Marauders Smut

Peter Pettigrew

Content : first time (for him), quite vanilla (but sweet)

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The Gryffindor common room was hot, crowded full of dressed-up students. I was on the dancefloor, a drink in hand as I danced with Lily and Marlene.

I had been dancing for a couple of hours now and my feet ached from the heels that adorned by feet. My eyes latched onto my boyfriend, who was sat on the sofas with his friends, yet staring at me.

I blushed, separating myself from my girls and moving towards Peter.

It was Halloween, our first Halloween as a couple and I had insisted on a couples costume, which he had been hesitant about at first.

My first choice was house elf and mistress. Obviously, I would dress Peter up as a house elf, which he didn't find as amusing as I did. I still thought those costumes were a good choice.

Eventually, many costumes later, we settled on the classic angel and devil. I, for one, thought it was cliché but, since it was the only one we agreed on, I came to love the costuming.

Donning red was unusual for me, being a Ravenclaw, though Peter had argued that the devil suited me better than it did him, which I had to agree with.

As I approached him, I was thankful that he had dressed as the angel, for him wearing white, dressed as though he was so pure, only made me want to uncover how filthy he could be.

Over the few months we'd been dating, we never went beyond clothed. In potions, when he was stood behind me, I'd press back into him, smiling at the cauldron as he groaned into my hair. During picnic dates, I'd trail my fingers across his exposed skin when his shirt rid up, playing with his waistband.

But we never went beyond that.

I intended to change that tonight.

I perched myself on the arm of the chair that Peter was sat in, placing my arm on the back of it, and announced myself.

His friends greeted me before he did. James leant forward, voicing his opinion that we should've gone with the house elf and mistress costume, which I'm sure Peter would've glared at him for, had his eyes not been glued to my tits - which happened to be conveniently close to his face, given my position.

I chuckled at James, moving my hand from the back of the chair to thread through Peter's hair. "Hey, love."

Smiling up at me, his hand rested low on my back, lower than it usually did. Looks like I wasn't the only eager one tonight.

Remus coughed and stood, obviously being able to read the room. He excused himself, waiting for James and Sirius to follow, which they didn't. Turning my head and sending them a light glare, I watched as they scrambled up, excusing themselves to get a drink, despite their half-full glasses on the table.

"You look beautiful," Peter commented, his hand travelling over the round of my ass, which was - unfortunately for me - covered by my dress.

I smiled, thanking him. "And you...look so pretty." I played with his hair, watching in interest and amusement as his cheeks heated. "Are you warm, love?"

"Mhm," he hummed, tugging at the collar of his white shirt.

I chuckled. "Come on, love." He let me pull him up and towards his dorm.

He shut the door behind us, locking the door. I turned, shocked at his action but smiling anyway. "Merlin, it was so hot in there." Peter moved towards his bed, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt before sitting.