#mine8

The showers in the Quidditch changing rooms switched off with a heavy clunk, leaving the room thick with steam curling damp in the air. 

James Potter shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand, towel slung low around his hips, as he padded barefoot across the slick stone floor.

Sirius Black walked just behind him, towel over his shoulder, hair dripping down the line of his jaw as he did nothing to hide his nudity from his boyfriend, all pride and confidence.

They were laughing, still riding the high of Quidditch practice, James mocking Sirius for missing the quarrel with his bat, Sirius swatting at him and insisting it was strategy and he just wanted to flex his arms, especially with you and Remus watching in the stands. 

They were just about to return to the main changing area when they heard it.

“Did you see her in the stands with Lupin? Merlin, I’d give anything to have her under me, moaning my name.”

“Do you think they do her one at a time or in a group? I mean, imagine having three boyfriends? She must be a good lay with three of the most popular guys at Hogwarts at her beck and call.”

The group shared in the laughter behind the closed door, unbeknownst to them that Sirius and James were on the other side of the door, knowing full well they were discussing you.

Sirius is the first to react. A flush deepens in shades across his cheeks as his limbs begin to shake, fists tightening at his sides as he moves to storm into the room. It was a moment of reaction, and damn the consequences; as long as someone's face was punched, he didn’t care about the repercussions.

However, James' hand, wrapped around his arm, halted his momentum. “Just think for a minute, Sirius,” James says, his agitation evident from the firmness of his jaw as he grits his teeth together. 

“A minute? You think those fuckers deserve a minute left without a bloody nose? Let go of me, James.”

James didn’t let go. “Trust me. I want to knock those wankers out too, but we’ll be kicked off the team, or worse, out of the school if we actually followed through with what's going through my head right now,” he tried to reason with him, always the level-headed one out of the group.

Sirius forcefully removed his arm from James's hold and began to pace on the spot, taking a second to wrap his towel around his waist, covering his nudity. “I don’t particularly fucking care about being kicked out of the school right now,” he fumes, clicking his neck, wishing he had his wand on him, instead of it being with the rest of his clothes in the room with those scumbags.

“Just hear me out, Pads, ok? I’ll go in and pull the Captain card. Threaten them all, and then we can get revenge together, Marauders style, with Moony.”

Sirius took another moment to take a deep breath and brush off the initial red rage in his vision before nodding silently at James' idea.

The two entered the locker room, the laughter dying on their teammates' lips as they all immediately felt the tension thicken hotly. James looked between them all with disgust, brows furrowed beneath his glasses. “You think this is a joke? Talking about her like she doesn’t have feelings? Like she’s not a real person? That’s my girl. Our girl. I thought the Gryffindor team would be above crude locker room talk. It’s pathetic, all of you are. If I ever hear another word about her out of your mouths, you’re all done. Not only will I replace you with first years, but I’ll go straight to Dumbledore. So learn some fucking respect.”

One of the boys tries to stammer an excuse, an apology, but James cuts him off with a deathly glare. “No. Don’t bother trying to speak to me or Sirius right now when you were laughing at her not even 30 seconds ago. Our relationship has absolutely nothing to do with any of you or your gossip.”

Sirius steps around James so that all the attention is on him. “What James is trying to say politely is that you’re lucky we don’t hex your limp dicks off you. So why don’t you all get your shit and fuck off out of here before we change our minds?”

A scampering of bodies rushes for the door, half-dressed and dishevelled, whilst evacuating the room until only James and Sirius are left behind. James sighs, brushing a hand messily through his damp hair as he walks over to his bag and begins to dress himself.

