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lilithcromwell · a day ago
Hi I just wanted to check in and ask if you would like to take this request! It’s completely fine if you aren’t doing requests right now or if you just don’t want to do it for your own reasons, I don’t want to put any pressure on your whatsoever! Just wanted to quickly say how much I appreciate you giving us your stories and words for absolutely F R E E 🧎🏻
So I would like to request Professor!Remus x fem!reader where they spend a day in Hogsmeade (as a secret couple bc both are insecure about their age difference), flirting and Remus and reader, both hinting/talking a little dirty. Continuously teasing each other but as soon as things can get real they stop/find a silly excuse to visit another place 🥰 And once they are back at the castle Remus can‘t take it anymore and wants his love to sit on his face and make all the things they hinted at throughout the day become reality 🥺
I hope that wasn’t too specific?? Please change this as you will, I hope you can have fun with this request :)
a/n: i don't want to charge people for stories, it makes me pressured and i doubt my own capabilities. also i had to make up 2 characters for this to work so just imagine whoever you want them to look like. this is probably one of my favorites so far and enjoy (cause i was in the mood to make this reach 4k words).
teasing can only go a long way, let alone in public. so when you and Remus finally had enough, you and your lover take the risk and make a quick stop at the very back of the castle.
PAIRING: Professor!Remus X Student!Reader
WARNINGS ➨ NSFW, teasing, dirty talk, public sex, male and female oral, penetration, multiple rounds & orgasms, praise kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, fingering, choking, age gap (reader is of age)
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“Shut up! It's not like the snow will melt that fast!”
You headed for the door, coat falling from your shoulders. Putting your wand inside your coat, you followed your two peers out of your dorm. The chilly weather was already beating the heat of your body the minute you all descended down the staircase to the common room.
“The later we go down to Hogsmeade, the more chances we have of missing out on the good food.” Amory reasoned, being 4 steps in the lead from you and Aidan. Scrunching your eyebrows, you noticed her out of place body language.
“At least that's what she says,” Aidan whispers, walking down beside you at a safe distance from Amory. “That's code for 'flirting with the Quidditch Captain’.” He grins, keeping watch from her sudden reactions.
“Which one?” You whispered back, causing both of you to laugh under your breath. You three reached the bottom of the staircase, entering the nearly empty common room.
The heat from the fireplace helped your chilled bodies warm up from the cold. A few 3rd years were still chatting, 1st years bunched into a group as they left through the painting.
“Oliver.” He answered, while you nodded, rubbing your shoulders with force.
“Shush!” Amory exclaimed, bringing up a hand, causing you both to flinch and shut your mouths. Turning your heads, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain was passing by near your group.
He gave Amory a smile along a wink, which sent her blood to rush to her cheeks in just a snap.
Once he was out of view, you and Aidan pushed her down from the common room ‘til the castle doors. Her flustered manner made her freeze up and almost faint.
Pulling out your letters, you all head towards Professor McGonagall from afar. Taking small walks through the nearly covered steps, she gave you all smiles as you passed her the pieces of parchment.
“Be back inside the castle before dinner.” She noted, making sure to check the signatures on each form properly. “No dilly dallying, please. Stay clear of restricted areas and keep yourselves at Professor Lupin’s supervision.” McGonagall finishes with a smile, while you raise your eyebrows from surprise.
“P-Professor Lupin?” You stuttered along with a nervous chuckle. Aidan and Amory turned their attention to you, noticing the flickering of your voice.
“Yes, dear. Professor Lupin.” McGonagall repeats, bowing her head downwards.
Her glasses fell to her nose and her eyebrow rose from suspicion. Before you could say another word, you heard your friends take a step back.
“You called?” A voice behind you asked and the heat from your body radiated even from the atmosphere’s temperature. Twisting your body behind you, you see Remus directly over your figure.
Now, you have to react to this situation with caution. You had 4 pairs of eyes on you. Three who’re starting to get concerned and one that knows well of your state.
Letting out a nervous smile, you nodded your head at him (as if you two weren’t fooling around the night before).
“Professor.” He gave you a smile and turned to your friends, then back at you.
“Shall we?” Giving him a smile, you began to stroll away from McGonagall beside him while Amory and Aidan kept their eyes on you two. Nervousness was building up inside you each breath you took.
Whenever you were with Remus, you couldn’t control yourself. No holding back. And absolutely taking action.
But in public? It didn’t help that the age gap between you two was prominent. It is frowned upon. So you two had to keep your relationship between the walls of his office for a few more months after you graduated.
You both waited for your friends to walk away before initiating any form of conversation. Remus kept giving you slight glances, which troubled you that the two nosy heads beside you could’ve seen.
The light layer of snow beneath your boots made noises every time you stepped on the path, the only sound noticeable from the silence you were in.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Amory pointing towards the distance then ran to its direction, dragging Aidan with her. The tension from both your shoulders defused.
“You never said anything about you chaperoning..” You whispered, looking around to the crowd of students passing by. Remus moved an inch beside you and placed his hands inside his pocket, still strolling side by side.
“It was a last minute decision.” He replied in a low tone, but you sensed the amusement from his voice even with your gaze up ahead.
Nodding, you broke out a sarcastic smile. “Of course it was…” You mumbled under your breath.
“Hm?” Remus leaned in and focused himself on you, your cheeks glowing with a slight tint of red. But then again that could just be the weather.
The werewolf knew of your words, but wanted to put your dynamic in bed into the table by making you repeat your words.
“Nothing. I didn't say anything.”
A few 1st years laughing passed by, Remus moving away from you. When they were nowhere near, he inched dangerously close. “Careful with what you're saying, dear. Professor Snape is also chaperoning.”
Sighing, you nodded. “Of course he is.”
You take the ends of your coat and take it off your shoulders, only your thick sweater and turtleneck being left behind. Remus glanced at you, having a double take prior to stopping his movements.
You folded the coat to your arms, and sighed then looked back at Remus. “You aren't wearing your coat? You won't last a minute in those.” Remus drew himself closer, eyes looking outwards for any attention on both of you.
Of course, situations like this always had a silver lining. You can easily flip the card and have the upper hand. The right word to describe it would be…
“I can definitely last longer than a minute. An hour even.” His look of concern altered.
The expression he had could easily be pointed out. Remus knew what you meant, and you did too. It’s just up to him if he’ll play along or call you out. Your layers could only keep you warm for a short amount of time, so your game better work.
If not, then you’d surely pass away from hypothermia.
You started to crave for something sweet. Looking around you, you spotted a few students from your house leaving Honeydukes.
Looking over to Remus, who still looked quite disturbed from your previous words (perhaps his mind was beginning to wonder if you could last an hour).
Locking eyes with him, you glance towards him and Honeydukes simultaneously and he eventually takes it as a sign.
The problem was the two of you had to walk at the same pace and position. If in a situation, you were to follow him from behind, you looked desperate to other students.
If Remus were the one to follow you, it would look far more severe to other eyes around.
So you both made sure to walk together and not leave the other one behind. A few strands of your hair fell on your face, making you toss it back. Remus’ gaze flickered for just a second, taking in the undeniable charm you were giving him.
As you both entered Honeydukes, a few students greeted him with a smile or a wave, and you made sure to keep your distance. Strolling and stopping near a section, you grabbed an Acid Pop before seeing a shadow over tower you from behind.
“Are you sure about that?” Remus narrowed his eyes, looking back at the green candy.
“It can burn a hole right through your tongue—Hello!” He smiles at a group of Hufflepuffs that was on the other side and you ducked your head down from their view.
Noting his reminder on your head, you went and reached for the Liquorice Wands instead. He watched as you surveyed it up close before jerking his head to the other direction when you pointed it at him.
You chuckled from his reaction before freezing up when you see Ron and Hermione eyeing you two from the other side of the store.
Losing eye contact, you just grabbed a Sugar Quill along with Exploding Bonbons and checking out. Of course to not make it suspicious, Remus got a chocolate frog to which you smirked at (seeing as you predicted he might).
Exiting the store, the sweet scent lingered away as you stood outside. You broke open one of the Liquorice Wands and started eating it as Remus watched. You pulled the treat away from your mouth and pointed it towards him, asking if he wanted a bite.
He instead gave you his teacher's gaze (the one that makes you feel guilty and little), but you laughed it off instead. Returning the other end in your mouth, you discreetly chewed on the very tip before slightly pushing it in and out of your mouth.
“We're in public,” he warned with a firm voice. “If you haven't already noticed from the 1st years who have been eyeing us since you started giggling.” He titled his head so little that even you couldn’t catch it from how discreetly he did it.
You turned towards them from afar, a few shops away. You could see the brunette girl looking away when you focused on her.
“They're first years. They won't solve the puzzle that quickly.”
“Is that so? Well, they're making up theories right this second. The girl's sure we're dating, while the boy's still unsure but he's seconds away from breaking.” Remus gritted between his teeth.
“Fucking shit.” You mumbled under your breath, moving away from him and going down to their direction.
He furrowed his eyebrows before realizing a reason you were heading to them. Instead of coming closer, you gave them a small wave along with a smile and the boy gave a nod, while the girl kept her eyes to the floor.
Remus took a few seconds before following you and seeing you enter The Three Broomsticks. You sat down at an empty seat near the counter and felt him sit next to you.
You quickly ordered butterbeer then returned back to your conversation.
“Aren't you supposed to be chaperoning?” You taunted.
“The only reason I came is because of you.” Remus responded, seeing you receive your butterbeer.
“You just can't get enough of me, can't you?” You smirked, then brought the tall glass up to your lips and took a big drink. The foamy texture met your lips as you gulped, causing you to lick your lips.
“Don't give me that look.” He suddenly cuts in.
“What look?”
“You know what.”
“All I know is that I want to see your head in between my legs right now…” You mumbled low, locking eyes with him. Remus’ eyebrow twitched. Although, his pants started to feel tighter on his end from those words alone.
“How funny do you think teasing is now?”
“Hilarious.” You giggled, taking another sip from your drink.
“Is it now?” His eyes shadowed with lust, a smirk forming on the corners of his lips. You watched, setting down your glass and gulping.
“Well, I happen to picture you rolling your eyes back and squirming from how good you're taking my cock. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Your chest heaved up and down slowly, legs crossed tightly. “More.”
“I want to trail my lips all over your body and hear you moan how you don't want me to stop. I wanna fuck you so bad that I don't care if anyone sees. I know how the thrill of being caught makes you whimper and beg me to not stop even if someones already watching. Not wanting to take all the pleasure away.
“Because you and I know that even when you act like the innocent little girl you're trying to be, I can fuck you dumb.” You tremble, squeezing your thighs together as a feeling builds up on your cunt. Hearing him growl just made you lightly whimper.
“What's wrong?” Remus inched closer. “Already wet down there?” He said in a challenging tone.
You definitely did not see this backfiring.
Remus was right to say the least. Obscene image started to pop up in your head, his words playing over and over, close to being scarred to your memory.
“Don't tempt me, Remus.”
“I don't know what you mean.” He innocently replies. You both gawked at each other, seconds feeling like hours. If anything, you two were close to just kissing in public.
