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While I understand that during the events of the actual series, most of the characters are under 18. Unless otherwise stated (like I’m doing a specific AU), all characters are 18+ in the following fics. I tend to head canon there being some sort of further education like a college of sorts, and I myself am currently in college so that’s sort of what I use when I write— even if it isn’t explicitly stated in each fic.
Summary: Y/N was hired to be the new DADA professor, the job Snape always wanted. She had been his student in her time in Hogwarts and now she’s back as his colleague. After a small gathering between the professors, a bit too much fire whiskey, she had told him she had a crush on him in her 7th year.
Warning/Content: smut, roleplay (professor/student), dom!Snape, oral sex (male receiving).
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“I had a crush on you in my 7th year. That’s why I used to get so much detention. I tried to get your attention.”
Snape sat alone in his chamber, his mind in a turmoil of emotions. He kept replaying in his minds the words she said. He couldn't believe she had confessed that under the influence of the alcohol.
The next day, classes seem long as he can’t take his mind off her and her words. Even the students noticed their professor seemed a little off. At dinner, he tried to avoid looking at Y/N or even interacting with her. She obviously noticed the way he was avoiding her the whole day, during meals, and she was already regretting telling him her feelings. Y/N just finished her meal and went to her chamber, wanting a good night of sleep and perhaps forget the stupidest thing she ever done.
After dinner, Snape walked to his own chamber, but somehow, he finds himself standing outside her door. His usual composed demeanor replaced by a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as he knocked on her door.
Y/N wasn’t expecting anyone, so she decided to open the door thinking it could be some kind of emergency. She was surprised to see Snape standing there. He didn’t wait for her invitation, walking past her inside her room.
“What are you doing here?”
Snape stopped inside her room, looking around at the decoration before turning to face her. His eyes trailed over her form, taking in her appearance now dressed in her pajamas. He was silent for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. “I have a question..." Snape started, his voice low and soft. He paused for a moment, unsure of how to word his question "You said you wanted my attention..."
Y/N sighs, she didn’t want to have this conversation “Yes...”
Snape's heart was pounding in his chest, anticipation and anxiety swirling within him. He stepped closer to her, closing the distance a little "You've...desire me?"
“I did...”
His mind was spinning, his breath hitching as he processed her response. He had never expected this, never expected her to desire him in her student’s years “Do you still do?” She only nods. He took another step closer, now standing directly in front of her "Have you...have you ever imagined...naughty things when you were a student?" Her cheeks flushed a little, before she nods once again.
Snape couldn't stop the wave of desire that washed over him at her admission "Such as...?"
Y/N took another deep breath. Since they were having this conversation, late at night, she might as well be honest. So, she looked at him, before she spoke again “I...I used to imagine that in detention, you would bend me over your desk...lift my skirt and just fuck me...”
The potion master’s heart practically stopped beating as he listened to her words. The image she had painted in his mind was both thrilling and sinful, and it sent a jolt of desire through his body "Is that still something you fantasize about now?”
“Yes...” Y/N’s voice was low when she answers him.
Snape's eyes darken with desire hearing her answer “That could be arranged..." he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
The air was thick around them, a new mood settling. He looked at her one last time, before he grabbed her arm tightly, but not enough to hurt, and started pulling her along quickly to his classroom. Once inside, he shut and locked the door and put a silence charming on the room to prevent any interruptions.
He turned to face her, using his wand to transfigure her pajamas into her old school uniform. Y/N looked surprised, looking down at her clothes “What...”
Snape smirked at her surprise, his eyes trailing over her body in the tight, skimpy uniform. He took a step closer, towering over her "This is the fantasy, isn't it? Detention..." he smirked, his voice like velvet.
She nods with a small chuckle “Yes...so what now, professor?”
As he hears her tone, his eyes darkened further, a mixture of excitement and desire in his gaze “Now... you get your punishment, Miss Y/L/N." he purred, his voice low and seductive “Kneel.”
Y/N could feel her panties wetting already. She followed his orders and kneel before him.
Snape watches as she obediently kneels in front of him, and a spark of lust ignites inside him. He took a step towards her, grabbing her chin and lifting her head "You always talked back a lot. You need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” He says as his thumb brushed over her lower lip “Open it.” Again, she followed his instructions, making Snape let out a low growl of satisfaction.
His hands were quickly to open his pants and free himself from it. He was already hard. “I wonder if this works to shut you up…” The professor says, before he puts his hard cock inside her mouth.
Y/N closed her lips around him with a soft moan. He felt the vibration, as he groans too. His hands quickly went to her hair, grabbing it as he starts to guide her on his member. She never broke the eye contact with him, as he kept pushing deeper on her mouth and letting out soft moans as the feeling of her warm mouth around him.
Snape never looked away from her. The sight of Y/N on her knees, taking his cock in her mouth and in her old Y/H uniform... He let out a shaky breath, his composure faltering as he kept guiding her “You…look so pretty like that…with your mouth shut.”
She moans again against him and it was enough for him to tight his hold on her hair. He was almost lost in the moment, almost undone. But he remebered her fantasy and he had every intention of indulging them.
He pulled her by her hair off him and back on her feet. Snape’s gaze travels over her body. The uniform, her knees a little red from kneeling on the hard floor...He took a step forward, and began backing her up against the desk. He spins her around so her back was against his chest, leaning down so his lips was against her ear as he whispered "Bend over the desk."
Y/N looked at the desk, her heart racing with the thought of wat was about to happen. Seeing she was not moving, Snape placed a hand on her back and applied a bit of pressure, enough to push her slightly. His voice was low and gravelly as he spoke "I said…bend. Over.”
She let him push her to the desk, bending her over on the wood surface and Snape's eyes darkened as he watched it. He stood behind her, admiring the view for a moment, before his hand moved up her thigh, gripping the hem of the skirt and slowly pulling it up over her hips, exposing her panties.
He stepped closer, pressing his hard cock against her clothed pussy, his body taut with arousal. He leaned down, whispering in her ear "I wonder how many times you imagined this...in your seventh year..."
A low chuckle came out of her mouth “How many times did I had detention...?”
Snape’s lips curled into a wicked smile “Every week, for a different reason. Talking in class, not completing your assignments, messing up your potions, talking back... I wonder how many were fake reasons…” He let his hand wander, tracing his fingers up the inside of her thigh, moving ever higher “All those times... I had to put you in detention… I wonder if you ever hoped I’d punish you like this.” He whispered, his fingers finally reaching the edge of your panties.
“Yes...” She sounded just as desperate as she was for him to touch her.
Hearing the desire in her voice made snape let out a low chuckle, his hand continuing it’s journey, caressing her through the fabric of her panties "And did you ever think about me, after you left my classroom...?”
A soft moan came from her lips, feeling his fingers just teasing her through the fabric “Mhmm...”
Snape smiles as he hears her moan “Mmm, did you touch yourself as you thought about me?"
“Yes...”
His breath shuddering as she confirms his question. He pressed his body tighter against her, his hard cock rubbing against her through the very thin fabric of her panties while his fingers kept teasing.
“Professor...” Her voice sounded more like a moan.
A wave of desire went to his body hearing how she said his title “…Say it again.”
“Professor...”
Snape’s breath shudders as he hears it again. The sound of it coming from her lips is enough to drive him mad. He moves his fingers, finding the edge of her panties again, letting his fingers slide slowly down her thigh, taking the panties with him, until they are around her ankles. Y/N quickly stepped out of it.
The professor took a step back, taking a moment to admire her half-naked body, her pussy exposed to him like that. He kicked her feet away, parting her legs even more and Y/N let out a surprised gasp. He moved back to press himself against her, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness.
Y/N moans at the feeling “Please...”
Snape smirks at her moan, teasing her a little more “Ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, professor...”
The way the title sounded coming from her lips was intoxicating for him. He used his hand to rub his cock again on her, before he positioned himself on her entrance and slowly slide inside of her with a low groan “You’re so tight...”
He gave her a moment to get used at him, caressing the skin of her hips, before he started moving in and out of her, making small groans. Y/N started moan as he moved, the feeling better than she imagined.
Snape leaned even closer, his chest against her back, so he could whisper in her ear while he moved slowly, taking his time “This…this is what you wanted…wasn’t it? Getting fucked by your professor...?”
“Yes...”
“Yes what?” He whispered again.
“Yes, sir.” He started moving a little faster at her answer, his breath quickening, his hands moving to her hair to keep her in that position as he fucked her.
The sounds she made and the way her body felt against his own, combined with the taboo nature of this whole scene, made his head spin and his lust grow. He started moving faster, harder, letting his desire take over.
Her moans started get more frequent as he was thrusting harder and faster on her. The only sounds besides their moans were their skin against each other and the desk moving ever so little as he kept pushing his cock on her.
Snape felt her starting tightening around him and he smirks “Are you close, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Yes, professor...”
The potion master groaned again, his pace going even harder, more desperate “Good… me too…” *He was close, but he wanted, no, he needed her to cum first. His hand went to between her legs, rubbing her clit to make her orgasm first.
And it worked. Y/N’s legs were already shaking, and that made the perfect combination for her orgasm to hit her as her walls tightened around the professor’s cock.
The moment he felt her cum was his breaking point, when he finally came inside of the woman bending over his table. He rode his orgasm, until his body relaxed and he softened, pulling out of her.
Y/N kept laying there, without moving, as she tried to catch her breath after such an intense orgasm. Probably the most intense in her whole life.
Snape helped her get back to her feet and then sat her on his desk. Y/N watches him, as he gets a cauldron and started to brew something.
“What are you doing...?”
He started working on a potion while he spoke, his voice nonchalant and a slight smirk playing across his lips “It’s a Contraceptive Potion…we don’t want any accidents now, do we?”
“Oh...right.” She felt her cheeks getting hot. She completely forgot about that.
Snape quickly finished as she was sitting on the desk, watching him work. He handed it to her “Drink, should have no bad effects.” She drank it, and for once, it didn’t taste too bad.
“You look tired.” Snape says, watching as she stepped back on the ground.
Y/N smiled a little and nods “You tired me.”
He looked, noticing she was still in the uniform. He used his wand to transfigure her clothes back to her pajamas “I'll walk you back.”
The walk back to her chamber was silent, none of them daring to say anything. When they stopped in front of her door, Snape stopped her, turning to face her “You said you still desire me. You should know that I desire you too. More than just for a night.” Y/N smiled a little. “Good night, Y/L/N.”
Follow on from the prologue ‘These Twenty Minutes’ 🤪
Severus Snape x original female character (Eleanor, obviously 🤣)
18+ v v v smutty 😋
5.8k+ words
After spending the twenty minutes between a staff meeting and class unsuccessfully fucking his new human toy, Professor Snape remained in a foul mood for the rest of the day. His brain kept forcing him to relive it; the desperation, the embarrassment, the ruined orgasm. All this being said, however, the memory of looking down and seeing her covered in his untimely release was one of the most arousing images he’d ever seen.
As the day dragged on, with the promise of their next meeting at the end of it, he occasionally allowed his brain to dip into his current fascination; why had how she’d acted and spoken turned him on so much? Turned him on to the point where he felt like he wasn’t in control of his own body.
Was it the thought of her having his child like she said? Not exactly… Was it the risk that that could be the end result if they were so desperate that they didn’t use any precautions? Yes.
Regardless, this still confused Severus to no end; he had never lost control of himself like that before. So, why did it turn him on so much?
Was he embarrassed about what had happened in the Potions Cupboard? Absolutely. But was the idea of doing that all over again in a more controlled situation plaguing his every thought now? More than anything nice that had plagued his brain in his life.
Used to blocking emotions and thoughts out, he had managed to do so in regards to Eleanor only marginally, but by the time his classroom was empty for the day, he was starting to wonder how much longer he could wait.
He had told Eleanor to meet him in his classroom tonight but hadn’t given any specific time. To say he had only quite literally exploded a few hours earlier, he was craving release yet again, and the longer the day went on, the more horny he became. Even each time he used the bathroom for the rest of the day, he was tempted to keep his hand around his cock for just that little bit longer. Once his classes were over for the day, his mind ran away with itself, and it wasn’t until he noticed he was palming himself over his trousers that he tried to force himself to put his mind elsewhere.
A knock sounded at his door, immediately heightening all of his senses as he turned to look at it. He stood up and brushed down the front of his waistcoat whilst walking toward it.
Face still like thunder, he opened it and said, “Miss Eleanor, how kind of you to actually follow instruction and comply with my rules.”
“Hello.” She smiled timidly, holding her hands in front of her.
Severus held the door open a little wider and gestured for her to join him inside his classroom. Once the door was closed and they were alone, he said, “I trust you came alone?”
“Just like you did earlier…” She mumbled.
He heard.
“How dare you have the nerve to bring that up in my own classroom!” He spat immediately.
“What, would it have been different if I said it out in the corridor?” She raised her eyebrows, standing with her hands on her hips.
“Why, you arrogant little tart…” He glared, stepping closer to her.
“Would it hurt you to say something nice?” Eleanor asked, arching a brow.
“I’m not entirely sure you deserve it.” Severus shrugged. “Given your performance earlier.”
Eleanor grinned and dared to reach forward, playing with the high collar of his waistcoat.
She glanced at her fingers and then up at him.
“Oh, I thought I excelled,” She leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his cheek whilst whispering, “Sir.”
Severus froze from the contact before exhaling loudly. Eleanor pulled her head back and flashed him a smirk, now settling her hands on his shoulders.
“Nobody must know what occurred earlier.” A hint of fury flashed in his eyes.
Eleanor snorted—purposefully to cause a reaction. “As if I’d boast about letting Professor Severus Snape fuck me.”
“I’ve a good mind to banish you from this castle.” Severus spoke lowly, trying his best to hold his anger.
Eleanor playfully pouted her lips.
“But not without teaching you a lesson first.”
“Well, we are in a classroom, Professor…” Eleanor now smiled. “It would make perfect sense to do so.”
Severus gritted his teeth and rudely pushed past her, trying not to rise to her attitude. He pulled out the chair from his desk and turned it around before sitting down on it, the stone cold glare still painted upon his face.
“Take your clothes off for me.” He commanded, gesturing to her.
“Right… now?” Eleanor asked, a little taken aback from the abruptness of his request.
“Yes.” Severus nodded, bending his elbows on the chair arms and placing the tips of his fingers together so his hands were presented in a triangular shape. “Right. Now.”
Eleanor glanced down at him and shrugged with an innocent smile. “As you wish, Professor.”
Severus leaned back in his chair and watched as she started to remove each item of clothing. Eleanor glanced down at him and locked eyes as the skirt she was wearing dropped to the ground, leaving her in just her underwear and blouse. Severus’ eyes narrowed and he watched closely as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her now clean blouse. His gaze was in a battle of trying to decide whether to stare at her now bare legs or her gradually parting blouse. Once all the buttons were undone, however, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
“Happy?” She bit her lip.
Severus shook his head. “All of it.”
“But it’s cold in here…” She playfully pouted her lips, but she only protested to try and get a bigger rise out of him other than the one inevitably in his pants.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Severus’ tone lowered warningly, “The temperature in this room should be the least of your worries, Miss Eleanor.”
“Yes, Professor.” She nodded timidly.
That on its own sent a tingle in the front of his trousers, let alone the view he now had in front of him with her completelynaked.
He tried his best to cover up how much this made a change in his breathing and squeezed his thighs together, praying that this small act wasn’t enough to arouse him already.
“Look at you…” He inhaled slowly, drinking in her body. “Just fucking look at you.”
Eleanor blinked hard and watched his eyes wearily. “Is… is that a good thing?”
Severus’ lips parted and he nodded slowly. Silently, he got to his feet and walked towards her, stopping once they were only inches apart. Eleanor bit her lip gently and reached out with one of her hands to lightly brush the back of her fingertips over his flushed cheeks.
“You drive me fucking mad.” He growled, grasping her wrist and pulling it away from his face before smacking their lips together.
Eleanor’s hands immediately snaked around his neck and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair. Severus’ thin, cold hands grasped onto her naked hips and pulled her into him, grunting softly against her lips.
“Do you like what you feel, Severus?” Eleanor whispered, nipping at his lips.
“Mmmh…” He inhaled sharply through his teeth. “I like to be able to grasp what is mine.”
“You like to do a lot with what’s yours, Severus…” Eleanor grinned.
“I do.” Severus pulled back briefly. “It is quite a delicate thing — the pleasures of the flesh.”
“How so?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows, lifting one of her thighs and slotting it between his legs.
“Too slow; not enough.” He taunted his fingertips down her side, making her shiver.
“You’re—”
Severus placed his index finger over her lips. “I’m talking.”
Eleanor bit down on his finger gently, gazing up into his eyes.
“Too fast; ruined.” He continued, pressing down against her thigh.
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you…” She bit her lip to hide a smirk.
Severus’ nostrils flared. “It would not be wise to get clever with me, Miss Eleanor.” He snarled.
“No?” She pursed her lips. “I thought you preferred clever students.”
Severus’ lips curled into a terrifying smile.
“I do.” His lip twitched. “However, you, Miss Eleanor, are not a student.”
Eleanor bit her lip and dared to move closer to him. “What am I, then, Professor?”
Severus placed his hands on her hips and spun them around, walking her backward toward his desk and piercing her eyes darkly with his.
“You are nothing to me but a body.” He pressed her against his desk. “Somewhere or something to put my cock into.” He spoke lowly, pushing his hips against hers. “Something to release myself into.” He lowered her onto the desk and pushed between her legs, towering over her as his tone dropped even more with his lips now over hers, “Do you understand?”
Eleanor felt her breath hitch and hooked her legs around him. “Oh, absolutely.”
Severus desperately pressed his lips to hers, his hands now at either side of her head. Eleanor reached up to unbutton his waistcoat and then shirt, opening her eyes briefly to see either sides gaping open as he remained hovered over her. Severus broke the kiss momentarily to shake the top layer of his clothes off. Eleanor’s hands immediately made a dive for the buttons on Severus’ pants and began to undo them, gazing up at him with wanting eyes. Her eyes met his and she gave him a timid ’can I?’ look, awaiting his nod of approval before pulling his crotch open completely.
“Mmmh, what a treat…” She grinned, her eyes immediately widening when they settled upon the impressive tent in the front of his boxers.
“It’s impressive what effect some desperate whore can have upon me, I’ll give you that.” Severus snarled, watching her eyes as she walked her gaze back and forth over his clothed erection. “But do get on with it, Miss Eleanor.”
“O-Oh, yes, Sir.” Eleanor swallowed hard and pushed his trousers, along with his underwear, down past his hips.
Severus tried to shield a shaky breath whilst his cock snapped upward.
Eleanor’s eyes drifted down to his erection and then back up at him, arching a brow. “Now you get on with it, Professor.”
Severus lowered himself down onto her and stared into her eyes darkly. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to dare to argue but instead her lips were met with his, kissing her fiercely. This was gladly welcomed, as were her legs now being hooked back around him. The difference this time being that they were both completely naked. Severus grunted softly and reached down between them, lining himself up and desperately thrusting forwards. He held himself there for a few moments, breathing heavily against her lips whilst her legs tightened around him.
“Do I have to beg?” Eleanor whispered, pulling at his bottom lip.
“No.” Severus readjusted his hands against the table. “But it helps.”
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much?” She smirked, hovering her lips over his.
“You’re going the right way about being broken in half, Miss Eleanor.” Severus snarled, reaching for her wrists and now pinning them roughly above her head – not a care in the world about what he knocked off his desk in the process.
Eleanor leaned up to kiss him but felt her breath hitch when she noticed he turned his head in disapproval so instead spoke into his ear, “Just make sure you actually get it in me this time, Professor. Hm?”
Severus snarled and kissed her harshly, “Watch your tongue.”
“Oh, I would…” Eleanor spoke between kisses, “Wouldn’t wanna waste a drop.”
Severus inhaled as if he were about to say something, but instead she continued;
“Not when I know how good it tastes.”
That sent Severus’ head spinning.
“Right,” He gritted his teeth, raising his body, “On your knees.”
“K-Kn—”
“Now.” His lip curled in dominance.
Eleanor let out a shaky breath and got to her feet once Severus stood up properly again. She bit her lip as her gaze fell between his legs again, holding onto his thighs as she lowered herself onto her knees. Slowly, she gazed up at him.
“Now what?”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I could write a book on how much you love having your mouth full.”
Eleanor grinned and reached up to wrap her fist around the base of his cock, pointing the tip of it toward her pursed lips. Severus pressed his lips together in a thin line and exhaled in anticipation, feeling himself pulse in her grip. Eleanor leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, eyes closing.
“No,” Severus reached down with one of his hands, grasping the back of her head, “No time for that,” His grip solidified, “Just fucking suck.”
Eleanor parted her lips fully and pushed him all the way to the back of her throat, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. Severus gritted his teeth and bunched her hair up in his fist.
“I said fucking suck.”
Eleanor raised herself up a little more and gripped onto his bare thighs, her eyes gradually falling shut as she began to move her head back and forth. Severus let out a heavy breath and tilted his head back, her hair still in his grasp.
“Mmh, being obedient at last…” Severus growled.
Eleanor dug her fingertips into the bare skin on his thighs and flattened her tongue so that it brushed the underside of his length each time her head moved. Severus shivered in pleasure, and when she started to match her movements with her fist whilst concentrating her mouth on the head of his cock, he found his free hand having to grip onto his desk behind her.
