as the softness squeezed him just right. you watched his face—his brows pulled, mouth slack in such a pleasurable way that made you even more aching to please him. “that’s it, angel.”

your innocent eyes merely blinked up at him, pressing your tits together in a firm hold for him.

“fuck…” remus hissed as his hips started to rock, thrusting between the soft fatty tissues. “so obedient. so sweet.” he cupped your jaw, thumb tugging at your bottom lip. “such a good listener you are, huh?”

his fat cock kept sliding between your tits, aching for more friction. he held your chin, biting his lip to hold back the animalistic sounds that would’ve echoed in his office. “can you spit on it, baby? just to help. for the healing.”

he said it so gently that you had no choice but to obey. remus let go of your chin and you leaned down, spitting a big drop that strung from your lips and onto the slit on his cock. remus growled low in his throat, the soft squelching noises that appeared as he lathered your spit down his shaft, with the help of your tits.

he panted, hips bucking sloppily into your chest, the obscene slapping noises amplifying. “that’s it…look so good like this. don’t even know how filthy you are. do you?” he rasped, muttering more to himself than you. “just think your sweet little injury’s being treated.”

“isn’t it?” you asked with a dazed look, all confused.

remus let out a broken laugh, head tipping back just slightly. “oh, sweet girl. just keep being pretty for me.”

he grunted suddenly, cock twitching between your tits before he spilled all over your skin, coating the top in hot white seed. it trickled down and seeped into your cleavage, an ungodly sight for remus—all while you blinked up at him, unsure what to do as he pulled a tissue from the drawer, wiping you up gently.

then, he leaned in, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “there. all healed.”

“thank you, sir.” you whispered, remembering that name of authority from the last appointment, too shy to say it until now.

remus froze, his half-hard cock already twitching again, before you got up—like you hadn’t just ruined him all over again. he gave a light smack to your ass, a small gasp falling from your lips before it disappeared into a giggle.

he cleared his throat, stifling his dark chuckle. “i think you’ll need another follow-up. same time next week.”

and then, he tucked himself back into his slacks and opened the door for you, a lingering soft smile that screamed nothing but innocent. “see you then, darling.”

©️siriuslystarman. this fic was not made by AI.

The scenario that you currently found yourself in was meticulously planned for before. It was Halloween night, and you loved this time of year. But living on a ranch, miles away from any other home, left a dampener on your Halloween spirit. Your boys had cultivated a wicked little idea to make this year's Halloween a most memorable one. 

Together, you acted out a carefully constructed fantasy. You would play the part of an intruder, sneaking your way into Bob and Rhett’s home. They would be waiting for you, with a rope in hand. They gave you the thrill of a small chase around your home, before Bob effortlessly flung you over his shoulder and strung you up to the kitchen chair. 

The wicked Halloween role-play was about to begin. 

You were giving your best performance of helplessly struggling as you struggled against the chair again. You pushed out your ankles to test the give from the rope, but Bob was smarter than that, and you should’ve known better. 

“Please, Sirs!” You pleaded out. “I didn’t mean anythin’ by it. I just needed the cash.” You gave your best attempt at fluttering your eyelashes to sway your captor’s, but neither of them moved a muscle on their faces to show their understanding.

Bob towered over you, and your heart thrummed in your chest with heightened anticipation. From behind his glasses, his eyes showed no sign of any wavering motion at your desperate pleas. He seemed eerily placid. 

You expected them both to take on meaner roles, given your current situation, but it caught you by thrilling surprise to see Bob display nothing at all. This was new, and your thighs attempted to squeeze together to alleviate the ache that was blossoming between you. 

“Here I was, trying to enjoy a nice evening in with my husband, and then you come sneaking into our home, trying to steal from us.” Bob finally spoke with a calm and collected tone. “And now here you are, batting your little eyelashes, attempting to get away.” He tutted.

“Please, Sir! I’ll leave right now and won’t tell anyone. Not a soul! Just let me go.” You pleaded again with your very best performance.

Bob rolled his eyes and snorted—the first sign of wavering emotion from him. “You think we’ll just let you go? No, no.” He paused for a moment, looking deep in thought. The silence hung heavy in the air before he finally spoke. “We won’t call the police if you let us have some fun first. It’s the least you can do after breakin’ in like that.” 

A playful grin tugged at the corners of your lips, and you attempted to push at his buttons.

“What’s stoppin’ me from telling the police after, Sir?” 

Bob swallowed and didn’t speak a word. Instead, you heard the heavy tread of boots from behind him. The shadow of Rhett appeared from the darkness, from where he was leaning against the kitchen counter. He came towards you and into the light, with his arms firmly crossed over his broad chest. 

His eyebrows were knitted tightly together, with an unpleasant frown etched across his features, and his jaw was set firm. 

Rhett loomed over you and spoke for the first time. “If y’ dare tell a soul, we’ll make this very, very difficult for you.” His voice was frighteningly low. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and reached out to grab your jaw. 

He squeezed your jaw firmly and angled your gaze towards him. “I’d be good if I were you. Let me ‘nd my husband have some fun wi’ the pretty lil’ thing that stumbled into our home.” Rhett gritted out.

“O—Okay, Sirs.” You stumbled out. 

He disappeared into the darkness of the kitchen once more, and you heard him rattling around in the kitchen drawers. Bob slowly circled you, as a predator would their prey. You felt his eyes wash over your vulnerable frame, and you let out a shaky breath. 

Rhett returned to the light, and you noticed the reflection of the kitchen light bouncing off the scissors in his hand. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you let out a small whimper. Your body began reverberating with excitement.

You had entirely forgotten that Bob was standing behind you, and suddenly, you felt him push your shoulders back against the chair. Your back arched towards Rhett, allowing your body to be entirely within his reach. 

Rhett swiped the cool metal across your naked thighs, and a shiver was sent through your body. He hooked the scissors under the hem of your loose-fitting shorts (as you were instructed to wear beforehand) and made a clean cut, exposing your bare pussy to them both.

As Rhett shed your shorts and saw that you were wearing nothing underneath, he let out a sinister chuckle. “Fuckin’ hell. Robbin’ houses and wearin’ no panties? You jus’ wanted to be fucked.”

You let out a pathetic whimper as his fingertips brushed along your thigh and forcefully parted your legs. “Let's get a better look, hm?”

Bob peered over from behind you and let out a low whistle in agreement. “What a pretty little pussy. And to think you’d been hiding it from us all this time? What a shame.” He mocked.

Rhett continued to glide his fingers to your upper thighs as your legs parted instinctively for him. Role-play or not, you could never fight his touches. But you playfully leaned into your role as his fingertips ghosted over your lips, and another fluttering whimper fell from your lips. 

“Please, Sirs! I won’t tell anyone! I’ll do anything, I swear. I’ll be good, I promise!” You playfully pleaded.

“Mm, I should fucking think so too. Intruding into our home like this, wearin’ a flimsy tank top and nothing underneath.” Bob declared from behind you. He ran his fingers under your tank top straps before snapping them harshly against your shoulders. “Let's see what else you’re hiding.”

Rhett’s fingers stayed between your thighs with teasing touches to your bare pussy, with Bob behind you now sliding the straps of your tank top down, to expose your naked breasts. 

You could hear the steady sound of your heartbeat in your ears. Your body was practically vibrating with excited anticipation, and you began to feel your wetness growing. 

