#behave au

Your fingers gripped the white sheets - needing something to hold onto whilst Remus feasted on your aching cunt.

You’d woken up with quite the ache, brain cloudy with need making you wake Remus with a whimpering whine. You’d batted your eyelashes prettily with a pout, traced the scars that littered his chest, kissed his neck as you begged the man for relief.

He’d only chuckled kissed your temple before slipping beneath the covers, finding your wet panty-less cunt and diving right in.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” James whispered in your ear, groping one of your exposed breasts in his veiny hand.

Remus’ tongue worked with precision, licking into your dripping hole, nose bumping against your swollen clit.

You could only moan, eyes fluttering shut at the intense feeling of Remus between your legs accompanied by the eminence amount of praise you were receiving.

Of course, you knew that you deserved it, being an absolute angel all week, following their rules with no objection, and if this was the reward - well, you’d say it was worth it.

You gasped as Sirius slid beside you, biting and sucking marks onto your neck.

Remus groaned from between your legs, moving to tongue over your clit, making your body tense and jolt from the stimulating attention.

“Look at me, pumpkin,” Sirius purred, turning your face with long tattooed fingers.

You obliged, looking at the smirking male through hooded eyes - your eyes fluttering every time Remus’ tongue hit you just right.

“Fuck… look at you,” Sirius groaned, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over your withering figure, “kiss me, pet.”

Sirius’ kisses were always greedy and possessive, keeping you right there with him and forcing it into your brain who you belonged to.

He devoured you, his mouth moulding over yours, tongue gliding into your mouth, making your brain go completely dumb for them.

Your grip eased on the sheets only for your hand to find James’, squeezing it as your thighs shook and tightened around Remus’ head the closer you crawled to the edge.

You felt slightly dizzy, your lungs clawing for oxygen between each kiss you shared with Sirius - all of the sensations coming down around you.

Your moan broke the needy kiss, Remus’ scarred hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips as you shook. Your release pulsed through you, leaving you a whimpering, moaning mess, nails digging into James’ hand.

Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising and falling with every breath as you lay in the blissful aftermath of such an intense feeling.

Remus kissed the inside of your thighs before crawling back up your body, placing his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, relaxing further into the soft pillows that lay beneath you.

“Good?” Remus questioned with a raised brow. He, of course, knew the answer; he just enjoyed watching your fucked out brain trying to think of good words to show gratitude.

You nodded, eyes dreamily looking up at his smirking face, “so good… thank you, Remmy.”

He hummed, pecking your forehead before getting up from the bed. You whined when the two men on both sides of you got up as well, removing the surrounding warmth.

“Where are you going?” you whined, scrambling off of the bed. The room's temperature caused a cold shiver to crawl up your spine, leaving goosebumps to form on your arms.

“We got business to attend to,” Sirius replied, grunting when your body crashed into his. You tried your hardest to look as pleading as possible, looking up at him with huge eyes.

“Can I come?”

Sirius smirked, his ring clad hand smoothing over the soft flesh of your bum, “didn’t you just do that?”

“Sirius!” you whined, “you know what I mean.”

“Watch yourself, doll… you’ve been so good; let’s not change that,” Remus spoke calmly, but his stern tone still lingered in his voice.

You hid yourself in Sirius’ chest, body shivering slightly, “Sorry.”

“Come on now, angel… we’ll be back before you have the chance to miss us,” James grinned, pulling you from Sirius to help you into one of their oversized grey jumpers and a pair of your pretty pink lace panties.

“Can I watch a movie?” you asked, toying with the buttons on James' white pressed dress shirt.

“Of course, you can… as many as you’d like, sweet thing,” James smiled, guiding you out of the room and down the hall until you made it to the large living room.

Like the rest of the house, the ceilings were incredibly high, making you feel small in the grand mansion.

You were guided to the long couch, watching as James found the remote for you, placing it in your hand.

“Watch whatever you’d like, angel.”

“Thank you, Jamie,” you grinned, enjoying the way they guided you.

Sirius strode into the room, followed closely by Remus. It was quite intimidating having them all stand in front of you, surrounding you as you stared up at them from the couch.

“The rules, doll?” Remus asked, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch like a cat, eyes closing from the gentleness.

“The. rules?” he asked again, this time firmer when you didn’t answer.

