Mordor it is.

"I can't believe you're scared of a house, I thought you weren't scared of anything. You're a tough cookie, come on already." Eddie was standing on the top of the steps staring down at you, waiting for you to finally give into his pre Halloween antics.

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to get in trouble. Why can’t we just watch a scary movie or something, like we always do?” You’re internally pleading with Eddie to drop his obsession with scaring you, he got some kind of thrill out of making you squirm and grip his hand extra tight for safety.

“Because it’s not the same, y/n. Please you know how much my Halloween traditions mean to me, I want you to do them with me this year. Come on, Scaredy-cat, I’ll keep you safe,” Eddie winked and reached out a hand.

“Fine,” you started your way up the stairs, “but I’m making you watch Pretty In Pink again,” you held his hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

“FINE,” Eddie squeezed your hand back, the sort of reassurance that he knew you needed in that moment. He secretly loved John Hughes movies, and he wasn’t that good at hiding his love for every cheesy rom com you showed him. He also secretly loved how much you loved horror movies, even if you made fun of them, it was all out of affection.

Making your way to the front door, the floorboards creaked and dread settled in your stomach the moment Eddie opened the door. It was already unlocked, just as Eddie left it the year before. Five falls ago Eddie broke in through the back door and unlocked the front door so he would have an easier way out. He enjoyed exploring these places alone, but after he met you he wanted to show you all of the places he explored in Hawkins. It was one of his love languages, watching you discover things he had grown familiar with.

Once the front door was shut and the silence of the house soaked in around you two, you spoke up, “did you want to fuck me here or something? Is that your plan?”

Eddie grinned, “you know me so well, sweetheart. But I wanted to scare you a little first.”

“You’re so mean, I’m the best girlfriend in the world. Damn you,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Damn me? Oh baby, no you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,” Eddie started to slowly back away from you and turned to run up the staircase, “Now let’s go play hide and seek, count to 30! No peeking,” he pointed at you as he moved his way up the creaky stairs in a hurry.

Your mouth was open in shock for half a second and then your brain finally caught up to his thinking. You turned to the door and covered your eyes, grumbling little remarks under your breath. You counted to thirty slowly and loudly so Eddie could hear how annoyed you sounded, you could practically picture him smirking to himself at your bratty tone.

When you were finished counting you made your way up the stairs and to your left, there was nothing in the room besides a lamp and a closet. Making your way over to the closet you feel hands grip your waist and large hands squeeze you to your boyfriend’s chest.

“Boo,” Eddie chuckled and held you tighter, his erection pushing into your back with eagerness. “See, that wasn’t so bad, you barely had time to scream,” he laughed.

“I screamed a little,” you protested, it was true you did scream a little.

“Yeah, I like going easy on you. You’re my favorite girl,” Eddie’s hands trailed down over your chest and into your skirt. “God, you’re so wet. Already? Wait,” Eddie paused and turned you around to face him, “did me scaring you turn you on or something? Not you, my little scaredy-cat, no...there’s no way.”

“Maybe I like being scared, maybe I think it’s hot. Horror movies give you boners so don’t even make fun of me right now,” you teased. It was true, horror movies made Eddie hard and being scared by your hot boyfriend turned you on, way more than you were expected too.

“Wow, big deal, so what there’s tits in horror movies. But you,” Eddie pointed a ringed finger at you, “being scared turns you on. I never would’ve expected that, you’re always surprising me. Bravo.”

Eddie began palming himself in front of you, your face grew red when you couldn’t look away. You were always surprising him, and he was always shocking you with his boldness.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Eddie said reaching for your hand for the second time tonight. This time, he was holding your hand to his crotch and rubbing it there the way he wanted. Now you two were even closer than before and making out all hot and heavy, Eddie was such a hot messy kisser and you found yourself melting into his tongue with your own. You tugged on his belt and he laughed, "patience is a virtue, baby doll."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, like you have a lot of patience," you scoffed and Eddie held up his hands in defense.

"Look I'm just teasing you, you know that," Eddie said and you glared up at him, a noticeable smile hidden under your defiant glare. "Here," Eddie reaches to unbuckle and unzip himself for you, eyes never leaving yours. Even though every time felt like the first with him, every time felt so special, he somehow found a way to still make you nervous.

"Do you remember where we first met," you blurted out just as Eddie had tossed his pants to the side. He was wearing a Motley Crue sleeveless muscle tee and blue boxers, folding his hands across his chest trying to remember the night the two of you had first crossed paths.

A lightbulb went off in his head, "oh shit, Halloween night! That's right, our first anniversary is coming up." Eddie lit up and his smile brightened and he took you into his arms and held you so tight you thought you might pass out.

You tapped his back, "can't. breathe."

Eddie loosened his grip on you, "sorry, I'm just excited."

"You don't have to apologize, I think I know how excited I make you," you said staring down at his bulge. You could feel him practically stabbing you with it in the hug, he was so painfully hard around you on a regular basis. You breathed and he had a semi, you crossed your legs and he was harder than a rock. But you didn't mind, it felt flattering and charming in the way he would have to physically move you to cover his erection in the grocery store that one time. 'Keep walking, act natural,' he had said and you had to keep your giggles to a minimum even though it was the funniest ordeal you two had gotten yourselves into in public.

"Yeah, and it's all for you, c'mere" Eddie laughed and sat down on the window seat, holding your hands and bringing you to sit in his lap. The large stained glass windows glowed around him as the street lights beamed in. For an old run down house, it did have it's own unique brand of charm. You could see why Eddie made this house a tradition, it was beautiful in a way if you looked at it from the right angles, and when the light hit it just right it felt like magic.

"Lucky me," you say and bring your lips to his, it felt like a real movie moment.

"I think I'm the lucky one," Eddie said gripping your inner thighs under your skirt. You could feel an ache for him between your thighs when he spoke in between hot and sloppy kisses.

"I need you," you said and Eddie knew what you meant immediately. He was the only person you met that you felt you could explain those things to, the only person that understood and was fascinated by your wants and needs. Eddie moved your panties to the side and pulled out his cock through his boxers, lifting you so you sat down on him perfectly. The two of you moaned in unison at the sensation.

Eddie throws both of your shirts across the room in a rushed motion, he's the eager one now. Any time he saw your breasts it was like a fuckin gift, he could've sworn he dreamed you up somehow. He licked and sucked at your nipples, hands gripping and smacking your ass, encouraging you to keep riding him. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a scream but failing when Eddie slaps your ass so hard that you swear you're going to have Eddie sized handprints marking you tomorrow. One thing about Eddie, he was a gentleman, outside of the bedroom only though.

"OW," you scratch at his shoulders and rake your fingers through his hair, tugging it a little, "you're so mean."

"You like it," Eddie stated and smacked your ass again. And he was right, you just liked being a bit of a brat sometimes.

"Mhm, I love you," you mumble into his shoulder where you rested your head, your hands hooked around his neck loosely.

“I love you, you feel so good, baby,” Eddie tugs your hair, your head and eyes rolling back in pleasure. You bounce on Eddie’s cock and he groans, just when you think your legs are about to give out Eddie grips your hips and makes you move in rhythm. Your nails rake down his back and he gropes your chest. "You're so wet for me, fuck."

“Oh fuck,” you moan into Eddie’s mouth and he laughs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing you in slow delicious circles.

“You like that, baby,” Eddie takes his fingers off your clit and puts them in your mouth, “suck.” And you do as he says, your eyes are tearing up from pleasure, he’s relentless when he’s like this.

“Mhm,” you nod and Eddie moans your name and you can feel his come and realize you had both forgotten protection.

“Oh shit,” Eddie’s eyes are big and full of fear, yours are the same. “Oh fuck,” Eddie lifts your skirt up and stares at the mess the two of you had made. He lifts you off of him softly, setting you down in his lap and leans you back so he can slip a digit into your hole, hooking it so it reaches that special spot and you gasp.

“Eddie, you’re getting distracted, this isn’t good,” you pull on his hair, a bit annoyed but still amused by him none the less.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just that you look so hot with my come, you have to admit it’s kind of sexy. I’m loosing my mind here, god, I don’t need another fuckin’ kink I have enough as it is. Jesus Christ.”