“No bra either? I should’ve guessed when I saw those pretty nipples perk up underneath.” Bob’s hand snaked around to your chest, and his nimble fingers ran enticing circles over your pebbled nipples.

An effortless whine fell from you as you finally felt the sensual touch from your lovers.

“S’ easy to get a noise out of you, hm?” Rhett mused from in front. “Let's see what other pretty noises y’ make.” His fingers swiped through your lips and parted them. You felt the cool air from the kitchen fan over you, and your clit twitched. He watched with amusement as you opened yourself up to him so easily, with a shine of your arousal already coating your cunt. 

His thumb pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves and ran firm circles around it. A louder cry escaped you, and your hips bucked against your restricting ties. 

“Such a desperate sound, from such a pretty lil’ thing, hm, Bobby?” Rhett teased.

“I agree.” Bob dipped his head to the shell of your ear, and a trail of goosebumps rose along your neck. “You can be as loud as you want. There’s no one around for miles. No one will hear you when our cocks are inside of you.” He whispered into your ear. 

You let out a quiet moan as you momentarily got lost in the shared pleasure that they were providing you, before resuming your playful act. 

“Oh, God! Please, Sirs!”     

Rhett’s thumb dipped down between your folds and gathered your slick before sliding his fingers effortlessly inside of you and resuming the circling of your clit. 

“Aw, why not?” He cooed mockingly as he curled his fingers inside of you. You thrashed against the chair, acting out your best portrayal of defiance.

In response, he too played along. His jaw stiffened, and his eyebrows furrowed with frustration. His spare hand came to grip your chin, pressing your cheeks together. 

“You said you’d do anythin’. Said you’d be good.” He growled out. “We’ll take what we want. Don’t make us call the fuckin’ police.”

Your heartbeat rose in your chest, and you mumbled out, “Okay! Okay. I’ll be good.” 

Rhett let out a frustrated grunt and let go of your chin, before you felt Bob reach for your neck. He pulled your head backwards to angle your gaze upon him. His eyes bore into yours, with a glint of excitement, before he resumed his firm demeanour.

“Open your mouth.”

“Wha—”

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He cut you off with demand lacing his tone.

You shakily parted your lips, and a moan left you as you felt Rhett drag his fingers along your walls and continuously run precise circles over your clit. 

“Stick your tongue out,” Bob demanded again. You watched from above as he leaned down, pursed his lips and spat his saliva onto your tongue. 

He manually closed your jaw with his large hand and barked out the order, “Swallow.”

You complied with him, and a moan rumbled through your chest as you tasted him. He eased your head back down, and you were faced once again with Rhett’s stern gaze. Your eyelids drooped as he pumped his fingers inside of you, building up your arousal so effortlessly. 

Your wetness began coating his palm, and your walls fluttered around him. You played into your role, mumbling out, “P— Please, can I come? We can end this now and I’ll leave and never tell anyone!” 

Rhett snorted out an amused laugh. “This is far from over, our pretty lil’ plaything.” 

His gaze flicked behind him and caught Bob’s eyes. He gave him a silent nod, and with a wicked smirk, he withdrew his damp fingers from your pulsing cunt. You let out a whine in protest and squirmed in your seat, attempting to chase his touch. Your empty pussy throbbed around nothing at the sudden emptiness. 

“Aw, don’t whine like that. The best is yet t’ come.” Rhett mocked. He took off into the darkness of the kitchen to retrieve what was planned next. 

In a beat, you felt Bob’s hands effortlessly work on the ties behind you. You could feel your wrists loosen against each other, followed by your ankles as he moved around to the front. 

You watched from the corner of your eye as Rhett came back into the light. He carried a soft blanket, and a pillow was tucked under his arm. He neatly placed them down onto the kitchen table, and your heart thrummed with excitement.

He returned to you and Bob, and they both squatted down in front of you as you stayed seated on the chair. Their eyes softened, with their jaws relaxing, and a soft smile broke out on their faces.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Bob tenderly asked. “Your wrists okay? Ankles?” His fingers brushed over your ankles.

“Yeah. All okay, thank you. I trust your rope-tying skills.” You beamed at him.

Rhett came to place his hand on your thigh, with his thumb moving in soothing circles. “What’s your colour, darlin’?”

“Green. Absolutely, one hundred per cent, green.” You breathed out with a blissful and pleasant sigh. 

They both shared a relaxed chuckle. 

“Atta’ girl. There’s our good girl.” Rhett pronounced with admiration. He stood up, but not before pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

Bob followed suit, exchanging the same loving kiss with you before leaning over and asking, “You ready to continue?” 

“Ready.” You nodded eagerly and flashed him a toothy grin. Within a flash, he reached down and swooped you off the chair. He effortlessly flung you over his shoulder, and in response, you played your part.

You playfully kicked your legs and beat your fists on his back. “Please, Sir! I’ll do anything!” You wailed out, with impeccable acting. “I won’t tell anyone, Sir! Let me go!” 

From upside down, you caught Rhett smirking at you as he admired your playful act with great amusement. He flashed you a slight wink before resuming his harsh demeanour. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows together, as if he was assessing the sinful acts that he was about to perform on you.

Bob carried you over to the kitchen table, showing no reaction to your protests whatsoever. His firm grip on your waist stopped your squirming as he carefully laid you down onto the table. The soft blanket and pillow that Rhett had put down before softened the blow considerably. 

Rhett sauntered over to the table with assertive strides and took over from Bob’s grip on your waist. Your legs dangled off the edge, and he had your waist pinned against the soft blanket with his firm grip. 

Bob came to your side and drew your wrists together above your head, with his large hand. With one swift motion, he tugged down on the hem of your tank top and ripped it apart along the seams. A wanton moan left your lips as your breasts became suddenly exposed to the cool kitchen air.

“Much better.” Bob mused.

Rhett agreed with a grunt as he forcefully parted your thighs with his rough yet tender hands. “There they are.” He pronounced, as his lustful gaze flew over your bare and wet cunt. 

Heat pooled in your cheeks as you lay completely naked, exposed and vulnerable to them both. You squirmed against their touches and attempted to wriggle free, but they stayed firm.

“Quit y’ squirmin’.” Rhett bit back. “Y’ come bargin’ into our home like this, we’re gon’ take you like this, pretty lil’ plaything.”

“You’re so right, my darling husband.” Bob taunted from beside you. You heard the simultaneous clanking of buckles from their belts, as they undid their trousers and exposed their aching cocks.

You looked at them both and wriggled again, protesting with defiance. “Y— You’re both s’ big. I can’t take you…” You acted out, with your eyes going wide at their sizes to secure your performance. 

They shared a smug smirk in amusement. They really had to give you credit for this role-play performance.

“Too bad, plaything,” Bob argued back. “Remember when you so eagerly took my spit earlier? That’s for this.” He took his thick shaft in his hand and slapped his swollen tip on your lips. 

A languid moan vibrated around his tip as you felt his warmth settle on your tongue. You could only keep up your defiant act for so long. The comforting weight of Bob’s heavy cock on your tongue relaxed your jaw, and you let out a pleasant sigh through your nose.

Rhett took this as his sign, as he watched how your body melted against the table. He too took his thick length into his palm and nudged his swollen tip against your lips. He caught himself on your clit and smeared your arousal around his shaft. 

