Poly!Marauders X Reader - First Time

Poly!Marauders x Reader - First time

Poly!Marauders x Reader, it's her first time and they're all helping out. Also, it's so On Brand for James Potter to come in his pants while eating pussy. I love this man.

“So, you’re saying you’ve never… done it?” Sirius asks, looking at Y/N questioningly.

“Nice way to put it, Pads”, scolded Remus, reaching out to touch the cheek of their girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah, I guess”, she starts, “I mean, I’ve done… some stuff? But not, like, all of it?”

The boys share a look of… something new. Soon, three sets of hands are touching her, rubbing her thighs, arms, and sides.

“Do you… want to? With us?” Asks James, rubbing circles with his thumbs on her arms.

She’s playing with her hands in her lap, feeling her heart racing. Excitement started to take over the nervousness that had previously filled her body. She did want it, badly, but she was unsure of how to initiate, not knowing what was okay or how to best go about it.

“Yeah” she says, looking into James’ eyes, “Yeah, I want to.”

***

Not long after, she’s sitting against the headboard, back pressed against Sirius’ chest, lips locked with Remus and James’ lips kissing down her legs. They had promised to take the best of care of her, and she really could feel it, the love that encompassed her in this position. The arms of Sirius, wrapped around her waist, started to sneak under the fabric of her shirt, as Remus’ hands teased her nipples through the shirt.

“Baby, can I unbutton this?” Sirius asks from behind her, lips trailing kisses down her neck, leading to Remus receiving a moan in his mouth before she nods, telling the man behind her that yes he can.

Hands are running up her legs, rubbing at her thighs, sending shivers down her spine as her shirt finally comes undone, baring her tits for her little audience.

“So pretty, love”, murmurs Remus, sitting back and taking in the view.

James, too, leans up on his elbows to look at her, basking in her beauty, “Yeah babe, so pretty,” making her shy away from all the attention, trying to hide her face in Sirius’ hair.

“How’re you feeling, pretty girl?” Sirius asks her, reaching to grab at her pretty tits, feeling her arch her back against his chest.

“Uh huh, so good”, Y/N whines, feeling James’ hands creeping up her thighs, followed by his mouth, kissing, biting and nibbling at the skin. Her moans rise an octave as his hands reach the very top of her legs, fingers nudging her underwear.

“May I?” His glasses are completely askew and he’s looking up at her with wide eyes, shiny with anticipation, and when she nods he reaches all the way, rubbing at her clit through her panties, “How’s that feel baby?”

“Good, so good”, she’s getting whiny, the feeling of all three of them becoming overwhelming, “Remmy please, wanna feel you, kiss me?” And how could he ever say no to that? Leaning back down, he places one hand on her cheek, angling her face to be able to kiss her.

James taps her hips, indicating for her to lift so that he can pull her undies down, “Oh she’s so pretty”, he says, “Pretty little pussy… Pads, help me keep her legs open.” His friend complies, using his own legs to keep hers open, hands still running up and down her waist, sometimes coming up to grab at her tits.

Sploshy sounds fill the room as James’s lips stay locked against her wet pussy, his hips moving to rub himself against the mattress. Remus pulls away, again, “Do you like that, pretty girl? You like James eating your sweet cunt?” He asks, rubbing a thumb against her red and swollen lips, “I think you should put this pretty mouth to good use as well, don’t you?”

The question makes her blush a deep red, but she does think that so she nods, feeling that nervousness creep up again, but before she can think any more of it, Remus’ trousers and pants are off and he’s placing his hard, pink tipped cock right in her face. “Open up, baby”, he says, poking her lips with the head.

The taste is a bit strange, she thinks, salty and tangy, but not bad. She starts by licking around the tip, before opening up more to let him further in her mouth. At the same time, James’s fingers are working tirelessly against her clit, while his tongue licks around her hole, making her moan and whimper around Remus’ cock.

Remus has a firm hold around her neck, not really squeezing, just holding her in place as he lightly thrusts his hips, careful not to choke her. “So good, baby, such a sweet little mouth, yeah?” Her eyes open, looking up at him, “Yeah, you’re just made to take cock like this.”

In between her legs, James switches position, fingers plunging into her leaking hole, tongue rubbing circles on her sensitive bud. Her legs try to close, but Sirius’ legs keep her open for his friend, letting him feast on their girlfriend, while their other boyfriend fills her mouth. He can feel her getting closer, noticing how she gets more twitchy in the legs and her mouth turns slack around Remus. “So good, love, you can let go now, yeah just like that, let go, come all over James’ face, just like that, good girl”, Sirius is telling her to let go, and that with the praise sends her straight over the edge, juices flooding, covering James. Remus pulls out of her mouth, letting her breathe, and takes Sirius hand, bringing it to his cock. Watching their girl come, one of his boyfriends jerking his cock, Remus can’t do much but come, covering her chest in hot, white liquid.

