Drabble: James notices Y/N’s started wearing glasses and finds himself a little bit distracted.
James, as usual, couldn’t seem to stop going on about Lily. Even on this warm, Friday afternoon, as he and his friends walk through the corridors, looking for something to do, he rambles on.
“We get it, James,” Remus chuckles, “we’ve heard this about a billion times.”
“I would say this specific spiel is more like half a billion,” Sirius chuckles, slinging his arm over James’ shoulder as he nudges him, “he has a wide range of Lily-related topics he likes to bore us with after all,” Sirius laughs.
James pushes Sirius off of him, “I’m in love ok, let me be.”
“Ever one for the dramatics, prongs,” Remus chides, laughing along with Sirius.
Peter, dragging on behind them pipes up finally, “why are we just wandering around? I’m bored.”
Looking back at the whining boy Sirius rolls his eyes, “go find something to do then. We’re not here to put on a show.”
Peter huffs and turns away, starting to lag behind the group once again.
“Hey Y/N,” he yells suddenly, running off and out into the courtyard, over to where their friend is sitting reading a textbook. They look up and smile at the boy running towards them.
James feels his jaw drop without him even realising, looking over at their friend talking to Peter, admiring them. The way their legs cross over each other, the way they run their hand through their hair to smooth it out, the way they lean back and laugh at something Peter said.
And to top it off, those glasses. Oh, those glasses. James has never seen them wear them before, but the frames sit perfectly on their nose, framing their face, and for some reason, James can’t help but stare as his mind wanders.
Not for the first time he thought about kissing Y/N, laughing as his own glasses bump theirs as they lean in, imagining those beautiful eyes looking up at him, magnified by the lenses.
He’s yanked back into reality by a hand pulling at the back of his collar, turning to see himself centimeters away from a brick wall in front of him.
“Merlin mate, watch where you’re walking.”
He can’t even focus on Sirius’s comment, all he can bring himself to do is turn back to watch Y/N talk, marveling at the way they take their glasses off and rest them on top of their head.
Working in a college town would be the death of Sirius Black. He didn’t even attend Hogwart University. Instead, he opted out of the crushing debt and took a few classes at the local community college. He wouldn’t even be in this college town if the lease he signed wasn’t located in the middle of the city.
“Excited for all the freshmen?” James picked at a crystal, letting the raw cut rose quartz roll between his fingers.
“Far from it, we always get busy during moving in week,” Sirius was sipping on a herbal tea blend, watching James sort through the sleeves of crystals he knew nothing about but was supportive nonetheless.
“We do live in a liberal arts town.”
Sirius couldn’t be happier that crystals were more socially acceptable now, he grew up on Tiger Eye and Howlite, but he hated busy days. He hated helping people flick through the crystals, nasty looks on their faces as they took in Sirius’ long ponytail and tattooed skin, then storming out.
“Grab an amethyst and clear quartz,” Sirius pointed over the counter, not bothered by the question as he noticed shadows at the storefront window.
“Grab an amethyst and clear quartz,” Sirius pointed over the counter, not bothered by the question as he noticed shadows at the storefront window.
“I just need to grab a thing or two,” the bell chimes overhead; two college students not much older than Sirius and James wander into the small corner shop.
“I thought you went to the shop on Dumbledore Drive?” The tall girl beside the shopper spoke.
“I thought you went to the shop on Dumbledore Drive?” The tall girl beside the shopper spoke.
“I did until I found out half of the stuff was fake!”
Slytherin Selenite.
The crystal shop was a few blocks from Black’s Onyx and was the only crystal shop worth worrying about taking his business. Snape, the owner, was a slimy man that hated Sirius because of high school. Sirius had suddenly given up on listening to his brunette friend at the news of Slytherin Selenite.
“Fake?”
“Yep, I could get better ones from Walmart at that rate,” they rolled a Green Jasper between their fingers as they recalled the events.
Sirius respected their honesty, admitting that they were still getting used to crystal and struggled to figure out the difference between real and fake at times. He couldn’t name one time he heard someone admit to confusion about the spiritual world, for people’s pride always got the best of them.
“That git!” Their friend slapped a hand over their mouth, an embarrassed blush arose across their cheeks. She pecked around a display, noticing Sirius’s eye focused in their general direction.
“I’m sorry,” they squeaked out, their friend patting them lightly on the back before looking back over the green crystal laid out before them.
“No problem, I’ve said much worse about him,” Sirius shrugged, taking another sip of the steamy tea that lay beside the cash register.
“You know Snape?”
Their eyes were wide as they spun around, three new crystals that Sirius couldn’t see held tight in their left hand, their right balancing on a charging station.
“Yeah, we went to high school together,” Sirius shrugged as he watched James wander behind the counter to ring himself up for the stones he had placed in the baggy.
“He was horrible then too,” James spoke as he punched in the numbers, his head already done most of the math and left the exact change sitting on the counter.
The person frowned; their hand on the charging station fell to their side as they switched from one foot to another.
“Someone who takes something so beautiful like curious newcomers that are native to spirituality and rip them off is more than horrible; they’re downright wicked.”
Sirius almost fell off the cheap wooden stool, his nerves on fire from the proclamation of the stranger not only a foot away from him at this point. He’d seen many people walk in and out that door, but he had never heard something so genuine as he did right then.
“I completely agree,” Sirius ignored James’ pat on the back and the way the steam crossed his stumbled face, simply watching as the person turned back to the display and observed the crystal ordered to make a pride flag on the wall.
“Don’t go disturbing the customers’ Pads,” James mumbled as he rushed to the front door, hoping for a late display from the Black’s oldest as he registered his words. Sirius didn’t even care, slowly slipping from his seat to wander around the store to “clean” up.
“Can I help either of you?” Sirius rearranged the tarot card for the millionth time that week; why didn’t they look correct?
“This may sound stupid,” he didn’t think they knew how to sound stupid, “but do you know any good crystal’s for Shadow Work?”
Sirius smiled, wandering over to the other wall to point out the container of Snowflake Obsidian that sat by the cash register.
“It’s Snowflake Obsidian, it’s my personal favorite ‘cause it helps with balance too.”
“How’d you know my life wasn’t balanced?” Their smirk was gentle, barely taking up space on their face.
“Magic?”
“Ah yes! My bad for questioning you,” their eyes never left the display, grabbing a small bag and placing two of the Obsidian inside.
“Don’t do it again…” Sirius trailed off.
“(Y/N), you?”
“Sirius.”
“Seriously?” As soon as the question filtered from their lips, their eyes grew wide.
“Very original,” Sirius couldn’t help but smile, moving away from the two and walking back around to the cash register where his tea had started to grow cold.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” (Y/N) fell into the side of their friend, who had a twinkle in their eye as they watched the two.
“And your name?” Sirius directed his body at them, hoping to save himself from coming off rude for ignoring her.
“Alice,” the short-haired girl smirked in Sirius’ direction, her eyes glistening under the harsh light from the tinted window, and Sirius knew he was caught red-handed.
He was known to be a flirt, it was who Sirius was, and sometimes he forgot not everyone was. Flirting wasn’t a game to most, more like a right of passage to a relationship, and Sirius wasn’t trying to get caught up in another one of those.
A slight cough cleared his throat, focusing on the cold herbal tea instead of the two wandering around the store. He smiled at the tip James left in the jar, still leaving one even if he helped Sirius buy the building.
The door swung open with force, the bell breaking the mumbling of the two on the other side of the store now. Sirius spotted a thick dark green sweater vest and didn’t even need to think before speaking.
“Did you kill someone, Moony?”
“Yeah, you,” Remus’s finger was accusing, his loafers slamming against the hardwood floor of the shop as he stalked up to the register.
“What did I do this time?”
“Your stupid dog ruined my special edition of Tale of Two Cities,” Remus’s face had a red hue and a vein standing out against his skin.
“Reggie did that?”
“Yes, I had evidence in my car,” Remus’ eyes scanned the store, falling on the two that smiled at the red-faced dirty blond.
“Don’t worry, they’re cool,” Sirius leaned back on the stool, his brain trying to wrap around the fact that his sweet baby Regulus would do something like that.
“(Y/N)! Alice!” Remus wandered to the pair, his arms held wide as he approached. Sirius whipped his head around; his raven locks falling from his ponytail with the velocity.
“Remus,” (Y/N) wrapped one arm around the tall English major, her head resting on the side of his chest.
“You know them?” Sirius leaned closer to the three; his interest peaked, again.
“These are my study partners!” Remus gestured to the two, a bright smile replacing the rage that once painted his face.
The light bulb went off immediately, the infamous study group that Remus formed back in his freshman year when BIO 111 got harder than expected. One of them was on a Pre-Vet track, and the other was going to school for PR Management; they barely shared classes anymore, but they enjoyed each other’s company enough.
“(Y/N) was the one I told you about that could help with your PR,” Remus held the two close to him as he moved closer to the front.
Sirius knew he needed more of an online presence if he wanted his company to go big, but he hated social media. He found no fun in depressing himself any more than in high school.
“This is Padfoot?” (Y/N) spun to look up at Remus, a bright smile overtaking their gentle face.
“The one and only,” Sirius muttered under his breath.
“Remus told me you were struggling to manage your store, I didn’t know it was a crystal store, or I would’ve helped ages ago.”
“You think Remus would’ve shared that detail.”
“I’m still mad at you, don’t push it.”
(Y/N) wandered to the cash register, a ten in their hand as they placed the two stones on the counter.
“I can still help you if you need it,” Sirius glided across the floor, punching in the numbers without looking at the small cheat sheet taped underneath the table.
Sirius had to weigh the options, either spend all day with a brilliant and beautiful person and try not to flirt, at the same time, his business does better, or continue to be an independent crystal shop in the middle of a college town.
“I’m down.”
Sirius Black hated living in this college town, but if a pretty PR major is his way out, then he’s taking it.
inspired by silk chiffon by MUNA (feat. phoebe bridgers)
warning: sexual innuendos
(Y/N) tugged on the short mini-skirt she had been stuffed into due to another sad Marurders prank, the crappy lunch-tray clutch to her chest.
“You feeling okay, mate?” Sirius rolled up beside her, confident in his own skirt and roller-blades.
“Why did I let you talk me into this?”
“Because we both know Evans will enjoy the view,” before he could receive a rough slap across the face he was cursing away in the hot pink roller-blades that insight this entire idea.
“That’s us,” James held his tray high, his head held higher as he strolled casually into the Great Hall.
“I hate you four,” (Y/N) tried shaking the nerves from her skin, holding the tray above her head and strolling in behind James. As much as she hated the feeling of the Great Hall eyes on her, once she spotted a certain red-head her head became clear.
“I hate you four,” (Y/N) tried shaking the nerves from her skin, holding the tray above her head and strolling in behind James. As much as she hated the feeling of the Great Hall eyes on her, once she spotted a certain red-head her head became clear.
Her green eyes were bright as she watched the dramatic scene unfold, four boys and one girl skating around in breezy short skirts with napkins held high above their heads.
“Ah, I love this,” Marlene clapped, standing on her seat to grab a single napkin from Remus’s tray with a lip gloss-filled smile.
“Me and you both,” Lily bit her bottom lip, smiling brightly up at (Y/N)’s embarrassed glances around the room. Sirius had already asked the rest of the room if they needed napkins, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but focus on the gentle green eyes that scanned her legs.
“This might be my favorite look yet,” her teasing words made it all the better as she stood, much too slowly for (Y/N) liking, and reached for a napkin, “I hope it wasn’t all for me.”
“Let’s be honest, most things I do are for you,” Lily plucked a napkin from the table, a loving smile painted across her pale skin. Her sage-painted fingers wiped nothing from her face, covering the rose blush that had spread like wildfire across her face.
“You’re flirty today.”
“I spent all morning with Sirius,” which wasn’t a lie, “but I can’t help but flirt with someone as soft as you.” Peter skated past, tugging lightly on their (Y/N) shirt to draw her from the conversation. A part of her cursed Peter for having to miss another second with Lily but they knew she had a job she had to do.
Her wheels were rolling over the cobblestone floor, her mind in another realm as she thought of her gentle smile hidden behind a stark white napkin, her green eyes boring into her skin making (Y/N) feel like silk.
There was no other word to describe Lily Evans but silk.
Silk red hair that tickled (Y/N)’s noise earlier in the morning.
Silky skin as her fingers brushed across the rose-colored blush.
Silk chiffon school shirt that felt like heaven to take off her.
Silk kisses on (Y/N)’s own chapped lips when the room was screaming after a won match.
Silk sheets on both their bare legs when Marlene had passed out on the common room couch.
(Y/N) ran her knee into one of the long tables, almost causing her to lose balance.
“Oi! Pay attention!” Remus spoke as she passed, much more confident in the headwear that Sirius had placed in his hair last minute. She shook out all through the silk girl and continued with the prank, or at least tried.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying the events, laughing and raising their hands for more napkins. Eventually, Snape threw a glass of pumpkin juice on the floor which James ran through at the last minute, ending in some broken glasses and a bruised bum.
“He ruins everything!” Sirius screamed as he cuddled James’s head into his chest. The gentle strokes made Remus slightly jealous, which was why (Y/N) was holding his head in the same manner.
“We’re running out of napkins anyways,” (Y/N) shrugged. Her brain was still fogging, so fogging she couldn’t even warn James away from the juice, but he didn’t need to know that.
