Thanks to @drazhaq for this superb fanart illustrating Lucifer's childbirth in chapter 12 of my fanfiction "The Doe King"
"ARGH!"
Lucifer's sudden scream made Alastor jump up immediately, ready to help his doe, but the angel was simply curled up on his belly, grimacing.
"Ow… ow… damn…" he groaned as the contraction lasted longer than the others.
He suddenly felt a hand in his hair and the other resting on his belly.
" It's all right. Labor is progressing." the Sinner assured, smiling nervously, drawing Lucifer's attention to him. " Breathe calmly, mon ange, and I'll examine you as soon as the contraction passes."
Lucifer nodded, resuming Alastor's rhythm, caressing his belly to try and relax his muscles as the Overlord checked his watch.
August 18th; 9:04 AM
It had been about nine hours since Lucifer's water broke. If Alastor remembered correctly what Belphegor had told him, they would soon enter the active phase of labor, and contractions would only become stronger and more frequent. He had to get used to seeing Lucifer in pain…
just another morning
oct 26 ⋆ free use / aftercare
poly!marauders x reader
summary: a typical morning ever since you’ve given your adoring boyfriends free use of your body ♱ 1.8k
warnings: 18+ mdni, free use, somnophilia, spit as lube, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, cock warming, aftercare, fem!reader wears a dress, as twovials says everyone subs for remus
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note: i love this one 🫦
You’re roused by someone kneeling between your legs. His long cock, slick with his own spit, prods at your entrance. Slowly sinking into your warm and welcoming hole.
A low whine stirs in your throat, and you’re not quite awake enough yet to open your eyes. You’re disoriented, lost in a dream-drunk haze, making it ever so hard to make sense of the warm sensation between your legs. All you know is that it’s divine.
“Shh, darling,” he whispers, pressing sweet, soothing kisses to your lips. He stills his hips, allowing you a moment to adjust both to his size and the morning light.
“Rem,” you moan, recognizing him by the feeling of his lips on yours, and how deeply his cock spears you. Your voice is hoarse with sleep, which he finds adorable, his heart swelling with affection.
Your eyes flutter open, meeting Remus’s warm brown irises and even warmer smile. Messy strands of his mousy hair fall over his forehead as he leans over you, half concealing the faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes.
“G’morning,” he murmurs, beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Heat rushes to your core, and you start to breathe in pants as the delicious grind of his hard cock against your gummy walls fully drags you out from your slumber.
Remus supports his weight with his forearm pressed into the mattress by your head, his hand lovingly cradling your face. His other arm snakes beneath you. With his palm flat against your lower back, he presses your naked body firmly into his. Your arms wrap around his middle, too, your nails lightly scratching at his skin.
Remus grunts, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusts. He drops his head to your shoulder to nip at your collarbone. Over his head, you see James watching from the bathroom doorway as he brushes his teeth. When his hazel eyes meet yours, he winks. Shortly after, he disappears into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
Later, Remus finishes inside you as your walls clench around him, pulsing from your first—and definitely not your last—release of the day.
Remus cradles you against his chest, whispering sweet praise and inviting you to go back to sleep. But he’s woken you up now, and you can hear the shower running. The warm water calls to you, so you leave Remus with a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Jamie?” you murmur as you stumble into the steamy bathroom. He’s already on you by the time the first syllable slips past your lips, tugging you by the wrist under the spray of the shower with him.
“Hi, love,” he says, grinning. He hugs you tightly from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. You lean your head back to look at him, and he plants a minty kiss on your lips. “Moony didn’t wake you too early, did he?”
“No, ‘m fine,” you sigh, content. The warm water feels wonderful on your skin, and so do James’s hands as they skate across it, tracing arbitrary patterns.
“I bet you are,” James hums teasingly. One of his hands slowly drifts south. You gasp as his fingers part your folds. Remus’s cum is still warm inside of you, and James groans as he spreads it around, his fingers brushing over your clit with every pass.
Whiny, helpless little noises slip past your lips as James teases you. You’re still sensitive from when Remus fucked you mere minutes ago, which James considers, but ultimately it only makes him want you more.
He spins you around to face him, and he walks you back until your skin comes into contact with the shower tiles. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth because the smooth tiles are unexpectedly cold, but James quickly distracts you from it.
He hikes one of your legs around his hip and continues playing with your clit with his thumb.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, eyes raking over your bare body, mesmerized. Water droplets glisten on your skin as he watches the heavy rise and fall of your chest.
He guides his cock between your folds, circling the head around the sensitive bud before burying himself in your sweet pussy. You moan his name as he begins pounding into you, and you’re glad Remus had you first. Remus is long, but James is thicker, and having him first made it easier for your walls to accommodate James’s girth now, especially with how ruthless James is in his movements.
James has you in the shower until the water runs cold, your fingers have shriveled up like raisins, and the noises you make are nothing but whiny babbles. He has a hand pressed against your pelvis, and his thumb is rubbing tight circles on your clit. It’s already made you cum for him once, and he’s yet to stop. It’s a little overwhelming, enough to make your legs shake.
You bury your hands in his wet mop of hair as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking greedily. The combined sensations draw out another orgasm from you.
“Gonna fill you up, love,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he nears his own release.
A broken “please” falls from your lips, and with one final, powerful thrust, his hips stall, and you feel his warm release coat your inner walls.
“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “So good.”
He helps you clean up under the water afterward. It’s slightly uncomfortable since it’s no longer warm, which is why he works quickly, but gently, so that he can wrap you in a fluffy towel and warm you back up with fast strokes of his hands over your goosebump riddled arms.
James continues to take care of you. Applying your morning skincare while you sit on the sink, styling your hair while shooting you occasional warm smiles in the mirror, and even dressing you. He picks out a flowy little dress for you to wear, and that’s it. Wearing short dresses around your home, with nothing underneath, is something you’ve grown accustomed to. It stirs up a certain warmth in your tummy, and your boys love it. Easy access, and all that.
“Beautiful,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leading you to the kitchen. He sits you down on one of the stools while he starts preparing breakfast for the four of you. Remus is in the kitchen too, brewing James’s coffee and putting a kettle on for himself.
You squeal when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around your waist. Sirius tucks his face into the crook of your neck, attacking you with kisses.
“Good morning, baby,” Sirius says, his voice muffled by your neck.
You giggle, the vibrations from his words against your skin tickling you.
Sirius lifts you from your stool, planting your feet flat on the ground next to it. His hands roam your body, running up and down your sides, massaging your shoulders a bit, sharply smacking your ass.
Your yelp prompts James to cast him a sideways glance. “Careful with her, Pads. She’s had quite the morning already.”
“Yeah. I heard,” Sirius smirks, and a heat to rushes to your cheeks. You’re sure overhearing Remus and James have their ways with you is what has Sirius so worked up—a little jealous, probably—as he pushes your dress up and over your hips. “Bend over for me, sweetheart,” he instructs, and you do as he says. Bracing yourself over the counter.
Remus keeps his eyes on you the entire time Sirius fucks you, casually sipping his morning tea as if he’s not rock hard in his trousers. You try your best to hold that eye contact, even with your cheek smooshed against the granite by Sirius’s hand in your hair.
Sirius angles his hips so that the thick head of his cock bumps into that sensitive, spongy spot with every thrust. Your legs shake violently, and if it weren’t for the counter and Sirius’s bruising hold on your hips, you’re not sure you’d still be standing.
An arm circles your waist. Sirius’s fingers dip between your folds, and you cry out in pleasure as he circles your clit.
“Gonna cum for me?” Sirius asks in that heady voice that makes you feel dizzy.
James is finished cooking breakfast by then. He passes by with plates of food, placing them on the wooden table in the corner of the room. On his way back, he stops at your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. When he straightens back out, Sirius grabs him by his shirt and tugs him into a sloppy kiss. James threads his fingers through Sirius’s dark hair, pulling on it sharply. Sirius promptly cums inside of you, and your orgasm follows shortly after.
James has a smug little smirk on his lips as he finishes setting the table, but Sirius is only focused on watching his cum leak down your thighs.
With two fingers, he collects the creamy liquid and stuffs it back in your poor, overused hole.
A broken whine parts your lips, and Remus, still watching, frowns. Sirius’s fingers brush across your oversensitive clit, and your whole body shudders violently.
Sirius chuckles, but Remus takes pity on you.
“Enough teasing her,” he says, putting down his mug.
“She’s still eager for it, the way she’s squeezing my fingers,” Sirius responds, pumping them inside you again.
Remus sighs. “Come here, lovely,” he says in a gentle command, opening his arms.
Sirius is quick to let you go, knowing it’s a command for him as much as it is for you. You melt into Remus’s embrace, his long arms enveloping you in his warmth.
Remus presses his lips to the crown of your head. “That true?” he murmurs. “Still want more after we’ve all fucked you?”
You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. A low chuckle rumbles through him.
Remus guides you to the table to enjoy the delicious breakfast James made for everyone, and to sit you down on his cock, hard still from watching you take Sirius’s.
As you sit pretty on Remus’s length, your boys dote on you. Remus rubs any tension from your shoulders, peppering little kisses on the back of your neck as he does. Sirius whispers sweet nothings to you as he massages your scalp. The sensation is so delightful, you have to fight your eyes from rolling back so you can focus on the breakfast James feeds you. And the syrupy kisses he gives you between bites of pancake.
It’s pure bliss, and whether or not you’ve always been a morning person, you sure are now.
every reblog and comment means the world <3 i’d love to hear your thoughts
Hi! I see you wrote that you’re going to start writing for Marauders? I was wondering if maybe you could write a fic where the reader is dating one of the boys and they keep doing stuff in front of the others, and the others are all frustrated and horny? You can decline if you want!
don’t look | poly!marauders
pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader, remus lupin x fem!reader
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), voyeurism, language
part 2
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Remus was never shy around his friends, but he wasn’t decent, either. He didn’t understand what the big deal was about fucking you when they were around. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he didn’t care if James or Sirius heard you, as long as they didn’t look.
He started touching you when they were around, causing you to blush and push him off of you.
“Relax, Y/N, they don’t care,” he said.
“I care,” you retorted, “you aren’t gonna rub me off in front of everyone in this dorm room.”
“Why not?” he pouted, continuing his actions no matter what. It felt too good to stop him, and besides, what did you have to be ashamed of? You always spoke of sex positivity, and it isn’t anything the other boys haven’t heard before.
When Sirius and James started to hear your whimpers, they looked over at you from their beds, and Remus glared at them.
“What the fuck are you two looking at?” he asked, slowly inserting a finger into your hole.
“Fuck do you mean?” James asked, “you’re fucking her in front of us.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re allowed to see her like this,” Remus replied, and that was enough to make it clear to the boys that they were not to look at you when they heard Remus work you up.
But there you were, spread eagle on the couch, Remus’s tongue inside of you while his thumb circled and flicked at your bud.
You couldn’t stop the moans that poured out of your lips, your hands pulling at Remus’ hair, causing him to moan into your hole.
“Shit, Rem,” you sighed out, whines and whimpers filling up the room.
Sirius was sat across from you, trying his hardest to keep his attention on the books in his lap.
You let out a particularly filthy moan, and Sirius couldn’t help but sneak a peek. You threw your head back, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He thought you looked so pretty.
Remus had his back turned to Sirius since he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, so Sirius saw no issue in keeping his gaze on you.
Remus ate you like a man starved, gripping your thighs to keep them open as you pushed his head closer to your cunt.
Your moans were growling louder, and you were completely unashamed of it. “Rem!” you squealed as the feeling grew and grew.
You tilted your head down to watch Remus eat you, and your eyes caught Sirius’ on the way down. He was looking straight at you. You thought about maybe signaling to Remus, but you honestly didn’t care. “Don’t look” was Remus’ rule, not yours, and besides, Sirius was hot.
You whined as you stared Sirius, Remus’s fingers moving faster and faster as you began to clench around his tongue. Your high hit you like a train, and you fought to keep your eyes open and trained on Sirius.
Sirius shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable in his pants, as he watched you come and then come down from your high. Your breathing started to still and Remus looked up at you, noticing you staring forward. He whipped his head around, making direct eye contact with Sirius.
“Sirius!” he screamed.
Sirius shot up and leaped over the couch, running out of the room as Remus chased him.
poly!wolfstar x afab!reader who is very good at ignoring Sirius [611 words]
CW: fem!reader, p in v intercourse, explicit sexual content, pure smut, porn without plot, thinly veiled degradation if you squint, Sirius has an ignore kink, Remus likes to watch Sirius be ignored, based off of the idea from this anon
Remus stroked himself lazily with a cruel smirk on his face as he watched Sirius become desperate, a whimper nearly falling from the long-haired boy's lips as he readjusted his bruising grip on your waist and pounded into you with renewed vigour.