“This can’t be a regular thing, Eddie. So don’t get used to it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your face grows red because Eddie can’t stop playing with you and it feels so wrong, but it feels so right at the same time.

“But you liked it, I could tell,” Eddie smirks.

“Maybe, but only a little,” you admit.

“Yeah, I can tell you only liked it a little bit by the way your pussy is squeezing me, honey.”

“That’s not funny, this is serious. Would it kill you to be serious for one second?”

“Probably, but you love me anyways,” Eddie winks at you.

You barely refrain from making an embarrassing sound, but James seems to catch how flustered you are anyway. Smirking, he sits up straighter. "You're cute when you blush."

"Bugger off," you mutter. "Just because you're a flirt doesn't mean you're good with girls. You probably can't even tell when they're faking it."

"Really," he says, and it's a fucking challenge, you can tell, because he's got that glint in his eye that only comes out before a Quidditch game or a risky prank and oh god. "I'd be willing to bet a week's worth of Potions homework on that."

"Prongs, you're bloody terrible at Potions."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, then." He flicks your ear, and a familiar dynamic returns between you two. "Brat."

"Jerk," you mumble. But James is pretty spectacular at DADA, one of your worst subjects. Plus... Fuck, how could you turn that challenge down? James could've wagered a piece of pocket lint and you would've taken it.

"Fine," you say, and James' eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"You're agreeing?" he asks incredulously.

"I can't wait for you to fail so I can lord it over you for eternity," you tease, trying to ignore how excited you were over the idea. Over James, his teasing glances and smirks and his lips and his fingers and everything, because damned if you haven't been fantasizing about James Potter ever since you met him. "I'll wager a week of Potions homework."

"I don't need a wager from you," James dismisses, almost bouncing with excitement. "Bloody hell, darling, I didn't think you'd agree, is this a dream?"

"Someone's excited." You raise an eyebrow. "So eager to lose?"

"Oh, you're going to regret your words," he warns. "Mark my words."

You laugh, but there's something in his tone that sounds sincere. And maybe, just maybe, it turns you on. Just maybe.

"What are you waiting for, the—"

And then James is kissing you, his soft lips pressing against yours, and his fingers fist your hair and he's tugging, kissing you with such a ferocity you'd think he was starving for it.

Because he is.

James pulls away just long enough to whisper "Bed" and the two of you stumble over to his—Remus'? Sirius'? Doesn't bloody matter—bed. You gasp and laugh and arch your neck as he trails a slow path down the sensitive skin there.

"You're sure you want this?" he whispers in your ear, along with an almost tender murmur of your name.

"You have no bloody clue," you giggle, and that's more than enough confirmation for James as he tugs at your tie, undoing the buttons of your blouse enough to reveal your bra.

"Can I..."

You pull him back up to kiss him gently and murmur, "Clock's ticking, Potter. Whatever you want to do to me, you have my full permission."

Because, you know, he's going to need all the help he can get to get you to come in thirty minutes. Obviously. Not because you've been craving his touch for so goddamn long.

"So eager," James murmurs, almost laughingly, and he trails a hand down your unbuttoned shirt. In one bold movement, he pushes your bra up and exposes your breasts to the chill air of the dorm, and you let out a breathy gasp.

James stares at you for a few seconds, taking it in. Then he reaches out, flicks a nipple, and laughs at the small sound of protest you make. "You're so fucking pretty. I knew you'd be. Thought about it for s'long, but the real thing doesn't compare at all."

He thought about it?

And then James leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, teasing it gently with the edge of his teeth and soothing it with his tongue, and you whine softly. You never knew how bloody sensitive you were there.

"Your sounds, too," he muses. "I've never imagined them to be so pretty."

You're on the edge of making a sarcastic quip back but then he backs up and pushes your skirt up and oh.

"Oh," James says, mirroring your thoughts. But his voice is fused with amusement, satisfaction—with hunger. He traces a light, faint line up your thigh and at the edge of your panties, and then, oh so lightly, he presses down on where it fucking aches.

"You're so wet already, darling," he teases, and he presses down more and you gasp with how good even that slightest bit of stimulation feels. "Where are your little taunts now, hm?"

I don't know I don't know I don't know is the only thing flashing in your mind. And is it pathetic that you've become such a mess with, what, three light touches and a few kisses?

Absolutely.

Does it bother you?

Not at all.

"James," you grit out, "if you don't touch me right now, I swear—"

"Oh, there you are," he says, nonchalantly, casually, as if he isn't currently leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss through your soaked panties, as if he isn't the first person ever to turn you on so much, as if he isn't your best friend who you want so fucking badly to ruin you.

You buck your hips up to meet his touch and he pulls away, and you let out a petulant "James."

He says your name back to you in the same tone, mockingly. "Stay still now, pet. Be good."

Be good.

You shudder at his words and you pray to Merlin he doesn't notice, but of course he does.

"You like that?" A smile plays on James' lips. "Hm."

He glances at the clock that hangs above Remus' bed—so you are on James' bed, after all—and hums thoughtfully. "Only eight minutes in, and you're already such a mess. I'm starting to think I might win this bet, after all."

"Stop bloody monologuing," you plead.

"So impatient," James tsks, but he obliges and finally, finally, pulls your panties off your legs. He tosses the soaked fabric aside and taps your lips with his index finger. "Open."

You part your mouth and close your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and making eye contact with James the entire way. He knows what you're insinuating. He bloody well knows.

"Fucking tease," he mutters, and you wink at him.

When he's satisfied that his fingers are wet enough, James pulls them out of your mouth, and both your gazes are a bit glazed over with desire. He has the upper hand, though, because when he glances at you and smirks and sinks a finger into your tight cunt something in you breaks and you let out a broken gasp.

"You're so responsive," James murmurs, fucking you slowly with one finger. "I haven't even really done anything yet."

He circles your clit with his free hand, drawing deep, slow circles around your most sensitive part, and you buck your hips imperceptibly with every little touch.

"Faster," you whisper.

"What was that?" And he slows down, the bastard.

But really, what have you got to lose by a bit of begging?

"Go faster," you plead.

"Ask nicely," James teases. It's a bit of a test, too—a Do you like this? Is this alright? and your heart swells because fuck, you love this boy so much.

"Please," you breathe. Yes, it's okay, please make me feel good, James—

James smiles, slow and pretty. "All you had to do was ask."

And he starts pumping his finger in faster, leaning down to work your clit with his tongue as he finger-fucks you, and somewhere along the line he decides you're loose enough and he slips a second finger in and you gasp at the burn, at how good it feels—

His tongue is magic, you decide, because there's no conceivable way he could be making you feel that good on his own. No bloody way.

"James," you whisper, because you're getting close somehow, already, and you're well aware of how much of a hypocrite you are but you don't care. "James, oh, don't stop."

But he does, lifting his head up from where his tongue has been working magic and giving you a smirk, his lips covered in slick. "Oh, desperate, are we? Getting close, pet?"

"Maybe," you say reluctantly.

"Maybe?" James raises an eyebrow. He flicks his gaze toward the clock. "Eight minutes left. If you're only maybe getting close, then perhaps I should forfeit, hm?"

And to your horror, he actually starts drawing his fingers out, and you panic. "No! No, no, no, James, I'm close, please, don't stop."

And he laughs, flicking your clit lightly and enjoying how you squirm. "Brat," he says again.

But then he starts fucking you again, his fingers working magic, and when he leans down and presses a final, languid kiss onto your sensitive clit, you whimper out a strangled version of his name and you come, swift and bright and intense.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, because it feels so good and you're riding a high you've never felt before. No one's ever made you feel this good—not even close. "Holy shit."

But then you come down from the high and you realize that James isn't stopping.

"Ja—ah, fuck," you gasp, as your clit starts to protest from overstimulation. "Please, Merlin, oh—"

He lifts his head up but his fingers don't stop working you as he locks gazes with you, all innocent and doe-like. "What's the matter?"

"Too much," you pant. "It's—too much."

"Is it?" To emphasize, he thumbs your clit, and you gasp.

"I—"

"There's five minutes left on the clock, pet," James says, and he watches as realization dawns on your face—the unspoken price of losing the bet. "C'mon now, love, you can take it, can't you?"