“Oh… right,” your eyes opened before you started reciting the rules, “don’t go outside unless it’s in the garden… don’t open the door unless I hear the special knock… and be good.”

They all hummed as you finished listing the rules. Remus’ thumb stroked your cheek while murmuring a soft “good girl.”

You couldn’t help but preen at the praise, nuzzling your face against Remus’ palm, leaving a small kiss on the palm of his scarred hand.

Remus knelt in front of you, showing you the content of his other hand - a small worn book, obviously read a lot of times by its owner.

“Here, pet… for if you get bored of the TV,” he smiled, as gentle as he now could, handing you the book.

You examined it, reading the cover and flipping it to read the backside as well… it looked like an adventure novel, an exciting plotline jumping at you from the title.

“Thank you, Remmy,” you smiled, a warm blush spreading through you when he pressed his lips to your forehead before standing to tower over you again.

“Now… behave yourself… we’ll be back soon,” Remus reassured, giving your hair a small stroke before making his way out of the door.

James and Sirius each leaned down, in turn, to kiss your forehead as well; Sirius’ lips were upturned in a smirk at the pout your face adorned.

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered, holding onto Sirius’ hand before he could leave after Remus and James.

“We’ll miss you more, pumpkin,” he whispered back, squeezing your hand and giving you a wink before leaving you alone in the large living room - the silence deafening.

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Your fingers flicked idly through the book Remus had given you, your eyes skimming over the words but not retaining any of the information on the pages.

You’d already spent time pacing the house a couple of times - boredom couldn’t even begin to cover what you felt.

A long sigh escaped you as you contorted your body for a stretch, cracking your stiff limbs, prepared to do something - anything.

The echo of the doorbell rang throughout the house, interrupting you mid-stretch. You perked up, excitedly bouncing off the couch.

You knew it probably wasn’t anything exciting, but you didn’t care… anything was better than rotting away on the couch.

Your bare feet padded across the long hallway, the doorbell ringing three more times before you made it to the door.

Your hand reached for the handle but halted as you waited - waited for the knock.

Knock - knock knock - knock knock knock - knock

And there it was.

You clicked open the locks of the large black door, itching for just an ounce of excitement, even if it was just one of their men telling you the news or checking on you.

An audible gasp left your lips when a pair of green snake-like eyes met yours as the door swung open. His lips were upturned in a malicious grin, large, lanky figure leaning against the doorway.

You gulped, looking up at the man that sent cold shivers running up your back, a man not welcome around you, and you knew that as well as he did.

“Why hello there, beautiful,” Adder breathed out, his tone sharp, dripping off of his tongue like venom.

You fidgeted in place, trying to avoid his eyes as they searched you intensely, dragging up and down your body with hunger.

No words left your lips; you could only stare past him, hoping someone would see and come to intervene.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in? It’s quite rude to let your guests wait on the doorstep, isn’t it?” he questioned, arm already moving you aside slowly to let himself past you.

You jumped back out of instinct at the contact of his hand on you, panicking as his shoes clicked against the wooden floor of the foyer.

“You really sh-shouldn’t… they aren’t home,” you stammered, palms sweating.

If you could punch yourself, you would; Adder’s lips flashed a smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his thin lips.

“They aren’t, huh? That’s good since I’m not here for them…,” he grinned, flashing his teeth and the one gold tooth that resided in his mouth.

“- I’m here for you.”

Goosebumps rose along your arms, the shiver on your back turning icy as you slowly backed away from him.

“I-I… they’ll be h-home any minute… a-and there’ll be people coming to check on me,” you stammered, back hitting the wall with a ‘thud’.

You flinched when his booming laugh echoed off the walls, the clicking stopping right in front of you, “no, they won’t.”

“- the thing is, girl… bad men like the ones you’re playing a stupid little whore for tend to make a lot of enemies,” his green eyes flashed with something that made tears well up in yours, your body shaking against the wall.

His large bony hand reached out, pulling you roughly against him, turning you, so your back was pressed against his hard chest. Adder kept a firm grip on your throat, squeezing in a dangerous way that made your lungs fight for oxygen. Your nails clawed at his forearm, stuttered pleas leaving your gasping lips.

“You’ll learn that hate is the strongest motivator,” he chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat with more force.

Your lungs burned from lack of air, the pinching grip you had on him began to loosen as your mind went dizzy and your face lost colour.

And then darkness.