“(Y/N) had already clocked out thinking of Evans,” Remus spoke into (Y/N)’s neck.
“Shut up,” (Y/N) simply shrugged, not fighting the truth from the small group of boys that sat before her.
How could she not think of her? Her hair, her lips, her sheets, her silk chiffon blouse. She had taken residence in her brain for a few years now, knowing she would always be welcomed. Lily Evans was her lover that made life feel right, like her chiffon blouse on the perfect fall day.
As if the founders were on her side, the portrait door swung open, Marlene and Lily skipping through. Remus rolled to the floor, winking as he took his spot beside Peter on the loveseat.
“You left me!”
“You got me, if you want,” Lily collapsed where Remus once was, her hair laid across her legs. Her grassy knoll eyes looked up at (Y/N)’s, both sharing their own moment.
“I always want to.”
The conversation went on around them as if the words couldn’t break the bubble they had built around them, silk-like touches shared like secret love letters.
“You looked great today,” Lily muttered under her breath.
“Was it the skirt or the roller-blades?”
“Both,” Lily smirked, her fingers tracing obscure patterns around her bare leg with a sliver twinkle in her eyes.
“Softie,” (Y/N) dipped her head, unbothered by the group in the common room as she wrapped her hand around a strand of fiery hair.
“Like silk,” and (Y/N) smirked to herself as their lips crashed into one another, maple syrup filling every pore of her skin. Her hand brushes against (Y/N)’s jawline.
Yes, exactly like the silk of her sheets that she wished she felt as her finger dripped behind her ears and as her teeth crashed against her, but until then she could live with the silk chiffon blouse that clung to her skin.
i will be starting a taglist account to make this all easier!!
also i’m back on my writing bullshit with a very gay lily evans fic
Request: “James Potter falling for his sweet gay Ravenclaw tutor?”
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James Potter had never really been all that concerned with his grades. Brewing potions practically ran in his blood and he was a natural study when it came to Transfiguration and Charms, but apparently skating by with decent grades in most of his classes didn’t mean that McGonagall wasn’t willing to remove him from the Quidditch team if he was failing a class, even if it was one as pointless as Muggle Studies tended to be. He’d asked what he could do to avoid being barred from the team, but Minnie’s response had been a deadpan “find a way to raise your grade” and suggested that he look into finding a tutor before the test the following week.
His first thought had been to ask Evans, but he’d abandoned that idea almost immediately when he thought about how awkward it’d been between them since they’d broken up a few months prior. Then he thought of Remus, but he knew that meant that Sirius would be around and if Sirius was around then they’d be too busy planning their next prank to get any studying done at all.
Once he realized that looking for a tutor outside of Gryffindor was probably for the better, the answer to his problem made itself obvious. He slung his messenger bag over his shoulder as he headed for the portrait hole.
You were in James’ year, but not in very many of his classes, since you tended to prefer the more academically inclined classes, while he stuck with pretty much anything else. He’d run into you several times though as you were leaving the library or one of your classes and he was running from Filch or one of the professors after a prank. He couldn’t say that he knew you well, but he knew enough to not be surprised when the Marauder’s Map led him to a small table hidden behind several towering bookcases in one corner of the library.
As James rounded the corner you looked up from one of the massive tomes spread out before you, visibly puzzled by his presence and seeming even more befuddled as he dropped into the seat across from you and set his book bag in front of him.
“Um, hello?” you said slowly, brows furrowed as you looked at him. “Can I help you with something?”
James smiled, that same mischievous grin he always had when something was going exactly as he’d hoped, “Well, now that you mention it, I could reallyuse some help with my Muggle Studies homework.”
The unimpressed look on your face wasn’t exactly what James had been expecting though, “I’m not doing your homework for you, Potter.”
James blanched, waving his hands in front of him frantically, “No, no, no, you’ve misunderstood me.” He laughed, flustered by the assumption, “Honestly, I just need some help. I missed some classes and now I don’t understand what’s being covered. Their world is so different from what I know it’s like another language.”
“So you just need a… translator?” You asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
He nodded slowly, an embarrassed flush prickling at his cheeks. “I mean, I was going to say tutor, but yeah. I suppose I should’ve just led with asking you like a normal person, shouldn’t I?”
“That would’ve probably worked a little better, yes,” you replied with a grin, “But lucky for you, you’re cute and I’m feeling generous, so I’ll help you anyway.”
James’ eyes widened and he moved to push up his glasses to hide his darkening blush, “You think I’m cute?” He fumbled with the clasp on his book bag and pulled out the first textbook he touched.
He hadn’t ever really thought about other people romantically aside from Lily Evans before they’d gotten together, but ever since the break-up he found himself attracted to guys as well as girls. But to hear that people- that you- had had similar thoughts about him-
“Tell you what,” James started, lips twitching up into a pleased grin as he tousled his hair, “You help me pass Muggle Studies so McGonagall doesn’t boot me from the Quidditch team, and I’ll take you out for butterbeer on the next Hogsmeade trip? Maybe, um, maybe as a date? If that’s something you’d want too?”
“Sure, Potter,” you said, “I’ll let you take me out. But, uh, if you want to pass Muggle Studies, you might need a book other than your Transfiguration textbook.” You bit out a quiet chuckle as you nodded toward the book in his hands, before turning back to your own schoolwork.
James flushed further as he realized that he really had grabbed the wrong book- too busy trying to woo you to pay attention to the details. “My bad,” he said. James retrieved the right book and forced himself to keep his eyes on the page, even as much as he wanted to look up at you. Maybe having you as a tutor wasn’t going to be great for his grades, but when he chanced a look up at you and found you smiling at him, he knew it would be worth it either way.
Imagine James falling asleep in your lap instead of studying…
You’re sitting in your favourite spot in the Gryffindor common room, sunk into the cushions of the couch with the fire roaring in front of you, warming you up from the chill in the air. You’re reading a book, absentmindedly running your fingers through James’ hair.
He’s head was resting in your lap as he read from his potions textbook, trying to finish off the assignment that was due tomorrow. You lightly scratch at his scalp, his messy curls tangling around your fingers as you drag them back and forth.
When the textbook clatters to the floor loudly you jump, startled away from your own book. James’ breathing evens out, his lips just parted, his eyes closed. You smile, shifting yourself back into a position that was more comfortable, focusing back on the paragraph that you’d been reading before.
“So much for studying hmm Jamie,” You chuckle, going back to running your fingers through your boyfriends hair.
It was all coming to the surface, everything before and after the breakup, all of the feelings the two of you had buried, squashed down and tried to pretend didn’t still exist. The flood gates were open and good or bad the two of you needed closure.
“Don’t walk away from me!” You snap with a roll of your eyes. “You have something to say Sirius so just say it for fucks sake.” Sirius’ shoulders tense as you follow him into the kitchen, his back towards you. He picks up a glass from the bench, turning it over a couple of times in his hands before flinging it into the sink with so much force you jump, the glass shattering on impact. He braces himself on the bench, hunched over the sink, his tone short, clipped and dangerously low. You’d almost rather him yell at you.
“Say? There’s nothing to say. You fucked off y/n, you left. You packed your shit and didn’t look back,” He turns to look at you, a humourless laugh ringing in your ears, a flash of lightning illuminating the few tears on his cheeks. “You never gave me a chance to say anything…”
You shrunk back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked at the floor. You knew heartbreak, but this felt different. This was raw, excruciating… like someone had attached you both to a live wire and turned the voltage up to high. The two of you stood there, opposite sides of the room, breathing heavily. You felt some of your anger soften, replaced with the desire to walk over there and wipe the tears off his cheeks. You thought you were doing the right thing by leaving, you and Sirius were destroying each other day by day, bit by bit. There were things you couldn’t work through, issues that ran too deep.
Neither of you had spoken in over a week when you left. You had selfishly tricked yourself into thinking that leaving was going to be the best for both of you. A clean slate. Instead you protected yourself from getting hurt while doing the exact opposite to him. You step towards him, closing the distance while reaching out with your hand. Sirius shrinks back from your touch but doesn’t stop you from cupping his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the line of his jaw.
The scruff on his face scratches enticingly at your skin and it’s a sensation you didn’t realise you missed until now. Sirius breathes deeply and closes his eyes, lips parted, hands twitching by his side. He takes a long, slow breath, then another and another and you can see some of the tension slip away from his body.
“I’m sorry,” You whisper the words but they feel louder as they cut through the quiet.
When Sirius doesn’t say anything you go to draw your hand away, surprised when he reaches out and holds your wrist. He leans further into your touch as the tears slip silently down his cheeks, catching in the palm of your hand. Everything around you seems to pause, the walls around him coming down, the bitterness you’d held onto easing. It’s like you’re both standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down into the void, waiting for the other person to say ‘jump’first.
A couple of minutes pass, a few more breaths mixed together in the air and you jump. Repercussions be damned.
Pushing up on your toes you kiss him, pressing yourself against his chest. His mouth is as soft as you remember, his lips moulding against yours with little adjusting, like there hadn’t been any time at all between your last kiss and this one. Sirius doesn’t move right away, stuck frozen in shock. It takes you mumbling another sorry into his mouth to get a reaction. When he kisses you back it’s hard, full of want and regret. His hands find home on your hips, fingertips digging into the soft, supple flesh. You rake your fingers into his hair, your nails dragging over his scalp, drawing a deep groan from the back of his throat. He pushes you back until your back hits the wall behind you, his knee pressing between your legs to hold them apart. You nip playfully at his bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth before soothing away the sting with your tongue, tasting the salt from his tears. The kiss deepens as the two of you become entangled fully, hands roaming over bodies, rediscovering lost intimacy.
When you pull away Sirius moves his lips to the juncture of your neck, peppering kisses over your skin as your chest heaves. Wrapping your arms around his neck the two of you stumble and giggle until you’re back in the living room. You can see him better in here, his face not shrouded in shadow. He looks at you, candle light dancing in his bright grey eyes, your heart thumping wildly inside your chest. A light blush covers your cheeks as you glance up at his swollen lips, heat spreading through every inch of your body as you draw his lips back to yours, parting your lips so his tongue can slip inside your mouth.
He drops to the couch, keeping you in his arms, your knees digging into the cushions either side of his hips. You edge your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, his stomach flexing as you flatten the palm of your hand and slide it over his skin. The kiss breaks as he reefs the shirt over his head, eyes dark and needy. You sit back on his lap and bite the corner of your lip, feeling that familiar stirring of arousal settle in the pit of your belly.
Sirius sits forward, his nose almost bumping yours as he toys with the edge of your shirt, your nipples hard through the fabric. You open your mouth, swallowing a moan as he pulls it up and over your head, exposing your heated skin to the cool air. You resist the urge to cover yourself back up as goosebumps erupt over your arms and back, Sirius’ eyes roaming over you hungrily. He brushes his fingers up your sides and across your ribs, stopping just below each breath. He watches your reaction as he circles a nipple with the tip of his finger, dragging it agonizingly slow over the hard little nub. You squeeze your legs around him in anticipation, feeling him harden beneath you. Dropping your hand down you run it over the front of his sweats, teasing him with feather light touches. You quiver as he flicks out his tongue, wetting his lips.
You want to draw it out, savour the breathy moans and light touches, but you need him, all of him. Now.Sirius pinches a nipple between two fingers as he drags a thumb over your lips with his other hand. You gasp and arch forward, subconsciously rolling your hips to create the friction you’re craving.
“Want you,” You simper. “Need you…Siri.”
The nickname tumbles from your lips and seems to spur him on, his lips re-attaching to your neck as he sucks a dark mark into the flesh. He hooks an arm around your waist, lifting you up enough that he can shimmy his pants down, his cock slapping thick, heavy and hard against his stomach, glistening with precum at the tip. There’s another lump in your throat as you listen to the obscene noises Sirius makes, pumping himself gently, and it makes you want to slip off his lap and suck him greedily into your mouth.
You don’t. Instead you wrap your hand around his base, taking over his movements as you enjoy the weight of him in your hand. Sirius’ head rolls back on the couch, his hands still holding you as you slide over him, smearing the precum with the pad of your thumb. “Nuhugh, stop, stop…” You slow your actions, smiling at the obvious effect it has on him. “I want - I -”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, trailing off as you readjust yourself, pulling your panties to the side - incredibly thankful you hadn’t bothered to put pants back on when you got dressed. Sirius lines himself up, keeping still as you sink down onto his length until he is fully rooted inside of you, stretching you out comfortably. He grunts deeply, dropping his head to your shoulder as you dig your nails into his upper arms, your whole body humming in pleasure. Slowly you begin to rock your hips, tangling your fingers into his hair and tugging on the curls. Neither of you are in any rush, happy to keep it slow, pouring everything you couldn’t put into words into your touches.
Sirius snaps his hips up as you move, thrusting deeper each time, his cock sliding over just the right spot each time. You feel full and content, something you hadn’t for months and it makes you realise how much you missed him, how hard it was to be away from him. His name tumbles from your lips over and over as you feel that coil deep in your belly tighten, your eyes finding his again as your legs tremble. There’s a thin sheen of sweat around his hairline, his cheeks flushed. He snakes a hand down between your bodies, his finger finding your clit, your body convulsing with pleasure as he rubs a tight circle over the bundle of nerves. You cry out, leaning forward until your forehead is pressed against Sirius’, his lips finding yours again as he picks up his pace.