Parting your lips, you lick your upper lips, imagining his exact words playing in your head.
“Fuck this.”
“I can't take it anymore.” Remus groaned, noticing the boner he’s starting to have.
“Tell Professor Snape you need to go back now to read your book alone. Occlumency.” You reminded with a low tone.
“Meet you at the usual?”
“On my way.”
“I’ll be waiting.” You both stood up and hastily headed for the door when Amory and Aidan entered the door. Remus kept walking out while you came to halt. Giving them a small grin, you gulped.
“I'll meet you at Gladrags Wizardwear. I just need to make a...quick stop.” You smiled, heading out the door at the speed of light.
They both watched you run to the castle, then turned to Professor Lupin who was a few seconds delayed and followed your direction. You both met up at the same pace, making Amory chuckle.
“They’re definitely fucking.”
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You held onto Remus’ hand as he guided you to the back of the castle, the tall walls ensuring you both privacy. And the fact that everyone was most likely down at Hogsmeade gave you both an advantage.
Your eyes made a short glimpse at the log, making you remember the one time he fingered you in such close proximity from your classmates.
Reaching the edge of the area, you felt Remus lightly slam you to the walls and closing the gap between your lips. His hands caged you into a position that you couldn’t escape in.
Remus slid his hands that were on the wall, slowly to the curves of your hips. Fluttering your eyes closed, you brought up your hands up to his hair. Fingers looping and combing through his locks, slightly tugging, making him throw his head back while you chuckled.
Continuing the kiss, you bring yourself up from your tippy toes and pressed your body against his. Remus broke the kiss, letting you breathe before pressing your lips back together.
The delay from your movements gave him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Feeling his warm tongue move with yours began making your cunt wet.
Switching positions, he was now at the wall while you drew yourself closer. Pulling your hands away, you started pulling down your underwear from under your skirt.
Remus broke the kiss and bent down as he watched you step out of them. Before you could grab the fabric, he took hold of it and held it up.
“An hour, huh? We’ll see about that.” He trailed his eyes up and down your figure. “You’ll get this later.” He wiggled his eyebrows, then kept your underwear in his pocket.
Drawing yourself closer to his face, you bunched your skirt up to your hips, giving him full access to your already dripping cunt.
“Sit on your throne, princess.” He licked his lips, seeing you sink yourself onto his mouth and breaking out a moan.
Holding onto the wall, your legs started to close (and he was only starting). He flattened his tongue all over your pussy, making sure to reach every inch that had your wetness.
“R-Remus..” You mewled, creasing your eyebrows. Knees starting to fall, Remus kept both his hands on your hips, making sure to keep you still. Flicking his tongue rapidly, you tried to maintain your balance but your legs started to shake.
The sounds you made just gave Remus more motivation. Wanting to hear your sweet cries of pleasure never end. His grip on your hips began to ache.
A feeling building up on your cunt made you swirl your hips and push yourself more to his mouth. He moved his eyes upwards, watching you ride his face and screwing your eyes shut.
Remus stopped his movement, while you whined and inches closer to his face. The urgency you felt to reach an orgasm took control of your body. Whimpering and gasping as you continued, he only stuck his tongue out, swirling it side to side.
Resting your head on the cold concrete wall, a coil built up on your stomach. Your desire to reach release made you bite back a moan as Remus sucked on your pussy.
You rolled your eyes back and gasped for air prior to finally reaching your orgasm. Closing your legs, your lips parted and silently yelled out.
He immediately stood up and reached down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly. Remus pulled his trousers down to his knees while you contained yourself from your previous release and prepared for the next level.
Once he cock was out, he stroked it a few times. His pre cum made you excited and bit your lip, seeing him move closer.
Remus lifted your other leg up, holding onto it with full strength while his eyes stared right at yours.
“First one to make noises loses.” He suddenly mentions, and you threw your head back as his cock entered your cunt. Whimpering at the feeling, he chuckled lightly.
“That quick, huh?”
“Shut up.” You mirrored his grin before it was wiped away from his sudden hard thrust. Having your leg up gave him an opportunity to start fast, hard and deep. Your breath became uneven, him starting to push all of his cock inside you.
Up to this day, you didn’t even think it would fully fit. Turns out you were completely wrong.
Holding onto him firmly, your body started to rock back and forth, slamming to the wall each thrust Remus gave. He groaned as you let out a moan again and again.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“R-Right there—Oh, yes!” His skin was slapping onto yours, the contact of your we cunt and his cock creating lewd sounds that only helped you both reach ecstasy.
Remus pinned your other arm onto the wall, his lips finding your neck. You leaned your face at his cheek while he nibbled at your sensitive spot near your ear.
This man knew exactly what made crazy. And you loved it.
“Such a slut f’me cock, huh..wanting to get fucked out here.” He cooed into your ear, while you just arched your back from his words. His grip on your leg started falling, feeling himself almost reach his climax.
You met with his thrust, making you both cry out. Continuing your actions, your hips met at the same pace, your cunt slamming onto his dick.
“Remus, Remus..oh fuck!”
Biting back your moans, he gave harder thrusts before releasing inside of you with a groan. Feeling his cum drip out of you just made you squirm and reach your orgasm.
Resting your head onto his shoulders, he lazily let go of your leg. You took time to breathe onto his chest, barely feeling yourself having the ability to walk when Remus bends down and disappears from under your skirt.
His tongue made contact with your sensitive cunt, both of your release still dripping down your thigh. The sensitive feeling on your cunt rose while he kept spreading your folds and licking them hungrily.
“You taste like fucking candy.” Remus groaned.
“Mm, yes...Keep eating me out, Remus.” Your body trembled even more than before. He brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed circles with his thumb quickly. Your body immediately wanting to reach another release as he continued his torture.
His other hand slid from your inner thighs before pushing two fingers inside your pussy. Jerking backwards, your mouth was left open when he started at an inhuman pace. Your knees started to fail you, the need to just fall from all the pleasure you were taking in.
Remus started scissoring his two fingers inside you, while you choked out a moan. Curling it upwards, you held yourself back from screaming out loud, remembering where you two were.
Pulling his face away, he continued to push his fingers inside you continuously. You trembled, resting your body onto the wall as you reached your second orgasm.
Eager to get to him, once Remus stood up, you bent down and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock and started to bob your head up and down. He groaned, hand being placed on the wall as he looked down to see you making him feel good.
You pulled your face away, hand stroking his cock up and down then returning your lips around it. Your cheeks started to hurt from how fast you were going, but you still continued your pace.
Remus locked eyes with you, stroking your hair gently. A slick feeling went to your tongue as you licked him from the base up to the tip gently.
He jerked backwards and clenched his jaw. You took all of him once again and hollowed your cheeks, his cock twitching inside of you.
Swirling your tongue, Remus let out grunts following with a few curses. He took the chance and pushed your head further, making you gag.
Screwing your eyes shut, the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, your eyes starting to swell with tears. You swallowed around his cock, making him moan out and cum down your throat. Swallowing gloriously, you glanced up at him as he brought you back to his arms.
Instead of giving you back your underwear, he flips you round and pushes you against the wall before entering his cock into your cunt from behind.
Resting your head on the cold surface of the wall, you felt him move once again for the second time that day.
“Fuck!” You cried out, his dick continuously slamming inside you. Remus rested his back onto yours, feeling you fall apart from his ‘affection’. His hand pulled on your hair, tossing your head backwards onto his shoulders.
“You feel so good..” He groaned into your ear, but all you could reply back was babbles. He can fuck you dumb.
He snaked his hand in front of your neck and choked you from behind, making your moans break. “M-Make me feel good, Remus. P-Please.” You stuttered, feeling the grip on your neck tighten.
“Oh, I'll make you feel good.” He deeply chuckled into your ear, making harder thrusts that made you want everything in the world to just scream.
Arching your back more, his head rested on your shoulders, face towards you, watching every little moan flow out of your lips.
“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Remus said through an inhuman pace that widened your eyes. At this point, sweat was soaking your clothes from all the contact and ‘playing’.
“Filling up this cunt一twice in一one一day?” He grunted with hard thrusts, and you could feel yourself near the reach of ecstasy once more. His grip on your neck tightened as he gave a few more thrusts that made you sure you’d be ruined by the end of this.
Lesson learned: Never tell Remus you could last an hour.
“You want to cum, huh? Does my slut wanna cum on my cock?” You nodded quickly, then felt him remove the hand around your neck but instead place it in between your legs and rub your clit. You shut your legs and let out babbles from how much you just want to cum.
“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”
“Please, I want to cum. Please..”
“Cum for me.”
You both moaned out and held onto each other tighter as both of your releases came. Remus rested his head on your shoulder and gave small kisses. His affection after rough rounds always made your heart flutter.
“For the record, that was only 40 minutes. You still owe me 20.”
— END.
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ddejavvu · 2 days ago
Congrats on 300 darling!! So happy for you :D
Can I get a 🍄 of Remus Lupin with “Okay love that’s enough. C’mere.” Thank you <3
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Thank you lovey!! <3
“You’d really abandon your friend just because they were a werewolf?”
The haughty ravenclaw you’d been heatedly debating with had a sickened expression, “I’d never be friends with those monsters in the first place.”
“But if you didn’t know! If you didn’t know, and that person was your best friend, and then you found out, you’d leave them?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“You’re sick!” You slammed your hands down on the top of his desk, “That’s so bloody shallow of you, no wonder none of your friends actually like you. I wouldn’t either.”
“I’d rather have friends who don’t like me because they’re scared of how powerful I am than friends who don’t like me because I’m annoying. I’ve still got the upper hand here, L/N.”
Sirius finally stood from his seat across the room, storming towards the ravenclaw’s desk and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you back from the desk and nudging you behind him, “That’s not bloody true, mate. This is exactly why we like Y/N, because she’s not afraid to stand up for people when dickheads like you open your fat mouths.”
The ravenclaw cooed patronizingly, “I hope the power of love helps you win the war. I’m at least being smart about this, and our side will win because of it. We’re fighting a war here, not making friendship bracelets.”
“Fighting a war?! I watched you struggle to tie your shoes this morning, I pity whoever’s leading the army you’re a part of.” You slipped around Sirius, leaning over the ravenclaw’s desk once more.
Before he could respond, you felt a hand encircle your waist, and you let yourself be tugged backwards into someone’s chest.
“Okay love, that’s enough. C’mere,” Remus’s voice was soft and soothing in your ear, and managed to cool the white hot rage that had filled your system only moments before.
“James and Sirius’ll take care of him. Let’s go and get some lunch, alright?”
You nodded, grabbing Remus’s hand that had retreated from around your waist and staying close by his side as you made your way to the Great Hall, an adoring smile on his lips the entire way.
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gotkindabored · 9 hours ago
Third of December
It’s winter, snowy and cold, but Remus’ jumpers always looked better on his girlfriend anyway.
PAIRING: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
CONTENT: fluff, fluff, fluff! no spell check
NOTES: Moony my beloved <3 This is based off of Conan Gray's 'Heather.’