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The burning on your wrists woke you, the rope around them twisting and rubbing against your sensitive skin, keeping you seated on the cold hard chair. Your head pounded, and your throat hurt.

You blinked your eyes open, the fluorescent lights above you stinging your vision. The coldness of the room made you shiver. You could feel your chin wobble as scared tears welled in your eyes, but you tried forcing them down, determined to stay strong and not let the panic you felt drown you.

The low clicking of shoes outside the door caused your body to automatically shake even more as the door to the grey basement room opened.

“Finally awake, I see,” Adder’s low drawl came, an evil smirk glinting all the way up in his beady green eyes.

“They’ll be looking for me… and they’ll kill you,” your tone was bitter, feigning confidence. You shut your eyes tightly, flinching away from the cold hand that touched your cheek.

“You really are dumb… now I get why they kept such a stupid thing like you,” he laughed, his hand keeping your face in a tight grip.

“-and probably also for other reasons, I presume,” he continued with a sadistic grin.

Your breathing picked up as his hand moved, his fingers forcing their way past your shut lips, his other hand keeping your jaw in a firm grasp. You wiggled your bound hands, trying to think of a solution.

Only one thing came to mind; out of instinct, you bit down on his fingers hard, keeping your teeth in them even as he tried to pull them from your mouth. Adder let out a loud, angry yell, pulling his now bleeding fingers from your mouth.

His eyes flashed with anger, and without any preparation, the back of his hand made contact with your face.

“You fucking bitch!! You just wait; I’ll fucking kill you,” he yelled, his voice booming throughout the room.

Your ear rang as the stinging pain bled through your face. The ring on his finger had left a large cut on your cheek, warm blood trickling down and dripping onto the grey jumper.

Adder’s nostrils flared as he bent down, grabbing your face hard in his hand. You hissed in pain, his fingers digging into the new cut and forming bruise on your cheek.

“I will kill you… and no one’s going to miss such a fucking whore,” he whispered, his eyes dark and hateful.

He let go and left the room, but not without turning off the lights. The tears you had kept in finally trickled out as the door shut, your whole body trembling and the pain from the cut much more prominent as salty tears leaked over it.

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“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE,” Sirius yelled, his voice angry and powerful. He stomped back to the front door, knocking over a vase in frustration, watching the porcelain shatter into thousands of pieces on the wooden floor.

All three of them had rushed home after their men had failed to send updates on how you were doing, the thirty-minute check-ins ceasing only a couple of hours after they’d left.

The clarification that something was indeed wrong came as soon as they pulled up to the house, only to be greeted by an open gate, an open front door and a bunch of knocked out men.

Hours passed, the sun disappeared from the sky, replaced by a crescent moon. The worry only increased between the three of them, their temper rising with every minute that passed.

“We’ll get her back,” Remus said, arms crossed as they waited for their large network of people to track you down.

James paced impatiently, murmuring things to himself, clenching his fists and jaw, trying to keep it cool.

“How the fuck could this happen?! She knew not to fucking open the door!“ Sirius kept venting, his eyes ablaze as he paced beside James.

“He must’ve known the knock somehow,” James murmured, but loud enough for the two others to hear.

“Can’t fucking trust anyone!” Sirius spoke angrily, throwing his hands around him.

Remus was about to say something, but his thoughts were interrupted by a frail young-looking man, his grey suit too big for his body. The man, clearly new in the business, heaved as he came to a halt just outside the large door.

“They’ve got a location,” he spoke, trying to sound confident in front of his tall intimating bosses.

Not a single moment of hesitation passed through them as they all trudged with determination toward the black SUV, speeding off.

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Your fingers had gone numb; not even wiggling them could help the circulation. Your body shivered from the cold, teeth chattering.

You had absolutely no idea how long you’d been here; the blood on your cheek had dried, but a dull pain bloomed throughout.

You gasped in fright when the door sprung open, the angry click of the shoes coming toward you in the dark room.

A scream tore from your throat; your body was yanked from the chair forcefully. Adder grunted, his grip on you tight, yet you kept fighting and squirming.

“Be still, you fucking bitch,” Adder growled, throwing your body onto the cement floor with a thud.

A cry of pain left you; your legs scraped on the rough floor.

You cowered in on yourself, your arms awkwardly tied behind your back, straining and pulling on your limbs.

