#no plot whatsoever

You’d been watching them from the far side of the pitch for the better part of half an hour, the autumn wind tugging at your Hufflepuff scarf while you waited. Quidditch practice for Gryffindor always seemed to go on forever, though maybe it only felt that way because you were standing there, gripping your books like a shield, rehearsing what you were going to say.

The Marauders — James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin — were not the sort of boys you usually sought out. In fact, up until this week, your interactions with them had been limited to polite nods in the corridor and the occasional “sorry” when you passed them in the library. You preferred your small circle of friends, your neat stack of notes, and the quiet hum of the Hufflepuff common room over their noisy, chaotic orbit.

But now you were stuck in it.

Professor Flitwick, in what you could only assume was a moment of cruel whimsy, had paired the four of you for the midterm Charms project due in just a few days. And so far, the Marauders had contributed precisely nothing except a string of excuses and an invitation to “not stress, love, there’s loads of time.”

There was not, in fact, loads of time.

So here you were, waiting until they finished flying around like madmen so you could corner them.

James spotted you first as he swooped down, broom in hand, his hair plastered to his forehead. “Oi, Hufflepuff!” he called, grinning like he’d just scored the winning goal. “What brings you all the way out here?”

You straightened your spine. “We need to work on the Charms assignment. It’s due in two days.”

Sirius, landing just behind him, ran a hand through his long, damp hair. He had at least three silver rings glinting on his fingers and that lopsided smile that was somehow both charming and dangerous. “She’s so organised it’s terrifying,” he said to Remus, who was strolling over, broom slung over one shoulder.

Remus’s mouth quirked. “Terrifying? Or admirable?”

“Both,” Sirius said, tossing you a wink.

You felt your cheeks warm but refused to be distracted. “Can we please meet tonight? After dinner? We can work in the library—”

“No, no, no,” James interrupted, shaking his head. “The library’s a death trap. We’ll just end up getting kicked out for laughing too loud.”

You clutched your books tighter. “Fine. Where, then?”

“Our dorm,” Remus said easily. “After dinner. We’ll be perfect little model students, promise.”

Something told you that “perfect” wasn’t exactly the right word for them, but at least you had an agreement.

You’re almost hesitant to knock on their dorm door later, your palm hovering just short of the wood. The seventh-year Gryffindor boys’ room is off-limits to most people, you’ve never had reason to be here, and the knowledge that you’re about to step into their space makes your pulse race.

The door swings open before you can even knock. Sirius leans in the doorway, hair loose around his shoulders, smelling faintly of smoke and whatever cologne he wears that’s sharp and warm at the same time.

“Come in, Hufflepuff,” he says with a crooked grin.

Inside, it’s exactly the kind of mess you expected: broomsticks propped in corners, stray socks on the floor, posters of Quidditch teams and scantily-clad witches stuck to the walls. James is sprawled on his bed, tossing a Snitch lazily between his hands, while Remus sits cross-legged at the foot of his own bed, a book balanced on his knee.

You set your bag down at the small desk shoved between two beds and start unpacking your notes. “Right, so—if we split up the charm components, we can—”

You get maybe three sentences into your plan before Sirius derails the entire conversation.

“Did I tell you about that girl from Ravenclaw?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, voice low and teasing. “Absolute stunner. Kept me up all night last weekend.”

Your fingers tighten around your quill, eyes glued to your parchment. “That’s… nice,” you murmur, trying not to picture anything.

“She had this way of—” Sirius starts, but James cuts him off with a laugh.

“Oi, don’t corrupt our poor Hufflepuff. You’ve never slept with a bloke before, have you?”

You freeze. The question hangs heavy in the air, your quill stalling mid-stroke. “I—We should really focus on—”

Remus’s head snaps up, his eyebrows lifting. “Wait. You haven’t?”

Heat prickles at the back of your neck. “That’s not—It’s none of—”

“Hard to believe,” Sirius drawls, reaching forward to catch a curl of your hair between his fingers. He twists it slowly, watching the dark coil spring back. “Someone as pretty as you… untouched?”

Your cheeks burn hotter. “Can we please just work—”

But James is leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, eyes bright with curiosity. “You must get urges, though. Everyone does. How d’you deal with them?”

You shake your head quickly, desperate to divert the conversation. “James—”

Sirius smirks. “She’s got toys, obviously. Plays with herself when no one’s around. Virgins always do.”

Your mouth goes dry. You give a small, frantic shake of your head.

The room stills. Sirius’s smirk falters just slightly. “Wait. You’re telling me you’ve never—”

James’s eyebrows shoot up. “Not even once?”

You shake your head again, looking anywhere but their faces.

For a second, there’s only silence, and then Remus lets out a low, disbelieving laugh. “Merlin’s beard.”

Sirius leans back, grin returning in full force. “That’s… unexpectedly hot.”

“Very,” James agrees, his gaze sweeping over you in a way that makes you want to squirm. “You’ve never even been curious?”

You swallow hard. “I mean… maybe. I’ve heard the girls in my dorm talking about it.”

Sirius tilts his head. “So you’ve just… never tried. Never touched yourself.”

You shake your head again, embarrassed beyond belief.

James whistles softly. “That’s criminal. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Good thing we’re practically professionals,” Sirius says lightly, though there’s a dangerous edge to the glint in his eyes.

You blink at him. “What?”

Remus’s voice is smooth, almost coaxing. “We could show you. If you wanted.”

Your stomach flips violently. “No, I—we have to finish this assignment—”

“We will,” Remus says, leaning forward slightly. “Later. Right now… maybe you should let go a little. Let us show you how to feel good.”

You open your mouth to refuse again, but the curiosity you’ve been denying for years is whispering at the back of your mind. You’ve imagined what it might be like hands on you, mouths on you but never let yourself linger on the thoughts for long.

James must see something in your face, because his grin turns slow and knowing. “C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve trusted us with a school project. You can trust us with this.”

The heat in the room feels suffocating.

Sirius’s fingers are brushing the hem of your skirt now, not lifting, just tracing the edge. “All you have to do is say yes.”

You hesitate, then nod — once, barely.

“Atta girl,” Sirius murmurs.

The moment his hand pushes your skirt up, instinct flares and you draw in a sharp breath. “Wait, I—”

Remus is already moving, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that’s surprisingly gentle, stealing the rest of your protest. His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek as if to anchor you.

Sirius’s palm presses between your thighs, warm even through your panties, an experimental rub that makes your stomach clench.

Somewhere to your right, you hear James shift, the quiet click of buttons as your shirt begins to come undone under his sure fingers.

Remus doesn’t pull away.

If anything, his mouth presses more firmly to yours, the kiss deepening by slow, careful increments. It’s not rushed, not hungry in the way you’d imagined boys might kiss there’s patience in him, a measured control that makes it all the more dizzying. His lips part, coaxing rather than demanding, his hand still cupping your jaw like you’re something fragile he doesn’t want to break.

You’d expected kissing to feel… different. Wet, maybe awkward. Instead, there’s a warmth curling in your chest, in your stomach, a steady hum that’s making your knees feel strange even though you’re still sitting.