“Remus is going to lose his mind when he hears, you know, “Sirius muses, his tone slightly more relaxed now but no less concerned.

~~~~~

Following Quidditch practice, the plan had been for everyone to converge and meet in the library, which is immediately where Sirius and James head towards, not in the mood to even wave at friends as they pass, shoulder to shoulder, slightly breathless from the fast pace.

Reus Lupin casually leans over the table, leaning a fist under his jaw as he scribbles notes for his latest essay, bored out of his mind with ink smudged beneath his scarred fingers, sleeves of his grey cardigan rolled up to his elbows.

He hears his boyfriends before he sees them, all stomping feet and chairs scraping as Sirius and James collapse into the seats opposite him. “How was…” the words die on the tip of his tongue as he takes in the agitated and distressed looks.

“Where is she? Has something happened?” he asks in a rush, dropping his quill and ignoring the splash of ink that marks his piece of parchment as his green gaze flicks between his lovers.

“We thought she was with you? And something has happened but directly to her,” Sirius answers, leaning back in his chair, legs spreading with casual confidence as he too rolls the sleeves of his jumper up, flexing his hands and relaxing them on his thighs.

“What happened?” Remus emphasises looking at James.

The two of them explained everything that had been overheard and the confrontation that had ensued.

Remus stands abruptly before James or Sirius could comprehend the motion. He’s out of the library before either of them has left their seats, his wand in hand as he roughly pushes past other students in a fit of rage.

“Wait. Rmus, just stop a minute!” Sirius calls, grabbing his boyfriend roughly by the collar and shoving him into an empty classroom with James slamming the door closed and standing in front of it as a makeshift human barrier.

“I will only ask this once. James, move out of my fuckign way,” Remus all but growled.

Remus held different levels of temper compared to his boyfriends. Due to the full moon, Remus could keep an aggression that was inhuman and uncontrollable, verging on animalistic. However, the full moon had been the week previous, so any signs of anger now were purely from the overwhelming comprehension to protect what was his.

“No. You need to listen to us before you get yourself expelled. Do you think she would want that, huh?” James asked, finding it hard to justify stopping Remus with his stampede, considering he wanted to do it just as severely as his boyfriend, but needed to maintain some rational thoughts in the group.

“So I’m supposed just to let them talk about my girl like that?” Remus says through gritted teeth.

“Our girl,” Sirius quips, trying to soothe the tension, but from the fierce look he received from Remus, he had only managed to do the opposite.

“I’m not saying we can’t get revenge. We will Moony, trust us in this. But think about it for a minute. You’re head boy, you can’t just go cursing students.”

“Watch me,” Remus spits, loosening his tie as his body continues to heat with anger.

Sirius decides to flick his wand, then, drawing Remus’ wand out of his hand and catching it effortlessly, holding up his hands in surrender as Remus takes a step towards him. “Wait a moment and just hear us out, love.”

He begins to explain the strategy and plan that he and James had discussed on the walk back from the training session, and how it wouldn’t get them expelled.

Remus finally relents, sighing and rubbing his eyes to try and ease the tension slightly. “Fine. Fine. But I still want them to know exactly who she belongs to because-”

Remus’ words are interrupted by a gentle knock on the classroom door behind James. The three Gryffindors share a frown, a confused glance, before James slowly opens the door slightly. Remus and Sirius watched James' tiff posture soften as he leaned an arm casually against he doorway. “Sorry, you didn’t say the magic password.”

“Are you guys mad at me?” you asked from where you stood in the doorway, biting your lip, anxiety piercing in your eyes as you clutched the Marauders Map in your hand tightly.

“What? No, we aren’t mad at you, don’t be silly. Come here, honey,” James reassures quickly, his tone softening maddeningly as he tugs on your wrist, pulling you into the classroom and closing the door behind you.

“Are you sure? It’s just that I thought we were meeting in the library and I saw  Remus’ bag in the corner, but none of you were there. I waited for ten minutes, but none of you turned up, so I used the map to find you. Sorry, I was late to the library. I just had to get my books from our room. I didn’t think I would be long and-”

Your nervous ramblings were silenced by Remus' mouth descending against yours with a level of urgency that has you squealing for a second before melting into his arms. After a moment, he pulls back to kiss your temple slowly and tenderly. “Noe made. Never ever mad at you,” he reassures gently, all signs of previous anger having gone the moment he heard your voice at the door.

Your tense shoulders slump as you take a deep breath, looking up at him with renewed excitement. “Good!  I’m glad. So uh, why are we hiding in this dusty room?”

You’re absurdly spun around as an arm wraps around your middle from behind as you scream, Sirius manhandling you as he chuckles lowly. “Maybe we just wanted to get our pretty girl all dirty,” he jokingly suggests as he kisses your neck, only to be pushed away.

“Ew, no thank you. Oh, by the way, good training session today! I loved when you were flexing your arms, the uniform really makes your arms bulge,” you say with a subtle grin, turning so you’re facing Sirius, who tilts his head towards James.

“See, told you I missed the hit on purpose; she understands me.”

Your boyfriends then fell silent, passing subtle glances at each other at the reminder of Quidditch practice. You stare at them expectantly, with a slight frown. “What’s going on?”

James is the first to snap out of it, stepping closer with a clap of his hands. “Nothing, love. You know what? I’m kinda hungry. Why don't we forget about studying and head to the kitchens?”

“James, you’re always hungry," you muse, stepping closer to him as he links your fingers together, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Hungry for you, more like,” he jokes, distracting you as Sirius and Remus continue to try to get a hold of themselves before the four of you leave to head towards the Hogwarts kitchens.