Another cry of pain escaped your dry, chapped lips as a harsh kick hit your already weak body.

“Fucking useless,” Adder grunted, bending down to hoist you up again.

A loud bang interrupted his actions, dropping you on the floor again as his body straightened.

He quickly made his way out of the room, the cocking of a gun ringing in your mind.

Your lips turned up in a smile, your body numb against the cold floor. All you could do was listen to the distant shouting, the grunting, the punches being thrown, then the gunshot -

and quiet.

You held your breath, shutting your eyes as you waited for the clicking of the black shoes, your body growing more and more tired.

And then thudding - rushed thudding - halting every now and then in search.

On came the fluorescent lights, blinding you even from behind your closed eyelids.

Your eyes remained closed; that way, you would stay safe for a little while longer.

Your stuttering breathing deafened you, keeping everything muffled; only your own gasp could pull you back properly. The hands on your body forcing your eyes back open within an instant.

“Sweetheart…” James breathed, his hands gentle as they pulled you up.

Emotion passed through you too fast for you to comprehend, your breathing heavy as the dam broke, and the tears leaked heavily down your cheeks.

You fell against his broad chest, sobbing into his white shirt, “y-you p-promised.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he sighed, waiting for Remus to untie your wrists before lifting your body up.

Your limbs felt numb and tired, only able to cling to James and bury yourself in the warmth of him before the fatigue overtook you entirely.

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A gentle hand brushed over your hair, the lights from street lamps blinking through the tinted windows of the moving car.

Your body lay splayed out on the backseat, your head resting on James’ lap. His hazel eyes looked over your tired and bruised face and neck, fingers gliding gently over the forming bruises. Your breath hitched as he touched the dried cut on your cheek, his hand quickly retreating.

“Watch it, James,” Remus spoke sternly from the driver's seat, keeping an eye on the both of you in the rearview mirror.

James moved his hand back to your hair, “sorry, sweet girl.”

You could only blink up at him, your eyes droopy as you tried to stifle a yawn, body aching, trying to get comfortable.

“We’re home soon… go back to sleep, pet,” Sirius murmured, noticing your restless figure and yawn.

You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t fight, so you shut your eyes, letting your mind drift off again.

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It was as if the all the noise in your head mixed together, creating loud static that made it impossible to think.

You sat silently on the kitchen counter, blinking slowly at Remus right in front of you. His hand gently dabbed over the cut on your cheek, keeping you in place with the other when you winced from the sting.

“Sorry, doll, I know it hurts” Remus caressed your good cheek gently, watching you watch him.

James leaned against the counter next to you, also just observing you. No matter how many gentle words they spoke or the caring touches, they couldn’t ignore the out of focus look in your eye.

The bruises on your cheek and neck grew darker and darker with every passing hour.

Sirius had stormed out in angry silence after they’d helped change your jumper, the large bruise on your back having taken form already. Your body sensitive and aching, your wrists rubbed raw.

You gasped as Remus lifted your body from the counter, carrying you through the house to bed with James following in tow.

Gentle was the only way to describe them at this moment - the scary, intimidating men turned gentle, treating you like a porcelain cup ready to shatter in their hands at any given moment.

Honestly, you felt as if you were ready to shatter, just a pin-drop away from collapsing in on yourself.

Under the warm covers, surrounded by your protectors - static, just static.

“Sweetheart, I need you to drink some water for me. Can you do that?” James spoke softly, not waiting for an answer before bringing the bottle to your lips.

His large hand supported the back of your head as he tipped the bottle, allowing the cold liquid to flow down your dry throat.

“Good job,” he smiled, as gentle as he could ever be, helping you lay down completely.

Even in your gone state of mind, you were afraid they were going to leave, afraid that you would have to lay in the dark all alone with your thoughts.

You felt yourself relax as Remus got on top of the covers, still in his nice trousers and shirt, sitting with his back against the headboard. He waited for you to curl up to him, brushing a hand over your hair before pulling out some work for him to do as you slept. James did the same, enclosing you in the warmth between them.

Only you couldn’t sleep; your mind was racing. Every time you shut your eyes, the green eyes stared right at you back at you.

You were so exhausted, but you kept your eyes open, hoping that the shuffling of paper would eventually lull you to sleep.

They did for about five minutes, but the more you fell under, the closer the green eyes came, yelling for you.