“Jamie, please stop”, her hands go to his hair, pulling him off, “‘s too much, please.” He pulls away, face wet with her slick, and he looks sheepishly up at his three partners as they all notice the wet patch on his legs.

“Can you take more?” Asks Remus, coming down from his own orgasm. She nods, whimpering a simple yeah, “Good girl, then I think it’s about time Padfoot gets his turn with you, yeah?” Her eyes widen, but soon she’s turning in the lap of the aforementioned boy.

“Hi baby”, he says, finally facing her. Arms around her waist, holding her close

“Hey…”, her head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, smelling his hair, breathing it in.

“Gonna fuck you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good”, his hands reach down, grabbing her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly, “up a lil for me” he commands, and she raises herself up on her thighs, hovering over his lap. He frees himself from his pants, tugging himself a few times, “Allright, baby, now come down for me.” One hand on himself, the other on her hips, he aligns himself with her hole, letting her down, filling her up. They both moan at the intrusion, his eyes raising to look over her shoulder at their two boyfriends, eagerly watching the pair.

Sirius moves down a bit, laying down, letting her face stay in the place where his neck meets his shoulder, folding his legs and thrusting up into her. He winces as she bites his shoulder, in a desperate try not to scream out loud.

“Is this okay, baby?” He asks, warm hands rubbing her backside.

“Yeah, ‘s good, so good.” She feels like she’s on fire, her hole being perfectly stretched, g-spot consistently hit. It’s a new sensation, different from James’ fingers. When Sirius starts thrusting faster, holding onto her arse, practically splitting her in two, she goes into a very different headspace. It’s so good, so, so good, but also so so much and soon she’s coming, again, walls clamping down on Sirius’ cock, moans slipping from her mouth, stuck to her throat.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so good, so tight, love this little hole”, he’s, once again, whispering very dirty words in her ear, chasing his own orgasm. “Ah, huh, Siri, fuck, ah, please”, she’s whiny, moaning and whimpering, small hands clamping down on his upper arms, holding on for dear life.

“Ah that’s it, love, gonna come now, gonna fill you up”, and he does, and it’s amazing, yet another completely new sensation, sending her over the edge for a third time.

“Good job baby, took us all so well” “Yeah love, you did so well for us, gonna let you rest now”

“‘M gonna clean you up a lil, you just lay here though, such a good girl”

Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - The boys virginity headcannons.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who masturbated to memories of you every night was surprised when you asked him if you were ever going to have sex. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pressed his lips to yours and asked if now was a good time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was already rock hard at the thought of having sex with you for the first time grinded his clothed erection against your backside.  

: ̗̀➛  VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who dragged you back to the Slytherin dorm was eager to see what you looked like underneath those clothes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pulled you into the boys room without hesitation pushed you onto his bed before attacking your neck with his lips.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was quick to undress you roamed his hands over your breasts with wide eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who couldn’t help but take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth as he pawed at your mounds. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who bites down at your nipple softly to elicit the most spectacular noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t wait another minute and is freeing his cock from their restraints. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who slicks the tip of his cock against your slick folds before gazing deep into your eyes making sure you’re ready. You nod, giving him the go-ahead.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t help but thrust into your cunt desperately. Moans falling from his lips as he feels your pussy grip his cock like a vice. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who gives you a moment to adjust to his large length before he’s pounding into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t think straight while he’s inside of you. He just wants to feel you cum all over his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s hands make their way to your throat to squeeze lightly, making you see stars and forcing you to cum. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s eyes widen as he feels your cunt contracting around his cock. He was a goner the second he feels you spasming and his hips begin to stutter as he shot his load into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who is surprised at just how much he cums inside of you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who led you to the Undercroft during a particularly heavy make-out session. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who’s breath catches in his throat when you take the initiative to put your hands down his trousers and begin to stroke his cock slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets out a loud moan and throws his head back as you begin to jerk him off can’t help but feel nervous at the fact the two of you were actually doing this. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who moans your name quietly, wraps his fingers in your hair to tell you to keep going as he thrusts his hips against your hand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who feels his balls tighten as he’s close to cumming, stutters away from your hand before explaining that he wants to finish inside of you.   