~~~~~

The following week passed without any mishaps. The sun is shining and you’re walking hand in hand with Remus through the grounds, killing time before the start of watching this week's Quidditch practice.

It started innocently, with soft laughter, shoulders brushing against each other, fingers intertwining. And then, he’s tugging you gently closer, the smell of fresh grass and flowers in the air, as he leans down to capture your mouth in a slow and sensual kiss that makes your chest ache.

Your fingers slowly move up his torso, gripping his collar as they rest heavily around your waist, pulling you up to the tips of your toes, chest brushing against his as you melt into his touch.

His mousey brown hair is soft, freshly washed and fluffed from air drying, as your fingers grip it tightly at the base of his neck, tilting your face as you both fall headfirst into each other's arms. It’s only when the sound of other students giggling that you slip back into reality.

Lowering yourself back to your flattened feet, and hiding your heated face into his chest as he chuckles, kissing your temple affectionately, cupping the back of your head. He breathes in heavily against your skin, moaning and then tilting your face up to his as his eyes take in all of your features.

“You smell and taste so good, I don’t want to stop,” he admits, tilting your face back further to expose the length of your neck so that he’s able to press his face in until he's kissing the sensitive skin beneath your ear. 

“What has gotten into you?” you ask breathlessly, swaying on the spot but not stopping his display of public affection.

“Mmm, you’ve gotten into me, love. So fucking perfect. I just want to strip you right here, taste every inch of skin, I don’t care who sees.”

You hum at the thought, not taking it seriously as your fingers continue to stroke through his hair, but then his fingers slip beneath your shirt, lifting it slightly until you’re able to feel the breeze over your now-exposed skin.

“Remus!” you reprimand, stepping away from him and pulling down your shirt at the back as you look around at the bustle of students also walking throughout the grounds.

He reaches for your hands, his rough callouses brushing your soft skin as he pulls your body back towards him, his smirk making your knees feel weak. “I love it when you look like that. All shy like I don't know what naughty things you're thinking about in that pretty mind of yours.” 

Your eyes drop to the floor to hide the blatant embarrassment as he guessed correctly as to what you were thinking. His mouth shifted to your cheek, kissing it gently and softly until he reached the shell of your ear. “What did I say I couldn't wait until we got back to our dorm? What if I said I had a little place we could go, just the two of us? A secret spot where I can finally put my face between those pretty legs of yours without being disturbed.” 

You swallow thickly, mouth suddenly becoming dry, fingers bruising into his shoulder as you nod wordlessly, pleasure beginning to dampen into your panties.

He takes your hand, pulling you gently across the grounds. It was only as you approached the Quidditch pitch that you dug your feet into the grass. “We can’t go into the stands to do … that,” you say, looking up at the structure until your neck aches.

Remus smirks down at you, squeezing your hand. “I know. It’s not there that I had in mind anyway. Come on, pup, this way.” The two of you walk further around the structure until you’re approaching the white tent that leads to the players’ changing rooms.

“Won't the Gryffindor team be here soon for training?”

Remus shrugs, trying to pull you towards the tent. “There’s plenty of time, come on, I’ve got an idea.”

Following his lead and hand gripping his, you look over your shoulders to make sure no one was watching, but thankfully, it was only you and Remus at this part of the grounds. Inside the tent, it leads into the changing rooms and then into the shower,

 which is where Remus leads you.

It’s quiet, without even a steady drip to cover the silence as he asks, “Do you trust me?” Remus turns to you, hand still in hours as he saunters backwards into one of the shower cubicles.

“Always. You know I do,” you say earnestly.