“How’re you doing there, dove?” Remus asked lowly, fighting back a chuckle at Sirius’ broken laugh turned cry when he couldn’t even manage to get attention from Remus right now.
You looked over as though you were surprised that you had company at all.
“Not too bad,” you replied evenly, “almost done the chapter, actually.”
You held the novel up as if to prove your point, paying no mind to the fact that your current seat was Sirius’ lap as he thrusted up into you.
“Yeah?” Remus continued, vowels stretched and consonants breathy as he thumbed a bead of precum from the tip of his cock before spreading it over the rest of his shaft. “How’re you enjoying it?”
You made a displeased so-so sound as you tilted your head back and forth, causing Sirius’ brows to furrow as he let out a pained whimper.
“I expected more, honestly.” You offered flippantly. “Found myself nearly bored; it could hardly keep my attention.”
Sirius nearly wailed before he pulled you roughly down onto his cock, holding you there in a way that had even Remus’ balls tightening at how impossibly deep his boyfriend was currently inside of you. But he couldn’t bring himself to be jealous of Sirius, not when you so expertly recovered from what Remus was sure was about to be a moan of pleasure that you turned into a disappointed sigh.
Remus quickened the strokes on his own cock as Sirius returned to a steady rhythm from beneath you; he didn’t know how you could manage to continue ‘reading’ without getting motion sickness at the constant up and down, but he figured you had your motives.
Your skirt was bunched up around your waist, crumpled between Sirius’ tight fists in the bruising grip he had on your sides as he worked you over his cock, drops of sweat trailing down his jaw that caused the hairs that had fallen loose early on in his desperation for your attention to stick to his face; black tendrils of hair plastered in high contrast to his alabaster skin that was taking on a beautiful pinkish hue.
Remus pitied him.
“Awe dovey, come on. Is he not being a good boy for you?” He cooed near pathetically.
Your brows furrowed. “Who?”
Sirius let out a choked sound as his head fell back in agony.
A similar sound nearly fell from Remus’ own lips as the sound produced another bead of precum, further slicking up his throbbing cock.
“You’re making him feel so good, babydove. Isn’t she Sirius?” Remus narrated, earning him eager and enthusiastic head nods from your boyfriend who you still weren’t paying any mind.
You merely smiled over at Remus as you chewed none too innocently on your bottom lip.
“You’re really not gonna acknowledge him?” He chuckled.
You made a sound as though you were thinking about it causing Sirius to nearly pant like a fucking dog.
“Maybe next time.”
Sirius made a broken sound as his movements stuttered, managing two more quick pumps up into you before he was cumming with a cry.
He caught his breath by resting his forehead against the space between your shoulder blades, and you allowed him the respite.
Remus didn’t.
“Alright Pads, hand ‘er over.” Remus said as he stood, kicking his trousers off the rest of the way before he was pulling you up off of Sirius’ cock. “My turn.”
you know what I can’t get outta my mind? an image of one of the marauders fucking you and during it the others walk in. and instead of like being taken aback or anything, they just walk in and do stuff like normal. they talk with the one fucking you, ask about specific things.
but I have a feeling if it were James. The ones walking in the room would tease and get him all subby 🩵😁
Sirius:
You were so lost in the rhythmic way Sirius' hips were slapping against yours as he held your head back by your hair wrapped around his fist that you hadn't even heard the door to the boys dormitory open.
"Oi, Pads; what'd you get on the herbology assignment?" James called suddenly; your elbows and knees nearly gave out in surprise but one of Sirius' hands were gripping your hip bone punishingly and the other still had your hair, keeping you upright as his thrusts never slowed.
"Outstanding." Sirius said with a breathless chuckle, no doubt shooting a salacious wink at his friends.
"Bloody hell." Peter muttered miserably as you heard his bag fall to the floor. "I'm going to fail herbology."
Sirius let go of your hair, allowing your face to fall forward where you stationed it between your elbows, relishing in the feeling of him slowing his thrusts down slightly before draping his body protectively over your back. "Sorry gorgeous, are you almost done or do you wanna stop?" He whispered into your shoulder, rolling his hips softly as his cock hit that spot perfectly with each thrust.
You could only manage a small whimper at that, causing Sirius to chuckle.
"You okay with a show?"
You nodded quickly, pushing your hips back into Sirius' causing him to let out a bark of laughter as he straightened himself back up and returned to his punishing pace, reaching a hand underneath you to rub circles over your clit.
"Oh, and hi Y/N." Remus called; smirk evident in his voice as he sat on his own bed.
"Looking good, beautiful." James added as Peter wolf-whistled at you.
Remus:
Your were muttering nonsensically as Remus worked to position himself just right; both your legs thrown over his shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you.
No matter that you'd already cum three times, no matter that quidditch practice was going to be over any damn minute, he wanted another.
"Come on, baby girl; help me out here." He teased, lifting your hips up with ease and allowing him to sink that much deeper into you as he finally found the spot he was looking for.
He was alerted to this discovery by your answering cry of pleasure.
"There we go; fucking look at you, you're bloody perfect." He grunted as he picked up his pace, pressing placating kisses to your calves.
"Told you he'd still be going at it." Sirius said with a smirk, causing you to whip your head over to see Sirius and James standing in the door way still adorned in their quidditch kits.
"How many galleons was that, Pads?" Peter asked as he followed in behind them, not bothered at all that one of his best mates was currently balls deep inside their girlfriend - literally.
"Five, Petey boy." He said with a grin, causing James to huff as he started digging in his school trunk.
The thought of anyone talking about you, thinking about you, or imagining you in such a state resulted in a possessive growl to vibrate from Remus' chest as he strengthened his grip on your hips, thrusting that much harder into your cunt.
James chuckled at that. "I don't think you won this bet, Pads. You bet on Remus - that right there is Moony."
James:
James was half way through sucking another mark onto your chest when the door to the dormitory opened with a flourish.
"My, my Prongsie boy; what have we here?" Sirius called as he moved to stand beside James' bed, looking over the two of your bodies tangled together with an expression somewhere between excitement and teasing.
"Taking care of your girl, James?" Remus cooed tauntingly, leaning against the other bedpost and shooting you a wink.
James huffed as he hid his face in your chest.
"Oh don't get shy now, Jamie, you can do better than that, yeah?" Sirius continued.
"Would you leave the poor sod alone." Peter called as he fell backwards onto his own bed. "You're going to turn him into a pile of goo."
Remus tsked as he shook his head. "Can't have that, can we James? Y/N deserves better."
"Has he been a good boy for you, gorgeous?" Sirius asked solemnly.
You chuckled, causing your walls to tighten on James' cock and eliciting a breathy groan from his lips. "The best boy." You answered.
Both Remus and Sirius awed at that. "Hear that, Jamie? You've been the best boy." Sirius said into James' ear as he examined the marks he'd left on your chest.
"Go on bubs, prove her right." Remus added before he moved towards his own bed; eyes still trained on your tangled forms as James lifted his head and quicken the pace of his thrusts.
can i formally request something? (i have no idea if you take smut requests so please ignore me if not😭) a barty x reader smut where everyone already thinks they’re together so they’re like 🤔?? maybe they’re onto something
and maybe if they try to tell people (read regulus) they’re just like -_-¿ this is new
and well done on your exams!! i’m sure you aced them
hahaha omg this is so Barty and reader coded fr. thanks for your request (I hope I did it justice)
Barty Crouch Jr x afab fem!reader who have sex for the first sodding time, Evan
CW: smut - like straight up porn people, p in v intercourse, pussy slapping cuz apparently I'm a freak, soft choking, a slap in the face if you squint, 18+
This conversation had been going on for so long that you were truly fighting the urge to throw your head back and let out a guttural scream out of pure frustration.
But Barty never fought his urges.
“For fuck’s sake!” He screeched. “How many sodding times do you need me to say it: we - are - not - to - geth - er!” He shouted at Evan, emphasising each syllable with a stomp of his foot.
Evan smirked and shared a look with Dorcas before rolling his eyes.
“Sure. And what exactly is this?” He asked, gesturing with his book at your tangled forms.
Okay, so maybe you and Barty were physically affectionate with each other - but that didn’t mean anything.
“What?” Barty asked simply.
“The way you’re sitting, Junior.” Dorcas drawled in a bored tone.
You both looked at each other like you were only just now realising your proximity to each other.
You were positioned on the cushion of the sofa between Barty’s thighs with his arms wrapped around you and his hands weaselled under your shirt and tucked under your breasts.
What?
It was for warmth; he has terrible circulation, you know.
“We always sit like this.” You replied.
Evan scoffed. “You always sit like you’re one sneeze away from having his dick slip inside of you?”
“Okay, you know what?” Barty said, slipping his hands out from your shirt and patting your thighs to say ‘get up’, and standing up behind you. “I didn’t come here to be spoken to like this, least of all by someone who has his head shoved so far up his arse that he could check for tonsillitis.”
Evan shut his book he’d been pretending to read up until that point causing Barty to screech and shout at you to ‘save yourself’ as the two of you took off in the direction of his dorm room.
You were laughing and breathless by the time you made it into Barty’s room and he shut the door behind you, casting a locking charm for good measure should Evan come looking for retribution for the slander.
“Honestly, I think they’re just jealous.” You said breathlessly.
Barty nodded as he sucked in a few deep breaths himself. “I mean, it’s kind of sad he’s never had a best friend that he felt so comfortable with, you know?”
“Exactly!”
“And I don’t know why everyone has to make it so sexual. Do you have great tits? Sure. But that’s not why I put my hands on them!”
“Of course.” You agreed readily. “And I mean, are we two of the hottest people to walk these fucking halls? Of course we are -”
“Absolutely.”
“- but that doesn’t mean we’re shagging!”
“Right!” Barty said with finality as he finally sat down on the chair at his desk. “I don’t know why they have to make everything so weird.”
“Me either.” You groaned as you fell backwards onto Barty’s bed and stared up at the green velvet bed curtains draped over the four poster bed. “They’re probably just jealous.” You repeated. “I mean, we would make a really hot couple; I’d want to be with us too.”
“You know, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.” Barty agreed quickly. “And if we were having sex, they’d bloody know it. It would be hot.”
“Gods, it really would be, wouldn't it?”
“Without a doubt; I’m great in bed, and you’re great at everything.” Barty said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“You know what.” You said as you sat up to face Barty. “It would be hot. Great sex comes from trust-”
“Check.”
“- communication,”
“Check.”
“Familiarity,”
“Duh.”
“Confidence.”
“Obviously.”
“We’d be sodding lucky to be shagging each other!” You proclaimed.
“I agree!” He responded.
You both stared at each other; breathing slightly laboured having gotten yourselves so worked up pleading your cases (to no one, seeing as you were both clearly on the same page).
“Huh.” Barty said finally, giving your body a once over. “You know, maybe it is weird we haven’t fucked before.”
“Yeah.”
Your eyes met his green ones that held an intensity you’d not seen from him before.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna fuck?”
“Yeah.”
And like a flip had been switched, the two of you were launching yourselves at each other.
No time was spent savouring touches or testing waters. It was all teeth clashing, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, and tearing each other’s clothes off.
It felt somehow both forbidden and oh so right.
You’d truly never thought about Barty like this; you really were just that comfortable with one another.
But as you pulled his shirt over his head and started fussing with his belt, a fire roared to life inside you screaming we should have been doing this the whole bloody time.
You nearly tripped over the waistband of your trousers as Barty backed the two of you towards his bed where he sat on the edge.
You broke apart for air as he moved his sinful mouth down the expanse of your torso and took to marking up your breasts.
“Salazar they’re even better like this.” He murmured to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth whilst he pinched the other.
You ran your finger through his hair, an action you'd done many times before, but never like this.
You pulled at it roughly and brought his lips back to yours as you pushed him to lay back on his bed so you could straddle him.
“Merlin, Y/N. No foreplay?” He chuckled breathlessly as you gave his cock a few strokes and whispered a lubrication charm.
“Next time.” You sighed as you lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto his cock, causing the two of you to moan in unison.
“Next time, huh?” Barty teased as he smoothed his hands up and down your sides, allowing the two of you to adjust to the feeling of one another before you experimentally rolled your hips.
“What? Don’t you want to fuck me, Junior?” You taunted right back.
Barty thrusted his hips up roughly into yours, causing you to cry out and place your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think it’s very obvious I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” You whispered, bringing your mouth back to his and biting gently on his bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
You breathed a laugh out through your nose before you bit down harder.
“Then fuck me.”
And before you could tell which way was up, Barty had flipped the two of you over so he now hovered over top of you and had his hand wrapped around your neck.
“You want to be fucked, doll?” He groaned as he hooked one of your legs around his hip allowing himself that much deeper in you.
If there was one thing you could thank the fucked up breeding habits of Purebloods for, it was apparently the size of their cocks.