Somewhere in the background of that warmth, you register James’s fingers working their way down the front of your shirt. The soft click of each button coming undone is louder than it should be in the quiet of the room. The cool air nips at your newly exposed skin, but the heat in your cheeks more than makes up for it.

“Easy, love,” James murmurs, his voice low and smooth near your ear. “Just want to see you.”

Your breath catches. You want to close the shirt again, to keep it together — but Remus’s mouth is moving against yours with such careful insistence that you can’t bring yourself to stop him.

Meanwhile, Sirius hasn’t moved his hand from between your thighs. His touch is steady, palm warm through the thin cotton of your underwear, his thumb stroking idle, lazy patterns that make you tense without meaning to. It’s not invasive, not yet, but there’s something unbearably intimate about how unhurried he is.

“Relax for me,” he says softly, and the roughness in his voice makes your skin prickle. “Just let it happen.”

You try, but the awareness of his hand is like a pulse of its own, a steady reminder of what’s about to happen or what could happen.

James has reached the last button now, the shirt parting fully under his hands. You feel his gaze sweep over you, lingering where your bra covers the curve of your breasts. His fingertips trace along the fabric there, almost reverent, before sliding back to your shoulders to ease the shirt down your arms.

“Merlin,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you.

Remus finally pulls back from your mouth, though he stays close enough that his breath mingles with yours. His eyes flick briefly to Sirius’s hand, then back to your face. “Still okay?”

You nod, though it’s a little shaky. “Y-Yeah.”

That earns you a small, approving smile.

Sirius chooses that moment to hook one finger under the waistband of your panties. You flinch at the movement not from discomfort, but from the sudden intimacy of it. His eyes are on yours as he slides the fabric to the side, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. You don’t.

The cool air hits your bare skin, and you can’t stop the small shiver that runs through you. Sirius notices, of course he notices and his grin takes on something sharper.

“Pretty little thing,” he says, almost under his breath, before returning his attention to the task at hand.

He doesn’t plunge in with fingers, doesn’t rush. Instead, his thumb resumes its slow circles, only now there’s no fabric between you. The difference is startling. The touch is softer and sharper at once, every movement sending little sparks dancing low in your stomach.

You let out a sound you didn’t mean to, a tiny, breathy gasp that you try to swallow down. Sirius’s grin widens.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back.”

Remus’s mouth finds yours again, and it’s almost overwhelming now, the way they’re both on you at once one coaxing your lips open, the other coaxing something deeper from you entirely. James is still close, his fingers brushing along your arm, your side, tracing the edge of your bra as if committing every line of you to memory.

Sirius’s pace is maddening. He keeps his movements small and deliberate, circling slowly around that sensitive spot until your legs tense without your permission. Every time you start to tip forward into something sharper, he eases back, dragging it out until your breathing turns uneven.

You didn’t know it could feel like this, warm and fluttery and tight all at once, the tension coiling low in your belly with each slow press of his thumb.

“Breathe,” Remus murmurs against your lips, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath without meaning to. You exhale shakily, and Sirius takes advantage of the moment to press just a fraction harder.

The sound that escapes you is embarrassingly needy.

“Good girl,” Sirius says, and for some reason the words send the tension in your stomach snapping. It washes over you in a hot rush, your thighs trembling as you try to stifle the sound rising in your throat.

Sirius doesn’t stop. If anything, his movements smooth out, guiding you through the strange, rippling aftershocks until you slump slightly against Remus’s steady frame.

“First one?” James’s voice is warm with amusement.

You manage a breathless nod.

Sirius chuckles low. “Let’s see if we can make it two.”

Before you can protest, his thumb is moving again not as slow as before now, but still deliberate, still maddening in its precision. You’re already sensitive, the skin there tingling from the last wave, and the new stimulation makes you jerk involuntarily.

“It’s okay,” Remus murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let it happen again.”

You’re not sure you can or maybe you’re too sure you can, too quickly. The second crest builds faster, Sirius’s focus unrelenting, his free hand bracing lightly against your thigh to keep you from squirming away.

It’s almost too much, but the way they’re all watching you, James’s eyes fixed on your face, Remus’s gaze soft but unyielding, Sirius’s smirk growing with every sound you make keeps you rooted in place.

When it hits, it’s sharper this time, a flash of heat and release that makes you cling to Remus without thinking. Sirius slows only when your thighs press together in reflex, easing you back down until your breathing steadies.

You sag against Remus, your head spinning, and somewhere above you, Sirius gives a satisfied little hum.

“Two,” he says simply, like he’s keeping score.

You don’t have the energy to glare at him not when your body still feels warm and liquid, the air thick with the mix of your breaths and theirs.

You’re still melting against Remus, your chest rising and falling unevenly, when James shifts beside you, sliding closer with a soft, teasing smile.

“Alright,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. “I want to see how many fingers you can take.”

Your breath hitches at his words, a flush creeping up your neck and spreading through your chest.

“W-What?” you manage, voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius’s grin turns wicked, but there’s something gentle in the way Remus squeezes your hand, steadying you.

“It’s okay,” Remus says softly. “We’ll go slow. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Sirius leans in, brushing a loose curl behind your ear. “We just want to make you feel good. Promise you’ll tell us if it’s too much.”

The nervous flutter in your stomach twists tighter, but their calm words, the way they’re watching you with nothing but care and patience, help quiet the rising panic.

James shifts again, carefully moving so that he’s directly beside you, his fingers warm as he gently parts your thighs.

“Just breathe,” he whispers, thumb brushing the delicate skin of your inner thigh. “We’ll take this as slow as you need.”

Your heart pounds as his hand moves lower, the heat radiating from his fingers making you tremble.

Then, with the softest touch, James presses the pad of one finger to your entrance.

You’re tight, impossibly tight and the sensation is unfamiliar, sharp and strange, but not unpleasant.

“It’s alright,” James murmurs, barely moving, letting you adjust to the pressure.

You bite your lip, blinking up at him, unsure but willing to try.

Slowly, carefully, he slides that one finger inside, inch by inch.

A sharp gasp escapes you, a mixture of surprise and intensity, and your hand shoots out to grip Remus’s shirt for support.

“You’re doing so well,” James encourages, fingers gentle but confident.

Sirius leans forward, fingers deftly undoing the clasp of your bra. The cool air hitting your exposed skin makes your nipples harden, and your body tenses, caught between nervousness and something deeper, something raw and alive.

He trails his fingers lightly over your breasts, careful not to rush, teasing your skin before slipping a single finger inside the cup, circling the tender skin beneath.

The contrast between James’s slow intrusion and Sirius’s teasing touch is electric, your body reacting in ways you didn’t expect.

James gently moves his finger, the motion slow and deliberate. You wince slightly, tightness wrapping around him like a velvet glove but the ache in your lower belly is growing warmer, softer.

“Feels good?” Remus’s voice is a soothing balm next to your ear.

You nod, breath trembling. “Y-Yeah…”

James, encouraged, tries to ease in a second finger.

It’s harder this time. Your muscles instinctively clench around him, tight and protective.

“Okay, okay,” James murmurs, pausing to let you adjust. His thumb strokes slow, comforting circles on the outside of you.

You close your eyes, steadying yourself with shaky breaths.