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who wishes he could see so he could admire every inch of you as you undress. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets his hands be his eyes once you’re fully naked, trailing his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, letting his fingers trail over your puckering nipples. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who groans when he feels your skin on his and desperately tugs off his cloak and shirt. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t wait to be inside of you feels his cock twitching as you push him down onto the sofa you had transfigured a few weeks prior. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who drags his cock up your folds desperate for some friction, accidentally pushes the tip into your entrance. You let out a soft gasp at the intrusion and throw your head back. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets you take control, feeling almost euphoric as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You bounce up and down on him almost immediately, begging for more already. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t help the moans that tumble from his lips as he feels you bouncing on him slowly. You move your hips perfectly, just right that has him seeing stars in his mind. Merlin, he wishes he could see you now. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who grasps your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of you with staggering hips and a viscous scream of your name.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who pulls you into a broom closet on the way to potions class because he misses you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who places sloppy, needy kisses on your lips as he whispers about how much he’s been craving your lips on his for the last few hours. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who feels himself starting to get erect as your hands wrap around his neck and play with the little curls at the base of his neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help but think about where this could be going as you slowly peel off his cloak, jumper and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who becomes flustered as you look up at him with a mischievous grin. A bright pink blush dancing across his cheeks as your hands trail down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds himself moaning already before you’ve even wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who stares into your eyes as you slowly put your hand down his boxers and palm at his thick length. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who bites his bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet, so that passers by the broom closet don’t hear his pathetic whimpering. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who brings his hand up to his mouth to bite at his finger once he realises that biting his bottom lip isn’t stopping his moans. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is already begging for you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who wants to cry at how good you’re making him feel. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help the sheer amount of precum leaking from his cock from the way you’re jerking him off. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who begs for you to fuck him right then and there. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is a whimpering mess when he’s finally seated inside of you. His hands grasp your hips forcefully as he slowly moves inside of you, building up his pace. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds it difficult to gain a rhythm, but once he gets there, it’s otherworldly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who presses heated kisses against your throat as he fucks you from behind, his hands grasping desperately at your hips to keep himself grounded to you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who cums inside of you the second he feels your cunt tense around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who turns your head to kiss you deeply as he thrusts his last remaining spend inside of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who invites you to The Three Broomsticks for a date. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who doesn’t even think about having sex with you on the date. He adores you so much and just wants to show you how much you truly mean to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pays for everything and tells you that ‘you can get the next one’ even though he knows he won’t let that happen. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is surprised when you kiss him forcefully as soon as you exit The Three Broomsticks, taking him down a secluded alleyway with a knowing smirk on your face.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who feels a bit of anxiety around having sex for the first time, especially in an alleyway. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who convinces you to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room with him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants everything to be perfect for his first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who kisses you sweetly as he undresses you once you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pushes you down onto his bed slowly and climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your now naked body until he reaches your sweet, spread out pussy. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who tests the waters with his tongue. Licking a slow stripe up your folds before making his way to your clit and gently nibbling on it with his teeth. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who presses a singular finger inside your entrance as he slurps at your clit. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who finger fucks you slowly in an attempt to make you come undone on his tongue before he fucks you with his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who, once you cum, uses his thick, heavy cock to wipe up your juices. Using your cum as lube, he slowly thrusts himself into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who can’t stop moaning your name like a prayer as your cunt sucks him in greedily. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants this to be a slow and sensual experience, cups your body in his hands as he moves inside of you with ease. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who bites down on your neck softly to mark you as his whispers sweet nothings and praises of how good you feel wrapped around him into your ear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who cums prematurely inside your cunt because of how good you feel wrapped around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is so embarrassed that he can’t even look you in the eye as you give him soft kisses and whisper words of a soothing nature.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who struggles to tell you how he’s feeling when he gets turned on for the first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who cries out when you grind against his clothed erection in the empty classroom. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is worried about getting caught that he locks the door with a wave of his wand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who watches you with wide eyes as you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches the way your hips ride expertly against his leg and groans in pleasure. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who shakily moves his hand to take off your skirt. You shuffle out of it before pressing your lips against his hungrily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who swallows your moans gladly as you remove your panties, exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who can’t help but whimper at the sight, his heart beating quickly as you take off his trousers and boxers slowly, almost teasingly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who asks if you’re sure this is something you wanted to do. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is caught off guard when you lower yourself down onto his cock in response

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who grasps your hips tightly as he can, bruising you slightly in the process. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bites down on your bottom lip playfully as you skilfully move your hips against his. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who helps you move your body against his straining clothed cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is panting like a dog as you pull down his trousers and underwear, looking at the string of precum oozing from his tip.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was surprised when you licked his tip playfully, licking his pre from his cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who falls against the desk, gripping the sides tightly as you suck him off slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who begs for your pussy to be around his cock, not caring about how pathetic he sounded. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who moaned loudly when you sunk down onto his cock and grasped the desk harder.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bit his bottom lip and begged for you to start moving your hips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who widened his eyes when you finally rolled your hips against his, his mouth falling open without a sound leaving his lips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who let you dominate him straight from the beginning. He wanted you to take what you needed from him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bucked his hips up against your greedily, wanting more from you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who pulls out of your cunt before pushing you down onto your knees, jacking himself off and cumming over your face.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

la petite mort.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.

author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.

Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.

Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came. 

Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.

There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits. 

It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really weren’t in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment. 

While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat. 

Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him. 

Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope. 

Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again. 

“Did you finish your translations, my love?’ 

You shook your head. “No, I think I need a study break.”

Regulus tutted. “Come show me what you’ve done so far and I’ll tell you if you’ve earned one.”

You pouted. It wasn’t very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didn’t immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldn’t help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that. 

Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms. 

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

Regulus patted his lap. “Right here is fine, darling.”