You sat up with a startled gasp, the bedroom door shutting loudly behind the raven-haired man.

“It’s just me,” Sirius grumbled, avoiding looking at your bruised face.

Remus discarded the paperwork on the bedside table, rubbing a scarred hand on your trembling back.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius murmured angrily, yanking off his tie. His movements harsh, making your breathing pick up.

“Sirius,” James warned, his gaze flicking from you to him, watching your wide-eyed stare.

Sirius stopped in the middle of the room, chest heaving with deep angry breaths, “should’ve fucking known,” he spoke lowly.

Your breath hitched as his gaze finally met yours. Sirius lifted his hand, pointing a finger directly at you.

“You should’ve fucking known not to open the door!”

Sirius paced, angrily throwing his hands up.

“There are windows fucking everywhere! Could’ve looked through one of them!”

“Sirius, that’s eno-“ Remus tried.

“NO! We have all sorts of bloody security, and this happens… can’t leave her alone for one fucking hour.”

Your chin wobbled as you curled in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest. Tears blurred your vision, already falling down the apples of your cheeks, staring at Sirius’ angry pacing.

As much as you tried to silence yourself, a sob still tore through your throat, body shaking.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, heavy sobs now echoing freely.

Sirius’ pacing stopped, his body frozen, heavy breaths still heaving in his chest.

His gaze landed upon you, the anger he felt replaced by guilt in nothing but a split second.

Your trembling body curled in on yourself, and the fear in your eyes, looking at him through wet lashes.

“Sirius, this isn’t her fault, and you know it,” James tried calmly, watching Sirius as if he could see all the thoughts running through his mind.

Sirius let out a sigh, running his tattooed hands over his face, mentally slapping himself out of frustration.

“Come here,” he beckoned.

You looked at Remus beside you, hiccuping sobs still echoing throughout the room. You looked back at Sirius, shaking your head lightly.

Sirius took a step closer to the bed, standing right at the foot of it, opening his arms.

“Baby, come here,” he tried again, keeping his voice as soft as possible, but the edge still lingered in it.

You hesitated but decided against everything and slowly crawled out from under the blanket towards him.

Sirius waited for you to reach him, keeping his arms open for you to crawl into, closing them around you when you did.

With one arm under your bum and the other wrapped behind you, he lifted you, carrying you to the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.

You cried in the crook of his neck, keeping yourself buried there as he made you comfortable on his lap.

“I know, pumpkin, I know,” he soothed, shushing you ever so lightly, caressing your back and hair gently.

Sirius let you cry, let you fist onto his shirt.

Once your sobs had turned to small sniffles, and the tears didn’t fall in streams down your cheeks, a warm blanket was placed on yours and Sirius’ bodies by Remus. A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead once you unburied yourself from Sirius before Remus went back to work on the bed.

Sirius placed a kiss of his own on the top of your head as you relaxed against him, fatigue making your eyes droopy and heavy.

They spoke quietly amongst themselves, the chatter falling into the background as sleep began pulling you under. Sirius’ warm body keeping you safe and secure.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you heard whispered to you before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The sound of the pen dropping echoed in the room as that same hand came up to roughly turn your face to look at his icy expression.

“Are you going to act like a brat now? Is that how you want this to go?” he seethed, patience on its last breath at your complete disregard of the rules instated upon you.

You blinked a couple of times, all of the possible scenarios running through your mind - each just as bad for you as the last.

So, you did the smartest thing you could think and shook your head.

Remus let out a huff but let go of your face, patting your cheek with hindered gentleness.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he murmured, picking up his pen again to continue his work.

You kept your gaze on his face, kissing the underside of his jaw lightly, “sorry, Remmy.”

Remus hummed, squeezing your thigh again in his own show of appreciation.

Sirius and James both snickered from their respective place around the large oak table, their fingers clicking away on the keyboard as they worked.

“Testing our luck today, are we, sweetheart?” James smirked.

Even though you were the one to ask to join them in the meeting room to watch them work, you were not prepared for how mind-numbingly dull it would be to actually watch them do work.

“No… I just thought we could do something,” you spoke quietly - as James stated, you really were testing your luck.

“Oh, and what would that be?” Sirius leaned forward on his elbows, raising a questioning brow at you, face laced with mischief.

You shrugged, feeling Remus drop the pen yet again.

“I don’t know… just something.”