Your moans vibrated around Bob as Rhett effortlessly pushed inside of you. He let out a throaty groan at feeling your warmth squeeze around his cock. He took your thighs into his hands and bent your legs, to bury himself to the hilt with his pelvis meeting your ass. 

Bob’s free hand cradled the back of your head as he pushed his length past your lips, almost burying himself completely. He matched Rhett’s throaty groan as he gazed down at your fluttering eyelashes, with pleasure etched over your features. 

You felt warmth blossom in your belly as you lay there feeling full. Regardless of the role-play that the three of you were acting out, nothing could mimic the blissful cloud of contentment that floated through you, at feeling yourself stuffed complete with your lovers cocks. 

You each stayed like that for a moment, relishing in the content sensation, before you were drawn back to the act. 

Rhett began drawing his hips back and setting a firm pace. He let out a heavy groan, full of relief, as he felt your warmth flutter around him with a sweet invitation. “Haven’t had pussy in s’ long. S’ lucky we caught ourselves such a sweet cunt.” 

Bob groaned in agreement as he set about sliding his cock in and out of your mouth, in fluid motions. “Their mouth is so warm and inviting. I could keep them here forever.”

You let out a desperate whine that was muffled against Bob’s size. Your eyes went wide as you reacted to his act. You mockingly shook your head in protest, but he was firm in his hold at the back of your head. 

He let out a disappointed tut and pushed his tip to the back of your throat, causing you to make a lewd gagging sound. “You can’t escape this, sweet lil’ plaything. I think we’ll have you like this forever.” Bob teased you from above.

He continued his shallow thrusts towards the back of your throat for a moment, eliciting further garbled groans from you. Your eyes brimmed with tears, and a few spilt over your hot cheeks. He was quick to draw his hips away as he registered your bodily reactions, and he soothed his thumb over your damp cheeks. 

Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth onto the kitchen table, and you heaved with throaty sobs as you caught your breath. 

“Don’t cry, sweet plaything. This is your life now. Filled with pleasure.” Bob’s voice was laced with a sinister undertone. You had never seen your sweet Bobby so cruel before, and the fire licked inside your belly.

He pushed his tip back past your lips and let out a pleasant sigh. You were drawn back to Rhett as you felt his thrusts pick up to a merciless pace. 

“Y’ can cry all you want, darlin’, but this pretty cunt doesn’t lie. Y’ so fuckin’ wet. Squeezin’ me all the time.” Rhett gritted out with defiance, through hurried breaths.

You let out a desperate and muffled cry at their taunting words. Your body was beginning to tremble as his thrusts were getting harsher, with his swollen tip brushing against the sweet spot buried deep inside of you. 

You felt incredibly exposed, and the vulnerability that you had shared with your lovers only added fuel to the flame that was burning deep within you. 

In time to your hazy mind registering how desperately your clit ached, Rhett’s thumb came to your clit and ran sloppy circles over the sensitive bundle. You practically shrieked against Bob’s length, as you became overwhelmed with pleasurable pressure. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gargled out incoherent whines.

He was quick to remove his cock from your mouth, with a string of drool connecting from his tip to your lips.

“Can— Can I come, Sirs? Please?!” You pathetically cried out. Your eyes shot open to plead with your captors. Tears still welled in the corners of your eyes due to Rhett’s merciless pace. A momentary smirk twitched on his face.

“Y’ can come. But look at us when y’ do. I want our sweet lil’ plaything to remember our faces.”

“Oh, thank you, Sirs! Thank you so much!” You squealed. 

Your sensitivity was heightened, and you were overwhelmed with pleasure, allowing it to wash over you in white hot waves. You came with a silent cry tearing from your throat, and your chest heaved with heavy sobs as you repeatedly thanked them. You gazed up at Rhett and held his intense gaze.

Watching you come undone on his cock after enduring such a sinful role-play caused his hips to stutter. He let out a bitter groan as he fluidly spilt into you. It seemed as though barely any time had passed before Bob turned your face back towards him. 

He was quick to push his length past your lips and push his tip to the back of your throat. Your eyes glazed over as you gazed up at him. The sight of your damp tears flowing down your cheeks as you gagged on his cock, still with your orgasm quivering through you, caused him to spill into your mouth with a deep groan. 

Tiny squeals reverberated off of him as you tasted his familiar warmth down your throat. You swallowed eagerly and squirmed in delight. As your orgasm continued to roll through you in soft waves, pitiful whines left your lips, with blubbering and muffled curses of their names.

Together, they gave you a handful more shallow thrusts before gently removing their softening cocks. For a moment, all that could be heard in the kitchen was your shared heavy breaths. The thick scent of sex and sweat hung in the air, and your body felt a glowing warmth of delighted contentment. 

You were mumbling incoherently, with your body trembling, but they were both there to soothe you. You heard Bob’s voice first, guiding you back to ground. 

“Hey, there’s our good girl.” He softly hummed. You weakly turned your head towards him, with a lopsided smile. “Let's get you some water first, yeah?” 

You nodded and then heard Rhett call out your name, grounding you further.

“Atta’ girl.” He beamed at you from the end of the table. His hands smoothed along your thighs and came to help sit your trembling body upright. He effortlessly lifted you off the table and sat you on his lap, as he perched on a kitchen chair. He protectively wrapped the blanket from the table around you and held you close to his warm chest. 

He pressed a flurry of kisses to your damp forehead before Bob came next to you with a cool glass of water in hand. He pulled up a chair next to you both and handed Rhett the glass.

You gulped down your first sips with ease—the cool liquid providing your dry throat with a comfortable relief. 

“Was that fun?” Bob asked with a homely smile tugging at his lips. Together, you would discuss the scene in detail tomorrow, but for now, they understood that your mind was hazy. A soft and simple check-in was all that you needed.

“Yeah. A lot. Love y’ both.” You mumbled with a delighted grin. Your eyes were glazed over in contentment, and your head lulled against Rhett’s shoulder.

“Good, darlin’. Y' did so well for us. We’re s’ proud of you. We both love you s’ much.” Rhett proudly declared, pressing more soft kisses along your forehead. 

Bob pleasantly agreed, with his hand tenderly stroking along your bare thigh. “We love you, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? A bubble bath perhaps?”

You nodded eagerly in agreement before letting Rhett lift you, with Bob’s tender touch still following you. You nuzzled your head into Rhett’s neck, but peered over his shoulder to still see Bob’s comforting smile.

You felt a warm afterglow swarm through your body. You felt genuinely cared for and protected. You felt truly loved.

This was a Halloween to remember.

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Affectionately known as The Potters by their friends despite not even being engaged, Lily and James were a unit no one could shake. They complimented one another in a million ways. Both intelligent, both loyal, both forces to be reckoned with.

Unbeknownst to your mutual friend group, you’d been an addition to their relationship for months now. At first, it started out as purely innocent admiration, but had quickly deteriorated into soul consuming yearning. It didn’t take long for any of you to crack.

They had you sprawled out between them, your body prone in Lily’s lap, James naked between your thighs. Your walls fluttered around his cock. You marveled at his smooth skin, fingers trailing over the flexed muscles of his abdomen. He hissed as they dipped low, tracing the antler tattoos on his v-line. You grinned, only faltering as Lily’s hands reached around your body to cup your breasts. Her fingers pinched at the sensitive skin of your nipples.