He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didn’t want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl. 

“Why don’t you read what you have so far, mon amour?”

You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him. 

“Faire chauffer à feu doux,” you said reluctantly.

Regulus shook his head. “Faire chauffer à feu fort,” he corrected in perfect French.

It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldn’t stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly. 

You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. “You have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.” 

After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt. 

Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep reading, love.”

“Trancher de la racine aux pointes—“ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt. 

You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds. 

A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “I told you to keep reading,” he growled. “Start that section over and don't stop or I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?”

With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. 

You bit your lip to keep your moan in. “What are you doing, Reg?” 

Regulus chuckled darkly. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?” You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. “You wanted my cock so I’m giving it to you, but I’m not moving until you finish your assignment.” 

The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. “Now be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?” 

Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear. 

“My smart girl,” Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. “Keep going, baby. You want more, don’t you?” 

The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with. 

Regulus grabbed you by the throat. “Salé means savory, sucré is sweet. I’m disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Let’s refresh.” He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if you did so without permission. “Say it with me. Salé.” 

You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still. 

“Salé.” 

“Does it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?” You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “I know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, aren’t you?” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. “One more, darling. Surely you can manage.” He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. “Sucré.”

“Sucré,” you repeated obediently.

“What does it mean?” 

“Sweet.” 

“Just like you, pretty girl.” Regulus kissed your cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.” 

You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.

“So eager, aren’t we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?”

“Neither,” you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you. 

He chuckled when he realized what you meant. “Is this what you were thinking about, love? Couldn’t focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?” 

You nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Reg. I need you so bad.” 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.” Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. “Come on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.” 

Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck. 

“Put your arms behind your back, mon cœur.” 

You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch. 

“Merde,” Regulus cursed. “You feel so fucking good, princess.” 

Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion. 

You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. “Baise-moi fort, Regulus.” 

Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second. 

He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. “Feel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you can’t even form words.” You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. “Have I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.” 

You cried as he slammed into you. “S’too much, Reggie. I—I can’t take anymore—“

Regulus only laughed. “That’s too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.” He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin. 

There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that you’d be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that you’ve ever experienced. 

“Cum for me, mon amour.” 

White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it. 

Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh. 

“Hang on, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sight. 

You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him. 

“Oh god, Reg,” you keened, arching against his mouth. “Fuck, I love you.” 

Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone. 

As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair. 

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you said hoarsely. “Not until you’re inside me again.” 

“Mon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.” Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. “My filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.”

You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. “I love when you fill me up, Reg. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. You’re the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, you’re perfect.” 

“You feel so fucking good,” Regulus whispered against your lips. “Gods, I’m so close.”

“I know, Reggie. I know.” You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.” 

Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses. 

Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. 

“Reg?” you murmured. 

“Yes, my love?” 

“I think I like studying after all.” Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “You’re excellent at inspiring motivation.” 

“Anything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.” 

“Is that so?” You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, you are, you know. You’re my pretty boy.” 

“Don’t say that unless you’re ready for another round.” 

“I’m always ready for you, Reggie. I can’t get enough.”

Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “Je t'aime de tout mon cœur, my cheeky girl.”

“I love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You smiled and kissed his temple. “With all my heart.”

How my favorite Slytherin boys react to you passing out.

Warning: Hogwarts legacy to Harry Potter

Ft. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Sebastian Sallow

“I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Please don— BLIMEY!”

Immediately catches you a little and takes you to the hospital wing. He’s definitely most worried about you since he was scared in the back of his mind that you might have been cursed like his twin sister during an adventure.

After he found out it was cause you hadn’t eaten, he’s shoving some honeyduke sweets down your throat and meals. 3 meals per day is what he’s making sure you are eating before another adventure starts.

Ominis Gaunt

You haven’t slept much, all these adventures sure were wreaking your body. You came in the common room to rest on the couch. Not noticing that a certain gaunt had sense you, you passed out before getting to the damned couch.

He sensed you passed out and he started to feel scared. He was put away his wand and started to feel you on the floor. And when he finally got the touch of your arm, he gripped it and pulled you towards him. Setting your head in his lap as he was praying to anything, anyone for you to wake up.

So when you woke up he felt relieved but asked you to go see the nurses when you felt like you could walk.

After finding out you haven’t been getting sleep from the trials and adventures you have been going through with Sebastian.

He gave the poor sallow boy an earful of a scolding.

Mattheo Riddle

You passed out due to overheating yourself. You were studying day and night. Of course your beloved riddle was concern, so he comes into your room. When you seen him and tried to stand up, that’s when you fell like an animated cartoon.

Mattheo thought you tripped on yourself, but when you didn’t move he got worried and checked you out.

As he felt your head was burning, he unbutton your shirt and ran to the bathroom to get a cold towel. Putting it in your forehead, he waited.

Waking up to see mattheo was sure a shocker since you would’ve thought he might’ve took you to the hospital wing.