And you know you could say no. You could push him away, tell him to stop, and he would do it.

But you don't want to.

You want to be good for him.

And so you nod your head and he grins so wide, so delightedly, that in that moment you would've let him do whatever the bloody hell he wanted to you.

"Good girl," he praises you, and your cunt clenches around his fingers in arousal.

James speeds up again, fucking you roughly, and you whimper as your sensitive, too sensitive cunt takes the abuse. You let out a desperate whine, squirming at every little touch as you let James utterly, thoroughly, take you apart.

"Fuck, fuck, oh god, it's—" You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as waves of pleasure start to overtake you, melting away your earlier discomfort into something sharp and desperate and familiar. "James, I'm going to—"

"Come for me, love," James murmurs, and you do, coming for the second time with a loud gasp and his name on your lips like a mantra, right as the clock hits thirty minutes exactly. "That's it, that's it, so fucking pretty, pet, you're so good for me."

You come down from your high slowly, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with every breath. You wonder what you look like—fucked out and blissed and ruined, no doubt.

You hear someone say your name. Again. And another time.

Opening your eyes, you see James hovering anxiously above you, murmuring your name worriedly. "Are you alright?"

It takes you a moment to find the right words. "I think," you say, slowly, "it's fair to say you won this bet."

He cracks a mischievous grin, and a soft touch at your chest alerts you to how he's buttoning up your shirt, oh-so-gently. "You think so?"

"Mhm." You smile back. "Guess I'm doing your Potions homework next week."

"Oh, pfft," he scoffs. "I'm already getting Wormtail to do them. Here, relax."

A wet rag sponges at your thighs and in-between your legs. It's soothing, comforting, and you sigh contentedly. But a realization hits.

"You didn't get off," you say, almost accusingly. You glance down, and sure enough, James is visibly hard. You try not to think about how much that alone turns you on.

"Don't worry about me, love."

"But—"

"Shh." James leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He gets into bed next to you, snuggling up close. "Next time, yeah? You can make it up to me next time."

Next time. You could almost cheer.

- Regulus and James are perfectly contrasting in bed. 

- Regulus is completely dominant, wanting to be in control and boss you around while James is completely submissive, wanting you to be in control and to do anything you say.

- It’s the best of both worlds. 

- James will do anything you tell him to do, desperate for praise and always wanting to please you. 

- Regulus loves to sit back in a chair and watch as you and James fuck, giving orders here and there, guiding you through it, telling you when to slow down or speed up or what to do next. 

- Regulus is very much into the master/slave dynamic, and so not every scene starts out sexual. It may begin by him telling the both of you to shut up and kneel at his feet as he works, since you had been distracting him with your talking. And then you will sit there until he is finished, and finally he will give you attention and a reward if you have been good. 

- Regulus will tell you his favorite reward to give his subs is making them orgasm over and over again till they can’t anymore, and while he enjoys that quite a bit it’s not his favorite. 

- His favorite reward is after you or James have been desperate for him all day, begging and bargaining for any sliver of sexual attention he is willing to give, and your reward is being able to touch him. All he has to do is sit back as one of you, or the both of you, begin to worship his body with enthusiasm built up over a day of no attention. 

- In the moods where you feel dominant, James loves to worship you just as much as you both love to worship Regulus. Kissing and sucking hickies over every inch you will allow him. 

- James will give you head at any oppurtunity, and is obsessed with pleasuring you, always insisting on doing that first before sex. 

- James absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink, and if you do as well, he will call you that in a soft, breathy whisper to try and distract you from whatever you’re paying attention to that’s not him until finally you snap and give him the attention he’s been craving. Even if it’s a punishment. 

- After punishments all James wants is to be held. And it doesn’t matter the punishment, or how pleasurable it may be for either of you, James is always crying by the end. 

- James gets overexcited every time you or Regulus give him a blowjob. He can barely stay still, squirming and bucking his hips when the pleasure becomes too much. Moaning and whimpering, pulling at your hair and the sheets until finally he cums, arching his back and tightening his thighs around your head. 

- James favorite way to have sex is face down, ass up, whtether it’s you or Regulus on the other end. And when it’s you or Regulus who’s the bottom, his favorite position is you riding him so you still seem dominant and on top. 

- James and Regulus both have bondage and choking kinks, and you have an assortment of silk ties and straps set aside specifically for this. 

- Regulus love sit when you ask to pleasure him, with no care for your own pleasure. Especially as a compromise for him being too busy to fuck you. Like warming his cock or blowing him under his desk while he works. 

- Regulus’ punishments are consistently spanking or orgasm denial. In the beginnign of your relationship he had tried ignoring you and James, or refusing affection as a punishment. He learned quickly that is not a good punishment for you two after James safeworded 10 minutes in and then had a subdrop. Now he refuses to deny you two affection as punishment, no matter how many rules you break. 

- If you are AFAB, Regulus and James both have intense breeding kinks, practically going feral at the thought of filling you up with their seed, and if you ever decide to have children their horniness will triple during your pregnancy. 

you’d just finished one of your o.w.l.s, and to celebrate, you, sirius, and peter were deep into an intense shit-talking session that remus pretended not to be listening in from where he sat hunched over a book. james was fluffing his hair in case he ran into lily.

“it’s a bit creepy, really,” peter whispered, throwing a genuinely concerned look at james over his shoulder. 

“the fact that he’s been practically brainwashed or the fact that he’s literally stalking her every move?” sirius shook his head in disbelief.

“the first one,” you jeered. “both. i don’t know, and i don’t care. all i know is that lily’s incorrigible and that james is out of his mind. even if she liked him back, which she doesn’t, james shouldn’t be with someone like her anyway.”

sirius raised his eyebrows at you, but peter was the one to voice what the two boys were thinking. “how much of this is you caring about prongs’ wellbeing and how much of this is you hating lily evans because you’re clearly in love with him?”

you scoffed, leaning in so you could hiss loudly at peter without being overheard. “first of all, i am not in love with james. he’s an important friend of mine; am i not allowed to care about him? secondly, i don’t hate lily evans. i just think everyone gives her too much credit. nobody holds her accountable for anything because she’s so perfect and pretty and polite and it makes me so frustrated-”

james wrapped his arms around your neck and placed his chin on the crown of your head. “what are we gossiping about over here, ladies?”

you shrugged him off your shoulders, flustered at how close he’d been to hearing your conversation. sirius gave you The Look™ and you rolled your eyes.

“what’s got you all worked up, huh?” james crouched by your chair, respecting your desire not to be touched but still wanting to be close to you. “is it snivellus again? merlin, that wanker has something against you, i swear.” james paused thoughtfully. “well, s’ppose it’s cos you hang out with us. he hates all of us.”

“nah, i think he’s got a separate qualm about me,” you muttered bitterly, knowing full well that he’d still harbored a distaste for you ever since you and lily had butted heads in third year. this was the second year he’d maintained the grudge.

“he doesn’t matter anyways,” peter reassured you, patting your knee gently. you looked up at him and smiled. peter was a sweet boy. you’d always appreciated his willingness to listen to you.

“right lads, i think it’s time to head out then.” james pushed himself upright with his hands on his thighs, brushing invisible dust off his jumper. he looked at you, voice softening. “y’coming?”

you bit back a smile, taking his extended hand and trying to ignore the butterflies that felt more like pangs and less like flutters these days. as much as you’d tried, you couldn’t push away those pesky feelings for your best friend. it was worse knowing that he was hopelessly in love with another girl.

sirius pulled remus from his cushy armchair, and the two of them murmured quietly to each other before sirius pointed at you and james’ intertwined hands and remus waggled his eyebrows suggestively. you caught them staring and flipped them off.

“woah, what was that for?” james chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest as you stepped out the portrait frame. you shivered at the momentary press of your body against his.

“pads and moony. they’re being stupid,” you explained vaguely. how were you supposed to tell james that they were mocking you for your unrequited affections?

it was sunny and cloudless out, with a ticklish breeze that would pass through every once in a while and send goosebumps up your arms. when you passed the courtyard on your way out the castle, you couldn’t help but tear yourself out of james’ arms and grab a handful of leaves to attack him with. he didn’t bother gathering a leaf pile of his own; rather, tackled you into the grass and ran his fingers up and down your torso until you conceded in painful bouts of laughter.

sirius and james had run ahead, with peter just a couple steps behind, as the five of you approached the black lake. you and remus were walking leisurely, enjoying the silence that was rare when being amongst the mauaruders. 