The pressure grows, stretching, unfamiliar but not painful, and the heat blooming inside you pulses deeper.

Sirius shifts, lips trailing down your neck, warm and teasing, distracting you from the tightness with whispered promises and soft nips.

You gasp softly as James gently presses the second finger further in, but it’s clear you can’t take more than that right now.

“It’s alright,” Sirius says, voice low and reverent.

Your body is a coil of tension and warmth, every nerve alive with the subtle, exquisite teasing James and Sirius are giving you.

James keeps his fingers moving inside you with a slow, patient rhythm, the barest glide in, then a small circle, barely touching the most sensitive spot. His thumb rubs gentle, feather-light patterns against your skin outside, keeping you balanced between ache and delight.

You’re so wet, it’s like a warm flood pooling beneath you, the slick heat making every touch feel electric.

Sirius, never far from you, lets his fingers wander freely now, tracing lazy paths over your bare breasts. His touch is slow and deliberate, teasing your nipples until they tighten and peak beneath his fingers.

His breath is hot against your collarbone, and every time his hand squeezes gently, you bite your lip to stop a soft moan from escaping.

Sirius’s voice drops to a low murmur, teasing. “That’s three, love. You’re amazing.”

You blink, startled at how fast your body is reacting — how quickly you’re coming apart beneath their touch.

James slips his fingers a little deeper, careful to keep the pace patient but insistent. Every slow stroke feels like a secret promise, like you’re unraveling just enough for them, and it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

Your breaths come faster now, shallow and shaky, chest rising and falling under Sirius’s hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening just slightly on your breast, then releasing with teasing softness.

James’s thumb strokes faster for a moment, light flicks over your swollen clit, and the coil inside you snaps.

Your muscles clench tightly around his fingers, and a moan escapes you — soft, broken, utterly real.

Sirius chuckles low, lips brushing your ear. “That’s four.”

You want to protest that you can’t take much more, but the way their touch feels so deliberate, so slow and full of care it makes you want to keep going, to see how far you can fall into this sensation.

James pulls back just enough to give you a moment, then pushes in again, a little deeper this time, fingers curling in a way that has your back arching off the bed.

Sirius’s hand slides down to cup your hip, steadying you, while the other keeps playing with your breast, rolling your nipple between thumb and finger with teasing patience.

The heat in your chest builds, the ache in your belly growing sharper, a delicious tension that makes your legs tremble.

“Let go,” Remus’s voice whispers from behind you , steady and grounding.

You do.

Your body trembles violently as your fifth orgasm crashes over you, breath hitching in ragged gasps. The world narrows to the warmth flooding through you, the gentle touch of their hands, the sound of your own voice breaking the silence.

Sirius grins wider, brushing his lips softly over your temple. “Five.”

You cling to Remus’s shirt, your skin tingling, still sensitive and raw from the waves rolling through you.

James doesn’t stop.

His fingers move again, slow and sure, coaxing you back from the edge teasing, holding, building until your breath comes in shallow pants and your legs quiver uncontrollably beneath them.

“You’re incredible,” James murmurs, voice rough with admiration.

Sirius’s hands keep roaming your body, one hand sliding up your side to cup your breast, thumb circling the hardened peak with teasing patience, the other trailing soft kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Six,” Sirius says, his voice a soft purr.

Your chest tightens again, the last sparks of sensation igniting in a firestorm that leaves you trembling and breathless in their arms.

They’re not just touching you, they’re learning you, memorizing every sigh, every twitch, every flinch of pleasure and hesitation.

And you’re letting them, even as your cheeks burn with embarrassment and your heart pounds fiercely in your chest.

Because with them, everything feels different.

Safe. Sacred.

James’s fingers don’t stop. They keep moving, teasing, coaxing, and you feel yourself spiralling, dizzy with pleasure and overwhelm. Your breaths grow shallow, your body trembling in ways that feel both exquisite and impossible to control.

But suddenly, it becomes too much.

Your chest tightens, and a sudden rush of panic flashes through your mind. You try to pull away, to free yourself from their hold, but their hands are gentle yet firm, keeping you cradled and safe.

“I—I need—” Your voice falters.

Remus, sensing your distress instantly, leans in without hesitation, lips capturing yours in a soft, grounding kiss. The kiss is slow and steady, calming like a balm, pulling you back from the edge of overwhelm.

Sirius’s hand stays warm and steady on your breast, fingers moving with tender care, easing the tension rather than adding to it.

You try to focus on the steady pressure of their touches, the softness of Remus’s lips against yours, the way Sirius’s thumb circles your nipple with infinite patience.

But the waves crashing inside you don’t stop.

Your vision blurs, the room spinning gently, and your body, overloaded and trembling, finally gives out.

Darkness claims you.

When you wake up, it’s to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room.

You blink slowly, your head heavy but strangely peaceful.

You’re in Sirius’s bed, the sheets tangled around you, the faint scent of him still lingering in the air.

Panic flares briefly in your chest, memories from the night before rushing back in a chaotic flood.

You sit up carefully, feeling the cool breeze against your flushed skin, and notice something resting on the bedside table: a parchment neatly folded.

Heart pounding, you reach for it, unfolding the note written in James’s familiar handwriting.

“Hey! we had to head out early for Quidditch practice. We finished the assignment, so don’t worry about a thing. We’ll catch up later. — J, S & R.”

You bite your lip, cheeks burning as you glance down at the parchment lying next to it — the completed charms assignment, all neatly written and corrected with their notes and doodles in the margins.

A mix of embarrassment and warmth floods through you.

Last night feels like a secret world you stepped into, one you weren’t quite sure you were ready for, yet don’t regret in the slightest.

You take a deep breath, smoothing your skirt and pulling your shirt back over your shoulders, before disappearing through the door.

*

*

“T-Toru-! Slow-dowwnnuh!! P-pleaseeeuh!” You whimpered out as he slams the toy in with such force you wouldn’t be suprised if it broke your womb. He laughs cruelly at you in response and angles the toy to hit your g-spot making you cry out and shake in response.

“Oh come on, wifey! You wanted this didn’t you?” He grins slamming it harder and harder, the fake balls slapping your clit as you felt each of the prosthetic veins grazing against your velvety walls.

Even when you used it by yourself it never felt this good, the way it slammed into you to the hilt with such force almost felt like it was Satoru’s cock fucking you and not a fake one.

You sobbed into the pillow pathetically and you try to look over your shoulder, your hand flying out to clasp against his wrist.

“W-wan’ your dick ‘Toru” His free hand pins your arm behind your back and pushing you deeper into the mattress with a breathy laugh.

“Oh please, you didn’t have this problem last night did you? You seemed satisfied you don’t even need my cock, baby.”

“I-it was a mistake! I-I’m sorryyyyyy!!” You scream out as he thrusts the toy again without warning, your walls clamping and twitching around it in surprise.

“Ohho! Now you’re sorry? Last night you weren’t, weren’t you? Said you’d never apologise, huh? Look how pathetic you are. Cock drunk off a toy! I know you’re close, come on wifey!”, he delivers a sharp spank to your ass making you gasp out a whimper. His smirk widening as your ass ripples under his hand, a large red handprint etching its way to mark your skin.