“You want me to ruin you?” He continued as he added more pressure to your throat, still grinding into your now sopping cunt. “Make sure no other wizard is ever good enough for you?”
Your entire body felt like it was on fire; the feeling when you’re sitting on the poolside in the sun after a swim; the beads of water only make the sun’s rays feel that much warmer against your skin.
“Oi.” He demanded, giving your cheek a chastising tap. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked more seriously this time.
His beautiful green eyes were nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils as he continued moving in and out of you with what you realised now was a very controlled pace. But you were eager to see where he’d go from here.
“I’ll be good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” He ordered.
“I’ll be good.”
“What was that?”
“I’ll be good, Barty.” You whined, pulling at his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.
“Who are you going to be good for?”
“You.”
“Yeah?”
You hummed in agreement as he hiked up your other leg and wrapped it around his hip.
“Tell me.”
“I’ll be good for you! Promise. I’ll be so good for you, please.”
Barty chuckled and let out a taunting cooing sound as he fell to his elbows and brought his face to yours.
“There’s no need to beg, sweets.”
And just like that, he was pulling away from you again.
Suddenly, his hands were on your hips and he lifted them into the air, holding them there as he began slamming into you.
“Gonna be so fucking good for me, aren’t you angel?” He grunted.
You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding into you; adjusting his angle every few thrusts in search of something.
“I bet you’re a fucking screamer, huh? You always got so much to say babygirl; don’t go quiet on me now.”
His fingers dug further into the fat of your hips as he adjusted his grip on you, causing you to let out an embarrassing keening sound.
Apparently that was close, but not quite what Barty had been looking for.
“Close. How about we try…”
And he pulled out of you completely before landing a hard smack against your pussy, forcing a surprised scream to tear from your throat.
“There’s the pretty sounds I was looking for.” He celebrated, rubbing placating circles on your clit before repositioning himself and sinking back into you. “Think you can keep that up for me, Princess?”
“Yes!” You cried quickly, grabbing helplessly at the bedding as he once again lifted your hips up into the air, finding that sweet spot inside you that he’d been in search of before his interruption.
He knew he found his mark when you let out another strangled sob.
“Alright pretty girl, there we go, huh? Does that feel good?”
You were babbling affirmatives nonsensically as he groaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him; yesses and pleases spilling from your lips.
“Fuck you feel so good.”
“Please Barty.” You cried, reaching a hand up to his wrist.
He let your hips fall to the bed as he brought one thumb to your clit and his other hand took yours in his.
“What is it, princess? Hm?”
“Please.” You whined, and it sounded pathetic even in your own ears in your current state.
But Barty only tsked and pulled two of your fingers into his mouth which he began to suck.
You could feel the tension building in your core as he quickened his pace with his thumb and his hips before letting your fingers go with a pop.
“I’ll take care of your princess, you know that. When have I ever let you down?”
Never.
“Never.”
He smiled triumphantly down at you; and though his mouth was cocky, his eyes were sincere.
“Exactly. I’m not about to start now, yeah?”
And suddenly his thumb was gone from your clit, your ankles were thrown over his shoulders and he was leaning his weight against the backs of your thighs as he began thrusting into you with an air of desperation.
“Atta girl; so good, huh? S’good.” He grunted as his thrusts became somewhat sloppy. “S’fuckin’ good for me. Perfect for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted with each thrust of his hips. “Please, oh gods, please, please Barty.”
“I know, I know.” He grunted, clearly as close to teetering over some sort of edge as you were. “I know, I feel it. You’re alright, yeah? Go on, sweets; I’ve got you.”
And his hands were holding onto your thighs for dear life and he was kissing at your knee like even that silly little part of you was something worthy of worship, and he did have you and he never let you down and he wasn’t going to start now and you saw stars as you finally fell over the edge.
The room fell quiet as Barty locked his lips on yours, and you realised you’d been screaming.
His hips stuttered as he thrust into you once, twice, three times more before he followed you over the edge; letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he fell to his elbows on top of you and the two of you fought to catch your breath.
In complete contrast to the Barty who was only moments ago pounding mercilessly into you, he started placing, slow, lingering, gentle kisses over your face as his thumbs rubbed idly at your temples.
He pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids, your forehead, your ear.
You knew Barty could have a soft side, but you never imagined it so tender.
“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He whispered, breaking you out of the serene moment and surprising a bark of laughter from you, which caused both of you to groan in discomfort before Barty slowly pulled out of you.
“Stay here, princess.” He instructed as he walked away from the bed and returned a few moments later with a warm cloth and one of his (read: your favourite of his) t-shirts.
You watched him carefully as he cleaned you up - and once again, what probably should have felt awkward or embarrassing felt nothing but natural as he doted on you.
“Can you sit up?” He asked; not one hint of condescension in his tone as he held the neckhole of his shirt open for you to slip your head into.
As it poked through, he pressed a kiss to your lips before helping to thread your arms in.
“Is it safe to assume we’ll be doing that again?” You asked with a smirk, causing him to scoff dramatically.
“We’ll be doing that the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it.”
After a shower and a change into comfies, the two of you returned to the common room, and though Dorcas was long gone, Evan could be found where the two of you had left him, now in the company of Regulus.
“Well boys.” Barty sang dramatically as he swung his legs over the back of the sofa and landed on the seat with a bounce. “We just fucked.”
You rolled your eyes at his blatant goading as you sat beside him.
“Yeah? And I had potions today; so what?” Regulus muttered without looking up from his novel.
“What do you mean so what? This was the first time!” Barty argued.
“This is new.” You insisted severely.
“You know, I always knew Barty was a liar; but I expected better from you, Y/N.”
Your mouth dropped open as Regulus and Evan stood up and walked away from the seating area.
What you didn’t see as they walked towards the Slytherin dungeons was Regulus passing Evan five Galleons for their bet on who could convince the two of you to finally get over your “just friends” bit.
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Something that Remus thought he’d been doing a fairly decent job of since starting his relationship with you and Regulus was becoming accustomed to the likes of one Barty Crouch Junior.
It seemed that, for whatever reason, he was important to you (and to a lesser extent, Regulus), and thus Remus made a solid effort.
His patience was admittingly running thin however.
“Come on Treasure.” Barty bemoaned with a salacious smirk. “You, me and Ev used to have so much fun. ‘Member how good we used to make you feel, hm?”
“Cut it out, Junior.” Regulus drawled, sounding bored for all intents and purposes, but darted a somewhat nervous glance towards his boyfriend who was currently narrowing his eyes at his oldest friend.
“Oh come now, she knows I’m joking, yeah?” He placated Regulus before he whipped his head back towards you. “Unless you’re into it, of course, then I’m very serious.”
“Junior!”
Barty groaned in exasperation. “Fine; Salazar you’re wound tight.”
“Barty, what’d you get for number 27?” You asked, leaning on your elbows to see Barty’s trivia sheet as he slid it over to you from across the pub table as if he hadn't just been propositioning you moments ago.
You seemed to not think anything of your friend’s advances on you, but Remus couldn’t stop thinking about them.
“You know he’s just being silly, right? He does it partly as a weird way to compliment me, and partly in an attempt to get under Regulus’ skin.” You explained as you got ready for bed that evening; the conversation from the pub trivia night still replaying in Remus’ mind (and apparently across his face).
And Remus was ashamed that the thought that Barty hadn’t meant it disappointed him a little bit.
It actually disappointed him a lot; to the point he had to bring it up with Regulus a few days later whilst you were spending the night at Lily’s with the girls.
“Hey, can I run something by you?” Remus asked as casually as he could manage as he and Regulus tidied the kitchen and washed the dishes.
“Oh thank Merlin.” Regulus sighed in relief. “Are you finally going to tell me what has had you so fidgety lately?”
“I’ve not been fidgety.” Remus denied emphatically, causing Regulus to scoff derisively.
“Have so; why do you think amour was so quick to accept an invitation to sleep at the Potters’ tonight?”
“....Because she wanted to have a few drinks and not worry about getting back home?” Remus tried.
“She hates sleeping at friends’, Remus.” Regulus admonished, flicking him with a tea towel. “She was tired of you radiating tension in your sleep.”
“I’m not tense.” Remus muttered petulantly.
“Can you just tell me what you were going to say before this gods awful conversation started?”
Right.
“Right.” Remus started as he took a few moments to consider to approach this conversation.
Unfortunately, patience wasn’t Regulus’ strong-suit. “Remus Lupin I swear to-”
“Has dovey really slept with Junior and Rosier before?” Remus finally blurted, feeling his cheeks heat likely quite visibly as Regulus fell silent.
“Oh…” Regulus started as he cleared his throat and carried on in his cleaning. “Yes, but you don’t have to worry about that, Rem; you know she’d never do that to us?”
“No, I know; that’s not why I’m asking.”
“Why are you asking, then?” Regulus asked cautiously.
Remus fought against the urge to raise his shoulder to his ears. “I don’t know… the more I thought of it, the… hotter it kind of sounded… you know? Thinking about her and them. I don’t know, is that weird? That is weird, isn’t it? Fuck, I’m disgusting.”
Regulus simply laughed at him. “No, it’s not weird; I’ve watched before.”
The sound of glass shattering in the sink in front of Remus echoed through their kitchen as Remus stared at Regulus in shock.
“You’ve watched Evan and Barty fuck her?”
Regulus nodded with a shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah? It’s fucking hot. If you think Barty treasures her platonically, you should see how he worships her sexually.”
And ‘see’ Remus wanted very much.
When Regulus admitted he wouldn’t mind if Remus asked you how you’d feel about fucking Evan and Barty again, Remus made a plan to broach the subject.
“So, you had fun at Lily’s?” Remus asked with an air of casualty that he absolutely did not feel.
You chuckled and furrowed your brows at him. “Yes, Remmy. I told you that already, yeah?”
Remus grimaced slightly but soldiered forward. “What’d you girls get up to?”
You smiled lovingly (and knowingly; clearly willing to ignore the fact that there was very much something on the tip of Remus’ tongue that he wasn’t quite ready to spit out) at him as you relented to his attempts at small-talk.
“Mary and Lily taught us how to play some muggle board games. We played a game called Sorry where the object of the game is not to be very sorry at all, and then another game that Marlene grew quite violent during; Dorcas said it had her reconsidering their engagement, I think it was called Mono-”
“Remus has something he wants to ask you.” Regulus blurted; rudely interrupting what Remus felt was going to be a rather interesting conversation regarding…the muggle board game Monopoly.
Remus wanted to smack Regulus both for outing him and then for the way you deflated a little as you breathed out and turned to look at Remus worriedly.
“Is everything okay, Moons?” You asked quietly, timidly, concernedly. Remus felt like he was going to be sick.
“Of course, dovey. Of course; you’re perfect.”
“Then what’s the matter?” You continued, clearly not buying it.
“Nothing’s the matter, love; honest, it really-”
“It’s about Barty.” Regulus interrupted again.
“Okay, you really need to stop that.” Remus barked at his boyfriend.
“Barty? What about him?” You asked seriously, brows furrowing further when Remus nervously chewed on his bottom lip. “Is this about his jokes about us sleeping together? Because that was ages ago and it’s just a joke; I’ll talk to him though and tell him to stop, I’m sorry if he’s made you uncomfortable-”
“I’m not uncomfortable.” Remus interrupted you this time. “I…well, I was…sort of into it?”
The only sound in your shared flat was the soft tapping of your cat’s nails as she walked down the hall alerting Remus to the fact that you ought to trim them soon.
“What?” You finally whispered, restarting Remus’ heart that he was sure had failed him just then.
“I just-” he started awkwardly, looking towards Regulus for moral support as he struggled through this conversation. “I guess I wouldn’t be…totally against the idea?”
“Of me fucking Barty and Evan?” You asked in monotone.
“I told him how hot it was.” Regulus offered. “When I used to watch you guys; we always had fun.”
“Yeah…” You offered, not sounding totally sold on the idea.
“I’m not saying we have to do anything dove.” Remus assured you. “I just…wanted to throw it out there.”
The table grew rather awkward as you all looked at your plates you were barely picking at before Regulus started to smirk.
“There’s something about watching her please other men knowing that she’s mine, and they’ll always need my permission to experience her again.”
You seemed to flush at the compliment, if your shoulders migrating upwards was any indication, but Remus noticed a small smile on your face too.
“Yeah? I bet… I know what she looks like pleasing you.” Remus added.
Regulus hummed as if in thought as he considered you. “Yeah, but she looks so beautiful taking two cocks at once.”
You gave up on pretending to eat as you dropped your silverware and stared at your boyfriends hard.
“It can also be very difficult to watch, Rem.” You said warningly.
“You don’t think I’m strong enough?” He countered. Your responding smirk sent shivers down his spine.