The corners of his lips tip up softly, but then he’s quickly grabbing your waist firmly, pulling you both backwards and turning on the shower.

“Ah, Remus!!” You scream as you’re doused in freezing cold water. Your clothing becomes soaked through, clinging desperately to Remus’ warmth as he laughs at your reaction, shaking his head, causing water to spray in every direction. 

Before you could continue to chastise him for his ludicrous actions, he mouths a kiss against yours in a hungry, breathtaking kiss. The water, continuing to beat down overhead, begins to warm, just as your arousal deepens.

Remus is all dominance. From the way his hands cup your jaw, tilting your face in the perfect direction, to the way his tongue pushes past your lips to taste and devour you completely. You were dizzy with the lack of oxygen, but you couldn’t stop, needing to taste the sweetness on his tongue, to feel the hardness of his body beneath the soaked clothes.

Then he’s moving lower, dropping to his knees, right there in the middle of the cubicle, water draining beneath him as he rests his hands on your hips, pushing your body until you’re resting against the tiled walls.

You stare down at him, blinking back the water that drops down into your face. With a careful touch, he began to lift one of your legs, easing it over one of his shoulders as he kissed the inside of your knee. Then higher, to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Then higher still until his face was hidden beneath your grey pleated skirt.

With his thumb hooking into the edge of your underwear, he moves it aside and delves between your legs. The man eats as if he’s been restricted in his food intake. All sloppy tongue pressing into your cunt, slurping lips sealing around your clit until your knees buckle, but his strong hands keep you upright.

Your eyes close, head tilting back as you cover your mouth with your hand, hoping it would quiet the moans threatening to spill out as you grind against his face.

However, a sharp sting to your inner thigh has you crying out, eyes snapping open and looking down as Remus pulls his head out from beneath your skirt. “No one is here, love. Let me hear you,” Remus instructs roughly, licking his lips before moving back in.

It takes some time and a significant amount of clitoral play before you begin to relax and become more vocal. With the sound of the water dripping from the shower as it continues to soak you both, you’d hope it covered the sound from anyone in the local area as you cry out.

Remus takes his time, building up the pleasure until you’re begging for more. One finger, then two slip inside, curling perfectly as he circled your clit, chasing that high until you’re crying out, pussy clamping down around his fingers as you orgasm.

He didn’t stop curling his fingers until the pulses eased, and you’re slumping against the shower wall. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with his tongue and then rises to his full height, the shower water now bouncing off his back until only a light mist sprays your face.

Your fingers grip his collar, slamming your mouth to his with urgency, needing to taste him, but mostly to have your own taste flood your mouth as he once more dominates you, his tongue pressing against yours. 

“What do you want?” he asks against your lips. “Tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you. Do you want my fingers?” Remus pushes two fingers back inside, keeping them there until you’re gasping and trying to rock your fingers against him for more friction, dizzy with need. “Or do you want something more?” He presses his hips into your stomach until you can feel the bulge.

You glance down, admiring the outline of his thickness down his thigh, desperate to be free from the restraints of his trousers. “Want all of you. Please,” you mewl, reaching for his cock.

“Good girl,” he praises, removing his fingers from inside of you and turning your body until your face is pressed against the cool tile of the shower walls.

Remus lifts the back of your skirt up and over your hips until it bunches around your middle and eases your underwear down, removing them entirely and tucking them into his back pocket.

“Deep breaths, you’ve got to stay nice and relaxed for me,” he instructs carefully as you hear the sound of his zipper over the trickling of the shower. Your breath hitches as notches at your entrance, trying to push inside of you, but he’s so big it verges on pain as you’re forced onto your tiptoes, pussy clenching so hard, rejecting the stretch and intrusion.

You gasp desperately, clinging to the wall, forehead resting there, palms pressed on either side of your face as he slowly kisses the back of your neck.

“You’ve got to relax, otherwise I’m not gonna fit, love,” Remus soothes.

“I’m trying," you whimper, easing your pelvic floor as the head of his cock finally pushes in, but that’s it as his hips pause. 

“Oh, Pup, I know you are trying. Just open up a little more, I know you can take me.” Remus kicks your feet further apart, bends his knees to lower his height and knocks back your hips slightly away from the wall so you’re somewhat arched.

