Trigger Warning - Sex
Story is posted on Ao3 -https://archiveofourown.org/works/87048426
Being pure-bloods was like a show that never turned off, 24/7 you are always on the clock, having to act and be a certain way. Every slytherin knew that rule because most were pure-bloods or trying to get with one.
The three that everyone was trying to get with were Regulus Black, Golden boy of slytherin, 2nd heir to the Black family fortune, the boy who had the most promising future. Some things about Regulus that needed to be known were you would never be able to touch him, his family was known for being secret and dangerous which everyone found attractive until you fuck someone in their bloodline and have to be married or killed, he’s Mr.Untouchable.
The next out of the three is Evan Rosier, he is a dream, beautiful blonde dreads that almost looked golden in the sun and lovely skin that would put gods to shame, he was known to be a ladykiller, the smartest slytherin but you wouldn’t know it by his looks. Evan was also untouchable, he would kiss you but not kiss back, he was cold and every girl in their year was into it, he was cruel and didn’t want a relationship, that made girls want him more. Evan was going to be married off for power or money like all pure-blood children were, they weren’t allowed to fall in love. They were told to.
The last was Bartemius Crouch Jr. He was a nightmare disguised as a dream, he was the son of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in other words he could fuck you in everyway since sunday and get off unscathed. Bartemius hated his name so everyone called him Barty, Barty was the only one out of the three you could touch, he would do anything to ruin his father’s reputation which meant rebel. Barty would pick up where Evan left off with girls, if Evan was done leading them on Barty would take over. Barty never let them do anything other than dry humping which Barty wasn’t really into, he was just bored out of his mind.
Regulus was the quiet one, Evan was the smart shadowed one, and Barty was the loud one. Together it was a match made in heaven, three pure-blood teens that knew the world and how it worked. Regulus knew how to talk to adults, how to make them like him, how to get what he wanted out of them. Evan knew the tricks of the game, he was booksmart, he could play the game like he owned it, his family was known for their brains and he held that standard. Barty knew how to screw people over, Barty was sneaky and well planned when he wanted to be.
They were the highlight of Slytherin and everyone knew it, the whole school knew.
This night wasn’t special, it was the end of term one so there was a party hosted by the most proud house.
The trio went to the party even though they knew it would suck. Gryffindor parties were lame to them but they all had their own things to do at the party so it wasn’t all bad. Regulus would find his brother and bother him all night. Evan would stay in the corner, waiting to be approached or he’d go back to the dorms and study. Barty would get drunk and dance, sing, anything to be the center of attention.
An hour into the party a girl approached Evan. Evan wasn’t that interested but he would entertain her for an hour at most before he went to the dorm.
Barty watched Evan like a dog, Barty and Evan had a weird tension between them that had been building since the beginning of time. Barty needed Evan like a drug but he’d be damned to make the first move, so he watched.
Evan had his hand on the girl’s hip, guiding her against him. Barty was imagining that being him, he was dreaming of grinding on Evan’s body, feeling him, tasting him. Barty had never been this jealous over a girl that Evan was with but Evan rarely touched the girls.
Evan looked up from the girl and saw Barty watching, that turned him on more. Evan knew about Barty’s jealousy and he loved making it worse. Evan pulled the girl closer and kissed down her neck, every few seconds he’d look up to Barty. Evan needed Barty to watch.
Barty almost fainted, he wanted that to be him, he wanted to make Evan pay for touching anyone else like that. He was jealous and angry but somewhat aroused by this. He could feel himself growing in his trousers and it was driving him crazy. Barty had to get out of there before he killed that girl. He stormed away shoving Evan and the girl while passing by, he needed to get to his dorm before he came from just seeing Evan look at him.
Barty got to his dorm which he shared with Regulus and Evan. He needed to shower, anything to get his mind off of Evan before he was getting off to Evan. As he got naked all he could think about was having Evan kiss his neck. Barty was going to die from this feeling of need.
The cold water hit him and that eased his feeling, it felt good to have anything touch him in that moment. As the shower was coming to an end Barty heard the dorm door open.
He had a debate in his mind on who it could be. Regulus usually comes back whenever Sirius makes him which usually isn’t till 1 so it had to be Evan.
Barty waited a few minutes before getting out of the shower and getting dressed. He walked into the dorm and saw Evan, he had a hickey on his neck, he never lets people mark him.
What the fuck.
Barty felt like punching him in the face, that would leave a mark. How dare he let someone else mark him, how dare he touch someone else.
“ You left the party early, everything okay?” Evan asked with a tone of snarkyness.
“I’m fine, that party was as interesting as dirt. You seemed to enjoy yourself.” Barty replied, matching the other’s tone.