“Barty and Evan have their own rules.”
Remus cocked his head before Regulus continued.
“You’re not allowed to touch or join or tell them what to do once they start.”
“You can only watch and touch yourself.” You continued.
Regulus chuckled again. “And I’m sure they’d have new rules now.”
“I guess we should ask them then.” Remus mused.
Your face turned solemn again. “Are you sure Remus?”
And Remus thought about it; he thought about watching you get taken apart in front of him, he thought about watching you satisfy other men whilst he and Regulus had to sit and watch helplessly, he thought of their ‘rules’, and he thought about his dick which was currently standing at half mast.
Remus wasn’t sure he’d ever been more sure of anything before.
Barty sat across the table looking at you with a Cheshire cat grin as Evan looked between Regulus and Remus inscrutably.
“And how did you come to this decision?” Evan drawled.
Remus shrugged awkwardly, looking towards Barty who was still staring at you somewhat predatorily. “Junior kept bringing it up and I got to thinking about it; Regulus said he’s…done it with you lot before.”
“See, Ev?” Barty started, seeming to struggle to force his eyes away from you and towards his boyfriend. “Persistence is key.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Evan grumbled moodily, though Remus assumed this was par the course for their relationship because Barty just beamed at him.
“Here’s the deal.” Barty continued, turning towards Remus with a look of no nonsense. “This happens in my house, and we get her the whole night.”
“The whole night?” Remus repeated.
“The whole night.” Evan deadpanned.
“What exactly does that mean?” Regulus asked in a bored tone.
“That means,” Evan said as he leaned forward to look at Regulus menacingly. “We get her before, during, and after.”
“She stays at ours for the night, and we get to do aftercare.” Barty stated.
The table fell silent as Regulus and Remus looked between each other and you.
“Does that sound okay, dove?” Remus asked you quietly; you cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Does it sound okay to you, Remus?”
“This isn’t new for Reggie and Treasure, Mr. Moon.” Barty taunted.
And Remus could feel the Wolf’s possessiveness run red hot in his chest which only made this whole scenario that much hotter.
“Let’s do this then.”
You stood outside the door to Evan and Barty’s townhouse as you fiddled with the strap of your bag.
“Are you sure-” You started, only to be cut off by a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulder.
“We can leave right now if you want to leave, dove. We do not have to do this.” Remus pressed.
You searched his amber-coloured eyes searching for any ounce of regret or hesitation and found none.
“I don’t want you to hate me.” You whispered quietly.
Remus’ shoulders fell as Regulus’ brows furrowed. “Dovey.” Remus cooed miserably. “Why would I hate you?”
“Seeing me with other men? I don’t want you to think of me…I don’t know, differently?”
Remus moved his hands from your shoulders to cup your face and hold you steadily in front of him.
“This was my idea, and you are a fucking goddess. The only difference in the way I’ll think of you is how fucking beautiful and sexy you are, yeah?”
“Okay.” You whispered back.
“We can still leave, amour; there’s no pressure. This is supposed to be fun.”
“It will be fun.” You encouraged. “We’ve had fun, we’ve just…”
“Never had me here before.” Remus finished for you, causing you to nod.
“Rem will be cool, won’t you Rem?” Regulus said as he elbowed Remus.
“‘Course; just pretend I’m not here.” He quipped.
“That was the plan!” Barty sing-songed as he flung open their door. “Ready, Treasure?”
You looked back at your boyfriends one more time before turning back to Barty. “I am.”
Evan smirked from his place leaning up against the door frame as Barty beamed at you. “Let me take your bag, beautiful. What good are those fuckers anyway? Making you carry your own bag; for shame.” Barty admonished as he ushered you and allowed Remus and Regulus to follow in after them.
Barty’s arm was wrapped around your waist possessively as Evan led the way to a room in the basement that completely took your breath away as you stepped inside.
The room was an exact replica of the dorms in the Slytherin dungeons - the walls were charmed to look like windows into the Black Lake, there was a study desk tucked in the corner with quills and ink and what looked to be Barty and Evan’s old textbooks, and a hearth that had a fire roaring within it. Even the beds were fourposter’s with the exact same bedding; the only difference was that there were only two beds (as opposed to four), each bed was a queen size instead of a twin, and one bed had yellow bedding instead of Slytherin green.
“Is….this your dorm from Hogwarts?” Remus asked breathlessly, causing Evan to snort.
“Obviously not our actual dorm, you tosser.” Barty sneered. “But we had some amazing sex in our dorm room and wanted to commemorate it.”
“With a sex room?” Regulus asked distastefully.
“With a sex room.” Barty confirmed cheerfully.
“Why’s that bed yellow?” You asked quietly, causing Barty’s posture to soften significantly.
“Well, I wanted to make it red to piss off Reggie, but that would have been pleasing to Lupin. So then I wanted to make it green to piss off Lupin, but that would have been pleasing to Reggie. So, I made it Hufflepuff to be offensive to both of them.”
The conversation was cut short by Evan pulling back the green bedding of the bed in the middle of the room.
“Best get comfy boys.” He taunted as he nodded towards the Hufflepuff bed. “It’s going to be a long night.”
Barty - who had been latched to your side since you arrived - pulled you impossibly closer as he moved your hair away from your neck to start pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. “You sure about this Treasure?” He whispered to you; only loud enough for you to hear.
You looked over to see Regulus staring at the two of you with an intensity you hadn’t seen since…well…since the last time you did this.
And then you looked over to sweet Remus; eyes already hazy as he watched you with a puppy-like excitement.
“I’m sure.” You whispered back, never looking away from your boys.
Barty made a pleased hum sound as he continued nipping and sucking on your neck.
“You gonna share her, Junior?” Evan called over as he pulled his shirt over his head.
With a cocky smile, Barty moved in front of you and backed you up towards the bed as he began pulling your shirt over your head.
“Red, yellow, green?” Evan asked from behind you as he massaged your scalp.
“Safe words. Green for good, yellow for pause or slow down, red for stop.” You answered.
“Good girl.” He murmured at you, causing you to whimper.
“She’s always such a good girl for us, hm?” Barty continued as he eased your bra off of your shoulders. “Makes us feel so good, don’t you baby? Gonna show your boys how good you make us feel?”
You tried and failed to repress another whimper as you nodded emphatically.
You were now sitting completely bare; Barty pressing kisses to your ankles as he removed your bottoms.
“Give ‘er a taste, Barty. Let me know if she’s as sweet as we remember.” Evan instructed as he began sucking marks into the opposite side of your neck that Barty had already started on.
Barty looked up from where he was kneeling in front of you to observe your face before pushing your knees apart and bending further into your core.
With little warning, he ran his nose through your folds before latching his mouth to your cunt and sucking.
The sounds coming from both you and Barty bounced off the walls of this fake dorm room as Evan’s hands roved across your body.
“Still our sweet girl, Ev.” Barty answered breathlessly. “Here.” And he slowly pressed his fingers into you before pulling out all too soon to hold them up to Evan to suck on.
“Strip.” Evan instructed after giving a satisfactory hum.
Evan gently turned you to face him on the bed as he gave his cock a few tugs. “Think you can warm me up, poppet?”
You looked up at him through your lashes as you opened your mouth obediently.
“Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered to himself as he touched his tip to your tongue before allowing you to wrap your lips around his cock.
“You look so good with his cock in your mouth.” Barty praised as he slid one of his hands around your waist and began rubbing circles on your clit. “Doesn’t she?” He said a little louder, looking towards your two boyfriends.
You gagged as Evan trusted deeper into you and forced yourself to breathe through your nose. “Atta girl.” Evan growled as he pulled out of your mouth; a string of spit still connecting you to him.
“Lay back, princess.” Barty cooed as he gently urged you onto your back.
Evan positioned himself between your legs after casting a contraception charm over your lower abdomen, throwing a cheeky comment about how ‘it would be necessary, considering how much they planned to fill you up’ to your boyfriends who were now clearly straining against their pants.
You looked up at Barty kneeling over your head as he pumped his cock that looked like it was already leaking. “So fucking beautiful; look at her Evan, isn’t she fucking perfect?”
“So perfect.” He agreed as he pressed his tip against your entrance causing both of you to groan at the pleasant heat. “So perfect, and all ours.”
You heard a groan and looked away from Barty to see Remus with a near death grip on Regulus’ achingly hard cock.
“Eyes on me, Treasure. They’ve got each other, they’re fine; I’ll take care of you tonight.” He said as he pointed his cock down towards your mouth.
You opened and allowed him to slide down your throat - knowing he liked the view of your throat bulging to compensate for him - at the exact time Evan slipped the rest of his way into your cunt.
You moaned in ecstasy causing Barty to do the same.
Both boys picked up a steady pace as they continued showering you with praises and affirmations. And you felt full, so full.
You could hear Rem and Reg across the room getting breathy and moany as they stroked each other, though you could feel their eyes trained on you. Having so many eyes on your exposed, wide open body left you feeling hotter than you ever imagined possible.
Barty grunted and pulled out of your mouth hurriedly as he sat back on his heels. “You boys have her trained for double penetration?”
You heard the telltale sound Regulus whimpering as Remus responded. “Yes…you have to warm her up though.”
Barty scoffed derisively. “I’m not fucking new here, Lupin.”
Evan pulled out of you leaving you feeling cold and empty before he pulled you up, wrapped your legs around his hips and carried you around the bed to the head as he shoved his tongue down your throat.
He laid back against the pillows and had you stationed above him as he guided your hips down and slid back into you.
“Come.” He ordered simply, pulling you towards him by the back of your neck to press his lips to yours once again.
Distracted by Evan’s ministrations, you almost yelped when you felt Barty press a gentle bite to one of your arse cheeks before then pressing a placating kiss to it and making his way over to your hole.
You caught your breath as Evan moved his lips down your neck, down your collar bone, and latched onto one of your nipples.
Barty murmured a quiet lubrication charm before he was teasing at your entrance with his index finger. “Big breath for me, baby girl. Relax.” He instructed as you did your best to comply and focused on the pleasure of Evan on your tit, his cock thrusting lazily up into you, and Barty’s finger sliding into your tight hole.
You heard a strangled sound from across the room and looked over to see Regulus panting hard as Remus continued stroking both Regulus’ cock and his own through Regulus’ orgasm.
“Relax, Treasure.” Barty called again, crooking his finger that was currently inside of you causing you to gasp.
“Good girl.” He praised as you relaxed into the pleasure once again.
Your core felt heavy and hot as his one finger became two and he built up a steady rhythm.
“Good girl, Treasure. You’re doing so well for us, aren’t you?” Barty cooed, pressing kisses to your ass.
“Yes.” You whimpered pathetically.
“Our good girl.” Evan cooed as he pulled away from one tit only to latch himself onto your other.
Barty’s free hand found its way to your cunt as Evan picked up the pace of his thrusts and he began tracing circles on your clit; rhythm of his fingers in your ass never faltering.
“Fuck she’s close.” Evan grunted as he let his head fall back.
Barty took the opportunity to add a third finger causing you to cry out in pleasure and clench ferociously around Evan.
“Gonna cum for us, pretty girl? Gonna let us make you feel good?” He murmured as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you nearly in time with Evan’s thrusts up into you.
And Evan was rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, his cock was hitting a beautiful spot inside of you, and Barty’s fingers were working you open from behind and drawing tantalising circles around your clit; but you know what finally did you in?
Hearing the sound of Remus coming all over his hand as he watched you get taken apart by your two friends.
You came with a cry and Evan held your waist in a death grip you knew would leave marks as you caught your breath - it was only then that you realised you had stopped supporting your own weight.
“Fuckin’ hells, Treasure.” Barty murmured, removing his hand from your cunt but not your arse. “You’re bloody brilliant, yeah?”
You let out a breathy sound half way between a laugh and a whine as you tried to convince your limbs to cooperate.
“Ev, switch with me.” Barty instructed, placing a placating kiss to one of your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of your ass, causing you to whimper at the loss.
“Don’t worry pet, we’ll fill you back up again, yeah?” Evan cooed in faux sympathy as Barty sat against the headboard and pulled you into his lap.
He lined up with your entrance before you slowly slid down onto him; your cunt sopping wet between your arousal and cum allowing Barty little to no resistance. “Got ya all warmed up for us, baby girl. Gonna fill you up, aren’t we? Have you overflowing with our cum.” He cooed at you, pushing some of your - now sweaty - hair behind your ear.
You heard Evan murmur another lubrication charm and the sound of him slicking up his cock before he lined up with your entrance.
You hissed at the pressure causing both boys (and what sounded suspiciously like Remus) to shush you placatingly.
“Relax, Treasure; we’ve got you, yeah? You’re alright.” Barty whispered as Evan brushed soothing hands up and down your spine and hips.
“Big breath, poppet. I’ll go slow.”