“Mmh, mmh…” Eleanor made soft noises with each little suck, glancing up at him every now and again.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart…” Severus spoke shakily, “I need more.”
Eleanor pulled him out of her mouth all except the head which she rested on the tip of her tongue, gazing up at him like a dutiful dog. “More, Professor?”
Severus nodded quickly before reaching down to place both hands on the back of her head and standing with his legs shoulder width apart. He looked down at her and slowly eased himself all the way back into her mouth again, narrowing his eyebrows. His lip twitched and he finally gave in to his desire — tightening his grip on her hair and starting to drive his hips back and forth without a care in the world for the back of her throat.
Eleanor’s eyes watered and she gripped onto his thighs for dear life. Severus let out shaky grunts with each heavy thrust forward, his grip on her tightening.
“Oh, fuck, yes…” he leaned up on his tiptoes, his head now giving in on staying upright as it swung backward in ecstacy. “So this is how it feels when you comply…”
Eleanor made a soft squeal in response, her heavy eyes opening.
The flame in Severus’ stomach began to flicker suddenly—dangerously. He had so many thoughts going through his mind: he didn’t want to stop because it felt so good, but he didn’t want to give in to his own pleasure so soon, and he also wanted her. Like, really wanted her.
He removed one of his shaky hands from her hair and prodded three fingertips against her forehead, attempting to push her away from him.
Eleanor’s eyes opened once more and she gazed up at him to make sure that he definitely wanted her to stop, and not that he had lost his grip on staying upright—she dared not want to find out the repercussions if she had gotten it wrong.
She pulled him out of her mouth entirely with a pop noise. Severus hissed through his clenched teeth, immediately feeling his body scream from the sudden lack of attention.
“Did I do something wrong, Professor?”
Severus shook his head and snapped his fingers together in a motion for her to get to her feet. Eleanor obeyed and stood up, their direct eye contact not breaking.
“Not wrong,” Severus reached down to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, “not wrong at all.” he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, bringing her closer to him again with his free hand now on the small of her back. “Just changed my mind. Decided I wanted something… different.”
Eleanor placed her hands against his bare chest and massaged her fingertips against his skin as his kisses grew more fierce. The throbbing desperation of his unattended cock was snug between them. Severus was trying everything in his power to try and pay it no mind, and brush over the fact that he could’ve quite easily burst in her mouth.
Eleanor’s hands slid up to the sides of his neck and scratched their way down his skin.
Severus moaned into her mouth from the feeling. Eleanor felt his cock twitch between them and smirked. Severus felt himself growing even more needy. Her nails assaulted him again. Severus groaned from the back of his throat this time, pressing his arousal against her properly.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered, nudging their noses together. Severus’ tongue traced along her bottom lip as if asking for entry—the most polite thing he’d done all day. Eleanor took a small breath and then dared herself to say–
“To kiss the mouth that’s just hosted your cock, hm?”
She saw his face turn pink for a brief moment before fury took its place. Severus glared at her and gritted his teeth. His breathing changed, and for a few long moments that was the only sound that left him.
“Turn around.” his voice wasn’t angry. In fact, it was alarmingly calm.
“Are you going to fuck me, Professor?” Eleanor’s eyes flickered up to his, biting her lip. Her voice lowered into a whisper. “Are you actually going to fill me this time… Professor?”
Severus’ lip twitched angrily, and it was taking everything in him not to lose his composure—everything in him not to immerse himself in her words, everything in him not to touch himself from the way her words made him feel without even lifting a finger.
He repeated his previous instruction, this time with a little more dominance.
“Turn. Around.”
Eleanor nodded compliantly and did as he asked, turning her back to him but purposefully remaining upright but with the tips of her fingers against his desk.
“Like this, Professor?”
Severus inhaled deeply and traced his eyes down her bare back, staying completely still and silent for a few moments—to Eleanor this felt like forever. Eventually, he took a step forward and brushed her hair over one of her shoulders before settling his hands on her hips.
Eleanor held her breath. She could feel his lips tauntingly close to her ear. His fingertips pressed into her bare skin, one hand tracing its way down her lower stomach. She wanted to brush back against him and feel his warmth pulsate against her back, but equally found it eerily chilling how calm he was being.
His head dipped, and she braced herself for his lips against her bare neck, but this never came—instead, he whispered lowly into her ear,
“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for your Professor.”
Eleanor felt every nerve in her body tingle from his request and complied immediately, her fingertips now holding onto the other side of his desk as she positioned herself over it. Severus’ eyes grew large and his lip twitched, exhaling slowly as he drank in the view he had been craving.
“Everything al—”
“Shut up.” Severus snarled, his hands now back on her hips and drawing them a little higher up. “Don’t talk.”
Eleanor swallowed hard, feeling her palms growing sweaty against the desk.
“I think you’ve said enough.”
Those were his final words before reaching between them and driving his hips forward at a force similar to a heard of one hundred angry centaurs. He let out an almighty grunt, and Eleanor responded by tightening her grip on his desk, unsure if the ‘don’t talk’ stretched as far as not being allowed to verbally show how much she’d wanted this.
“Jesus fu…” Severus’ breath was taken from him completely, hands clamped to Eleanor’s hips as they plummeted forward already at an unforgiving speed.
Eleanor could barely contain herself, she felt like she would combust if she didn’t let out a noise. Slowly, she parted her lips and wearily she began to moan. Severus was far too lost in his thrusts to even scold her for it, and before they knew it, they were starting some impromptu competition for who could make the most noise.
Severus repositioned himself slightly and leaned further over her, his breath now hot in her ear.
Eleanor froze and suddenly held her breath.
“How is that?” he mumbled into her ear.
Eleanor parted her lips to speak but paused to let out a whimper when Severus shunted his hips forward rather harshly. Her grip on his desk tightened. Their sweaty bodies rubbed together.
“Is— this— good— enough—?” he grunted each word with a heavy thrust.
Eleanor nodded weakly and felt herself trembling against the desk. Severus moved his head in a vampire-like motion and sunk his teeth into the crevice of her neck, moaning from the back of his throat.
“S—Sev!” Eleanor gasped shakily, narrowing her eyebrows.
“I’m going to fucking…” Severus drew in a deep breath, “Fucking breed you like a filthy fucking…”
But he never made it to the end of the sentence; his own unforgiving hips almost having a mind of their own at this point.
“Mmmh… careful, Professor…” Eleanor’s eyes rolled back but a smirk was growing upon her lips. “Don’t let your darkest desires run away with themselves. We haven’t taken any… precautions…”
This earned the exact reaction she had hoped for; Severus stood up straight, clamped his hands to her hips, drew them up a little higher, and ploughed his hips forward faster than a Gringott’s mine cart with a breaks failure.
“F…” Eleanor tried to speak, grasping onto the desk for dear life as it rattled relentlessly beneath them. “F-Fill me… I dare you.”
Severus’ teeth seethed. Eleanor’s fingertips turned white from how hard she was clinging on, and if Severus were to hold her hips any tighter, he’d be drawing blood.
“Agh, fuck…” Severus hissed, his face contorting as his body went up in flames of arousal. He pulsed madly with each movement and felt his hands beginning to shake against her hips. “D-Don’t you… tell me… what to do…”
Eleanor’s head dropped forward and she turned it to press her hot cheek to then cool surface. Everything that was previously on Severus’ desk was now scattered on the floor—or had fallen over out of its usual position at the very least.
“Mm, fuck… Professor…” Eleanor’s eyebrows narrowed, enjoying every moment of being shunted against his desk with each unapologetic buck of his hips.
Her lips parted and she slowly opened her heavy eyes, glancing up at his face the best she could from the position she was in. Severus’ eyes were screwed shut, lips pressed together in a thin, white line and only parting each time his jaw locked and he let out a constrained moan.
Eleanor didn’t know whether she dare mention it, or even hint, but it was almost as if he had spent the day working on his self control, not teaching his students.
Severus was well aware that the ticking time bomb of his balls seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to Eleanor, but it didn’t stop his unforgiving thrusts. This was what she wanted, and, being honest, vice versa. He’d been thinking about having her in this position all day.
Eleanor chose her moment spectacularly.
“Did you cancel all your classes and learn how to actually to fuck me properly this time?”
“You fucking dare…”
But words failed him. His thrusts slowed. Instead, Eleanor spoke again.
“Are you going to continue tripping over your tongue, or are you going to tell me the truth?”
Severus flashed his teeth again, snarling from her question.
“What truth?” he spat.
“This isn’t like the Severus Snape that attempted to fuck me earlier…”
“Eleanor…” Severus’ tone dropped dangerously.
“Did you make yourself a stamina potion, Professor?”
Severus saw red. If steam could blow out of his ears, it would have. His hips began to drive forward again. His teeth clenched, and his lips snarled in a way that they were visible again.
Eleanor felt a sudden cool breeze against one of her hips as if Severus had removed one of his hands, but before she even had time to think about it, she felt—and heard echo around the room—the stinging contact that his palm met rather brutally with her bottom.
“P-Professor–!”
“So–! Fucking–! Desperate–!” He bellowed with each harsh slap, skilfully timing them with each rough thrust.
“Ah, fuck! Severus!” Eleanor cried out, trying to compose herself. “S-So fucking desperate for you to cum inside me…”
“When I want, not you!” he growled, though there was no denying that his peak certainly wasn’t far away.
“Ugh, please!” Eleanor whined seductively, now pushing her hips back against his as he moved. “I- I want to see your face as you let yourself go…”
Severus’ mouth dropped open and he was fighting the urge of his eyes wanting to roll back in pleasure.
The truth was, he wanted to see her face, too. Her face whilst he gave her what they both wanted.
“You better fucking behave.” He spoke warningly, trying to disguise his shakiness as his movements stopped once more.
Eleanor whimpered when she felt him step back and break their contact completely. Patiently, despite wanting to scream from how badly she needed him, she waited for her cue to stand up properly and turn around.
“What are you waiting for, someone else to finally be interested in what you have to offer?”
His tone was cruel and vicious, and it even took Eleanor by surprise. Cautiously, she stood upright and turned around, perching herself on the edge of his desk and trying to catch her breath.
“Look at you…” he snarled, immediately stepping forward and between her already parted legs.
“Look at me?” Eleanor spoke uneasily, reaching up to place her hands on his sweaty shoulders.
Severus grasped her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Tauntingly, he nudged his hips forward so that the tip of his throbbing length would brush against her—easily slotting about a quarter of the way in before retracting himself again. Eleanor’s grip tightened on his shoulders and she whimpered softly, narrowing her eyebrows as she gazed up at him.
“Yes, you.” He spat, looking down at her with a glint of amusement on his face. “Sopping wet and fucking pathetic.”
Eleanor parted her lips to speak, but he was inside her again. Her lips remained parted, but only a moan came out. Severus pulled back again, an evil grin now upon his face.
Eleanor inhaled shakily and waited for the shiver to run through her body before speaking.
“Coming from the man who can’t even orchestrate an orgasm inside his own personal whore.”
“Why, you…” he gritted his teeth and placed a hand on either of her thighs, roughly pushing them apart.
Eleanor remained silent but raised her feet onto the desk—now with herself spread as wide as possible.
Severus’ hands gripped onto her thighs tighter and moved his hips forward, taunting her yet again by not giving her all of what she wanted.
He tried to keep his lips together for as long as possible—nudging his hips just enough to push the head of his cock inside her—but it wasn’t long before the small delicate motions were even becoming too sensitive for him.
“Oh, fuck…” he muttered to himself, his palms growing sweaty against her skin.
“Ugh, please, Severus…” Eleanor whined, arching her back in need. “Please.”
Severus’ eyes closed. It was taking everything in him not to let go.
“I…” Eleanor swallowed hard. “N-Need it.”
Severus shuddered and narrowed his eyebrows, his cock twitching angrily each time it was removed. He closed his eyes to try and calm his heart rate from being so on the edge, his hands trembling against her thighs.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Professor…” Eleanor bit her lip, leaning back on her elbows. Then she added quieter, “Not like this morning.”
Severus’ eyes snapped open and he glared at her furiously. Eleanor could’ve sworn she saw the anger bubble up inside of him.
Without word, he started driving his hips forward again at a merciless pace. Eleanor cried out in pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut, but this was very soon cut short when Severus then lunged over her body; one hand slamming purposefully at the side of her head to balance him and the other one clasping around her throat.
Eleanor opened her eyes widely and gladly welcomed his weight on top of her—though the hand around her throat was new. His eyes were like the devil, his teeth were showing firmly clenched together, and if he had grunted any louder, saliva would’ve passed between them without them even needing to kiss.
“S… S…” Eleanor attempted weakly at moaning his name, but the weight of the crevice between his thumb and index finger prevented her from actually forming a word.
Their eyes met. Time felt like it had frozen. It was as if Eleanor had forgotten that Severus’ hand was about to crush her airways. His black pools were mesmerising. Love? Hate? Scared? Would she ever know what was going on behind those eyes? Come to think of it, would he even know?
Severus’ thighs turned to led. Eleanor’s stomach was on fire. It was only a matter of time.
He removed his hand and gripped onto her shoulder. Eleanor gasped loudly as she was raised upright, but barely managed to get her breath back before they were kissing—hard and desperately. Eleanor hooked her legs around him and slid her nails up the back of his neck, shakily grasping onto the hair at the nape of his neck.
She felt him tense and dug her heals into his bottom, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging it out slightly—the tugging being helped greatly by the harsh movements of his hips shaking her entire body.
“Fill me.”
“Fucking… Christ…” Severus moaned, his eyes rolling back as his cock gave a threatening pulse.
Eleanor lost her breath even more than when he had had his hand clamped to her throat. She tightened her legs around him even more and gasped in pleasure as they both combusted at once. The tightness of Eleanor’s climax brought on Severus’ even more intensely, and vice versa.
“Fucking, fuck— fuck!” He cried out loudly, veins showing in his forehead as his face turned deep red.
“Mmh, Severus!” Eleanor gasped, her body trembling against the desk as his pounding hips refused to let up riding out their orgasms.
As much as she was rattling against him, her feet remained pressed firmly into him to ensure that she didn’t miss a single drop. Severus’ hips were relentless, the way she was acting making him want to carry on until his cock fell off.
“Ugh, fuck.” Severus exhaled heavily, pressing a clumsy kiss to her lips as his hips bucked forward. “Is…” He swallowed hard, feeling himself twitch from how sensitive he felt. “Is that what you wanted?”
Eleanor nodded, her hands shaking through his sweaty hair as his hips reluctantly came to a stop. Severus broke the kiss and his head fell forward. His lips landed on her shoulder, her lips landed on his neck, and they could both taste the sweat on their bodies.
Even after the writhing against each other’s bodies had stopped, Eleanor’s fingers continued to play with his damp hair, and Severus’ arms remained around her…and for a few long moments, until his brain registered what he was doing, he held her against him. Their sweat moulded into one, their hearts thumped together, and all their thoughts seemed to match.
“Right, well,” Severus cleared his throat and dropped his hands by his sides, pulling himself away, “You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted.”
Eleanor wanted to make a joke about how managing not to bust in ten seconds was what he wanted, but she didn’t. He seemed almost sheepish. Their bodies parted, or peeled apart, more like, and the room remained silent all except their heavy breathing.
“Am I allowed to say how much I enjoyed it?” Eleanor asked timidly, now crossing her legs on his desk whilst leaning back on her hands.
“Whether you enjoyed it or not means nothing to me.” He lied. “Like I said; we both got what we wanted.”
The room fell silent again for a few long moments until Eleanor spoke.
“I can’t get enough of your hands on me, Professor.”
Severus was midway turning around to grab at the pile of clothes on the floor, but this comment made him turn back to her.
“You… liked it when I put my hand to your neck?” He arched a brow.
Eleanor shrugged and nodded at the same time.
Severus’ lip twitched, unsure what to do with this new information.
“Get dressed.” He tossed her clothes carelessly in her direction before getting dressed himself.
Eleanor, much like the rest of the day, did as she was told.
“When can I see you again?” She asked.
“We work in the same school, Miss Eleanor, you will see me every working day.” He narrowed his eyebrows. “Do not ask stupid questions.”
“No, I mean…” She pursed her lips. “Like this.”
Severus glanced aimlessly around the room. “I have some papers to mark for tomorrow. Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.”
“But, you didn’t—”
“Goodnight, Miss Eleanor.” His voice was more firm this time.
“Right,” Eleanor made her way to the door, “Yes.”
“Oh, and Eleanor?”
His back was facing her but he heard her footsteps come to a halt.
“Yes?”
Severus stopped aimlessly faffing with his student’s books and looked up at her.
“No one else is allowed to be interested in you.” He walked over to the door where she was stood and spoke in a gruff tone. “Do you understand?”
Eleanor’s lips twitched into a smirk and she scanned his face, squinting her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her hand and dared to cup his face in it, delicately brushing her thumb across his lips as she spoke,
“Oh, I absolutely understand.” She nodded slowly, genuinely shocked that he was allowing her to touch him like this. “I’ll forever be on your desk… waiting to be spread open.”
Severus’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt an almighty jolt in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps the pretend book marking could wait.
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Summary: Sirius had his little stash of enchanted sweets that he always claimed were "too strong for you." But you want to feel what he feels, to have fun like they do when they're soft and floaty and grinning. So when you’re left alone and curious, you make a mistake, eating an entire magical aphrodisiac meant to be split between four. What follows is hours of heat, begging, and unbearable need.
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A/N: PSA; LMAO this is filthy as hell.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, Dom!Remus, Mean Switch!Sirius, Soft Switch!James, Innocent!Reader, dom/sub, drug use (smoking weed/edibles), aphrodisiac, sex pollen effects, extreme body reaction, size kink/difference, begging, crying, rough sex, praise kink, degradation, fingering, belly bulge, squirting, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare, slight angst
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The Gryffindor common room was warm with an orange hue from the fire, and faint laughter crackling beneath the noise of pages turning.
You sat curled in the crook of James’s lap, your cheek against his chest as he read aloud from one of your shared textbooks, his voice steady and comforting, even though you weren’t listening anymore.
Sirius was pacing nearby, fidgety and barefoot, hair mussed from where he kept tugging on it. His shirt was barely buttoned, and he had that smug look that always meant he was up to something.
Remus sat curled sideways in the armchair with his long legs hanging over the armrest. The Marauder watched Sirius with the patience of a saint and the suspicion of someone who knew him far too well.
“So when exactly were you going to tell us?” Remus asked, lazily turning a page in his worn copy of The Hobbit.
Sirius grinned and flopped dramatically into the chair opposite. “Shipment came in this morning. You should’ve seen the owl. Grumpy bastard nearly bit me.
Remus’s brows lifted. “And what exactly did this grumpy owl bring you, hmm?”
James snorted against your temple. “Something that’s going to get us all banned from the tower if McGonagall catches wind of it.”
Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and leaned over to tap the side of his nose. “Let’s just say, the good stuff. Two rolls and three little boxes, plus the new batch of glitter ones. Stronger than last time.”
You blinked, sitting up slightly from James’s chest. “Glitter ones?”
All three of them paused, the kind of pause that made it very obvious they’d forgotten you were in the room.
Sirius immediately flashed you a charming, toothy grin. “Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, darling.”
James kissed the side of your head, smoothing a hand down your back. “Just stuff we use to unwind. Not really your thing, love.”
Remus, of course, watched you closest. His green eyes flicked over your expression, studying the soft knit of your brows, the way your lips parted just slightly.
“You’re curious,” he said simply.
You ducked your head back into James’ chest, cheeks going warm. “A little.”
Sirius barked a laugh, and James squeezed you gently. “Our little pup wants to go to the moon with us, eh?”
Remus didn’t laugh. His voice lowered just enough to draw your eyes to him. “Curious is one thing. Ready is another.”
~~~~~
The Astronomy Tower always felt like their place. Above the school, above the rules – high enough that it felt like the stars were listening. Sirius had a blanket spread on the stone floor and his cloak wrapped around his shoulders, loose like a shawl. He passed the joint to James with practised ease, laughing around a story you weren’t following.
James sat beside you this time, his hand playing absently with yours. You were snuggled between him and Remus, your head tucked on Remus’s shoulder, both of them warm in the cool night air.
Sirius exhaled smoke toward the stars. “Felt like the first time I saw Reg got absolutely slaughtered on firewhisky. Poor bastard tried to flirt with a mirror.”
James howled with laughter, and even Remus let out a soft chuckle as you rocked with the movement.
You watched them quietly, now hugging your knees to your chest, oversized jumper keeping you warm. They all looked so comfortable, maybe the thing they were smoking smelled funny, but you wanted to feel it too. Feel as relaxed and laugh as hard as they did.
Sirius caught you watching and winked. “Want some, darling?”
You hesitated. “I… maybe? I want to feel what you’re all feeling.”
Remus shifted beside you, his hand heavy against your shoulder, pulling your body until you’re flush against his chest, relaxing into his arms. “It’s not just the joint, love.”
You look up at him over your shoulder, “I thought what you were smoking was making you all feel funny?”
Sirius held up the joint between his fingers. “This, yeah. But I also took a little gummy about an hour ago.”