It builds and it builds and it builds and -
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” You drag out the word in a whimper, tumbling into euphoria, your orgasm bursting white behind your eyes. Everything else fades away except for the feeling of Sirius, the sound of his moans as he gets closer to his own end. His movements slow down considerably, his hips barely moving when he grunts out something you still aren’t coherent enough to hear, his teeth scraping over your shoulder. He empties himself inside of you and the sensation brings his name back to your lips, his arms tightening around you, keeping you pressed against his chest.
You’re too blissed out for the next few moments that you miss when Sirius pulls back out of you, turning around to lay you on the couch as he stands up, tucking himself back into his pants. He gives you a soft, genuine smile and you return it, watching him walk back up the hallway. You miss his warmth immediately, shivering as you curl in on yourself. He comes back with a warm washcloth, cleaning up the mess left on your thighs. When he’s done you reach for him, tugging him back down, snuggling into him as he runs a hand up and down your spine. When he sighs you feel your stomach sink, a feeling of dread overtaking everything else. You hold your breath as you peak at him from the corner of your eyes, waiting for what you know is coming. “So I guess we should talk about what just happened.” “…Yeah,” You mumble.
You feel sick and suddenly very self conscious. You’re still lying there against him, mostly naked and now you wished you’d paid attention to where he threw your top earlier. It’s the pin you didn’t want to drop, the reality that the two of you are still very much broken up, whatever just happened doesn’t change that. Sirius has been quiet long enough now that your body feels rigid and tense while you wait for him to say that you need to go, that this was a one time thing to help you both move on, to get closure.
You don’t even know how to articulate that that’s not what you want anymore, hell it wasn’t even what you wanted to begin with, but staying here and fighting with him seemed like the worse option at the time.
You try and pull away, ready to shut down and protect yourself but Sirius senses the shift in your mood straight away, holding you against him tighter. He looks down at you, hooking his thumb under your chin when you refuse to meet his eyes, frowning at the expression on your face.
“I don’t regret it,” He says seriously. “I don’t, it’s just…” He cuts himself off with a sigh. “It was so hard when you walked out y/n, I didn’t know what to do with myself… I can’t go through that again and I don’t think you can either.” “I don’t know what you’re trying to say,” You reply, almost too afraid to know the answer. “I’m saying we gotta be in or out, all the way, no going back and changing our minds.”
This time it’s you that’s quiet, the hurt and bitterness bubbling back into your system as you mull over his words. It’s not like his wrong… you know that, but the ultimatum leaves you feeling conflicted. “We broke up for a reason Siri… those issues, they’re all still there. Nothings changed; what makes you think we can work through it this time?” “Maybe we can’t,” He replies. “Maybe we can… all I know is that I love you.” “…I love you too. I’m just not sure it’s enough anymore.”
Sirius tugs you back onto his lap, his face buried into your hair as you wrap your arms around him, wishing that you didn’t have to let go. You lay there, locked together as the storm outside eases, the thunder disappearing into the distance with the lightning. All that’s left is the rain, like the sky outside is openly weeping for the both of you.
a/n: sorry about being gone for a whole month without posting a new chapter! anyway, you’re in a huge ride in this chapter. hopefully i can get chapters out at least once a week after this! :)
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Things changed after the conversation. Slowly, your new normal included hanging out with the Marauders, much to the dislike of most Slytherins in your house. Regulus didn’t comment on it, although you knew he was hurt. After all, he had supported you all along, and you were practically running back to his brother.
You wanted to reassure him that its wasn’t like that, because it really wasn’t. No matter how much you loved Sirius, you were doing your damn best to get over him, and for good this time. You had more friends, and better ones. You spent your meals with Regulus, usually splitting seating in classes between him and Severus. After classes, you did your studying with Remus before hanging out with Regulus or the Marauders.
You had wanted this for so long, and you plunged into it without any self-control.
The rest of November passed quickly, and as December slowly went by, you got increasingly nervous about heading home. Your parents hadn’t sent out any howlers, which you appreciated, but you knew they were watching. And you knew that you’d have hell to face when you got home.
Even with that thought hung above your head, nothing could bring your mood down. For the first time, it felt like you could truly appreciate Hogwarts like every other student.
“Are you guys heading home for Christmas?” You brought up, sitting in the Gryffindor common room. You knew the other Gryffindors were giving you weird looks, but no Gryffindor would mess with you while the Marauders were around.
“I’m heading to James’,” Sirius told you, and you nodded.
“I think my parents want to travel before things get any worse in the wizarding world,” Peter shared, and you smiled.
“I’m heading home, but I’ll probably be around James’ a bunch. What are you planning to do?” Remus asked. You shrugged, feeling the sinking feeling that you felt whenever your mind drifted to your family. You wished you had an escape, but you didn’t. Not like Sirius did, at least. It was going to be your first ever Christmas without your sister, and the thought of that was something you hadn’t truly processed yet.
“I’ll probably see Regulus a lot. My parents told me they’re hosting another party, so I might end up seeing Mulciber, maybe Severus and Malfoy too. A lot of the Black family, really. My parents adore them,” you sighed, “but I’ll have Regulus around, so it won’t be terrible. Merlin knows he’s the only Black I tolerate,” you joked.
“Very funny, (Y/L/N),” Sirius deadpanned.
“You’re going to be alright though, yeah?” Peter asked, and you shrugged.
“I hope so…” you trailed off, not wanting to share just how bad your family was. You were strong, and you could handle another Christmas with them. And then it’ll be back to Hogwarts, where you’d be safe.
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You arrived at King’s Cross quicker than you would’ve liked, but a train ride spent with Regulus was a time well spent. You could practically feel his mood shifting as he prepared himself to see his family. Both of you started slipping into your personas of being the perfect child, and before you got off the train, you gave him a tight hug.
“I’ll see you soon, I hope. Write to me often, Reg, you know your letters get me through this.” He smiled at you one final time, and you kissed him on the cheek before getting off the train to face your parents. They had written you to tell you that they’d meet you at the station, and you were hoping they wouldn’t. Any moment spent away from them was a blessing.
Once you exited the train, it was easy to find your parents. They were talking with the Blacks, and you could see the Marauders from a distance away. You were able to meet eyes with Sirius, and you gave him the tiniest of waves before turning to face your parents.
“Mother, father,” you greeted simply. They turned to meet your eyes, and your mother opened her arms for a hug. You didn’t have any choice but to pretend — that was all this was. A game of pretend, a game of dolls, a game of house and the perfect pureblooded family.
“It’s good to see you again, my sweet,” your mother said, but you could hear the coldness of her voice. Walburga and Orion looked at you with fake pitiful smiles, and you knew. You knew that whatever you’d face with this break would be terrible.
Letting you go, you took a few steps back before turning to the Blacks. “Hello.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could spot the Marauders looking over at you, and a lurch in your chest told you that you’d rather be with them. From behind you, Regulus finally joined you — you wondered where he went, although you wouldn’t ask till later.
“Hello, Miss (Y/L/N) and Mister (Y/L/N), and hi, (Y/N).” You smiled at him, relieved to be around someone you could tolerate, but also worried. Although your parents had a strong friendship with the Blacks, you wondered what would be so important that they’d be waiting for the both of you together.
“(Y/N), Walburga, Orion, and Regulus are going to be staying with us. We’ll be hosting the party the day after tomorrow, and there will be important news announced. You are to be on your best behavior, understand?” You nodded. “Good,” your mother brushed her thumb against your cheek, and you willed yourself not to flinch. Taking a look at Regulus, he shrugged, and you inwardly sighed. Whatever your parents had prepared, it wouldn’t be good.
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“What do you think they’re planning?” You wondered, laying in Regulus’ lap. It was the day of the party, and the house had been chaotic for the past few days, everyone frantic to throw the perfect party to welcome the beloved heirs home. On the bright side, with the Black family here, your parents hadn’t tried talking to you about how you were acting up in school.
“No clue, but I think it involved both of us. Why else would we be staying?” You looked up at him, his eyes peering down at you. “And as comfortable as we both are, we need to get ready soon.”
“Right he is!” Your mother chimed as she opened the door. She looked pleased as she took in the position that you and Regulus were in, but turned to face Regulus. “You should get going, sweetheart, your mother is waiting for you in your room.”
You wished Regulus didn’t have to leave so that you didn’t have to be with your mother alone, but you didn’t protest. Watching as he left the room and closed the door, you turned to face your mother, who was rummaging through your (rather big) closet. “As you know, I’ve been preparing for this party for a while, and we’re so very lucky to have the Blacks on board. I thought things would’ve been complicated after Sirius turned out the way he did…” Your mother pulled out a dress before making a look of disgust, continuing to flick through the clothes.
“But we’re happy that things have worked out. You get along well with Regulus, right?” You nodded, brushing through your hair. Your mother felt the littlest bit motherly, and you indulged yourself in it, at least until it would get worse. “Good, good. I was worried that things wouldn’t work out after your little act at school, even though I know you’re still hanging around Gryffindors. At least two of them are pureblooded, even if they’re blood traitors.” You rolled your eyes. So much for that.
“Besides the point. We’re expecting a lot of you when you return to school. I know what we did over the summer had scared you, but it’s showing you reality. You’re one of us, now, my sweet. Anything you do now reflects on that, and I just don’t want you to get into trouble. Your father wishes the same, even if he never shares that.” Finally, your mother pulled out a green ballgown, one that was strapless and had a slit to show off your leg. There weren’t any sleeves, and you knew you couldn’t get away with wearing something over your arm either.
The Dark Mark sits on your arm, a painful reminder of just how deep you succumbed.
“I know it was early for you to get the mark, but we had to prove your worth. You’re already part of the sacred twenty-nine, and with Sirius turning out to be the way he is, we had to do something. There’s no doubt that Regulus will have to too.” Once you got changed, your mother pulled you to your vanity so she could do your hair. “I would’ve preferred you get the Dark Mark in your last year. But what’s done is done, and we can’t dwell on that.”
Every minute you spent with your mother felt like it’d never end, but by the end of her dolling you up, you looked like how you did for every other party. Except this time, your mother pulled out a thin long box, and you raised your eyebrows.
“This is my necklace. It’s been passed down for generations, but you’re growing up now. I want you to have it. It’ll show that you’re truly a (Y/L/N) now.” You nodded, and your mother clipped it on, making sure to not get your hair in the way. “I love you, my sweet. You’ve never looked as beautiful and mature as you do now.” Your heart clenched a tiny bit, and you willed yourself not to cry. There was something about this moment that felt different than the other ones you shared with your parents, and no matter how much you hated them for what they’d put you through, you felt as if they loved you.
“Thank you,” you said, “The party is starting soon, right? You should head downstairs, I’ll be down in a bit.”
Your mother gave you a kiss on your forehead, and you watched as she left. She felt so much like a mother, and you wished it was like this all the time. Even if she got on your nerves by sprouting some stuff about the Gryffindors, you knew that you’d pick this over the regular relationship you had with your parents any day. You wished your sister was here to see you now.
The mark on your arm throbbed again, and you sighed. It was time to go to the party.
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The ballroom was filled with people, most of which you recognized were avid Voldemort supporters or pureblooded. Looking around for Regulus, you noted that you could see Mulciber chatting someone up. Someone was playing piano, and all the tables were filled with food. This had to be the grandest party yet.
Finally spotting Regulus, you hurried over to him. “Reg! You look good,” you smiled. It was true; he looked more dressed up than he normally would be. You noted that his bowtie was the same shade of green you were wearing. Seeing a small blush on his face, you chuckled.
“You look nice, too. Green’s a pretty color on you, but I’m sure you already know that.” You laughed, opening your mouth to speak before effectively getting cut off by your father’s booming voice.
“Thank you all for joining today, as we have very pleasing news. About a decade ago, the Blacks and us had made an arrangement to marry off our first borns.” You turned to face Regulus in shock only to note that his face was the same. “Unfortunately, the Blacks’ first born turned out to be a blood traitor and as you know, this summer, my firstborn had passed away. Therefore, the Blacks and I have been talking, and we had agreed that Regulus and (Y/N) would be a far better match. Their chemistry is undeniable, and their wedding is going to happen as soon as they turn of age. This is our formal invite to everyone in this room. Congratulations, Regulus, (Y/N).” Your father stopped speaking, but at this point, you didn’t know what to say.
An arranged marriage? With Regulus?
It’s true that you and Regulus were close friends, hell, he was probably your closest friend, but you never considered him romantically. But you’d never considered anyone other than Sirius romantically. You didn’t know if you could even indulge in this; sure, Regulus was nice, but he was almost like your little brother. You weakly smiled at all the stares in the room, but didn’t voice any of the thoughts you shared out loud. Instead, you whispered to him, “I’m happy it’s with you out of anyone it could’ve been with. Meet me at my room after the party?”
Regulus agreed, and your only question was how you could possibly deal with this after the party. Would you have to wear engagement rings? There’s no doubt that you couldn’t date anyone anymore, not in public anyway. It’d get back to your parents, and you couldn’t risk that.
And for the first time since meeting the Marauders, you truly realized that you were stuck with nowhere to go.
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“I’m sorry this ended up happening,” Regulus whispered. The two of you were sitting in your bedroom, still wearing your party outfits, and you were still reeling from the revelation.