You arched into her touch, soft gasps leaving your lips.

“That’s it, sweets, you’ve done so well.” You keened at his words, tensing as he slid out of you. Lily buried her head into the crook of your neck, scattering love bites along your collarbone and shoulders.

James dipped his index and middle finger into your still sensitive cunt, scooping up your mixed cum and offering it to Lily. She took it gladly, tongue swirling around hid fingers. You stared, mouth going dry as James’ eyes darkened and Lily sucked hard on his skin. He moaned at the sight; you weren’t sure you could blame him.

“Careful, love.” Her answering cheeky grin was enough to have James surging forward. He pressed his lips to hers, mindful to not squish you between them. Lily took him on gladly, using his distraction to slip her fingers down to your clit. You gasped.

James chuckled against her mouth. “You always have to one up me, don’t you?” She giggled. “Of course.”

You came quickly, body trembling as James moved to mouth at your breasts and Lily kept up her ministrations on your bundle of nerves. James nipped at your sensitive skin, savoring each and every one of your cries. “So perfect for us, sweets. Just look at you.” You mewled as Lily dipped her fingers into your cunt.

Her other hand came to grip James’ hair, guiding his mouth down your body towards your cunt. “Do me a favor and put your mouth to good use, yeah?” He lifted a brow and smirked. You reached out, gripping the hard flesh of his arms as he shifted down the bed.

“My mouth not good enough for you, Evans?”

She shrugged, jutting her chin towards your pubic region. Had it been anyone else, your body would’ve heated with embarrassment. Instead, you whined, practically writhing in her arms. James laughed.

“Think you’ve got another in you, sweets?”

Mattheo Riddle :

His big hands taking care of your puffy cunt

Making out with your pussy

Sending you a video from the shower after practice

Lorenzo Berkshire :

Fucking you into the bed

Going for a few rounds..hes not pulling out

Letting you rub yourself on his boxers before bed

Blaise Zabini :

Holding you by the waist as he fucks up into you

Draco Malfoy :

Fucking the energy out of you

Having some fun in his car

Sucking and kissing your pretty breast

Taking delicate care of your clit

Fucking your ass while rubbing your pretty cunt

Tom Riddle :

Torturing you by hitting that spot WAY to deep

Making you leak everywhere, you just looked to cute while swimming

Spanking your cunt till you learn your place

Theodore Nott :

Nott knows how to use his hands to tease you, especially during summer

Grinding on his cock, ride and bounce, you said you wanted to be independent

Once you had caught James Potter’s eye, he would go to extraordinary lengths for ‘the hottest girl he had ever met’, because for James Potter, it was all about the chase. He would walk them from class to class, letting everyone see how his arm rested low on their waists, how their hands would brush teasingly across his chest. James liked to think he was a gentleman for courting each girl for a few days, and not just dragging them into the nearest cupboard like Sirius was known to do. He would flatter them, he would send them flowers, not thoughtfully chosen, and late-night notes, folded into swans or flowers, confessing his lust and desire. The trick was to let this continue for a week rather than the three days most girls could bear. This would get him extra-riled up so by the time they gave in, he was ready to break them. 

And break they would. That was his end goal after all and James Potter doesn’t do anything by halves. There was always a steady stream of girls leaving his rooms in a dazed glow, struck dumb by the pleasure they had received. James basked in the whispers, the admiring glances, the knowledge that he was the one who turned them into mindless sex zombies, content to follow him all their lives in the hopes of another night. Except there never was another night, because by the next day James had seen the newest hottest girl he’d ever seen and never gave a another thought to his previous shags, except if they had given exceptional head. 

With a reputation like that no one could blame you for thinking he was joking when he said he was ready to settle down with you.

You, who had never been considered one of Hogwarts’ greatest beauties. Your hair didn’t shine brightly, your boobs didn’t bounce perkily, your waist wasn’t as small as some of the other girls, yet James seemed determined to grow old with you. You didn’t know what you’d done. Just lived your quiet little life; you studied, partied, you weren’t a prude, you just lived. So when James suddenly started walking next to you in the hallways you quivered. You didn’t want to be a mindless sex zombie, you did have dreams, but that’s the road you were in danger of going down. The obvious route was to ignore him, pretend he was invisible. This only enraptured him more. He redoubled his efforts and you redoubled yours. It was all-out war. Except James was enjoying himself and you were not. 

People whispered about you. Girls glared at you. Boys sized you up and said they couldn’t quite see what James saw. You detested it. You had no peace anymore. Somehow, the rumours you heard were worse. Practically none of them were true, you had only slept with three boys whatever they said, but the one where you had a secret fifth hole was pushing it. Your favourite one was where you had a forked tongue like a snake, allowing you to suck him like an animal. It was as if people had completely discarded you in favour of their wild fantasies. While this suited James, as most of his rumours were true, it pissed you off. 

To top it all off, James had started confessing his actual love for you, loudly, in public. This did give you pause, he hadn’t kidded any of the other girls into thinking he loved them. It intrigued you. You started reading his notes instead of burning them. To your surprise they were sappy, gooey, romantic, and not the smutty filth you had imagined he had been writing. You let him walk next to you, you heard what he had to say. This all gave James hope, but you were viewing it as more of an experiment, you still couldn’t be sure you were part of a secret bet. 

Still, the weeks went on and James’ behaviour didn’t change. He was still as devoted to you as he claimed to be. You began to stop waiting for the penny to drop, for Sirius to jump out from behind a pillar and scream ‘har har got you!’. You started to enjoy James’ company. You had deep intellectual conversations by the lake, hotly debating the latest articles in the Daily Prophet. You had long study sessions in the library, staying until dark, the only sounds being the scratches on quills and the rain against the windows. You let him sit with you on occasion in the common room; he easily joined in the conversation with you and your friends and you were very pleased to see how polite he was to them. 

All in all, James Potter convinced you he was in love with you. Because he was. And once you finally gave in, the two of you were blissfully happy, or happy as you could be. There was just one small problem. 

“No James,” You said sleepily, pushing his hand away from where it had been resting dangerously high on your leg. It was dark, it was late, your bed was comfy and warm and all you wanted to do was sleep. James had slid in behind you, murmuring in your ear, his warm hand running up your leg. You felt him shift behind you as you dismissed his advances, pulling his hand away so he could rest it on your waist, holding you close. He buried his face in your hair, spooning you. “Sorry love,” He said, before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

That was how eight out of ten of James’ initiations went. He would request sex and you would turn him down. You had learnt early on that your libido was no where near as high as his. Ideally, James would have sex twice a day; once in the morning and once in the evening at a minimum, not to mention if you happened to find yourself in any secluded places between classes. But you could barely handle once a day and your ideal schedule would be maybe three times a week. 

When you had first made this known to James he hadn’t been able to hide the surprise on his face. How anyone could have so little sex was beyond him. Still, he hadn’t stomped off in a huff like other boys had, so you thought little of it. But now, as you turned him down again and again you started to worry, and not just for his right hand. Before you, James’ reputation relied on being known as one of Hogwarts biggest sluts in his own right. Now he had committed himself to you, you felt like you must be starving him of the sex he appeared to crave and you wondered how much longer he would put up with it. Surely, he didn’t think you were worth it. 