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Resting upon the pavement and oak trees in perfect white, snow fell; little crystals casting gold in the streetlights that mingled with the twinkling stars that just appeared with a navy blue and deep purple sky.
The chill managed to seep past the closed windows and through her thick clothes, biting her skin as she stared out the window from her little flat with Remus. Her hands clasped together, rubbing to generate friction and warmth but failed to create anything substantial.
Faint music played in the background, the record player switching on and off by itself, enchanted by magic to switch a vinyl every once in a while. Currently, a love song played.
Light footsteps sounded behind her, coming closer and closer until a pair of arms, warm and strong, wrapped around her torso and pulled her close.
“Remus,” she sighed, relaxing into his hold as he pressed himself against her back. She felt a small kiss pressed to the crown of her hair before he rested his chin on her shoulder.
They stood like that for a bit; staring out the window while watching the snow collect and build.
Remus nuzzled his face to the side of her neck and she giggled at the feeling of his nose brushing against exposed skin.
“You’re shaking, my love,” he murmured.
“It’s cold.”
Remus paused, his grip tightening for a moment before spinning her around. His eyes were thoughtful until he detached himself and tugged his cream-white jumper off. His hair flopped, dishevelled, as he pulled it over her head, her arms finding the sleeves as it hung around her frame.
She looked up to him, hands placing on his chest as he pulled her back against him. “But you’ll be —”
“Shh,” he cut off. “Besides, it looks better on you than me.”
Warmth seemed to take over her whole body, and it wasn’t from the jumper.
It was just polyester, fried and worn at the edges, but well-loved and adorned. A symbol of more than just love but anchoring her soul and intertwining with his.
“Thank you.”
A grin grew on Remus’ face, causing small dimples to appear by his mouth and crinkling the lines by his eyes. And somehow, his hair managed to glow golden brown, as if he were the snow in the streetlight — caused by the dimmed and brothy candlelight in the background.
His head tilted to the side, cupping her cheek. She had him mesmerized with just touch alone.
“I can’t believe it’s already the third of December.”
She hummed, mind already reeling and churning as a flurry of memories zipped past. Remus had other plans, grabbing her wrist to twirl her around, now in sync with the music. Her giggling, his light chuckling, filled the room as he tried to dip her, only to fail miserably and nearly slip. Instead, they switched to swaying, better for them and Remus’ long limbs.
There was a simplicity of that day that was monumental. With mugs filled with red wine on the table, Remus' chocolate, their slight drunken dancing and hearts aglow that shielded them both from the cold. Even their eyes twinkled brighter than even gems couldn't match.
“You’re such an angel.”
With Remus, love songs started to make sense, both singing in perfect harmony.
“Not too bad yourself, Moony.”
He laughed, nose scrunching. Continuing to sway, he leant forward and pressed his forehead against hers with a smile so warm she forgot it was winter. Words were left unsaid, but spoken through every touch, shy glance and warm lips - both shouted in a secret language.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her nose.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek.
This time, a finger hooked beneath her chin and raised her to look up to him.
“I love you,” he whispered like an oath, a sacred prayer, kissing her lips.
She wasn’t sure when she slipped her heart into the palms of Remus’ hands; letting him hold it, cradle it, place it into the pockets of his jeans. But there it would remain, safe, sound and warm.
“I love you too,” she muttered back, utterly breathless. “Happy anniversary.”
Remus couldn’t help but let his heart soar. He had found a love that made him soft, encouraged his soul to chase and make the fall less frightening. They managed to find each other, two futures that woven themselves together that unravelled knots in the endless constellation.
He hung onto every word as the rest of his life flashed a smile at him.
And then he kissed her, again and again. Again.
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bananaspice · 2 days ago
Regulus my love,
Guys, I’m in a regulus Black mood, can anyone recommend any good Regulus black fics/series?
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just-fan-fics · a day ago
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parinting: remus lupin x gn!student!reader
summary: you follow the golden trio to de wimping willow, and find out that remus is a werewolf, something that he never told you.
warining: angst, no happy ending
a/n: sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes English is not my first language. Also reader doesn’t have a specific description so everybody can read it.
“Ron!” you hear a scream coming from your right. You look trying to see something in the dark but it’s really difficult so you decide to follow the sound. 
When you get to the sound, you can see Ron being pulled by a black dog while Harry and Hermione try to help him. You waste no time and run towards them trying to help too but to no use because when you make it, the dog has already taken Ron inside the wimping willow. 
You look at both Harry and Hermione knowing what will it take to make it pass the tree to get Ron. With a nod you run for it being knock down to the grounds when a branch hits you. You all take turn to try to get in until you make it.
You walk up the dusty stairs behing the duo trying not to make any noise, Harry and Hermione make it first, yelling Ron’s name when they enter the room. You turn around when you hear a noise coming from that same room and see a figure aproching the four of you. You put yourself in front of the trio when you see Sirius Black aproching from the dark. Your wand up pointing at him ready to defend yourselves at any moment. What you didn’t expect is to see Remus coming in and placing himself next to Sirius. You look at him in question, but before he can say anything Hermione speaks.
“It’s him, he’s been helping him. He’s a werewolf” 
“You’re a clever witch, when did you find out?” Remus asks. “When Snape told us to do an essay about werewolfs” Hermione responds.
You look at Remus with teary eyes, he looks at you but says nothing and suddlenly everything makes sense. The days he was absent, or the pale face, the new wounds... You thought he trusted you enough to tell you something like that, but guess you were wrong. 
Remus walks behind you helping Ron get out after everything was resolved and the truth about Sirius, Peter Pettigrew and what really happened that night was out. You are pointing your wand to the ground illuminating the path with a Lumus charm. You haven’t talk to him and you are not sure if you want to, hearing your doubts out loud and them being true is something that you don’t want to face. 
Once outside, Sirius heads with Harry to speak with him while Hermione tends Ron. “Can we talk?” you hear a whisper behind you. You turn and look him in the eye, those honey eyes that makes everything around you dissapear and silence, warmth and love embraces you. 
You nod your head. He walks to get a little far from everyone so no one can hear what he has to say to you. You follow him, your stomach a pit of nerves and the anxiety and overthinking getting the best of you. He turns and looks to the ground scratching the back of his neck trying to find the correct words to say. 
But, before he can say anything Hermione screams. “Harry!” she says pointing at the full moon.
You look at the moon and then back at Remus, not sure what to do or how to react. He takes a few steps away from you even though you try your best to get to him. The noises of his bones cracking fill up the silence and your heart and your heart twists with pain, seeing him writhe in pain is something your heart can't take.
He finally stops and he whines not moving, concerned you take a few steps ahead calling his name on a whisper trying to soothe him in some way, but Hermione takes your arm not letting you take another step. You look back at her with pleading eyes, but she has her eyes fixed on Remus. He howls and starts to take threatening steps towards you before Sirius jumps in on his animagus form.
The last thing you see is Remus running into the forest.
You walk up the stairs to Remus’ office with heavy feet. You knock on the door and open it, seeing Remus packing his things. “Hey” he says softly looking at you and putting a book down. You look at him noticing a new scar on his face and your heart breaks in pain of seeing him like that and knowing that that’s something you can’t control.
“I’ve looked worse, believe me” he says noticing the way you are looking at him. If he is trying to make you feel better, he doesn’t.
“You’re leaving” you speak finally. “Yeah, I don’t want to wait for the angry letters from the parents. I rather leave it like this”. You nod understanding, not really knowing what else to say.
You decide not to postpone it and you start to speak. “I came here to tell you that, I’m not scare of you being a werewolf and that I don’t look at you differently as I did before. I fell in love for who you are and this doesn’t change that, I still love you like the first day” you look at him, eyes watering. His too. “But, when I found out about it, I started wondering why you didn’t tell me and I guess, is because I never made you trust me enough to tell me. And I understant, really, at the end I’m just a teenager that doesn’t know much about life” you sadly smile. 
He didn’t know what to say. There was a reason why he didn’t tell you before, but that was not the reason. He was scared of scaring you off, he didn’t want to loose you and he was afraid that if he did tell you, you’ll leave him. 
Before he can say anything you speak again. “I want to wish you a wonderful and happy life because you, Remus John Lupin, deserve it more than anyone”.
You turn around and leave his office not letting him speak. The tears are running down you cheeks and the sound of your heart breaking makes you impossible to hear anything else. You love Remus like you’ve never loved someone before, you don’t know if you’ll ever forget him, but you don’t really want to. 
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Painted With Sin
Summary: The Marauders are quite fond of your innocence, and they want to take it. Basically just smut without plot (lmao im bad at summaries)
Warning(s): Smut. Foresome. Innocence, corruption, size, degradation and daddy kink. Some overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification, clit slapping. Mention of oral sex. Pet names. Some Wolfstar.
a/n: don't let the title fool you, this is filthy as fuck 💀
You're quite beautiful they think. No, not beautiful. Perfect perhaps would be more well fitted.
A part of them wants to keep you enclosed in the innocence of your mind, want you to be a symbol of chastity— something that all the three lack. The other part wants to steal it. Have your purity painted with sin. They're not certain whichever they like most.
They press their lips against the smooth sculptured skin. "Our precious little doll" Says Sirius; a heavy hand adorned with silver wrapped around your throat.
You're on top, Remus in and under you. He lowly hisses through every drag of your hips. And you break everytime. Shudder as the length of him reaches those spots within you.
They're amused, grinning as they watch you struggle to take him. The pants; the sweat; the shaking. They think it's fucking wonderful.
"You’re so fucking small dove. Can't even take Remmy’s cock yourself" James teases, slender fingers interwined with yours. Tongue licking up your breasts.
"I- I can! M’big girl" You fight, bouncing harder on Remus’ cock. He groans as you do so, you whimper and whine; still being sensitive from being eaten out like you were the sweetest piece of candy.
Sirius lays his hand down your back, held you back in his hands and then they pressed against your spine— forcing you to arch you back.
"Oh fuck, you're such a pretty whore" Remus moaned, as his nails digged into you.
A sob heaved through you at the movement. But you kept on moving, hips working and working and working. James softens slightly, kneading your tit and then pushing strands of hair out of your face, kissing along the sensitive spot behind your earlobe.
However Sirius seemed to tease you a bit more; he'd always been cruel to you whenever you lay tangled in the bedsheets.
"What happened little slut?" He mocks; placing a firm pat on your bum "Thought you were a big girl, why are y’crying?"
You bit your lip as you tried your best to give him a glare, eyes still teary from having to take Remus’ huge cock, which was absolutely demolishing you from below.
"Give her a break Siri, she's jus’ a tiny baby afterall" he smirks, grabbing your waist and finally— fucking finally beginning to take lead as he thrust from under you.
Your breasts bounced with each forceful thrust; and you lost about all control over your body as his brutality never faultered.
James and Sirius blown away by the sight of you struggling on top of Remus. Their cock standing tall as they softly stroked themselves.
"Daddy, d-daddy stop. M’gonna- gonna cum"
But of course they already knew that. Judging by the furrowing of your brows, the scratching of your fingers across their skin; they knew— knew you were almost on the verge of breaking.