Theodore Nott

He caught you when he noticed you had gotten “dizzy” is what you said in the morning.

He knew something was off when you kept looking spaced out. So when he caught your body that was going to hit the floor, he took you to the medic wing and let the head nurse treat you.

He visits often, telling you about the classes and slight drama. And after you still recover and leave the wing, he’s treating you like you will break.

And now you got a overprotective Theodore on your side

Lorenzo Berkshire

Panic mode actived

Poor baby let out a scream which alerted a professor over and took you to the medic wing

He was anxious waiting for news on when you can be release and how the blazes did to pass out.

You passed out because you forgot to ate for the 2nd time. Prepare for this Slytherin boy to put a lot of food on your plate for weeks.

hiii lovely! could you do a poly!marauders one where the reader wakes up needy and decides to relieve herself by grinding one of the marauders' thighs, leading to her being slowly and passionately fucked by all of them?

I think maybe I need to work on following instructions, I just took this and went with what turned me on at the time, hope you enjoy anyway 🩷 I think I'm not that good at slow and passionate....

Masterlist.

James had his tongue buried in your pussy, your hands tugging at his hair, back arched and hips grinding down against his face. You shuddered as the edge of that one cliff came closer and closer.

Waking up was a disappointment. No James between your thighs (which was always a disappointment). It hadn’t all been a dream though, your hips had been grinding against something, only, not James’ tongue. Sirius was laying behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, your hair tickling his cheeks where it lay, pressed into your neck. His thigh was shoved between yours, and you realized you had been using it, in your sleep, to get off against. Sirius had beautiful thighs. Fleshy. They weren’t quite as good as James’ face, but not that far off. The memory of your dream fresh in your mind, along with the lovely thoughts of Sirius’ thighs, you decided to keep going, using his thigh to rub your clit against.

It took a few moments to get that really good feeling back, your orgasm having slipped away as you woke up. You tried to replay the dream from your inner eye, focusing your every thought on the feeling of James’ tongue against your clit.

Sirius’ arms wrapped harder around you pulling you closer, thighs flexing from between yours.

“Morning love,” his raspy voice murmured into your neck. “Having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, hips moving in tandem with the flex of his thigh. “Ah- so much fun.”

You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth as his hands moved to your hips, guiding you against him, lips kissing down your shoulder.

“Such a pretty girl, getting off against my thigh, even in your sleep?”

“Y-ah-yes.”

Using his grip on your hips, he stilled your body, stopping your hips from moving, making you whine out in protest.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips against your ear, “just wanna be inside you.”

“Nghh,” you groaned, unable to wait a second longer for the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Pushing your hips back against his crotch, you tried expressing your want without words. Thankfully, Sirius was used to your antics and lifted the hem of your shirt, fingers finding your already dampened hole, pushing in softly, spreading slick around, readying you for him. Grinding back once more, your body told him to hurry the eff up.

“I’ve got you babe,” he murmured, “just gotta get you ready.”

Only a few seconds later, he pushed down his own underpants, freeing his cock, giving it a few pumps before pushing your side slightly, moving you to lay partly on your side and partly on your tummy. Taking one strong hold on your hip, and using one hand to line himself up, it wasn’t long before he pushed himself inside of you, letting a loud groan out.

“Fuck, babe, feel so good,” he said, hips thrusting against your backside. “What got you this wet huh? Did you have a nice dream?”

Your cheeks burned; getting off against one of your boyfriends was one thing, telling him about your wet dreams about your other boyfriend was different. But Sirius felt so good inside you, and you knew he’d enjoy it if you told him, so you bit back your embarrassment and told him.

“Ye-ah,” your voice came out broken, his thrusts were more passionate than usual, long and languid strokes, taking his time, but you still struggled to speak through it. “I dreamed– that – oh – Jamie was – going down on me – he’s so – go-od at that.”

The hand on your hip squeezed harder as Sirius’ other came around to squeeze your tit.

“He really is good at that, maybe he should do it now, huh?” His words made you moan. “Jamie? Will you take care of our girl? She needs your mouth, I think.”

You hadn’t even realized that James and Remus had woken, but it wasn’t surprising; you weren’t exactly being quiet. When you met his eye, James looked at you with so much love in his eyes, adoration written all over his face.

“Sure thing,” he said, quickly looking over your shoulder to meet Sirius’ (whose hips had slowed down even more) eye. Looking back at you, James leaned in for a quick kiss and a “good morning, love,” before he dipped down along the bed, settling in between your thighs, hands caressing your milky skin.

As James got to work, tongue lapping with skill at your clit, Sirius kept moving his hips, dragging the head of his cock against your walls, reaching the most lovely places of your center. Just like you had in your dream, you reach your hand down to grab a hold of James’ hair, grinding your hips against his mouth and chin. Unlike your dream, though, you were also grinding back against Sirius, who stopped moving his hips, allowing you to get yourself off using him.