These doubts and worries plagued your mind more and more. Sometimes you couldn’t sleep. James had to be getting fed up of being borderline celibate and then you would get your heart broken when he left you for someone who was more willing to open her legs on the daily. You would stew on these thoughts for hours, brow furrowed, wondering how you would stop him from leaving. Of course, the simplest answer was glaring you in the face. 

This meant James was quite shocked when you approached him in the locker rooms after his afternoon Quidditch practice. The place was empty, James having taken his usual twenty minute shower, leaving the two of you alone. It was steamy in there, James’ showers ran hot, and your footsteps echoed as you stalked the deserted room. At the other end stood your boyfriend, looking delectable in just a towel. You stomped up to him, ignoring his surprise as you kissed him, hard. James kissed you back, confused. This was absolutely not like you to initiate so violently and in a public space too. James wasn’t stupid. He knew something was up. 

He broke away and pulled back, looking into your eyes. “Hey,” He said softly, “What’s going on?” 

Now you were confused. Was he really turning you down? “What, do I need an excuse to sleep with my boyfriend?” You retorted. 

James spoke slowly, “No, but I do need to know who you are and what you have done with my girlfriend because she would never have sex somewhere so open.”

Well, he had you there. You had had to work yourself up to the idea of shagging somewhere people could easily find you. Still, for James, it was worth it. 

You rolled your eyes, frustrated he wasn’t just doing what you had convinced yourself you wanted. “Well why not? It could be fun.” 

James was starting to worry that you had sustained a severe head injury, or maybe someone had hit you with a confundus charm. He took your hand and led you over to the benches where he sat you down. He sat down next to you, not dropping your hand, not looking away. He didn’t speak, just stared at your face, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth across the back of your hand. It made you nervous. It was already stupidly steamy inside these changing rooms and James’ obvious concern only made your cheeks flush more. 

This was so embarrassing. Your own boyfriend didn’t want you. 

You looked away first, tearing your gaze away to peer down at your joined hands. James watched you. Eventually, he said, “What are you doing, love?” 

You barely contained a snort. “Trying to have sex James, what else could that have been.” 

“No I can see that. What I meant was your behaviour is nothing like you at all.” He bent his head down to try and catch your eye again but you refused to look away from your hands, lest he saw the tears building. “So I’ll ask again. What are you doing?” His voice was annoyingly soft.

You spoke through gritted teeth. “I was signalling that I was willing to have sex with you, here, because that’s what you want.” At that, James’ thumb stilled on your hand.

What I want?” You could hear the confusion and outrage in his voice. “Why is our sex life suddenly about what I want?” 

The dam inside you broke. “Because it is! James you must feel like a monk when you’re with me, I don’t have even half of your drive. It’s always you initiating and even then I turn down most of your invitations. How are you not dying of sexual frustration? How do I know you’re not just going to get bored of me and go fuck someone else?” 

Your last sentence rang out into the silence of the room. There it was. Laid out in the open. Your deepest fear. 

Tears had spilled down your cheeks as you said this, out of frustration, embarrassment, anger. You dared to glance up at his face. It was oddly blank, as if your words had swooped straight over his head. When he didn’t speak straight away you threw his hand back into his lap like it burned you and stood up. As you turned away from him you wiped your tears away with your sleeve. Except you didn’t get very far, because a hand closed around your free wrist. 

“Has it ever occurred to you that this is how I feel when you say no?” 

You froze.

“Every time you turn me down I can’t help but feel like something must be wrong with me.  I feel like some old pervert always leering at you. I feel like sex is all you equate with me. I feel indecent towards my own girlfriend.” 

His words bounced around in your head. I feel. I feel. I feel. He dropped your hand with a groan, but you were already turning bak to face him. 

“Really?” Tears were building in your eyes again. “I make you feel that shit?” 

He dragged a hand across his face in frustration before cradling your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look at him. 

“Baby rejection is part of life. When you tell me no I accept it because it is what you want. I want you comfortable and I want you happy in this relationship my love, and if that means that I have a wank more often then so be it.” 

He never looked away from your eyes. His own brown ones, you saw, were shining with concern, candour and affection. You took in a shaky breath, blinking away your tears. Sniffling slightly you said, “I’m sorry I make you feel like a pervert. I can’t help it.” He nodded solemnly along with your words. “But understand that you never make feel uncomfortable James. Ever. I like it when you touch me.” He sighed, but you continued, “Also tell me when your wrist gets tired, okay? I’ll come help.” 

James stared at you for a moment before he began to laugh. His cheeks crinkled, his teeth sparkled and his eyes were full of love. You probably didn’t look too different. For a while, that replaced the stony silence that had reigned before. What a nice change it was. 

“Fucking hell love,” He choked out between giggles, “How could I ever want anyone else.” He tucked some hair back behind your ear, getting some control over himself. “But you, today, baby…” He trailed off, unable to think of the right words. You spoke for him. “I want to have sex Jamie. Are you gonna tell me no?” 

James beamed. “Of course not.”

It was then that you remembered he was still only wearing a towel. You dropped your gaze over his broad shoulders, strong chest, glistening abs and had to stop yourself from drooling over his prominent v-line. James saw you, saw where this was going and wordlessly flicked his wand to lock the door as you pulled his towel away. 

“Let’s try this again,” You murmured before pressing your lips to his. Delightedly, he kissed you back. James pulled off your coat and you had to pull away from him briefly to tug off your jumper and top in one move. You collided again. James, stark naked, walking you blindly backwards until your legs knocked into the bench. You sat. James stayed towering above you. 

He took his cock in one hand, stroking himself to the sight of you sat in your bra. “Take your jeans off,” He said quietly. On your end, James Potter looked like a god on earth. From your angle, looking up, lights shining behind him he looked so handsome cast in shadows, one hand working himself, eyes watching you diligently. You did as he said, kicking them away before standing once more. James left his dick alone in favour of cradling your jaw in his hands as you kissed and kissed and kissed. 

Eventually, you remembered that someone could try and come in at any time. With this little reminder, you made quick work of your bra and underwear. James had found his towel again and laid it across the benches for you. You smiled prettily at him in thanks. He watched you hungrily. You lay down and peered coyly up at him. He pounced. 

Pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other tweaked your nipple as he sucked marks onto your neck. You made sure to sigh in his ear and squirm on the bench, causing him to growl lowly. His hand abandons your nipple and travels down your body until he finds your clit. You jerk in his grip, which only makes him hold on tighter. 

Slowly, teasingly, he circles your clit with his middle finger, watching your reaction. You close your eyes, letting your head drop back onto the bench, enjoying what he gives you. “That’s it,” He murmurs, “Just relax baby.” He replaces his finger with his thumb, circling your hole with the others before dipping in. You arch your back as he inserts two fingers inside you. He cooed down at you, “Good girl, so wet f’me.” You moaned. He began to thrust his hand shallowly, thumb not leaving your clit. 

You were in heaven. Pleasure tingled up your spine, flooding your body. Your wrists had long since stopped fighting James’ hold; instead you let him overwhelm you. He pressed his weight down, keeping you pinned under him. Unable to move. Unable to leave. Your moans began to build. You were going to cum soon. James watched as your brows crinkled together, your eyes fluttered and your mouth opened as your orgasm peaked. He felt you clenching around him, so hot and tight. He worked you through it, thumb never giving you a break until you were squirming in his hold. 