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
Barty wanted to kill him, he knew how jealous he was. Evan knew the unspoken rules, you don’t let some chick you just met mark you like that. “Be like what? I’m not being anything. Kiss whoever you want for all i care” his feelings were almost on display.
Evan smirked knowing he won this, he made Barty jealous. That was the point “what? Are you jealous? If you wanted to make out you could have just asked.”
Barty walked closer to Evan “jealous? Why would I be jealous over you? Kiss whoever you want for all I care.”
Evan was almost beaming with joy seeing how upset he was making him. He stepped closer to Barty. He wanted to see if his friend had any self control which he knew he didn’t. “ You seem upset, Bartemius. Did I do something to hurt your feelings?”
“No you did not. Just shut up, I'm tired and don’t want to see your face.” Barty snapped. He was angry and so close to kissing Evan it was insane. He looked away from the taller man.
Evan grabbed his chin and held it. “This face you mean?” he was rubbing it in his face, this was the move that broke Barty. He kissed him. They both were rough, fighting for dominance with their tongues as weapons.
Evan groaned into the kiss, his hands traveled down the other as he guided him to the bed, not breaking the kiss. He sat on the bed and pulled Barty into his lap, continuing the kiss. He had his hands on Barty’s ass.
Barty had his hands in Evan’s hair, pulling him back to expose his neck for him to ravish, he was hungry and Evan was his fix. Barty was biting him, tugging on him. He was being rough, mostly because he liked it rough but also to make Evan regret kissing that girl.
“Fuck..i’m not going anywhere y-you can go slow..” Evan moaned while letting Barty do whatever he wanted, one of his hands traveled to Barty’s hair to guide him to the right spot. “There...stay” Evan was controlling and Barty had never been so hard while being told to do something.
Barty needed more but he wasn’t going to just let Evan be in control, he needed to work for it. Barty wanted to be fought and he wanted to lose so badly. He was going to listen to anything he was told to do so he stayed in that spot.
Evan was feeling a need of his own, he wanted more as well. His hand moved to Barty’s pants to slide them off, seeing Barty’s boxers that already had a precum stain made Evan hard as a stone.
Barty pulled away from his neck and looked at him “I want you..” Barty said, trying to make it clear that he wanted to be fucked. Evan thought that was clear.
“You have me.” Evan was rushing to get him out of his boxers. Evan took off his own pants and boxers, he wasn’t going to wait for Barty to.
“I’ve seen you naked before but god is it different now.”Barty wasn’t good at dirty talking and it showed. “Shh.. don”t talk, baby." One nickname that he would usually find cringe suddenly was the hottest thing ever said. Barty was going to shut up forever if that’s what Evan wanted.
Evan picked him up with ease which made his stomach do a flip. Evan laid Barty in the bed. He took off his shirt and pinned Barty on to the bed. “You look so good like this..” That was all it took to make Barty forget he was supposed to put up a fight. Evan made him weak in a way he would normally be disgusted by. In a quick motion Evan was in him. He was rough and it hurt and Barty was living for it, he let out a gasp as he felt Evan inside him. “Fuck Fuck Evan!” Barty didn’t care who heard him as he scratched Evan’s back.
“I told you don’t talk, don’t you know how to listen?” Evan said as he pulled Barty’s hair to pull his head back. Evan thrusted into him, he had been waiting for this since they met and finally he is having it. “You feel so good. Have you always felt like this?” Evan made Barty throb and he felt like he was going to cum.
Barty felt like he was in heat, he wanted more and more. Evan was intoxicating and feeling him inside felt like a drug, he needed more. Evan started to kiss and bite his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys that made him feel special. Almost like saying ‘Your mine’ without actually saying it.
Before Barty knew it he was about to cum, everything felt so good, Evan felt so good. “I-I’m going to-” Barty was shut up with a kiss before he could finish his sentence he had finished.
Evan felt the warmth on his, that made him beam. “ Poor baby, all that talk over the years and you couldn’t last 20 minutes. How precious.” Evan had such a tone to him, an ‘I pity you’ tone, it made Barty feel embarrassed. He hid his face in Evan’s neck.
Barty clawed at Evan’s back while moaning. Evan picked up his pace in a way that made Barty grip his skin tightly. Evan had finished which made Barty want to say ‘ you made fun of me but you came 5 minutes later?’ but he didn’t want to be slapped.
Evan pulled out of Barty and rolled over, he looked over to Barty and pulled him into his arms. This was a gentle side of Evan that made Barty want to stay like this forever. His hands held Barty so close and it felt so safe. He was in love. It was clear.
“I think I'm falling in love with you.” Barty said without thinking.