“We’ll do something tomorrow, doll…- we have a meeting at the club later,” Remus spoke, boredom lacing his tone as he referred to the business they planned to do.

You perked up a little, making all of them raise a brow.

“Please, can I come?” you pleaded, trying to sound as sweet as possible as you looked at Remus with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pout you could muster.

Remus huffed out a chuckle, “doll, it’s gonna be nothing but a bunch of men discussing… business.”

“Not something for our sweet little girl to hear,” Sirius added, smirking as he talked.

“No, please… I promise I’ll be good… just please let me come with you…- I’ll be quiet and sit still now if I can come.”

Remus rolled his eyes at you, “if you didn’t sit still now, I would send you to another room.”

“Please…- pretty please,” you put your hands together in prayer, lips wobbling, “please, daddy.”

“Fine… but one wrong move tonight, and you won’t be able to stand for a week,” Remus spoke sternly. Not a threat, but a promise.

You nodded, a triumphant but small smile on your face.

“Lucky girl,” James winked at you, returning to his work while you got comfortable on Remus’ lap once again, giddiness radiating off of your body.

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Your reflection stared back at you in the large standing oval mirror, your hands smoothing down the dress adorning your body. It was tighter than what you normally would wear, accentuating your body in ways that made you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide.

You were too caught up in examining yourself to notice the three men entering the room, until a pair of arms had snaked around your body, pulling you against a hard chest - the smell of cigarettes and citrus infiltrating your nose.

“Look at you,” Sirius whispered in your ear, his breath making goosebumps rise over your entire body. His lips trailed over your neck, teeth scraping against the flesh teasingly.

Remus leaned back on the bed, watching your figure in the mirror, a hungry glint in his eyes. Everything about them radiated power, dominating energy swimming in their nature.

James rummaged through their closet for something to wear, his lean torso shining from the evening sun. He turned as he buttoned up the crisp white shirt he had found, smirking as he caught your eye in the mirror.

“Do you like the dress, doll?” Remus asked, sitting up to remove his shirt and find a fresh one to wear out.

You whimpered quietly as Sirius squeezed your hips, hands gliding over your body, keeping you right against him.

“It’s nice… it’s just a bit tight,” you murmured, still focused on your accentuated figure.

“That’s the point, little thing,” Sirius chuckled against your neck, “gotta show everyone how pretty our little slut is.”

Sirius’ hand glided up, coming to rest around your throat, making your breath hitch. The way he gripped you forced your head angled up as his other hand travelled to the hem of your dress, slipping right under.

“Our good little toy… always ready for us to use,” he smirked sadistically, tightening the grip around your neck, forcing out a gasp as your air supply was strained.

Your own hands held onto Sirius’ arm, your eyes wide as your gaze flickered between his and the two others in different places in the room, each smirking as they watched the scene unfold.

Sirius’ fingers danced lightly over your sweet bundle of nerves, covered by the pretty pink fabric you had been gifted and instructed to wear. Your breath hitched and followed by a whimper, your eyes fluttering at the minimal amount of friction.

Already you could feel the fabric dampen at the teasing, so when Sirius dipped his fingers lower, feeling over the wet patch, it came as absolutely no surprise that his fingers glistened as he pulled them from you.

You whined as he withdrew his fingers, watching with a pout as he brought them to your lips, only having to raise an eyebrow before your lips parted for him.

“So fucking needy,” he chuckled darkly, watching intently as you licked your own arousal from his fingers.

A whiny ‘please’ fell from your lips as Sirius pulled his fingers from your mouth, chuckles echoing through the room.

“Later, you needy thing,” Remus smirked, his arms crossed in the black dress shirt he adorned.

James came to stand beside you, smiling smugly at the far out look in your eyes, achieved by Sirius’ minimal teasing. He carried a blue velvet box in his hands; it looked as if it was for a necklace but was too large for just that.

“We’ve got another thing for you to wear tonight, sweetheart,” he grinned.

You whined as Sirius detached from you, leaving your body to wobble in front of the mirror.

A large hand came to roughly grip your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your gaze upon the bespectacled man's face.

“Stop with the fucking whining, or you’re not coming with us,” James spoke harshly, “do you want to stay home alone, huh?”

You quickly shook your head as best as you could in his grip, “no, I’m sorry.”

James hummed with a smirk, letting go of your cheek to open the box for you.