“A decade, Reg. And I bet even if things had worked out differently, we would’ve ended up married anyway. Sirius and my sister, and then you and I. Talk about a union,” you scoffed, leaning into your bed. “What are we going to do at school? Are we going to be… a couple? Actually date?”
“I don’t think we really have a choice other than do that, do we?”
“Ugh…” You stuffed your face into a pillow for a good minute before peeking your head out at Regulus, “This would be so much easier if I was bloody in love with you,” you sighed.
“We could. Actually d-date, I mean. It’d probably be more enjoyable for the both of us than to just pretend.” Regulus nervously spluttered out. You stared at him, thoughts rapidly shifting from one to the next. Could Regulus actually have feelings for you? Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to comprehend this thought. You never considered the possibility that Regulus might have a crush on you, but you never considered a possibility of dating anyone other than Sirius either. And now that Sirius had made it clear he wanted to be friends and nothing more…
Could you imagine spending the rest of your life with Regulus? Waking up to his face, kissing him good morning, joking about his terrible morning breath before he has to leave? Could you imagine pretending that a war wasn’t going on out there, surrounding you, and having your newfound friends fighting for your life? Could you imagine being married to Regulus?
But what you actually said was, “You… have a crush on me, right? I never suspected anything until, well, now. But you know I’m still trying to get over Sirius, and if we did date, I do wish that it would’ve happened naturally instead of like. This.” You gestured with your arms, trying to read what he was feeling. He’d always been hard to read, especially when he grew up in a family just like yours, but he was much easier to read than Sirius.
“I am. I never told you because there wouldn’t have been a chance that you’d like me back, but you’re trying to get over Sirius and even though I’m unhappy that my parents planned this out for us, I’d be a fool to put my all into this relationship without making it clear how I felt. We’re in the same boat, and it’s better now than never.”
“Quite Gryffindor of you to say that,” you joked with a wry smile. “I… can’t say I like you back. If I were to be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever considered you to be more than my brother, and I can’t promise you anything else. But we can try and date, and even if it doesn’t work out, we’re still going to be stuck with each other no matter what. There’s nothing stopping that. I can try learn to love you as more, but I can’t promise anything.”
“I know,” Regulus whispered, and he took hold of your hand. “And I’m willing to enter this relationship with just that.”
You smiled warily, but squeezed his hand. You were afraid to hurt him beyond repair. When Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, their relationship had become strained and you were the only person he held close, other than Kreacher. You found their relationship amusing, but never commented upon it.
Maybe you couldn’t have Sirius, and maybe you were stuck in a marriage you didn’t want with in-laws you despised and you lived under the roof with people you frankly wished you didn’t care about, but at least you could try and make your life as good as it could be.
Soon, you’d be back to school. Soon, you’d have to face Sirius and Remus and tell them of your new marriage. Soon, people will know you as Regulus Black’s soon-to-be wife, and soon, you’d end up in a similar position as your sister. Not that you knew that part, though.
summary:requested by anon — prompt #15 (there is something in his eyes that was not there before.) from this list. your mother always told you that eyes were the window to the soul.
a/n: thank you for the request!! i hope you enjoy :) sorry this is so short!
When you were younger, your mother told you that the window to the soul is someone’s eyes. You could tell a lot about a person just through their eyes. You haven’t always been accurate with it, but along the lines, you’ve became amazing at reading people.
You’ve heard stories about James Potter and his friends ever since you’ve gotten into Hogwarts, but you didn’t become friends with him until fifth year. It was midnight and you were hungry, and you walked smack-bang into him.
“What are you made of, steel?” Was the first thing you said, and you quickly covered your mouth, shocked at what had slipped out.
James chuckled, but you could see that there was something in his eyes that was not there before. You knew that things between his friends have been tense recently as rumors that Sirius had played an awful prank spun through the rumor mill. You’ve seen James Potter from afar before. He was bright and joyful. Even if you agreed with Lily that he was a bit of a bully and egotistical, you could view in his eyes that he was a good person.
“Steel hard abs, maybe,” he quipped back, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Be careful, Filch was just leaving the kitchens before this. He wasn’t walking this way, but you can’t ever be too careful.”
“Filch was there and you didn’t get caught?” You raised an eyebrow, but you weren’t really surprised. The Marauders got away with a lot of stuff, and it was a mystery to most the school how they did it. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m going to the kitchens to make hot chocolate and get some cookies, I’ll make some hot chocolate for you if you come along.”
“Bribing me with hot chocolate to be in my presence already?” James joked, and you nudged him. Nonetheless, he followed you the way he came from.
“Anyway,” you started, “Are you feeling okay? I think I’m overstepping by saying this, but you’ve looked bloody miserable for a while. I don’t know what happened with Black, but…” You trailed off.
James looked hesitant to share anything, but there was something about your presence that seemed comforting. Maybe it was the way that you genuinely seemed to care by offering hot chocolate and asking without seeming like you had another motive, or maybe it was because you were there right now and you seemed like the type of person he’d be friends with, but something about you just made him want to spill.
“Not really. The rumor mill is somewhat right. Sirius did a terrible thing that spilled someone’s really important secret, and he did it in the worst way possible without thinking about the consequences. That’s all I can say without revealing anything that I’m not supposed to reveal,” James confessed, and you nodded.
Tickling the pear, you greeted the house elves and started prepping the stuff needed to make hot chocolate. “Well, I don’t know the situation so I can’t necessarily offer my advice, but… you all look downright miserable without each other. It’s weird not seeing you guys accompanying each other in a group. Whatever happened did happen, but from what I know about Black, I think he’s beating himself up enough over it. I think he’s rather lonely without you guys, and I know you two have a brotherly bond. Even if he did a terrible thing, if he genuinely feels bad about it and sees where he went wrong and is willing to fix that, then maybe it’s time for some baby steps.”
“I think I want to start fixing this, but I don’t really know how to. For one thing, he broke our trust, and we’d let a lot of things slide, you know? But this… this is beyond that,” James sighed, taking hold of the cup of hot chocolate you slid over to him, “We really need to talk about it as a group, but Sirius and the other person keep avoiding each other.”
You already knew the other person was Remus, especially since Peter looked lost even as he followed James loyally. From this, you knew that it wasn’t James’ secret either.
“I’m sorry, Potter. I wish I could offer you more advice, but there’s nothing I can really say. But thank you for confiding in me, I swear I won’t share anything you’ve told me.” You pat his arm before picking up the food you wanted up.
“Thank you, (Y/L/N). You were fine, you said exactly what I needed to hear. It’s nice to have an outsider’s point of view.”
You wish you were surprised at how sensible and loyal James was, but you weren’t. Your mother was right — eyes are the window to the soul. A bit of light returned to their eyes, and you were happy that you were able to do that for him.
“Come sit with me at breakfast tomorrow, yeah? I have some Honeydukes left over that you can have.”
pairing: lily evans x reader ; sirius black x reader
warnings: angst. lots and lots of angst.
word count: about 4k, my longest story yet!
summary:requested by anon — prompt #91 (in the background, the music plays, a sad tune, full of wistful piano and haunting violin. there is nobody left to hear it.) from this list. you loved a lot of people, but you loved lily evans like you did no other.
a/n: thank you for the request! i hope you like this, i hate writing things with no happy endings but i couldn’t resist. there’s not going to be a part two for this, sorry! there is a part with sirius x reader in this, although it’s not the main ship. you’ll understand as you read on :) sorry that the ending is a bit rushed :(
In your first year of Hogwarts, you remember everything about your first day vividly. Your parents sent you off with a sad farewell, and you promised to write to them often. They shed a few tears, and you almost missed the train by how long your hugs with them were. They peppered your face in kisses, your mother holding onto your father’s chest as you waved goodbye to them the final time. You knew it was extreme, but you were 11, and you were going to Hogwarts.
You’ve been waiting for this day your entire life.
Your parents were the sweetest people you knew. Your birth parents had fallen ill with the Dragon Pox when you were five, and you were constantly around caretakers until they had passed. You didn’t remember them to the extent you would’ve liked. You were put up for adoption, and your parents — who were also wizards — welcomed you into the family without ever looking back.
You were exposed to tragedy early in your life, but that never stopped you.
You ended up sharing a train car with two other girls your age, although the three of you didn’t end up becoming very good friends. Excitement and jitters filled your conversations, although you were all sorted into different houses.
Upon arriving at Hogwarts, you were in awe. You’d heard stories about the beauty of Hogwarts, with their floating candles to the castle-like interior. You’d ever tried reading Hogwarts: A History, although you got bored quickly and opted to play quidditch in your backyard instead.
When your name was finally called, you took a seat and the Sorting Hat was placed upon your head. You beamed, although your leg shook with how nervous you were. Both your birth parents were Gryffindors, although your adoptive parents were Hufflepuffs. You didn’t mind getting sorted in either house.
‘Oh, a (Y/L/N)?’ The Sorting Hat hummed, and you nodded. Although you were adopted, your last name never changed. You appreciated that your parents never did so, because even though you didn’t consider your birth parents mom and dad, at least you had a piece of them with you. ‘Your parents were the greatest Gryffindors I’ve seen, although you have a heart of pure gold. The way your heart swells when you think of your parents show me your Hufflepuff heart. You’d do well in either of those houses.’
You beamed, nerves quickly washing away. You had grown up with Hufflepuff ideals, so you weren’t surprised that you were considered for Hufflepuff. ‘But… I think you’d do better as a Gryffindor. You have great things ahead of you, (Y/N). So…’
Your eyebrows furrowed at what the Sorting Hat meant by “great things”, but before you could ask — think? — the Sorting Hat yelled, “Gryffindor!”
Moving off the seat, you walked towards the Gryffindor table, sitting in the closest empty seat you could find. As more people got sorted, you turned to the girl next to you, a red-head with stunning green eyes, and introduced yourself.
“Hi! I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” You smiled, not knowing what was in store for you for the next ten years.
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1972.
By the time second year rolled around, you had befriended the infamous Marauders. You weren’t necessarily as close to them as you were to Lily, but you found them funny. Except when James was asking out Lily — you always found yourself in a sour mood, although you had no clue why. You had came to the conclusion that you were just possessive of her friendship, since you had never been to close to someone else who wasn’t your parents to this extent.
You listened to Lily complain about the Marauders a fair extent. Remus was occasionally included in the complaints as well, although he usually got away with more things than the others did. You hung around Snape as well, although he never seemed too keen to talk to you. He seemed to tolerate you best when you were with Lily as well, although you always joked that being around Lily seemed to bring out your best qualities.
“What does Evans see in Snivellus?” James moaned again, putting his head down onto his textbook before peeking up at you.
“They’ve been friends since before Hogwarts, you know. You can’t separate them that easily, it’d be like if Lily constantly told you that you shouldn’t be friends with Sirius because he’s a Black.” You shrugged.
You and James had this conversation quite a few times. Lily didn’t necessarily approve of your friendship with him, but it didn’t stop you. Especially when you knew that James was a softie behind his egotistic exterior. You tried telling Lily this, although James always seemed to embarrass himself with Lily was around.
“But the point is that Sirius isn’t like his family. Snape fits in with those Slytherins, stupid pureblooded maniacs.”
“Snape isn’t even a pureblood,” you commented, “plus, not all Slytherins are bad. This is why Lily doesn’t want to be friends with you, much less your girlfriend.” You ruffled James’ hair, feeling a bit sick at the thought of Lily being James’ girlfriend.
You didn’t even believe in cooties anymore, and romance was cute. You had no idea why the idea of James and Lily made you feel so… sad. Shaking the thought off, you stood up.
“I should get going, I told Lily that I’ll join her and Snape to study potions. I’ll catch you later, James.” You smiled at him, taking your books and swiftly leaving.
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1973.
By the time you were in your third year of Hogwarts, the mood shifted. No one was oblivious to this, but some people pretended they weren’t aware. Life became more intense, more stressful — there was a war building outside of the school, and fights broke out more often.
You made sure to accompany Lily everywhere.
You knew that Lily knew what you were doing, and you knew that she was a little annoyed by it. After all, she was independent and a brilliant witch, and more than capable of taking care of herself. But you were scared anyway. Scared for yourself and scared for her and anyone who wasn’t pureblooded.
But you tried carrying on with life as normally as possible, despite the fact that you subscribed to The Daily Prophet and read it every morning as opposed to just hearing news from your parents. You even wrote to them more than normal, and they sent you care packages about once a month. You didn’t need it, but you appreciated stuff from home. It made you feel safer, and you always made sure to share anything you got with Lily. You even tried out for the Quidditch team, having missed out last year. You ended up being their seeker, and you took pride in how happy everyone was in you. Especially how happy Lily was. You knew she was fascinated with Quidditch, despite being terrible at flying.
You grew even closer to James after you got on the Quidditch team, but a part of you always felt sad when you were around him. You still had no clue why, and it only intensified whenever Lily was brought up or associated, and you tried steering clear from the topic as much as possible without seeming suspicious.
There was a part of you that was confused, though. James and Sirius started hanging out at the library, and you didn’t know why. There were no pranks that happened, but they could be seen reading and researching something throughout the year. Peter joined them, although it was normal to see him in the library as well. Sometimes Remus was around, but mostly he was working on his own schoolwork. Whenever he was with the Marauders while they were off researching, he always seemed a bit nervous and exasperated at the same time.