It takes some time, but he eventually can slide further into you, as you gasp at the burn and stretch of your cunt. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re so tight, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you?”

All you can do is sob around a moan, nodding your head and pushing your hips forcefully back against his until you’re both flushed together.

“More, I need more,” you beg after seconds of trying to accommodate his size.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart," Remus grunts as with one hand he holds onto your hip and the other grabs a handful of hair, pulling your head back and away from the wall, having complete control of your body as he begins to fuck you without restraint.

It feels like he’s trying to poke your belly button from the inside; he’s so deep. It’s overwhelming. Completely blinding with pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls, nipping your ear lobe with his sharp teeth, hips slapping against yours.

“I belong to you," you cry out, not dampening the noise of your gasps and moans as they bounce off the walls.

A cluster of noises then comes from the door leading into the changing rooms, as casual conversations and laughter fill the showers as the team begins to arrive for practice. You cover your mouth with your hands, pussy tightening to an overwhelming point and attempting to move away.

Remus, however, has other ideas and pushes your body against the wall, keeping you still with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He grips your face, turning it slightly so his forehead rests against your cheek. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation.

“Good.”

In a swift move, he's pulling out of you, turning your body and picking you up, your ankles locking around his waist and fucking back into you. “Do you want to know something?” he pants, thrusting into you as much as your body allows as you bite your tongue to stop from crying out. “They all want to fuck you in there.”

The words make you pause as he holds still, his eyes searching your face to gauge your reaction, only continuing when you say nothing. “And I’m not just talking about Sirius and James. I mean the rest of their team. They all want to get their grubby hands inside your pretty little pussy.”

Remus’ words make you feel more embarrassed than flattered, and he senses the shift in you as he kisses along your jaw. “Don’t worry, my love. We won’t let them anywhere near you, but I think they all need a reminder of just who you belong to. What do you think?” 

He thrusts in again sharply as you don’t filter the loudness of your moan. “Yes,” you pant, beginning to roll your hips, encouraging him more.

“Yeah? You want them all to know you’re mine? That you belong to James and Sirius?”

“Yes!” you say in a higher volume as he continues to fuck you harder and harder, as your eyes close, savouring the thrusts.

“Say it. Say who you belong to, let them hear.”

“You, Remus! I belong to you! Oh god!” you cry out, eyes focused only on his face as he looks at you with such adoration.

“Such a good girl. Feel so fucking good to be inside of you. You gonna cum for me, love?”

“Yes! Remus, please don’t stop!”

The orgasm is overwhelming, your cunt stretched and pulsing around his girthy cock as you momentarily forget to breathe. “That’s it, beautiful. So pretty when you cum on my cock.” he doesn't stop, just keeps fucking you all the way through your orgasm until he buries his face into your neck and groans deeply, thrusts harder until he stills, spilling inside you. 

The two of you try to catch your breath, listening to the white noise created by the shower until he finally lowers you to the floor. It’s only as he turns off the water that you both realise just how quiet it is in the changing rooms now.

“Wait, I need to clean you up,” Remus halts your wobbly steps, pointing his wand at you first and drying you and your clothes from head to toe until the only wetness is the stickiness between your thighs. “Hmm, I like leaving you messy,” he grins, lowering your skirt to hide the evidence of his thorough fucking.

He tucks his softening cock back into the confines of his trousers and then takes your hand, walking towards the changing room, which was your only way of escaping. 

“It’s okay, it’s just us in here,” Sirius calls out as Remus opens the dividing door.

Thankfully, he was telling the trust as you find both James and Sirius to be the only ones in the changing rooms. Both in their underwear, flushed from head to toe, a glimmer of sweat across their bare chests and brow and from the streaks of wetness across their boxers, have both just finished pleasuring themselves.

"You two put on quite the show,” Sirius slow claps, his eyes devouring you completely.

“I thought there were others,” you say, somewhat embarrassed as you cuddle into Remus’ chest.

“Oh, there were, but we sent them out to start training early. They won’t be mistaking whose girlfriend you are now, though,” James says, stepping across the room to kiss your cheek softly. 

You’re about to ask what had been said for all of this to happen when an almighty crash sounded from above, coming from the Quidditch pitch. “What was that?!” you exclaim, pulling away from Remus and looking at the top of the tent, worried it was going to fall through.