‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ —
“There were four heroes as it were in the previous generation and one of them betrayed the others, and then there were the three. So I wanted Harry to be surrounded by… James and Sirius and Lupin, all of whom had died in a way for him. You know Lupin had laid down his life in Harry’s battle, he didn’t have to come back, he didn’t have to fight. James had died trying to protect the family; Sirius very obviously had died fighting along with Harry.“—J. K. Rowling expands on the Marauders.
Lily Potter sat on her bed with a piece of folded up parchmentin front of her. She had finally nicked the map from her where her brother,James, kept it hidden. Lily had spent an entire summer looking and she’d almostgiven up until she realized the Halloween feast tonight would keep everyonebusy for a few hours. As much as she hadn’t wanted to skip the feast, shecouldn’t pass up the opportunity to nick the map. It was a good thing too.James, probably less concerned than usual about the map’s safety now that hewas busy snogging his new girlfriend all the time. Either that, or he’d rushedoff to stuff his face at the Halloween feast and not bothered to hide itproperly. Lily snickered, his knickers drawer, really?
She’d known about the map, of course, since James firstnicked it from their Dad’s office during his first Christmas break home fromHogwarts. They had overheard their Uncle George talking to Dad about it,
although Lily had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Uncle George had wanted them to learn about it because
she was quite sure his eyes had flickered towards their hiding spot on the
stairs. James was the only one at Hogwarts then, so she hadn’t minded much when
he’d been the one to find it. It wasn’t of any use to her. Now, though, she
felt she deserved a chance to pull some pranks of her own without the worry of
being caught. Not to mention the secret passage ways to Hogsmeade would be
great to have access to.
Now, if only she could remember how James had accessed it. He’d
certainly bragged about figuring it out enough. Lily swore at herself for
deciding to ignore his bragging, she could only remember how to close the map. That
wasn’t helpful at the moment though. She hesitated, holding her wand above the
old parchment, then tried the first thing that came to mind.
“Open,” Nothing. Lily mentally rolled her eyes at herself, that
had been a stupid guess. Who in their right mind would make it that easy to get
“Please show me Hogwarts?” Again, nothing.
“I have things to manage?” That was a stupid variation on
how to close the map, but Lily didn’t know what else to do but try anything
that popped into her head. She was not going to give this back to James after
finally getting ahold of it.
Thirty minutes later Lily was running out of ways to try and
open the map. What was the point of going to the trouble of getting the map if
she couldn’t use it? She was mindlessly tapping her wand on the parchment out
“Oh come on, I just want to pull a few pranks without
To her surprise words
started to form on the page.
Mr. Moony offers his
compliments to whoever is wanting to create some mischief, but must sadly
inform them that unless you swear we can’t share.
Mr. Wormtail solemnly
agrees, it’s such a shame they won’t be able to manage.
Mr. Padfoot would like
to point out that even if they were up to no good, they couldn’t out-prank the
Marauders. We are the Kings at this school.
Mr. Prongs agrees and
wonders who might possibly be trying to swear they are up to no good?
Lily was stunned, this was the oddest map ever. The words
started to fade and she quickly tapped the map again, deciding to just go with
“Lily, my name is Lily.”
The writing seemed to almost hesitate, then started up again
as her name faded away.
Mr. Moony is wondering
why Lily would be pulling a prank?
Mr. Wormtail thinks
Mr. Prongs is sharing things he aught not to be
Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr.
Prongs is trying to impress Miss Prongs and deserves a detention cleaning
bedpans in the Hospital Wing, the prat.
Mr. Prongs thinks Mr.
Padfoot is a git and is sure Lily could pull a prank if she was serious.
Mr. Padfoot thinks
there’s a strong possibility that Miss Prongs is, in fact, not serious.
Mr. Moony would like
to share his disapproval in Mr. Padfoot’s poor taste in jokes.
Now she was really confused. She felt like she was being
discussed by people–not even people, but a map!– as if she weren’t in the room!
Lily tried not to feel insulted, she could pull a prank better than almost anyone.
Kings? She may as well call herself Queen then. After all, everyone knows who
really runs things in a kingdom. She’d learned from James, after all, and
watched out all the ways he got caught. Lily almost never got caught, not to
mention that she’d perfected the art of talking her way out of trouble. And if
she could just figure out how to open this map, there would be no more
obstacles to trying to out-do James.
“I pull amazing pranks!” she said indignantly while tapping
the map again, before reminding herself she was getting huffy with a map.
Mr. Padfoot is sure
Miss Prongs can pull pranks now since apparently Mr. Prongs wants to assist her
with our secrets.