Inside was a beautiful simple necklace with a green gem hanging on the end of the chain; what caught your eye was the item beside it - a delicate metal plug with a matching green jewel on the end, sparkly from the evening sun shining through the large windows.

You stared, unable to form any sort of words. You had never done anything like that before, and the thought of having to wear it for a whole evening was daunting enough to stun you into silence.

“What do you say, pet?” Remus asked with a raised brow from the bed, leaning forward to study your reaction.

You gulped, looking up from the box only to be met with a very pleased and mischievous look from James.

“Thank you, daddies… I-I..”

James patted your cheek, “-no need to say anything more, sweet thing… now, go lay across Moony’s lap.”

You could only nod, moving over to Remus with shaky steps. As soon as you were within arms reach, Remus tugged you across his lap with a not-so-gentle force.

“Just relax, doll… it’ll be worse if you don’t,” Remus murmured. Scarred hands gripping your thighs before sliding the bottom of your dress up and your panties to the side, revealing your bottom and already dripping cunt.

“I don’t want it to hurt,” you whispered, trying your hardest not to whine at the soft touch.

Remus’ hand dipped down, his fingers running through your arousal and spreading it over your tight ring of muscles.

“It won’t if you just relax, pet,” Remus murmured.

You tried relaxing as best as you could, but you couldn’t hide the startled whimper when a sudden cold prodded at your backside - the metal slowly pushing its way in.

Your eyes shut tight, your fingers tightening around the tussled sheets. Remus held your hips up, angling them for easier access as Sirius slowly pushed in the sparkly plug.

A long moan escaped your parted lips as the plug fell in place, fully seethed in you, filling you in a way you had never experienced.

“Beautiful,” Sirius grinned, smacking your bum - not hard enough to bruise, but stinging enough to be felt and make a yelp escape you.

With quick movements, your panties were placed prettily back in place, and your dress smoothed down once again before you were helped to your feet. A whine caught in your throat as you balanced on your feet with the foreign object in your body, putting an unknown pressure in you.

James’ hands glided along your neck, the dainty chain of the necklace following right behind. His hand manoeuvred the necklace onto your neck, the pendant falling prettily on your collarbone.

“Our pretty slut…- shining from head to toe,” James whispered smugly, one hand caressing your bum and the other lightly brushing the side of your neck.

Another moan escaped you when his large hand gripped your bum hard, giving you a stern look in the mirror.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said hastily, feeling a little woozy, but the satisfied look on each of their faces was approval enough.

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The bass thumped in your heart, the music loud even from the back table you were all seated at. You observed the way all the other men spoke, the way they all acted. It was amusing in a way, and it was clear who was in power -

they were all afraid.

You sat quietly between Sirius and Remus, a scarred hand resting possessively on your thigh.

You found it almost impossible to sit still, but any kind of shifting caused the plug to poke and move, creating a small sort of friction, which was just unbearable.

You snapped out of your little daze, eyes moving to stare at Remus’ profile as you felt his hand tighten on your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh, surely creating bruises for tomorrow.

“No,” he growled, an answer to something you hadn’t heard.

“Why else would you bring a whore to a meeting?” a dark voice spoke.

The man sat opposite you around the table, his skin a pale white, almost sickly. He looked like a snake, his huge green beady eyes staring at you as he smirked, chin in hand, observing you.

“No more of this… let’s get back to business,” Sirius spoke through gritted teeth, clearly on the edge of losing his temper, his fists whitening as he clenched them by his side.

The man raised his hand in surrender, laughing darkly, “alright, alright, off-limits.” His eyes locked with yours and a cold shiver ran up your spine as his voice lowered.

“- got it.”

You averted your eyes quickly, scooting closer to Remus out of instinct.

The men's voices faded quickly into the background again, your mind drifting to other places that weren’t a boring business meeting.

You missed the looks shared between your three men, the mental communication they somehow shared.

“Let’s go dance, puppy,” James said, standing from his place around the table.

You perked up, looking at him with huge eyes as you spoke a “really?” making them chuckle.

He didn’t answer; instead, he reached over Sirius to hoist you up, carrying you out of the booth and straight to his side to lead you to the crowded dance floor.

You managed your way through the crowd, James’ hand gripped tightly on your hip as you found a good spot to dance.