You focused on the feeling of Barty’s slow thrusts up into you and the sound of Remus whispering quiet praises to Regulus behind you as you relaxed your muscles, allowing Evan to slowly breach your tight hole.
“Good girl.” He gritted out; your arse far tighter than your pussy had been just a few moments before. “Fuck, fuck. Holy shit.” He breathed out as he finally bottomed out, laying his front against your back and pressing kisses into your shoulder. “So fucking tight, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”
Barty pushed up into you again causing you to whine and both boys to groan in unison. “Fucking hell I can feel you, Bee.” Evan groaned.
You and Barty kissed languidly as he and Evan worked up a steady rhythm in their thrusts; one pulling out as the other pushed in and repeating over, and over, and over.
You were a babbling mess as the thrusts became more desperate, Evan landing a few smacks against your cheeks only for Barty to rub soothingly over the reddened skin immediately following.
“She’s fucking perfect. Fucking perfect for this, aren’t you?” Evan gritted out. “Just a perfect little fuck toy those boys of yours have made, hm?”
You heard what sounded suspiciously like Remus growling, causing you to whip your head over to see Regulus’ head shoved into Remus’ neck; his cheek that you could see was bright pink as Remus quickly worked his and Regulus’ cocks together in one hand.
“Are you a perfect little cock slut?” Evan asked again, pulling you up by your neck so you were pressed into his chest as his other hand snaked down and teased your hole where Barty was still sliding in and out of, causing a slightly painful but extremely pleasurable sting.
When you didn’t answer, Evan pulled his finger away and landed a quick slap to your clit, causing you to scream and clench around both of their cocks.
“Fucking Salazar Evan.” Barty whined as he scrunched his eyes closed.
“Come now, poppet; you’ve been such a good little slut for us so far, don’t go turning bratty on us now.” He taunted.
You felt your eyes sting with unshed tears as Barty resumed his thrusts up into you.
“Colour?” Evan whispered into your ear; likely not even loud enough for Barty to hear from below you.
“Green.” You whispered back.
“I asked you a question.” He warned, louder this time.
“Fuck me.” You keened, causing the blond to snicker from behind you before pushing you back towards Barty.
“As you wish.”
And suddenly, he had a death grip on your hips as he thrust mercilessly into your arse, feeling like his cock was colliding with Barty’s somewhere unknowingly deep within your body as you screamed in pleasure.
You could tell Barty was awfully closed based on the painful grip he had on your wrists that were stationed on his shoulders - your only support other than Evan’s fierce grip on your hips - and his increasingly erratic thrusts.
“One more baby girl, give us one more.” He begged you.
One of Evan’s hands left your hips to grab a fist full of hair and yank, exposing much of your neck to Barty.
“Be a good girl for Barty.” He instructed.
You swallowed thickly which seemed to do something to Barty as suddenly his hand was around your neck and squeezing. “Come all over my cock, Treasure. I want to feel you throbbing on my dick. Come for me.”
You heard Remus showering Regulus with praises over the sound of Evan’s hips slapping against your ass. You felt so stretched; from the way Evan was yanking your hair towards him and the way Barty was squeezing your neck towards him, from the thin layer of tissue separating Evan’s cock reaching new depths within you and Barty’s cock currently pushing up into your most sensitive spot, and from the way that you had two men absolutely destroying you even though your two men were right there.
You were so stretched, so hot, so warm, it was so much, so much, so much.
You felt a spot in your core tightening with every thrust, every grunt, every moan, and every whimper.
Praises and taunting and whispers and grunts all meshed into one steady hum of sound as you felt your head and limbs grow heavy, and your muscles tense to nearly painful levels.
“Gonna show them how perfect you look falling apart on top of me?” Barty whispered to you, and the tightness snapped.
Your limbs gave out on you as you fell into Barty’s arms, cunt squeezing at his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm; Evan never slowing down in his relentless pace.
Barty’s lips were planted near your temple, and though you couldn’t make out the words, you could tell he was singing sweet praises to you as he and Evan continued using your body for their own pleasure.
It took you a moment to realise the room had fallen quiet save the sound of you, Barty, and Evan catching your breaths.
“You okay, Treasure?” Barty whispered; his chin resting on your head as he pulled your hair away from your face and behind your ear while Evan pressed soft kisses along your back.
“I’m okay.” You sighed back; you’d find out later you were slurring your words.
Evan chuckled from behind you before pulling out slowly, replacing his cock with a few of his fingers so as to not leave you feeling empty.
“You did good, Princess.” He said as he gently massaged your hole, removing one finger and another before removing them completely.
“Shut up.” You murmured sleepily back at him.
You heard Regulus chuckle from across the room.
“Did you guys finish?” You asked Barty and Evan sleepily, causing Remus to bark a laugh and Barty to scoff indignantly.
“Did we- Treasure! I’m horrified. The fact that you even have to ask - we’re going to have to fuck you again to make sure you remember it.”
You groaned at the thought of doing anything other than falling asleep right now.
“I’m teasing, we’re all done.” He placated, pressing a kiss to the top of your head to punctuate the sentiment.
You heard some movement before you felt Barty’s chest vibrate.
“Ah, ah, ah. Just what do you think you’re doing?” He admonished as he tightened his hold on you.
“Helping her get cleaned up?” Remus asked bemusedly.
Barty scoffed derisively. “I think the fuck not. We get aftercare; remember?”
“Yeah, sod off Lupin.” Evan added as he reentered the room; the sound of water running following him from wherever he just came from. “Gonna get you in a nice bath, ‘kay Princess?” He said to you; tone far softer than what he used with Remus.
“No funny business.” You grumbled quietly, wincing at the feeling of Barty’s now nearly limp cock slipping out of you along with his cum as Evan lifted you up.
“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes as he carried you to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed Remus’ hand as he passed by him, and Evan - god love him - did pause so Remus could return the gesture.
“Was it okay?” You asked him quietly; insecurities alarmingly visible on your face and in your tone.
“It was perfect; you’re perfect, dove.” He answered solemnly, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.
“Yeah yeah, as I said.” Barty grumbled, swatting at Remus with no real malice. “Now stop it; you don’t get to enjoy her now that she’s all sweet and soft and sleepy. We did all the work, we get the snuggles.”
“Yeah yeah.” Remus replied, throwing back Evan and Barty’s phrasing at them. “Next time; I get to play.”
Evan turned quickly at that, nearly making you dizzy in his arms.
“Next time?” Barty asked in quiet disbelief.
“Next time.” Remus responded simply; moving backwards towards ‘his’ bed where Regulus was already curled up in a pair of pyjamas.
You’re not sure what this may have just started, but you were fucking excited to find out.
Poly! Jegulus x gn! Reader - When there is no logic, look deeper
A/n: I decided to go with a different analogy for James's and Regulus's relation than I normally do (and what everyone else normally does.) So have fun with this little drabble!
Summary: Your relationship with James and Regulus through Remus's perspective.
Warnings: Swearing, brief mentions of child abuse, brief mentions of mental health issues (if you squint,) I think that's it? You have been warned!
I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!
Regulus and James fit together, in a neat messy puzzle. James's darker skin contrasting with Regulus's more pale, like the sun and it's moon. Recently, Remus had been reading some muggle plays of man named Shakespeare, and just by looking at the two, he could tell that he would've written down every piece of their love story, until he knew it by heart.
The enigma, the question, he just couldn't find the answer to was you, because Regulus and James were different sides of the same coin. Slytherin and Gryffindor, light and dark, sun and moon. You just didn't fit as nicely into the big picture.
That's what he used to think anyway, before the marauders and everyone else had gotten to know you. To Remus, he used to think of you as a temporary escape for the two boys, as you were the only one out of the three who had a normal life. It was harsh, but it was the only answer to the equation he could come up with.
Remus's life hadn't been full of answers, maybe that's why he tried to find the solution, so there would be no more variables. So he didn't have to attempt to find the solution later, when they most needed it most. So maybe, just once his life could be left with more answers than questions.
Action reaction, like getting bit by a werewolf - he was one of them now. Finding Sirius, James, and Peter on the train - becoming friends. Gaining feelings for Padfoot, confessing them and becoming a couple. (Okay, maybe there were multiple steps to that equation.) Everything had a solution, something he liked to find to keep himself sane. When everything else in his life was swirled with insanity.
You fitting into the equation didn't follow a path of logic, it was completely and utterly crazy.
Now, he sees what he didn't before, the way you would stay with James even when the smile slipped from his lips. How you would listen to Regulus, and give him space to talk about his family troubles, why he stayed.
You would let James cry, and make Regulus giggle, the planets didn't just revolve around the sun now. Now the moon and it's star revolved around you.
You were a nebula, because when a person looked at you, they gasped in wonder. Everything unknown and beautiful was you, a glittering cloud of normalcy and love. Nurturing but fleeting if need be.
One time, Sirius said he and his brother were the stars, and you only laughed, shaking your head.
"Regulus is like the moon, for so long we thought we couldn't reach him, until we did."
Remus's boyfriend looked startled, Remus could agree with the feeling. How had you, just made sense of someone so complex, with so many strings and layers, with just a sentence?
The werewolf wanted to see how you would respond if he asked you about everybody at Hogwarts, about the ministry, his family. Instead, he asked you about your other boyfriend.
"James?" You smiled softly, and for some reason it warmed Remus's heart, that when you thought about his friend, you immediately were happy. As if just thinking about him was enough to revel in his sunlight.
"James is the sun, he's bright, but sometimes his brilliance gets the peoples eyes, it can annoy them. Until he gets farther away." You still had a pleasant look upon your face, but your eyes were brightly alight with sadness. "Then it's winter, and they long for summer again, because then the sun could be there to warm them a second time. Regardless of its blinding sunlight."
Remus thinks, that was the moment that he started to understand why James and Regulus had both fallen for you. You were the beautiful unknown, a nebula, out of reach, but oh, so beautiful to gaze upon.
Remus still didn't quite comprehend how you fit into the grand scheme of things, but he thinks, he starting to see the big picture.
You were sat on the grass, your back against a large oak tree as you read a romance novel; well, it was more like a smut novel, you swore you had been reading about the protagonist getting railed for the last hour, the scene kept getting better and you couldn’t put down the book even if you wanted to.
Now the main character was being cornered by her masked boyfriend, you had never heard of anything like that, but you found yourself getting wetter by the minute. You shifted your thighs uncomfortably, looking around to make sure nobody could see you. It was stupid, really, even if somebody saw you, how would they know what you were reading? Still, you felt a bit ashamed, now wishing you had stayed inside.
As you went back to your book, you felt a rustling sound, suddenly you were more alert.
“Boo!” You jumped, your novel flying as you gave a stern look to a goofy looking James.
“What the fuck?”
“Aw, look at her, she got so scared!” Sirius was hanging from a low branch, his long hair tickling your nose.
“How the hell did you got up there without me noticing?”
He smirked, kissing your nose. “I’m not gonna tell you, love, but nice try”
Unfortunately for you, you were too engrossed in the conversation with your two boyfriends to notice your third one scanning through the pages of your discarder book, his eyebrows progressively raising. When you saw him it was too late. He gave you a single glance, and you realized that you were thoroughly fucked, your face getting hotter by the minute.
Sirius looked at you confused. “Why are you blushing? What are you looking at- Oh” Slowly, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Remus, would you read to us?”
You widened your eyes. “NO! I mean- It’s not even interesting”
“Love, if it wasn’t that interesting, I don’t think you would have disappeared on us for two hours” James pecked your burning cheek. “Come on, moony, tell us what she’s been reading”
You covered your face with your hands, making them chuckle. Remus cleared his voice. “She’s reading some freaky smut, let me tell you. There are masks involved”
Sirius raised his brows. “Oh? Masks?”
“She was pushed to the ground, her naked breasts pressing down on the grass as-“
You quickly gathered your belongings, not wanting to hear the freaky shit you’ve been reading out loud. “I’m gonna go, I have to dress up for the Halloween party, bye bye” You quite literally started running, leaving your book behind.
You adjusted the cat woman mask over your face, you had to admit you’ve done an amazing job: the latex dress hugged every curve, the skirt so short it was a miracle if by the end of the night you wouldn’t have flashed anybody. The heels were as comfortable as six-inch heels get, your hair flowed effortlessly at your every movement. You smiled in the mirror; you were really fucking sexy.
You rushed to the door, whistling at Lily who was waiting for you, dressed as Poison Ivy. She raised a brow.
“You’re the one to talk, look at how hot you are!”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Ugh, stop it you’re looking like a model” She smacked your ass as you both made your way to the Gryffindor common room, where the party had started a while ago, drunk people piling on the couch, couples making out in every corner.
You couldn’t find your boyfriends anywhere, but you didn’t give it much thought, knowing they were usually fashionably late.