He grinned, proud of himself. “The kind that makes everything feel like clouds and lava all at once.”
James added helpfully, “We took them together before dinner, and mine just kicked in.”
You blinked. “So you’re not just high, you're extra high?”
“Basically, yes,” Sirius passed the joint to James, who took another slow drag, tilting his head toward the sky as he exhaled. “Which is why, love, you might want to wait. This stuff’s not for baby puppies.”
“I’m not a baby,” you mutter, leaning further into Remus with your arms crossed.
Remus’s gaze was sharp, though his touch around your waist was gentle. “No. But you’re ours. And we don’t want you to rush into something you don’t understand.”
James flicked ashes into a little enchanted jar. “We should show her the stash. So that she knows what’s what.”
“Not up here,” Remus said immediately. “Late, maybe. With all of us.”
James leans over, nuzzling your cheek and whispering, “We’ll take care of you, yeah? Always.”
You melt into his touch, giggling to yourself as he kisses all over your face.
Back in the dorm later, the boys let you sit on the edge of their bed as Sirius knelt beside the bottom drawer of his trunk, unlocking it with a quiet flick of magic.
Inside was a velvet-lined box. Several, actually.
Your eyes went wide.
“This,” Sirius began, holding up a shimmery purple chocolate, “is one of the glitter ones. Warmth, light body float, extra giggly.”
He picked up a deep blue one. “This? Time goes weird. Don’t recommend unless you’ve got nothing to do for twelve hours.”
The third is glittery pink, pretty. “This is one I had earlier. Not too strong, just makes you feel happy and relaxed.”
Another, red and shaped like a heart. “This one’s a little special. I was saving it. Makes you, well, hot. All over. Can’t think straight. Touch feels like lightning. Fun for group nights.”
You’re left with more questions than answers, “Hot?”
Remus’s hand slid gently over your lower back. “Aroused, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” you breathed, eyes wide.
Sirius grinned wolfishly and snapped the box shut. “But not for you, not yet.”
James chuckled, pulling you into his lap. “Not until our good girl is ready. And when you are…”
He brushed his lips to your ear, biting on the lobe. “We’ll take care of every inch of you.”
Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead like a promise. “No rushing. No pressure.”
Sirius blew out a breath and flopped backwards onto the bed. “Can’t believe we’re this responsible now. Look at us.”
“Shocking,” Remus deadpanned.
You giggled and curled closer to James, your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.
And as you eventually drifted off in the tangle of arms and warmth, the drawer with the stash stayed in the corner of your mind. Tucked away. Waiting.
~~~~~
The sun was lazy and warm, stretching gracefully across the Hogwarts lawn. It was a rare afternoon, no rain, no wind, no assignments due, just grass, light and the soft hum of spring.
You were curled sideways in Sirius’s lap on a blanket they’d laid out beneath a tree, his arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin hooked over your shoulder. He smelled like cedarwood, smoke and the last of his cologne, and he was warm–too warm, probably, with how the sun bathed the back of his black humper. Not that he cared. Sirius loved the drama of melting for you.
Remus was stretched out nearby, one knee bent, flipping lazily through Advanced Potion Brewing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up past his forearms so a couple of his scars were visible. James sat beside him, close enough that their legs brushed, his fingers plucking bits of grass and twirling them around. His hair was wild from Quidditch practice, cheeks still flushed pink from exertion.
Sirius blew on your neck. “You’re squirmy today, darling.”
“I’m not,” you mumbled, shifting again to get comfortable. “You’re warm.”
“You love my warmth.”
“I love your mouth shut,” Remus mused without looking up from his book.
“Rude,” Sirius chuckled against your ear. “You hear that? Verbal abuse. In front of a lady.”
James snorted. “You deserve worse, Padfoot.”
“You usually give me worse,” Sirius purred.
That earned a flicker of reaction. Remus’s eyes slid sideways, just enough to pin James in place.
“You do?” you asked softly, turning your head toward James. James’s ears turn pink.
“I mean, sometimes,” he said, tossing the grass away and sitting back. “When Moony lets me.”
Remus’s lips quirked. “When you earn it.”
You felt Sirius’s arms tighten around your waist slightly as he watched them, interest spiking like a cat watching prey. “Here we go,” he whispers into your shoulder.
Remus sat up slowly, his gaze still trained on James. “You’re getting twitchy again, love.”
“I’m fine,” James said a little too quickly, his hands now picking at the hem of his shirt.
“Mm,” Remus reached out, caught Jame’s chin gently between his long fingers, and turned his face to look up at him. “That mouth’s getting cheeky. You sure you don’t need help with that?”
James opened his mouth to sass, but Remus kissed him before he could get the words out. Firm, slow, all knowing. James melted instantly. His hands dropped, and you could see the tension leave his body in waves as Remus deepened the kiss.
Sirius chuckled lightly to himself, clearly delighted. “Gods, I love when he goes soft like that.”
You were watching, wide-eyed, as James whimpered against Remus’s mouth, just once, and Remus took that as an invitation to push him gently backwards until James was leaning on his elbows, staring up like he couldn’t remember what the sky looked like.
“Is he…” You trailed off.
“Melting?” Sirius answered, “Yeah, it happens every time.”
Remus finally pulled back, licking his bottom lip like he was tasting victory as James was flushed and slightly stunned.
You nodded slowly, heat pooling in your belly. The air felt warmer. Everything felt more.
You shifted in Sirius’ hold, curling in closer, and said before you could chicken out. “So if I wanted to try the glitter one, I’d just take a quarter, right?”
Everything stilled. Sirius barked a laugh and leaned his head back, grinning toward the sky. “Merlin, that’s adorable.”
Remus turned his head slowly, one brow lifting. “A quarter?”
“That’s what you said, Sirius–”
“I said a quarter of the purple one if you’re new, not the glitter,” he corrected, smirking. “The glitter one will have you think you’re a mermaid and trying to swim in the sink. It’s euphoric and bright and made, absolutely not starter level.”
James sat up again, still slightly flushed in the cheeks. “Isn’t the glitter one that makes everything smell like strawberries?”
“No,” Sirius said dramatically. “That’s the fizzy. Gods, none of you ever listen to me.”
Remus was now just watching you, head tilted slightly. “Do you even remember what the shimmer one does, love?”
You take a moment to think, “Hands glow?”
“Nope,” Sirius said gleefully, enjoying this moment far too much.
Remus gave you a look that was all affection, all fondness, but with just enough edge to remind you who was in charge. “Not quite ready yet, pup.”
You pouted, turning slightly to tuck your face into Sirius’s neck. “I’m trying.”
“I know,” Remus said gently. “And I love that you’re curious. Bu we’ll wait.”
James scooted forward and kissed your knee. “You’ll get there, sweetheart. And when you do…”
Sirius whispered against your ear, “We’ll make it a very good night.”
You squirmed, suddenly shy again. Sirius gave a lot to him and looked back toward James and Remus, watching the lingering way Remus’s hand rested on James’s thigh now. “Well. Somebody’s getting marked tonight.
James groaned and chucked a flower at him. Remus looked entirely unbothered.
Then the bell rang, echoing faintly through the grounds.
James sighed. “Quidditch. Come on, Padfoot. Let the poor girl go.”
Remus stood and stretched. “Prefect rounds.”
Sirius helped you to your feet and kissed your cheek. “Be good.” He winked. “Or don’t. We’ll find out later.”
James kissed you twice, once on the cheek, once on your lips, and whispered, “Our girl.”
Remus’s hand trailed briefly along your lower back as he passed. “We love you. No exploring the drawers while we’re gone.”
Your cheeks burned. “I won’t!”
They walked away with teasing murmurs and shoulder bumps, Sirius turning around to blow you a kiss before Remus shoved him forward.
You sat back down in the grass with the scent of them still lingering in the breeze, heart whole, belly warm.
An hour passed before you stood from the lawn and decided to head back to the shared dorm room. It was always eerily quiet without any of them in there.
Sirius had left a mess of clothes scattered across the floor, his leather jacket draped over Remus’s desk chair, and James’s broom sat resting against the foot of his bed. The scent still lingered on the pillows, and it was comforting, but not enough to last.
You were curled in the centre of their oversized bed, arms hugging your legs, chin tucked between your knees. Why was it always so boring when they weren’t around?
You did try just to relax, listening to Remus’s records or reading some of your books, but the drawer kept catching your eye.
Maybe you weren’t ready. But you were tired of feeling left out and being treated like a baby. They all got to float and laugh and kiss and touch each other like nothing in the world could ever go wrong. And you watched that.
You watched to show them you could handle it, that you weren’t just the sweet, sheltered pup. You could be bold. You could belong.
You sat on the edge of the bed, chewing your lip, staring at the drawer like it might open itself.
And then you stood, the drawer wasn’t locked. You opened it slowly, tentatively. Inside the velvet boxes, little tins, colour-coded chocolates and candies lay. You tried to remember which one was which.
“Purple. Quarter. Starter one.”
You squirted. Was the purple one the shimmer? Or the calm one? Your eyes landed on a deep red heart-shaped sweet in a velvet box. Small. Pretty. Safe-looking, not remembering the specifics of the effects that Sirius had explained.
You plucked it out of the pouch and turned it over in your hand. You bit off a corner, just a nibble. Then, another little bite until the sweet was consumed completely.
It tasted like a blend of rose and strawberry, with a slight hint of spiciness, and your heart pounded as you waited, but nothing happened.
No floating, no laughing or waves of bliss.
Your shoulders sank. “Seriously?”
You gave it a few more minutes, paced a little, even sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for anything. But there was no difference. Your tongue still worked. Your mind was clear. Nothing was spinning—no sherbet flavours or dreamy sighs.
Disappointed, you changed into your uniform and headed down to dinner.
The Great Hall was busy, buzzing with students. The candlelight above seemed a little brighter tonight, but you figured it was just your eyes adjusting.
You found them halfway up the Gryffindor table. Sirius immediately scooted over nd patted the bench beside him. “There’s my girl.”
James beamed from the other side of the table. “You look sweet enough to eat.”
Remus gave you a look. A very Remus look. Like he was scanning you for signs of trouble, and your heart did a nervous flutter.
But then he smiled and tugged you gently to sit between him and Sirius. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you said quickly, averting your eyes, always embarrassed when all their eyes are on you.
Sirius leaned over and kissed your temple tenderly, and your breath caught. For just a moment, your skin tingled.
Weird.
You tried to shake it off. It was probably just your imagination or nerves.
Reaching for your goblet, your hands were just the tiniest bit shaky.
“Eat something,” James encouraged. “You’ve gone all flushed.”
“She always does when she has Remus’ full attention on her,” Sirius says proudly, planting another kiss on your skin. “Don’t worry, pup, I do too.”
You smiled, biting back a laugh, and then you felt it.
A low throb in your belly.
You shifted on the bench. Remus was buttering a roll. His hand brushed your knee under the table—just casual, absent-minded affection.
You nearly jolted. Your thighs clenched painfully close. Heat licked up your spine.
You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking to the doorway, the ceiling, anywhere but them.
Sirius reached across you to steal a bite from James’s plate, his arm brushing your chest. “Oi, Prongs, don’t hot the potatoes, love.”
James rolled his eyes and leaned across the table closer to you, reaching over the centre to grip your hand. It was meant just to be a soft show of affection. That’s when you felt it for real.
The ache. Low. Deep. Hot.
Your underwear was damp. Then soaked. Like a tap had opened up between your thighs, but it was from your cunt. You froze. Your thighs were wet.
Your stomach cramped sharply, curling inward like a clenched fist. “Oh god,” you whispered, not being able to stop yourself.
Remus looked at you sharply. “What’s wrong?”
You forced a smile, unable to meet his eye, picking up your fork. “N-Nothing. Just a stitch.”
Sirius leaned in closer. “You alright, darling?”
Your eyes burned. Panic bloomed in your chest. You could feel it pooling beneath you, heat, slick, an unbearable pressure in your lower belly as if you needed something and didn’t know what.
You whimpered without meaning to.
Remus’s eyes narrowed, concerned. “Love…”
James’s hand is across the table again, holding onto your wrist, his thumb stroking your skin in soothing strokes. “Wha’ts hurting?”
His touch was making the sensation worse. “ I-I just need–” you couldn’t finish.
You stood up abruptly. Too fast.
Sirius tried to reach for you, but you were already sliding out of the bench on unsteady legs. “Bathroom,” you choked out. “Be right back.”
And you ran. You bolted from the Great Hall, barely aware of your feet hitting the stone, of the voices calling after you.
Your hands trembled as you pushed open the nearest door and locked it behind you, sagging against it with a sob.
Your underwear was soaked. Your thighs were dripping. Your clit was a hard nub, filled with blood and throbbing. The cramps were worse, like your body was begging, screaming, clenching for something, but nothing could fix it.
You were shaking so violently that your teeth were chattering together. You slid to the floor, pressing your palm against your belly, trying not to cry.
You were so stupid. You’d wanted to prove something. To feel like them. To be strong, like Sirius. Cool, like James. In control, like Remus.
But now your body was on fire. And your mind was foggy. And you were so wet that it was running down your legs. And you didn’t even know how to make it stop.
They were going to be so angry. Or worse, they’d be disappointed. You buried your face in your hands.
Outside, the sounds of the castle continued: laughter, footsteps, the clinking of cutlery. But in here? You were falling apart.
~~~~~
The dorm door slammed behind you as you stumbled inside, your fingers trembling before you collapsed onto the edge of the magically sized bed, big enough for all four of you.
As you curled into a ball, all you could feel was how soaked the sheets became the second you sat down. You were panting. Seating. Your skin was boiling. Every inch of you is too tight, too sensitive. Your thighs were slick with arousal, and your panties were drenched; the cramping in your belly was sharp, needy and awful all at once.
You whimpered and clutched at your stomach. “Please…”
You didn’t know who you were begging. Everything hurt. You needed something, anything, to make the pain go away; you just didn’t know what to do.
You’d been stupid. So stupid.
The door suddenly bangs again—voices and rushed steps.
You barely lifted your head before they were flooding in.
“Pup?” All three of your boyfriends stopped dead.
You were curled up on the bed, trembling, your skirt bunched around your hips, one leg pulled up, and your panties were completely soaked, nearly translucent, sticking to your thighs.
The scent of your arousal hit the air like a spell. Sirius was the first to move, instinct sharp and immediate. “Fuck. Fuck, darling–” he was at your side in seconds, on his knees in front of the bed, hands hovering but not touching. “What happened?”
You sobbed, grabbing at his shirt, nails digging into the fabric. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening– it hurts, I can’t– I’m so– I’m so wet–”
Remus moved slowly, deliberately, coming up behind you as Sirius cradled your face. James hovered near the door, stunned, lips parted.
Then Remus’s eyes flicked to the drawer. It was open. Wide open. And a red velvet box was missing.
Realisation hit him like lightning. “No. Tell me you didn’t–”
“I just– I wanted– to feel like you– to be strong–” your voice cracked, high and frantic. “I only took the one. I thought it was the nice one–”
Sirius's breath hitched. “What colour, love?”
“Red,” you whispered.
James finally moved, crossed the room and dropped to his knees at your other side. “Oh, love–no.”
“That was the aphrodisiac”, Remus said tightly, jaw clenching. “The strongest one.”
Sirius cupped your face gently, his voice tense. “That was meant to be split for the four of us. Together. You weren’t–fuck, darling, you weren’t ready for that.”
“I know,” you whimpered. “I know, I didn’t know– I tried to be good–”
Remus turned to Sirius. “How strong was it?”
“Really fucking strong.”
Your hips rolled without meaning to. “Please–” you sobbed, tears dripping down your neck. “I can’t– everything hurts– I need – please touch me–”
James climbed onto the bed, stroking your face. His hand found your inner thigh, and his breath hitched. “She’s soaked, Moons. Dripping everywhere.”
Remus’s jaw ticked. “We’ll help you, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, year?”
You nodded frantically, gripping onto the pillow beneath your head and moving it between your legs, rocking your soaked core against it, needing some form of relief.
“Good girl,” Sirius said, voice low, eyes locked on where you’re riding his pillow between your thighs. “You’re gonna let us take care of you. You’ve been so brave.” Your body trembled, completely overwhelmed.
You didn’t even realise you were crying until Remus kissed the tears off your cheeks.
“Love,” he tried to remain calm, encouraging as his thumb brushed your soaked lips, “You have to breathe. Deep, slow. You hear me?”
You nodded, but the ache in your cunt was so loud it made everything else feel fuzzy. You were soaked, clenching around nothing, slick running down your thighs, pooling under you, your clit swollen and throbbing. It hurt. Everything hurt in the best and worst ways.
Sirius groaned deeply behind Remus. “She’s fucking ruined already, and we haven’t even touched her.”
James pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and close to your ear. “You did so well trying to wait for us, honey. We’ve got you now.”
“I-I need–” you gasped. “It’s not enough, nothing's enough, please–”
Remus’s hand moved down between your thighs, two fingers flipping through your soaked folds, “Fuck, you’re burning up, love.”
You whimpered at the slightest contact, throwing the wet pillow across the room to give Remus more room. His fingers hadn’t even pushed in fully yet, just brushed past your clit as your hips jerked, another gust of juices coating his scarred knuckles.
“Sensitive little thing,” Sirius purred. “Bet your clit’s screaming, huh? All swollen and throbbing, my poor pup.”
“Please–” you sobbed again. “I’m sorry, I just-I just wanted to feel what you do–”
“And now you’re stuck, hm?” Sirius cooed mockingly. “Look at you. Our precious girl’s just a fuckdoll now. Dumb and leaking.”
Remus shot him a look, but Sirius didn’t stop; he just looked hungry. James kissed your temple, helping you stay focused and grounding you in the process. “We’ll help you, my love. You’re notion trouble. Just let Moony take the lead.”
Remus nodded once, getting into the headspace. “James, make sure the pillows are under her head and then get her legs up, keep her thighs open.”
“On it.”
“Sirius, grab the towels, she’s going to soak through the sheets.”
“Already is,” Sirius chortled, but obeyed.
Remus’s fingers slid inside you, just two, and the sensation was already too much, not from pain but from relief.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low and soothing, but his cock was visibly straining behind his trousers.
Your inner walls, warm and tight, clenched immediately, spasming hard enough that you nearly came on the spot. Remus stilled. “You’re not even going to last, are you?” he said in the kindest way, eyes locked on where his fingers were sunk to the knuckle. “That desperate, you’re going to cum from just this?”
“More–” you shouted, head tipping back onto the pillows James had fluffed. “Please, it’s not– Remus–more–”
He pushed a third finger in. Your whole body shook.
James kissed your knee as he held it back. Sirius slides beside you again, licking a drop of sweat from your cheek. “Look at you. Messy little thing.”
Then came the fourth finger. You came hard, a violent, gusting squirt that soaked Remus’s hand and frenched the towel Sirius had shoved under your hips. Your scream cracked, raw and high, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to catch your breath.
“There she is,” Sirius bragged, watching your juices drip down Remus’ wrist. “I told you she was ready for four.”
Remus didn’t move, but just held his fingers inside you as you trembled and whimpered, blinking up at him as your tears still fell. “You’re still clenching, are you still not done?”
You shook your head frantically, “It’s not enough.”
Sirius leaned in, grinning, “Greedy little pup, aren’t you? Bet you’d take five if Moony let you. You’d fucking split for it, wouldn’t you?”
Remus shot him a warning glance. “No one’s putting five fingers in her.”
“But she wants it,” Sirius said mockingly, kissing your temple like it was a prize. “Poor baby doesn’t know what to do with herself.”
“I’ll show her what she needs.” Remus pulled his fingers out with a wet, squelching sound. You whined at the loss, trying to chase his hand with your hips. He stripped off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt, eyes never leaving you. His cock was massive, girthy and flushed.
You moaned, reaching for him. “Please–need to be full–”
“Deep breathe, love.” His voice held a gentleness that calmed your soul but still had authority. “You’re going to take it. But I’m not rushing and hurting my girl.”
He lined up and began pressing in, so slowly. Too slowly. You thrashed beneath him, tears in your eyes, trying to roll your hips to take more, but James still held you open firmly, keeping you in place.
Remus groaned, his eyes closing for just a second as his hair began to stick to the perspiration on his forehead. “You’re squeezing me so tight already. Try to relax for me.”
James stroked your inner knee as your lips parted in a silent scream. “She’s gripping him like a vine. Baby, you’ve got to relax for him, if you want him so bad.”
“Can’t–feels too good–urts but feels– I want it all–”
He was halfway in when you sobbed, “Remus–please–cock-ned it, need it all. Deeper!”
“You’re taking me so well,” he grunted, “So full already, look.”
He took your hand and placed it just above your pubic bone. You gasped, head shooting up as you felt the slight bulge in your belly. “Feel that?” he said, breathless. “That’s me. Deep in your tiny cunt.”
You came again. Screamed, soaked him, soaked the towel, soaked everything. Remus moaned, finally bottoming out, holding you still as you trembled beneath him, twitching and crying and shaking like you were going to fall apart.
You were shaking when Remus pulled out of you. A fresh gush following him, your pusy stretched and fluttering now, aching for more. You didn’t even get the chance to breathe before the cramps came back.
Deep, hot, mean little twists low in your belly, like your pussy was begging to be filled again.