James sucks on your nipples hard, as Sirius travels around the curves of you, either through his mouth or through his hands.
And then you cum. The coil in your stomach unraveling in the most pleasurable of ways.
You collapse then and there on his chest. Heavily breathing as you come down from you climax, and Remus still lay hard inside of you; and every small movement resulted in a cry bubbling out from you from sensitivity. The second orgasm almost too much.
You didn't feel the throbbing of him, the hot warm feeling of being filled up.
An indication that he; infact didn't cum.
And now you were fucked.
"Remmy didn't get to cum babygirl" James growls, pulling your hair and arching your back again.
"Sorry daddy"
"Sorry's not gonna get him off now is it? Such a dumb slut." A tut of disapproval came, "Lay down now"
They was no delicacy in the way he pulled out, and you thumped against the mattress.
The black haired man's hand wrapped around the lenght of Remus as you stared, making an absolute mess on your thighs.
James got on top of you, his hands grabbing your ankles— and then shoving your knees right up to your chest.
Your legs spread up wide, puffy cunt exposed as the three of them stared down at you, all their attention now towards you; they looked at you as if you were all that mattered in this world.
James ran his hand along your abdomen, drawing little circles before sloppily rubbing your folds, spreading your arousal everywhere as you squirmed from the painful pleasure.
"Such a sweet cunt." He whispered, pecking your lips softly.
A grunt came from above you, you turned you head as if to inspect the sound only to be met by Sirius and Remus tirelessly fisting at each others cock.
They were sweaty, grunting and groaning due to the bliss of it— sounds obscene.
The perception of it was pure fucking erotica.
They both smirked at your coveted expression. You eyes never so damn avid as much as they were now.
But then it suddenly hurt. Result of the curly haired boy's hand smaking your cunt. You let out a cry, legs closing before they were opened up again.
"Keep your fucking legs open, y’wanna be a good girl for daddy don't you?" He hissed, now soothing the place he'd recently striked.
"Yes, daddy. Want- Wanna be your good girl, p-please"
He chuckles lowly, his hand raising up and coming down to your heat again, as you jolt up, again struggling to keep your legs up and open.
You count every strike, shaking and whimpering in pain as he hits you again and again. Sometimes your cunt, sometimes your thighs, and ever so rarely your tits.
"20" you whimpered as his last smack came, the tears that ran from your eyes making an absolute mess on your soft cheeks.
"Look at your pretty pussy bunny" Sirius said, bucking his hips into Moony's hand. "So fucking red isn't it?"
You gasped as you stared down, nodding at him. You felt James’ mouth on the inside of your breast, his teeth grazing the soft plush skin and then suddenly he slipped a finger inside of you.
"No!" You protested, yanking his hand away from you but it got shoved aside quickly. "I can't"
"Mmm, sure you can poppet" Remus encouraged, grinning at you widely as James played with you.
Two thick fingers are buried deep inside you. His mouth sucking and biting and teasing your tits as his fingers curl. They work in such a perfect manner that every thrust has your back arching and your toes curling.
"That's it, doll"
The sight of the two boys playing with each other already had a coil forming inside you.
His digits thrust in and out faster. Deeming you closer and closer to the edge. Unexpectedly, James’ other hand circles your bud— tearing the third orgasm of the night from you.
You're sobbing, shaking— in a way sinful.
Just how they liked; just how they desired.
Your lids open the black canvas, and the two are now beside you, breathless as their almost at their climax, and then their cum shoots over you.
Sirius’ cum spills over your tits and stomach, your body covered with all of him; and Remus’ dribbled down from his top and onto your face, even reaching the strands of you hair.
Painted with sin. Right in their arms.
Just as you let yourself rest slightly, you're grabbed by them.
"You didn't think we were done with you now? Oh we're far from that, get on all fours darling"
They corrupt you, but there was a certain beauty in their destruction. Because then again— innocence never lasts.
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pinkandblueblurbs · 2 months ago
pillow princess
remus and sirius find out reader is james’s pillow princess
Marauders x Fem!reader. Casual discussions of sex, d/s, degradation, oral (male receiving), threesome, riding, crying, praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, smoking
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James lets out a heavy sigh as he collides with the common room couch, his quidditch bag meeting the ground with an equally heavy thud.
“Hard practice?” Remus inquires, not looking up from the book his nose is buried in. Beside him, Sirius is lighting a cigarette behind cupped hands.
“I’d say. Can hardly feel m’bloody legs.” James mutters, lethargic limbs spread wide on the sofa’s expanse. The boys’ conversation comes to a halt as you saunter into the room.
“Jamie” you whine upon seeing the familiar mop of dark curls peeking over the back of the couch, quickly making your way over and seating yourself in his open lap. Your fingers curl anxiously around the material of his quidditch uniform, fixing him with a pout. “Was lookin’ for you.”
“I was at practice, bug, y’know that” he murmurs, large hand moving to rub soothingly at your back.
“Need you” you whimper, shifting atop him, ignoring the soft snickers the two boys behind you let out. James simpers.
“Yeah? Y’feelin’ needy?” He questions tauntingly, reaching up to cup your chin. You nod, keeping your gaze wide and pleading.
“Yes, daddy,” more snickers fall on deaf ears “right now.” You give his uniform a firm tug to drive the point home.
“Alright, alright.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Go upstairs and wait f’me, babydoll. Daddy’ll come take care of you.” You grin at the assurance, leaning forward to press a brief kiss of gratitude to his lips.
“Thank you!” You hop off his lap, a new, eager skip in your step as you bounce up the stairs. “Hurry, please!” Is the last the boys hear before the familiar, distant open and close of their dormitory door.
James heaves himself to his feet with a groan, legs aching from his previous exertion.
“Gods, I love ‘er, but this may near kill me.” He complains half jokingly as he throws his bag over his shoulder.
“Just have ‘er ride you, mate.” Sirius suggests casually around the fag between his lips, thumb flicking the spark wheel of his lighter idly. James lets out a breathy laugh.
“Yeah, right.”
“Whaddya mean yeah right?” Remus pipes up now, brown eyes finally flitting up from the pages before them. James blinks at him, caught off guard by his question.
“Well- that’s just- it doesn’t really work like that.”
“Y’mean she doesn’t ride you?” Sirius scoffs, the beginnings of a goading smirk forming on his face. James swallows.
“Fine, then.” Remus holds back any taunts in favor of trying to offer more suggestions. “Just eat her out, that’ll be easier on you. Then have her return the favor.” James shifts his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, shaking his head.
“I’d still have to fuck her.”
“Cause she doesn’t do that-“ James’s words are cut off by a bark of Sirius’s laughter.
“Lemme get this straight.” He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers. “The girl calls you daddy, but you don’t have her get on her knees for you?”
Bright crimson paints the apples of James’s cheeks. “Yeah…” Sirius lets out another bought of laughter, elbowing Remus, who’s now letting out soft chuckles himself.
“Jamie’s got himself a little pillow princess.” Sirius sneers, giving James a mocking grin before sucking in another lungful of smoke. James’s flush deepens.
“I do not!”
“You kinda do, mate.” Remus admits, his taunting smirk more subtle but still present. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
“No, no, I’m in charge-“ James tries to insist, but Sirius cuts him off.
“Not really, not with you spoilin’ her like that.” He points out, giving James pause. As the words sink in the bespectacled boy lets out a sigh.
“I don’t wanna be mean to her.”
“‘S not being mean, James.” Remus puts down his book, looking at the younger male seriously. “You’re her dom, you have a right to make some demands. And she has a safe word, yeah?” James nods. “Exactly. If she’s really not comfortable, she can let you know.”
“You’ve just gotta give her a little push, show ‘er who’s boss.” Sirius pipes up, the words coming out with a plume of smoke. James’s fingers scratch unsurely at the back of his head.
“That’s not really my strong suit.”
“We could help.” James’s eyes widen at Remus’s words, his arm falling to his side in a beat of shocked silence.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.” James can tell from his expression that he isn’t, but it still doesn’t seem plausible. Remus shrugs. “Only if you want us to, of course.”
James’s eyes flit between the two boys, Remus’s gaze genuine and Sirius’s hopeful. He considers his options- he’s really not good at being firm, you really do have him totally whipped, he trusts both boys completely, and you could of course say no if you weren’t comfortable.
“Yeah… alright.” He says after a moment, the words slow but sure. Sirius’s expression breaks out into an all out grin.
“Oh fuck yeah.” He’s up in an instant, leaning down to smoosh his cigarette into the glass ashtray on the coffee table. “Let’s go.” James’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, now.” The raven haired male says. “Unless you wanna go up there and fuck her.” He gestures to James’s still aching legs, and the thought alone of doing anything strenuous with them feels painful. James nods.
“Right. Let’s go, then.”
“Finally” you gripe as you hear the door open, sitting up in James’s bed, pleased to be getting the attention you’ve been waiting for. A confused expression settles on your features, however, when behind your boyfriend enter Remus and Sirius.
“What’re you guys doing here?”
“They wanted to come help me with somethin’, baby.” James explains, though his words only make your brows furrow more.
“Thought you were gonna… y’know, take care of me” you murmur, further extending your lower lip as your fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. You scowl as Sirius plops down beside you on the foot of James’s bed.
“Prongs takes care of you a lot, doesn’t he?” Sirius croons, angling his body towards you as he awaits your answer.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Well, darling, don’t you think you outta return the favor?” Remus asks now, stalking over to stand beside James, large hands stuffed in his pockets. You cock your head in confusion, making the boys simper.
“Whaddya mean return the favor?”
“We mean do the work for once, pup. Make him feel good.”
“Fucking me feels good!” You defend, crossing your arms.
“Oh of course it does, doll-” James starts to coo, but Remus interjects.
“But all you’re doin’ is laying there and taking it. Y’gotta learn to put in some effort. You wanna make your daddy happy, don’t you?” The lycanthrope asks, making you nod eagerly, and James silently marvels at his ability to know exactly what to say to have you agreeing without complaint.
“Atta girl” Sirius croons, reaching out to cup your face. “We’re gonna help teach y’how to please Prongs, alright? Gonna be good for us?” Your cunt pulses at the question, and the soft stroke of his thumb over your jaw, and your head bobbles in another nod.
“Use your words with us, please.” Remus instructs, making you quickly realize that he runs things a bit differently than James does.
“Yes, I’ll be good.” You parrot, making the boys smirk.
“Better.” Remus reaches out to grasp your arm, firmly guiding you to your feet, and Sirius follows. “Now, up you get. And you sit down, James, get comfortable.”
You watch as your dom does just that, seating himself on the foot of the bed, legs comfortably wide. Your mouth waters when you catch the prominent bulge in his trousers. Sirius must notice you staring, as he lets out a snicker.
“Y’see that, puppy? Y’want his cock?” He taunts, and you nod. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me. In my pussy” you murmur, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the aching of your core. Sirius tuts, slender fingers coming out to grasp your face, squeezing enough to make your lips jut out.
“I dunno about that, doll, you’re practically drooling.” He gives your head a little shake before releasing his grip. “Why don’t you get on your knees, try havin’ it in your mouth?”