“Please Jamie,” You gasped, squeezing your thighs shut in an attempt to still his hand. James relented and removed it. He brought his fingers up to his mouth where he sucked on them, watching you. If you hadn’t already been soaking wet, this would’ve caused a tsunami between your legs. You gazed up at him, waiting. 

James let your wrists go and shuffled back, grasping your hips in his hands, pulling you with him. You shrieked quietly. He huffed in amusement. His strength always took you by surprise, no matter how much you saw him lift. He lined himself up with your entrance, letting out a pleased hum when he saw how wet you were. Seeing you with your legs spread, pussy glistening and waiting was a sight James would never ever get tired of. Gently, he eased himself into you. For what felt like the millionth time that evening, you let your head fall back. God he was good. It was like his cock was made for you. So wide, such a delicious stretch and he was long enough to hit your sweet spot if he tried. All in all, James was perfect. Like always. 

He placed his hands on the backs of your thighs and pushed them up towards your stomach, opening you up for him. Unable to restrain himself once he felt how warm you were, his thrusts picked up immediately. Like a storm appearing without warning, James pounded into you, the bench creaking below you; a sound rivalled only by your moans. “Fuck you’re so good,” He managed to get out, hips moving obscenely fast. The sensation of James’ cock stroking your walls so quickly, so energetically and sensitive from your previous orgasm, it didn’t take long before you felt your second approaching. 

Overwhelmed, you buried a hand in James’ hair and used it to pull him head down to meet you, capturing his lips once again. You kiss him desperately, tongues meeting, as your second orgasm hits. Gasping into his mouth, James feels to tightening around him causing him to swear haphazardly into your mouth. He fucks you through it but even as your orgasm subsides, James doesn’t stop. 

“Jamie,” You gasp out. “Jamie-“ 

He reassures you. “I know love, please let me okay? Just feel.” 

Fuck, you were feeling a lot. James was driving you into overstimulation, another orgasm simmering already as his thrusts don’t slow. You blearily open your eyes to see your boyfriend hovering above you. He’s shiny, from steam or sweat you don’t know. He’s panting, glasses slipping down his nose. He’s watching your tits bounce from the intensity of his thrusts. He looks ethereal. 

You really do scream when James’ thumb finds your clit again, rubbing steady circles. Your hips jerk and he has to hold you. You can’t help yourself. A stream of “ohshitohshitohholyfukingshit” leaving your mouth as your third orgasm threatens to burst. James doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. You don’t know wether to curse or praise his athlete’s stamina. Your orgasm hits you with the force of a ten tonne truck. Liquid sprays from your pussy, coating his abdomen and you’re babbling nonsense as James continues to fuck you through. “Yes baby! I knew you could do it,” He grunts out, his own orgasm in sight. 

His name is dripping off your lips like a prayer. He still hasn’t stopped. Lightning flashes before your eyes, or was that only the ceiling lights? Nothing means anything anymore, not compared to the blinding pleasure coursing through you. Your limbs don't feel like your own. You swear your about to meet your maker when James finally stills, spilling into you. 

You're gasping, thighs twitching. He’s panting, sweating. He caresses your sides, bringing you back down to earth. To him. “Are you alright?” He asked, caressing your cheek. You nod, breathless. “I won’t be walking back up to the castle anytime soon.” You warn him. 

His face breaks into a smile. “I’ll carry you.” He vows. 

This was the other reason you can’t keep up with James’ sexual appetite. He’s just too good.  

handcuffs + doggy w sirius <3

mornings w siri <3

study sesh w siri <3

road trip w jamie <3

overstim w siri <3

being needy + empty dorm w rem <3

pre full moons w rem <3

fingering w jamie <3

wishing jamie good luck before quidditch <3

party bathroom w siri <3

empty dorm w siri <3

skin to skin w jamie <3

face sitting w rem <3

post quidditch win w jamie <3

rem pre full moon <3

empty common room w jamie <3

You opened your camera roll to the album that was just all him and you couldn’t help that you felt your panties dampen as you scrolled past a video of his thick, hard, cock grasped in his large hand. It sent you down a rabbit hole. You started looking at all the dirty pictures and videos you had of the two of you and before long you were a wet, needy, mess. So much so that even moving from the bed to get one of your toys seemed like too much. So instead you threw your panties off and pulled Rafe’s big shirt over your head so you could roll your hips against his pillow.

You wanted to cum so bad but no matter how fast, or how much pressure, or what angle you tried you couldn’t seem to get yourself there. You just wanted Rafe. All you could think about is how good he feels when he slides his cock deep into your slick, messy walls and how fucking good it feels when his thick length starts to roughly pump in and out of you.

You ended up restoring to propping up your phone so you could watch a video of Rafe absolutely destroying you from the back and it helped a little. You felt yourself getting closer. The sounds of his moans and praises coming from the speakers egged you on.

“Ohhh, princess. You’re such a messy need girl, look at you.” You were so lost in your chase for release that it took you a second to process that Rafe was actually in the room with you.

Only when you heard his footsteps approaching you did your eyes travel upwards to look at him. He stops at the side of the bed and his large hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running across the drool on your chin. Your grinding on the pillow doesn’t let up as you nuzzle your face against his palm and take his thumb into your mouth, humming around it.

“Just my needy little pet, huh? Couldn’t wait for daddy.” Rafe tuts as his eyes drink in the sight before him. Your phone propped up with the video of the two of you playing. The way your ass giggles with each thrust of your hips, those little white thigh highs that hug the meat of your thighs deliciously and that glazed over fucked out look you’re giving him makes him feel like he could cum just looking at you.

“Can’t cum.” You pull your head back slightly so his finger falls from your mouth, a string of spit still connecting the digit and your lips. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need me baby? Need me so bad you resorted to humping my pillow like a pathetic little puppy?” Rafe mock pouts at you as he roughly grips onto your hips so he can flip you onto your back.

You watch as he throws his shirt over his head and makes quick work of his button and zipper, pushing his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He grabs onto your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed before spreading your legs open wide for him.

“Look at this messy fuckin’ cunt. All desperate and needy for me.” He runs his fingers through your slippery folds before bringing them to his cock, using your juices as lube.

“Please daddy, please.” You whine and wiggle your hips as your pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. Rafe lines himself up with your entrance and slams balls deep into you in one thrust. He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace that has your feeling like you’re going to cum already. “Oh fuuuckk, yes, yes, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, take this fuckin’ dick like a good little pet.” Rafe’s hand grips onto your throat and that’s all it takes to have you tumbling into an earth shattering orgasm. Your pussy flutters around him as your nails claw into his back, your body tensing underneath him.

“Oh god, oh fuck, daddy yes, fuck.” He fucks you through it and doesn’t let up, bullying your walls with his cock until you cum for him again and again. All while the video of him fucking you drones on in the background.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby, creaming all over me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. You want it?” His grip on your throat tightens as his continues to pound into you.