“Fuck–” you gasped, back arching, hands clawing for the nearest body. “Please–it hurts again– need–need”
Sirius was on you in seconds. “Shh, pup,” he taunted mockingly, climbing between your spread thighs. “You had the whole sweet, didn’t you? Greedy, greedy girl. Didn't even leave any for us.”
“Hurts,” you cried, reaching for him. “I can’t–Sirius–need you–”
He sat up, grunting as he slapped his now exposed cock against your swollen clit. The overwhelming lightning of sensations caused you to scream once again, trying to roll your hips, but he grabbed them firmly.
“Stay still, pup,” he warned, licking his lips. “You’re not in charge tonight. I’m going to look after you, remember?”
He looked wrecked, eyes blown wide, clothes gone, pale chest heaving, black strands of hair sticking to the side of his sweaty face, but he was there, so focused on you, so in control.
“You want to cum?" he asked, lazily running the tip of his cock through your soaking labia. “Want to soak me like you did Moony?”
You nodded frantically, mewling pathetically. Sirius just grinned.
“Then you’ll cum when I say so. Not a moment before.”
You nodded desperately, needing him to do anything. “Please–”
“You asked for this, just keep looking at me, ok? So I know you’re still with me, darling," he growled, pushing inside you in a single, brutal thrust.
He was lengthy, hitting something high up in your cunt that made your vision flash white, the slight bulge in your lower belly returning with his movements. “Fuck–she’s tighter than ever," he said, amazed, pulling out and slamming back in. "You’re sucking me in, pup, like your cunt knows I’ll fill it better than anyone.”
You screamed again, eyes focused on him, trying to do as instructed. And Sirius laughed, a wicked sound as he started fucking you fast. His hips slapped against your overstimulated clit with every thrust. Your body jerked and twisted, eyes rolling back as another orgasm tore through you.
Sirius didn’t even have it in him to chastise you for orgasming with his permission, loving how your body was reacting to him, like it was sucking him in as hard as it could, not wanting to let go.
“You’re crying?” he cooed, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Poor thing, so overwhelmed.
His voice dropped lower, almost tender. “But you’re doing so well for me, darling. Taking it so deep, letting me ruin you. So fucking perfect like this.”
You sobbed, clinging to him. “Love you–love you so much–”
His breath hitched as his movements slowed. “Yeah?” he whispered. “Even when I fuck you like this?”
You nodded, and he groaned like it hurt him. “God, I love you too,” he gasped, snapping his hips into you even harder. “So fucking music, it makes me insane.”
Another orgasm crashed over you, your thighs smappemed in James' hold, your back arched off the bed. You were crying so hard you couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't stop shaking.
You didn’t even realise he was cumming until you felt it, hot, thick spurts deep inside, and his hand cupping the bulge in your belly with possessive pride.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “So full, all mine.”
And then as he pulled out, the cramps came back.
Your hands trembled, already crying out in pain, as another body moved over you, the grip on your legs easing slightly.
“J-James," you whimpered for him, blinking up at him with big, wide eyes.
Your thighs were slick and raw. Your clit was throbbing, swollen and untouched for too long.
James kissed you gently, not caring that your face was covered in tears and sweat. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
He didn’t tease like Sirius. He knew what you needed, so without a moment of hesitation, he lined up, slid inside in one slow motion, groaning low as he bottomed out.
With gentler hands, he scooped your legs back up, wrapping them around his waist, holding you still as you fluttered around him, Sirius’s cum mixing with your slick on your thighs.
“You’re so wet, pup. So warm. You feel like heaven.”
You cried out again; he tenderly kissed away your tears. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered against your cheek. “You’ve taken us all like a good girl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. You know that?”
You nod in your delirious state. And then he started to move, not fast and hard but purposeful, making sure you feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. You felt every inch, every praise of love, of devotion as he fucking you through the pain.
“Let go of me,” he said, voice shaking as he kissed the tip of your nose, forehead resting against yours, chest to chest. “Cum on me again, baby. Let me feel you.”
You did, and he followed, soft moans into your ears, his hands shaking as he filled you, holding you tightly. You were sobbing by the end, no longer sure of what, anymore.
Your body was gone, empty, used and loved. Your brain was cotton. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, the wetness between your thighs a mess of Sirius, James and your juices. You were twitching, limbs weak, moaning softly with every little cramp.
“Hurts again,” you whimpered, exhausted. Remus climbed back onto the bed.
“I know, love. Let me help you one more time.”
He guided himself back in, being careful, but your body still melted into the touch. The cramps eased instantly.
You sighed, eyes fluttering closed.
“Cocking warming only,” Remus said, brushing your hair from your face. “No more thrusting. Just keeping you full. That’s all.”
James wrapped you in his arms, Sirius pressing kisses to your fingers, your temple, your wrist.
“You did so well for us,” James whispered.
“So proud of you,” Sirius added.”
Remus kissed your lips. “Sleep, little one. We’ll keep you safe.”
And you did.
~~~~~
You weren’t sure what woke you. You were warm, too warm– your skin damp with sweat, your thighs slick and trembling, and your throat burned like you’d been screaming.
You had been. That much came back quickly. So did the ache.
Between your legs, dull and constant, a deep, used soreness that made your breath catch. Your cunt felt raw, sensitive and swollen. Every part of you was heavy and aching and still soaked.
And Remus was still inside you.
You whimpered softly. He stirred at once. “Love?” his voice was a low rasp, thick with exhaustion but sharp with concern. “Are you alright?”
You shook your head, tears springing hot and fast. “Hurts,” you croaked, barely a whisper. “Remus–it hurts…”
He shushed you instantly, cupping your cheek with one warm, steady hand. “I know, I know, baby,” he said calmly. “I’ve got you. Let me out, gonne b quick, alright?”
Not nodding, lip trembling and bracing yourself, not able to relax at all despite his calming words.
Remus eased out slowly. And you cried. Not just from the pain, though the pain was there, in your stretched, raw and puffy hole that leaked his cum from who knows when, and twitched with overuse, but from everything. The pressure, the love, the intensity of your night. You'd never felt so broken open and so held all at once.
The sob hit before you could stop it, and then you were choking on it, sobbing silently, tears streaking down your face as your body curled in on itself. Remus didn't hesitate.
He pulled you to his chest, tucking you against his heart, shielding your overheated body with his own as his lips pressed to your temple.
“I’m so proud of you. You did so good for us, Pup. You were perfect for us. You’re safe now.”
You couldn't speak, your throat so raw that your voice was gone. You could only nod weakly into his chest, gasping softly against his collarbone.
“Is she alright?” came James’s voice a moment later, quieter than usual.
She’s hurting,” Remus said gently. “But I’ve got her. You can go back to sleep, love.”
James hops out of bed, ignoring the suggestion. “Paindraught, I should have one left from my last Quidditch injury.”
Remus sat up just enough to help you sip it from the vial he held to your lips. It was bitter, but cool, and relief came quickly, easing the sharpest edge of the ache. Not all of it, but enough to stop crying and just breathe.
You heard the sound of water pouring into a glass next, and James returned with it, along with a cool rag.
“Hey, honey,” he said, brushing a hand down your back. “You were screaming for hours. Your throat must be raw. Drink for me, okay?”
You did. Then you were lying back again, your head in James’s lap while Remus wiped your sticky thighs gently with a cloth, careful around your swollen pussy. He kissed the inside of your knee. “We’ll bath you later. Just rest for now.”
However, you couldn’t rest, because you had caught sight of Sirius, who hadn’t spoken. Just watched from the edge of the bed, shirtless, arms crossed, eyes dark and aching with guilt.
James caught sight of him too. “Sirius.”
He blinked like he’d been pulled from a daze. “I shouldn’t have– fuck– I knew she wasn’t ready for that much. She had the whale fucking thing. I should’ve labelled it better. I should’ve stopped–”
“Mistakes happen, and this is not on you, my love,” Remus said, still cleaning your body. “And we all gave it to her last night, not just you.”
“She couldn’t fucking speak,” Sirius whispered, eyes flicking to your body. “She’s never screamed like that before. She basically passed out at the end, Remus.”
“And she’s safe now. We didn’t go too hard on her last night, we were all checking in on her, you know that.”
“But I was mean to her–”
“She loved it,” James cut in, a small, warm smile on his lips. “She always loves it when you’re mean. Because you’re not really, you’re just Sirius, it was just a scene, just in the moment like always.”
Siriu’s mouth twisted like he didn’t believe him. You blinked, still foggy, but reached out a hand toward him. He froze. Then, I crawled down the bed towards you.
“I’m sorry," he whispered, “I shouldn’t have gone so hard, I should have locked them up. I love you too fucking much to see you in pain like that, Pup.”
You reached out to Sirius, in your tired state, showing him that you wanted to be with him. He instantly pulled your body into his lap, “I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over. “I’ve got you.”
The boys settled around you soon after. Remus leaned against the headboard, a book in one hand, the other resting on your thigh. James curled at your feet, legs draped over yours, tracing your calf with his fingertips.
And Sirius, he held you like he didn’t want to let go.
summary: sex with harry potter makes you lose your ability to think, even when his mother is speaking to him on the other side of the locked door.
1.3k words of basically pure filth. porn and no plot. cw: almost getting caught? kind of?
concussions and interruptions au - can be read as a standalone
The oxygen in the room was heavy, barely making its way into your lungs with every slow shove of his pelvis into yours, your skin dragging upwards in a pinch with the force of Harry’s moving hips, rolling over the bones of yours with bruising potential. Moans were fluidly tumbling out of your lips, like a chant, a prayer of some sort that no one could prevent.
Harry’s hair tickled the skin of your neck, his hot breath pulsating against the layer of sweat coating you. He murmured sweet words, lips brushing the shell of your ear. It was half for himself, half for you. “Oh, you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” That one got a particularly loud keen from your, your hips bucking up to meet his as you clenched around his cock. “My perfect girl” He added with a moan.
“You feel so good.” You whimpered with your own praise, nails dragging across the wet skin of his back. His muscles contracted under your harsh touch, everything else about the situation so sweet and gentle. One of Harry’s big hands reached down to curl underneath your thigh, pulling it up to mirror your other leg, folded up with your foot flat against the sheets. He manhandled your limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to reach deeper crevices of your cunt, constantly leaking around his erection to encourage his movements.
Harry didn’t pry anything out of you; one glance your way had him confirming that you were too deep in pleasure to respond to anything he had to say. A particularly loud moan flew between your lips, Harry’s cock reaching just that much further into you, nearing your cervix. Harry groaned as your hand snaked into his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, though he continued to lazily thrust into you.
The atmosphere in the room completely stilled for a moment, both of you pausing to ensure you heard the same thing - a knock on the door.
“Harry, you in here?”
Harry rose off you, and his cock plunged further into you. You bit your lip, a noise of pleasure vibrating in your throat at the feeling. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, and he pressed a strong hand over your mouth, shooting you a panicked look. “Yeah mum! In here!” Harry shut his eyes briefly, pulling his hips out again at a sluggish pace, but he saw the effect it had on you when his eyes fluttered open again; head digging into the pillow, your mouth parting beneath the palm of his hand.
“Is y/n here?” She asked, pressing her ear to the door to hear your responses from inside. Harry gasped quietly, inhaling deeply as he pushed back into you, calling out “Yeah, she’s here!” Giving you a pointed look, Harry withdrew his hand from over your mouth, and you gripped his wrist to ground you, saying loudly “Hi!” It was all you could muster.
The door handle rattled as Lily Potter tried entering her son’s room, eyebrows furrowing when it didn’t open. “Well, let me come in and say hi!” Harry’s hand returned to your mouth as he leaned his weight on you again, praying that his mum would get the hint and go away. “I can’t open the door, my hands are full!”
“Let y/n open the door then.” Oh, she was clueless. Harry groaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration. He saw your eyes widen in shock, one of your hands over the one he had on your mouth, keeping him in place. You shook your head as well as you could. Harry huffed into the crook of your neck. “Mum,” He began with an obviously annoyed whine, “She can’t open the door, her hands are also full.”
The startled “Oh” that came from the other side of the door was barely audible to you, because Harry had decided to silence himself by sucking on the skin of your neck. Unfortunately for you, it just made it more difficult to stay quiet, your hips twitching upwards at the added friction. Harry kept an ear out for his mother’s subsiding footsteps before finally whispering filthily “Yeah baby, I know you want to cum.” And luckily for you, he removed the hand from your mouth — now coated with saliva — and used two fingers to rub harsh circles on your clit, immediately making your legs twitch around his torso.
“Can you try being quiet?” He peeked up from the dark crook of your neck where he was hidden, grinning when you nodded quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying your best not to make any noises. Your breathing was heavy, and your hands moved to grasp each of Harry’s biceps, nails digging into his supple skin as he continued working you towards your orgasm.
“Harry” You whined, trying to turn your face towards him, trying to communicate to him that you were close. “Oh, I know baby, I know.” He whispered, separating his lips from your neck to bring you into a kiss. You gasped loudly, back arching off the mattress, pushing your chest into his as one of your hands returned to grip his hair, pushing him further into the kiss. Harry’s cock twitched inside you and you were grateful to know you weren’t the only one nearing your orgasm.
Harry forced his tongue into your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. Your brain took too long to communicate with your body from the exhaustion, and you were barely able to kiss him back, but Harry took control of the messy kiss, revelling in the rare sloppiness you kissed him with. Fuck, he was turned on by merely knowing the effect he had on you.
“Gonna cum, Harry.” You warned in a shaky whisper, tilting your head back to make space between your lips and Harry’s. “Cum for me, baby.” His rough fingertips on your clit drove you past the edge, body stiffening in a storm of white-hot pleasure, washing over you with a force you couldn’t explain if you tried. But now, you submitted to the pleasure of your orgasm, hearing Harry’s guttural moan in your ear as his head dropped down to rest on your shoulder, cock driving into you to the hilt, his entire body freezing with the exception of his hips, stuttering into you while he emptied his load into you.
“I love you.” Harry moaned loudly, his body going limp on top of yours, chest to chest with you as your legs fell flat on the bed around his torso. It took you a while to come back to your senses, fingers brushing Harry’s hair away from his face as you finally replied “I love you too.” Your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed hotly at the realisation that he had admitted to loving you balls-deep inside you. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but the hundreds of other times these three important words had been said were all while fully sober, not drunk on pussy.
“I need to go say hi to your mum.” At the mention of his mother, Harry felt his cock soften inside you, and he pulled out with a groan, flopping next to you on the bed. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss on Harry’s cheek before struggling out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, then go say hello.”
Harry perked up, pushing himself up on his elbows, his gaze following your naked body across his room. “Shower?” He repeated, a silent question lingering in the air. You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips as you opened the door to his bathroom. “Yes, you can join.”
Harry scrambled up, leaping over the other side of his bed so he could catch up to you before you shut the bathroom door in his face.
You should’ve known what he was up to the second he patted his lap and said, “C’mere, sweetheart. Just want to hold you for a bit.”
Harry was already grinning when you curled into his lap — arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. Everyone else was still in the common room then, laughter and chess pieces clacking in the background. You didn’t think anything of it.
But Harry?
Harry had plans.
He kept whispering in your ear. Little things. “You’re warm.”
“I like the way you sigh when I squeeze you like this.”
“Think I’ll keep you right here all night.”
Then came the slow, absent-minded strokes of his thumb beneath the hem of your sweater. The way his hands stayed firmly on your hips, or slid just barely beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts. The way he held you tighter any time someone got up to leave.
By the time the last person mumbled a yawned “goodnight” and disappeared up the stairs, Harry’s smile had turned downright indecent.
“Knew they’d clear out eventually,” he murmurs against your neck, breath warm, hands anything but innocent. “You didn’t think I’d spend all evening with you in my lap and not do something about it, did you?”
His voice is soft — dangerously so. Mischievous, like he’s savoring every second of having you exactly where he wants you: curled in his lap, back against his chest, the fire burning low, and no one left to interrupt.
His fingers slip beneath your waistband, slow and easy, and you gasp when you feel them brush lower.
“Already wet?” he hums, a smug little whisper against your ear. “Sweetheart, I barely touched you.”
You arch into him instinctively, your hips shifting, and he catches it — both hands locking firm on your waist to still you.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to ride my thigh like that just yet.”
“I’ve been patient,” he says, kissing the curve of your jaw, “but now? I’m going to enjoy this.”
Harry’s palm presses flat against your lower belly, anchoring you, and then two fingers sink inside you — slow, steady, curling up in just the right way that has you grabbing his wrist, breath hitching.
His other hand stays on your chest, palm spread wide over your sternum like he’s holding you together, thumb brushing under your shirt to stroke your breast — not urgently, just… because he can.
You let out a moan and he shushes you with a kiss behind your ear, grinning against your skin.
“You’re being so good for me. Letting me take my time.”
And he does. He takes his time. His fingers move in slow, deliberate strokes, curling and dragging and pressing into you until your legs start to tremble in his lap, your body completely relaxed against him, pliant.
His lips never stop — brushing over your jaw, your temple, your shoulder — whispering soft things you can barely register through the haze of arousal:
“That’s it, just like that.”
“You’re so warm.”
“Making such pretty noises, baby.”
When you reach for him, he lets you — guides your hand to where he’s already hard beneath you. You palm him through his pants, whimpering when his hips twitch up against your touch.
“You wanna help me too?” he asks sweetly. “Yeah? Gonna make me feel good while I make you come?”
But Harry had other ideas.
And now?
You’re straddling him under a thick, worn Gryffindor blanket — your back to his chest, the fire still crackling low, your bodies hidden in plain sight. Anyone walking by would think you’re just curled up for warmth.
But he’s inside you. Fully.
Deep.
And the blanket’s the only thing keeping your filthy secret.
Your thighs are trembling with effort. His grip on your hips is firm — not letting you move, not letting you do anything but sit there, his cock buried so deep inside you it aches.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers into your neck, brushing a kiss just beneath your ear. “So tight like this — love, I can feel every twitch.”
You whimper.
His other hand comes up fast to cover your mouth.
“Shhh,” he warns gently. “You don’t want someone coming back down, do you? You’ll have to be quiet for me, sweetheart.”
The cruel part is that he’s not even moving.
You’re impaled on him, stuck in place, body so desperate to rock back against him, to grind down, to do something — and all he does is hold you there.
His fingers stroke over your hips, your thighs, sneaking under the hem of your sweater to trace soft circles across your lower belly — barely brushing your clit. Just enough to tease. Just enough to taunt.
You wriggle instinctively and he hisses, pulling you tighter.
“Stop that. You want me to come just from you squirming like that?”
You mewl against his palm and he chuckles, low and breathless, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You’re being so good for me. So pretty, sitting in my lap like you belong there. Like you’re made to keep me warm like this.”
Your head lolls back against his shoulder and he turns it gently, angling your mouth to his. The kiss is hot, slow, languid, his tongue against yours— but you can feel the tension in him. The restraint. The effort it’s taking not to move. To hold back.
“You’re dripping on me,” he murmurs against your lips. “You want to ride me, don’t you?”
You nod desperately and he smiles, brushing a hand down to where you’re joined beneath the blanket.
“Not yet. Not until I say so.”
He curls a finger over your clit and presses just right, just once, and you nearly come undone.
“Stay quiet, baby. You make a sound and I’ll pull out. And you’ll spend the rest of the night empty.”
“You’re clenching again.”
His voice is a low murmur, lips brushing the shell of your ear. He doesn’t sound smug anymore — not exactly. There’s something darker now, something more possessive threaded through each syllable.
“I said, don’t move. And yet here you are… fluttering around me.”
You swallow hard, jaw trembling beneath his palm.
You’re still seated on him, back against his chest, blanket thrown over both your laps to hide everything. But the ache is becoming unbearable. The stretch. The stillness. His cock fills you so completely you can feel the shape of him every time you shift — and worse, every time you try not to.
Harry’s hand dips down again, just grazing your clit. Not stroking. Not even pressing.
Just hovering.
“All this warmth, all this wetness,” he whispers. “And you’re just sitting on me. Like a good girl. Letting me keep you plugged full. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You nod, a desperate noise caught in your throat. He hums, satisfied, and kisses the side of your neck again.
Then his hand wraps around your throat — gentle, guiding your head back to rest on his shoulder—just enough pressure to feel it. Not to choke. Just to claim.
“If I started bouncing you on my cock right now,” he breathes, “you’d come in seconds, wouldn’t you?”
You don’t answer.
You can’t.
He shifts his hips just barely, the movement enough to nudge deeper somehow — and you feel your entire body seize around him. His grip on your waist tightens, as though holding you together.
“Yeah. You would,” he groans. “You’re that close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
He rocks you again, once — the smallest, most devastating roll of his hips — and you keen into his chest, biting down on your lip hard enough to taste blood.
“God, look at you,” he breathes. “Not even fucking moving and you’re this close to falling apart. You love being full like this, don’t you?”
A whimper escapes.
“Say it,” he commands softly. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“F-full,” you stammer. “It feels so—Harry, please—”
He laughs — quietly, almost kindly.
“I know, love. I know. I just want you to remember how good I make you feel.”
He presses another kiss to your cheek, hand returning to your thighs.
And still…
He doesn’t let you move.