“But-“ Remus’s hands are on your shoulders, pushing you downwards with a heavy pressure.
“That wasn’t actually a question, love.” You whimper as your knees hit the floor. “Go on and get his cock out, no more fuckin’ around.”
You pout but do as he says, reaching out to work open the button of James’s fly before tugging down the zipper. Your gaze flits upwards to your boyfriend’s face, and you feel a surge of pride at his blown pupils and all around hungry expression.
“Good girl, babydoll, y’look so pretty down on your knees f’me.” James praises, making your heart flutter. You pull down the elastic of his boxers to allow his hard length to spring free, licking your lips as the rouged member rests heavily against his abdomen.
“Go on, poppet.” Remus coaxes. “Give it a few strokes first, then get it in y’mouth.” You nod and follow his instructions, reaching out to grasp James’s thick cock. You stroke upwards along the velvety shaft, noting the way the action makes his breath hitch. You repeat the motion a few more times, feeling his cock swell to full hardness beneath your fingertips.
“Alright, that’s enough. Get to it.” Remus prompts after a while. You swallow, glancing up at James unsurely. He offers you a soft smile and a reassuring nod.
“Do what he says, baby, c’mon. I wanna feel y’mouth.” He murmurs, reaching out to gently grasp the back of your head and coax you forwards. You let him guide you, let your lips fall open as you angle his cock and feed it into your mouth.
It feels heavy on your tongue, the blunt head warm and unfamiliar, and a musky, salty flavor bleeds onto your tastebuds, making your nose scrunch up.
“Suck, pup, like ‘s one of your sweets.” You hear Sirius’s voice instruct. You listen, suckling on James’s cock like you would a lollipop. James lets out a pleased sigh, and the noise eggs you on. You swirl your tongue experimentally around the tip, occasionally teasing it in his slit, and feel more pride swell within you when James releases a soft moan.
“Good girl, angel, just like that.” His voice sounds breathless as you continue your ministrations.
“See, darling? You’re making your daddy feel so good.” Remus coos, further encouraging you.
“Alright, let’s go deeper now.” Your eyes widen slightly at Sirius’s words, and then even further when you feel the firm pressure of his hand at the back of your head. He pushes you down, feeding more of James’s cock past your lips until his head sponges over the back of your throat, making you gag. His hold doesn’t let up.
“Breathe through your nose, bunny, and swallow. Concentrate on not gagging.” You do your best to follow Remus’s firm instructions, the channel of your throat fluttering around James’s shaft as you struggle not to choke, making him moan at the tight sensation. You’re unable to hold back another violent gag, and finally Sirius’s hold lets up, allowing you to pull off James’s cock, sputtering and coughing as you suck in lungfulls of air.
“Fuck, baby, you okay?” James asks, concern evident alongside the arousal in his tone. Before you regain the ability to speak, Remus does so for you.
“She’s fine, Prongs, just needs a second.” He reaches down, his touch surprisingly soft as it strokes over your head. “This is how she learns.”
You’ve finally regained control of your breathing, and you look up at James with watery eyes, wet trails mapping the paths of tears on your cheeks. Your boyfriend coos, reaching out to thumb away the moisture.
“Here, pup, I’ll help.” Sirius offers, catching on to your struggle. He reaches out and grasps James’s cock without hesitation, making the male gasp. “Lemme show you- watch closely.”
Without missing a beat Sirius leans forward, taking at first the head of James’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuckin hell, Pads- oh” James’s words end in a pleasured gasp as Sirius pushes forward. You watch in wide eyed awe as the clearly well practiced male takes the entire length of your boyfriend’s cock down his throat, the column of it bulging slightly, until his nose is nestled in James’s pubic hair.
“Y’see that, doll?” Remus murmurs, crouching down beside you to direct your gaze. “You can tell he’s breathin’ through his nose. And he’s keeping his eyes up so Jamie can see how pretty they are when they’re filled with tears.” You nod dumbly, engrossed in the erotic sight before you. Sirius’s throat spasms slightly, but to your astonishment he doesn’t pull back, and James lets out an outright moan.
“And there he swallowed, probably to keep from gagging. That feels really good f’James, makes his throat nice and tight around his cock.” Remus explains. Your eyes dart up once again to James’s face, finding his head thrown back, cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, lips slack as he lets out gasping breaths. You find yourself desperate to be the one making him feel that good.
“My turn.” You whine, fingers curling around Sirius’s slender shoulders to tug him back. The man cooperates, letting James’s cock slip from his throat as he sits back on his heels. Beside you, Remus simpers.
“You wanna make y’daddy feel good, pretty thing?” The lycanthrope croons. You nod, scooting into position between James’s legs the second Sirius moves away. “That’s a good girl. See, Prongs, that’s how it should be.”
“You’re damn right. Can’t get enough of ‘er sweet mouth now.” James voices, reaching out to cup your face and tenderly guide you back to his cock. The immediate groan he lets out the moment your lips make contact is enough to have moisture pooling in your panties.
You do your best to put your newfound knowledge to use, making sure to breathe through your nose as you lower your face down on James’s cock. You get deeper than the last time before you’re gagging, and this time you manage to stifle it, trying not to panic so you can work past the reflex and seat the length fully in your throat.
You don’t get quite as deep as Sirius- James’s thatch of curls just barely tickles at the end of your nose- but he’s well down your throat. And if the muttered curses the boy lets out- along with the murmured praises from the others- are anything to go by, what you’ve done is more than good enough. You keep your eyes trained upwards, blinking through the tears that spill over your waterline and roll down your cheeks, internally thrilling when James glances down at you and breathes out an awed “so fuckin’ pretty”.
You pull out the last trick up your sleeve, flexing the muscles of your throat to swallow around the thick shaft in your mouth.
“Bloody hell” James’s voice is choked, strained with the intensity of the stimulation, and his hips jerk subconsciously, ripping a true gag out of you.
“Off, off.” Remus’s voice is low and commanding as he reaches out to grip your hair, yanking you back and tearing James’s cock from your throat. You sputter somewhat, vision cloudy with tears, and you can just barely make out James’s trembling form on the bed before you. He’s fallen back on his elbows, chest heaving, cock bright red and slapping against his abdomen in a needy bounce.
“What the fuck, Moons.” He growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard. Your cunt gives a dull pulse.
“Didn’t want you to cum yet, mate, we’re not done. Figured you’d rather finish in her pussy, eh?” You feel a thrill of excitement at Remus’s words, tear streaked face lighting up.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck me?” You ask excitedly, looking at the lycanthrope with wide eyes as he pulls you to your feet with a low chuckle.
“More or less, sweetheart.” His thumb comes out to swipe a smear of drool off your chin before Sirius turns you by your shoulders to face James.
“You’re gonna ride him.” The raven haired boy states, and you slump in disappointment.
“That’s hard-“
“Ah ah.” Remus chastises, reaching over to pull down your skirt and panties, letting them fall around your ankles in a soft heap. “Your job is to please your daddy, remember? Doesn’t matter if ‘s hard, this is for him. You’ve gotta listen.” When you open your mouth to argue, clearly not convinced, Remus looks at your boyfriend expectantly. “Isn’t that right, Prongs?” Your gaze shifts to the boy.
“That’s right, Moons.” He agrees, looking at you with a raised brow. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl f’me, babydoll?” He inquires.
“Yes, daddy.” You immediately whimper, that desperate need to please bubbling up inside you once more.
“Good. So you’re gonna listen to Remus and Sirius and let them show you how to ride me, alright?” The clear instructions from your dom are all it takes to get you back on board.
“Yes daddy.” You repeat the agreement, making James smile, and the show of approval makes your heart swell.
“Right. Now, puppy, get in Prongs’s lap, just like you did earlier.” Sirius instructs, coaxing you with a gentle push to your back. You step over to James and do as Sirius instructed, moving so your knees are on either side of James’s thighs in a straddling position.
“Atta girl.” Remus says now, stepping up close to grasp James’s cock at its base. You whimper as you feel it rub against you. “‘M gonna get it lined up, now,” you feel it prod against your entrance, “there we are. Now lower down, sweet girl, sit down on his cock.”
You follow Remus’s instructions immediately, letting out a lewd moan as James’s cock breaches your entrance and sheathes fully inside you, your bare thighs coming to rest atop his clothed ones. The unfamiliar angle has his head pressing against new, sensitive areas within you, and you still, eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to process the overwhelming feeling. You’re brought back to reality by cool, smooth hands grasping you at your waist.
“Y’gotta move, puppy, can’t just sit there like you usually do.” Sirius snarks, lifting upwards to guide your body in a bounce. You whimper at what you perceive to be the difficult task of lifting yourself up and down, starting up a sloppy, rhythm-less pace atop James’s lap.
“Easy, love, move prettier than that.” Remus pipes up, prompting Sirius to tighten his grip in an attempt to clean up your movements. He has some success, hoisting you up and down to a steady beat, and finally a moan of pleasure spills from James’s lips in recognition of your efforts. 
“That’s better. Now show her how to roll her hips, Pads- y’gotta rotate when you go down, bun.” Remus further instructs. On your next descent Sirius puts alternating pressure on your hips, guiding you in a circular grind that has James’s cock rubbing against all of your velvet walls, hitting every point inside you. You let out a breathy moan to match his low groan as pleasure spreads through you like wildfire.
‘Good girl baby, fuck. Keep goin’ like that and I won’t last much longer.” James sounds strained, just about as strained as your trembling legs feel with the exertion of your bouncing. You whimper.
“That’s a good thing, bunny.” Remus says as James’s hands come up to knead at the soft flesh of your clothed breasts. “I can tell you’re getting close too, you’re having trouble keepin’ this up- and when you’re riding you wanna cum when James does, so you aren’t too fucked out to finish him off.” Your head bobbles in a vague nod, bleary, near orgasmic mind just barely able to process the words.
“I got ‘er, Pads.” James grits out, his familiar large hands moving to replace Sirius’s own on your hips. They support your form the same as Sirius’s had, though now they pull you forward. “C’mere baby,” you crash into James for a messy, tooth-knocking kiss before one of his hands finds the back of your neck to hold you to his shoulder.
“Gonna cum, babydoll, gonna fill up your pretty pussy.” He growls, low gravelly tone reflecting his nearing release. His other hand grips your ass bruisingly, yanking you up and down in those final thrusts that hit right on your g-spot and have you seeing stars.
His hips give one quick, deep snap upwards as he spills into you with a low groan, and the feeling of his warm cum flooding your channel is enough to send you over the edge. You fall limp against him as you cum, your moan silent to your cotton-stuffed ears but deafening to everyone else present.
“Fucking hell” Sirius breathes out at the sight, hand palming himself through his trousers. Your chest heaves against James’s, your head lolling atop his shoulder as he turns to kiss and nip gently at your neck while you both come down from your highs. 
“Good job, angel.” James murmurs breathlessly against your neck, making you smile.
“Did a good job for you, daddy?” You murmur blearily, head pleasantly fuzzy in your afterglow.