“so, you and james?” remus broke the silence with an oddly formal question.

you choked. “me and- you and sirius?” you fired back, desperately trying to avoid talking about how you’d perpetually be friend zoned by james potter and then have to watch as he swept away the love of his life and your semi-nemesis, lily evans.

“touché.”

leaves crunched under your feet as you and remus caught up to your three friends, who were entertaining themselves with leaves and sitting in the roots of a sturdy beech tree. to anyone else, it might’ve looked childish, but you found it endearing.

james had found a seat between two large roots and was sitting comfortably with his back against the trunk. you slid down beside him until your knees bumped. it was mindless moments of intimacy like this one, where you’d touch each other like it meant nothing, that made you get your hopes up. you cursed yourself for caving into james’ magnetic presence.

“so, how d’you reckon your exam went?” james sighed, letting himself slump against the tree carelessly. 

“oh godric, why would you bring that up?” you groaned, taking the opportunity to place your cheek on the top of james’ mop of curls, as he was so slouched that his head was below your chin.

james chuckled. “i jus’ know you’re smart, figured it would’ve gone easier for you than me.”

you poked his arm teasingly. “you’re ridiculous. james potter, admitting that somebody was better than him?”

“oi, i never said you were better than me, you’re just smart, that’s all.” he pushed himself up to shove his face closer to yours confrontationally. 

“did you like question ten, moony?” sirius snickered as he juggled an apple that he’d managed to sneak out without anybody knowing.

“oh, i loved it. give five signs that identify a werewolf,” he pitched his voice up in a poor imitation.

“d’you think you managed to get all the signs?” james asked, feigning concern. from beside him, you laughed quietly. a small smile flickered on james’ face at the sound of your happiness, and his fingers crawled over to your hand until his palm was covering the back of yours.

remus snorted. “think so. one: he’s sitting in my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name rhymes with lemus rupin…”

james and sirius laughed loudly, whereas you and lupin exchanged knowing smiles and peter didn’t show amusement whatsoever.

much like sirius, james had managed to sneak something out of the castle too. only, it wasn’t an apple, it was a snitch.

“hey, where’d you get that?” you watched james in wonder as he fiddled with the snitch like a simple toy, letting it fly a foot or so away and then snatching it back with ease. your eyes trailed over his long fingers, his knuckles that had pinkened from the chill, and the veins that ran up his forearm so tauntingly…

“nicked it,” he said offhandedly, pretending he wasn’t reveling in the attention you gave him. he’d steal a hundred more stitches and take all the detentions if it meant you’d look at him like that—with reverence, not the platonic indifference you gave all your mates.

remus, unbothered with his nose back in his book, was resting his head very close to sirius’ lap. sirius shook his head, amused by his best friend’s antics. “put that away, would’ja?”

james sighed dramatically, but pocketed the snitch. he turned and dipped his head down to get a good look at you, eyes flickering between your own curiously. your heart pounded.

“hey, prongs! look who it is.” sirius wore a no good smirk on his face.

“snivellus…” james sneered. you thought that maybe he’d drop your hand and saunter over, excited as always to make a show of their rivalry, but instead, he intertwined your fingers between his and squeezed your hand twice.

“you alright, snivellus?” james shouted. you looked at peter; the two of you knew exactly where this was going and didn’t care much for it.

snape was quick to dig through his robes for his wand, but james was faster, having already withdrawn his own. “expelliarmus!”

you squeezed james’ hand in return, a warning to not push things too far this time. everybody was exhausted from exams. you (and remus) were in no mood to de-escalate a hoard of bickering teenage boys.

“impedimenta!” james commanded, much to sirius and a growing crowd of students’ delight. you continued to hold his hand but turned your head from his to engage in a silent conversation with peter.

“how was the exam, snivelly?” james yelled.

“i was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment,” sirius said viciously. “there’ll be grease marks all over it, they won’t be able to read a word.”

you pinched your lips together to hold back a small smile. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t somewhat enjoy watching snape be put in his place.

“what was it you were saying earlier?” james made a big show of tapping his chin like he was pondering something great. “ah, i remember! that you’d score higher than our lovely girl here? pretty bird’s quite clever, y’know.”

at james’ words, you remembered what snape had said to you a few hours before the exam. you muggle, he’d spat at you like it was the worst insult he could muster up. always in my shadow, always a couple marks behind me. i don’t know why you bother showing up to exams, much less class. you’re hardly a witch. you’re hardly worth something.

you’d tried not to let it throw you off. you and snape had always been academic rivals, his distaste for you heightened by your blood status, and the animosity between the two of you had only grown once you’d found yourself on lily’s bad side. but you hadn’t been expecting something so hostile from him; at least, not before your o.w.l.s. you’d gone and told james immediately, who comforted you.

you fumed, poking your head from behind james’ body. “it’s quite cowardly, you know, that your biggest worry is being outscored by a muggle-born girl. i can’t tell which is more pathetic, the fact that you’re so freakishly obsessed with my parents or that you’re a misogynistic pig.”

the crowd that’d gathered around your friends and snape’s struggling figure chortled, and you perked up, your ego stoked.

snape glared at you with such hostility that your face pinched in a combination of confusion and disgust. he blindly felt for his wand as he sprung curses and threats upon the five of you.

james sighed theatrically. “didn’t mummy teach you manners? wash out your mouth,” he said coldly. “scourgify!”

thick, pink bubbles of soap spilled from snape’s mouth, collecting up his nostrils until he couldn’t breathe and began to choke…

“leave him ALONE!” lily appeared by snape’s side in an instant, crouching by his body.

“gd’afternoon, evans.” james’ voice darkened in richness, suddenly suave instead of piercing.

“leave him alone,” lily glared. “what’s he ever done to you?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but james held you back with a strong arm. “well, it’s more the fact that he exists, if y’know what i mean.”

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you? but all you are is an arrogant, bullying toerag. leave him alone, or i swear…”

“i’ll leave him alone if you go out with me, evans. go out with me, and i won’t lay a wand on old snivelly again.” james’ voice softened to the tone he only reserved for you, and though it was your hand he was holding, and your body he was leaning into, your heart began tearing itself into dejected, limp strings.

“i wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” lily retorted.

you were right there. you were literally right there, hopelessly in love with your best friend, who was pining after a girl who didn’t love him—or, maybe she did—when you were right there.

you were torn from your thoughts as james yelped in pain, looking down at his robes to find specks of blood splattered across his shirt. you gasped, scrambling upright to examine the cut on his cheek.

james was already pointing his wand at snape in retaliation. with a flash of light, snape was dangling by his ankle midair, his robes falling down to hang by his face as his pale legs and graying underwear were exposed. 

lily snapped. “PUT HIM DOWN!”

the crowd that had formed did not share lily’s outrage. with another flick of his wand, james released snape from his dangling position and left him petrified on the grass. “petrificus totalus!”

lily, realizing james would never let up at this rate, came storming over to the five of you. you jumped to your feet, eyes blazing with the same fury.

“you leave him alone,” she hissed spitefully.

your nose wrinkled in distaste. “and what do you want, evans? why is it that you’re always running to save your pitiful excuse of a boyfriend? he’s a fucking blood supremacist, you oblivious idiot. y’know, you are who you associate with. you wouldn’t be the first muggle born to take you-know-who’s ideology.”

lily seethed, james’ presence long gone as she turned her attention towards you. “what are you saying? are you saying i’d associate with the likes of death eaters? do you really think i’m that stupid, that i’d turn against my own identity? if anything, you’re the daft one.”

“you know what? you and snivellus can go fuck off-”

lily raised her wand menacingly, not touching it to your body but holding it at an angle pointing towards you, close enough that she could easily poke you with it at any moment. “you’re just as bad as james, y’know? a slimy, sorry excuse for a witch, picking on people to make you less ins-”

james jumped to his feet, pushing the both of you apart with a hand on each of your shoulders. sirius was on his feet as well, arms crossed and ready to intervene. the gaggle of onlookers was murmuring amongst themselves. the students of hogwarts were used to james and snape’s fights and james and lily’s arguments, but never had they witnessed the two of you throwing such scathing words at each other.

james had to admit, you did have a point.