And then—
“Go on then,” he murmurs against your neck, voice velvet-dark and hoarse. “Ride me.”
Your fingers twitch where they rest over his thighs — a little stunned, even now, at the permission. At the tension breaking just slightly.
Still tucked under the thick Gryffindor blanket, still facing away from him, you’re seated in his lap like you never moved… but the second you roll your hips forward, a broken sound cracks out of your chest.
It’s too much. You’re already so full of him — the stretch, the heat, the pressure of his cock buried deep inside you — and now he’s letting you move?
He hums behind you, hands sliding over your waist, steadying you like he knows you’re seconds from losing it already.
“Slow,” he says, kissing your temple. “Don’t rush it, love. I want to feel all of you.”
And you try. You really do. But the second your hips lift and sink again — slow, so slow — your whole body shudders, and Harry groans, hands clenching tight at your sides.
“Fuck… that’s it. That’s my girl.”
He presses his palm flat over your lower belly, right where he’s thickest inside you — applying just enough pressure to make you feel him from the inside out.
“Feel that?” he whispers. “That’s me. Right here.”
You clamp a hand over your mouth because the moan that rips through you is violent. Tears prickle in your eyes as you rock down again, trembling, thighs already starting to burn. But Harry holds you steady, lets you take your time.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises, his other hand sliding up your front, slipping beneath your sweater to palm your breast. “You feel so perfect around me, sweetheart. So tight, fuck—”
You’re falling apart, barely holding yourself up. And still, he won’t let up. Every time your hips slow, Harry’s palm presses down on your belly again, dragging another choked gasp from your lips.
“You like it like this, don’t you? Riding me while anyone could walk by… knowing you’re full of me under this blanket, making a mess of my lap.”
He kisses the back of your shoulder, a gentle contrast to the filth he’s whispering in your ear.
“Won’t last much longer,” he groans. “You keep fluttering around me like that—fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you.”
You clench around him hard at that — and he feels it.
“Yeah,” he groans, hips bucking up. “That’s what you want. You want me to come inside, don’t you?”
You’re so close it hurts.
Every grind of your hips sends a jolt through your spine — every drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you makes you shake, whimper, fall a little deeper into him. The blanket hides everything but nothing about this is subtle anymore. You’re soaked. Trembling. Sweaty under the weight of your sweater, thighs burning from the effort of riding him slow.
And Harry?
He’s unraveling beneath you — but still holding on. Just barely.
“C’mon, baby,” he breathes, lips grazing your jaw. “Come for me. Wanna feel you fall apart while I’m inside you.”
You shiver — and his hand leaves your breast just long enough to slip down between your thighs, fingers slow and steady on your clit.
You jerk, crying out into your palm, and he groans.
“Shhh. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, curling forward so his chest is flush to your back. “Come for me, sweetheart. Just let go.”
Your whole body tightens.
It’s too much. His cock. His fingers. His voice in your ear — praise wrapped around filth, love tangled with control. It crashes into you like a wave, your climax breaking hard and fast, hips stuttering, thighs clenching around him.
You cry out softly — a stifled sob against your own hand — and Harry grips your hips, holding you steady as you shake apart on him, still stuffed full, still pulsing around his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “That’s it. Look at you.”
You barely have a second to breathe before his hands slide to your waist — and in one sharp, breathless motion, he slams you all the way back down on him.
You gasp — it’s too deep, too much after how hard you just came, but Harry doesn’t let you move. Doesn’t let you think.
“That’s where you stay,” he pants. “You’re not going anywhere.”
You’re still trembling when he starts to thrust.
It’s not rough. It’s not fast.
But it’s relentless.
Slow, deep strokes — each one grinding against your already-sensitive walls, pushing back up into the heat you gave him, chasing his own release. His hand slips back to your belly, holding you down like he needs to keep you connected, sealed around him.
“So good to me,” he groans. “So warm. Gonna fill you up, baby, just hold still.”
And when it hits him — when his hips stutter and his breath catches and he grinds deep inside you — you feel it all. The warmth. The pulse. The way his arms wrap tight around your middle as he shudders through it.
He breathes heavily, burying his face into your neck. “You take it so well…so good for me.”
He stays there, deep inside, letting you both come down together — breath ragged, heart racing, the two of you tangled under that one worn blanket like nothing in the world exists but this.
(SMUT? party setting? fingering? oral? p in v? private room? semi-drunk sex? established friendship with neville? neville's first time?)
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There's a party in the Gryffindor common room after winning a quidditch game. There are classmates from every house here and the party is good so far. Everyone is drinking, getting along despite slytherin losing, and the music is loud.
"Merlin's beard look at draco." Hermione says giggling. Your group turn around and sees Draco Malfoy- Yes, the Draco Malfoy dancing all lose with two different girls and for the hell for tonight, a guy?
"Oh he's getting it tonight look at him." Ron said chuckling.
"From the guy?" You say laughing knowing the Draco Malfoy would never do anything like that to tarnish the very old strict rules his father gave him.
"Absolutely the guy!" Ron said loudly causing everyone to laugh.
"Who else do you think is getting shagged tonight?" Harry said.
"Oh i have a clue.." Ron said cheekily bumping Hermione's arm.
"Oh fuck off Ron." She laughs blushing.
"Maybe Neville." Ron said looking at him.
"W-who me?.." The shy boy next to you says. He hasn't drank at all. He's had half a beer, he's been carrying the same one for hours already it was all warm and nasty by now.
On the other hand, the girl on his left, Luna Lovegood was about four down, that's all she needed to be even more looney.
"Oh of course Neville, you're so handsome. Surely someone will." She said leaning onto his shoulder. Despite Neville's crush on her, she never had the same feelings. She might've not been able to have any romantic or sexual feelings. Tonight she even admitted she had never looked at anyone that way.
"Willing to give urself up to Neville Luna?" Harry said laughing. It seemed like Harry was the only one comfortable enough to even make a sexual joke about Luna.
"Oh i could never be that tipsy.. sorry Neville no offense.." She said looking at him putting a hand on his chest.
"n-none taken.." He said embarrassed that not even somebody as undesirable as Luna wouldn't even sleep with him.
Her sudden confidence tonight caused everyone to laugh.
"Don't worry you really are handsome." Hermione admitted trying to comfort the shy embarrassed boy infront of him.
"You've grown into your look mate, it will happen soon." Ron said smiling.
Neville didn't say anything, he didn't mind talking about sex but when it was about him, he was very embarrassed he was still a virgin. Although he never stated he was, everyone sadly assumed so.
"Are you really a virgin Neville?" You say being slightly surprised if he said yes.
"..yeah- let's not talk about that-" Neville was caught off by you.
"Oh i would totally sleep with you." You said giggling.
You watched at Neville sit stiff and his face turn red. You've had many guy and girl both ask you out, a lot actually. You were fairly attractive and nearly everyone thought you were very beautiful.
Everyone else laughed and your face dropped.
"Nah i'm dead serious." You looked around admitting watching everyone else slowly die down their laughter.
"Neville, do you want to lose your virginity tonight?" You turn to him grabbing his hand. You looked into his eyes asking sincerely.
His cake still red he looked at you mouth agape not able to say anything.
Luna lifts her head off his shoulder, "He said yes, i heard him whisper it." She smiled cheekily.
You stand up and lift Neville up with you. He had put on some muscle weight so it took a good amount of your strength to pull him up. He follows you as you pull him into his dorm hearing your friends cheer and laughing loudly.
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You pull him into his own dorm and lock the door placing both yours and his beers down on his desk covered in papers and books for studying. You pull off his jacket and place it on his chair. You take off your black heels and pull down your really short tight fitting dress as you felt it ride up your body once you got up. You say in Neville's bed and he sits down right next to you. You've and Neville are really close, so this wasn't out of the ordinary.
"How drunk are you y/n.." he said sincerely as you closed your eyes while laying in his pillow.
"I'm not drunk at all." You say completely lying. Neville laughs at you. "Sure love." He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows.
It was silent for a second. Before he breaks the silence. "Were being honest?" He says looking at the ground fiddling with his fingers. "About what?" You say opening your eyes looking at him cluelessly.
"Like yk.. about the thing you said when you took me away.." He was shy and stuttering. To be honest you can barely hear him over the music.
"What did i say?" You ask, laying back down in his pillow trying not the smile. "About s-shagging..?" He blushed and eyes were still looked to the ground.
You smiled and giggled, "I know, i just wanted to hear you say it." You open yours eyes at see Neville look slightly frustrated looking down.
You grab his arm, "Yes of course i'm serious about that. Why would i even say that in the first place?" You say thing to make him feel a little better. "Because you're drunk." He says stern. "Oh whatever im not drunk." You say laying down once again. "So wanna shag?" You say grabbing his leg lightly." That caused him to look down at you and blush.
"It's completely inappropriate and irresponsible if we did. One, we are friends, and Two, you are drunk- you arnt in the right mindset and you're just saying that-" He was cut off by you laughing. "You think i'm joking?" You giggle and furrowed your eyebrows. "I've been waiting to shag you for a while now." You admitted. You've been friends for years so this caused him to blush. A girl willing to shag him that he felt safe with was in his bed. Actually, had been in his bed. For years you've had little sleepovers laying in the same bed.
"Y/n, are you srs..?" He ask. When he looks back up from the ground he's faced with you on your knees in his bed, slowly lifting your dress from the bottom. His eyes widened and face turns red. He can't look away as much as he wants too. You tease him as you lift your dress to rest on your hips. He looks at the lacy black panties you wore just in case. There was a cute little bow in-front causing him to open his mouth.
You can tell he wants to look away but he really can't. You lean into him and grab his hands. You place his hands on your hips. "Do you want to touch me..?" You ask. He looks at you in the eye unable to say anything. All he did was whine with his eyebrows furrowed and nod. "Holy shit you look pathetic." You chuckle as you accidentally say. Your hand flys to your mouth and you open your eyes, you really didn't mean to say something to rude because you know how sensitive Neville is. "i am pathetic.." He says causing you to shiver. Woah, that is something you thought you would never hear him say.. "You like that..?" You say smirking. He whines once more and nods again. He start moving around. You look down and see why he's shifting to much. You look at the budge in his pants.
You lay down in his bed opening your legs as you move his hands towards your thighs. He starts squeezing them and can't look away from the bottom part of you. "Take them off." You say, "I know you've been wanting too" You actually had no clue, you made that up on the spot but he responded. "I have.. i'm sorry." He moves his hands to the sides of your panties and looks down at you. "Of course you have, you fucking needy loser." You chuckle. He whines at the words once again and pulls them down slowly.
Once they're off, he through them on the floor and grabs your hips. He's in a trance looking you at you spread open infront of him. "W-what do i do." He chucked nervously. You didn't want to make him feel too bad so you guide his fingers to your clit. He dosnt move at first but when he does, it's not that good. "Stay in that area for a bit." You say slightly frustrated. He listens and does so. You whimper under him to make him feel more comfortable and it works. He gets more confident. His fingers ran down and found your entrance. "Can i try this?" He looks up at you and you see his big brown eyes glistening in the single lamp near his bed. You whine and twitch at the sight of him being so beautiful. "yes please, go ahead." You respond as he slowly puts a finger in. He move it in and out slowly unknowingly teasing you perfectly before he slides another finger in.
He slowly moves in and out and you catch a glimpse of his arms in the barely lit room. He had quite the muscle now and it was so hot. He moves his thumb to your clit and ask, "is this okay?" You can tell he was still very nervous. "mm' neville that's perfect.." you twitch underneath him squirming silently begging him to move. He catches on and starts moving his fingers and thumb while his eyes focused back down. "You're doing so good Neville.." You whimper out. He's so gentle, slow, and deep at this point it's actually a tease. He blushes and the compliment messed up the rhythm he had going.
He reached down and touched the bulge that's fighting to stay in his pants. He starts rubbing it, "merlin this is unbearable." He whines as he touches himself through his pants. You stop him from touching you by grabbing his arm and tapping it. "Are you okay?" He ask with the hand that was just in you now on your waist.
"Let's switch, you want this more then i do, i can tell." Neville's eyes light up at your words and he quickly sat down next to you. You turn around and give him a strip tease knowing how hard he is right now. You ask him to held unzip your very tight dress but making sure he does it as slow as possible. You arch and have your ass practically on his dick as you move around to tease him more. He whined and make the cutest little noises that were making you worked up right about now. When he's done you take off the dress very slow. It showed your naked body, besides your bra, but you had already have your hands on the clasps getting ready to take it off. He watched your chest as your boobs fell down from the push up bra. His mouth was open now having his hands in his pants.
You lean down into his crotch and unzip his pants with your teeth causing him to thrust up a few times. You pull his boxers and pants off in one motion. His dick swings up already leaking badly. The tip looks swollen and red. Neville leans forward and blushes trying to hide himself from being so exposed. He laughed at himself for being so nervous. "Are you okay love? We don't have to do this if you don't want." You rub his knee reinsuring Neville. "No i do, i really really do, i'm just nervouse." You chuckle at him as you pick up his dick from his stomach. It was a little bigger then average and thicker then most. "Holy shit you were packing this whole time?" You chuckle as you start stroking him. "I don't know what that means- oh merlin.." He moans into the open as you lick from the bottom of his cock to the tip sucking the pre cum off the tip. You leave his dick with a pop and he breaths out. "Holy shit." He says moaning and twitching in your hands as you jerk him off.
"Are you enjoying this?" You say jerking him off again looking into his eyes through your lashes. "Oh fuck.. yes i am.." He whines moving his hips around. You chuckle and take a deep breath before taking him all the way down your throat gagging on his length. This caused Neville to yelp and put a hand behind your head holding your hair. "Gah- wait don't move!" He says slightly panicked. You do as he says an dosnt move you watch him catch his breath after you took pretty much all of him in one motion. "Okay.. i'm ready continue." You chuckle causing him to thrust up slightly after feeling the vibration run down his cock. You bop your head up and down as he pulls your hair and it feels so good. Hearing him whine underneath you feels amazing. "fuck- i think im close a-already." He says then chuckles embarrassingly. You continue to suck him off as he whines and talks to distract himself from finishing so quick. "h-hey you know i've.. thought about this- before.. a lot." He confessed causing you to suck a bit harder making him groan and thrust up again. You can feel him attempt to hold his own waist down to not hurt you. "oh merlin.. merlin's beard- ah.." He whimpers "im a-almost there-" He announced as he soon came into your mouth. You swallow it all and pop your mouth off the tip.
He's panting with his hand still holding your head as you tease his over sensitive tip by licking it slightly. He groans and you lay next to him and hold him as he catches his breath. You pull the blanket up so he's not so exposed and he put his face in your boobs. He whines and grunts for a bit as you rub his head. His arm wraps around your waist and he goes quiet only breathing heavy. "Are you okay?" You ask quietly.
"mhm.. thank you." He whines out. "We're not done." You laugh. He looks up at you tired but with a light in his eyes. "thank merlin.." he smiles weakly. You guys lay there until he's ready.
After a while he gets up and pulls you over him. compared to him you are very light so it wasn't hard. You sit on his stomach as he starts playing with your boobs. "Am i allowed to do this?" He ask quietly still. "Yes, you're allowed to grab me in anyway you want." He smiles with his hooded eyes and sits up to suck on them. "Can i leave a mark in between them?" He ask so politely. Merlin Neville is so cute underneath you. "Go ahead and try." You say giving him permissions After three minutes he had successfully gave you a very faint hickey that will honestly be gone in 30 minutes but he was so proud of himself. He licks your nipple and his warm wet tongue caused you to groan. You feel his dick start to grow on your back so you jerk him off the best you can while reaching behind you. He groans on your tit making you feel amazing and you grind on his faint abs on his stomach.
He kissing you as you guys start making out. He was so oddly good at it. Neville pulls away from your mouth and rest his head on your shoulders. "Can i please put it in now?.." He was so straight forward it made your stomach flip.
You sit in your knees and line his dick up with your entrance. He whimpers as you tease the tip from the warmness coming from inside of you. One your lines up perfectly you ask one last time. "Are you sure you want this to be your first time, i'm kinda drunk and don't want you to feel bad.." You look down at him as he struggled to breath.
"fuck- just slide it in already please." He grabs your hips and tries his best to not thrust into you. You go down slowly and he groans and whines. "f-fuck.. mm." He squeaks making you smile softly. You watch as tears form in his eyes and he softly pants "it feels so g-good.." over and over again. He whines so softly as you fully take him. You wait for him yo get comfortable. He still has a strong grip on your hips as he slightly moves around. You feel his cock twitch inside of you. "Are you ready Nev?" "yes please fuck me already.." He was red and sweaty just by your sitting on his dick.
"You're so needy." You chuckle as you slowly outlined his jaw. You move up and down slowly. He moans out your name as his nails dig deeper and deeper into your hips. You move slightly faster causing him to yelp. "mm faster p-please.." His constant begging caused you to accidentally tighten around him. He accidentally thrust into you but you don't say anything so he does it ever sk often. The bed creeks the faster you go. You grip the bed sheets near his head and lean forward so your laying on his chest. You put your head by his ear and whine, "merlin's beard neville you're so b-big.." You have felt him grow somehow even longer while he was in you. He was already balls deep into you but that clearly wasn't enough.
Neville grabs your ass and moved you a bit faster as you lose your pace. He somehow learned quick because it turned into him fucking you real good. Sliding his dick in and out of you as he holds your ass. Either he is just really good at sex or he watched a lot of porn. He thrust somehow deeper every time when you thought you've reached your limit.
He starts getting sloppy and he says his little warning. "Fuck, you're so tight it feels so g-good.. I think i'm going to cum-" Your interrupted him by moaning loudly as you tried not to. The noises you started making helped him reach his goal. He goes as deep as he can, he bit your shoulders leaving you all red. He cums inside of your letting his white cream cover your insides. Soon after you felt a tightening in your stomach and soon you finish too.
You sit still as you both pant. "I-i'm going to get off now okay?" "Yeah go ahead." You move off of him slowly as he whines at the sensitivity he still feels. You through yourself down next to him as you both breath heavy. "are you okay nev..?" You ask. He turns to look at you and smiles. He leans in and kisses you softly. "thank you so much y/n" He seemed to happy and tired. You get closer to him and lean on his chest. You play with his hair as you both start drifting off to sleep. "good boy neville.." You say to make him feel better about himself. He hugs you tightly and when you get a peek at him he's red. "d-don't say that." Neville said. He sounded all nervouse and embarrassed. You guys fell asleep next to eachother that night.
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BONUS:
The next morning was quiet.. compared to the party last night it was so odd. You quickly leave Neville's bed and jump into the shower. Being as fast as you can, you manage to finish and come back while he's still asleep. You through on some of Neville's clothes and you sit back down. You pet Neville's head as he slowly wakes up. His face going pink when he sees you. "Goodmorning Nev." You gave him a small and warm smile. You lean down to kiss his forehead and encourage him to shower. You wait for him in his bed to get out and he too finishes quickly. At first it was silent, but not uncomfortable silence.
"Did you enjoy last night?" You asked him giving him a smirk. He throughs himself onto you and hugs you. He kissed your neck and cheek thanking you. You push him off slowly so he'd just hugging you. "I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, sorry if it made you uncomfortable that i was drunk, but i still wanted to do that, i meant it." You ensure him. You guys lay back down together and look into each others eyes. Neville's big brown eyes are so full of life. "C-can i be your b-boyfriend.." Nevill stutters and ask quietly, but in the already quite room, you were able to hear him perfectly. "Yes Neville, i would move to date you!" You answer back.
˳✧༚ Neville Longbottom x reader x Harry Potter ˚✧₊
18+ Content. Please be mindful of what you read.
All characters are written as 22+
This is a continuation of a voyerism blurb I posted almost a year ago! Harry/Neville is one of my favorite dynamics but I never managed to write it until now! I hope everyone who was waiting for me to keep my word is happy! Let me know what you think <3
It'd been months since you confronted Harry, months since he admitted he enjoyed watching both you and your boyfriend. You tried to get him to do something to no avail. Once you finally catch him again, Neville does to, and thank god he trusts you. Original blurb (not needed to read this fic)
Includes: Fem!Reader, established relationship (Neville/reader), voyerism, men kissing, dirty talk, oral (f reciveing) P in V no protection, Dom(ish) Neville, switch reader, sub!Harry, Lowkey cuck chair energy, if im missing something let me know please<3
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It'd been months since you confronted Harry, months since you caught him staring at you and Neville, and months since he confessed he wasn't just looking at you.
Truthfully you expected him to make a move of some sort. You set it up for him, "I bet if you tell Neville that you could get a better view next time." Was the biggest hint you could give him, but no, he did nothing.
It would work too. Neville loves being complimented, even if he has never shown interest in Harry other than platonic affection, a simple compliment in the right context would have him okay with most anything.
Every time you remembered you wondered if it was just a fluke, a one time thing that Harry would never repeat, maybe even wiped from his own memory. But then you see the flicker in his eyes when Neville's hand rested on your hip, a small comforting gesture that pulls him back to that night.
You almost laugh every time it happens, but you couldn't. The feeling that settled deep within you wouldn't allow you. How could you laugh at him when you fantasized about it every time you three were in a room together?