Mr. Moony wonders if
Miss Prongs should focus on her homework instead?
Mr. Wormtail wonders
if Mr. Prongs is thinking with his head?
Mr. Prongs would like
to inform everyone he has no idea what they are talking about.
Mr. Padfoot would like
to kindly ask his best mate to come off it, and thinks Mr. Prongs is trying to
hard to win Miss Prongs over.
Miss Prongs? Win her over? What the actual hell was going
on? Lily was starting to think maybe the magic on the map was starting to wear
off. After all, it had been her dad’s while he was at school, and her Uncle’s
before that. And it sounded like these people had made the map, and who knows how
long ago that was. She looked down to see three different handwritings that all
seemed very busy picking on the one called Mr. Prongs while continuously
referring to her as Miss Prongs, which seemed to be a running joke. She signed,
if he was being singled out then she guessed she should probably use that to
her advantage. Boys were always so obvious.
“Mr. Prongs, I, Lily, request assistance opening the map,”
she made herself sound as confident as possible. The written argument between
the four of them stopped mid scroll and faded.
Mr. Padfoot wants Mr.
Prongs to know he’s going to break his broomstick the next time he sees him.
Mr. Prongs would like
Lily to know she can always ask him for help.
Mr. Moony would like
to inform Mr. Prongs that he’s pathetic.
Mr. Wormtail agrees
that Mr. Prongs is…up to no good.
Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr.
Wormtail should shut his fat mouth
Lily grinned, “I swear I am!” only the handwriting from Mr.
Prongs appeared after that.
Do you solemnly swear?
“I solemnly swear! I solemnly swear I’m up to no good!” Lily
almost yelled, laughing triumphantly as the map blossomed over the pages like
watercolor with hundreds of labels in the Great Hall. It was obvious why James was
so keen to keep this nearby.
“Bloody hell, this is fantastic!” She wanted to jump up and
down like a five year old at Christmas. Once she had calmed herself down she
watched the map until the giant mass of students in the Great Hall began to
disperse towards the four Common Rooms.
Reluctantly tapped the paper and whispered “Mischief
Of course she would be sharing this with her friends
tomorrow, but for tonight she just wanted to keep the victory to herself. There
was something about the map that she felt almost drawn to. It was silly, she
thought, to be affectionate towards a map, but here she was, grinning like she
just made a new friend. Climbing into her bed, she drew her wand one last time
for the night, and tapped the map.
“Thanks Mr. Prongs, you’re the best.”
Lily felt a bit stupid, but she did owe him. Whoever he was.
However this charm worked, the person who cast it trusted her for some reason.
She wondered vaguely why as tucked the map away where she was sure her brother
wouldn’t look. Not that it mattered much, she thought. As far as she knew,
there was no way for him to get up to the girls’ dormitories. She smiled into
her pillow, all the while missing the last message scrawled across the paper,
fading into nothing.
History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.
As was the case of (Y/n).
And no, she was not awake that time.
She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.
She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.
“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.
“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”
“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”
“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.
(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.
She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.
She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.
(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.
His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.
“Can I help you?” He asked casually.
It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.
“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.
“And what is that?”
(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.
“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.
“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.
“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”
Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.
“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.
“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.
He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.
Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.
“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.
(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.
“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.
He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”
He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.
His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.
“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.
The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.
“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.
He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.
“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.
He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.
“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”
He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.
His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.
“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”
“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.
“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Wow…That was splendid.”
Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.
“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.
However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”
Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”
“I’d love to, Remus.”
She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.
Ok, but lets be real here for a second and think about who came up with “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” in the marauders. For example, did James come up with it in first year, and made it his catch phrase before he pulled pranks, no matter if they were as small as putting whip cream on Padfoot’s hand and tickling his face up to turning every Slytherin’s hair pink for a month? Or was it Sirius, who came up with it in their fifth year after James saying “Padfoot, are you starting to be a good guy since you’re dating Moony”? Or, was it as unlikely as Remus, who came up with it after he kissed Sirius in a broom closet for the first time? Or, even more unlikely, could it have been Peter, who came up with it for his best friends in the world, to show them that he was important too? Who knows? Maybe it was all of them.
When the hard rain and the thunder rumbled into a magnificent chaos in the night sky, Disappparating was simply not an option. It was a huge mistake to leave the house especially for (Y/n). She had not yet learned how to Disapparate properly and even worse, she was stuck in Diagon Alley. Everyone had ran for cover as soon as the rain poured heavily and (Y/n) quickly stayed at Madam Malkin’s when she heard someone call her name.