“Damn, babe, you’re so hot, so beautiful for us, so good, getting yourself off huh? Using my cock and Jamies’ face like the little cockslut that you are? Yeah, doing wonderful my love,” Sirius murmured against your neck, the grip on your hip having gotten softer, allowing you to move at your own accord.

James, whose mouth was slightly occupied, only hummed in agreement, as his tongue swirled around your nub.

Knowing how much his words affected you, Sirius kept talking you through it.

“Good girl, that’s it, does it feel good? Is Jamie doing well? D’you like my cock inside you? Are you gonna let Remmy have a go after you’ve milked me? Gotta take care of out moony y’know– fuck, look at him, watching you, he thinks you’re so pretty, our pretty girl, doing so well, are you gonna come? Gonna come all over me, and Jamie? Ready and open for Rem?”

He spoke absolute filth into your neck and ear, nipping at the skin, licking and biting at it, it sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel that edge getting closer again. You did as Sirius said, looked at Remus, who had now sat himself up, leaning against the wall, pants pulled down to his thighs, hand around his cock, pumping slowly, eyes roaming over your body, you face, your tits, where Sirius played with your nipple, down to your core, where James’ head was stuck between your thighs as your hips ground against him.

It was all so hot, and as Sirius kept coaxing you to come, you finally did, hips stuttering and thighs squeezing James’ head. If you weren’t in the middle of an orgasm, you might be worried about hurting him, though he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pretty girl, doing so well,” Sirius said, moving your hair out of your face as your body kept convulsing. “Lay down on your tummy for me, babe.”

You did as you were told, and Sirius moved behind you, without ever pulling out completely. Straddling the backs of your thighs, he squeezed your arsecheek hard before he thrust himself inside you. It was almost too much, the cock you had just came around still being shoved inside you, but it also felt good, and you knew Sirius was close and that the feeling of him coming inside you would be worth the overstimulation.

“Hurry up Pads,” Remus groaned. His hand was no longer wrapped around himself, but rather around James’ now soft cock. It wasn’t the first time he’d come untouched from eating you out; in fact, he often did, but Remus would always enjoy taking one more from him, tugging at his soft and aching member, forcing him to give up just one more orgasm. “My turn soon.”

Trying to speed up the process, always ready to please Remus, you tried squeezing your walls around Sirius in time with his thrusts, tensing your muscles and using that grip to milk him dry.

You were rather successful. It wasn’t many seconds before he grunted as he came inside you, hips stilling and head falling down to kiss the back of yours.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, before pushing himself up and off of you, moving to lay beside you. “Go ahead, moons.”

Remus flipped you over, apparently done with James’ spent cock.

“Hi darling,” he said, sitting next to you, face leaned down to kiss you. “Sleep well?”

“Morning Remmy, yeah, I did, you?” Your voice was still airy, still affected by your orgasm.

“Slept like a prince, baby, loved waking up to your little moans about Jamie’s mouth,” he teased, leaning away from your face and straddling your chest. “Are you gonna let me fuck your face now, baby? It won’t take long, promise, just need your mouth right now.”

His words felt like a mocking of your dream and your words about James, but it was sexy nonetheless, turning you on again, leaning your head back against the pillow and allowing your mouth to fall open. Instead of answering verbally, your tongue fell out and you relaxed your throat, showing Remus that you were ready for him.

“Such a good girl,” he said, raising his hips and feeding his cock into your mouth.

Focusing on your breathing and staying still and laxed for him, you allowed his cock into your mouth, his hips already stuttering from the feeling. His one hand was around his base and the other laid against your cheek, sometimes moving his cock to push against your cheek, feeling it with his hand.

Normally, you wouldn’t allow Remus to fuck your face like this, his cock was too big and it always bruised the back of your throat, but he did say he would be quick – and he was. The hand against your cheek wiping away the first set of tears running down your face, and it was as if the contact of thumb and tear pulled him apart because he was spilling inside your throat, cock slightly vibrating, and spurting come, filling your entire mouth.“Now that’s a good morning,” he murmured as he moved to lay beside you, kissing your entire face, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s get cleaned up, I’ll eat you out in the shower.” He added as a response to your groaning, not ready for the day to start.

Can’t Sleep (18+)

King Caspian x Reader

Unable to sleep, you and Caspian find another way to find peace late at night.

Tags: first time, smutty smutty smut, late night sex, insomnia, friends to lovers, a smidge of fluff, unprotected sex

(How ‘bout that gif tho? 👀👀)

The soft knock at your chamber door surprised you. Despite the fact you’d been laying awake for hours, the fire in the corner almost dead, you felt peaceful, tucked away under your soft sheets as your eyes lazily traced the folds in the canopy above you.

Every now and then, your fingers would drift back and forth over the sheets covering your thighs, the teasing pressure spring goosebumps across your whole body.

Your body seemed to mistake your touch for someone else’s, and you sighed as you slipped your hand beneath the sheets and traced your nails over the skin exposed by your lunch nightgown. You traced the dimples of your inner thigh, but the knock at the door had your hand shooting out from beneath the sheets.