Harry should have done something, he had to be the one to make the move. It couldn't be you, not with how easily anxious your boyfriend could be. That's why it mattered that Harry thought Neville was just as, if not more, captivating than you were. If you weren't the sole focus of the perversion it wouldn't mess with his head, as much.
You'd almost given up on the idea, pushing the fucked up fantasy into the back of your mind. You were friends, that's all that you needed to think about. Unit you felt it, again.
It burned. You knew it was him. You didn't even need to turn around to know, Neville's eyes didn't burn like that. Neville's eyes were right in front of you, the loving look that was reserved for you starting to turn to concern.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, the hand that was once resting on the small of your back now coming to caress your cheek.
That didn't make sense. If Harry was here, he'd be behind you hiding in the crevice of the door that Neville probably forgot to close. He was facing the door, one glance behind you and he should be able to see him.
But he wasn't looking behind you, he never did. His eyes were always on you. It was almost poetic in a way, that he was so blinded by his love and adoration for you that nothing else existed.
For a moment you wondered if that mean this had happened before and you hadn't realized. Maybe someone whose gaze didn't burn, but that feels wrong, somehow more wrong than this.
"Do you see him?" You whispered, leaning back from his chest slightly.
Nevilles brows furrowed, looking at you with a new level of confusion. He pulled back from you enough to fully scan his eyes over your body.
"See who love?" Despite the obvious concern, his voice held the soft tone he always used with you.
"Harry, he's behind me." You felt bad for being so vague, this wasn't how you wanted to be but the man had to catch you off guard.
Neville started to laugh, probably thinking you were playing a weird prank on him. You watched as he started to look around the room, a small smile on his face at the supposed joke. "Harry's not—Bloody hell!" He suddenly yelled, quickly pulling your half dressed form tight against his chest.
You finally turned around, spotting him almost instantly. Bright eyes stood out in the dark, giving it an almost eerie feeling.
This time he didn't run, he just stared at you. There was still a scared look hidden along his features, but it seemed to fade every time his eyes landed on yours instead of your panicked boyfriend.
"It's okay." You muttered against Nevilles shoulder. "Just breathe okay?" Neville followed your lead, his grip lessening on you allowing you to fully turn around and face your friend.
Harry's eyes dipped, scanning across your chest, your bra the only thing left blocking every aspect of it. You'd think he didn't understand the gravity of the situation by the look settling onto his face.
"What the fuck Potter?" You broke the silence, mimicking your wording from the night you first caught him.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered, finally pulling himself away from the door. "I really tried to stay away this time, I promise."
You could hear Neville's breath hitch behind you, his grip tightening one again at Harry's confession. "What does that mean?"
Explaining the situation was odd. With Harry standing there like a kicked puppy and Neville's eyes widened with every passing second.
You had to tell him that Harry watched you both before, just once so far back he doesn't even remember the day. The entire conversation where Harry called you both pretty, admitting that he wasn't just watching you in the short encounter.
Harry nodded along, trying to keep his eyes down instead of focusing on the position you two had barley moved from.
Once the silence took hold you gauged the room. Neville's breathing was calmer, still erratic but not far off from having you half naked in his lap. Harry's hands were shaking, covering the lower part of him with minimal success.
It wasn't like you could blame him. You knew what Neville and you looked like together. You'd practically memorized the way Neville's skin flushes at every turn, how his hair becomes a mess so easily. The way his moans echoed off the walls, the ease in which his want turned desperate, he was memorizing.
Nobody was moving. Neville's eyes were on you, as if he was waiting for you to say something, do something. Harry was still in the doorway, every few seconds you would see his eyes flicker up towards yours, the similar look of shame spreading across his face with every passing second.
Taking the initiative, you leaned back into your boyfriend, pressing your lips against his resuming the pace you had before the chaos. Despite his confusion he didn't hesitate his reciprocation, following your lead as if no interruption had happened.
You heard Harry gasp behind you, taking a step closer to the bed. The sound didn't seem to phase Neville, who instead tightened his grip on your waist pulling you closer to him.
"Is this okay?" You whispered, interrupting the kiss.
Neville nodded, one of his hands sliding up your back until he reached the clasp of your bra. Without a word he quickly undid it, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as it immediately started to fall. "I trust you."
You took his permission and ran with it. Pushing your bra straps fully off, the garment thrown off into a random corner you turned around to the other man. Harry's eyes were wide, pupils blown as he stared at your bare chest.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath.
You motioned for Harry to come closer, an order he quickly followed. He sat at the end of the bed, still cautious with every slight move he made.
"Do you want to do this?" You asked Harry, laughing when he nodded almost instantly. "Take your shirt off." You expected some hesitation, instead you were met with his shirt flying across the room.
Any semblance of a plan flew out of your head. You reached towards him, tearing your eyes away from his defined chest. He managed to catch on, moving towards you enough so that your hand could find a grip on his neck.
This time both of them let out a gasp as you pulled Harry into you, your lips colliding almost painfully. His lips were harsher than your boyfriends, cracked slightly and smaller. The kiss felt rougher too, there was nothing behind it beyond lust.
Neville soon made his move, his lips finding your neck. They didn't stay in one place for long, the normal softness in his actions gone.
His hands started to move lower, sliding his hand beneath your underwear making you gasp into the others mouth. Neville brushed his thumb across your clit, sending you forward into Harry unexpectedly.
"Fuck Neville." You groaned, turning to look back at him.
"Karma." He whispered, a smirk growing on his face as his middle finger nudged your entrance.
You heard Harry laugh as your body crumbled, Neville pushing his finger into you without much resistance. Neville's forearm wrapped around your torso as you fell towards Harry, pulling you into him as he started a fast pace.
"Karma?" Harry asked, not pulling his eyes away from every place you and Neville were connected.
"For not telling me about the first time." Neville mumbled, adding a second finger. He slowed his movements to allow you to adjust, pulling his face back from you to look at the other man. "I like knowing what she wants."
Harry chuckled, moving himself closer to the both of you. From your tilted head you could see his bulge hiding behind the cotton pajama pants he was wearing, proving you were right that his hands were blocking very little earlier.
"This is what you want, right?" Neville asked. "Do you want more?" His face was soft again, his need to please you screaming.
You nodded, trying to think about how this could go. Both of them were following you right? They both wanted you, maybe enough to push the bounds of friendship.
"You should kiss." You spoke, your voice seconds from cracking.
Both men looked at you, eyes wide with shock. Yet, neither of them looked mad. Harry looked like it was the best idea all night, while Neville had the 'do it for love' look spreading across his face.
There wasn't any verbal backlash, no words were shared. They both leaned forward, lips meeting awkwardly above your shoulder.
Neville's hand was still pumping into you, other holding you close to him, so his balance was nothing short of awkward. Harry took the lead, his hand guiding the others face to stay close to his, thankfully not blocking your view.
You watched as their tongues met, trying to balance your focus between the kiss and the hand between your legs, you were failing. Thankfully, Harry came to your rescue. His breathing started to falter, forcing him to pull away from Neville to breathe.
"What next?" Neville whispered, pulling his hand from you.
He cut you off, bringing his fingers to his mouth just as you were about to speak. Both you and Harry were shocked at the act, your head spinning as Neville moaned with a smile.
"That was mean." You groaned, lifting yourself off of his lap. "Are you okay with Harry touching me?" You leaned towards him to ask, making sure Harry didn't hear.
Neville nodded in response, smiling up at you as if you weren't asking an extremely sexual question. He watched as you situated yourself on the bed, moving towards the end until your feet were flat against the floor.
"I was thinking. What if Harry gets on his knees for me while we kiss? Since he loves watching so much?" You heard Harry whimper behind you, the act of talking about him as if he wasn't there apparently perfect.
"I like that idea honey."
Neville moved himself behind you, pressing his lips against your neck once again. It didn't take Harry long to play along, finding himself on his knees in front of your spread legs within a moment.
"Wait." Neville spoke, causing both of you to look back at him with concern.
Instead, he reached behind him, dragging one of your pillows off the bed and handing it to Harry. He took a second to catch on, eventually standing up quickly and setting the plush down on the floor before returning to his position.
Harry didn't waste any time after that. His lips pressed against your thigh, kissing the soft skin like a man starved. Neville kept his against your neck, mumbling something about the view into your skin.
The second Harry's tongue found your clit it was over. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling your cunt towards him as his tongue pressed against you.
One of your hands slid through brown locks as Harry sloppily lapped against your folds. He moaned against you as you pulled on the strands in a half assed attempt to direct his actions.
Neville laughed as you threw your head back against him, holding you upright with every brush of the others tongue against your clit.
"Is he good?" He whispered, staring at the man below you.
"Eager." Came your response, almost cut short with a whine.
He smiled, gliding his free hand down your arm until it landed above your occupied one. Harry seemed to welcome the extra pressure, his tongue stuttering for a moment before finding his hardly consistent pace again.
"Good thing you were already worked up then hm?" Neville's words barely hit your ear, so quiet you almost missed them. "Maybe next time I'll show him how slowly you like to be taken apart, teach him every single touch that drives you crazy." He laughed towards the end.
"Fuck!" You cried out, thighs closing around Harry's head.
"Yeah? You like that idea?"
All you could do was nod, your breath caught in your throat at the thought. It was almost like Harry heard them. You could see his form starting to shake beneath you.
His already sloppy pace became erratic. Most of his focus stayed on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge with every second.
You couldn't warn him, which didn't seem to bother him. You could feel him moan against you as your orgasm washed over you, his grip on your thighs tightened exponentially before dramatically dropping, his head now resting against your thigh with harsh breath.
"I'm so sorry." Harry said, his voice soft.
Neville chuckled behind you as your face turned to confusion. His hand left the man and rested against your stomach. You turned to look at him, not understanding his amusement in the needless apology.
"I've done that plenty of times mate don't worry." Neville looked down at Harry, a small smile on his face as he attempted to direct him up.
It was obviously so you could see what the 'problem' was. Harry's once solid red pajama pants were now multiple shades of red, darker red, in one specific spot. His face almost matched as you stared at the spot.
You looked between both men at the realization. Your head was still foggy from the come down, not fully understanding the shared expressions happening between the two of them.
"Fuck give me a second." You managed to get out, fighting against the urge to fall flat on the mattress.
Both sets of eyes were on you as you attempted to catch your breath, the tension filling the room almost as suffocating as your thoughts.
This wasn't over yet, not if they both would play along a bit longer. You didn't know if you'd get another chance to do this, you had to give Harry a damn good show right?
Neville leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your ear as he asked if you were alright. You nodded, finally able to catch your breath, you whispered to him. "I wanna let him watch you fuck me."
You could feel his breathing stop for a moment, imagining his eyes going wide at the confession. Just like before he stayed quiet before nodding, the look on his face made your heart skip a beat.
"She wants to let you watch me fuck her." Neville spoke, glancing at Harry briefly before turning his gaze back to you. "If you want—"
"I do I want to so badly." Harry cut him off, he was practically begging at this point.
Finally you laid down against the mattress, Neville quickly finding his way above you. For a minute it was almost as if the other man wasn't in the room.
You'd done this countless times, the familiarity in the way Neville hovered above you, how his lips softly melted against yours with every kiss. It made you feel relaxed, your composure coming back in waves.
He pulled back, quickly tugging his shirt off before throwing it off to the side. Harry mumbled something at the action, making Neville stall for a moment as he attempted to undo his belt.
"What was that?" Neville asked, turning towards him, managing to undo the buckle.
"Said you look hot." His words were still quiet, but allowed you both to hear him perfectly. "You both do but shit Nev you're so bloody fit." This time he was louder, looking between both of you with a focused look.
You watched as Neville took a second to gather himself, the words obviously getting to him more than he originally thought.
"I agree." You grinned, trying to pull him back into you.
It worked, as soon as Nevilles belt was on the ground his pants followed. You couldn't ignore the gasp from the other man, giggling as your boyfriend stalled once again.
"I think—." He started, his lips hovering above yours as he positioned his cock in front of your soaked entrance. "I think that next time comment isn't a joke anymore."
He didn't give you a chance to respond, or to react really. The second you comprehended the comment, he pushed his cock into you until his hips were flush with yours. There was no way to tell which one of you were louder, especially with three of you in the running.
For once, he didn't wait. Your typically gentle boyfriend began a brutal pace almost instantly, one of his hands trailing along your body with a burning touch.
You managed to bring your hands to broad shoulders, your nails digging into the skin as he positioned his thrusts to perfectly his your gspot. He laughed as you became to incoherently plead into the air, back arching off the bed almost impossibly.
"How about now?" Neville grunted, lifting his torso away from you to turn towards Harry.
"How about huh?" Harry asked, cutting himself off with a moan.
You could see him out of the corner of your eye, his hand moving along his cock at the sight of you both. He was a mess, covered in his own cum without a care. You wanted to focus on him but a particularly hard thrust made you throw your head back into the soft pillows with a loud moan.
"How hot is it now? Is this—fuck—is this what you wanted to see? Looking through the door like some type of freak?" Neville laughed as Harry seemed to fall apart. You could hear him, the borderline scream echoing off the walls. "Come on, I can't have both of you speechless." The confidence came out of left field, enough that it'd scare you if you weren't seconds away from your second orgasm.
"So hot so pretty you're both perfect." Harry's words were a jumbled mess, the repetition almost never ending. "I think shes close."
"Yeah she is, aren't you darling?" Nevilles gaze finally turned back towards you, leaning down once against to press his lips against the shell of your ear. "Going to make a mess on my cock yeah? Give Harry the show you wanted."
That was all it took, the deep tone mixed with the fucked up words overwhelming your head. You could vaguely hear Harry follow your lead, the sounds drowned out by the shock waves rippling through you.
At some point you felt Neville pull out of you, your eyes barely open as you watched him finish along your stomach with a grin. Both eyes were on you for what felt like ages, your body unmoving from the ache starting to settle between your legs.
He cleaned you up, eventually. You don't know how long they both sat and stared, but you also didn't really care. The sheer thought of them both thinking of this beyond tonight enough to make you shiver.
"Feeling okay?" Came your boyfriends voice, soft once again.
You nodded, feeling yourself somehow against his shoulder. Harry was nearby, you didn't need to open your eyes to tell anymore. It wasn't like you had the energy to anyway.
"That was fine right? We're still friends?" Came the other mans voice, followed by a quick reassurance by your significantly more aware boyfriend.
They fell into conversation, something you weren't interested in listening to. It wasn't until Harry started to go quiet, yawning in his spot on the chair he'd been sitting in that you spoke up, just enough for Neville to hear.
Can you do a Neville Longbottom fic where it's the readers first time and he wants to make it really special for her, and he's just so loving and gentle with her and praises her awwh 🥺
Stress Reliever N.L
Neville Longbottom x fem!reader
Includes: Smut, swearing, pet names, first time sex, kissing, and post sex cuddles
I huff loudly as I push my door open, as soon as I look into the room I see Neville sitting on my bed nervously. The only light is a few small candles flickering on the dresser near my bed. As Neville looks up he jumps to his feet before giving me a little smile. “Nev, what’s this?” I ask in awe.
“We had that talk the other day, you know, how we’re both ready. So, I wanted to surprise you. Ginny told me you had a bad day, and I wanted to help,” Neville replies. I smile brightly as I take a few large steps into the room before I’m in front of the tall boy. I wrap my arms around his neck before I pull his lips down to catch mine.
“I love you,” I before pressing another kiss to his lips. “So much.”
“I love you too, petal,” Neville grins. He begins kissing me again before I push gently on the bed. Our lips part for a moment as I straddle his waist and look down at him. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Positive,” I assure him. His large hand moves to hold my cheek before he pulls me down to capture my lips against his. Neville pushes his hands under my shirt before quickly undoing my bra. We part quickly before he pulls my bra and shirt off, I tug at his shirt as a whine leaves my lips.
“Oh, calm down, flower,” Neville chuckles. I roll my eyes as he quickly tugs his shirt off before pulling my lips back down to his. His tongue brushes against my lips before I open my mouth slightly. His tongue runs against mine as his large hands settle on my arse. Neville squeezes the plush muscle as I roll my hips against his. “Shit.” My lips leave his as I begin pressing open mouth kisses down his neck, stopping every so often to suck a bruise into his skin. I move as I kneel between his open legs. I quickly undo his pants as I look up at him for help.
“Off, off, off,” I chant breathily as he tugs the cloth off his body. His boxers follow his pants on the floor as his cock springs back against his stomach. My fingers wrap around his hard cock as I begin stroking slowly.
“Such a good girl,” Neville breathes softly. My tongue sticks out as I lick the underside of his cock, the tip of my tongue running along the prominent vein. I watch as Nev’s head falls back against the pillows as he lets out a soft moan. I suck his head into my mouth as he lets out another breathy moan. His hand tangles into my hair his hips buck towards my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat before I gag.
“Taking it so good aren’t you?” Nev huffs. I moan quietly as Neville lets out a groan. My hand grasps the remainder of his length that would fit in my mouth as I jerk him quickly. “Y/N, you’ve got to stop, I’m close.” I pull off him as I let him flip us over, Neville hoovering over me.
“Please, Nev,” I whine as I look up at him. Neville quickly pulls my skirt and panties off as his fingers run between my folds.
“Godric, Y/N/N, you’re so wet,” he says in amazement. Neville’s finger rolls over my clit as I let out a moan. He pushes my thighs up before he pushes his face between my thighs. Neville’s warm tongue runs over my hole as my hips stutter against his face. My hand cards through his hair before I grip the back of his head.
“Fuck Nev feels so good,” I cry softly. His lips latched onto my clit before he begins sucking harshly. “Oh!” I moan loudly. My hips rock against his face as one of his fingers press into my hole. He begins fucking his finger inside me before crooking it up to meet the fleshy spot inside of me. “Close, so close, Nevvy.” He pulls away from my core and looks up at me. I whine as my high begins to disappear.
“It’s alright, flower,” he says as he rubs my cheek softly. He kneels between my parted thighs before he takes his cock into his hand, stroking it a few times, before pressing the head against my hole. “It’ll hurt for a minute, but it’ll feel so good.”
“It’s okay, I trust you,” I smile. Neville looks down at me, love pouring from his gaze. His hips begin to press into mine slowly. My eyes squeeze shut as I feel the pain growing steadily.
“I’m sorry, my love. I can stop if you want me to,” Neville reassures me. I shake my head quickly as I open my eyes to look at him. Neville pauses as he bottoms out, looking down at me. He holds my hips tightly as he rubs his thumb across it gently.
“You can move,” I say after a few moments. Neville pulls out slowly before he begins soft thrusts into me. I let out a breathy moan as I nod at the boy quickly. “Faster.” Neville begins to quicken his movements. Neville moans quietly as he closes his eyes, his head lulling back.
“Taking me so well, darling,” he mutters. His hips move quicker as my moans grow louder. “So good for me, such a good girl.”
“Nev,” I moan loudly. My back arches off the bed as my fingers grip the sheets. “Feels so good.” Neville’s grip on my hips tightens as he pulls me closer to him before he fucks into me harder. I feel his cock drive into the spongy spot inside me. I let out a scream-like moan as I reach up and grab his shoulder. He smirks to himself as he begins fucking into that spot. My mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape as I feel the knot in my stomach tighten.
“Close, doll?” Neville asks. I nod quickly as my eyes screw shut. I feel Neville’s hot breath on my neck as he leaves bruising kisses in his wake. He pounds into me even faster, as he groans into my ear. Moments later my thighs shake as my vision goes blurry. I feel my core flutter around Neville’s cock as I let out a loud moan. Not long after Neville’s hips stutter against mine before pressing into me harshly. I feel his cock pulsing inside me before he pulls out of me, collapsing by my side.
“Fuck,” I say after a few seconds of silence. Neville starts laughing as he looks over at me.
“Was it good?” Neville asks, losing the cocky demeanor he once had.
“Perfect,” I smile, rolling on my side. I press a kiss to his jaw before laying my head on his chest.
“Good I’m glad,” he replies. I feel Neville’s arms wrap around my waist before tugging me against him.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” I say as I look up at the boy.
“Oh absolutely,” Neville replies, placing a kiss on my head. I lay my head back on his bare chest before I fall asleep. The memories of my bad day completely erased.
৻ꪆ summary. you, percy and oliver found a much better way to beat the heat.
id. 0.8k words, smut. 18+ content!
warnings. porn no/little plot. threesome, p in v, bathroom sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, brief perciver, established relationship maybe?, written on a whim, kind of came to me in a dream actually. consider that a warning in it of itself, english is NOT my first language.
The misuse of Hogwart's facilities were strictly prohibited. The Student Manual made it abundantly clear, stating that it was a rule enforced specifically to limit students loitering inbetween classes, and to keep from any possibility of damage to school property.
Well, that particular rule didn't seem to matter now.
It was a hot day out. Despite the Castle being located in the Scottish Highlands, they'd all woken up to a level heat and humidity that made the entirety of Hogwarts and it's surrounding area reminiscent of a tropical island.
To combat the heat, you and a handful of other students decided to take advantage of the weekend and venture out for a refreshing dip along the shallow parts of the Black Lake.
How you wound up ditching your friends and sneaking off into the Prefect's Bathroom was a whole other story.