“Yeah.. You can do it..that’s it!” he mocks as your slushy cunt squelches and fills the room up with a lewd shwap! Your cunny was so loud it was taking Satoru everything in him to not slip his boxers down and slam his stiff cock deep inside of you till his pelvis kissed yours.

You could feel your high creeping through your body, like a floodgate about to break through. Your body felt hot. Too hot. Adrenaline coursing through your veins like wildfire, your tummy clenching and thighs shaking.

The pleasure building up from your abdomen slowly taking over your entire body with each slam of the toy, it felt like it was getting deeper if that was any possible. You shakily cry out his name, your sweet arousal covering his hands, dripping down to his wrist. If anything you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.

“Cmon..cum for me baby..you know you want to..” He coaxes out and that’s the last thing you hear before your velvety walls are clenching around the fake cock, eyes rolling back and seeing pure white.

Maybe you’ve just seen heaven? Or are you in heaven right now? Your body shakes and goosebumps erupt all over your skin as a white ring now forms around the dildos base, as Satoru keeps riding your orgasm out; white strings connect the whole bottom half of the dildo and connect it back to your soppy hole.

Satoru laughs at your pathetic hole clenching around the dildo needily. “Look at ya. Made the dildo white from how much you came, baby” he whistles out, slapping your ass a few times again watching as your cunt twitches in response to each spank.

Your breathing slowly starts to even out and your body relaxing, cunt still quivering and sensitive around the dildo still stuffing you full. Without warning satoru slams the toy in a fast and deep pace causing your back to arch and making you scream out in surprise.

“W-Waaiitt!! Satoru-! Give me more time! Too-sensitive-ah! Angh!” You desperately whine out and he laughs in response at your pleases, “Nah uh.” He thumbs your ass putting pressure against it causing you to gasp out a yelp.

“Hmm? Sensitive here?” He grins, his cock twitching in his boxers at the fact his thumb was bigger than your little hole. He tries to push his thoughts down..but the temptation to use the dildo in your hole and fuck your needy cunt with his leaky cock was itching through his veins.

He swallows thickly and circles the hole with his thumb while slamming the dildo at a brutual pace, your squeals and moans getting louder than before, the dildo going fully white now as your slick and release from before connects strings from your puffy hole to the toy.

Your body clenches up again, toes curling and abdomen tightening as your cum. Again. Your body hot and electricity running through your veins, you cum hard on the toy as you shiver and shake, Satoru chuckles darkly before not slowing the pace down; if anything angling it in different spots and elicting sounds you never thought was possible to come out of your mouth.

It doesn’t even feel like it’s been 30 seconds later before your cumming on the toy. Hard. For the third? Fourth? Fifth time now? You’ve lost count. You tiredly turn your head to look at Satoru and feel yourself freeze up. He looks so menacing.

Like he could just destroy the whole of Japan in a blink of an eye and not even care. The way his eyes are drinking you up and looking down at you with so much hunger made arousal pool in your stomach, your walls fluttering around the toy.

“I know you wanna fuck me Toru- cmon..give in.. stuff me full pleaaaasseee! Wan’ t’ be full of y’r cum..” You wiggle your ass to egg him on and fuck. You don’t even register when the dildos out of you. The next thing you feel is his warm, thick cock sinking deep into you. You blink and notice his blindfold hanging around his neck, his blue eyes shining; looking feral.

Fuck. You might’ve fucked up. “H-Hold-on-!” You gasp out but it’s too late, he’s shoving your head in the pillow and pinning your arms behind your back as he pounds into you roughly. Balls slapping against your clit and pelvis slapping against your ass making such lewd noises you’d only hear in porn.

The rooms filled with skin slapping against each other, the pure sound of his cock swishing around your insides and both of your desperate gasps and moans. The room felt hot. Too hot. “Yeah. Fuckin’ take it.” He babbles out, cheeks and ears flushing.

“That’s it. Yeah…fuckin’ hell look at ya squeezing the life out of my dick.” Your walls unconsciously squish around his cock at his words making your hips push back against his, meeting his thrusts with desperation.

“Fuck..you’re so needy..even after I made you cum more than thrice on your little toy. Not as good as the real thing, hm wifey?” He pouts at your lack of response and with his free hand and lifts your head up by your hair, “Speak up.”, You whine and gasp in response, any words you try to say are replaced with screams and moans.

He stills inside of you, “Speak, cmon.” “W-why-did you sttoooppp!!” You whine out, “Answer my question. ‘M not playing around, babe.” He gives a harsh thrust as a warning; making you jump in surprise, “N-noo! Your cock is shoo! much better! Alwaysss!- Angh-ah-oh!” You’re cut off by his sudden harsh thrusts, “Good girl..” He grunts out, angling his hips to hit riiighhttt on your g-spot making your legs jump with each thrust.

Shit. His mushroomed tip was kissing your womb perfectly with precised precision. Each angle was being thrusted in on purpose, you don’t even register him letting go of your arms till you feel his blindfold tie around your wrists.

“H-Huh-?!” You sound out and he grunts in response feeling his cock twitch against your gooey walls. Fuck. Seeing you helpless beneath him, shaking and screaming his name with his blindfold tied around your wrists. His. Blindfold.

The same one he wears everyday. Fuck he could just cum right now and fill you up so full. “G’na stuff you full..you’d like that wouldn’t you, huh wifey?” His veins felt like they were on fire, lightning coursing through his veins. Fuck. He could hollow purple the entire world besides the both of you right now. The thought of you carrying his child.. Letting the entire world know he’s the one who was deep in your guts and knocked you up..

“T-toru- inside!” That’s the last thing he hears before his cock is stuffing your velvety walls full of ropes and strings of his thick cum, his cum filling your needy pussy up till globs of it drip out to the sheets bellow the both of you.

You haven’t felt so full in a week. You don’t even register when you covered his cock in your messy release till you feel Satoru thrusting again, your walls clamped around him like a vice, “J-just- came- t-toru-! Please-!”, “F-fuck- you’re squeezing so tight, sweets, relax, I know you- ah!- want more-hnnghh!” Satoru whimpers out, his hand coming down to push the lewd bulge in your stomach.

You blearily turned over your shoulder to look at him and fuck. When did the lights go out and shatter? Fuck were all of japans lights out right now? How you might wonder?

When you make eye contact with Satoru his eyes are glowing in a feral manner, that gives you the answer to your question. He looks like he could wipe out the entire world in one blow from how animalistic he fucked you.

His hips keep pounding into yours without any sign of stopping, his cock trying to burst out of your stomach at this point.

“M-mercy-! Please- mercy-!” You stutter out and Satoru’s eyes narrow, “Now you want mercy? Yesterday you didn’t care what happened, huh? Shut up and be a good little wife for me and just take it, ‘kay?” With that he shoves your head back into the pillow and you shiver in response feeling his gooey tip nudge your insides, each motion making your cunt impossibly louder.

Each slam of his hips had your body reeling, sobbing his name, it felt like electricity coursing through your veins each time his cock bumped your g-spot effortlessly. You scream out whimpers and moans helplessly, just lying there and taking whatever Satoru gives you.