“Mhm. That was bloody incredible.” His hand rubs up and down on your back, and he flashes the spectating boys a toothy, blissed-out grin. 
“Glad you two enjoyed yourselves.” Remus quips, his own grin made evident by his tone. You hum dreamily, still too bleary to formulate any other response as you bask in the warmth of James’s body and drink in his musky post-coital scent.
“You think you’ll actually make her pull her weight from here on out, Prongs?” Sirius asks. You can feel James’s head move against you in a nod.
“Without a doubt.” Your boyfriend responds, pressing a kiss to the side of your skull. “Though, I’ve gotta admit, most of the time I don’t really mind having my own little pillow princess.”
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silverdelirium · 17 days ago
guilty pleasure | r. lupin
summary — your professor, remus, finds your twitter porn account through hallway rumors, his self-controls crumbles instantly when he proves this right.
warnings — masturbation, oral (female and male receiving), age gap (reader is 21!), daddy kink, semi-public sex/masturbating, nicknames (sweet pea, honey, baby), remus fucks you standing up lol.
word count — 2.1k
author’s note — this is so rushed,, def not my best so i’m sorry for that, hope you can enjoy nonetheless!
This is so fucked up. He kept repeating to himself, hand twitching as it hovered on the laptop’s touchpad.
He shook his head, undoing the material around his neck impatiently. Because fuck, he can’t believe he’s doing this. Lurking around Twitter in a desperate search of your rumored account, full of your naked body on display for everyone; The same body he daydreams about when his hand is around his cock at midnight.
He debates, squinting at the small screen as he forced a breath after another. He shut his eyes tightly before a click was heard, lewd and fervent sounds echoing in the room instead of the tense quietude.
Remus’ cock stirred in his pants, and he felt the bliss sparking in his veins as he stared, entranced on the way your tightened breasts bounced with each rapid movement on the purple dildo beneath you. 
He swore he could’ve exploded with ecstasy when you made eye contact with him- the camera. All sorts of self-control out the window as his hand stroked the length of his cock.
The brunette tried to match your rhythm, getting lost in the burning feeling as his abs tightened, almost feeling like your cunt was the one squeezing him like a vice, drooling all over his girth.
Your breathy whines hit his ears repeatedly, making his eyes shutter close as he trailed your figure in the darkness that cascaded behind his eyelids.
“Shit,” he groaned, opening his eyes just in time to catch sight of the video ending, white slick drowning the toy in between your legs— the only place he desired to be in right now.
Ropes of hot white hit his t-shirt clad stomach, and he sighs irritatedly at himself, knowing there would be no holding himself back tomorrow when he sees you wearing the same skirt he just saw you getting off with.
It became a fucking addiction after that. Night after night he would refresh your page, hand down his pants and your name on his lips as he jerked himself off to his student.
Remus knew it was wrong, he recognized it. But it wasn’t like you weren’t an adult yourself; And that’s the thing about university. There’s no rule that denies a student and teacher relationship.
But it wasn’t like Remus was looking for a relationship, he wanted to fuck you. Hard. Until you were nothing but a little cockslut he could keep in his room all day, naked and spread-eagled while he wrecked your pussy any way he wanted, rearrange your guts every hour of the day, manhandle you to any position or act, knowing that you would follow in senseless submission.
“You wanted to talk to me?” You chirped, a cheeky smile on your face as you sat on the desk in front of Remus, who leaned against the front of his desk with a static face.
You gulped audibly at the dominance radiating off him, and his biceps being hugged by the white shirt he wore did no good to the drumming in between your legs after the mind-blowing orgasm you might or might’ve not filmed on the back of the class.
“Sir?” You tried again, fingering the hem of your skirt.
His eyes grew darker, as if he came back from a daydream. He cleared his throat, “uh, right-“ he stuttered, “I have to discuss something with you.”
He shook his head, crinkling his nose in cringe at his own words, “not- not discuss. Just, talk,” you cocked your head, confused and intrigued.
Your shoulders lifted in a shrug, “what about?”
A breath left his lungs from his nose, and he spoke quickly. Too quickly that you didn’t even catch it.
“Sorry, sir,” you giggled, “didn’t catch that.”
He looked at you in the eye, a stare too intense your stomach fluttered. “I’ve seen— your videos.” He grimaced, turning around to run a hand through his hair as the smile fell from your lips, wide eyes taking over your features.
Your brows pointed to your nose, and you looked down, still fumbling with the fabric of your clothing, “mr. lupin I-“
“No,” he stopped you, “don’t think I’m shaming you in any way or form— I just wanted to tell you to be careful with trying…”
You raised a brow, “trying what?”
“Unusual settings” he deadpanned, adam’s apple bobbing on his throat as he swallowed dryly, “like the, uh— classrooms.”
Your neck grew hotter by the second, realization downing upon you, “oh” you mumbled.
“Yeah,” he coughed, “there’s lots of creeps in here, they’ll stare and make you uncomfortable.”
“Are you one of those creeps, sir?” The words slipped past your lips before you could analyze them.
It was his turn to upturn an eyebrow now, “meaning?”
“I mean” you shrugged, “you were looking at me, no?”
His pupils dilated, and a muscle in his jaw twitched as his molars grinded against each other. He walked closer, and your breathing sped up.
“You implying something, miss y/l/n” He growled, roughly grabbing at your face, letting go of any holding-backs, you gasped, rubbing your thighs together in a weak attempt of friction.
You panted slightly, parting your legs and letting him slide closer, the muscles on the side of his thighs hitting your quivering ones.
“I liked it,” you confessed, voice small as his grip gentled on you. He stayed stunned for a second, and you feared you might’ve ruined everything.
He tutted, shaking his head, “you’re something else, sweet pea. And I fear, I might’ve enjoyed watching you get off like a little slut too.”
You moaned, bucking your hips in the air as his hand slid down your body, leaving a fire trail behind.
“Please— Remus.”
He made a rough noise and hoisted you up, settling your ass flat on the cold surface of his desk. “You gonna film this too?” He dropped to his knees, and your eyes glinted, “‘teacher eats his pretty little star student out’ would do you good for clickbait, no?” He teased, hooking a finger on the wet lace that covered your heat.
You gasped, gaze growing wet as he nipped kisses on your thighs, “Remus—“
He stopped, “you know what to call me, baby.”
You swallowed a moan, nodding your head softly, “yes, daddy.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest, “that’s a good girl.”
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, eyeing your sopping cunt as his fingers delved through your folds, “been waiting weeks to taste you, fuck your cunt with my tongue until you squirt all over my face.”
Before you had time to answer, his tongue was on you, sucking avidly on your clit, making you cry out.
“Quiet, honey.” He warned, grunting into you as you cupped a palm against your mouth, mumbling, “feels so good, daddy,” behind it.
The pink muscle dived in and out of your hole, your walls greedily clenching around it while your neglected mound was relieved by his thumb.
Wanton mewls left you as he gripped your legs, tightening the plush skin of your thighs around his head, “you taste as sweet as you look, baby. Next time I’m gonna do this for fucking hours,” he moved off your cunt with a suck on your clit, a pop! echoing in the walls.
You whined, your veins screaming in protest. “Daddy—“ he shot you a look, “don’t be greedy, sweetheart.”
He rose up from his haunches, hands flying to unbuckle his belt.
You stared with hungry optics, feeling the coil tighten on the pit of your stomach, and the area between your legs pulsed like a heartbeat. Your mind fogged with steam, and you could’ve moaned at the sight of his cock alone.
Thick and tall, a bead of cum shining on his tip. You had never wanted something in your mind more.
“Daddy, wanna…” he tilted his head, smirking as your cheeks grew warm. “What, baby? Tell daddy what you want to do.” He taunted, caging you in his arms as you trembled beneath his gaze.
“Want your cock in my— mouth,” you said, words tripping over each other as you refused to connect your visage with his.
He laughed lightly, “for someone who does porn for a living, you’re very shy, sweet pea. But don’t worry, we’ll work on that,” his thumb stroked your cheekbone. “Now get on with sucking my cock like the fucking whore you are.”
He didn’t need to ask— or tell is more like it— twice before you were on your knees, pawing needily at his thighs in anticipation.
Remus grabbed the base of his cock, leading it to your parted lips, “daddy ple— hmph!,” his cock had slammed home, buried in the warmth of your mouth as you spluttered around the head, letting your eyes make contact with his.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “you feel so good.”
You hummed, hollowing your cheeks so the space was tighter, coaxing a hiss out of the brunette.
His hands tangled themselves on your hair, and he tugged at the locks to keep you in place, asserting dominance over the situation as he rocked his hips back and forth against your mouth.
You gagged and stifled coughs around him, clit humming in need every time he would praise you with a “good job, baby.”
“God, honey, you’re gonna make me come down your pretty throat,” he sighed, throwing his head back in bliss as euphoria pumped through his veins.
Yes, yes, fuck yes, you chanted in your mind, wriggling your bum from where it sat on your calfs in urgency.
“But,” he started, pulling out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit between the head of his cock and your tongue, “I’m gonna save my cum for that sweet cunt of yours.”
You nodded, licking your lips in search for any remains of pre-cum, feeling so fucking needy for a taste of him.
“Alright, you greedy little brat.” he rolled his eyes teasingly, hooking his hands under your arms and lifting you like you weighed nothing.
His lips stamped over yours in a messy kiss, your ankles interlocking in the small of his back in surprise at the unexpected lip-lock.
You yelped as he took a leg on the crook of his arm, mimicking the movements with the other, spreading you wide.
Your visage dived to where his tip kissed your entree, and your hips bucked involuntarily at the mere contact.
“Look at that fucking cunt, wanting to swallow me whole already,” he said, an edge of want in his tone.
He pressed his forehead against yours, taking pride in the nervousness your gaze held, “ready, sweet pea?”
You hummed, and then a delirious moan tore from your throat as he entered your wet cunt, walls fluttering around him rapidly.
Your vision seared a dozen colors, the pleasure prickling at your skin like tiny needles.
“You’re so, big,” you choked, hissing slightly as he moved, his cock grazing spots that had you short-circuiting.
Remus’ cock throbbed inside you, and he leaned to whisper on your ear— not stopping the gratifying thrusts— “this pussy will be the fucking death of me, honey, it’s squeezing me like a goddamn vice. Holy shit.”
His head lolled back, and his lips folded in his teeth as he gave deep thrusts against you. “I waited too long to bury myself deep inside you, honey, ” he said through clenched teeth.
Your mouth gaped open at the sight beneath you, his cock covered in your juices as your clit buzzed. “F-faster, daddy,” you pleaded, a strangled moan leaving you right after as he hoisted you higher in his waist.
“You want it fast, doll? Want me to fuck your brains out?” he heaved, pushing in and out of your cunt like there was no tomorrow.
You wailed, eyes pooling with tears as the pressure on your lower stomach intensified, like too much steam in a glass jar.
“Gonna cum, daddy— oh!” your breathing grew labored, breath cutting short as you let your muscles relax, completely falling apart on Remus.