Percy’s breath fanned softly between your thighs, the warmth a delicious contrast to the cool porcelain beneath you where you perched on the edge of the tub. He was submerged in the water, hands bringing your thighs to rest atop his freckled shoulders. He was soaked. You all were, with bubbles foaming against your ankles.
The tub was filled to the brim. Foamy and colourful under the bathroom's dim light, whereas the water itself was just the right amount of cool.
Your clothes were in a pile somewhere. His was too, sitting in a hastily discarded mess alongside Oliver's kit.
"Fraternising is against the rules too, isn't it?" Your voice was hushed, the question directed at Oliver, who now stood alongside Percy in the water.
Oliver moved closer toward the pair of you, murmuring softly with that scottish lilt you couldn't get enough of. "I really don't think he cares."
Soon after, his fingers tangled in Percy's damp yet stubborn curls. He gripped his head firmly as he pressed it tight against your dripping heat.
Percy let out a soft groan against your slick folds. He wasted no time. His tongue traced your entrance, pushing in slowly before his ministrations grew quick and sloppy.
It was funny. When you'd first come into the Bathroom with Oliver, he was acting like an absolute twat — claimed it wasn't right that you were there when you were neither Prefect, nor Quidditch captain.
Now, that Prefect pin he boasted about so much was more than likely lost underneath the pile of clothes he seemed more than eager to get rid of.
He was more than enthusiastic. While Oliver leaned down, whispering all sorts of encouragement into Percy's ear, he'd lick and lap at your pussy with unparalleled eager. He'd even tilt his head — watching through half lidded eyes as his nose bumped against your clit, sending shivers up your spine.
He was seeking approval.
You affirmed his need by placing your hand over Oliver's, where he had tugged gently on the ginger's hair. As you rocked your hips against his face, he'd moan softly, sending another shock to your core.
The soft moans that spilled from your lips only spurred him on. Meanwhile, the obscene sound and sight of Percy practically eating your cunt had Oliver more than pent up.
Percy didn't mean to give a fuck. No, he was busy, practically drunk off your essence. After you gave a particularly loud whine, he pulled away just to tease you.
"D'you like that?" He whispered against your thigh, breathing softly.
When you nodded feverishly, practically trembling at the sudden lack of contact, he laughed.
Percy hummed, his thumb now pressing down against your puffy clit.
"Yeah, I know you do."
His power trip was cut short when Oliver gave a particularly sharp yank to his hair. Percy was pulled off of you and your legs gave out, splashing back into the tub as they slid off his shoulders.
He'd scowl at the Captain, who only responded by pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Percy couldn't bring himself to wipe it off.
"C'mon, Perce,"
Oliver was careful when he pulled you back into the water. You were in a daze, an ache pulsating deep in your core. Merlin, you just wished Oliver could've waited a little longer
"You can't have all the fun." He would stick his tongue out between his teeth, making Percy's nose scrunch with disgust. So immature, that one.
Before you could process another word, you felt the head of Oliver's cock catching on your entrance. It'd started off slow. Each roll of his hips was accompanied why a low groan, his head burying against the crook of his neck.
He'd always been a little loud.
Amidst the coupling, Percy had parked himself next to you. While Oliver gripped your thighs, holding your leg to let your heels press against his back, Percy guided your free hand to wrap against his shaft.
Your thumb swiped over the weeping tip. His hips jerked up at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as a choked whimper tore from his throat.
Your head was spinning. It all felt too good. The curve of Oliver's cock dragging in and out of your dripping cunt, the sight of Percy biting down on his knuckles to keep himself from cumming immediately..
You snap out of your daze when you feel the latter nipping at your neck. His free hand moved to push and brush against your nipples, the sensation doing very little in helping you keep your composure.
"You alright, sweetheart?" Oliver cooed at the sight, thrusting up with enough force to steal the air from your lungs.
"You're both so fucking mean." You'd cried out, tilting your head down and letting it rest against Oliver's shoulder.
It was too much by now. Too overwhelming; the accumulated sights and sensations. An all too familiar pressure began to form, tightening far too fast and feeling way too fucking good for you to let it stop.
Oliver caught on fast. The hand supporting your waist trailed down, and he rubbed your clit in slow strokes. The feel of his thick cock plunging in and out of you seemed to intensify, stretching you deliciously with each powerful thrust.
The water around you sloshed wildly.
Percy's eyes were open again. He was watching you two, his dick impossibly hard in your hand as he watched Oliver rut into you like a dog in heat. On merlin's third testicle, he couldn't decide who he wanted to be more.
"Ah, you look fucking brilliant," His hand wrapped around yours, encouraging you to stroke faster. Harder Percy's breath came out in ragged pants as he brought his gaze back up. "Bet it feels amazing. 's she tight, Oli?"
Oliver let out a breathless laugh. You cried out when he slowed his pace, pulling out just enough to leave the tip thrusting shallowly at your entrance. He'd snap his hips, filling you back up with a loud squelch.
"As a fucking knot." He murmured, tilting his head back. It lolled to the side as he looked at Percy directly, eyes lingering far too long when he caught sight of your hand beating him off.
"Kind of feels like she was made for me, y'know? Made to milk my cock."
In the Gryffindor locker room after Quidditch practice, you (a Slytherin) sneak back to Oliver Wood for another forbidden hookup. Despite having a boyfriend in your house, you can't resist Oliver's dominant pull. He cages you against the lockers, mocks your boyfriend's inadequacy, fingers you until you're dripping, then fucks you hard from behind - spitting in your mouth, spanking you, and making you scream that you're his. You both cum hard; he finishes inside and orders you to walk back to the dungeons with his cum leaking down your thigh as proof of who really owns you.
CONTENT WARNING - explicit sexual content (graphic rough consensual sex - including penetration, fingering, clit play, spanking, creampie, and intense orgasm); infidelity/cheating; dominance/submission; spit kink; public sex; bruising/mild pain play; creampie/fluid mess
The locker room smells like sweat, leather polish, and old wood - the kind of musk that sinks into the stone walls and never really goes away. The torches on the far end flicker like they’re holding their breath, and the only sound is the rhythmic drip of a leaky pipe and the soft, almost predatory click of his boots against the tile.
You’re already pressed up against the cold lockers by the time he gets close. His body cages you in with ease - taller, broader, soaked in the residual heat of practice. He doesn’t touch you yet. Just hovers, so close you feel his breath on your cheek.
“You came back,” he murmurs, his voice low, already wrecked with anticipation. “Didn’t think you would. After last time.”
You swallow hard, fingers gripping the hem of your skirt. You didn’t mean to come. You told yourself last time was the last time. That you’d go back to the Common Room. Crawl into your boyfriend’s lap and pretend nothing had changed.
But here you are. Dripping for a man who wears red and gold like blood and fire. A man you’re not supposed to want. A man who is not your boyfriend.
Oliver’s nose brushes your jaw. “Was he nice to you this week?”
You don’t answer.
His hand fists in the back of your robes and yanks - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp. “I asked you a question.”
“No,” you whisper. “He was an asshole. Again.”
Oliver hums, like he already knew. “Then let me ruin you for him.”
And then his mouth crashes into yours.
It’s not sweet. It’s not even kind. It’s all teeth and tongue and tension, a brutal clash of lips like he’s either trying to drink you in or burn you down. You whimper when his hand snakes under your skirt, fingers dragging along the inside of your thigh like he owns it.
“You wear these skimpy little panties just for him?” he growls, yanking the thin lace to the side. “Or are you hoping I’ll rip ‘em off and stuff them in your mouth again?”
You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when his fingers are sliding through your slick folds, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the mess you’re already making for him.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re soaked. He doesn’t even know what he has, does he?”
You try to speak, but the words melt on your tongue. His fingers circle your clit with maddening precision - lazy, practiced, smug.
“Maybe I should make you cum just like this,” he says, voice low, dark. “Panting against the lockers with your knickers shoved aside and my name on your tongue.”
You bite your lip. Whine. Grind down.
He tuts. “Greedy little thing.”
Without warning, he flips you - your chest slams into the locker, your skirt rides up around your hips, and your cheek presses against cool metal. You feel him behind you - his erection hard against the curve of your ass, clothed in tight, damp Quidditch gear.
Then the unmistakable zing of his belt.
You gasp.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you right here,” he says, voice hot at your ear, “where the whole Gryffindor team changes. Where anyone could walk in and see your sweet Slytherin cunt spread open on my cock.”
Your knees almost give out, but he grips your hips - keeps you upright, needy, aching.
“You want to be caught, don’t you?” he murmurs, nudging the thick head of his cock against your entrance. “You want him to know what a whore his girlfriend really is.”
“Oliver -”
He thrusts in one brutal stroke, and your words vanish into a moan so loud it echoes. You feel it everywhere - the stretch, the fullness, the obscene wet sound of your body welcoming him like it was made for this.
“Fucking hell,” he grits. “Tight little cunt - gripping me like you missed it.”
You did. Merlin help you, you did.
He sets a brutal pace. Fast. Relentless. His hips slap against yours with every thrust, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Your cheek stays pressed against the locker, breath fogging up the cold metal with every ragged gasp.
“Think he could ever fuck you like this?” Oliver snarls. “Does he fuck you dumb like I do? Or does he finish in two minutes and roll over like a fucking coward?”
You cry out when he slaps your ass - hard. The sting is immediate, sharp, and it sends another rush of slick down your thighs.
“Merlin, listen to that,” he growls. “You’re dripping all over me. Making a mess of my cock. Bet he couldn’t even find your clit.”
“Oliver - fuck - I’m -”
“Say it,” he demands, slowing just enough to make you shiver. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in with enough force to make your toes curl. “Tell me who makes you feel this way.”
“You!” you sob. “Only you - fuck, only you!”
He grins against your neck. You feel it, smug and filthy and victorious.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Not his. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you whimper. “Yours - Oliver, please -”
You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. Release? More? Less?
He fists your hair and tugs your head back enough to angle your mouth to his. Then he spits - hot and thick - right onto your tongue.
“Swallow it,” he commands.
You do. Without hesitation.
His groan is low and possessive, his thrusts turning brutal again as your walls flutter and tighten. You’re right on the edge. So close your vision blurs.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
Your hand snakes between your legs, fingers finding your clit like second nature. It takes seconds - you’re wound so tight, every nerve already electric.
“That’s it,” he pants. “That’s my good little slut.”
Your orgasm hits like a curse - sharp and hot and overwhelming. You scream into the locker as your body seizes around him, cunt clenching in erratic waves. He follows with a broken moan, thrusting deep as he spills inside you, his hips twitching through every pulse of release.
For a long moment, the only sound is your breathing - shaky, unsteady, completely wrecked. His forehead rests between your shoulder blades, skin slick with sweat, heartbeat pounding against your spine.
Then, slowly, he pulls out - and you whimper at the loss. A hot trail of cum slips down your thigh almost instantly, and you swear you hear him groan again at the sight.
He kneels behind you - fucking kneels - and presses a kiss to the back of your thigh.
“Walk back to the dungeons like this,” he murmurs. “Let him wonder why you’re dripping. Why you can’t look him in the eye.”
You tremble.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispers, like a vow. “Over and over again. Until he finds out. Until you want him to know what I’ve been doing to you.”
“fuck me, you’re tight as a knot,” he grunts, voice rough with that thick scottish edge you simply can’t get enough of. “makes me wanna fuck you senseless again, no rest for the wicked.”
you have to hold back laughter, because oliver swearing this much feels like you’re breaking some unspoken rule—mcgonagall would’ve had his hide on the field for less.
“easy on the language, captain,” you jest, palm resting just above his heart, feeling the frantic beat beneath your fingers. “you always this fierce off the pitch, or just with me?”
he snorts, rubbing your nose with his in a mock show of sweetness. “can’t help it when my girl’s so perfect,“ his sharp hazel gaze lacks the usual spark of competition, replaced entirely by affection. up close, his lashes cast shadows across high cheekbones—too pretty a sight, making your chest ache with sudden soppiness. his cock presses against the seam of your thighs, stiffening once more and sending heat spiraling down from your chest and pooling low between your legs.
it’s almost embarrassing how swiftly pure adoration for your boyfriend segues into filthy lust. you gently press the pad of your thumb to his kiss-bitten lips.
“don’t tell me your mind’s back on quidditch?” (not an exaggeration; pillow talk with oliver often wanders there.)
his reply is a quick, playful swat to your arse. “nah. reckonin’ how many times i can fill you before class, love.”
summary: you bitches asked for dom!Fred and you shall receive. a game of truth or dare in the common room goes south when Mclaggen dares you to kiss him
The night had been going splendid so far. Everyone was way too excited after the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrong to go to sleep, and the older Gryffindors decided to get shitfaced as the perfect solution to their restlessness. After all, there was no quidditch this year to justify throwing common room parties, so you guys had to get creative. The new year brought new witches and wizards to corrupt, and so the twins finally let their baby brother Ron and his year join the fun. It been going well, granted Hermione was drunk off her ass, but Harry had been watching over her well enough. You were also past the point of drunk, and you assumed by their faces that the rest of the group were on their way there. At this point in the night, those who were still awake were circled up playing a filthy game of truth or dare. Angelina had gone to do seven minutes in heaven with George, Neville had eaten a puking pastille, and Ron had madeout with Lavender Brown in a disturbing manner. It was time to spin the bottle again to see who would ask the next question. Hermione giggle and leaned into the circle to spin the bottle. Everyone look around with nervous smiles as it spun around and around, before landing on Cormac McLaggen. You cringed. This was possibly the worst person it could've stopped on. Your body had a visceral reaction when your name left his lips.
"Y/N," he smiled drukenly, "Truth or dare?" You rolled your eyes. Oh, great.
"Truth," you said, grabbing your drink and taking a swig. You were going to need it.
"Who did you lose your virginity to?"
You choked on your drink as the rest of the group murmured at the question, Hermione's jaw dropping before a stream of shocked laughs escaped her. You felt Fred tense up beside you. Your mind raced with the memories of this summer at the Burrow.
"Just like that, Y/N. You're doing so good," Fred praised as he thrusted into you, kissing the crook of your neck while he fucked you. He'd been teaching you how kiss, as a friend of course. He had to help out his dear friend Y/N when she confessed how embarrassed she was that she had never kissed anyone. Never done anything with anyone. From there it had escalated. First, you wanted to know learn to give a blowjob, but soon enough Fred thought it'd be best if you knew what these things felt like too. After a while, you both realized you were terribly obsessed with each other, and one night you decided to let him be the one to take your virginity. He was big, and you were nervous, but he was so sweet about it. Even at the beginning when you thought it wouldn't be able to fit, he was reassuring and gentle with you. But that was at the start, and by now he was fully fucking you on your back, your pussy starting the soften around his cock as pleasure began to ripple through your body. You both came together in a heap of sweat and kisses.
"Y/N," McLaggen sung, waiting for your response.
"I'm not answering that," you coughed, still choking on your drink. The group has set up measure to tell if someone was lying, so you couldn't fake still being a virgin. You supposed the question wasn't that out of pocket, but you couldn't answer it. Nobody knew about you and Fred besides George, and you both wanted to keep it that way. Especially from your families.
"Well then, you know the rules," McLaggen tsked teasingly, "you forfeit to dare."
"What? No, I-"
"Those are the rules Y/N," Hermione cringed, unable to stop herself. McLaggen smirked.
"I dare you to kiss me."
You felt nauseous. McLaggen was disgusting, and the last person you'd ever want to kiss. Unfortunately, you'd brought this onto yourself. You should've known he would dare someone to kiss himself. What a weirdo. The circle groaned and laughed in disgust as McLaggen puckered his lips. You cringed and shifted your weight to lean across the circle. Just as you were about to shuffle over to him, Fred grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You looked back at him and saw anything but a smile on his usually cheerful face. He spun the bottle and landed it on himself in a hasty motion, still holding onto your wrist tightly.
"McLaggen, I dare you to stop wearing your fucking Ballycastle Bats tighty whities to every single quidditch practice," Fred sneered before yanking you up with him and pulling you towards his dorm. You heard the group go crazy with laughter behind you and hoped it would cover for the fact that Fred just pulled you away from the party. Hopefully George could cover for you two, he should be done with seven minutes by now. Fred dragged you up the stairs without so much as a look in your direction. Once you reach his dorm, he threw open the door. What was happening?
"Fred-" he smashed his lips into yours and shut the door with your body. You gasped as your back hit to wooden surface, Fred pulling your skirt up while his hand gripped your thigh. He used your lifted leg as leverage to grind down into your hips as he pressed you against the door. Your pussy pulsed when you felt him against you, his hands gripping in all the right places. Wait a minute. When did he start kissing you again?
"Fred," you said quickly, pulling away from his mouth. He tried to kiss you again. "Fred, we just left the party. You just dragged me up here when I was supposed to kiss-"
"Don't even say his name," Fred growled, his breathing heavy and hot as he kept his face inches from yours.
"I'm sorry," you whispered out, unable to speak properly. You'd never seen Fred mad before.
"I'm sorry I dragged you," he softened, ducking his head down to kiss your neck, "but I wasn't going to let somebody else kiss you." With that, he began to attack your neck. His left hand came up to grip the back of your head as his tongue and teeth lapped at your sweet spot. You let out whimpered moans as he worked, his fingers gripping you just right. Rougher than usual.
"Freddie," you moaned, grinding yourself onto his leg. You needed more. This man had hooked, and you'd never been so addicted in your life. He picked you up under your legs and carried you to the bed before placing you down on your back. He stood over you, leaving you panting on the bed as he took off his shirt and undid his belt. His eyes were locked on yours. You wanted to look away but you couldn't, his gaze wouldn't let you. When he finished, he rushed towards you again, kissing you deeply as his hand flipped your skirt up. His tongued rammed itself into your mouth, stifling your moans when his fingers grazed over your clit. You blushed as his fingers masterfully moved your panties aside and dipped into your core. Fred laughed into the kiss as he felt you.
"Already so wet for me," he breathed huskily, "are you ready to take me?" His words had you aching. You nodded up at him bashfully. You wanted him so badly. You had turned into such a slut for his cock. "Good girl." He sat up and flipped you over, pulling your panties down as he took off his own pants. He didn't bother to take off your skirt as he pulled you back onto him. You let out a guttural moan as you felt his length stretching you out.
"Fuck, Freddie," you whined as he gripped your hips and began to thrust into you. He was going to leave bruises for tomorrow, but you didn't care.
"You're taking it so good, Y/N" Fred groaned, smacking your ass, "you like getting fucked by me? Huh?" He picked up his pace, pounding into you hard. Your moans were bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts as he waited for your reply.
"Y-yes, Freddie. I love when you fuck me," you whined, feeling you pussy begin to clench around him. His dick twitched at the feeling and groaned. In one motion, he pulled out and spun you onto your back, pulling your shirt up over your tits and pinning your wrists above your head.
"God, you look so fucking pretty. Can't see your beautiful face while I'm behind you," Fred grunted as he thrust back into you. You moaned and threw you head back. You writhed underneath Fred, his hand constraining your wrists. You desperately needed to grasps something. You were reaching the edge.
"Freddie," you cried, unable to say anything except his name. Your eyes clenched shut as you felt your stomach knot up one final time.
"That's it, baby. Come for me." You could feel his eyes on you as you released yourself around his throbbing cock. As the waves of pleasure began to slow, Fred grunted and became sloppy. He released your hands and buried his face into your neck as he came, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you. He laid there for a moment before pushing himself off you and pulling you onto his chest. You couldn't help but giggle a little as he kissed your head and rubbed your shoulder.
"You are so jealous," you teased, looking up to see Fred. He laughed with a sleepy half smiled.
"I'm not jealous," he retorted, pinching your cheek. "I'm just protecting whats mine."
Bestfriend!Fred with no boundaries teaches you how to have sex
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You weren't sure what had made you so insecure recently. Maybe it was the fact that you were the only virgin in your dorm now that Katie had gotten with Oliver. Or maybe it was the fact that you'd been too scared to do anything more than snog someone at a party. Either way, you were feeling the pressure to experience what the rest of your peers were currently indulging in. The only issue was that you were too scared to make a move on anyone due to your lack of experience, so really the whole situation was an unfortunate cycle of anxiety and naivety that kept you a virgin mary. And that's how you found yourself approaching your best friend Fred in the common room.
"Hi," you said meekly, dropping onto the couch next to him. He shut his book and slung his arm over the couch.
"Hello, darling," he purred, reaching his hand over to play with your hair. You sighed and pouted, earning a chuckle from the redhead. "What's bothering you, love." He knew right away that something was off. Of course he did.
"Well," you cleared your throat, "I was hoping you could help me with... a favor." You grinned shyly at him.
"Well," he drawled, offering you a teasing smile, "Tell me what I can do for you." You groaned as your head rolled onto the back of the couch. You were already regretting coming over here.
"I- ugh this is humiliating," you groaned and covered your face. You could hear him chuckle under his breath. "Stop laughing at me." You snapped, giving him an angry glare which only made him smile wider.
"I'm not laughing at you, Y/N," he said sincerely, putting his hands up in defense, "spit it out already."
"Okay, okay," you breathed, "so you know how I... well how I've never... done more than... y'know." You huffed trying to get him to understand without actually saying it out loud.
"How you're a complete and total virgin?" He smirked, earning a smack from you.