“F-fuck..g’na fill you up again, hah- you’d like that, huh?” Satoru whimpers out, too cockdrunk to respond you make a sound out sounding between a scream and a gasp. "Wanna knock you up baby…they’ve been demanding a heir you know.. plus-hah- want the world to know you’re m-mine and I-i was the one who fucked a kid into you-shiiit!” He babbles on, you felt like you were on the verge of losing your consciousness.

The orgasms Satoru’s pulled out of you tonight was astonishing. Before you could slip away into unconsciousness you felt your body lose its fatigue and…you felt perfectly awake..? Satorus hand clenches in your hair and lifts your head up to pull you into a messy kiss, teeth clashing against each other and tongue penetrating your throat.

“Heh- used reversed cursed technique on us-hah- we got allllll night, baby!” You couldn’t even respond before his lips are sealed back on yours, your heart thumping against your chest and a sudden rush of energy shooting through your body.

Fuck. You felt your muscles clench once again and moan into Satorus mouth feeling his release fill you up. That pulled the trigger for you. Before you could even process it, the coil in your stomach snaps and you didn’t cum, no, you squirted messily alllll over Satorus cock, thighs and pelvis.

You part from the kiss, body shaking and moans slipping past your lips. “Fuuccckk you squirted! All f’me, wifey?”, you hazily nod your head in response, flopping back onto the sheets bellow you.

You try to crawl away from Satoru and his merciless hips but unlucky for you he doesn’t stop dragging his cock against your walls, gripping at the sheets bellow you to propel yourself forward.

You freeze when you feel a laugh and yelp in surprise when you’re dragged back towards him, shoved onto your back and knees to your chest. When did he flip you over? Your heart thumps in realisation eyes boring into his glowing orbs. “W-wha-?!” You manage to stutter out, “Don't run from it now, wifey! We have an heir to make..”

You were completely and utterly screwed.

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“relax sweetheart, it will feel good once you do” logan grunts out, slowly pressing his tip into your tight hole.

“l-logan! oh lo, y-you’re too big!” you hiss out, feeling stretched and already full just from the fat head of his cock burning your gummy walls.

“shhh, she’s taking me just fine, hm? look at that, i’m squeezing right in” he smirks as he look down to where you’re both connected, your juices already leaking down his shaft, as he bottoms out with a loud groan.

he gives no time for you to get used to the generous size of him as he pulls out leaving just the tip before slamming back in. he sets a rapid pace as he thrusts in and out, kissing your cervix with every rut.

“f-fuck baby, you’re gripping around me so tight” he growls out, leaning down to bury his face in your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark on you, yet remaining at his vicious pace. he wants needs everyone to know who you belong to.

“oh, daddy i’m so full, your cock feels s-so fucking g-good” you mumble out, eyes rolling all the way back as you moan with every thrust into you. “m-more, please daddy..”

“greedy fuckin’ whore” logan scoffs at your desperation yet he presses his thumb to your red, puffy button and moves it in swift circles which have you clamping down on him impossibly harder. you’re hands claw at the sheets, you swear you can see galaxies at this point, and the pleasure from both his finger on your clit and his hips snapping into you is all too overwhelming.

“w-wait lo, s’too much” you sob beneath him, squirming away, but he doesn’t stop and instead drills harder against your cervix. he grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head with just one of his hands while he continues his assault on your clit with the other hand.

logan chuckles “this is what you wanted, right doll? so quit squirming and fuckin’ take it” he snarls into your ear, his breath hot against it and his groans take over your hearing.

you soon give up with your pleads to slow down and instead let him use your now pliant body. so willing. logan hikes one of your thighs up to his pleasing - manhandling you as if you were merely a toy. strings of ‘uh,uh,uh’s’ are all you can slobber out and soon enough you’re crumbling down with the intensity of your orgasm.

logan groans at the even tighter feeling and he fucks you right through your release and all you do is just moan and whine while being fucked dumb on his girth. soon enough, you feel him throb in your heat and he jackhammers into your cunt, chasing his own orgasm.

“gonna cum in you princess, make those pretty noises for me, let everyone hear what a cumslut i’m making of you” logan smirks as he watches you let out your lewd moans for him. so obedient.

“f-fuck” logan’s hips begins to stutter and then he halts into you, as deep as he can, as thick spurts of his load stain your insides white, plugging you full of him.

“im gonna stay right here, princess” he releases his grip on your wrists and moves his hand towards the thick bulge in your lower stomach. he presses down gently, letting you feel the imprint of his girth in your core, and you whine, feeling overworked and spent.

“gotta make sure you can take daddy’s cock easier next time, hm?

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪

Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, was known for his charismatic yet enigmatic presence. He ruled over his domain with a devilish grin and a penchant for blood. But beneath his charming facade lay a heart that beat fiercely for one person: his beloved wife, Y/N.

Y/N was the epitome of grace and beauty, with a kindness that melted even the most hardened of souls. She had captured Alastor's heart as soon as they had entered through the doors of the hotel, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. Having been newly wed, Alastor’s possessive nature seemed to rear its head often when it came to his bride. 

However, trouble brewed when Lucifer, the fallen angel and hellish king himself, began to take an seeming interest in Y/N. His smooth words and suave demeanor drew her attention, much to Alastor's dismay. Alastor’s confidence was shaken when Lucifer Morningstar began to show a keen interest in Y/N. Despite her loyalty to Alastor, Lucifer's suave demeanor and irresistible charisma stirred a jealousy deep within Alastor's demonic heart.

It has begun innocently enough, with Lucifer's smooth compliments and flirtatious gestures towards Y/N whenever they crossed paths. Then it turned to a hand atop hers or brushing hair out of her face while she worked on fixing up the hotel. At first, Alastor attempted to suppress his jealousy, masking his feelings with his trademark grin and witty remarks. But as Lucifer's advances towards Y/N became more pronounced, Alastor's facade began to crack.

One fateful evening, as the flames of Hell danced in the distance, Alastor found himself unable to contain his simmering jealousy any longer. He watched from a distance as Lucifer flirted shamelessly with Y/N, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

His once cheerful demeanor turned dark as he became increasingly passive-aggressive, making evil eyes at the short king(yes my dears, narrators can make a joke occasionally.) But still, Lucifer persisted in his advances, seemingly unfazed by Alastor's silent warnings. Y/N, momentarily stepping away at Charlie’s call for some assistance, left the two men alone in the lobby. 

“Well, well, if it isn't the charming Lucifer. Quite the show you're putting on tonight”

Lucifer smirked, “Ah, Alastor, always a pleasure to see you. And might I say, your wife looks positively radiant this evening. You picked a good one.”

Alastor forced a smile, a natural habit of his that was wearing on him. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. She does tend to have that effect, doesn't she? Though I must say, your interest in her appearance is unexpected.”

“Oh, Alastor, there's no harm in appreciating beauty when it's right in front of you. And your wife is truly a sight to behold.” Lucifer leaned closer, using his elbow to nudge Alastor in the ribs playfully; unaware of the brewing violence in the red demon before him. Or maybe he did know and elected to ignore it. Lucifer did get terribly bored. 

Alastor spoke firmly through clenched teeth “Indeed, she is. But I must warn you, Lucifer, my patience wears thin when it comes to matters of the heart.”