Tugging on your thick robe to fight off the chill, you made your way to your chamber door. As quietly as you could, you slid the lock bolt back and opened the door a crack.

A tall figure shrouded in the darkness of the hallway stood on the other side.

“Caspian?” You whispered, frowning at your friend in confusion. “What’re you doing here?”

Your king was also dressed in his night clothes, his robe haphazardly thrown on too.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he explained softly, his voice rough. “May I come in?”

You hesitated, the low pulse in your core making you fight between finishing what you started or letting someone else carry on for you.

You opened the door just enough for him to slip through, quickly closing it behind him before anyone could come across you. If someone saw the king sneaking into your chambers, there would be uncomfortable questions and scrutiny.

Caspian sighed heavily, running a hand over his tired face. His chin length hair was mused, like he’d been running his hands through it over and over again, and slight shadows hung under his eyes.

“What’s keeping you up?” You asked, speaking at a normal volume as you perched yourself on the edge of your bed.

“Being king,” he drawled, chuckling mirthlessly. You offered him a sympathetic smile. He cast his eyes over to where you sat, taking in the rumpled sheets, and hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry if I woke you, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, shrugging, “I wasn’t sleeping.”

“So what’s keeping you up, m’lady?” Caspian asked with a teasing smile, stealing your words as he walked closer to where you sat. You chuckled as you tucked your legs up under you, shuffling back to sit up against the headboard. You hoped you were subtle in pressing your thighs together, that Caspian couldn’t tell beneath your nightgown.

“I’m not too sure. I just can’t seem to find peace tonight,” you shrugged.

“I know how you feel,” your king sympathised, the mattress dipping as he sat on the edge of the bed by your feet. “I would give anything to quieten my thoughts for a moment.”

“I suppose there’s not much to distract one in the middle of the night, is there?” you asked, twisting the skirt of your nightgown in your fingers.

Caspian chuckled softly, catching your eye. “I suppose there is, but we aren’t privy.”

You raised a brow at him, tension coiling low in your abdomen. Just having Caspian so close, in your chambers of all places, in his loose nightclothes, was sending your nerves into a frenzy.

“A shame,” you remarked, looking everywhere but at him, “I’ve heard it’s quite an effective sleep remedy.”

“You’ve heard?” your friend teased.

“You know I’m not married, Caspian,” you reminded him, poking his thigh hard with your foot. “You know I’ve only heard.”

“I was about to say, I must have missed your wedding invite.”

You snorted softly at his joke, biting down on the inside of your cheek to restrain your smile, but you were quickly chuckling along with him.

“Do you mind if I stay? Just for a little while?” Caspian asked softly, and you didn’t hesitate to nod.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he moved to the other side of your bed, slipping beneath your sheets so you were laying face to face on your sides. His lips were inches away, but close enough that you could feel his warm breath fan across your face.

“It must be nice,” you mused, “to fall asleep beside the person you love every night.”

Caspian hummed softly in agreement, his head propped up on his elbow as his eyes drifted across your face. Something about the look made butterflies stir in your stomach.

“What is it?”

“It’s a shame we won’t know what that feels like until we’ve married. To know someone’s touch in the middle of the night.”

His wording made your heart stutter, even though your mind knew he was talking about someone else.

“I just hope it’s with someone who understands me, like you.”

You smiled softly at your friend, reaching up to give his bearded chin a soft, playful squeeze.

“I’m sure it will be,” you reassured him.

Something about the moment made your touch linger. The air felt suddenly thick between you, like every breath you made was trapped.

It was Caspian who broke the tension, a surprised squeak dying in your throat as he leaned down and slotted his lips over yours, pushing you back into your pillow. Your hand moved from his chin to his hair, your fingers curling into the messy strands as you lost yourself in the push and pull of Caspian’s kisses. It was heady and mesmerising, and you gave yourself wholly over to the desire.

The urge in your core grew stronger with every slide of his tongue across yours, and you grinned as Caspian groaned into your cheek as you hooked your leg over his hip and pulled him in closer.

Ever the strategist, one of his broad hands clamped down on your thigh, holding it tight to him as he pulled himself onto his back and took you with him, you now straddling his hips. The manoeuvre made you giggle, and Caspian surged up to eagerly taste the sweet noise. One of his arms wound around your waist to keep you pressed to him, the other sliding into your hair.

“Caspian,” you breathed against his lips, lightheaded.

“For tonight, we can have this,” he urged softly, gently pulling on your hair so he could tilt your head back and trace his lips along the column of your throat. “Please, let us have this.”

The scratch of his stubble has he spoke made wetness pool in your core, and you shifted your hips to find some relief, your arms tightening around his neck, and Caspian’s groan as your core moved across the bulge in his trousers washed over your skin.

“Please, Caspian,” you pleaded.