“you’re such a hypocrite, evans,” you sneered. “you’ll look the other way while snape and his death eater buddies prey on first-year muggle borns, but explode at james and the rest of us for harmless pranks. it’s only a matter of time until snape targets you next, and i bet you’ll be all upset then, won’t you? because nobody else’s suffering matters until it affects sad, sensitive, spoiled lily evans.” you all but spat at her feet, hurling cruelties at the girl remorselessly.

“i’m a better person than you’ll ever be. severus has never done anything to you, and he’s my friend, and you need to lay off him. excuse me if i care about my friends; sorry i just want to help-”\

“i don’t need help from filthy mudbloods like her!”

you and lily froze at snape’s defiling slur. lily didn’t turn to look at snape, nor did she move, but you could see the way that she’d stopped blinking and the moisture that began to collect at the corner of her eyes. you disliked, maybe hated, lily evans, but you hated snape more.

“evans, i’m sorry, i-”

she cut you off with a haughty upturn of her chin. “i don’t want your apologies.” she turned on her heel and made towards the castle.

it was only then that james dropped your hand to chase after the redhead, his hands outstretched in the same way he’d been toying with the snitch earlier, and you stared at remus, sirius, and peter with your mouth parted in post-adrenaline shock.

you collapsed to the ground, rubbing your forehead with your hand, dizzy from the intensity of the unexpected confrontation. sirius came around to take you in his arms, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back in firm circles. the pressure calmed you.

he cooed into your ear, whispering reassurances and sweet things until you finally relaxed in his arms, letting a few quiet tears slip down your cheek. you buried your face further into your robes to hide them. if sirius felt anything, he didn’t acknowledge it.

once lily had made it up the castle stairs and threatened to hex james, the boy backed down and came jogging back to his friends. the crowd of students who’d been enthused onlookers just a few moments ago didn’t spare any of you a second glance, not caring about your wellbeing as much as they did their entertainment.

as he rounded the hill, he saw you tucked tightly against sirius’ body, whose lips were brushing over your ears in an almost loving manner. a non-platonic loving, that is. his stomach twisted. he wasn’t normally affected by lily’s rejections or snape’s dramatics, but the combined stress of the exam must’ve made him nauseous.

his eyes flickered between his friends, spread out in various locations around the beech tree. he silently asked them what had happened with a raise of his eyebrows, but peter only shrugged and lupin shook his head. when sirius caught on, he merely glared at james in the same way lily and snape had just a couple moments ago.

you didn’t even raise your head to acknowledge his presence; if anything, you burrowed yourself further into sirius’ embrace with a quiet sniffle. sirius pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead before beginning to rocking you back and forth placatingly.

james’ hands were clenched into fists. his knuckles, which had been red from the cold breeze, had turned white. his hands, which had been steady when he pointed his wand to snape, were now trembling.

“y’alright, prongs? looks like you’re gonna punch something,” remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“y-yeah. i’m fine. just, angry at snape. for… upsetting evans, that is.” lily evans could not care less about james. even as she mourned the betrayal and loss of her friend, she’d rather be alone than allow herself to be comforted by james. if he were being honest, it stung. it hurt quite a bit.

evans. you cursed. it’s always about evans. lily fucking evans. you had tried to like her, you really had. but sirius was right. you did hate her, and it wasn’t just because she was prissy and self-absorbed. it was also because you were madly in love with james, and always had been.

you tilted your head up, leaving the safety of sirius’ chest to meet his eye. your faces were close; his breath tickled your nose and you laughed breathlessly.

the look in your eyes told sirius everything he needed to know. you were in love with james potter. you were in love with james potter. it was freeing and excruciating to admit to yourself.

james cleared his throat awkwardly, and you untangled yourself from sirius, embarrassed at the unplanned moment of intimacy. both of you knew it was platonic; both of you were aware of the subject of the other person’s affection. james was an airhead. james knew none of that.

“s-so, you and sirius, huh?” he laughed shrilly, and remus looked at his oblivious friend disdainfully. even peter squinted his eyes at james in disbelief.

you stared at james, appalled, but were only able to keep a straight face for so long before catching sirius’ eyes and bursting into racocious, howling laughter.

“us? oh god, please, never-” you screeched.

“for the love of merlin- i’d rather hug my mother!” sirius cackled.

“pads is like, my annoying cousin at a family reunion.”

“nah, you’re like my bratty younger sister.”

you looked at sirius with faux offense. “younger? i’m obviously the more experienced, favorite oldest child.”

peter snorted when he saw james’ horrified-jealous face morph into a horrified-bewildered expression. james pulled his glasses from his face and wiped them haphazardly on the hem of his shirt before putting them back on, like it would help him understand more clearly. 

“what are you on, prongs? has evans finally gotten to you? have you actually turned into a brainless toerag?” sirius probed, eyes flashing not only to see what james’ reaction to lily’s showdown was, but also to gauge if he reciprocated your feelings.

“i’ve always been a bit brainless, haven’t i?” james muttered to himself as he sat on the grass in a dazed state. “i’ve got to get my eyes checked again. i’m fucking blind. oh my god, i’m such a fool,” he blabbed like he was reciting a mantra.

“you are definitely blind,” remus agreed.

“and we’ve all known you’re a fool,” sirius chimed.

you stayed silent, curling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around yourself like a protective bubble. you wished you knew how to apparate—not that it’d matter, because it wouldn’t have worked on hogwarts grounds anyway—so that you could escape whatever this was. you didn’t think you could handle another one of james’ pity parties, which he threw every time he fucked up in front of lily. lily, lily, lily.

you looked up at the leaves of the beech tree, which rustled back to you, almost like a voice saying, “you lonely sucker. your schoolgirl crush isn’t cute anymore, it’s just sad.” fuck the beech tree leaves, and fuck the breeze that was making them shake. making you shake.

a soft, wooly jumper fell atop your head, covering your eyes. you waved your hands around, trying to capture the culprit. pulling the thick knit from your head, you saw james standing sheepishly behind you with a thin tee shirt. he’d taken off his lovely blue jumper for you.

“thank you, jamie,” you croaked, voice betraying you of the emotions you were trying so desperately to hide. you chastised yourself for your poor acting.

“it’s no problem,” james said, crouching and bouncing on his haunces to reach your level, where he pulled you closer to his body with an arm around your shoulder.

“won’t you be cold?” you held your hand up to his cheek, which was beginning to turn pink. “you’re all rosy.”

james gulped. “uh, i’m not cold. i just… that’s just how my skin is, i guess. what’s it called, rosacea?”

in his peripheral, james saw remus muttering a big “yeah right,” to sirius.

“i’m being dumb.” james lifted your chin with two of his fingers pressed against the front of your jawline. “i haven’t even asked if you’re okay. i was the one who started it, but you were the one who got hurt. i’m sorry.”

you smiled sadly at james, knowing you could never be upset with him. he could be in love with somebody else and crush your heart into dust, and you still couldn’t be upset with him.

“‘m alright, thanks,” you lied. 

james frowned; he was always able to see right through you. “you don’t have to lie to me, pretty girl. don’t… feel bad. if you’re mad at me, that’s okay. i kind of deserve it.”

you huffed, feeling your heart tug at itself again. moving your head from james’ grasp and fixing your gaze to a patch of yellowing grass, you grumbled. “don’t call me that.”

“what? pretty girl? it’s true, innit?” you could hear the teasing in his voice that he was using to try and cover up his worry.

“‘s not true. not really. not like that.” you sucked air through your teeth, frustrated at how oblivious you’d been, and how oblivious james was being, and how much more intuitive the rest of your friends had been the whole time.