“Just engaging in some harmless conversation. Does that bother you?

“Of course, how silly of me to assume otherwise.” Both men quipped back and forth so sarcastically it could've been considered the eight deadly sin. 

Returning from aiding the princess, Y/N resumed her place by Alastor’s side and back into the conversation. Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Alastor put a hand on his wife’s shoulder and looked towards Y/N with a forced smile plastered on his face. "Darling, would you care for a stroll?" he offered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y/N, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her husband, nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to Lucifer. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hell, Alastor's mind seethed with anger and resentment. 

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Alastor halted abruptly and turned to face Y/N. "Tell me, my dear, what is it about Lucifer that captivates you so?" he demanded, his words laced with bitterness.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. "Alastor, what are you talking about? Lucifer is just being friendly," she protested, confusion etched on her face.

"Friendly? Yes, that's one way to put it. Though, his friendliness seems rather... focused, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N glanced at Alastor, sensing the tension in his voice. She attempted to defuse the situation with a reassuring smile.

Y/N: "Alastor, there's no need to worry. You know where my heart lies."

Alastor's smile tightened, his grip on Y/N's hand becoming just a tad too firm.

Alastor: "Of course, my dear. I'm well aware. But it's amusing, isn't it? How Lucifer seems to find you so... intriguing."

Y/N shot Alastor a puzzled look, sensing the underlying resentment in his words.

"Alastor, you're being awfully aggressive. Is something bothering you?"

Alastor's grin widened, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Lucifer.

Alastor: "Bothering me? Not at all, my dear. Just finding it fascinating how Lucifer can't seem to keep his eyes off you. Quite the dilemma, wouldn't you agree?

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and pushed her back against the wall, his grip possessive and demanding. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a dark green hue. 

"I'll show you who the better man is, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find themselves tangled in Alastor’s red locks. 

Trailing his hand up to her waist, Alastor gave it a tight squeeze that made his wife squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Deciding she had enough teasing, Y/N grabbed hold of Alastor’s cane and used its shadows to transport them to their shared bedroom. Taking the hint, Alastor walked their bodies to the king sized bed and laid down on the red silken sheets. Now with back flush against the mattress, Y/N wasted no time in relocking her lips back to her husband's. 

Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her shorts before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core. 

“Darling, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are drenching my fingers through these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Al.”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending garment from her body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole. 

“Gorgeous darling, glittering gorgeous.” Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), Y/N let out wanton moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath her as her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her lust.

"Darling, do not hide from me."

"But normally you don't want people to hear--"

"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Alastor placed it on her hip and held her in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. Being restrained by Alastor’s slick tentacles, forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time. 

The thoughts and stimulation from Alastor’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Alastor brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much. 

“Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good. That even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

That’s what did it, Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Alastor’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Just as Alastor wanted. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars. 

Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Alastor sucked on the white gold juices. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Alastor whispered darkly. 

“A temple of Aphrodite?” You question as you walk through the marbled entrance. The overwhelming smell of roses fills your senses and the honks of swans disappear as you cross into the building.

Morpheus follows closely behind. The drizzle of rain seemingly bounces off his coat and hair leaving him dry like the Sahara. On the other hand, you, the poor human with no otherworldly affiliations, were soaked to the bone. Your light jacket and sundress stuck to your skin until it became itchy and you quickly take off your jacket to dry easier in the momentary shelter. 

You miss the way Morpheus stares at your exposed shoulders and legs. His eyes run up and down your body, to the way the dress sticks to you like a second skin.

“Aphrodite loved Ares, unlike her vowed husband. But such is the game of gods.” Morpheus explains and peels his eyes away from you. 

You lean on a large pillar that supports a large brazier, one of many others. The heat helps you warm up and the shivers slowly leave your body as it dries your clothes. 

“So, Ares is… here?” You say without much confidence.

When the fates set you out on this quest to find your brother, you hadn’t even packed your lunch yet. They just threw you to the wind and then gave you Morpheus as a guide. As for him, it was so “He could get out of the house more” as his older sister has explained it to you. 

So, here you were, soaked in summer rain and sharing conversation with Dream of the Endless on a quest to find your kidnapped brother - all of which happened since this morning. The everything bagel and cream cheese you had for breakfast sat uncomfortably in your stomach, the same stomach that was screaming at you to eat something as your journey had left you to skip the midday meal. 

“Ares is behind this gate created by Aphrodite,” Dream sighs as if he were spelling out the obvious. “Yes, it is a possibility.”

You simply roll your eyes. For someone who is almost infinitely older than you, he certainly didn’t act like it. Feeling warmer and dry you started exploring the temple, running your fingers across the divots in the carved stone much like the climbing ivy that decorated the walls. 

At the end of the temple stood a magnificent statue of Aphrodite herself, wrapped in cloth and her hair flowing in the wind. Beneath her pedestal, you could make out a rectangular outline made out of large roses. 

“Hey! The door!” You exclaim in excitement. As much as you hate to admit it, Morpheus was right. He usually was right but you’d rather keep that comment to yourself, in case the ego inflates any more of his head and he drifts off. Which, would unfortunately leave you on your own to solve these puzzles. 

Morpheus appears behind you, peering over your shoulder at the door. 

“Seems like a hidden mechanism. It would be wise to not touc-”

You press your palm onto the center of the door and it gives away to the pressure of it. 

“You fool!” Morpheus seethes out and you tense. 

It seems like a trap, now that you think about it. With bated breath you wait, slowly inching yourself closer to Morpheus in hopes that the King of Dreams may be able to protect you if something were to go wrong. 

Yet, nothing. 

The door slides back into place, the sound of marble against marble scraping against each other in the otherwise completely quiet sanctuary. The quiet atmosphere stays peaceful for a few seconds but ends when a yelp escapes you when the roses suddenly go into full bloom, the petals giving a “floosh” right in your face, its sweet pollen dusting both of your bodies. You stare wide-eyed at it waiting for anything else to happen. When nothing did, you let out a sigh of relief and turn to Dream with a smile. 

“See, nothing to worry about.” You shrug with your palms facing upwards. The two of you stare back as a golden engraving appears on the door. 

“One from two, enter together.” You read out loud while trying to dust off the shimmering pollen, sneezing when some enter your nose instead. 

Great, a riddle but nothing comes to your mind as you think. Morpheus glares at you still and his eyes drift down to the palm that touched the door. 

“Your hand is glowing,” He states. 

You look down at your open palm and panic. The skin is bright pink and as Morpheus has stated, glowing. You scream at your hand and shake it aggressively. When the glowing still doesn’t reside you scream again and face the palm towards Morpheus’ face and shake it aggressively to grab his attention. 

“Enough,” He commands and grabs your wrist. The grip is stern but it doesn’t hurt and the warmth of his skin calms you down. 

It is now that you realize that the skin doesn’t actually hurt. There’s no burning sensation or pins or needles, nothing. Morpheus takes a closer look at your hand and you can feel the exhale of his breath fanning your palm. It tickles and you try to pull away, but his grip doesn’t relent. 

“What? Do you see something?” You ask, your other hand is clenched in on itself as a way of grounding yourself. 