Evan looked down at the man in his arms and smiled "I've been in love with you, glad we are on the same boat.” Evan kissed his forehead. This was it. This was the official beginning of their love.
Just as they were settling into bed the door opened, Regulus stormed in wearing a gryffindor tie. Looks like they weren’t the only ones in love.
thinking lately a lot about regulus in his bed in an apartment he and sirius share listening how sirius gets fucked by his boyfriend (remus? james? who knows) and going crazy over the sounds this man draws out of his brother and he thinks these moments may be very well the only moments where he gets so incredibly wet. he humps his pillow in synch with them and doesn't know who he wants to be more right now—sirius who has it so good he seemingly isn't able to shut his mouth for a second, or his boyfriend who gets to see sirius splayed under him, gets to screw him until sirius' legs are all soft and shaky
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Warnings: incest, voyeurism, transmasc anatomy, pillow humping, voice kink, guilt, use of cock & cunt as terms, implied larger than canon age gap
It'd been an accident the first time Regulus caught himself listening to his brother get fucked.
The walls of their apartment were thin. This was bound to happen. He repeated this mantra to himself like a prayer for days after, trying to cleanse any of the lingering thoughts he had.
Every sound stuck inside his head longer than it should've. His brother's moans were pretty, deeper than his own. The occasional French would slip through, babbles in a language that Remus must've liked because their bed would start to rock harder against the wall.
Regulus didn't bring up the noises, not wanting to cross any boundaries after Sirius had let him move in. Reconnecting had been strange enough on its own.
After the second and third time, Regulus needed to stop lying to himself. Denial isn't healthy, or at least thats what his therapist says, but he doubts getting wet over listening to his brother have sex is healthy either.
His hand moved on its own, slipping past Sirius' boxers that'd somehow ended up in his laundry. Fingers brushed over dark curls, teasing touches that were meant to seem mindless.
Regulus knew what he was doing. It was wrong, getting soaked at the sound of Sirius' moans and voice. The guilt of it all didn't stop his imagination, cock aching at the visuals his mind conjured up.
He wondered what position they were in. Pretty pictures of Sirius chest down and ass up plagued him. Remus' large hand on his brother's lower back, keeping him place.
It was enough to make his hand move again, two fingers spreading his folds open. Regulus hadn't been this wet before, the slick making it hard to ignore what was happening.
The French started up again and he had to bite back a moan. Sirius' voice always got deeper when speaking their native tongue. It was decadent, warm. Regulus could listen to his brother speak all day.
Sounds trickling into his room weren't the only consequence to their thin walls. The headboard of Sirius' bed hitting it made Regulus' vibrate, forcing him to feel every thrust. If he focused well enough, he'd be able to sync up with their movements.
Oh. Oh.
Regulus switched positions, straddling a pillow with two hands pressed against the wall, both for stability and to feel the vibrations of his brother's bed more efficiently.
Rolling his hips, his breathing turned shaky, the friction of fabric against his cock making his body tremble. Regulus kept his eyes shut, focused on making his movements match theirs.
He imagined the two older men, how they're probably sweaty and flushed, bodies bare against one another. Regulus craved the feeling of being sandwiched between them, to smell their scents and feel the desperation burn his skin.
Regulus was a sick pervert, and the filth of it all pushed him over the edge, hips stuttering against the pillow. He had to remind himself to breathe, his orgasm consuming every sense Regulus had. Common sense being the main victim.
His forehead fell to rest on the shared wall, slowing vibrations keeping him grounded. If Regulus wasn't currently recovering from what was unfortunately the best orgasm of his life, he would've noticed the telltale sign of the two men finishing soon after him.
The thing about thin walls was that it went both ways.
Hey, hello. While we should not be supporting the new Harry Potter series in any way shape, or form, I think the way grown adults are talking about the child actors is so fucking gross.
The amount of whining and bitching I have seen about the child actors not looking the way they want them to is insane. Comparing them to the ones from the movies, especially when expressing that you were once attracted to the past actors, is disgusting. You should be ashamed for bullying literal children.
remus was the marauders' omega as soon as they presented, how could they resist taking care of him with his long limbs, sleepy, droopy eyes, and fluffy hair from turning in a nest-less bed
then he was the marauders' and the girls' omega, they were so close already, and he'd curl up in the common room looking so soft next to the fire
and then sirius kept bringing regulus along, who brought pandora, then barty, then... next thing he knows, his heat is close, and there are multiple quidditch uniforms from different houses in his nest, and there's a drop-off schedule for gym bags because his eyes got watery once when James got nervous about giving him a pair of sweaty shorts
Did you know that having BPD makes you have symptoms of BPD... crazy. Anyway I'm seeing a therapist now and will probably go back to writing when I'm not gnawing my own arm off
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