You wondered, but you knew you wouldn’t get an answer.
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1974.
“Don’t you find it odd that James, Sirius, and Peter always look so tired the day after Remus is out sick or his mother is sick? It’s like when he’s away, they go wild.” You brought up to Lily one day.
Lily shrugged, “They’re always a bit weird, though? They keep so many secrets… I would’ve expected them to be blabbermouths, but they never share any of their secrets. Haven’t you noticed that whenever someone is in trouble they end up at the scene?”
“It is odd… I don’t think I’d ever be able to understand boys,” you joked. Lily rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face.
The two of you sat in silence at the Great Hall, watching James, Sirius, and Peter’s sluggish movements. A bit later, Remus came to join them, looking just as tired as they did. You exchanged a look with Lily.
Once again, you found yourself hopefully lost in Lily’s eyes. They’re always so vibrant, and you hated when they dulled just the tiniest bit whenever something happened with her sister. You wished you could take all her pain away, to always be there to pick her up no matter what happens. It pained you to be in a state where you couldn’t do anything to help.
“Earth to (Y/N)?” Lily snapped her fingers in front of your face, causing you to blink. “You’re staring again. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, a familiar flush creeping up on your face. You had the littlest of ideas why you kept on staring at her, but you didn’t want to feel this. Not towards Lily, at least. Not towards your best friend, who you could easily lose by admitting these feelings.
Fourth year was the year you started getting suspicious of the Marauders, realized your tiny crush on Lily Evans, and came out to your parents through a letter.
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1975.
Fifth year was the year you became best friends with Sirius Black.
You had no idea why Sirius had started avoiding the Marauders, nor why they were so aggressive towards him. The entire group was tense, and from what you’ve been told, you knew that Sirius did a terrible prank that was unforgivable. You knew that James was upset that you were hanging out with Sirius, but you had came to the realization that Sirius was rather… lonely, at least without the Marauders around.
There were always rumors circulating at Hogwarts, but as you talked to Sirius, you realized that it wasn’t as true as it seemed.
The two of you were currently out after curfew, hanging out in the astronomy tower. You were smoking a cigarette that he’d passed you, and you just stared up at the ceiling.
“You’re in love with Evans, aren’t you?” Sirius interrupted your silence.
You turned to face him, your eyebrows furrowing. You could feel a sick feeling starting to build in your stomach. No one knew this, even though you had came out to your parents as attracted to both boys and girls.
“Why do you say that?” You hesitantly asked.
“You’re always staring at her. You always perk up when she’s mentioned, not to mention you always get moody every time James talks about liking her. You glare at any people who try and ask her out on dates. Only an idiot wouldn’t know.” Sirius turned to face you.
“Merlin, is it that obvious?” You groaned, “Yeah, I figured out that I liked her last year. But I don’t even know if she likes girls like that. Not many people are accepting, you know? I don’t even know if you are.”
“It’d be ironic if I didn’t accept it. I’m in love with Remus.”
“You are?” You blinked, jaw dropping a bit. You didn’t know if anyone else in Hogwarts was like you, but here Sirius was. “Do you just like guys or…?”
“I don’t know yet. I think both, kissing girls is nice, but with Remus…”
“With him, it’s different.” You finished his sentence.
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1976.
In sixth year, you hung around Lily a lot more. She was still struggling after what Snape had said to her, and you once again wished that you could take away her pain. She was suffering, and you didn’t know what to do to help her.
You had asked James for a passageway out to Hogsmeade, and you snuck her out despite her poor protests. The two of you drank butterbeer while you let her cry (for the final time, she swore) on your shoulder. Eventually, her tears faded out and all there was was anger. Anger for not realizing just how much Snape had changed, anger for being so dumb, and anger that Snape was becoming just the type of person who wanted her dead.
Sixth year was also the year where James and Lily started becoming friends. It didn’t happen immediately, and they still argued. Their differences continued being highlighted, but as James helped Lily loosen up, Lily was able to reign James in a considerable amount. At this point, you knew that it was inevitable that they were going to date. You felt jealous, but you still suffered in silence. Instead, you started spending more time with Sirius.
It was nice to see everyone in semi-good spirits, though. Especially when the air at Hogwarts started becoming increasingly tense. The Marauders had made up, and although Snape tried to grovel at Lily’s feet and beg for her friendship, things were as good as they could be.
Life went on.
Before the end of sixth year, Sirius pulled you aside.
“I have a question to ask you,” Sirius started. You raised an eyebrow, telling him to go on. “We’re both in love with people who… to put it frankly, won’t love us back. Do you want to go on a date? We deserve better than to pine for people who won’t feel the same.”
You were shocked at the question. You didn’t know what to say, because you’ve always been turning down dates. But you knew that Sirius had a point. “I… Yeah, let’s do it. Next Hogsmeade weekend?” You asked.
And so, you and Sirius started dating. Congratulations started pouring from everyone you knew, and you were sad to see Lily be so utterly happy for the two of you.
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1977.
Your seventh year at Hogwarts was a weird combination of things. For one thing, you didn’t really expect James to become head boy, but you weren’t surprised that before the new year started that he and Lily started going out.
Your heart still hurt every time you saw the two of them together. They were happy in their own world, light pecks all the time, and you missed Lily a lot more now that she didn’t even sleep in the girls dormitory. You cursed whoever made the heads their own quarters instead of them sleeping with the rest of the year.
You were still dating Sirius too, despite the fact that both of you were still pining over people who wouldn’t love you back. You guys were as happy as you could be, given your position. Whenever the other felt too sad, there would be ice cream and cuddles. You guys kissed, but you knew that there was a low chance that it’d ever get further than that. Both of you knew that this relationship was just a distraction from your true feelings.
At the first quidditch match of the year, right after you had caught the snitch, someone had cursed your broom and you fell right out of the sky. You were in the hospital wing for three days, with a terrible concussion and too many of your bones broken, but you lived. You never found out who cursed your broom, but everyone was on their toes for the next few days. You knew that Sirius and James blamed the Slytherins, and a part of you agreed. After all, there were some Slytherins who made it obvious that they supported Voldemort.
This was also the year where you and Lily were filled in on Remus’ condition. Lily confessed that she already knew that Remus was a werewolf, although never knew why the other boys were always so tired. After reassuring Remus that neither of you were going to stop being friends with him, you begged Sirius to turn into his dog form for cuddles.
Things were as good as they could be.
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1978.
You broke up with Sirius before the school year ended. The two of you knew it was coming, and it was always a question of who would ask first. The Marauders seemed upset with you at first for “breaking Sirius’ heart”, although Sirius constantly reprimanded them for it. You were still good friends, and you both were more physical with each other than regular friends, but it was nice.
The day you graduated, you cried. A lot of people did, so you weren’t alone, but you knew that this would be the last time you’d be in Hogwarts as a student. You probably would go see Dumbledore a few times in Hogwarts, especially after being recruited for the Order of the Phoenix like your other friends were.
That summer, in the mail, you received invitations to Lily and James’ wedding. You already knew that they were getting married, but this just solidified the fact. Sirius came over that day, and you cried, not that you’d ever admit that to anyone else other than him.
You attended the wedding with Sirius as your +1, although he was invited too. You knew all of your friends were a bit confused about where you and Sirius stood, but you never really gave them an explanation.
Before the end of the year, Remus was sent out to talk to other werewolves to try and recruit them for the war. This time, you went over to Sirius’ place to try and relieve some of the anxiety he felt. You were anxious too — even though you weren’t as close to Remus as you were to Sirius, you knew it was a risk. Everything all your friends did was a risk, and you were constantly worried for them.
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1979.
Your arm burnt with the Dark Mark.
You were sent to infiltrate the Death Eaters by Dumbledore. The only person who knew of your mission was Sirius, and you feared the day that you’d end up having to fight against your friends as a supposed Death Eater.
You weren’t a hateful person, but every time you insulted muggleborns or said anything even related to pureblood supremacy, you wanted nothing but to hate Dumbledore. You were resilient, and a good witch, and your acting skills were top notch after hiding your feelings for Lily for so long.
Your life was constantly at risk, and you wrote letters to all of your friends explaining everything in case you died. You were building up rank in the group, and eventually, you would be one of Voldemort’s most trusted members. You filled him with lies about who was fighting against him, never actually giving up anyone who was in the Order. You had learnt occlumency so you weren’t as vulnerable.
You barely saw any of your friends that year. You had moved houses when you were assigned to the job. Sirius informed you that he suspected that there was a spy in the Order, and you told him you’d keep an eye out in case there was someone in the Death Eater meetings that you recognized.
“I think… it may be Remus.” He admitted sadly that same day.
“Remus? Our Remus? He’s loyal beyond everything.” You protested. “We already know what mission he’s doing, and I would suspect Remus the least out of almost everyone.”
“But isn’t that the point? He’s been alone his whole life, hating himself for being a werewolf. Suddenly, he’s with other werewolves, and he feels like he belongs. We never see him, and all Dumbledore and Moody say is that they’ve been in touch.” Sirius shoved his face in his hands, sighing. “This war is a bloody mess.”
You shook your head, “I don’t think Remus is the type to submit to his urges so easily. You’ve met the man, Sirius.” You leaned your head against Sirius’ shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in two months, Sirius. Between Remus and I, I’d be more suspicious. I bet some of the other members already are. All they know is that I’m on an important mission and I can’t see anyone. Suspecting each other will just bring our downfall.”
Sirius grew quiet. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Some people do suspect you, but to be fair, you haven’t been to an official Order meeting in months. I haven’t even seen you for the longest time. Only Moody, Dumbledore, and I know what you’re doing. I wish I could tell them so that they don’t think that way anymore, but I can’t.”
“I hate this so much. Merlin, I need a drink.”
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1980.
Between pretending to be a Death Eater, working for the Order and gathering intel, and then finding out about the prophecy and how Lily and James were expecting a child, you were running yourself thin. You were utterly exhausted at this point, and all you wanted was a break. Somewhere where this war didn’t exist.
You still hated yourself for loving Lily to this extent. Hated that you still couldn’t let her go, and hated that she probably thought you were leaking information to the Death Eaters.
A part of you wished that you told Lily of your feelings for her while you were still in Hogwarts. Before everything in the world became reality for all of you. You felt stupid for thinking this way, but you ultimately wished things were just different.
War really was draining.
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October 31st, 1981.
The morning of October 31st, 1981, you were called to a Death Eater meeting. There, Voldemort and a few of his trusted members were waiting for your arrival. There, you saw a man you hadn’t seen in almost a year.
Peter Pettigrew.
Did you two get sent on the same mission by the Order? You masked your expression of confusion, looking at him and the fear evident in his face. You wondered why they would send Peter, of all people. You adored Peter, he was like a little brother to you, although you knew how easily he scared when he was on his own.
“Good morning,” Voldemort started speaking, “For the past year, (Y/L/N) has been telling us insider information about the people fighting against us.” You forced a smile on your face, ignoring Peter’s heavy stare. All the information was fake and staged, although Peter couldn’t possibly know that unless he was informed you were on this mission and you weren’t.
“But, a week ago, Pettigrew was able to tell us the location of the Potters.” Your eyes widened just a tiny bit, “They had tried using a Fidelius charm so that only a trusted person would know where they were, and I’ve been planning on taking down their child in this time. As you all know, the boy who was born in July is the one who is supposedly going to destroy me. I cannot allow that to happen, and Pettigrew supplied me with the information I need while the baby is at its most vulnerable.”
You willed yourself not to react until the meeting was over. The moment you were allowed to go, you left as quickly as possible, avoiding Peter. Casting a patronus charm, you sent out a message to Lily.
“Lily, I was on a mission to infiltrate the Death Eaters and Pet…”
Before you could finish your sentence, you were out.
That night, in Godric’s Hollow, a motorcycle revs as it leaves the vicinity. In the background, the music plays, a sad tune, full of wistful piano and haunting violin. There is nobody left to hear it.
summary:requested by anon — prompt #3 (thanks. for what? for caring about me, i think.) from this list. james finally breaks down over being rejected by lily evans and seeks you for comfort.
a/n: i haven’t written anything in so long, so i hope this is good! i swear i’ll get back around to posting at a semi-constant level, but irl stuff has literally drained all my motivation to exist. anyhow, i hope you enjoy this! :)
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Loving James Potter was a disease.
You knew this from the day you realized your feelings for him went beyond a crush, yet you still couldn’t stop your heart from beating erratically when you thought about him. It was a terrible, no good disease that occupied every second of your life. Even in your dreams, you were thinking about him.
James, James, James.
Your mind constantly replayed every shared touch, every lingering stare, and every flirtatious banter you’d experienced with him like it was a mantra. It was a painful sickness that occupied every cell in your body, making you feel warm in places you shouldn’t be when you’re thinking about your best friend and everything he did made you worship him just a little more.
And loving him was an incurable disease that settled into your heart and promptly broke it when he met Lily Evans.
You couldn’t help the pounding of your heart when you thought about him, no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that he’s in love with another and that he’d never have a place in his Lily loving heart for you. And of course, it wasn’t as if he didn’t care, because he really did. James cared in a way that you treasured. He cared with gentle hugs, by remembering your favorite snack and getting them for you, and by never hesitating to come over to your house when you were sad and bringing you your favorite movies and carrying another big hoodie for you to eventually steal.