And God, did he enjoy the sight in real life, to see your face scrunching up and eyes doing a full turn to the back of your head as your cum drooled on his cock, not a dildo or a vibrator, but his cock.
He only had to give a few more relentless thrusts that drew your orgasm out to let go himself, painting your pulsating walls with his hot load, and a grunt of your name.
You both came back breathless and ecstatic, totally enthralled with the feeling of each other.
“Just so you know,” he said, “I would not mind you filming me eating you out until my jaw’s numb.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
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illiantt · 2 months ago
Who’s the winner
poly!marauders x fem!reader [smut]
Summary: Your best friends Remus, Sirius, and James can’t stop argue who’s best at eating a girl out. So they make a competition out of it where you’re the judge.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, oral (female receiving), foursome, slut calling, degrading, choking
Word count: 1.8k
a/n: this is my first smut fic. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
It all started when you decided to drink together with your best friends James, Remus and Sirius. Another innocent night turned to something darker.
“James, you’re spilling the whiskey!” you shouted as whisky dripped onto his hand.
“I got it”, James said and licked up the liquid from his hand.
“Using your tongue to solve a problem”, Sirius teased.
“As you haven’t used it before to solve it”, James clapped back, making Sirius frown.
Remus only laughed at the two. You, however, were not so sure about what they were referring to.
“What problem are you talking about?” you asked curiously and took another sip from your drink.
James’ smile turned into a devilish smile, looking at Sirius. With a darker demanding voice, he said to Sirius, “Tell her or I will”.
You looked at Sirius and waited for him to say what this all was about.
Sirius swallowed and drank up the remaining whisky that was in his glass.
He looked deep into your eyes and said, “I was having sex with a girl and couldn’t make her cum, so I solved the problem by using my tongue instead.”
You felt your cheeks heated as thoughts about Sirius’ tongue occupied your innocent brain of yours. You imagined how it would feel to have him between your legs. Just the thought of it made you wet.
Even if the boys were your best friends since many years back, you couldn’t stop yourself thinking how they would be in bed from time to time.
Conversations like this would sometimes occur. But you had never done anything with them.
Remus chuckled, “I bet you wouldn’t be as good as me.”
“Hey!” Sirius complained.
And James added in, “I would probably be better than both of you”.
The three boys were now arguing about who was best at eating a girl out. You only sat there and started to imagine how their tongue on you would feel like.
“Maybe we should let y/n be the judge of that”, Sirius suggested and interrupted the horny daydream you had.
“Sorry, in judging what?” you asked, confused.
“You’re a girl, and you can judge who of us three are the best at eating pussy.” Sirius responded.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your best friends were now suggesting eating you out.
“Yeah, funny joke, guys”, you said and tried to laugh it off.
The three of them looked at you.
“No, we are serious,” James said, and you looked at their faces. They were, in fact, serious. You don’t know if that made you nervous or hornier.
“I don’t know” you hesitated, but you felt the wetness building up. Having three boys taking turns eating you out did sounds nice.
“C’mon puppy, do it for us!” you felt you becoming weak at hearing Sirius beg to eat you out.
“I don’t think we can stop argue otherwise,” James said.
“It will only be fun,” Remus said with a smirk.
You looked at the boys that were sitting on the floor in front of you. You had never done anything like this with them before, but the lust was there.
“Ehm—okay then”, you finally said, making them all light up.
“Get undressed and sit on the couch”, Remus instructed you.
The way Remus sounded so demanding when instructing you made it even hotter. So you stood up and slid yourself out from your shorts.
“The shirt too,” Remus demanded.
“But I’m not wearing any bra under”, you protested.
“Darling, you’re about to show us your pussy. You can show us your titties as well.” the way Remus looked at you only showed how hungry he was for you. And the only right thing to do is to obey him.
You sighed and took off your shirt—setting your breast free. You were now only standing in your panties in front of your best friends who couldn’t take their eyes from your body.
“Puppy, we are waiting!” Sirius teased, for you still having your panties on.
Not making them wait anymore, you started to pull down your panties slowly. The boys looked at your body, and their eyes darkened. You were now completed naked. Your naked ass felt the soft material of the couch as you sat down.
“Now, let the fun begin,” Remus said and made his way to you. You felt your heart beat a bit faster at each step Remus took towards you. His eyes are set on yours. But the closer he came to you also made you hornier and hornier.
“Baby, spread the legs wide and open so we can see the pretty pussy of yours,” Remus said and pressed your legs to each side.
“James, Sirius, look at this pussy. How have we not done this earlier?”
“It looks delicious,” James said and couldn’t take his eyes from your wide-opened pussy.
Your pussy was shining with wetness dripping down. They hadn’t even started to do anything on you, but you were already so wet.
Remus started to kiss the inside of your tights—teasing you. All you wanted was him to dive into your pussy.
“So wet. I think this little slut likes showing her pussy for her three best friends. Is that right?” Remus teased.
It was right, but you didn’t know how to respond to that without sounding desperate because you were, in fact, so desperate now for them.
“Fucking answer him, you slut”, Sirius yelled.
Remus’ hand grabbed around your neck—forcing you to look at him.
“Say it”, Remus demanded.
“Y-yes”, you pressed out the word.
“Yes, what, darling?” Remus asked with a smirk and grabbed you harder around your neck.
“Yes, I love showing my pussy because I’m such slut and want to be eaten out, please”, you whined.
Right away, you felt Remus loosen his grip around your neck and something pressing to your heat. It was a tongue—Remus’ tongue. Licking your clit.
You moaned at the way Remus’ tongue moved around on your pussy. Making up and down movements on your clit. How his lips sucked in all the juices.
Your hand grabbed his hair while you couldn’t stop moaning.
You looked over to James and Sirius while you moaned and noticed how the bulge in their pants had grown.
Sirius looked at your naked body and couldn’t hold it anymore. He wanted to taste that pussy of yours now.
“Fucking hell. It’s my turn,” Sirius said and dragged Remus up.
“Now, puppy, I’m going make you moan my name,” Sirius said before he started to eat you out.
He glided in his tongue into your hole. You could feel his tongue inside of you.
Sirius started to glide in and out from your hole—he was tongue fucking you. Making you moan.
“Yes, Sirius! I want to feel your tongue inside of me,” you moaned, making Sirius go faster.
You looked over at James and Remus, who both started to stroke their cock while watching you getting tongue fucked. But it didn’t take long until you heard,
“Enough!” James suddenly said—making Sirius stop. He was disappointed as he enjoyed to fuck you with his tongue. But it was James turn.
“Y/n come and sit on my face,” James said, and you stood up for James to lie down on the couch.
You climbed over and stood just over his face now with legs on each side.
“Such a pretty view. Now sit on my face,” James said, and you lower yourself.
You felt James tongue on your pussy, making you start moan right away again.
Remus came over to you and started to kiss you. He grabbed your boobs while making out with you.
“Such good slut sitting on James’ face. Start grinding on him,” Remus demanded and kept on grabbing your boobs.
You pressed down more onto James and started to grind—making it feel even better. James tongue going crazy on your clit.
You felt Sirius hands all over your naked body as he grabbed your ass.
“Puppy is enjoying herself, aren’t you?” Sirius tried to sound innocent, but his words and tone were filled with dark lust.
“Y-yes”, you whined innocent between your moans as you turned to look at Sirius.
James started to get a little difficult to breathe, so you were about to stand up until Remus pushed you down again.
“Keep going, baby. James can do a little more,” Remus said with darkened eyes.
You did as he said and continued to grind your pussy on James’ tongue.
“She looks so beautiful sitting on James’ face while making out with you, Remus,” Sirius said and gave you kisses on your neck.
You had now three boys on you—your three best friends. They all working and touching your naked body. Your moans were getting louder and louder. You felt you were about to hit your climax until Remus suddenly interrupted you,
“Stand up!” he demanded.
Making you stand up for only be pressed down on the couch by them as soon as James stood up again.
“I think it’s only fair if we all three can make you cum”, Remus said.
You felt their hands on you, making you have your ass up while lying on the couch. Their hands made your legs spread wide open.
Remus, Sirius, and James all had their tongue on your pussy now. They all were eating you out at the same time. You felt all of the three tongues. Your pussy was even more wet now.
Having three tongues on you simultaneously was becoming too much as you felt the feeling building up in you more and more until you couldn’t hold it anymore and felt you hit your climax.
Your body tried to get away from their grip as you came into an orgasm. But their arms were too strong, holding you down while licking your sensitive pussy.
Licking up every drop of your cum. It was until the boys felt satisfied as they let your body go—and your body collapsed onto the couch.
“So who wins?” Sirius said when your breathing had calmed down. You had already forgotten how this all started—forgetting that you were supposed to be the judge of who of them were best at eating pussy.
“Oh—I don’t know. I don’t think it was enough for me to be able to judge just yet,” you responded.
The boys looked at each other and then nodded.
“Then we will have to eat you out until you can’t cum anymore.”
And right away, you started to moan again as tongues were on your pussy again.
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hellounicorn · 2 months ago
little gift - mafia!wolfstar x reader
Hi!! Don’t ask me why I wrote this, just go w it. Also this gif makes me feral.
(Read first) —> But a little preface is that the ‘deal’ being referred to the whole way through the fic is that your dad fucked up somehow and caused an issue in the company and to protect his life and the life of your whole family, Sirius made a deal with him that he and Remus could have you for an entire week.
I don’t think it’s explicitly explained in the fic but yeah! Hope u enjoy and pls lmk if u did!
Reader is of age!!
Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!
Warnings: smut, mafia!au, mean dom remus, very mean dom sirius, oral(male receiving), doggy style, degradation, pet names, lowkey dubcon, there’s def more so pls lmk of any other warnings I should add<3 (all acts are consensual, safe word is in place)
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“Moons, come on in!” Sirius beckons, his stern face darting to you, a malicious wink in your direction making you meet his eyes with a pleading starlet underlying within them. “I’ve got a surprise for you,”
You know your dad fucked up. Your dad knew that he’d fucked up. But unfortunately, it had come to the thin line of decision, where the offer on the table was either life or death for the entirety of your kin.
With a heavy breath, your father had chosen the former, knowing what horribly licentious actions it would entail for you, thus sending you off to the mercy of his two bosses, merciless ones, might you add, for the duration of a week to make up for his wrong-doings in the company.
Well, now left was only six days, eight hours, 42 minutes..but who’s counting, right?
And in the time you’ve resided in their mansion of a home as the equivalent of an object, you’d grown fond of having Sirius, him being the one to seal the deal with your father, use you for his pleasure and sometimes yours.
Despite you’d only been there for a little over 12 hours, the raven haired male had utilized the time by trying out almost everything with you, finding this opportunity to be the best time to try out all his toys he’d been wanting to use on you for months on end, ever since your dad first introduced him to you when he’d gotten the job.
“The fuck is it, Pads? I’m still tryna fix the deal that y/l/n fellow screwed up on-” Remus’ storming footsteps towards the room had you curling into yourself atop the silk sheets, afraid of the powerful man and all he could do to you once he’d come to understand the circumstance.