As you reached for a drink, you felt your skin start to tingle, like someone was watching you. You turned around quickly, but you didn’t see anyone, just a bunch of teenage guys minding their own business. You tried to brush off the feeling, still something felt slightly wrong, you couldn’t quite explain it.
You let yourself be guided to the dancefloor by Lily, but as the minutes passed by, you found yourself growing impatient, wondering where the hell your lovers ended up. It wasn’t like them to not show up, to leave you waiting like this. The more alcohol you ingested, the more you pretended to not care.
As you downed another vodka shot, you realized you desperately had to pee. You left the dancefloor without telling, heading straight for your room.
Once you opened the door, you were greeted by a firm wall of muscle, a hand sneaking up on your mouth, making you panic.
“Hush now, love, we will play a game” You widened your eyes as Sirius smooth words rolled down his tongue, spoken directly to your ear. You lift up your gaze, seeing who you assumed to be James in a ghost face mask. You felt your panties get uncomfortably wet.
That’s when Remus emerged from the bathroom, wearing a purge glowing mask, his t-shirt already discarded on the floor.
“I bet she’s so fucking wet right now, aren’t you darling?”
Even though you knew that these were your boyfriends, and they preferred dying then hurting you, there was something about those plastic things that scared you a bit, that got your adrenaline pumping. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see their expressions, or maybe it was simply the fact that they tricked you into this situation. Still, the scariness only added to your arousal.
“On your knees, love” You immediately fell, your knee caps hitting the ground. You felt your hair being tugged down, and you were greeted with no one other then Ghost Riley from Call of Duty.
“Hello, love. Take my pants down, will you?” Your eyes shoot to the still open door; he laughed. “Oh, our shy girl, are you scared about being caught?” You nodded. “Then I guess you should put more effort into making me come quicker.”
You immediately worked his belt open, tugging down his jeans and boxers in a swift motion. You held him in your hand as your lips connected to the head of his cock, your lipstick immediately smudging over the fair skin.
Sirius gripped your hair with more force, tugging you down, slightly triggering your gag reflex. As you worked on getting him off, you felt some rustling behind you, then a pair of strong hands was gripping your hips backwords, you felt something probing at your entrance.
“She’s really fucking wet” James exhaled behind you, before pushing it in, your gasp muffled by the soft skin of your boyfriend’s dick.
“Keep fucking her like that, Jamie, she feels heavenly when she moans around my dick”
Ghostface started to pound his hips into you, his hand circling you to press down on your clit, rubbing it raw.
“Give me your hand, darling” Remus was kneeling beside you, his dick pulled out. You wordlessly reached for it, pumping it with your hand as Sirius rutted into your mouth, your throat already feeling raw.
You felt something probing at your ass, making you gasp in surprise before the plug was being pushed into you, adding a new kind of friction that made you see stars.
“Look at you, princess, do you like being filled up like that? Mh?” Remus reached his hand under you, the position a bit awkward but as soon as he pressed down on your lower belly you couldn’t care less, the pressure making you feel stars.
“I’m fucking close” Sirius was panting on top of you, his movements loosing rhythm as you felt him chasing his orgasm. As soon as you cupped his balls, hollowing your cheeks, he shot his load into your throat. “Don’t swallow yet. Open” You did, showing him his cum on your tongue. As soon as he took off his mask you knew what was coming: you saw him collecting spit in his mouth before letting it dribble onto your tongue, his fluids mixing in your mouth. “Swallow” You did, showing him your clean tongue afterwards.
“What a good girl” He worked on the zip of your dress as James kept rutting into you, reaching down to pinch a nipple, making you nearly scream.
“Hush, you’re our fucktoy, remember? You’re going to take what we’re giving you and you’re going to thank us. Come on, princess, say ‘thank you’.”
You felt tears collecting into your eyelids the more overstimulated you got, still you pumped Remus cock. “Thank… you”
He smiled down at you. “That’s a good girl. Going to come on you princess” He did, his seed covering your ass and a bit remaining into your hand; he saw it. “Lick your hand clean, come on now princess”
You searched his gaze, your eyes nearly closing as you balanced yourself on one hand, licking your hand slowly.
Suddenly, all of the stimulation got to you, you clenched impossibly around James’s dick. “Gonna come, fuck, can I come? Please, I’ve been good”
You felt him chuckle. “Yes, you can come darling” As soon as he said the words, you squeezed him impossibly tight, your head spinning as he followed right after you, finishing inside of you. You felt him give a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out, his fingers collecting his cum and pushing it right inside of you, making you whimper pathetically.
James cooed. “I know, darling, I know, you’ve been such a good girl. Gonna take off the plug now. Remus, close the door now”
You widened your eyes, your cheeks getting rosy. Sirius saw that, and he was quick on reassuring you. “Don’t worry love, we casted a spell. No one saw you, we know you don’t want that”
You deflated, letting them scoop you up from the floor, bathing you in hot water. As James lathered soap on you, you let yourself fall against Remus, sighing.
It was Sirius who broke the silence. “Now, tell us that we’re way better than your book boyfriends”
“Fuck off”
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You grumbled, not even acknowledging Sirius as you kept on writing on your parchment. You loved your boyfriends with all of your heart, except in moment like this, when what you needed was someone to encourage you to work harder, not to take a nap.
“Love.” His tone was now stern, dripping with authority. It was taking an enormous effort for you not to turn to him and beg for his forgiveness, but you needed to finish that damned essay.
“Love, I’m going to count to three, if you won’t stop working then you’ll earn a punishment”
This gained your attention. He started counting. “One”
You really needed to reach those damned three thousand words.
“Two”
A punishment couldn’t be that bad, right?
“Three”
Essay be damned, you couldn’t handle the stress of enduring a punishment, on top of the anxiety from your upcoming deadline.
You put down your pen, turning your attention to the long-haired guy who was now sporting a satisfied grin.
“Sirius, I’m not playing I have to finish that essay. I’ll take a nap later, okay?”
His expression softened. “Love, I know you really care about grades, but I can see your anxiety growing by the minute. You started picking at your nails, and I’m begging for you to give that lip a break, it’s bleeding” That’s why you’ve been tasting copper for a while. He smiled at you. “I know you don’t want to rest now, but we have to make you less anxious, it’s not good for you, you’ll crash out and you know that”
You sighed, you hated when he was right. “Okay, let’s say you’re right, how can I tame down my anxiety but still work? It doesn’t seem possible”
He thought about it for a minute. Then he was next to you, you looked up at him confused. “Get up, love”
You did, and he sit down on your chair. He didn’t give you time to protest, bringing you to his lap, your legs on either side of his. “Keep working baby”
He kissed your shoulder, you took you quill back, still confused. If he thought that to ground you he could just sit you down on his thighs he didn’t know how bad your anxiety could get.
You were still confused when you felt him pull down his joggers and boxers awkwardly, an arm secured around your waist to prevent you from falling. His fingers pushed your panties to the side as he entered you with one swift thrust.
You gasped. “Now, I want you to finish your essay while I’m inside of you. I’m not going to move, and nor will you. We’ll stay still like this until you’re finished. This should be enough to ground you, but it’ll still keep you on edge” You widened your eyes, but as you were about to protest, he shushed you. “Don’t you think you’ve been enough of a brat today?” He gripped your thigh to a bruising point. “Do as you’re told, come on”
You took a big breath and started writing. It took an embarrassing effort for you to focus on your ideas, every twitch, every little movement eliciting a quiet moan, making you clench around him impossibly.
After about a thousand word, you threw your head back against his shoulder, earning a soft slap against your inner thigh.
“You have to focus, darling” He spoke directly next to your ear, making it even more difficult to do as you were told, his soft breath eliciting goosebumps all over your body.
“What are you doing?” Remus interrupted you. He was standing on the doorway, an eyebrow raised as he took in the scene in front of him.
“She was anxious” The boy under you nipped at your ear, making you grumble in protest.
The tall guy raised a brow at Sirius. “And that explains everything, right?”
You tried to ignore their bickering, but your pleasure grew as they kept ignoring you. The thing that really got you was how calm and collected Sirius seemed, even with you clenching and whimpering on top of him he sat still, an arm wrapped tightly around your belly. Even his voice was steady.
“Hush now, Remmy, she’s trying to study”
He sit down next to you, sporting an evil grin, and you knew you were done for. You sped up your movements, your wrist almost hurting at how fast you were working, but you needed to finish that essay before Remus had the chance to worsen the situation.
You only had two hundred words left, which was nothing compared to what you had already done.
“You’re doing so good, darling” Sirius licked a stripe up to your earlobe, making you shiver.
Only a hundred words left and you could let go.
It took every bit of strenght to ignore the twitching of Sirius cock, Remus soft kisses against your left wrist and their praise, but you eventually made it.
“Done, thank God this was-“
They didn’t give you time to finish, Sirius immediately starting rutting inside of you while Remus attacked your neck.
Yes, that was definitely the best reward you could have asked for.
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Day 27: breeding kink | Remus Lupin
smut
TW: breeding kink, piv, nipple play
You didn’t know what was happening to your boyfriend lately, but he was… unhinged.
On Monday, you were going to class when you were snatched into a corner of the hallway, Remus’s hands all over you, touching and groping anywhere he could reach. This wasn’t something you were used to, your boyfriend usually being more discreet in public. It was hot, of course it was when you were the centre of your boyfriend’s attention; still, you couldn’t help but be a bit alarmed by the sudden shift in his behaviour.
Then, on Wednesday he quite literally drag you out of potions class to fuck you in a bathroom, and it was then that it clicked: the blood moon was approaching.
Only a few months before Remus talked to you about his furry problem and about how much he hated not being in control of his actions under the moon’s influence. After that, you read all about the moon’s phases, you studied in the library on every book you could find, and you stood by his side during that time of the month.
This time, though, it was a bit different. You knew that the blood moon could cause some changes you weren’t used to, you thought Remus would become more possessive, you didn’t even think about the sexual part.
So, now that you were in his bedroom and he was quite literally reducing your clothes to shreds, you couldn’t help to be a bit excited about the changes that you were about to see.
“Gonna make you feel so” He groaned, interrupting himself, his hands gripping your hips to the point of bruising. “Good you won’t be able to think about anything else”
You moaned as he connected his lips to your neck, sucking harshly, marking you. He lowered himself as his mouth connected to your tits, his hips rutting against your naked core, making you shiver. He nipped at the supple skin, then licking over the mark to soothe you. You whimpered as he sucked at your nipples, the stimulation going straight to your core, which was now leaving an embarrassing wet stain on Remus’s grey boxers.
He followed your gaze, chuckling darkly when he saw the splotch. “Look at the mess you made, you’re so needy”
With one swift motion his boxers were off, and he was now hovering over you. His eyes were hyper focused on your every movement, but most importantly, it was like something changed inside of him. Looking into his eyes, you didn’t see his usual soft gaze, there was something more primal in it, it was like your Remus was somewhere else.
You cradled his cheeks with your hands, he sighed, closing his eyes.
“I love you” He smiled softly at that, pecking your lips.
“I love you more”
Then, the sweet moment was gone as he spread your legs, his hands securing them on both sides of his waist. With one, deep thrust he entered you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he was immediately rutting inside of you at a fast pace, your tits bouncing, almost hurting you.
He gripped one of your thighs, throwing one of your knees on his shoulder, the new angle making you whimper. “Yes, that’s it love, tell me how good I can make you feel”
He lowered his lips on your neck once again, you knew that you’d be waking up with a bruised neck. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg flew to your clit, rubbing it harshly, making you gasp.
“Remus… Slow… Down” You panted, back arched as you tried to hold back the obscene moans that were begging to fly out of your mouth.
He slapped your pussy, a burning sensation immediately adding to your wetness. “You will take what I will give you” He thrusted inside of you once again, this time hitting your G-spot, making you gasp. He smiled. “Yeah, there it is.”
He intensified the pressure on your clit, and in no time you were coming all over his dick. You clenched around him, making him groan. He picked up hi speed once again. “Gonna fill you with my babies, love” You moaned, him grinning down at you. “You’d like that, don’t you?”
Your clit felt raw as he kept on rubbing on it, your head spinning with all the stimulation you were enduring, his words only making you wetter. “Remus, please, I can’t”
“You will” He pressed down on your lower belly, rutting into you, and you couldn’t help but come as he filled you with his seed.
He stood on his forearms, caging you in while he tried to catch his breath, his forehead shining with sweat. After a bit, he kissed your forehead, cooing when you whimpered as he pulled out.
As his seed flowed out of you, he pushed it back in, making you shiver. He slowly rolled up your panties, kissing just above your mons Venus, smiling up at you.
“Can’t wait until you’re all full with my babies”
You sighed, reaching down to scratch his head. Even though you both knew that it was nearly impossible, given the fact that you were on the pill, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of a life with Remus and your kids.