Morpheus doesn’t entertain you with an answer and instead brings his face closer. A sound that you didn’t know you could produce comes out from your throat as you feel the warm, slick feeling of his tongue on your palm. 

“Wha..mm” Your words fall short and he licks again and a whimper leaves your lips. You look up at him, his eyes are closed as he inhales deeply.

He brings your hand to his cheek and leans into it. When you release your hand and he lets you, you see that your glowing mark has smeared to his cheek. You come in closer, nervous about marking the Endless but he stops you again. He peers at you, all silver gone from his eyes and instead blown pupils pull you deep into their voids. 

His hands find themselves around your waist and you place your hands on his chest to stop him from invading any more of your space. It doesn’t and he advances still. His brooding act doesn’t help with voicing whatever he could possibly be thinking. 

“Hey, what’s gotten into you,” You release a moan at the end when he presses his nose to the junction of your neck. The hot breath released from his mouth had your lower regions start to grow hot and slick. 

When his tongue licks the length of your neck, your fingers grasp desperately at the lapels of his jacket, holding on tight as your knee buckle beneath you. Morpheus smelled like grass after a summer thunderstorm and he stood sturdy like an old oak tree. 

You whisper his name and his grip tightens more, bruising and unforgiving. 

He groans into your neck. “Aphrodisiac.” 

Of course, Aphrodisiac, named after the goddess Aphrodite, the very goddess you are trying to please and solve her riddle. The thought crosses your mind momentarily but it is quickly cut short by Morpheus’ continued administration. The pink stain spreads further on Morpheus, anywhere and everywhere you touch him. Your cheek was pink as well, where he touched yours and markings of his tongue glowed pink as he continued his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. 

“Oh, gods,” You moan into his hair as he dives deeper towards your chest. Your body is turning hot and you can’t tell if it’s just the aphrodisiac or the way he is touching you. Perhaps it’s neither, perhaps it’s both. Either way, you can’t stop the sounds that escape your lips. 

He presses forward and you step back until your back hits the pedestal and Morpheus’ large frame follows, trapping you between a rock and a harder place. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, hot and heavy and begging to be released. 

With restraint, Morpheus pulls back and pants into your neck. Your own breath was ragged, your tongue felt heavy when you speak. 

“Please,” You whisper, your hands travel down his chest, pink smearing along his black shirt, and cup his erection. 

He looks at you now, eyes peering into your soul asking you if you really did want this. You nod, not trusting your voice for a second time. 

“Say it,” He commands again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it,” He whispers in a plea. 

You tip your head up and respond with the strength you have left. “Yes,” You murmur against his lips, barely brushing yours with his own. 

He seals the deal with a kiss and hands once again go to your waist. He grabs you, hoisting you up and your legs immediately wrap themselves around his lean torso. You impatiently grind your heat into his as he dips his hands below your dress line and moves your undergarments to the side. 

It was rushed, it was sloppy and it was nowhere near romantic, yet you’ve never felt so much excitement. No one was near but the peering gaze of the daunting Aphrodite statue made you feel exposed. Morpheus doesn’t bother to warm you up for him and the heat of his cock presses against your cunt. He pushes forward and it stings. Tears swell in your eyes at the intrusion, his cock splitting you open as he sets a rhythmic pace. 

“Forgive me, forgive me,” He chants into your ear but the words fly in one ear and out the other. The pleasure the Dream Lord was giving you more important and present in your mind. 

Your hand reaches into his hair and grabs onto his roots. A groan sings from his throat and you can’t help it when your lips connect to his Adam’s apple. You leave bruising kisses along his neck and continuously feel the vibrations of his moans, each one low and gritty. 

Morpheus felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t quickly finish the two of you off. His body felt like it was on fire and his head pounded in his skull with ideologies of fucking you until you were nothing but a pile of pleasure. When your nails grip his shoulders, he welcomes the pain and bites down on your collarbone to suppress his wanton moans. 

You were too sweet for him, a type of innocence that he didn’t want to taint. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that he did it without him even knowing. The aphrodisiac completely consumes the two of you. He loved it, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist, your grip on his hair, your moans filling the space and echoing around the temple, but were not his to take. 

“More, more, more,” You moan, head thrown back towards the ceiling and he couldn’t deny you the pleasure.

His thrusts become ferocious, slamming into you harder and harder until you were just a babbling mess in front of him. Your words range from his name to curses to simple pleas. The contractions of your cunt spasming around him make him falter for a moment but he presses on. When your orgasm reaches you, your scream is muffled by his open mouth kiss. His thrusts turn sloppy and uneven before he finishes as well and you feel the way his cock pulses within you. His semen drips out of your spent hole and mixes with your release on the polished marble floor. 

Your body deflates as the orgasm finishes and you’re left panting and leaning on Morpheus as your thighs tremble around his waist. The door behind you opens with an ungodly scrapping sound and you look behind you. Lust was still evident in your eyes but you were pulled back to the real world again. 

The aphrodisiac wore off and a blush rose high into your cheeks. You push against Morpheus’ chest not wanting to be in his space, asking him to put you down, but quickly realize that it was a bad idea when your knees buckle and you start to fall. 

Morpheus grabs onto you to steady you and you murmur a thanks, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. The aphrodisiac has made you look at Morpheus in a different light, but there were more important matters at hand. You take one steady breath and readjust your underwear and dress, Morpheus releases his grip on your arms as you go to turn towards the open door. 

Beyond the door is nothing but darkness with a slight wind blowing out towards you and the smell of metal and leather comes into your nose. Before you can go, Morpheus’ fingers wrap around your arm again. 

“Should we… talk about it?” He asks in that low voice of his. 

You look back at him, somehow finding the confidence to look at him in the eyes. You find that they are full of adoration and passion that it turns your eyes downwards again. You’ve heard the rumors of what it means to be the lover to Dream of the Endless. It is rainbows and butterflies, the world at the edge of your fingertips, but one wrong move, and you are cast away like you were less than nothing. You think of Nada, Queen of the First People, who is still condemned to Hell for declining his promise to make her queen of the Dreaming. 

It’s too much, you have your brother to save, and there is no room to talk about love. 

“Later,” You say instead. You still need his help and if the promise of ‘later’ keeps him around long enough until the end of your quest, then so be it. 

“Very well. Later,” He repeats then follows you into the realm of Ares.

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It was dark. Almost pitch black. Your arms were cold, you were just in a tank top and small pajama shorts, you rubbed your hands over them a few times before gently letting one fall to the doorknob. You shouldn’t have been there, you knew that. But sleep seemed impossible that night and the only cure you could think of was your boyfriend's warm embrace. He was surely asleep by then, but it wouldn’t hurt to surprise him. So, with your heart pounding in your chest you slowly twisted the doorknob.

The door creaked as you pushed it open. You held your breath with nervousness. You could barely see a thing. The temptation to light your wand up filled you, but you left your wand in your dorm and even if you had it, you couldn’t light it. There were four sleeping boys in the room after all.

You closed the door behind you swiftly before you began to take careful steps through the room, using your hands to guide you. His bed was the furthest from the door, unfortunately, but you could find it even in the dark. You were very familiar with it after all.

Once you reached his bed, you found his curtains were open. That wasn’t a surprise. The marauders were very close, you knew they didn’t keep many secrets from each other. Remus always told you how comfortable he felt with the boys. They were his family.