He cared so much, that it hurt. It hurt you to be impossibly in love with him, to have him be the only possible cure for this disease, and to watch him pine over a girl so amazing, so perfect — a girl who wasn’t you. And it wasn’t that you haven’t tried getting over your feelings. You’d been on countless dates and buried into your search history was, “how to get over your feelings for someone” and “how to fall out of love with your best friend”.
And now, you were seeing him in a way that you’d never had before.
It was a bit pitiful, honestly. James was curled up into a ball, his head in your lap. Your back was against his bed frame, and your hands were running through his untamable hair. Occasionally, he’d hiccup, the exhaustion of sobbing for so long finally catching up to him. And you wished you could do more for him, the way that he did so much for you.
“James, honey, do you want to talk about it?” You asked softly, peering down at him.
“I dunno…” James hiccupped again, “Have I not been trying hard enough, (N/N)?”
You continued to run your hands through his hair, “Of course you’ve been trying hard enough, darling. You charmed flowers into making them sing for Lily, James. That’s impressive magic, and you did even more than that. Afterward, you went up to her and…”
“And embarrassed Merlin’s pants off of myself. I asked her out, gave her an expensive locket, and she told me straight-up that even though we’re friends now, she didn’t see me in the same way. I thought I was making progress, but she told me she wasn’t interested. At all. And she wouldn’t be. What about me isn’t good enough for her?”
You sighed, “James… There’s nothing wrong with you. And I can tell you that over and over. You’ve grown so much since first year. And I can’t say that you weren’t an asshole at some point, because you were,” You chuckled, and as you looked down at him, you noticed the slightest of smiles on his face, “But you’ve grown. You’re head boy, for Merlin’s sake. You’re intelligent, kind, and you have such a strong sense of morals. You stand up for what’s right, and you’re more determined than anyone I know. And an excellent quidditch player.”
And he was everything to you. You wanted to tell him just how much he meant to you. You wanted to tell him about how you could see the world in his eyes. His beautiful, hazel eyes, that were so genuine. You wanted to tell him how you could drown in them. You wanted to tell him how you thought he was stunning, thought his personality was so attractive. That you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. Loving him, caring for him, even pranking with him.
James whimpered a tiny bit, and you sighed softly. “Do you want me to make you some soup? You can come down to the kitchen with me while I prepare it.”
James took a minute to consider until he finally nodded. You smiled, waiting for him to get up so you could get up yourself. It was a good thing you were seen around James almost constantly, or otherwise, people might’ve found it weird that you were coming out of the boys’ dorm room. Grabbing onto his hand, you led him towards the kitchens, nodding at people you recognized.
“Prongs, (Y/L/N)!” A distant voice yelled, and the two of you stopped. Sirius took that moment to throw his arms around your shoulders, cheerfully asking, “Where are you guys going? No invite for old Padfoot?”
“To the kitchens,” you said as James said, “nowhere”. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t look at you.
“Aw, am I interrupting your alone time?” Sirius joked, and you shook your head no at him. ‘Not the time,’ you mouthed.
“Shove off, Padfoot. C’mon, (Y/N), let’s go.”
You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment as you watch James walk off, and taking a moment, you quickly whispered to Sirius. “Lily happened. He’ll be okay, I’m making him soup.” You pat Sirius’ arm and scampered to follow James.
Half of you wished that James was annoyed because he wanted to spend time with you alone. You felt selfish for thinking like this, especially when he was feeling upset, but you couldn’t shut down those thoughts. You knew that James hated being so vulnerable around others, especially since he was generally an upbeat person.
“You alright?” You asked after a minute of walking beside him.
“Yeah…” James sighed, turning around to face you, “I just don’t want to talk to anyone right now. Anyone who isn’t you, at least. You’re the only one I feel okay with being vulnerable with.”
You could feel your heart racing faster as you stared into his eyes. He was being completely honest, and once again, you were reminded of just how much you utterly adored James. Everything about him was so genuine.
“And… thanks.” James said suddenly, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.
“For what?” You raised an eyebrow, silently noting how close you and James were standing.
“For caring about me, I think. You’re… so amazing. No one can match up to you.” James took a step closer, and you could hear your heart pounding. “Thank you for being here. I know I’m mopey when it comes to Lily, and I know that I’m overwhelming to deal with sometimes. But you’ve always been here. Thank you for being my constant.”
Your eyes softened as you took a small step forward. You told yourself that he was just being platonic — he needs someone to comfort him, not to kiss. Not when it was so soon after Lily, and even if he did realize he liked you romantically, you couldn’t. It was early and entirely possible that he just viewed you as a rebound and when the relationship ends, it’d be awkward.
“I’ll always be here for you, James. You know that.”
James nodded, opening his mouth to speak again, “(Y/N)… I think I’ve realized som…”
You shook your head at him. “Don’t say it, James. I think I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to be a rebound. I’ve been in love with you for ages, and I refuse to be the girl who you date after you got your heartbroken because I was here. When you’re over Lily, we can talk about it again, if you still feel the same. But for now, put your mind off romance. Let’s just be James and (Y/N).”
You could see a flicker of sadness going through his eyes, but he nodded, reaching out for your hand. “Are you at least still making me soup?”
It had been days without any of your Doms touching you and James was seconds away from breaking the rules. You, of course, being the responsible one told him to calm down, trying to distract him whenever he raged about the punishment. You went as far as cuffing him to yourself at night to make sure that he wouldn‘t masturbate, because Remus would find out.
Sirius and Remus were rubbing it in your face, making out in front of you any chance they had, making you watch when they sucked each other off. James and you had been begging on your knees to at least touch them, but even that request was denied immediately.
„We need Sirius on our side“ James mused. „He‘s a switch, he knows how we feel. No chance in swaying Moony.“
That was true, Remus was the epitome of Dom, ruthless when it came to punishments. He would go out of his way to make the both of you suffer. Sadistic ass.
„I figured as much“ you said, absentmindedly playing with your necklace „but how?“
James smirked at you and bit his lip. „They never said that we couldn‘t touch each other. They only said not to cum.“
You perked up at that in momentary disbelief that James had found a loophole. Remus never made a mistake like that, he knew too damn well that James, being a marauder, would try to wiggle his way out of a punishment without breaking the rules. Unbelievable, you had found a way!
„So you‘re saying-“
„That we should catch Pads alone and make him wanna join us. He‘s our Dom too you know, he gets to bend the rules.“
You squealed at the idea and threw yourself at your fellow sub, both of you laughing with relief. You pressed kisses all over his face, smashing your lips on his.
„I fucking love you Potter.“
James hugged you back in excitement and gave you an arrogant grin. „You better, baby.“
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Everything was set. Remus had a study date today, which meant that he‘d be gone the entire afternoon. James somehow managed to bribe Peter out of the dorm as well. Honestly you were too scared to ask how, so you just accepted it and Sirius should be back any second from his last class of the day.
You had chosen Sirius‘ favorite underwear set, simply black, but very revealing and lacey. James had dimmed the natural light in the room, putting up candles that made you both glow, shadows flickering gently against the walls.
Sirius might be dominant towards you both, but he really was easier to sway then Remus. He had told you often times that seeing you and James together is, in his words, unbelievably hot and makes me want to fuck you both so bad.
And by the looks of it he wasn‘t the only one who lost his composure around you. You let your eyes wander over James‘ naked body appreciatively, watching the way his muscles rippled under the smooth tan skin. He caught you staring and held his hand out, waving you over to him. Now it was his turn to admire your curves, hands twitching as if he was fighting himself to not ravish you on the floor, fuck the rules. Sometimes you wondered how he could be a sub.
„Come here“ James muttered lowly, pulling you to straddle his lap. „You look amazing. Your body is amazing.“
You kissed him back equally as deep, trying to pull away, but his lips kept pulling you back, much like a magnet.
„We should wait“ you moaned between kisses, changing your mind when his hands stroked down your body do grab your ass.
„I can‘t“ James groaned, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in. „I can‘t stay away from you any longer. I might go insane.“
He sucked at your skin as he talked breathlessly, your hips grinding against his cock on their own. Fuck, it‘s been so long. The way your were holding each other, not a single part of your skin untouched, made it pretty clear how desperate you were.
„My, my..“
Your turned around surprised that you hadn‘t heared Sirius come in. James looked up over your shoulder, hands digging into your skin to keep you seated.
„Sirius“ James grinned, „welcome.“
Sirius caught his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning against the door with one shoulder, head cocked to the side. The sight made him ache for his beautiful partners, he wanted to get lost in their touch. This has been hard on him as well, even if he had Remus to please him. But this was a four way relationship for a reason, which meant that he just needs the three of you equally. Sirius simply had too much love and desire in him to be chained to one partner in this lifetime.
He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to James‘ bed. His pace was slow, a predatory glint in his grey eyes.
„You knew that I‘d be back by now…“ he stated, voice hoarse. His hands came up to stroke through your hair gently making you lean into his touch. God, it‘s been so long that even this felt like a rush of electricity.
Sirius’ dazed expression darkened as he observed the look of bliss on both of your faces. His hands tightened and he tugged hard, exposing your throats to him.
„What the fuck is this then?“ He asked sweetly, his eyes blazing with desire and rage. „Thought you could secretly get off?“
He tugged harshly when he saw James smirk and the boy cursed, eyes tearing slightly. „No. You said that we weren‘t allowed to cum, you never said that there should be no touching..“
There was a fleeting look of realization on his face, before he snarled angrily and let go of your hair to grasp at the side of James‘ face.
„God, James you have no idea just how much I want to make you bleed right now. Why can‘t you be good?“
His tone was full of rage, voice trembling a little and you dug your nails into James‘ shoulder to warn him from responding anything that would make your Dom lose his temper. But this was James, of fucking course he would.
„But Sirius“ he grinned, eyes focused on Sirius‘ mouth, „I amgood.“
Sirius huffed, not able to deny the thruth.
„If any of you cum“ he growls out menacingly „I won‘t stop punishing until I break your skin. Understood?“ His hand yanked at James‘ hair again, the other squeezing around your neck.
„Yes, Sir.“ you gasped out when you noticed that James was too busy moaning at the pain. Fucking masochist.
Sirius gave you one last glare before he let go, seating himself on the opposite bed to watch. He waved his hands impatiently with an unbothered expression on his face, but secretly bursting with excitement to watch his subs play.
„What are you waiting for? Play.“ He lit himself a cigarette, leaning back against the headboard with his legs splayed wide open.
You didn’t have time to process the words before James flipped you over on your back, lips instantly on yours. He was uncoordinated, so desperate that his hands couldn’t stop shaking with lust as they trembled on your body. He was kissing you so deeply, as if he tried to consume your soul through your mouth, whining when his cock bumped into your inner thighs with every grind of your hips.
„Fuck baby, careful“ James whimpered, sinking his teeth into your jaw. „Or I‘ll cum before we start.“
God, James was so needy it made you melt. His callous hands were all over your legs, stopping to play with the hem of your underwear. He pulled back a centimeter only, grinning at you.
„Ready to start?“ You smiled back and nodded, watching him get back up on his knees and help you down the bed.
Your hands played with the edges of your bra, pulling at your garter belts. You made your way over to your stunned Dom, swaying your hips with every step to flaunt your body.
Sirius had long forgotten about the burning cigarette in his hand, head tilting up as you knelt before him on the bed between his open legs. You said nothing as you took his wrist and guided the cigarette to your lips, staring down at him. His lips parted as he watched your lips wrap around the drug, hollowing your cheeks obscenely. Fuck, Sirius felt like dying.
He cleared his throat and licked his lips. „You should share baby“ he rasped, Adams apple bobbing as he gulped.
You smirked and leaned in, pressing your lips to his and he opened his mouth, breathing in the smoke. The contact made him jerk out of his haze and he threw the cigarette to the side, kissing you hard. His lips were all over your face, returning to your mouth every few seconds.
„Fuck, I‘ve missed your taste“ he moaned, licking your lips. He let you pull away reluctantly, head banging against the headboard as he tried to control himself.
„James“ you called, eyes still on Sirius‘, „Join me..“
You heard his heavy footsteps approach the bed and Sirius’ eyes flickered behind you, biting his lip when he saw that James was completely naked. James wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm chest. Your head fell back in satisfaction, goosebumps forming on your skin when James’ hands trailed down your breasts to your lower stomach.
„So soft“ James whispered, kissing the side of your neck, „Smell so good..“
Sirius‘ breathing got harder when you moaned and he glared at James, daring him to tease him further.
„Take off her lingerie“ Sirius commanded, not able to suppress the slight needy tone in his voice.
„Yes, Sir“ James chuckled, sitting back on his ass to pull you between his legs. You bend your legs and let James pull your panties off, the underwear sticking on your wet cunt. Sirius breathing got even harder, hands flexing and his eyes focused on your pussy when you spread it with your fingers.
„James“ you whined, lips twitching into a smile when Sirius‘ eyes narrowed, „Please, touch me. Want it so bad..“
James hands replaced your hands, middle finger rubbing your clit and you jerked, leaning further into his chest.
„Yes, so good“ you moan, staring into Sirius‘ dilated pupils.