"Fred!" you scolded. He laughed and it almost broke through your utter embarrassment. "But, yes. How I'm a complete and total virgin." You covered your face with your hands again. You could hear him chuckle as he attempted to pry your fingers off your face.
"Love, you know I'm not judging you," he said, pulling your hands down. You let his hand rub gently across your cheek, and your body relaxed. He would never judge you, and that's exactly why you were here. "So what's up?"
"Okay, well I want to.. y'know," you rolled your eyes causing him to laugh, "But I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing... and I need help." You huffed and looked up at Fred to gage his reaction. That smirk was still plastered on face but was now accompanied by a raised brow.
"Oh? And so you want me to..." He dragged on, teasing you. You groaned again. He loved teasing you, and watching the blush spread across your cheeks only provoked him more.
"I want you to... teach me." You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping that he wouldn't reject you.
"I can teach you, darling," he purred, "what are best friends for?" You bit your lip, nervous and excited that he had actually agreed to this. It was weird, knowing the two of you were about to cross a line. At the same time though, you were closer to him than anyone else. This wouldn't change anything, you were sure of it.
"Okay," you breathed, "so what do I do first?" He chuckled and looked around the room. It wasn't too busy, most everyone either at dinner or studying for exams. George and Lee sat in the corner playing cards loudly.
"Well, we can't do anything here," he hummed, standing up. You looked up at him with your brows furrowed. "Come up with me?" He stuck his hand out for you. You hesitantly nodded and took his hand. As he led you up the winding stairs towards his dorm, you were suddenly overly aware. You could feel the nerves begin to course through your body the way they always did when a boy was leading you somewhere private. Fred seemed to sense this as he shut the door to his room behind you.
"You know we'll stop whenever you want to love," he hummed, stroking his thumb across yours. You nodded, the words stuck in your throat. "Are you nervous?" You nodded again, letting a chuckle fall through your lips.
"I- I'm nervous. That's why I've never done anything before," you admitted, the blush on your face burning even more as Fred stepped forward took your face into his hand.
"Just tell me if you don't like it, okay?" Fred asked, waiting for your consent.
"Okay," you whispered, nodded slightly as you looked up at him. You watched him wet his lips with his tongue.
"Can I kiss you?" He breathed. You nodded again and held your breath as he bent down to close the space between you. A involuntary gasp left your lips when he kissed you gently, his hand finding the small of your back. You tentatively kissed him back, melting into him as his thumb swiped against your cheek in the way it had so many times before. Except it was different this time. You were kissing your best friend and he was walking you back towards the bed. You gasped when your legs hit the edge, and Fred chuckled into your lips.
"I'm assuming you've gotten this far before?" He asked, pressing his forehead against yours. He was breathing heavy from your kiss, and it was certainly a sight to see, his lips red and slick.
"Mhmm," you nodded. Although, you weren't sure if anyone had kissed you like this before.
"Good," he breathed, "I'm going to lay you on the bed now, okay?" You nodded eagerly, earning a slight chuckle from Fred. Your incoming blush was hidden when he came forward once again to take you into a kiss. This time it was deeper, and wetter. His hands found their way under you as he pushed you back onto the bed. You let out a noise as your head hit the pillow and he fell over you, connecting your lips again. He could feel your hesitancy in your actions as he kissed you, your hands staying by your sides.
"You can touch me," he smiled, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. You sucked in a breath.
"O-Okay," you fluttered, hesitantly running your finger over his collar bones.
"Good girl," he whispered as he came to kiss you for the third time. Your eyes reflexively rolled back into your head, a wave of something washing through your body. You had almost forgotten about the nerves, your body overwhelmed with feeling as your best friends hands explored down the sides of your body. His knee separated your legs in a way that almost bothered you, and that feeling was exacerbated as his thumb swiped across the front of your hip. You whined into the kiss to your complete embarrassment. Fred hummed to this.
"Did that feel good?" He asked, peppering a kiss on your jaw. You grasped his shirt collar.
"Yes? I think so," you quavered as he hummed into your neck.
"It's supposed to feel good, love. You don't have the be embarrassed," you could feel his smile against your skin, making you squirm with fluster. His hand slid up your leg to the edge of your leg.
"Do you like this?"
You nodded fervently.
"Use your words."
"Yes," you breathed out as his hand slid under your back, "I like it." It seemed that was all it took for Fred to start absolutely devouring you. You had certainly never been kissed like this before, and you wondered if everyone kissed like this or if it was just Freddie. He grunted into the kiss as he lifted your leg up slightly, pressing his hips into yours. This made you moan into his mouth, and you instantly cringed at the sound of yourself. He chuckled into the kiss and pressed his thumb back over your hip.
"Love, it's okay to make noise. In fact, I hope you'll be doing a lot more of that with this next bit," Fred reassured you, going back to peppering kisses on your neck. Were you the only one getting a bit carried away here?
"W-what's next?" you groaned in delight and his lips sucked in a nice spot.
"Have you ever been touched before?" He pulled back to look at your face.
"No," you muttered with a small shake of your head.
"Have you ever touched yourself before, darling?" He asked gently, his thumb continuing to swipe across your hip. You nodded and blushed crimson.
"Y-yes, but I've never," you shook your head.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked so casually, as if this didn't make the heat rush down from your cheeks to your stomach. You weren't sure what you were expecting when Fred had agreed to teach you some new things, but you supposed this was a good start.
"Yes, please," you whispered. Fred smiled at your response, you had always been the polite type. He pushed himself off of you and began unbuttoning his shirt, towering over you as you laid sprawled on the bed. Your eyes caught on his large, freckled chest before you reckoned you should probably be doing the same. You stayed on your back as you began to clumsily unbutton your top. Your eyes stayed on Fred's fingers, his smirked dancing in the edges of your vision. You'd seen Fred shirtless countless times, but never from this angle. The way his fingers moved down his abdomen and closer to his... you were losing focus. He stripped his shirt off before coming over you to help you with yours. As he undid the last button, his eyes dropped to your breasts. His hand reach out gently to caress your waist as he lowered himself over you.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He breathed, waiting for your consent.
"Okay," You whispered, this time coming up yourself to initiate the kiss. You had never felt this want before building inside of you, wishing that his body would press into your own. His hands explored your body, touching new places and waiting for you to sigh in approval. First they crept up the sides of your waist, then under your breasts to cup and squeeze them, which you found out you liked. You made an embarrassing squeal as he lightly rolled your nipple, which only made him do it again. His hand then traced its way down your stomach and over the front of your skirt. He pulled away for a second which made you whine and nod your head. Fred chuckled lowly as he dropped his hand down even lower, until the tips of his fingers grazed the front of your panties. It already felt better than anytime you'd touched yourself. You felt like you were going to explode when he rubbed down the front of you with his palm. You moaned into the kiss, unable to restrain yourself from bucking your hips up. You could feel yourself start to gush as his hand ghosted over your wet panties.
"Next step, princess," He said, pushing your panties to the side as he searched your face for any hesitancy. At this point, your body felt as though it needed him to touch you or you would die.
"Please, Freddie," you pleaded, your hands clenching the sheets beside you. He smiled slyly in satisfaction.
"You're so well behaved, Y/N," he praised teasingly, his finger running down your slit, "such a good student." You groaned at his teasing words as his fingers ran over your clit, a shock of pleasure rushing through your body. Your hands came up to grasp his arms as his fingers moved over your clit, again and again. His eyes stayed on your face, watching as each wave of pleasure washed over you. Your stomach was beginning to knot when he dipped his finger into your entrance, moving slowly and asking for permission.
“I’ve never done that before,” your voice came out in a whine as his fingers came back up to make circles over your clit. He let out a low chuckle that sounded more like a groan.
“Do you want me to show you what it feels like?” He asked, his supporting hand grabbing the back of your neck as he ran a long swipe over your slit, making your whole body shiver. You supposed you should be embarrassed, making these faces and noises in front of your best friend. But it felt too good to care and all you wanted was to feel his fingers inside of you.
“Y-yes, show me,” you stuttered coming up to kiss Fred again, needing more of him. He breathed into the kiss as his finger grazed over your clit and down to your entrance, pushing into you ever so slightly. You were so tight, and the fact that you’d never been touched here before made Fred pant at the thought.
“Just relax, darling.” He cooed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your neck that he still held tightly in his hand. “You’re doing such a good job.” He thrust his finger in slowly, causing you to clench around him. It felt good, unfamiliar, but good. As his finger moved in then out again, you were starting to realize why everyone was so obsessed with sex. The sight of Fred panting over you didn’t hurt either.
“Fred, I- I think,” was all you could manage before you felt the knot in your stomach suddenly pulsate. A loud whine left your lips as his thumb swiped over your clit another time, sending you over the edge.
“That’s it, cum for me Y/N,” Fred encouraged, holding your head as your back arched off the bed. Unwillingly, your body writhed with pleasure as waves of your orgasm rocked through your core. Fred’s fingers begin to slow down as he kissed in the crooked of your neck, you hips slowly rocking against his hand and the last bits of pleasure drained out from you. He gave you one last kiss before pulling his finger out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling. All you could do was pant as you laid there frozen with pleasure, red and sweaty from the experience. Fred smiled down at you cheekily as he wiped your damp hair out of your face.
“How do you feel, love?” He asked, continuing to brush down your messy hair with his hands. He knows how much you hate looking disorderly, but he had to admit, you looked damn good in this position.
“I mean, that was really good,” you chuckled, covering your face with your hands again and closing your legs up. Fred chuckled and fell beside you, starting to button up your top.
“Well that’s only the first part of your lessons, but I think that’s enough for today,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss your head as he finished the last button. You groaned and rolled over to face him. You couldn’t help but stare down his body, noticing his length bulging through his khakis.
“Aren’t I supposed to do something back?” You bit your lip, running your finger down his chest. Fred stopped your hand as you reached his waistline.
“You’re not supposed to do anything, Y/N,” Fred chimed, “but if you want to learn, I can teach you that, too.” He sent you a wink and a laugh as your cheeks blushed crimson again. You rolled onto your back and let out a chuckle.
“How much more is there to learn?” You thought aloud, still in a dream state from your first orgasm.
“Well on a scale of sex god to complete and total virgin, I’d say you’re still on the latter side of the spectrum,” Fred joked, earning another slap from you.
“Oh, shut up. Just help me learn, okay?” You asked sheepishly. Fred chuckled again and smoothed down your skirt.
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Oh supreme leader of Weasley twins smut, can I please ask for another dirty dirty rough mean degradation basically hate fucking with boys, just them using their needy wife because she asked both of them to break her when she had a bad day to relieve her stress with big fluffy after care when they’re done :,) work was rough last night.
Hi Anon, I have been summoned! Please accept this absolute filth (I think I’m ovulating). I hope your work has gotten better and you don’t have bad days anymore 🖤
Warnings: SMUT. Graphic sex, piv sex, fingering, clit play. Swearing and degradation. Dom/sub dynamics, George is a soft!dom (it’s always the quiet ones). brat taming. Reader is a brat. BREEDING KINK. cum play, polyamory, no twincest. Actual chance of pregnancy.
Word count: 2.3k
Break me.
“Get down on your knees... now."
You can hardly tell who is who by this point, your eyes clouded with unshed tears from overwhelm and overstimulation. Their figures are hazy, a blur of delicious milky skin and writhing bodies with no viable way to determine between them. Even their honeyed voices have melded together, as smooth as caramel but as harsh as a whip with their sharp words. It's a delicious juxtaposition. Their hard, unforgiving bodies, so manly and dominant compared to your soft submissive figure.
You'd done this yourself, that you couldn't deny. In your defence, not that it mattered now really, you'd just wanted to put your awful day behind you and to end the day on a high and there was no better way than this.
"Why the fuck do you still have your trousers on?" You'd huffed, clumsily fumbling with the fastenings of Fred's trousers, the tailored tweed personally offending you by still covering what you'd so desperately needed. You revel in your stubbornness, resisting their attempts to get you to submit to them. You wouldn't make it easy tonight.
"Patience is a virtue princess," Fred had retorted before pulling you into a searing kiss, still much more playful than his twin who had been watching in silent judgement with dark eyes.
"Fuck virtues," you'd almost whined, getting more and more frustrated that they weren't already naked and pounding some sense into you. "Give me sin."
"Feisty tonight isn't she?" Fred smirks towards his twin who has remained resolute, clearly not finding the same humour in your sass.
"Don't ruin my dress," you admonish with a bite, wriggling against Fred's dominant hold. He's got you pinned face down against the bed as he hovers on top of you, the curve of your ass pressing against the impressive bulge in the trousers he's still fucking wearing. As much as you hated your job right now and could daydream for hours about never returning, that really wasn't an option and so you would need the dress.
"We'll be gentle," Fred replies, his lips ghosting the back of your neck.
"Until the dress is off," George adds darkly, his first spoken words for what seems like hours. His eyes are fixed upon your body, almost degradingly so, like you were his prey to be devoured. It fills you with a semblance of something resembling fear thought it's the very best kind, entwined with an excitement for what you know is inevitably coming.
Your dress is unceremoniously peeled off of you, leaving you in just your underwear. In the back of your mind you wished you'd worn a nicer pair this morning but realistically they weren't going to last much longer regardless. You feel a kiss placed to the centre of your back once your bra is unclapsed, a gentle precursor that could in theory give you false hope of gentility. Your eyes flick to George once more and you freeze when you see that he's now entirely naked, the gentle lamplight illuminating every inch of delicious freckle spattered skin, including his fully erect cock in his hand. His hand drags across his length slowly, the foreskin catching with each deliberate swipe, a taunt of what you so desperately want but won't admit. The sight alone makes your mouth water and you're immediately closer to breaking your resolve.
There's a sudden movement from Fred behind you and a sudden pulling sensation on your body before a resounding rip occurs. You shiver as you feel your now bare pussy exposed to the air in the room, your panties having been ripped off by Fred. You're vulnerable now, your body exposed to his view behind you, your body aligned perfectly for him to just slip in, if he would just take those fucking trousers off finally.
You watch as your panties are thrown across the room, landing in George's outstretched hands. It's ridiculously hot in the moment how effortless his catch was and you hold back a shiver. He wraps your panties around his fingers and keeps hold of them as his hand returns to his bulging cock.
"What do you want princess?" Fred says, his fingers drifting onto your breasts, toying with your nipples.
"Fucking hell," you huff at his attempts to tease you any further. Surely it was fairly obvious what you wanted, why did he have to be so Fred about the whole thing?
"Two guesses," you spit, not even bothering to look up at him as you consider rolling your eyes. The swift smack to your right buttcheek echoes through the room, making you jump.
"Manners princess," Fred admonishes, tutting at you as he rubs the prickling skin of your rear where he'd struck. You sigh out of frustration, wishing for once they would just listen and not have to joke around.
"Say please," he adds mockingly, only furthering your annoyance. You're half tempted to get off the bed and finish the job yourself, though it could never compare to them.
You won't say please and you won't give in. As much as you so desperately want them, want to be fucked out of your bad mood so you can reach that heavenly headspace you so craved, you wouldn't beg.
Another smack to your bum makes you gasp, his hands striking the exact same sensitive spot.
"What will it take hmm?" He says, caressing your sore bum. You feel his hands get lower and lower with each stroke until his fingers are sweeping past your opening, catching on your sensitive lips.
You cry out when his finger breaches your weeping hole, finding relief in his long and slender digits but it's still not enough. You need his cock like you need oxygen, both of their cocks if you're honest with yourself but you're not even getting one right now. You will not say it. You will not beg.
"You're dripping down my hand sweet girl, sure you won't just give in?" Fred says, pushing his fingers deep into you. You're silent, forcing yourself not to moan, getting dangerously close to breaking.
"Little brat," you hear one of them say sharply, though you're too focused in to know who it is.
"Goes away for 12 hours at work and this is how you return? Forgetting all your manners." It's George, you think. But he sounds closer now, had he moved? You can barely bring yourself to raise your head to check, the feeling of fred's fingers in you just too much.
"Fuck!" You cry out as you feel a harsh slap on your bum, the kind that stings instantly and leaves finger marks for the rest of the night. You know that it's George for certain now.
"See? Maybe you shouldn't be allowed to work anymore," Fred says, curving his fingers up into your pussy.
"Maybe we should just keep you here, let your husbands take care of you instead. Keep you here ready to take us whenever we like," George says darkly, moving to stand in front of you, his imposing figure creating a shadow that covers and looms over you.
"Knocking you up over and over again, always filled with one of us," Fred adds.
"Give in to us darling, then you'll get everything you need," George says with a surprisingly soft tone. It's a trap, it must be.
You think, desperate for more but still not willing to give up.
"Fine, be a brat." The shadow disappears and you scramble, only now realising that you might have pushed him too far, that you might be left completely unsatisfied.
Your eyes lock as you look up, his dangerous smirk directed straight at you. He knew exactly what he was doing and had weaved you into his little trap. Now you were really in for it.
"Come on baby straddle me," George says as he positions himself on the bed, holding out his hand for you, knowing your legs were wobbly at best. Fred had completely ruined you whilst George had watched with dangerously dark eyes, his gaze electrifying you. You were thoroughly fucked, dripping Fred's cum onto the bedsheets and already exhausted but your need for George was still much too overwhelming.
"Say please," you say in a breathy voice, using the last of your willpower to torment him one last time. The look on his face tells you that he very much did not appreciate your snark.
"Get on my fucking lap before you can't sit down for a week."
You cry out at the stretch as he enters you, shuddering as your walls clench around him tightly to accommodate him, even if Fred had already worked you up before. You're squirming in his lap, his cock pressed deep inside you to the point you're certain you can feel him in your tummy. His hands hold you in a bruising grip and you can tell he's holding himself back, sensing that you need time to adjust to him. When he finally begins to roll his hips, you throw your head back at the sensation. Godric he fills you completely. It feels like he's everywhere, not a single patch of your insides not stimulated by him. You cling to his shoulders, desperately grounding yourself as he begins to manoeuvre you, guiding your hips until you're riding him with increasing intensity.
He's using you like a sex doll for his own pleasure, directing your hips and controlling the speed until you're in a trance like state. You feel yourself slipping into your own headspace, your sense of reality beginning to slip away.
"This is what you needed baby? My big cock filling you like this?" George says, breaking your slight trance. His tone is slightly condescending but it only fuels your passion, hearing his sinful and dominating words.
"Can't hear you Angel..."'
You're both covered in sweat and fluids, partly yours, partly Fred's. It's sinful and utterly erotic, your own hips canting to match his as you feel the telltale tingle of your second climax on the horizon. You let out a loud chant of his name, each thrust making you want to cry out louder and so you plant your face into the crook of his neck to conceal your desperate need to scream. Your hips rock against his and you clench as you hear his own groans of pleasure, your fingers clinging onto his wide shoulders to anchor yourself to him.
His hand leaves your hip to pull you up forcefully to look at him, his thrusts momentarily stopping.
"Don't hide from me Angel, I want to hear every single sound you make. I want to hear the way you cry for me."
He lifts you up off of his cock with his strong arms and throws you down onto the bed, hardly giving you a moment to settle before he’s lifting your hips up to him, pulling you half onto his lap and ramming his cock back inside. You cry out, grabbing hold of the duvet for support as he fucks into you wildly. Your tits are freely bouncing and you can feel George’s hungry gaze upon them as he fucks up into you without abandon. He’s close, you can sense it, his eyebrows pulled together as he fights to hold back his climax.
You’re completely exposed like this, your body freely on display and vulnerable to his gaze, it’s so erotic. You feel a presence beside you and turn your head slightly to watch Fred appear on the bed, his eyes also drawn to your bouncing tits whilst his hand creeps across your tummy and down to your abandoned clit.
“We want you to cum again sweet girl, can you do that for us?” He says, stroking your clit with perfect precision even as George rails you.
“Give us one more,” Fred adds temptingly, his fingers never faltering on your swollen bud, your climax rapidly approaching as you feel warmth begin to spread through your body.
“One more load for you sweet girl, can you take it?”
“Yes fuck, please!” You cry out, the magic word finally being said.
They share a look of victory at your pleading, each of them knowing that they finally broke you. You’re fucked out, finally letting go of your inhibitions and allowing them to take complete control.
You let out a guttural moan, so pure and erotic that you’d be slightly embarrassed if you could fully comprehend as your orgasm crests, their hands and cocks working perfectly to get you off. You clench around George’s cock so tightly you can feel it pulsing within you.
George roars as he cums, filling you to the brim with his warmth, keeping his cock tucked deep inside as he practically breeds you.
You’re floating in the ether, with all thought of logic or consequence completely gone, finally fucked to the point that you can feel nothing but bliss. Your shitty day is forgotten, you only exist in this blissful piece of time tied only to your two husbands.
When you finally come back to earth, you’re snuggled between your two loves, with George pulling you into his chest. Fred works on cleaning you up with a flick of his wand before settling in beside you.
“Rough day?” Fred says, stroking your hair. George is monopolising your cuddles but he doesn’t mind, sensing that George needs this aftercare and grounding just as much as you. You simply nod on defeat, not wanting those thoughts to re-emerge in your head.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he says gently, “you never know, hopefully this time we actually have knocked you up and you won’t have to go back there at all.”
“My thoughts exactly,” George adds, sounding on the brink of sleep.
You can’t deny, it’s incredibly tempting.
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