The music was loud; you almost couldn’t hear it from the pounding of the bass. The lights flashed and blinked across yours, and James’ face, his smirk ever-present as his hands wandered your body. His moves were light, not really dancing, mostly just moving your body against him - front to front.

A light layer of sweat glistened on your exposed skin, the dance floor a huge bubble of heat, full of bodies bumping together in a huge mush.

Your own hands travelled up and down James’ chest, feeling the muscles shift under his shirt.

Standing on your tip-toes, you leaned upward with parted lips; he understood and leaned down so you could speak to him in his ear over the loud music.

“Who was that man?”

James’ hand tightened in reflex on your hip, “that’s Adder Blake…- you stay away from him, you hear me, doll?”

You don’t dare argue or question James, his stare hard and serious, leaving you no wiggle room for argument. You nodded, glancing a peek over your shoulder, only to be met with the green beady eyes already on you with much intensity.

“I don’t like him; he’s scary looking,” you shouted over the music, making James chuckle.

“Luckily, you don’t ever have to talk to him,” James spoke loudly, turning your body so he could grind you against himself.

“Come on, sweetheart, dance… that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He spoke near your ear, making you shiver as your body moved faster against him.

You moved with the beat as best as you could with James’ tight grip on you. Every sensation washed over you, and your eyes shut, just enjoying the true feeling of carelessness.

James pulled you in a way, grinding you perfectly against him; the plug moved in you, creating friction. Your moan was drowned in the music, but James felt your body stutter and the stop in your movements.

“Did that feel good, sweet thing?” James smirked, even though you couldn’t see it.

You nodded, turning in his arms and pressed yourself close against him, your hands gripping onto him tightly.

He chuckled but held you just as tight, his hands guiding your hips as he slotted a leg between yours. He ground you on his thigh to the beat of the music; your mind went fuzzy from the stimulation.

James’ left hand left your hip, gliding down and under the hem of your dress, finding the base of the plug through your panties and pressing on it.

If it weren’t for his grip on you, you would have buckled at the overwhelming sensation.

The public nature of the interaction had heat rising to your cheeks, but the stimulation was too good for you to care.

“There we are, blossom… cum on my thigh… right here on the dance floor, like the whore you are,” James smugly said in your ear, his movements quickening.

The pressure you felt in your abdomen grew larger and larger until you couldn’t help but fall apart, shamefully hiding your face in James’ chest as you did.

The small bursts of pleasure bled through your body as you shook slightly, James grinding you through it.

As the ringing in your ears stopped, the loud bass pounded in your ears once more. You unburied your face, looking at James’ smug expression.

You turned your face, your eyes instantly meeting both Remus and Sirius, both of them adorning similar smug looks as they stared at you.

Another pair of eyes found yours, bleeding into the side of your skull like a laser being pointed directly at you.

The same beady eyes belonging to the snake-like man, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. You could almost see all the thoughts that ran through his mind, but just as quick as you’d met his eyes, you diverted yours again back to James.

Adder’s stare made you feel sick, you couldn’t quite decipher what it meant, but you knew that James was right to tell you to stay away from him.

“I’m ready to go home now,” you said, tugging on the shoulder of James’ shirt.

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“What did you think of tonight, little one?” Sirius asked, stroking your hair as you rested against him on the backseat of the car.

“It was fun… the people you work with are funny to look at,” you murmured, voice slurred as you tried to keep awake.

“In what way?” Remus asked from the driver's seat.

You giggled as you nuzzled further into Sirius’ warmth, “they’re all afraid of you.”

“-expect for that snake man,” you shivered at the memory of the beady eyes.

“Snake man?” Sirius questioned with a raised brow, looking at James in the passenger seat.

“Adder,” James murmured.

Sirius hummed, tightening his grip on you, “did Adder scare you, huh, little thing?”

“Mhmm,” you whined, closing your eyes with a yawn.

“No need to be afraid of him, doll… he would be dead before he even tried something,” Remus chuckled.

“Just sleep, sweet girl,” James spoke softly, reaching a hand back to brush your knee.

“Goodnight,” you yawned again, slowly drifting off on Sirius, his comforting touch soothing you to sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The AC was off.

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“-do you know who we are?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Behave,” he growled darkly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On your knees, pet.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on, make Prongs feel good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show me, sweet thing,” James murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Knew you’d come around, dirty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open up, sweetheart,” he smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because of my father.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise you’ll be back?”

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

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

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

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