“Yeah, give it to me, fill me up.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue and Rafe knows what you want. He leans down to spit onto your pink muscle and it sends you both over the edge. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy milks him for all he’s worth.

you watched yet another video on the internet of drew down at disney world without you, but with his friend group that all had a few years on you.

he would send pictures of everything that was cute or that reminded him of you, and you really did appreciate it. but it still didn’t swallow the lingering feeling in your gut.

you weren’t even invited. it was obvious why since you couldn’t even buy a drink legally, let alone not even close with half of them, but for some reason it still hurt and had you questioning things even further about everything.

you swore that you guys were drifting apart.

not only did that make you sad, but it also left you scared and questioning everything.

the only thing that made you wonder why you two were drifting like you thought you were was because of the age gap.

was he getting tired of you? was the age gap starting to become a burden? were you just too immature?

and let’s not even get started on how drew acted around his female friends — that were once again a lot older.

all you could do was just cry. it was a dumb reason to cry about, but you don’t wanna lose drew yet you really think you are. he was your first and you hoped he’d be your last, but who knows where you two may end up?

seeing how he acted with his friends currently was already ruining you. now you found yourself down a rabbit hole of searching through old videos of him before you were even dating.

it was crazy, of course you were aware of that. but it did nothing but further increase your worries seeing how he would act around these girls. all older than you and all more outgoing.

so now here you were, stalking your own boyfriend while you sat in your bed, silent tears streaming down your face.

currently, drew was now in paris for the fashion show. he wanted you to come, but it would be too difficult for you. plus school had just ended and both of you knew that you were planning to spend more time with your family this summer.

regardless of that, this feeling was awful. you’ve had old puppy-love heart breaks during highschool with guys you dated just to say you were in a relationship, but this is real. a real committed relationship you’re in with a guy a little over 10 years older than you.

he’s so mature. so are you, but not entirely. you still had a lot more to experience and learn, and he was always so patient.

but maybe now that patience was wearing thin.

you sniffle one more time before closing out all your apps and throwing your phone on the nightstand next to you. wanting to sleep it off and praying you’d wake up feeling better, your insides just were not letting that happen. not to mention you couldn’t fall asleep without at least getting a goodnight text from him.

laying down was no use. as soon as you tried to lay your head down on the pillow and just relax, the overthinking just continued to grow. there was no escape from these thoughts and it was just eating you straight alive.

you huff while turning over, switching sides and seeing if that would help. spoiler: it didn’t.

all you could do now is groan while sitting up. a certain thought ran through your mind that you really didn’t want to go through with, but did you have a choice? you already felt as if the end of things are near, so why let him break your heart (even though you’d be expecting it) when you can just do it the hard part first?

with a sigh, you reached over to grab your phone and open drew’s contact. everything was making you sick. you just stared at the screen, skimming over the conversation you had earlier.

it was the usual. ‘hows your day’, ‘i miss you’, ‘this reminded me of us’, all the cute stuff.

but it just didn’t hit the same. that feeling of him leaving you because of your age wasn’t going anywhere, and it was making you feel insecure on extreme ends

your fingers started typing. there were no real thoughts, just your pure raw emotions. you hit backspace a couple of times, you sat there and thought about the next few words you were going to say, but eventually you got it all put together it pained you type, but it pained you even more contemplating on whether or not you should send it.

‘hey drew. i’ve been missing you a lot recently and i know it’s weird and you’re going to question why i sent this after you read it, but im sorry. i really do feel like you’re leaving me soon and it’s taking a toll on me badly. i don’t want this to end but i can tell that it is and i just know + feel like we’re drifting apart. i feel like it’s because of my age so i really do understand and respect that. we can talk more once you get back because i hate to do this over text but i can’t just bottle my feelings anymore. goodnight 🩷’

a few more seconds of contemplation, you hit send and stared at the screen. you didn’t know how he would respond so you should’ve been shutting off your phone and running away.

but you didn’t. you stared at the screen and waited until he read it.

thankfully, it didn’t take him any longer than three minutes to open your message, and soon after, the dots were bubbling.

drew himself was lost. confused wasn’t even the word for the long paragraph you just sent him. he even started triple texting you.

‘???’

‘what are you talking about baby?’

‘i’m so lost’

you sighed reading his texts. he didn’t get it, realistically you shouldn’t have expected him to. it was out of the blue, and little to your knowledge, he didn’t think for a second anything was wrong between you too.

when you didn’t answer him as soon as you read it, he went back to typing.

‘answer me’

‘i’m really confused and worried. it’d be nice if you stopped leaving me on read’

‘call me now’

you didn’t even have a chance to start typing because you had an incoming call with drew’s name on it. you didn’t wanna pick up, but you knew you had to because if the roles were reversed, oh you’d definitely be throwing a fit.

swallowing quickly, you hit the green answer button to drew’s facetime call but moved your face out of the camera.

he’s walking, most likely back to his hotel with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that you think showed… annoyance?

drew’s the first one to speak up, “y/n, what the hell are you talking about?” he says sounding very confused and very upset as well.

“i feel like we’re drifting apart apart i don’t know.” you replied. your voice isn’t even a third as stern as his. it’s not stern at all nor convincing.

“where is that coming from? what are you talking about it’s our ages?” he questions you again.

you really hoped a fan wouldn’t come up to him. not because it would interrupt the call, but because they would be walking up on him pissed off and getting a taste of his very apparent bad mood.

you sighed, “it’s just how i feel. maybe i’m not mature enough for this.”

his face scrunches with confusion even further. he then looks down to his screen to see the ceiling you were showing.

“why do you all of a sudden feel this way? you are mature. if you weren’t, this relationship wouldn’t be a thing in the first place.”

this was something else you wanted to avoid; him being mad at you. you hated making him upset and now that you were already upset, and he was just getting annoyed with you, it wasn’t helping and it made you feel worse.

“show me your face baby. you know i don’t like talking to walls.” he says once you don’t respond to his actual voice this time.

reluctantly, you put your face in the screen. sitting up and cuddling onto your bed sheets.

“y/n, nothing is wrong. we aren’t drifting apart at all so i don’t know why you feel otherwise. we’re okay and you know this, baby. stop overthinking.” he reassures you.

before you could finally respond with anything else, you heard a few girls calling his name from the other side of his phone. good luck to them!

“i’ll call you back. we’re not done talking.” he says, then swiftly hangs up.

you wanted to puke. you hated being in any type of conflict with people, let alone being in one with drew.

a headache was starting to form, and it forced you to lay back down and sleep. you kept your phone right next to you on your bed, just in case drew woke you up by ringing your phone again.

—

you weren’t sure when the previous night you fell asleep, but you didn’t wake up until 12 the next day. and that was due to your doorbell ringing multiple times at once.

you whined at the fact you had to leave your warm bed, but you slowly made your way down your apartment’s stairs, rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to wake up.

opening the door ready to curse out whoever had the nerve to wake you up at this hour, it was drew standing at the door with flowers in one hand and his stuff in the other.

now this is what really woke you up.

“how are you here…?” you questioned.

he exhales, “soon as we hung up yesterday i checked out and booked a flight here. we really need to talk in person.

you step to the side to let him in, then he shuts the door behind him and hands you the flowers.

both of you take a seat at the table. “i need you to fully explain what you’re feeling. that paragraph honestly made no sense and as soon as i read the whole thing i knew i had to get down here.” he says.

you press your lips together before speaking. “i’m sorry.”

he makes a face of puzzlement and also motions for you to keep going.

“maybe im not mature enough for this, drew. i don’t know.”