James pushed a finger inside, taking off your bra to play with your nipples. He rested his chin on your head, the both of you holding eye contact with your Dom. Sirius was so overwhelmed with what he saw that his eyes flickered between yours every second, not knowing who he wanted to settle on.
„May I fuck her, Sirius?“ James asked sweetly.
Sirius glared at him sharply, raising a brow. His voice was strict when he responded, not a trace of weakness in it although his hand trembled when he palmed his cock through his pants.
„What makes you think you deserve that?“
Well fuck. James‘ face fell, he didn‘t expect that answer. Sirius wasn‘t as easy as he thought.
„Let me deserve it then“ James begged, „Please, I‘d do anything!“
Sirius stretched his hand out, beckoning him close.
„Let me look at you, boy.“
You protested a little when James pulled his fingers out, nipping at your ear in warning. He muttered a silent, „Behave“ in your ear and crawled his way over to his Dom.
„James, baby“ Sirius stroked James‘ cheek, „I want you to suck my cock.“
James closed his eyes and let out a loud whine, hands pulling down Sirius‘ pants eagerly. Sirius’ caught his hands, thumb brushing over James’ bottom lip, smirking softly when he saw the look of submission on his usually bratty face.
„Do not breathe a single word of this to Daddy, you hear me?“
The demand was meant for you, you being the one who addressed Remus as Daddy, but James didn‘t mind referring to him in that way.
James nodded, tongue peaking out to suck the finger in his mouth, teeth nipping a little.
„Never, Sir.“
You let out a breathy, „Yes, Sir“ and crawled tonwards them as well, leaning your head against Sirius‘ inner thigh to watch closely. God, really wanted to be James right now.
Sirius crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing when James‘ wet lips wrapped around him. James began slow, eyes closing in enjoyment the moment his taste buds registered the taste of Sirius‘ precum, his muscle memory instantly activated. His pink lips stayed wrapped around the head, his tongue licking the underside of Sirius‘ hard cock.
You whined softly, leaving kisses along his inner thighs and blinked up at him. Sirius paid you no mind, turning your head towards James again to make you watch. James, that fucker, still somehow managed to look smug with Sirius‘ cock stuffing his mouth. You could feel the amusement drip off him in waves.
Not able to contain yourself you let your hands trail over your Doms leg towards his cock, feeling along the vein. Sirius hissed at the gentle caress, hands tangling in your hair to pull your face closer to his. You groaned at the pain, gripping him tighter and his eyes fell shut for a moment, before he opened them again.
„You wanna touch my cock so bad? Hm? Is that why you‘re acting like a greedy whore?“
You wrapped your hand around his balls, squeezing them in your soft palms. Leaning in you brushed your lips against his, gazing deeply into his nearly black eyes. Sirius couldn’t concentrate like this, feeling James sucking his cock and having you so close made him dizzy with desire.
„Let us take care of you“ you purred softly, feeling your hand get wet with James‘ spit as he started to suck harder, clearly done with waiting. „Don‘t deny yourself what you want…“
Nowthat seemed to pull him out of his state and he pushed you down by your shoulders, forcing James‘ head down so far that his nose was smushed against the skin of his abdomen. He pushed your head down farther and you licked at his balls, sucking them messily. Sirius was writhing now, head thrown back and his mouth wide open, moans echoing in the soft glow of the room.
„Ah fuck yes there James-“
He trusted up into James mouth, voice breaking as he moaned the boys name, nearly sobbing with pleasure. He was finally giving in, spreading his legs to give you both space.
You tangled your hand in James‘ hair and pulled him off, glaring at him.
„I want him too.“
James glared back at you, not willing to share Sirius, but you beat him to it, wrapping your lips over the tip. Sirius whined, a high pitched, needy and absolutely filthy sound. James kissed the shaft, licking, spitting, jerking him off.
Your lips met as you sucked him, kissing with the tip of his cock between your open mouths and Sirius whimpered under you, seconds away from begginghissubs, when James took him into his hot mouth and you went down on his balls. Sirius’ head tilted back, face wide with an expression of sheer ecstasy. He came loudly, shouting out your names, spilling out onto your overlapping mouths.
„Fuck yes yes yes“ Sirius was wild with the force of his orgasm, not letting you back up until ever last drop of his cum was down your throats. Suddenly he pulled you up by your necks, heaving with effort.
„Show me.“
You opened your mouths and Sirius‘ face was so full of pleasure your thought that he was about to cum again. Groaning, he pressed your lips together and watched you kiss deeply, licking his cum from each others mouths.
„I will let you fuck“ he rasped „because you truly earned it. However, you will come when I say it. Yes?“
You and James immediately leaned forward to kiss him, making him chuckle at your eagerness. No wonder why he was the favorite Dom. Sirius sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, begging the universe to never let Remus know of this. There is a reason for Sirius being a switch.
Sirius wasn‘t done with requesting and sat up against the headboard, pulling you to straddle his hips.
„You‘ll fuck her on my lap, James. I want to watch her come…“
James didn‘t really care and instead busied himself with fingering you, preparing your for his cock. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around Sirius‘ strong shoulders, doing your best not to cum on the spot. You couldn‘t stop yourself from shaking when James‘ thick fingers fucked your sweet spot with every push of his hand, your clit rubbing across Sirius‘ pubic bone.
„Already shaking, love?“ James mocked you, pushing in deeper to watch you crumble. „I haven‘t even started yet.“
Sirius raised his brow, daring him to go further. „If I recall correctly James, you were begging me mere minutes ago to suck my cock.“
James‘ eyes narrowed but he shut up, taking his anger out on you. He ripped his fingers out and instantly replaced them with his cock, making you scream at the stimulation. He didn‘t let you get used to him, not caring if you were hurting when he was feeling so fuckinggood.
Sirius kissed you, talking against your lips. „Don‘t scream, you wanted to be fucked. Here you go, baby.“
You were clawing all over Sirius‘ flesh, pushing back against James, your pleasure escaping you in sharp cries. James was feral, chasing his high, addicted to the feeling of your wet heat wrapped around his pulsing cock. His hands crushed your hips, his hand came up to push you down on Sirius‘ chest. Angling his hips he pounded in you and oh, he was hitting every spot inside of you with so much precision that you started to cry.
„Please“ you wailed „Please please let me cum!“
Sirius took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears as he stared at you, breathing hard as he watched James fuck you into pieces. He couldn‘t deny you this, not when you had that expression on your face and he caved, nodding curtly.
You came immediately, biting his wrist to keep in your screams and James‘ pace faltered. He keened and spilled himself inside of your cunt, pressing his face closer to Sirius. Sirius kissed him fiercely, wrapping his arms tightly around the both of you to keep you close to his strong chest.
„Well done, pups“ Sirius said softly, kissing your sweaty temples. „So good, so beautiful. Both of you, so special.“
James and you basked in his soft words, cuddling close, for once not arguing.
Sirius tapped your chins up, giving you a stern look, but his tone was somewhat humorous.
Remus and Sirius wake up startled, looking at James with mortified expressions, cover hastily pulled up to their faces.
“J-James we-”
“OH MY GOD”, James kept yelling, slamming the door shut, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? SHE TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THE SUPPLIES NOT HER BOYFRIEND!”
Sirius hid under the cover to keep himself from laughing and Remus noticed, grimacing to hold back his laughter as well. James is still staring at them, a disgusted look on his face.
“Why would you fuck each other. Oh my god, why would you burden me with the knowledge of cheating on your girlfriend! ME! I can’t keep dirty little secrets like this for SHIT!”
“James-”
“Nonononono, I should just obliviate myself. And bleach my eyes, just so be safe. I’ll just say I’m shi- noschitznofuck-”
“Schizophrenic?”, Remus offered.
James glared at him. “Shut up, you nasty beast. What have you done to the holy Moony? The virginalMoony?Huh?”
“Prongs-”, Sirius tried this time, but James screeched at him now.
“Youwhore!”
Remus couldn’t hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, tearing up as Sirius pulled the covers back, ready to beat James up.
“AH-”, James shrieked, “PUT YOUR DICK BACK. STAY BACK. WHY IS IT SO BIG, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Remus laughed harder, accidentally slipping out of the bed and fell on his face, bare ass facing James.
James nearly fainted, as he screamed louder, voice shrill.
“MOONY YOUR FULL MOON IS SHOWING! WHY IS EVERYONE SHOWING ME THEIR GENITALS?!”
Now Sirius was doubling over, nearly choking on his spit as both of them rolled around on the ground, limbs flailing around from laughing so hard. Sirius pulled himself back up, helping Remus as well and they tried to calm down so they could talk to their currently panicking mate.
Still giggling they put on their clothes, sitting down on the bed.
“Prongs”, Sirius said slowly, trying to hold back his grin, “listen okay? Look me and her have an open relationship, which means that we see other people outside of our relationship as well. Besides, I’m sure she had her fun time with the other girls..”,
James gaped at him. “Your’re telling me she fucked Lily? MyLily?”
“I think it was the other way around, but whatever. Yes, they probably have.”
James stared at them. A few seconds later he shook his head as if to get rid of his thoughts and calmed down.
“So you two are..”, James inquired, “boyfriends now?”
Remus smiled as he took Sirius’ hand in his own. “Yeah.”
James nodded slowly. “Oh. Okay, um I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m happy for you, really.”
Sirius let out a breath, obviously relieved with his blessing.
“Thank you, James. Really.”
“Yeah, I’ll just uhgoumto you know..”, James raked his brain for an excuse to get out of the room. His cheeks were flushed as he kept looking at his friends, stumbling over his words. Remus immediately understood, jaw nearly dropping with the revelation and he squeezed Sirius’ hand. Sirius glanced at him and Remus gestured at James pants. The fucker was turned on. Sirius smirked at Remus and gave him a look that said, ‘Let me handle this fool, Moony‘
Remus nodded, crossing his arms and leaned back to enjoy the show.
Sirius got up from his seat next to Remus and made his way over to James, a cocky smile on his face.
“Prongs..”, Sirius sang, a haughty smile on his face as he put his hands on the armrest of the chair James was sitting on. Bending down he was only a few little centimeters away from his friend and watched as James swallowed soundly, his breathing shallow. “Are you maybe interested in what we do? You know, an open realationship?”
James opened his mouth to speak, but he found himself at a loss for words. He really was interested. But what about Lily? He tought he liked girls?
Sirius saw his conflict and softend his gaze, giving his best mate a reassuring look. “I know it’s a lot to take in. We didn’t exactly let you know gently, but don’t overthink it. Just because you want to experiment, doesn’t mean that you don’t like Lily anymore. Or that you are suddenly in love with your best mates..”, James laughed at that lightly, shoulders slumping with relief, “and if you want to try, we would gladly show you how this works. The gay part of the relationship.” James was full on giggling now, cheeks flushing a rosy color and Remus joined in when he heared the last part.
“And you would be fine with that? With being with me I mean?”, James said, voice unsure, looking at Remus. Sirius already proved that he wouldn’t mind.
Remus got up as well and Sirius moved back giving him access to James. Wrapping an arm around James’ shoulders he gave him a confident look. “James, we would be honored to have you, if you’ll have us.”
James heart swelled with the confession of his friend and he gave him a shy smile.
“Alright”, he breathed, “but maybe not today. I think that was enough exitement for today.”
The other boys nodded, telling him to take his time. They would wait.
They didn’t have to for long.
—
The boys had already told you what had happend with James and you were over the moon when you heard about the newest addition to your little group. You started of with having one hot guy and now you have three? The univere must really like you.
James had been watching you three closely whenever you hung out in the dorm, trying to understand how all of this works. He blushed everytime he saw you three kiss each other and instantly looked away. It‘s endearing really, James is usually so cocky and oozes with confidence. But in moments like this? He was an absolute shy mess.
Sirius had told you that James would never initiate anything with all three of you at one. Not because he didn‘t want to, but because he was intimidated. So you decided to tempt his self control.
„James“, you drawled looking at him innocently, „I need your help. You know, as a bloke..“
James turned around on his bed and sat up, „Sure, whats up?“
You stalked closer, hips swaying a little as you bit your lip. Sitting down next to him, your bare leg brushed his lean thigh, making him take in a sharp breath. You lowered your voice, pouting as you talked.
„I need your help with Sirius“, you said, watching closely, „I feel like he doesn‘t enjoy it as much anymore when I suck his cock.“
James bit his lip, his eyes darting all over your face and he licks his lips as he stares at yours.
„Yeah?“, he breathes out, „What makes you say that darling?“
You bat your lashes, bottom lip jutting out. „I feel like Remus makes him cum better than I do, because he obviously knows how to please a guy better. He‘s a guy himself…“
„And how do you expect me do help you out love?“ James raised a brow, looking at you expectantly.
You lean in closer, smiling as your nose brushed against his gently. You take his hand and slip it between your thighs, not moving, just resting it here. „I want to make Siri cum better than Remus! Wanna be his good girl again. Please, Jamie need your help,“ you whine, lips brushing against his as you talk.
His other hand comes up, thumb resting on your bottom lip and you open your mouth, licking at his finger. Taking it out again he wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you in and you gasp, giving him a lewd smile.