“what d’you mean, not true? love, don’t tell me you think-”

“stop, jamie, just stop,” you hissed, leaping to your feet and scrambling away from him like he was some type of poisonous viper. “you aren’t allowed to call me those things, not when it’s meant for evans. you don’t get to use me as some sort of replacement just because she won’t have you. it’s cruel, jamie, to pretend i’m her—haven’t you ever thought about what that’s like for me? you’re killing me, ‘cause now i’m truly deluded into thinking you’d actually see me that way when in reality, you’re just picturing lily’s face on mine.” you took a withering, shaky breath. “fuck, james, that’s selfish. that’s just mean.”

james’ face had contorted into one sputtering disaster as he tried to piece together the words that had just spouted out of your mouth, which admittedly, were not very eloquent seeing as you hadn’t been planning on pouring your heart out today.

remus groaned in exasperation, sick of his dumb, emotionally incompetent friends.

“please don’t pull an evans and walk away from me,” james pleaded, looking back at his friends for backup. they looked back at him, unimpressed.

“well? d’you have something to say or not, or may i be excused?” you clenched your jaw, sneering at the boy you loved as if you didn’t.

james hesitated, but he must’ve taken too long, because you scoffed and turned away from him, hair blowing wildly in the wind. you were still wearing his jumper. you tugged at the sleeves, annoyed at how his presence seemed to follow you wherever you went, but rather than anger, little tears beaded at your eyes.

you wiped them away with your sleeve, furious at yourself. you could hear james behind you, begging you to slow down, but you didn’t. it was pointless; he would’ve caught up regardless, with those long legs of his.

“please, wait, just-” james panted, bent over with his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath. you raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“whatever you’re about to say, save it, unless it’s a grandiose apology that ends in you groveling at my feet,” you sniffed.

james dropped to his knees. “okay, okay, i can do groveling. please, as long as you hear me out, ‘cos i was wrong earlier, when we were sitting at the tree. i said you weren’t smarter than me, but godric, you are leagues beyond me, and the fact that i thought the opposite is a testament to my stupidity, i suppose…”

“are you here to be self-deprecating, or…?”

he covered his face with his hands. “no, i’m sorry. shit, okay. i’m a bit everywhere- uh, frazzled, at the moment.”

you frowned. it was a bit awkward to be towering over james as he was practically kissing your feet; despite how angry you were with him, you hated being the source of his humiliation and negative emotions.

you sat on the grass silently, shifting so you were beside him but at a reasonable distance, not looking in his direction or acknowledging him when he picked up his head and looked at you hopefully.

“look, i’ve been blind. literally and, uh, metaphorically. i’m like that, y’know? well, yeah, y’do know; you’re my best friend.” the both of you winced when he said that.

“see, but the thing is… i realize that we’re probably not really best friends. at least, i’m hoping we’re not. ‘cos i think i’d like for you not to be my best friend, but my- my best girl. ‘cos i think i’m in love with you.”

you finally turned to james, bottom lip tucked between your teeth unsurely. you squeezed your eyes shut. “what’s my name?”

“what?”

“what’s my name?” you insisted, a sinking feeling growing in your gut.

but it was like the weight of the day lifted off your shoulders, until you felt so lightweight you thought you might float away, when your name dripped from his lips like the golden wildflower honey his mom nurtured in his backyard.

“not lily evans?” you questioned, pushing the corners of your lips down to suppress the stupid smile that threatened to ruin your entire angry act.

“not evans, i swear.” james chuckled bitterly. “think i’ve said her name enough times to meet a yearly quota. i don’t want to say her name, i wanna say yours,” he mused, daring to chase your eyes for a connection.

“why’d you run after her, then?” you muttered, wanting more than anything to believe him, but held back by all the heartbreak that he’d inflicted.

“the other option was to hold you and kiss your forehead, maybe. perhaps your nose. whatever would make you smile. but then what would you think? you’d think i loved you, and maybe you’d be scared away, and i’d rather chase evans for the sake of continuity than lose you or your friendship.”

“when?” you whispered, allowing him to take your hand in his without complaint. “when’d you realize? ‘cause i’ve been in love with you since third year, and you’ve been after evans since second.”

“fourth year, actually.” james let out a heavy huff. “probably earlier, to be honest. we both know i’m not great with feelings ‘n stuff. but i guess i could only admit it to myself after i saw you threw your coffee at malfoy when he made that comment about some first year.”

“i don’t even remember that,” you admitted, a grin slipping out.

“yeah, well i do. after that, you told him off in front of all the slytherins and i swear avery was trembling. ‘n after, you talked to that first year so sweetly, and all i could think was ‘i wish she’d care about me that much.’” when james came out of his memory and saw you smiling, his face brightened as well.

“look, there’s my favorite smile!” he cupped your cheek in one hand, running the calloused pad of his thumb over your pulled-up lips with admiration. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”

“i know,” you giggled. “you only tell me every other day.”

“well, that’s just criminal! i ‘oughta tell you that every day.” james gasped exaggeratedly. his voice lowered to a low, gravelly purr. “wouldn’t want ‘ya to forget, now would we?” 

“what’s my name, jamie?”

he laughed quietly, mumbling your name and emphasizing each with a kiss on the cheek. “did i get the answer right?”

you hummed happily. “so you can have a reward.” your voice was small but james felt it travel through his body, the kind of reaction only you could draw from him. “you can kiss me, if you’d like.”

james held back a massive grin, knowing it’d be impossible to properly kiss you if he was all smiley. he held your shoulders so gently it might as well have been a caress, and when he licked his lips and let his eyes puddle into a sea of adoration, you knew that he’d take you up on your offer.

not before he tackled you to the ground though. pushing you backward with a surprised squeak, your back hit the grass as james propped himself up with his forearms on either side of your head. and then he kissed you; he kissed you hard. it was rough and fast and full of longing. james tasted like cinnamon gum and pumpkin juice. 

you broke away from him, maintaining the connection by pressing your forehead to his, and your lips were still brushing together as you finally, finally admitted it out loud. “i love you, james potter.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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“Eddie, Steve—” You hiccup as Eddie’s hand lifts up your right leg to get a better view.

As if their brains are one, Steve sitting on the other side of you, he also grabs your thigh. Your head thumps against the bed’s headboard from the fuzzy feeling of their hands on you.

Steve coos, “Why don’t you put them a little deeper, baby? yeah, that’s it. That’s our girl.”

Our girl.

It rung through your ears and it made you whine

Steve and Eddie had been your best friends for quite some time, now. You weren’t sure how the topic arose but you expressed that you couldn’t ever make yourself cum no matter how hard you tried.

And well, they just couldn’t have that.

You curled the two fingers to reach further inside of you. Your hips bucked into the air and the sweet sound of your moans perforated their ears.

“Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Being such a good girl, gettin’ off on your fingers like that.” Eddie’s words slurred together as one—watching your slick glisten beneath your fingers.

You pant as Steve presses gentle kisses against the round bone of your shoulder. You could feel your walls clench from the sultry sound of Eddie’s moan and it vibrates on top of your skin.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gush on your fingers for us, pretty. F-Fuck—push in your fingers harder, yeah, there you go.” Steve’s encouragement and praise sends you further into the depths of your own pleasure.

Eddie’s whispering sweet nothings through your neck and Steve continues to press soft kisses. Everything became too much—their touch resonating with you was just ethereal.

“Eddie! Steve! I’m—I’m—” You cry out their names as your walls unbearingly clench. You were close, so fucking close.

But you needed more. You needed so much more.

“Aw, baby, touch your clit—yeah, take your thumb.”

Eddie leans forward, “yeah, there you go, sweetheart. Isn’t she a good girl, Steve?”

Steve could feel his cock twitch as Eddie’s voice seems deeper. “Yeah, Eds, she’s our best girl.”

Their voices and praise alone makes the edge of the coil snap—slick gushing onto your fingers and you scream their names into the hot air.

Steve hums as he grabs your hand to trace small circles on your palm. Eddie sighs—happy, though—as he reaches for your soaked lips.

He grabs some of your cum and your sensitive core makes you stutter. “E-Eddie.”

“Yes,” James breathes, bucking his hips up to meet empty air. “Siri, Sirius please, please touch me—”

“I am touching you,” Sirius reminds him laughingly, and you hum in amusement as James tries to glare at the two of you but fail because all he wants is to feel good, but you’re not touching him—

“Use your words,” you say to James.

“I—”

At this point, you probably would’ve had better luck asking James to operate heavy machinery. But he tries, tries to be good, for you and Sirius.