“what makes you think that? what happened or what did i do that has you questioning everything?” he asks, reaching out for your hand.

you sniffle before continuing, “i just feel like im holding you back. you’re buying drinks, going to clubs and hanging out with your friends who are all around your age and im still in school. it’s not working-”

he cuts you off before you can finish that. “those aren’t reasons, baby. it is working. do you feel left out or something?”

“no it’s just,”

there’s a pause before he says something again, “just what? i don’t understand what’s got you so in your head.

“i don’t know how to explain it. i just think you’re drifting from me because of where we’re at in life and i hate it.” the words finally form, and you can feel a little bit of weight being lifted off your chest now that you’ve got it out.

his expression now shows a face of understanding, then he’s standing up and swiftly making his way over to you, lifting you up before securing your legs around him.

you let out a squeal at the action. when he was balanced, he made his way upstairs to your room with you in his arms.

stepping into your decorated room, he throws you down on the bed then hovers over you. “i’m gonna prove to you that you deserve this relationship.”

his lips make their way to your jaw, leaving little lovebites on them, then down to your neck and chest.

your hands fly to his buzzed head. you let out soft sighs at his lips being on your body, a feeling you loved the most.

his hands travel to your pajama shorts then dipped into the waistband of your panties. as hes taking them both off at the same time, he distracts you by now placing his lips on yours, slowly making out with you.

now your hands are taking action, working to get is shirt off to see his toned body once again. when it’s off, one hand is still on his head while the other goes down to his abs, feeling on him.

now he’s starting to get quick, fumbling with his belt and pants, ready to do you into the mattress.

sooner than later, both of your clothes are off and in random sports throughout the room.

his middle and ring finger are inside you, stretching your out as you moan and grind into his hand.

drew’s cock is laying there on your stomach, practically reaching your ribs. this was just another reminder of how deep he really goes when fucking you.

you could barely keep your eyes on him while his fingers worked you. “that feel good?”

you moan out a “yea.” you definitely couldn’t let him go. the way he could make you fall apart with just his fingers is crazy as it is.

“i bet, baby. already so wet. you know what you want huh?” he coos.

this makes you nod. “want your cock, please.” you reach your hand down to where it rested on you, but he moves your hand away.

“i know you do. but i need this pussy stretched and ready for me.” he responds

“i can take it! promise! just give it to me,” you whine.

drew gives in at your begging. he removes his fingers from inside you before sticking them in your mouth.

he grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, making you whimper around his fingers. it hurt a little bit, but the pleasure overrode the pain.

“shhh,” he hushes you, putting his cock in all the way and forcing you to take all that he gave you.

you continued to let out sounds because of the pleasure he was giving you. drew was letting out groans of content himself.

“feels so good, baby. so fucking good.” he throws his head back.

his words did nothing but turn you on more. your eyes squeeze shut before you guide his hand out of your mouth and onto your throat, signaling what you want from him.

he smirks before moving his other hand to your throat, choking you slightly but enough that you can still breathe.

“yea you like when i go hard on you, right baby? this pussy just loves when i go rough on her, doesn’t she?” he teases.

“mhm!” you squeak, loving the feeling of just taking all of him so deep and so rough.

he makes your legs cross completely around him before leaning down into your neck.

this was your favorite position. you being on your back, him groaning in your hear and putting hickeys on your neck, it was so much at once and you loved it real bad.

his lips are right next to your ear. “i’m not going anywhere, yeah?”

he lets out another sound before continuing, “you’re not leaving me either. neither of us are going anywhere.

your breath catches in your throat when he says this. maybe this was all you needed. some reassurance, and a good pounding to go with it.

he sits up before pulling out to turn you around. now that you’re flat on your stomach, he slides right back in with a hand on your lower back right before your butt and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.

you screamed out when he started thrusting all over again. it hurt so good, you just wanted to do this forever him.

you tried to move away slightly because he was just going ham on your poor hole. but all it took was you reaching one hand up, gripping the sheets and trying to pull away before he yanked your head back by your hair. he then brought your back up to his chest and held you by your throat.

“stop running, baby.” he growls into your ear.

“it’s so deep tho, papa.” your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open.

he kisses right below your ear, “you’re fine.”

that bubbly feeling started to form again. you were about to cum, and somehow drew could always tell too.

“know you’re gonna cum, mama. hold that shit.” he tells you as he pushes you back into the sheets.

right now that request just didn’t seem possible. “i can’t!”

he gives your right cheek a firm slap. “you can and you will. don’t make me say it again.”

you guys stay in this position for a while. him just hitting it from the back deep and all you needed to do was lay there and take it like a good girl.

his good girl.

suddenly, he flips you back over, then lays down himself setting you on top. now he’s got his feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into you.

at this angle, you guys can see the belly bulge happening from how deep his cock was. just proving how big he really is again.

“see that baby? that’s me. all up in those guts.” he says to you.

you throw your head back, but he cups the back of your head to bring you down into him, chest to chest.

“y’the only one who gets fucked like this. y’know that? only one who deserves it too,” his arms wrap around your waist now. “only fucking one.”

his lips are practically on your ear as he says this. you’re only able to nod, but he wants to hear your voice.

“tell me you understand that baby, say it.” his thrusts slow down, but there still deep, and he’s angling it to make sure he’s hitting that good spot.

“i…”

another slap hits on to your cheek. “say it, princess.”

“yes! i understand!” you finally moan out.

“yes who, baby?”

“yes papa!” your voice is weak now.

he smirks at your submission and continues to fuck you hard. more than just a few thrusts later, he’s letting out a lot more groans than what he already was.

“shit baby… y’gonna make me cum soon. you gonna let me put it in you, hm?”

“drew…”

his hips are starting to stutter. “know you’re ready to cum too. been holding it in like papa told you too, good girl. fuckk.”

his arms are really really squeezing around your waist, keeping you still so you can’t try and move from his brutal thrusts.

“cum with me baby girl. got a big load for you.” he moans.

“don’t knock me up.” as good as the moment felt right now, you were dead serious about that.

he chuckles, “i won’t baby. know you wanna feel that cum all in your stomach tho.”

you moan one last time before finally cumming around him. you couldn’t hold it back anymore, no matter how much he told you to wait for him.

but your own orgasm sent his off. he felt you come undone around him, and two seconds later you felt his hot sperm fill you up.

drew’s arms moved from around your waist to seriously gripping your hips down, not letting you waist a drop of what he had to give you.

moans and deep breaths were coming from the both of you. that was the most intense sex you guys had for a while, not to mention the first time he’s actually came inside you.

when he finally came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you and just let you rest on his chest.

“thank you,” you quietly speak up.

he doesn’t respond, but he smiles and kisses your forehead.

minutes after just sitting in silence, he sits up against your headboard and takes your face into your hands.

“baby, when i say youre what i want i mean it. if you weren’t mature enough for me, i wouldn’t still be here.” he says. you don’t actually answer, you want him to keep going.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. nothing about that is going to change and nothing can make it change. i don’t know what you saw or if i did something, but im sorry. okay?”

you nod with a smile. “okay.”

he smiles back at you then pressed his lips against yours, giving you a nice firm kiss. which slowly turned into a makeout.

you guys pull away just to catch your breath, “we gotta get you packed up, sweetheart.”

“for what?” you ask.