„Fuck baby“, he pants against your open mouth, „you need Jamie to help you suck your boyfriends cock? Don‘t worry I‘ll make you his good girl again. I‘ll make you take him nice and deep into your slutty mouth and feed you all of his cum. You want that?“
You press your lips against his, talking against his open mouth. „Yes, yes please! Please James!“
He smirks, pressing one last hard kiss on your mouth, before he pulls away. „Good girl.“
—
„Darling“, Remus calles from across the hallway, „c‘mere for a sec.“
Excusing yourself from your friends you go over to the boys, all of them watching you approach.
„Yes?“
Remus pulls you closer by your tie, careful to keep the movement out of your friends point of view and focuses his eyes on yours. You blush, throwing a glance behind you and James tutts.
„Eyes to Moony, baby.“
Biting at the inside of your cheek you focus on Remus again, who lets go of your tie and puts his hands in his pockets. Godthe way he is standing made you want to get on your knees and suck his cock, damn your friends.
He gave you a calculating look, scanning your body with guarded eyes, when Sirius decided to speak up. He was leaning against the wall, a small mocking grin on his face.
„Prongs told us that you felt the need to ask him for help. Apparently you have difficulties with sucking my cock, puppy.“
You glared at James, the fucker betrayed you. You wanted this to be a surprise!
„James you-”
Remus cut you off, voice sharp with irritation. „Careful pup, or I won‘t hesitate to stuff your slutty mouth with my cock.“
You clamped your mouth shut, but kept glaring at James who gave you a cocky smirk.
„You can‘t tell me what to do, Remus. Last time I checked, Siriuswas the one I called Daddy on Friday, not you-“
Sirius instantly pushed away from the wall und squeezed your cheeks with his hand, your lips jutting out.
„You fucking brat! Telling James how you wanna be a good girl for me and now you‘re insulting my friends? You better fucking apologize or-“
You put your hand on his wrist, nails digging in. „Or what, Daddy? You and your little friends gonna fuck me? I’m shaking!“
You are furious with humiliation. Sirius can‘t let his friends order you around like this!
„Enough.“ It was James, smirk gone now, voice hard. „We‘re leaving. Take the whore with you, Pads.“
Sirius let go of your face, hand on your upper arm as he pulls you straight to their dorm room.
—
Sirius shoves you on the bed as they put away their stuff, taking off their jackets and shoes. Remus already charmed the door, so nobody would interrupt. You had your arms crossed, lips pouting and stared back them as they stood before you.
„Take off your clothes and get on your knees, slut.“
You smiled provocatively at Sirius, thinking about it, as if they gave you a choice.
„No, don‘t feel like it Daddy. Maybe later.“
Sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before you heard James mutter a Fuck it under his breath. He fists your hair and pulls you on the ground, right at Sirius feet, his other hand securing your hands behind your back.
„Stupid fucking slut, a day ago you begged me to help you suck his cock and now you think you have the right to say no?“
Remus was busy taking off his belt, a hard look on his face and crouched behind you to tie you up.
You trashed in their combined hold, obviously no match to their strength. Your pussy clenched over the power they had over you and you nearly gave in.
„Get the fuck off m-”
Your words got cut off by a painful slap of Sirius’ hand on your face, your head whipping to the side. You bit your lip to keep in the moan that threatened to escape.
„Look at her boys, she loves it. You like us forcing you to suck cock, huh? Bet you‘re dripping all over the floor already“, James sneered as he pressed your face against Sirius‘ clothed erection. Remus’ hand slips between your legs and presses against your cunt, before he let out a deep chuckle.
„She‘s soaked. Fuckin‘ hell, here taste her cum Prongs.“ You wanted to turn your head and watch the males behind you, but James kept your head in an iron grip, forcing your head towards Sirius’ cock.
In the meantime Sirius had taken off his clothes, lazily stroking his cock.
„Open. Show me your tongue.“
You glared at him through your lashes but opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Humming he leans down and wraps his lips around your tongue, gently sucking on it, before he spits in your mouth. Your pupils dilate and you keep your tongue out, even as the spit drips down your chin onto the floor and Sirius runs the tip of his cock against your tongue, precum coating your taste buds. James keeps your head still, both males watching from behind you.
„Look at you pup, already drooling like a filthy cockslut“, Remus laughs.
Remus gets up and moves behind Sirius, resting his head in the crook of his neck. Sirius leans back as Remus takes over, rubbing the tip of his cock against your cheeks, smearing precum over your lips and chin. The velvety soft head is hot against your skin. James is panting hard, before he tilts your head back by your hair and licks at your lips, sucking the Sirius‘ cum off.
„Fuck Pads you taste so fucking good“, James groans leaning over you to gently suckle at the tip. Sirius whimpers as James hums softly and Remus keeps jacking him off in a lazy rhythm.
„Daddy“, you whine, rubbing your head against his thigh, „please, wanna suck your cock too.“
Sirius groans, when James pulls back to finally guide your face to Sirius‘ cock and shoves your head all the way down. You choke as you try to take all of him, crying out when you can‘t breathe. Remus holds Sirius up by his hips, hands playing with his balls and his little hole, fingers massaging the muscle with lubricated fingers.
Sirius is weak with pleasure, eyes hooded as he watches James guide your face from behind you, forcing you down like a fucking toy. Remus behind him is fingering him slowly, fingers occasionally rubbing against his spot, making him whine and grind back into his boyfriend.
You splutter, tearing up as James forces you back on your boyfriends cock, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. You cry out and try to pull back James doesn‘t let go.
„What? I can‘t fucking hear you slut, speak up!“, James orders.
You whimper louder, hands straining behind your back and Sirius suddenly thrusts forward, making your tears fall. James pulls you back to spit on your face and scoffs at your crying.
„Shut the fuck up I thought you wanted to taste his cum? Can‘t even suck cock right, you pathetic whore.“
Sirius was way to absorbed in his own pleasure to mock you, but Remus watches you from behind his shoulder and smiles evilly.
„What is it pup?“, he coos softly, „you don‘t wanna make Daddy cum?“
You shake your head furiously. „Nononowanna make Daddy cum, please Remmy. Daddy, I want your cum, I‘m sorry!“
You were babbling nonsense, trying to get his cock in your mouth again, but James pulled you back by your hair, making you cry out.
„Daddy, please! Want your cock, please“, you were nearly hysterical with being denied his cum and Sirius glared at you, pulling back from Remus to bend down.
„You listen to me now puppy. Be a good little cockslut and let Remmy and Jamie fuck you. Then I‘ll let you taste me. Understood?“
You nodded quickly, a dazed smile spreading on your face as James undid the belt and picked you up.
„Gonna fuck you so well baby. So deep you‘re gonna feel me all the way in your belly,“ James murmurs, lips brushing against your temple, „Tell me, do you want me to fuck your little pussy? Speak up, slut.“
„Jamie“, you mewl, hands trying to open his jeans, „want you to fuck my pussy, please.“
„Hands off“, Remus orders, „we decide when you get to have our cocks.“
Remus was naked already, straddling your chest, his cock right on your closed mouth. James took off your skirt and panties, spreading your legs wide.
You cry out when James slaps you clit harshly, before he spread your pussy to lick at your hole. Remus takes the opportunity to push his cock into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
„Look at your slutty pussy, begging for my cock. Fuck, mmm. Yes, take it ah-“, James voice cuts off when Sirius gives him a filthy kiss.
“Fuck her good, Prongs”, Sirius moans out, moving over to you. Sirius sat down behind your head, putting your head in his lap, stroking your cheek lovingly.
„Look at my puppy“, he cooes, „so fucking hungry for cock. My pretty girl. Making us feel so good.“
You whine, sucking harder when James hits your spot over and over again, hand on your clit.
„Fuck yes, keep sucking pup, ah there we go“, Remus groans out. Sirius holds your face steady between his palms as Remus fucks your face harder, your chest tightening with the lack of air. But his warm cock feels so good in your mouth.
Remus pulls back and barks out a ‚Open wide‘ just in time as he cums on your tongue in long hot spurts. Sirius had to hold your mouth open, forcing you to stay still as James fucked you pussy in brutal thrusts.
Sirius groans as he watches and you feel his cock twitch against your bare shoulder, vein throbbing harshly. Reaching out you wrap your hand around Remus’ cock, squeezing out every last bit of cum, suckling at the tip.
“Mmm Remmy”, you say breathlessly, “you taste so good”
“Fuck, gimme some”, Sirius whines, kissing you hard, tongue lapping at yours to get a taste of Remus’ delicious cum.
Remus gets off, giving James the leverage to push your legs up to your shoulders and you scream with the pleasure this new position brings.
“Fuck your pussy is so good, taking me so ah- so good”, James is out of breath, barely able to talk as he chased his release.
Sirius has his hand around your throat as he kisses James. You’re getting a clear view of the two boys, their kiss filthy and breathless, moaning into each others mouths right above you. Remus is sucking all over your tits, leaving bites and hickeys. James moans got louder, nearly whining with pleasure, pace relentlessly fucking into you.
“You gonna make Jamie come, huh? Like a good slut? Say it bitch, scream it, go on”, Remus mocks you, pinching your nipples so hard your eyes got glassy as you look at him, begging.
“Daddy- ah Daddy! Daddy please fuck- please”, you sob, grinding your pussy against James cock, pushing your tits towards his mouth again. The other boys paid you no mind, too busy kissing and stroking each other.
“M’not your Daddy pretty. Try again.”
“Remmy!”, you cry out, “Please! Remmy please! Please let me cum, Rem-”
“Cum, then.”
Finally you had the attetion of the others again, as Remus went back to torturing your sore tits, bruising them some more.
“Is my puppy gonna cum? Huh? Gonna cum all over Jamie’s cock?”
“Fuck Daddy yes, please! Please!” Your voice broke of with a broken whimper, pleasure getting too much. Remus couldn’t get enough of your tits, the soft skin driving him crazy as he bit and licked.
James was so deep he could see himself in your belly, hand pushing against the buldge and you couldn’t hold it anymore. You cum all over him, squirting and James whines burrying himself to the hilt as he came deep inside of your pussy. You were clinging to each other, still rutting like sex crazed teens, prolonging your orgasms.
“Merlin, look at the mess you made pup. Fuck James, darling, c’mere.”
James pulls out, careful to keep his cum inside and lays down on the bed, so Remus can get between his legs. Remus leans down, licking at your juices that are dripping down James stomach, sucking gently on the tip of his cock. James hissed and groaned and pushed at Remus’ hand.
“S’too sens- ah Moony too sensitive, plea-”, James’ voice cut off when Remus took his wrists, pinning them on the bed. He keeps lapping at his cock, down to his balls before he spread his legs, and licked at his tight, hot hole. Spitting on his fingers he pushes one inside, biting at James thighs wheneve he went to close his legs.
Sirius smirks at Remus antics, leaving them to their little game as he takes your face in his hands. “Color, puppy.”
“Green, Daddy”, you said, smiling challengingly.
“Good. Don’t think I forgot about your behaviour. M’gonna fuck that smug look off your gorgeous face.”
And with that he pushed into you, filling your cum filled pussy again. Not a single sound escaped your parted lips. All you could do was grip onto his flexing shoulders as he kept up a merciless pace, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust.
“I want you to feel every. single. one. Noone can fuck you like I can." He muttered through gritted teeth.
Sirius didn’t hold back, fucking and pushing against your sweet spot. He fucked you like one would fuck a common whore, not caring about your noises. Sirius picked you up with your legs around his waist and you screamed out, feeling him so deep it hurt. Hearing your noises he lost his control, shoving you up and down, onto his cock, biting at your jaw. His pace faltered and he put you down on the bed.
"Want to cum in your pussy, puppy. Gonna have mine and Jamie’s cum in your pussy.” Sirius taunted, smirking at James’ needy begs as Remus fucked him with his fingers.
“Keep whining James, m’not gonna stop. Still wanna fuck your tight ass.” Remus was completely dominating James, slapping at balls, when the other boy tried to pull away. James was a crying mess, the pleasure getting too much, mind clouded with need as he kept slipping in and out of subspace.
Sirius came, cursing into your mouth as you cried out, squeezing around his cock. Pushing in and out a few times more he pulled out and pushed your plug inside, the cool metal nearly making you come again with the constrast in temperatur.
“There you go, puppy. Now your pretty pussy is nice’n full with cum. Just as it always should be.” Sirius crooned, stroking your quivering legs and kissed your lips to calm you down. You were too tired to speak, only pulling him closer and kissed him deeply, making him groan against your mouth.
Pulling away you moved towards James and Remus.
“Jamie”, you said softly, “Look at you. So beautiful. You gonna cum again?” Craddeling his face in your palms you gave him soft kisses, coaxing the boy to cum, while Remus was groaning in pleasure, fucking James faster with his cock. James cried out against your lips, pulling you in closer. Bucking his hips he whines, your lips swallowing any sounds he makes. Sirius suddenly took James in his mouth and that’s what did it for the boy. He came hard, cock shoved deep inside Sirius’ throat and Remus pulled out, releasing all over Sirius’ face.
“Fuck Moony, kiss me”
Pulling out Remus tackled Sirius, kissing and licking the cum off Sirius face, both of them holding each other tight, hand pulling him closer by a necklace you hadn’t noticed before.
You made out with James gently, making sure he was comfortable and feeling safe, before you threw your arm around his middle, his face resting in your neck. Remus and Sirius joined you moments later, laying down on either side of your bodies.
And you fell asleep like this, tangled limbs, hands gripping each other tight.