You were nervous, sitting on your bed, wearing only a skimpy set which left little to nothing to the imagination, fidgeting with the ribbon adorning the little box you held. You knew that it was stupid, you had already decided you were going to ask your boyfriend to try something new, but you were so nervous.
Lately, everything seemed to be off in your relationship. There was this… tension, you couldn’t really acknowledge what was happening, but you knew that the sex had got a bit boring, that Barty seemed to always have his mind somewhere else, somewhere you weren’t allowed, apparently.
Actually, you were lying to yourself: you had an idea about what had been disturbing your relationship, and that was Evan Rosier.
Evan, who had slowly, but surely, conquered a place into Barty’s life, first by sitting next to him in every and any class, often ending with you sitting right in front of them. Then, he was stealing Barty’s attention from you during lunch, during dinner, to the point where Barty often forgot about your dates, too busy hanging around with the blond guy. The worst part about this? You weren’t jealous about Barty, no, you were jealous over the fact that you weren’t a part of their… relationship. Evan was a hot guy, that much was obvious, but he was also kind, he had an alluring aura around him: he was intimidating, yes, but he was also so calm, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
It all got worse when, one week ago, you were in tears after failing your herbology test, sitting in a corner in the women’s bathroom. He heard you, sat next to you, and hugged you tight: the worst part about it? In that moment, you didn’t wish for Barty to be there with you, no, you wished you could make that moment last forever. You wished you could stay in his arms, smelling his cologne, feeling the soft fabric of his jumper against your face until there was nothing left but you’re bones.
So, you were now sitting in your room, waiting for your boyfriend, knowing that this was your last chance to fix this mess: if you couldn’t fix this with sex, you knew you had to let go of the relationship, even if it broke your heart.
In that moment, Barty entered your room, followed by Evan. You widened your eyes, desperately trying to cover yourself, while the two guys had different reaction: while your boyfriend seemed embarrassed, Rosier was chuckling, his gaze trained on your face, then on your tits, then lower, much lower.
“What the fuck, Barty, this was supposed to be a fucking date!” You screeched, scrambling to find your blanket, only for Evan to cast a spell, making all the blankets vanish in thin air. You both looked at him, stunned. He scoffed.
“Listen, I thought you were a bit less dense, but it seems like you won’t understand this, so I’ll be really fucking clear: I like you both, and don’t even pretend to not like me back, because it’s obvious” He raised a brow at Barty. “You are always staring at my ass, and not in a bromance way, thank you very much” He turned to you, making you blush. “I don’t even need to say anything about you, your wet panties are enough evidence, so”
Barty seemed to mull it over, a slow smirk taking place on his face. “I do think your ass is really pretty.” You stared at them, mouth agape. Was this some type of twisted joke? Why was your boyfriend openly talking about his best friend’s ass, and why was this making you extremely turned on.
The brunette trained his gaze on you, a grin slowly taking over his face. “Come on, love, what do you think? Do we include the blonde slut in our relationship?”
“Hey”
“Shut up, Rosier, I know you get turned on when I degrade you”
“You’re right, won’t even try to pretend”
They both turned to look at you, as you shrinked into yourself. Sure, Evan was hot, and kind, and you kind of had a crush on him, but was this a good idea? “What… What if it doesn’t work out and I lose the both of you”
Evan cooed at you. “Awe, princess, look at you, already scared of losing me” He now stood in front of you, his hand on your jaw. “You won’t. If I get my hands on you two, you aren’t going anywhere, ever. I will be always next to you. It took too long to plan this out to see this blow in my face, you’re stuck with me. The both of you” He pushed his thumb inside of your mouth, you welcomed it, sucking at it tentatively. “Good girl” He whispered under his breath. Barty groaned; both of your heads snapped in his direction.
“I think we should seal this love path by fucking. What do you think, love?” You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What was the point in pretending you didn’t want this? Evan put his lips right above your ear. “You would be the centre of our attention. Our little troublemaker, you would be our whole world.” He nipped at your earlobe. “Just think about how many orgasms you will be experiencing, two pairs of hands exploring your body” One of his hands squeezed your right breast, gently, tentatively, only to strengthen his grip when you moaned. “Two dicks pounding into you”
“Yes. Yes, I’d like that” You saw them exchanging a pointed look. It was then that Barty spotted the little box you still held.
“What do you have there?”
You blushed furiously, not having the time to hide it before Evan caught it, holding it in front of you. As you reached for it, he casted a quick spell, actively immobilizing you. He opened it, ignoring your protests, only to let out a low whistle.
“What a kinky little minx you are. Look at this Barty” He flicked the knife, smirking at your boyfriend. “I think she wants us to use it on her, don’t you, princess?”
You licked your dry lips. “Y-yes, I’d really like that” Barty took the knife from Evan’s hands, kneeling in front of you. “Evan, spread her legs for me” As he casted the spell, your thighs fell open, and he was looking at the blond guy with an evil smirk. “Good boy”
Then, his attention was back on you. He traced the handle of the knife over your clit, the hard material collecting your juices through the panties. “Look at how wet she is. Do you want to feel this blade on your skin?” You nodded furiously, your mind soon clouding with the desire you felt for them.
“What’s your safeword?”
You gulped. “Pomegranate”
Evan smirked when he realized your safeword was, in fact, his favourite fruit. “She’s so sweet”
Barty smirked over his shoulder. “Just wait until you’ll taste her. You will get addicted” You blushed furiously, making the both of them coo at you. “Don’t get all shy now, love”
With one swift motion of the blonde’s wrist, your panties were gone, making Barty grumble. “What? I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first year, I’m getting a bit impatient, y’know?”
“Shut up and put your mouth to a better use”
Evan smirked sinfully. “Don’t have to tell me twice” Soon, he was kneeling down between your thighs, while Barty pushed you down, so that you were laying on your bed, your legs dangling softly. “So wet already, tell me, beautiful, did you fantasize about this moment? Did you dream of us two taking you, making you come until you only remembered our names?” You moaned, incapable of holding it. “Look at that, Barty, does she always get this wet from dirty talking?”
You felt the blade caressing your skin, the sharp edge of it stinging while it traced a path from your navel up, until it reached the soft skin between your breasts. “Yes, Barty, I think she really likes that” He traced a finger from your whole up to your clit, collecting your wetness, then locking his gaze with yours while sucking at it.
You felt feverish, your mind suddenly blank, your ears were ringing, and they hadn’t even done something to make you react like this. When the blonde guy sucked gently at your clit, you felt like you were about to come, your thighs locking around his head. “Yes, baby, choke me with these thighs, I will die a happy man”
“So desperate, Rosier” Barty was still tracing white paths along your skin.
“I’ll always be like this with you two”
You moaned, while the brunette murmured a low ‘fuck’ under his breath. As Barty nipped the skin of your right breast, you felt like you were ready to come.
“Evan, don’t stop, please, I’m about to-“
“Already coming for me, sweetness? Are you going to let me taste you like a good girl? Then come, baby” As the finished talking, you orgasmed, your mind going blank for a straight minute while Evan didn’t let go of your clit, sucking at it, admiring your expressions from between your thighs.
When you came back on Earth, Barty was standing right between your thighs, one of his hands on your hips, while the other gripped Evan’s dick harshly, who was holding the knife in his left hand. He entered you with one violent thrust, your back arching as a moan escaped your lips.
“You sound so hot, baby, going to mark you up” The blonde guy was trying to focus on the movements of the knife, the sting from the cutting only enhancing your pleasure.
“Always so tight f’me, fucking hell I’m about to come” Barty moaned, pistoning his hips against yours, one of his hands on your neck, squeezing. You already felt on the verge of another orgasm, crying out.
“Let go for us, baby, come on my dick like a good girl, you’re so beautiful.” He kissed you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, blood spilling in his own mouth. “I fucking love you” You came, screaming, as your boyfriends followed you, Evan painting your belly with his seed.
“Look at that, darling, now you’re ours” You trained your gaze on your belly. Right next to a spurt of come, there were a B and an E carved on your skin.
“I want a fucking picture”
You fell down on the bed, utterly consumed but finally happy.
@yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman sent a request for this one <3
smut
TW: NSFW, oral (fem and male receiving), bondage, piv, multiple orgasms.
part 1, part 2 will be released after kinktober
“… and he wanted to go back to his apartment, but obviously I refused and then he lashed out, saying I’m a prude and stuff, and it’s just so unfair” You were on your friends’ bed, there were many bottles of beers discarded on the floor. It was typical for you to hang out like this, talking about everything and anything. “I mean, it’s not like I am some type of prude-“
“Y/N, you are”
You widened your eyes, surprised, then shot Barty a dirty look. “Am not, thank you very much”
Evan rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, stop lying to yourself and admit it. When was the last time you did something adventurous?”
You rolled your eyes, but, if you had to really think about it, you couldn’t find any examples: maybe they were right, maybe you had become a prude. Still, you couldn’t let them win. “I’m drunk and my brain isn’t co-operating, but there are plenty of examples.”
“Prove you’re not a prude, then.”
You scrunched your eyebrows. “How?”
They both exchanged a look. “How about a little game? You’re going to watch our next game from here, in our apartment: for every goal that we score, you’re going to take off a piece of clothing. If you run out of them, you’re going to tie yourself up, and you’ll be waiting patiently for us here, on our bed. When we’ll come home, we’re going to have free access to whatever part of your body is exposed”
You sat up straight, staring at them, your mouth agape. “What- What”
Barty chuckled. “Evan, I think we broke her. We understand, Y/N, you’re not that adventurous, it’s okay, it’s normal”
You felt your blood starting to boil, you never were the one to back down from a challenge, and you weren’t going to start now. “Okay, bets on. You’re going to score two goals maximum, anyways”
They exchanged a surprised look. “We’re going to see about that.”
You just turned up the tv, anxiety clawing at your stomach. Sure, they couldn’t score that many goals, right? It was nearly impossible; you were going to be just fine. For the first time, you wished their time would loose.
As they started to fly on their brooms, you saw Evan scoring the first goal. Hell, not even a minute had passed.
“And just like that, Rosier scores the first point…” You tuned out the speaker’s voice, seeing how Barty and Evan shared a smirk, the camera focusing on their high five.
“Okay, Y/N, it’s a single piece of clothing” You took off one of your socks.
But as the game went on, you found yourself quickly only in your panties and bra, feeling extremely nervous, praying for them to stop scoring points.
It wasn’t that they both weren’t extremely hot, the prospect of them both focusing on your body making you feel hot and bothered; no, it was the fact that you hadn’t experienced any sexual interaction in more than two years, and, even worse than that, you didn’t know how you would have reacted after the sexual intercourse. When they were finished with you, would you be feeling clingy? Would you develop a crush on them? What if you already were crushing on them?
Before you could pity yourself more, Barty scored another goal, followed by Evan, and you swore you could see them winking at the camera. With shaky hands you took off your panties and bra. Now you had to deal with the damned ropes.
At a certain point, you had fallen asleep, tied up on their bed. You startled awake when you felt a hand caressing your stomach, your eyelids fluttering quickly.
“There she is, our angel”
“Evan?”
He chuckled. “What a good girl, doing what she was told to do. Hope you’ve slept well, because the night has just begun. If it gets too much or you feel uncomfortable, say ‘red’ and we will stop.”
As you were about to reply, you felt a tongue licking up a stripe from your hole to your clit, making you whimper. Barty smiled up at you from between your thighs. “Look at you, so responsive. We’re going to have so much fun”
Evan kneeled, staring at your eyes, his gaze dropping to your mouth before dipping his head to kiss you. You moaned; he smiled in the kiss. “Sounds so cute”
“Rosier, get your ass down here and taste her” The blonde guy rolled his eyes, obeying to Barty. Suddenly, two tongues were feasting on your core, the stimulation making your brain turn to mush. “Oh, God, what the fuck”
The boys chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart, tell us how good we make you feel” You felt their tongues meeting over your cunt, then they stopped giving you attention. As you looked down, you saw them making out sloppily directly over your core, seeing them like that was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen.
You whimpered, catching their attention. “You like seeing us like this, don’t you? Naughty, naughty girl” They went back to focusing on your pussy, and you already felt really close to coming, your moans getting progressively more high-pitched.
“Are you going to come on our faces like a good girl, mh?” As soon as Barty inserted a finger in you, curling it upwards, you knew you were gone for. You let out a loud moan, your mind fuzzy, filled with fireworks and fucking rainbows as they worked you through it.
As soon as you came back, you saw in the corner of your eye Evan undressing, and suddenly you felt uncomfortable. “Yellow” They both focused immediately on you.
“What’s up, sweetheart? Do you want to stop?”
“No, but” You felt embarrassed to tell them this, but you knew you had to. “Thing is, I haven’t done anything in a while, and” You didn’t know how to continue, but they seemed to understand.