“Please,” James whispers, almost mournfully, and you do take pity for him—you’ve been teasing him all day, giving him subtle glances and touches during class, pulling him into closets and classrooms and kissing him roughly, palming him through his trousers before leaving him there. Sirius helped, too—all but jerking James off during Potions.

James had been all too glad to get on his knees for you when you were back in your dorm, but then you still weren’t nice at all.

“Please touch my cock, please," James begs. You and Sirius are too occupied with teasing him that you don't hear the dorm room door open and close.

"This is an interesting sight."

You jump and Sirius stiffens.

"Remus," you exclaim, whirling around and finding your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with a faintly amused look on his face. "You're back! I didn't think you'd be back so early."

"Clearly," Remus says, deadpan. He glances at you, then Sirius, then James, kneeling on the floor. Ignoring both of you, he leans down and lifts James' head up to meet his gaze. "How are you, baby?"

James lets out a frustrated whine, which is answer enough for Remus.

"Are they being mean to you, Jamie?" Remus' hand slips down, cupping James' cheek.

"Yes."

"Really?" Remus kisses his forehead, tender and gentle. "That's not very nice, is it? You think we should get them back?"

James' mouth slants into a crooked grin, and he tilts his head back, still lost in a haze of pleasure and denial. "Yes, sir."

"Oh, good boy." Remus ruffles his hair and straightens up, eyeing you and Sirius. "Strip."

"But—" Sirius begins to say.

Remus shakes his head. "Strip, or there'll be consequences."

You obey faster than Sirius, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling off your skirt, tossing them haphazardly onto James' bed. When you're down to your panties and bra, you look at Remus.

He looks back at you, expectantly.

Reaching behind your back, you make a show of unclipping your bra and letting it drop to the floor. You slide your panties off equally slowly, making eye contact with James—who's been pulled onto Remus' bed—as you do so, who stares at you with a kind of hunger.

You hear Sirius curse, and turn around. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him—it's not that you've never seen him naked before, but Merlin, if it doesn't blow you away how attractive he is every time.

"Fuck," you whisper, taking in bare skin and dark hair and just Sirius fucking Black.

"I could say the same," Sirius murmurs, all but devouring you with his gaze. "Fucking gorgeous, darling."

You both turn to Remus, who's sitting next to James, a hand wrapped around the brunet's cock and stroking him slowly. James is breathing hard, and clearly fighting the urge to buck his hips into Remus' touch.

"Kiss," Remus says, barely even looking at you and Sirius—though that isn't true in the least; he'd gotten several long, good looks at both of you when you weren't noticing—as he works James expertly.

Sirius glances at you, smirking, and leans in to capture your mouth in his. The kiss is open and sloppy and utterly filthy, and when he presses up against you to sink his fingers into your hair, you feel his cock, half-hard, against you.

Of course you grind up against him.

He groans into your mouth and laughs, murmuring, "Oh, the things you fucking do to me."

"Just kiss me," you whisper back, and he obliges.

"Sit on Sirius' bed," Remus says, and the two of you break apart long enough to obey. Sirius' bed is right next to Remus', which means the four of you are facing each other on opposite beds—allowing for Remus and James to have a perfect front-row view.

Remus pauses for a bit, thoughtful, then says your name. "Suck him off."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, pet. Go make him feel good with your mouth," Remus instructs, and Sirius exhales with arousal. "Be a good girl and suck him off for me, hm?"

Fuck, Remus could make you feel so submissive so easily. With James, it's easy to switch—both of you enjoy both roles equally, and it's almost second nature for you two to fall into opposing roles. With Sirius, it's more fun subbing, but when you do manage to have him on his knees for you, it's quite a sight.

But Remus?

Remus could have you on your knees and begging with a single word.

So you drop to your knees and Sirius spreads his legs, and you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head and working his shaft. He groans with pleasure, fisting your hair in his hands. "Fuck, your mouth's bloody magical."

James lets out a small sound as Remus' hand speeds up on his cock, going from slow, torturously teasing strokes to a rhythmic thrusting. Remus' own trousers are getting a bit too tight for comfort as he watches James fall apart, Sirius' head tilting back in pleasure, and you working Sirius' cock. It's a sight out of the world's filthiest wet dream.

"Sirius," Remus says. "You'll tell me when you're close."

"Yes, okay, oh, fuck—"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir," Sirius pants as you take him all the way into your mouth, his cock almost gagging you as it pushes against the back of your throat. But you don't gag—the boys had made sure of that.

"Fuck her throat," Remus orders, and the words had barely left his mouth when Sirius tightens his grip on your hair and begins thrusting into your mouth, using your throat like nothing but a hole, and you moan.

"Oh, she fucking likes that," Sirius murmurs, chasing his own pleasure as he gives you yours.

"Such a little whore," Remus agrees. "Don't you think so, James?"

His hand speeds up on James, and the boy cries out. "I—"

"Answer me," Remus says, and he thumbs the tip of James' cock harshly, eliciting a sensitive gasp from the other.

"Yes," James exhales, "fuck, fuck, sir, can I come?"

"Mm," Remus says. Then he stops moving his hand. "No."

"Fuck," James whimpers, bucking his hips slightly to chase a touch that isn't there. Arousal sparks in your gut at your boyfriend's desperate sound, and you moan around Sirius' cock.

"So pretty," Sirius coos, fucking your throat without abandon—and then: "Fuck, 'm close, bloody hell—"

"Stop," Remus says, almost bored, and Sirius makes the same sound James did, only breathier and frustrated instead of mournful, and his hips still. "Good boy."

Then Remus says your name, and you pull off Sirius' cock, turning around to look at him. "I want you to ride him, love."

"Okay," you agree, breathless with want.

"Here's the catch." Remus' hand wraps around James' cock again, and the brunet gasps. "None of you can come until I give permission."

"Okay," Sirius parrots, eyes already flickering towards you in desire.

"I'm not done yet," Remus snaps. "I'll only give permission if two of you ask for me to allow the third to come. Doesn't work if you beg for yourself. Doesn't work if only one other person asks. I want to hear both, understood?"

Fuck.

"Yes, sir," you murmur, and you hear Sirius and James echo the sentiment. You're beginning to regret teasing James for so long earlier—no way he's going to be nice to you. The smirk he sends you now confirms that theory.

"Good," Remus praises. "Sirius, get on the bed."

Sirius does, and you clamber on after him, already soaked from the anticipation. You're so keyed up, you won't last long at all, and as you lower yourself onto Sirius' cock, the sound he makes is enough to have you dripping.

"You feel so fucking good, love," Sirius murmurs heatedly, hands coming to rest on either side of your hips, almost possessively. You lean down and kiss him, deeply, as you begin to move your hips, and he gasps into the kiss.

You can hear James moan from the other bed, and the sound of Remus' belt unbuckling. Pulling away from Sirius, you watch as Remus directs James' mouth onto his cock. Fuck, that was a sight.

Remus locks eyes with you, his gaze dark and turned on and ridiculously fucking hot. "Ride him faster, pet. Make him beg."

"No, be nice," Sirius objects, but then you start moving your hips in circles and he gasps with the pleasure that courses through him. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

James whines around Remus' cock as he watches the two of you, and Remus reaches down to grip the boy's soft curls of hair. "Getting all worked up watching 'em have fun, hm? Keep being good and make me feel nice, alright, baby? Then you can have your fun."

"Mm," James hums in assent.

"Fuck," you whisper, as Sirius' cock drags across that one spot that made you want to cry with pleasure. Combined with what was essentially hours of foreplay, you couldn't help but blurt, "Close, 'm close, fuck, please, can I come?"

"That fast?" Remus asks patronizingly, then sighs with mock disappointment. "Well, it's up to them, isn't it?"

"Let her come," Sirius says, immediately.

"James?" Remus checks.

James doesn't pull off of Remus, but his eyes glint and he shakes his head slightly.

"No?" Remus sounds amused.

"James—" you gasp.

James pulls off long enough to confirm, "No."

Fuck.

"Stop," Remus orders you, and you whine, already chasing your own release with a vengeance. "Sirius, stop her."

Firm hands grab onto your hips and stop them from moving, and you could almost cry.