“(Y/n)?” Regulus said, walking towards her with a smile. “How nice to see you here.”
“Regulus!” She exclaimed, clearly surprised as well to find her housemate in the shop. She came up to him with a long embrace before pulling back. “The weather’s crazy, isn’t it? A storm right in the middle of summer.”
“Yeah, it’s quite strange,” he agreed. “How are you?”
“Fine as usual. What’re you buying, by the way?” (Y/n) asked, peeking curiously at the coat he carried in his arm.
“Oh, I didn’t buy anything. This is my brother’s,” he said, showing the black coat with several holes. “He came to visit today since our parents aren’t home. I’m just getting it fixed for him.”
“That’s so sweet of you!” (Y/n) smiled, making Regulus blush.
“I guess so. We may hate each other but we’re still brothers,” he chuckled, rubbing his neck, a habit both Black brothers had when they wanted to ask something nervously. “Hey, listen, do you know how to get back home by yourself?”
“I’m still figuring it out. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping,” (Y/n) replied, looking up at the ceiling where she can hear the hard pitter patters of the rain.
“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my house for the night. It’s quite late and I know you live very far but my house is near by. We can take some Floo powder instead so we won’t have to get wet.”
“Are you sure, Regulus? I-I don’t want to be a bother or anything…”
“It’s fine! I’m sure my brother won’t mind,” he reassured, “but if you don’t want, that’s fine too. I completely understand if you don’t want to come with me–”
“Regulus,” she comforted, “Thank you.”
She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder as he lines up in front of the counter with a smile on his face.
Green flames erupted from the ashes of the fireplace in Grimmauld Place and out came (Y/n) first, shortly followed by Regulus. The dining room was dark and empty except their house elf who was carrying a silver tray.
“Welcome home, Master Regulus,” he greeted, “Kreacher sees his master brought company. How nice.”
“Oh, Kreacher, this is (Y/n). She’s staying her until the storm stops,” Regulus said, shaking off his coat and hanging it on the chair before taking a seat.
“Would the young miss like some tea?” Kreacher offered, showing her his silver tray full of teacups and teabags. “The bloodtraitor hates anything Kreacher gives. Kreacher thinks he should not eat anymore. Filthy bloodtraitor–”
“Just chamomile for me, thank you,” (Y/n) said, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about Sirius who just came down from the stairs.
“Regulus, is that you?” He called from behind the door before entering the dining room, his eyes immediately setting on (Y/n).
“Didn’t know your girlfriend will be here,” Sirius smirked as he leaned against the door frame. He was incoming his seventh year already and (Y/n) felt her heart race.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Sirius. She’s my…friend,” Regulus said the last part softly.
“I’m (Y/n). I’m just staying here for the night. I promise I won’t try to be a bother–”
“Hey, no worries. I don’t mind a little company,” Sirius said, “Regulus, why don’t you show her to our guest room? I’m sure she’s exhausted.”
(Y/n) have known about Sirius and the troubles he would cause back in Hogwarts but she had never expected him to be very welcoming especially to someone who was a Slytherin like his whole family. She imagined he would be more cold and maybe even worse but she was happy to know that he was polite and kind.
The two brothers led her to their guest room which had a large, four poster bed with a chandelier hanging on top. It was nice and clean and obviously, painted in gray and green. Regulus walked in to make sure it was comfortable enough for her when he heard the thunder rumble outside.
“The rain’s not stopping but I hope you’ll be able to get some rest. I’m assuming you’ve had dinner already?”
“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered before walking towards him. “Thank you for letting me stay. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be soaking wet in Diagon Alley.”
“You’re welcome,” he whispered shyly, feeling his cheeks redden once more. “If you need anything, I’ll be down the hall.”
“Thank you. Good night, Regulus.”
“Good night, (Y/n).”
The door creaked softly as the brother entered the room. He kept his footsteps light while his eyes watched (Y/n)’s chest rise up and down, her hand holding tight onto the pillow as she dreamed. Her neck was completely exposed but as he approached her closer, he saw that she was only dressed in her lace underwear.
Sirius felt himself harden at the sight, not being able to contain the temptation any longer. He crawled slowly and gently on top of her. He trailed his lips from her collarbone up to her throat until he reached her chin. She really looked delectable. She moaned at the feeling, the sound driving him insane as he kissed her neck.
He pulled away at the mention of his name, checking if she was awake. Her eyelids slowly opened as he watched her carefully but she did not seem surprised. She smiled and slipped her fingers through his thick, dark locks.