“It’s okay, we can go as slow as you can, do you want us to undo the ropes?”
You blushed furiously, shaking your head. They both exchanged a look. “Oh, so you like them, huh? Going to keep this in mind in the future”
You didn’t have time to make sense of the innuendo, because Barty was starting to pump his fingers into you, making you moan. He curled them, hitting a specific spot into you, making you mewl. “Evan, I think I found it” He proceeded to caress it repeatedly, working you up once again, but suddenly his fingers were gone, making you whimper in disappointment.
“I know, Barty’s so mean, love” You felt Evan’s dick at your entrance, he was dragging it up and down slowly, making you feel crazy with need. He put in just the tip, staying there for a minute or two, making you feral.
“Evan, please, pleasepleaseplease, I’m going to be good, just” You weren’t even controlling your words anymore, you just knew that you needed him inside of you, and you needed him now.
“Are you hearing this, Barty? She’s going to be good” He mocked you. “What if I stayed like this?” You whined; you would have pushed it in yourself if you weren’t fucking bound. He kneeled down, kissing your nose and entering you altogether, your breath catching in your throat. “Just kidding, you’ve been such a good girl, it wouldn’t be fair to punishing you”.
Once he started picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, Barty slightly slapped your cheek with his cock. “Open up, sweetheart” You did, starting to suck on the head of his dick, hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him innocently. “Fuck, Evan-“ You sucked him even harder, making him whimper. “Fucking hell, I won’t last”
“Neither will I” Evan called out from between your thighs. “She’s so fucking tight, it’s a miracle I haven’t come already”
You were a moaning mess, Evan was somehow capable of hitting all of the right spots, you felt your mind starting to black out as you came on his dick.
“Switch” You widened your eyes as the two boys switched places, the prospect of possibly coming again in such a short period of time making you squirm. Barty entered you with one violent thrust, making you loose your breath. He positioned his index and middle fingers on your clit, making you mewl. “You’re going to come on my dick like a good girl”
You shook your head, Evan giving you a break to speak. “I… Can’t, it’s too much”
Barty cooed at you in fake sympathy. “Awe love, you have to get used to it, just because you’ve been with little boys who can’t make a woman come, doesn’t mean you won’t start now. You will come on my cock, and you will enjoy it” His words were making you even wetter, when he started attacking your G-spot you knew that you were gone for, coming all over him, both og the boys following you.
As you were cathing your breath, Evan started undoing the ropes, while Barty wetted a washcloth and started cleaning you. He smiled up at you. “Guess you aren’t a prude, after all” You scoffed, pushing him away slightly.
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TW: NSFW overstimulation, edging, begging, piv, oral fem receiving
“Please, Remus” He had been edging you for so long, you almost forgot what you were even begging for. He looked up at you from between your thighs, smirking sadistically.
“What’s up love? Can’t stand a little bit of teasing? Didn’t seem like it when you were touching me in class” He resumed sucking at your clit, moaning loudly, the vibrations making you impossibly wetter.
“Remus, Remus, baby let me come, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, just-“ You let out a loud moan, his fingers working you at a maddening pace. “Please sir, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, I’m yours, just”
He chuckled. “Listen to yourself, so eager to please me when you are in such a vulnerable position, aren’t you? Where’s the brat that was ignoring my orders?” You whined, hating yourself for your previous behaviour. You squinted your eyes, a tear escaping. “Are you crying? What a poor little thing, guess I should make you come now, right? Or maybe I should stop touching you altogether if it’s too much?” You cried out, not able to speak anymore. “I guess that’s enough of a punishment for today.” He entered you with one thrust, immediately hitting your G-spot, making you come all over his dick.
“Already coming for me?” You arched your back, his fingers working you through your orgasm.
Suddenly, the stimulation was too much to bear. “Remus, I can’t, please”
He pouted down at you, fucking you with punishing thrusts. “But you were so eager to come only seconds ago? I think you deserve at least another orgasm”
You whined, and he made you come again, already starting to prepare you for your third orgasm of the night.
TW: oral fem receiving, piv, sensory deprivation, blindfold
You were on the couch in your boyfriends’ arms, watching 50 shades of gray. Thing was, this was really important to you, and today you finally, finally gathered the courage to suggest the film to Sirius, who was happy to accept. It wasn’t just a film, to you this was the chance to try out something different in bed, something you’ve always wanted to experience.
As Christian blindfolded Ana, you squirmed, it was now or never. You took a breath, turning to your boyfriend, loosing the words as soon as he looked down at you.
“What’s up, love?”
You exhaled softly. “I like… We can… How about” You bit your lip, huffing: why couldn’t you speak up and ask for what you wanted like every normal adult?
“You want me to blindfold you?”
You squirmed again, and he noticed it, smirking. Without saying a word, he got up, turned off the tv and picked you up, sprinting for the bedroom as you giggled.
“Sirius what” He laid you down on the bed, rushing for his bedside drawer.
“You can’t even imagine how happy I am in this moment, I’ve been waiting for this since the first moment I saw you”
He retrieved some noise-cancelling headphones and a blindfold, you widened your eyes. “Wait… You like that too?”
He nodded, putting on the blindfold. “Too tight?” You shook your head, feeling his lips touching your nose. “I wanted to talk to you about this, but I didn’t want to scare you, so I didn’t. But you have no idea how much I craved this type of intimacy, so thank you for asking love”
“Is it okay if we use the stoplight system?” You knew how much a safeword was essential in this type of practice.
“Yeah, it’s okay darling. I’m going to put on these headphones now, tell me if you can hear me talking” As soon as he positioned the device on your head, you couldn’t hear a single thing he said.
Soon, your clothes where on the floor. After that, though, you didn’t feel his touch on any part of your body.
“Sirius” You tried calling out for him, the only sound the sort of white noise coming from the headphones, making you slightly on edge. You felt yourself growing wetter as the fact that you were helpless came down on you. “Sirius, please baby”
You felt the headphones shift, his voice speaking directly to your ear. “It’s sir to you” A pang of need was headed right to your core.
Suddenly you felt his curly hair on your neck, his lips softly sucking on the skin just below your collarbone, making you shiver. Then, slowly, he traced a path between your breasts with his tongue, then directing it towards your nipples, but never actually touching them, making you shift your thighs uncomfortably. After a while, he finally kissed your nipples, but stopped at that, knowing that you needed much more to enjoy his ministrations. You refrained from calling out for him, knowing that he asked for patience.
He kept this rhythm up, never giving you enough: his mouth was on your nipples, but he never sucked on them or bite them, his fingers were grazing your clit, but he was never applying enough pressure.
After a while, you knew you couldn’t keep up with the teasing. “Sir, please, I need more”
Every movement stopped, and you cursed yourself, hating the fact that know he could be stopping altogether. Then, suddenly, his mouth was on your core, eating you out like it was your last meal. You gasped, the sudden contact making you see stars and explosions, your hands shooting down to tangle in his hair, scared he would stop at any moment.
Indecent sounds were coming out of your mouth as he brought you to your first orgasm embarrassingly early. “Sir, oh my God, I’m going to” You interrupted yourself, moaning loudly.
Suddenly, his mouth was no longer on your core, making you whine, you were so close to coming. You felt his dick trace your entrance teasingly, making you shiver from head to toe.
“Sir” You moaned. “Sir, please, I’ve been good” You felt his smile against your cheek before he entered you with one powerful thrust, making you see stars.
He immediately set a maddening rhythm, his hips snapping harshly on yours, his cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly.
He removed your headphones, his mouth licked at the shell of your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “Come for me, darling”
You came, drenching him in your juices, him following you.
You panted, his mouth was on yours immediately, kissing you with passion. “You were so good for me love, so responsive, I love you so, so much”
You laid there, taking in all his love. Yeah, you would be doing this sooner.
TW: piv, wax play, multiple orgasms, handcuffs, oral fem receiving
“Hey Gremlin!” You rolled your eyes as Barty made his entrance in your dorm room, Evan trailing behind him.
“You know, I don’t understand why you can’t use some cute nicknames like every other boyfriend”
“Oh, stop complaining, we got you a present” This sparked your attention. You turned on your chair, facing them.
“You’re such a little minx, only paying us attention when we get you presents. Such a spoiled brat”
You stuck your tongue out at Evan. “Stop acting like a little bitch and give me my present, please?” You made puppy eyes at Evan, who handed you the bag.
“You have such an attitude for being so little”
You chose to ignore the blonde guy, reaching inside the bag, and blushing immediately when you saw what it contained, your boyfriends exchanging a devilish smirk.
You held two pairs of pink handcuffs in one hand and a candle in the other, your eyes widened at the sight. “Already loosing your attitude? Thought it would take a little bit more effort” It wasn’t that you were scared about was coming, but more about the fact that you didn’t have a clue about what they had in mind.
“What is the candle for?” They both smirked, Evan reached for your cheek, caressing it softly.
“It’s not a regular candle, baby, it’s a special one. You see, if you were to touch the wax, you’d feel the sting, but you wouldn’t have any medical repercussions, no risk of getting burned or developing infections.”
Suddenly you understood well what was about to come, and the prospect scared you as much as it excited you. The sex between you three had always been rougher than the average vanilla couple, but they didn’t try anything this kinky until now.
“What do you say, baby, do you want to try?” You hummed slightly, still not totally convinced. “If you don’t want to it’s fine, we can do other fun things, you know?”
You shook your head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… What if the pain gets overwhelming? Like, how can you tell if I’m just playing the part or if I’m really hurt and I want it to stop?”
Barty took your hand into his, kissing your fingertips. “Love, we were about to say that if we’re trying this, we have to set a safe word” You looked at him confused. “Basically, we’re going to establish a word that you’re going to use only if it gets too much and you want to take a break or stop altogether. You have to choose one and tell us” Now that they were putting it like this, you didn’t have any reason to stop this.
“Okay, I want to try it. I think my safeword could be ‘mango’”
“Perfect love. Now, lay back” You did as you were told, both securing one of your wrists to the bedpost, the fuzzy material tickling the skin of your wrist. Evan placed a soft kiss on your lips, the contact alone making your head spin with need, while Barty started teasing you through your already wet panties.
You saw Evan reaching inside of his pocket for his lighter, his black-coloured thumb lighting it up, the motion somehow sexy. Once the candle was lit, you prepared yourself for the wax, but it didn’t come. Instead, Barty teared apart your panties, sucking your clit gently, making you gasp.
Meanwhile, Evan had started playing with your nipples, pinching them softly, eliciting soft moans from you. It was only when you were already lost in pleasure that you felt the first drop of wax on your flat stomach, you felt your brain short-circuiting, the sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure made a quite pleasuring combo, you moaned slightly.
“Pass me the candle, Barty” As your pussy was still under attack, Evan poured some drops on the skin of your breasts, making you shiver in both pain and pleasure. You felt Barty’s finger probing your entrance, as he dragged it painfully slow, still sucking in a rapid rhythm your clit.
When Barty curled his finger, caressing your G-spot, you couldn’t help but cum all over his face and fingers. “Already coming for us, pet? You’re being so good for us, such a good girl” You moaned at Barty’s praise. “She tastes so sweet, Evan, come taste her.” And just like that, the two guys were making out just above your head, while they let wax drip in the valley between your breasts, making you whimper slightly.
“How are you feeling, doll?” As you were about to respond, Crouch let some was “accidentally” drip on your mound, making you scream. At this point you couldn’t tell anymore if the sensation was pleasurable or painful. “Words, doll, or we won’t understand”
He kept letting wax drip on your skin, as you force a flebile “good”. Even though you pretended to hate it, you secretly loved when they were acting a little bit sadistic, their faux compassion making you feel helpless. You saw Evan putting on a condom, and after a few seconds he entered you harshly, making you gasp. “Sorry love, you just look so sexy like this.” Barty kept dripping wax on your body, now following a specific pattern you couldn’t make out.
You felt your head being shifted to lay on the blonde’s shoulders, while he picked up a relentless rhythm, his thumb pressing down on your clit, eliciting a few moans from you.
Barty leaned down, kissing your lips softly, then making the wax drip directly on your nipples, his mouth muffling your screams. He tasted like mint and tobacco, the mix always making your head spin.
When he started playing with your nipples you knew you were gone for good. “I’m- Oh my god, Evan, fucking hell” He found that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Going to come”
You did, milking his cock, his orgasm following right after yours while Barty released himself all over your tits.
Still blissed out, you felt a flash on your skin, making you open your eyes. You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at your belly: right on your stomach there was a big “E + B” written in purple was, Barty’s cum covering your breasts right above it.
“Gonna make this my wallpaper AND lockscreen”
“Motherfucker, that was MY idea first”
You decided to not interfere in their bickering, your orgasm lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing that they were going to clean you up.