You felt around the bed to see where he was, and thankfully he was positioned more toward the other side of the mattress. You slipped into the bed and under the covers quickly. Remus shifted.

“What...?”

“It’s me, love,” you whispered. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He relaxed a bit and turned to face you. Through the darkness, you could barely see the outline of his face. But just knowing he was there looking at you made the tension in your head fade. You felt one of his hands suddenly on your waist, he used it to pull your body against his. You snuggled into him instantly.

“Bad dream?” He asked. His voice was deep, sleepy, and at that moment extremely attractive.

“No, I’m just... restless,” you answered. Your head was in his chest, you could smell his cologne and soap. It made your head spin. You were mad for him.

“Ah, well I hope I can help,” he mumbled and kissed your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head.

For some reason, it was all too much for you. The smell of him, the feeling of his arm draped over your waist, the sound of his quiet voice. Your restlessness began to fade into something different entirely. Desire. You opened your legs and moved one over his body, your thigh pressed tightly on his hip where it had been plenty of times before. You shifted again and then you felt it, his clothed cock on your clothed center. It made you hold your breath.

He wasn’t hard at first, but that quickly changed.

“Love, I thought you wanted to sleep,” he mumbled.

Suddenly you felt too hot. You moved back a bit and pulled your tank top off instantly, and your shorts right after. Though you still couldn’t clearly see his face, you knew Remus was staring at you with wide eyes. Or a smirk. Either way, he was watching. And it only made your desire grow.

“Touch me,” you breathed. “Please.”

You were desperate at that point. Your panties were soaked, your heart was racing with anticipation, and your mind was consumed by only one thought. You moved closer to Remus once again and shakily ran your fingers through his shaggy hair. You could feel his breathing pattern change.

Within a second his lips were on yours, moving fast and rough. Your stomach filled with the familiar butterflies you got when the two of you kissed and you could barely breathe. His fingertips trailed over your breasts, your stomach, and your hip, before finally settling on the back of your upper thigh, almost on your ass. He moved fast. One moment you were like that, then the next he was over you, his hand between your thighs.

You could’ve screamed from the relief his fingers gave your clit. But instead, you spoke shakily. “Close... close the curtains.”

“How about we leave them open?”

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your hand as he thrust two of his fingers inside you without warning. It was too much pleasure; you could barely contain yourself.

“I need... silencing charm... Rem.”

Remus tisked and moved his head down to your shoulder. His hot breath against your skin drove you insane. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, and you let out a whimper into your hand. Typically, you liked it when he got in that mood. He’d fuck you so hard you’d scream his name. But at that moment, in his open bed with three other boys sleeping not too many feet away, you weren’t sure. However, when he caught your lips in another heated kiss you decided relieving yourself of your restlessness was more important than decency. So, you didn’t dare stop.

His skilled fingers worked wonders on you, it was hard to keep quiet. Especially when he moved his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest... When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you had to muffle your moans with your palm. You knew through the darkness the boys couldn’t see what was happening, at least not clearly. The noises, however, could be loud and clear. You tried your hardest to stifle them.

Remus kissed his way back up to your lips, leaving behind a few marks to prove his presence. As he thrust his fingers deep inside you, you bit down on his lip to stop yourself from moaning. You could feel your orgasm approaching and it was dangerous. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, your panting was probably too loud as it was. You didn’t know if you could cum without screaming.

“Rem I- fuck- please silencing charm I can’t-” Your pleading whispers filled the air.

“Can’t what?”

You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, his other fingers still deep in you. “Can’t stay quiet. It’s too good. Please.”

He only sped up his movements and licked a line up your neck to your ear. “You think this is hard? Just wait till I fuck you.”

That was it. That sent you over the edge. You did the only thing you could think of and sunk your teeth into his shoulder as your body shook from pleasure. You held him tight as your body convulsed with waves of euphoria. Remus didn’t stutter for a second, not even when your teeth broke his skin and blood spilled into your mouth. He took it like it was nothing.

When you were done, he moved to connect your lips for a few seconds, the taste of his blood surely in his mouth too.

“Fuck that was hot,” he whispered hungrily. He ripped off your panties completely and moved to relieve himself of his boxers. “Bite me more.”

“Are you sure?” You touched the mark on his shoulder, it was swollen. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I like it rough; can I be rough?” He asked.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. The two of you had rough sex before. But for some reason, you got the impression this would be different. He was like an animal in that moment, insatiable. It made your body tingle with excitement.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Please.”

His tip brushed against your thigh, and you realized how hard it was going to be to stay quiet. You could’ve told him no, but you really didn’t want to. It was difficult, but it was exciting. So, when he began to push himself inside you, you didn’t say a word. Instead, you pulled him in for a kiss to help keep quiet as he stretched you out.

One of his hands moved down your body again, finding its place on your ass. He gripped your skin hard, his nails dug into you. And as he started his almost painfully deep and quick thrusts, he pulled you closer. The sensation was unearthly. Each thrust hit your cervix, and you were on the brink of losing all sense of your noises.

You bit down on his other shoulder, your nails dug into his back. He was fucking you so hard. You wondered if he’d cast a silent spell to make sure the bed wouldn’t rock because, at the vigorous pace, he was going, you couldn’t believe the bed wasn’t making a single sound.

Tears filled your eyes, you couldn’t breathe, it was far too much for you to remain quiet. You released his skin from your teeth and let your head fall back on his pillow. With your eyes squeezed shut, you put a hand over your mouth.

“S-Silencing charm Rem,” you breathed. Even those few words felt too loud, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please.”

He pushed himself in so far you whimpered, it hurt so good. “Yeah, yeah alright.” His breathing was far from even, and his words were unstable. He needed it too.

Silently, he closed the curtains and cast the spell. You released your breath you didn’t even know you were holding and moaned. Remus didn’t hesitate to switch things up given the new freedom of noise. He moved back on his knees and flipped you over. You gasped, but as he pulled your ass into the air you inhaled a deep breath knowing what was to come.

He fucked you so hard you cried. Your tears stained his pillows, your voice of approval and encouragement were loud. He fucked you through two more orgasms before finally letting himself get off. You loved the moans he let out as he came, and you were grateful he’d cast a silencing charm because you needed to hear him.

In the aftermath, you lay with your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair lazily, and despite how sweaty the two of you were you didn’t care to clean up. It was perfect as it was.

“Sorry if I was too much I... I don’t know,” he said after some time.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it. But I am going to be sore for probably two days so don’t try to do this again till then,” you replied with a laugh.

“You would’ve told me, right? If it was too much.” He sounded concerned, worried.

You looked up at him despite the darkness and touched a hand to his cheek. “Rem, you didn’t hurt me. Well, you did. But I wanted it. Don’t feel bad. If it was too much, I would’ve told you I promise.”

“You were crying.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, because it was so good. I love you so much, Rem. I’ve cried before during sex, remember on Valentine's Day last year?”

“Well yeah but that was different I wasn’t so... you know.”

“True, but either way I love you. And I want to do this again.” You assured him with a short kiss. “Now we should probably sleep.”

“I love you too and yeah, we probably should.”