“Why’d you stop, darlin’?”
Sirius immediately dove in to taste her lips. He kissed her rapaciously, his tongue begging for entrance, needing to feel the sensation of her tongue playing with his. She allowed him to slip inside while grinding against the tent that had formed in his trousers. It made him moan and even want her more. Throwing his shirt aside, he licked his lip and stripped her off her undergarments before proceeding to remove his pants. His cock was already aching from the tight confines of his jeans and the dark spot on his boxers was enough evidence to show her how much he wanted her. He licked her neck up and down before he bit her earlobe softly, his hand trailing down to her breasts. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and as she let out a moan, he began to massage her.
“ ‘Been wanting this now, haven’t you?” He teased, sucking onto the spot right below her ear. He lowered his hand further, his palm feeling every inch of her skin as he guided his fingers to her entrance where he felt her already soaking wet.
He teased her lips by rubbing his finger up and down and barely slipping in the tip of his finger. The combination of his kisses on her neck and his teasing made her almost control. Her hips bucked at his hand, making him chuckle.
“Please, Sirius. N-Need you…”
“Hm, maybe not yet, love.” He said, pulling back his fingers and putting them into his mouth while she watched him. As much as he wanted to tease her, he himself also wanted to taste her more and so he stretched her legs wide open. Seeing her dripping for him made him growl hungrily. He kissed her inner thighs softly before dragging his tongue on her clit and slowly slipping into two of his fingers inside.
“Oh God…” She let out, holding onto his hair as an effort to get him closer. Sirius immediately got her message, moving his fingers in and out rapidly, making her clench tight. He alternated between moving his fingers inside and sticking his tongue in, both giving her the pleasure she so desired. As her climax neared, Sirius pulled out his fingers and concentrated on giving her release with his tongue.
Her hands gripped onto his hair, allowing him to moan into her and sending vibrations. He removed his boxers while keeping his mouth on her entrance and with a buck of her hips and a loud moan, she came on his tongue.
He lapped onto her juices both inside and out. He wanted to make sure he tasted every drop of her essence before he pulled away. She was breathing heavily as she watched him smirk and hover above her.
“How was it?”
“Good…good…” She breathed but Sirius was not yet finish.
He teased the head of his cock up and down her entrance, slicking her with her own juices, his precum, and his saliva. (Y/n) instinctively rose her hips to let him slide in but he held her hips to prevent her from moving.
“Tell me, love. Is this what you want?”
“Sirius, please…I want you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her arms around his neck. “I’m ready for you.”
He stopped teasing her for a while, his lips coming down onto hers. He kissed her lightly, in contrast to how he started earlier. He moved his lips against her in a sweet and delicate way as though she was fragile. She kissed him back lovingly before she felt him slightly push in his cock to her wet entrance. He pulled back and pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, eyes on each other. She nodded at him before he slid all the way into her tight core where she welcomed him. He bottomed out and started to move, stretching her for his thick length.
Gentle and slow was his pace as he whispered praises to her ear, reminding her how good she made him feel and how tight she was becoming. She was like a euphoric pill and his own, personal nirvana. The sounds she made as he continued to push in and out of her were angelic and flawless, though every once in a while, he would kiss her to keep her voice down so as to prevent her from waking up his brother.
“We don’t want any one to interrupt us now, do we?” He whispered, kissing her cheek.
Her climax was beginning to start once more as Sirius decided to speed up his thrusts. From slow and gentle, his pace became hard and fast. He was becoming erratic and rough since he was also starting to feel himself close. He kept his thrusts powerful, the head of his cock hitting her spot repeatedly.
“(Y/n), gonna cum! Gonna cum inside!”
“Come on, Sirius. I’m close too.”
The two moaned in chorus and with one last push, Sirius felt himself spill inside her. She came as soon as she felt the warm sensation flood her core, her juices mixing in with his. He kept himself inside her for a few minutes even as he softened, his face buried in her neck. He trailed kisses on her skin once more before he pulled out and laid back down beside her, the two panting heavily. After a few minutes of rest, they both fell asleep through the stormy night.
I finished this comic! It’s cheesy as heck, but I’m happy with it! I don’t know how to link to it, but it’s inspired by the textpost about Sirius walking into the great hall with a man bun and a neck full of hickeys while poor Remus (who put them there) blushes furiously! And as much as he tries and fails to play it cool, I think Remus would be so easy to see through for James and Peter. Of course, it’s only James who dares to actually tease him about it here! 😁🐺🌌💜