"Spank her a few times," Remus says. "Hard."

Sirius doesn't look sympathetic at all as he delivers several hard slaps to your thighs and your ass, each impact leaving a stinging red mark and drawing a whine from your throat. It leaves you aching, hurting, wanting more.

"Fuckin' pathetic," Remus scoffs, and James hums in agreement around Remus' cock. "So desperate for an orgasm that you're willing to disobey? Start riding him again. This time, you don't get to even ask for permission. James can ask for you."

Cruel bastard. Sly, genius, cruel bastard.

You start moving your hips again, and Sirius groans with pleasure at the stimulation. This time, you're careful not to let the tip of his cock brush that fucking spot inside of you, but Remus catches on. Of course he catches on.

"Sirius, grab her hips and tug her forward."

"No, no, please," you plead, because you know it's going to be too much, but Sirius only winks at you and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls you closer to him, and you cry out as his cock nestles right where it makes you see stars.

"I won't ask again, pet." Remus' voice is strained from pleasure, from the sight of you and Sirius and from James' skilled mouth. "Be good, or I'll ask Sirius to fuck James while he sucks me off and make you watch, and you won't get to fucking touch at all. Go to bed all needy and aching, and we might not even touch you for a week."

You want to cry. You want to kiss him. You don't know.

"Now ride Sirius, baby." You do, every movement of your hips and shallow thrust of his cock into you torture in and of itself, dragging laboriously against the inside of your cunt and sparking overwhelming pleasure with every twitch. Too much.

But you speed up, bouncing faster on Sirius' cock, until he's gasping and moaning with every movement and gripping your hips so tight they'll almost certainly bruise come morning.

"Can I come?" Sirius gasps.

"Yes," you almost beg. "Sirius, Sirius, please."

James nods around Remus, and Remus gives him permission, and Sirius moans as he spills into you, filling you up so fucking deliciously, and you help him through the orgasm even though the only thing you want is release of your own.

The sight is enough to have Remus groaning as well, releasing into James' mouth, who makes a show of swallowing every drop.

"Good boy," Remus praises him, and you whine—you want to be good, too.

Then Sirius is tapping at your hip and you're easing off him, his release dripping out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs.

"Oh, poor thing," Sirius murmurs as he watches how your eyes widen with desperation and want.

"Touch her," Remus urges him, and he does, sinking two fingers into your cunt in one smooth movement and making you gasp. "That's it, pet. Make those pretty, pathetic noises for us."

"Please," you whimper, flicking your gaze over to James.

"Please?" he echoes, mischief dancing in his eyes. Sirius crooks his fingers just right and you arch your back, whining from the pleasure and desperation. Tears prickle at your eyes and you let them fall as sensations overwhelm you, too much of everything all at once.

Finally, the brunet takes pity on you.

"Can she come?" he asks Remus.

"Let her come," Sirius agrees, even as he fucks his fingers in and out of you even rougher and you almost choke on a cry, bucking your hips into the sensation.

"Please," you gasp, shooting one last pleading look at Remus.

"She can come," Remus relents, and Sirius curls his fingers and you scream as you orgasm, almost blacking out from the ecstatic pleasure that courses through you. Your hips stutter and Sirius fucks you through your orgasm, until everything cools and you start whining with the overstimulation.

"Alright, enough," Remus says, and Sirius withdraws his fingers, covered in your fluids and his, and he licks them clean as he maintains eye contact with you. And then he winks.

Then Remus says your name, and you look over. "You gotta repay the favor now, baby. James hasn't come yet."

You look at James, whose cock is still hard and aching, whose eyes no longer sparkle with mischief but with the very same desperation you'd displayed minutes ago.

Someone joined the two of you in the doorway, and you heard Remus muttering something to them. Looking up, you saw James, who swiped his thumbs under your eyes with a soft smile on his face.

“Right mess you’re in, aren’t you?” He said sympathetically. “Pads is off organising a room for the afternoon, we’ll have you feeling better in no time, okay?”

Remus supported you with an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean on him as the three of you slowly made your way upstairs. Once you reached the room, with Sirius planting a firm kiss on your forehead, you were sat on the edge of the bed with your three boys around you.

James untied your boots and eased them off, while Remus made sure to avoid hurting your elbow as he removed the coat. Then, Sirius reappeared with a hot chocolate to distract you from the sting as they gently pulled off your tights.

James rubbed the knee that wasn’t bleeding, holding one of your hands in his. You were a lot warmer now, and much more comfortable, but the sting still had tears falling down your face. “Jamie, it hurts a lot.” You whimpered, gripping his hand even more tightly.

“I know, sweetheart. How about some chocolate, yeah? Would that cheer you up?” You nodded blearily as Remus tsked, shaking his head.

“She’ll never go to sleep with that in her.” He sighed. You frowned, indignant.

“Hey! M’ not a baby.” Sirius laughed, and you swore James was hiding a smile in your hair. “I’m not!”

“Of course not, how could we insinuate such a thing?” Sirius grinned. You pouted, sure that he was mocking you.

Remus was focused on using a wipe to clear away the excess blood. As he swiped the material over a particularly sensitive spot, you jolted, yelping, and would’ve kicked him in the face if he hadn’t caught your ankle just in time. “Watch it, please.” He said firmly.

“Mate, you’re hurting her.” James said measuredly. Remus looked up, eyebrows raised.

“At least I’m doing something apart from teasing the little thing, James. Want to take care of that cut on her face?” Your hand flew up to touch the affected spot, suddenly remembering it again.

“Ouch.”

“We’ll have it fixed in no time, puppy.” Sirius said, turning your jaw to face him. “No touching, come on.” Using another wipe, he cleaned the area around the cut with great precision. James cast a healing spell on your elbow while you were distracted, and with a painful click that had you bursting into a fresh round of tears, it was all better. James gave you your chocolate, at least.

Remus was almost done with your knee, and the warmth of the room had well and truly seeped into your body now, so you felt quite content sitting between James and Sirius as they kissed away every tear that rolled down your cheeks until there were no more. You got the distinct impression that, despite his regular utterances of ‘attagirl’, Remus wasn’t quite happy about your decision to come and join them in Hogsmeade, against their rules. Perhaps James and Sirius were willing to forget as soon as you’d walked in looking so downtrodden, but with every sniffle and symptom of your cold you showed, you could see him winding up to scold you. It wasn’t exactly something you looked forward to.

Finally, a moment after Sirius and James had disappeared for more drinks, he lay a Band-Aid across your knee and kissed it for extra measure. Looking up, he noticed your worried expression with a quizzical smirk.

“Something wrong, bunny?”

“I think you’re angry with me.” Was your response. Remus tilted his head, still sitting in front of your legs. You bit your lip. “Are you?”

“Angry? Not really.” He said, rubbing his thumb over your hand as he held it. “I’m not pleased with your choice to disobey me, though- it’s becoming a bit of a problem, my love.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No, I don’t-“

“That wasn’t a question.” He stood up, now towering over you. “Usually I would’ve spanked your bottom raw for being so disobedient, but given that you’ve already been hurt by your actions-“ He gestured down at your leg, “And you’re still unwell, I’m going to do things a little differently.”

The door opened, and Sirius and James walked in holding four butter-beers. “How are we feeling?” The latter asked, putting his drinks down and smiling at you. You returned it tentatively.

“Good. I’m just about to tell her what the consequences are for her actions.” Remus replied. He returned his gaze to your face. “Next time there’s a Hogsmeade weekend, you and I are going to stay in and do homework.”

“What?” You wiped your nose frustratedly, ignoring the handkerchief Sirius offered your way. “That’s so unfair.”

“Is it? Please, tell me how, bunny.” Remus narrowed his eyes. “We offered to stay with you today, but you refused, so I’m not up for any more nonsense about us ‘abandoning you’, clear?” You stared up at him in sullen silence. Remus squatted down in front of you, landing a swift slap to your outer thigh that was more of a warning than actually painful. Still, you felt that some reaction was warranted.

“Ow!” You yelped.

“Relax, that didn’t hurt. Now, answer my question, please.” At your furrowed eyebrows, Remus repeated it patiently.

“Yes, clear.” You said, sniffling again. “‘M’sorry.”