His broad hands moved to pull at the lacings on your nightgown, yanking the collar down over your upper arms, trapping you, to expose your shoulders and collarbone to his lips. As Caspian lavished wet kisses along your skin, his hands came up to knead at your breasts over your nightgown, pinching at your nipples until you whined from sensitivity.

You buried your face into his hair, circling your hips in time with his movements, the friction delicious. His hands flew to your hips and clamped down, stooping you, and you looked at him questioningly.

“I don’t want it to be over, not yet,” he panted, his dark eyes deep and shining.

“Nor do I,” you replied.

Giving your king a chance, you tugged his sleep shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, toned chest to the dying glow of the fire and gently pushed him back. There was an amused curl to Caspian’s lips as he watched you from below, his hands coming to rest on the expanse of your thighs.

Keeping his gaze in yours, you bent forward to drop a kiss on his chest, right above his nipple. At the touch of your lips to his skin, Caspian gasped quietly, and you smiled to yourself as you proceeded to kiss every inch of his warm skin.

“Y/N…” he groaned above you as your kisses dipped towards the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. You looked up at him then, your gaze hot as your wet bottom lip ghosted across the sensitive skin. The power you had over him was intoxicating.

“Another time,” he promised feverishly. You intended to hold him to that.

Caspian tugged you back up to meet his lips, your body sprawled over the top of his as his hands explored the expanse of your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your bedclothes. His kisses were hungry now- passionate, and your wet core clenching around nothing as Caspian sucked on your bottom lip.

“Caspian,” you begged, nudging his chin up with your nose to suck kisses along the length of his jaw. “I need to feel you.”

You moaned as Caspian’s hand drifted further south, resting on your bare behind and giving the globes a firm squeeze. It made your hips jut against his, the sudden friction making him hiss. Quickly, Caspian rucked up your nightgown, and you sat up to yank it over your head, leaving you completely bare in his lap.

Your head fell back, eyes sliding shut, as his hands roamed your exposed body, sliding up your sides to cup your breasts and massage them.

“Beautiful,” Caspian admired, his hands sliding down your stomach to rest just above your thighs, framing your glistening core.

Eager to be on the same page, you curled a finger into the waistband of his loose trousers and tugged.

“Your turn,” you smirked.

Caspian grinned, his hands flying to his waistband, and you sat up on your knees so he could push his trousers down and kick them off his legs.

You both moaned in unison as your core settled over him, his cock perfectly nestled between your lips. Unable to stop yourself, you rolled your hips, revelling in the slide of his cock between your slick folds.

Caspian was too impatient for any more teasing, pulling your forward so you fell into another kiss as he reached between you and placed the head of his cock at your soaked entrance. You keened loudly, panting shallowly against his lips as he slowly slid home - he was far larger than your fingers, the adjustment teetering between painful and pleasurable.

Just when you thought you were about to be split apart, you felt Caspian’s hips nestle against the curve of your behind, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed.

“You feel like heaven,” Caspian groaned, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close to him, his heaving chest searing yours.

“‘M so full,” you mumbled into his skin. You held each other for a few moments, revelling in the feel of one another and doing your best not to end it there. Your core fluttered around Caspian, begging for more, and you grinned as he groaned your name.

Your hands braced on his bare chest, you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, moaning softly at the drag of his cock along your inner walls, the jut of his hipbones into the flesh of your inner thighs.

Caspian’s hands flexed on your hips, silently urging you to go faster, and you did as you were bid. You bit down hard on your lip to stop your moans from waking the whole castle. The faster your rocked, the faster you felt your climax coming, the tension in your core increasing.

“Caspian…” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

“You feel so tight,” Caspian grunted, adjusting himself so he could thrust up into you more easily. It was a deeper thrust than before, punching a gasp from you as you nearly toppled from his lap.

“K-Keep doing that, oh-“ you begged, one hand grasping at his hand on your hip, the other slipping between you to draw tight, fast circles over your swollen bud.

Caspian watched in awe as your movements bordered on frantic, your body stiffening as you fell apart above him, climaxing with choked gasp of his name.

Your release shuddered through you, your head lolling forward as your mind reeled with pleasure. Every inch where your skin touched his sparked. Your fingers curled into his stomach as Caspian continued to thrust through your climax, his head thrown back with pleasure as your walls tightened and fluttered around him.

Just before it was too late, Caspian pulled his cock from your core, and you watched in hungry fascination as he climaxed against your core, thick white release splattering and smearing over your mound as he panted your name.

With a soft oof, you fell onto the soft bed next to him, your body sore and satiated. But Caspian didn’t let you go far, immediately curling onto his side and pulling you in so you were once again face to face, your bodies twisted into one being.

You lay there together in the new darkness, the fire long gone out, sharing breaths. Caspian’s arm was wrapped around your waist, your leg hitched over his hip, and when you shifted, you felt his release on your skin slide.

“You know you can’t sleep here,” you softly reminded him, a small smile playing on the corner of your lips.

“I know,” Caspian replied, his eyes already shut. Uncomfortable questions and scrutiny be damned.