To regain your attention, Sirius snaps his fingers in your direction, signaling for you to keep your gaze on him until the time Remus enters the space, then you were to do the same to him.
“You’re going to like it, trust me!” He shouts, sound traveling to the hallway where the brunette was furiously walking down to get to the room where you and Sirius were, him unexpecting of walking in to see you all dolled up in nothing but a tight piece of expensive lingerie.
“I’d better, Black. Otherwise I’ll- woah,”
And the shock hit him suddenly when he entered the abode, optics immediately falling to how you gave him a barely there ghost of a smile from your place on the bed, shuffling anxiously when you realized he was staring at the fact you were almost entirely naked, minus the thin covering the little piece you were sporting provided.
“What’d I tell you?” Sirius presses his tongue against his cheek, smirking pridefully at the way Remus tilts his head to get a clearer view of you, wanting to ensure this was real life and not just another sexual dream about you in his head. “Isn’t she a beaut?”
Remus’ line of vision travels from the strewn locks of yours splaying across the cotton pillow, down to the exposed curve of your tits poking through the material of the lingerie, then grazing his eyes across your hips and finally down to your swollen pussy, which had clearly already wrecked silly by none other than the man who’d been keeping you as his own for a good few hours.
“Quite,” Remus chuckles under his breath, unwillingly tearing his hungered gaze from you and spinning on his heel to now face Sirius, curious as to what the hell you were doing in their house, that too in such a compromising disposition.
He begins explaining everything to his friend, the deal he’d made with your father, what you were here as for the next week, the vague details mostly, but Remus got the gist and was more than pleased to have his turn with you.
All the while, you were fidgeting with small whimpers falling from your lips, not sure what to expect from Remus and his intensity when it comes to his way of fucking, given that you’d already been through hell and back with Sirius torturing you in the best ways possible.
“Fuckin’ hell mate,” he runs deft fingers through his hazel locks, cock already hardening from the mere thought of having you cunt wrapped around it. “So she’s like..our own personal slut? And we can make her do whatever we want to?”
Remus feels the need to clarify, knowing that if someone pinched him and he woke up back in his bed realizing this was just a figment of his imagination, he’d probably murder someone.
“Right you are, Moony. Y/n has no choice but to listen to what we want.”
And that has Remus, whipping his frame back around, now refacing you and the fixated pout that settled on your lips. “I can see you’ve already had your fun with her, yeah? Her cunt’s throbbing like mad,”
Sirius tuts, shrugging softly as he prides himself on how well he’d gotten you into submission with just a few dotes of disciplinary action. “Guilty. But I couldn’t stop m’self, mate. I mean fucking look at her, we’ve been dreaming of toying around with her for months, I just helped make it become our reality.”
You felt a wave of heat rush through you, abdomen coiling as you felt most exposed by the way two pairs of eyes now pierced into every inch of you, practically ravaging you just from the stare.
“She gonna fucking say something, or just keep staring at us like a needy lil’ puppy? I mean, I’m fine either way,” Remus jests, referring to the fact you’d barely uttered a word since he entered the room, given you were too nervous to say the wrong thing and end up with a punishment to your name.
“You heard him, y/n. Go on, I’m sure that pretty mouth of yours can do wonders when you try,” Sirius runs his tongue over the length of his pearly whites, making you cower into yourself.
Nonetheless, you plucked up enough courage to croak out in a low tone. “Hi, Mr. Lupin,” you addressed the man with a fond grin, unable to conceal the fact you were highly enamored with the two, albeit being their ‘guest’ was quite the toss-up on face value, they both had the capabilities to turn you on with just a flash of a smile.
And right now, you were craving his touch, seeing as Sirius had already left his permanent mark on you, it was only fair that Remus do the same.
“Well hello there, pet. S’nice to see you all prettied up f’me and Mr. Black.”
Your heart swells at the praise, letting out a delicate giggle that resembled that of an angel’s hum, making both Sirius and Remus look at each other with mischievous grins, silently telling each other how fun this was going to be.
“Have her call you ‘daddy’, mate. Hear it from her mouth and you’ll get fucking addicted to it.”
“Noted,” Remus quips, imagining how you’d cry out the formality when he’s stuffing you full with his cum. “And uh, does she flinch a lot? You know I like behaved little girls that stay still while I’m having m’way with them.”
He waits to approach you, loving how twitchy you were just by the anticipation of him coming up to you and giving you that electrification by even laying a finger on you.
Sirius thinks back to about an hour ago, when he’d tied you to the headboard and anchored you down because he thought you were squirming way too much for his liking.
“You pin her down hard enough, then no. But she’s a noisemaker, that’s for sure so you ever need to shut ‘er up, I’ve got the perfect thing for that.”
You furrow your eyebrows at this, lips jutting out in a pout at his accusation that you supposedly were being too loud. “‘M not, daddy! Mr. Lupin didn’t even hear us the whole time, I was being quiet, I swear!”
You defend yourself defiantly, wanting to get the point across that you had stayed silent enough that Remus wasn’t even aware of what was happening in his own house.
Or so you assumed, but your rebut only earned a dark chuckle from Sirius and a slow shake of his head. “Ever heard of a Silencing Charm, little one? Don’t give yourself that much credit, you’re quite a whiny thing, baby.”
This has you shutting up again, pursing your lips in a sneer as Remus makes a comment under his breath about how he don’t expect you to challenge Sirius so soon, considering it would only land you up in more trouble if you did.
“That was enough backtalk for the evening, wouldn’t you think?” Remus folds his arms across his chest, sauntering closer and closer to the bed which you were tucked snugly into, his trail intimidating and his stature practically untouchable.
You retract from your previous confidence, sinking back into submission. “Yes daddy,” you meekly whisper, the lycanthrope remaining displeased.
He touches a finger to his ear, acting as if he’d barely heard what you said and wanted you to repeat such, this time ridding yourself of the scared and innocent act. “Louder,”
“Yes daddy, no more backtalk,” you say again, sole intention on making a good impression for Remus, already guessing he was a harder dominant than Sirius was just by the way he presented himself, and this slightly frightened you, yet spurred you on.
“Such an obedient little girl already. Oh Merlin, I’m gonna have some fun with you, aren’t i?”
“I sure hope so, daddy.”
From behind Remus, Sirius concurs with him, reassuring his friend that you were much akin to a ragdoll that can be tossed around however they damn well pleased, even if you put up a fight at the start.
“Can I have a try? I know I’ll fucking cum on the spot if y/n keeps looking at me with those big puppy dog eyes.” He grunts, hooking a knee under his bum as he sits right next to you, the proximity causing a waft of his cologne to drift into your senses, invading them to make your head spin with the musky scent.
“‘Course you can, mate. Like I said, she’s ours for the week. But also trust me when I say she’s a fighter, but once she gets the message that you’re not there to fuck around and you mean business, then she settles.”
The way that they spoke about you in such a manner that it would have seemed like you were distant from the room and not sitting right there, hearing them speak about you so deplorably. “Hey! I’m right here, y’know!”
You huff, reopening your mouth to voice your discontent further before Remus’ palm is getting pushed against it, eyes narrowing down at you in a look that speaks but a thousand words, one phrase of theirs being for you to ‘shut up’.
“What did I say, pet? We’ve discussed this before.” Sirius chastises, reminding you of the comment he’d made a couple hours back when you were getting most agitated with the degrading tone he spoke to you with.
You sigh in defeat, Remus’ muscled hand prying away from your mouth. “When daddy speaks,” you bite your lip softly, coming to a halt when feeling pleasurable shame dawn upon you to continue the saying.
“Go on,” he snaps, you sigh again to draw a breath.
“When daddy speaks, I turn off m’ears, ‘n turn off my brain.”
“Good girl,”
Remus shoots his eyebrows up, giving an impressed nod and turning his head around to face Sirius. “I like that, Pads. Where’d you get that one?”
Sirius shrugs indifferently, remembering how the heat of the moment produced such a phrase. “Came up with it on the spot couple of hours ago when y/n was trying to defend herself to me, claiming that ‘she wasn’t a slut’. Utter bullshit in my eyes, so I set her straight for that.”
Remus disappointedly shakes his head at you, tutting at hearing that you’d slipped out of place and stepped up to Sirius. “Hm, I see. Anything else I need to know? Wanna make sure I’m doing all the right things to make our little present stays tame.”
You accepted that you were exactly that. A little gift given to the males for their own use, and to keep everyone in your bloodline safe and intact, you knew better than to defy them.
“Well, for starters she cums so fucking fast. Before I can even get something out of her, she’s already begging to cum like a weepy little bitch. Even though I’ve told her time and time again, this pleasure isn’t for her, she’s so hungry for it.”
You flutter your eyes shut, thinking back to how you were hellbent on refusing to let Sirius evoke a reaction from you, yet it was just too good to not want more of his affliction. Your cunt clenches at the thought, thighs magnetizing together discreetly as you slid under the covers to hide it.
“Now baby, you know that’s not right. Little girls are there as holes to make their daddy feel good, it’s almost embarrassing that you enjoy such a thing.”
Remus laughs at how you buried your face under the comforter, on the verge of tears at how they managed to edge you just with their words and how they made you feel so wrong and dirty for almost everything.
“Won’t do it again,” you sob from underneath the blanket, overwhelmed at how the two of them got you so vulnerable in the span of not even a day.
“Always throwing a fit, aren’t you?” Sirius grumbled swears under his breath as he stomps over, tearing back the sheets from above you, and being met with wet cheeks, puffy eyes, and a starved cunt; blazing with arousal.
“Pet, don’t be afraid of us. We’ll only hurt you as much as you want us to, so stop with these little tears of yours now.” He uses the pad of his thumb to flick away the crystallized tears that struck your reddening cheeks. “Because trust me, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to bawl your fucking heart out tonight.”
You screw your eyes shut and messily smear away the tears on your face, reopening them soon after to see Remus inches closer to you than he was before, a hand ghosting over the bend of your knee, nudging it such that your thighs parted.
You could hear the wisp of conversation exchanged back and forth between Remus and Sirius, the brunette inquiring what your boundaries were and the other replying that he hadn’t found them yet.
It was as if he was to drag his finger down the space between your legs, because he’d every so slightly tickled your sensitive skin and trailed his hand lower, indifferent to your low whines from his heated touch.
“Daddy,” you softly breathe out, heart beating against the confines of your ribcage that you were almost positive the males could hear it too. “What’re you doing?” Your voice hitches unevenly.
“Shh, don’t speak. You’re gonna like this, trust me.”
And that’s when you felt him fully move your legs apart, his muscled palm holding one of your thighs down so your bruised cunt was revealed to his darkening eyes.
Remus was slightly taken aback at your condition, being able to visibly see how wrecked you were, and if he were even to brush a digit against your folds you’d probably let out an earth-shattering scream.
“Aw, who did that to you, princess?” Comes Sirius’ condescending tease before Remus has the chance to ask it himself. “Who made your pussy all red ‘n purple?”
You couldn’t resist the second onslaught of tears that came about, attempting to hide it from them by shamefully covering your face with your hands, still being able to detect that Sirius was without a doubt egotistically observing what he’d done to you.
“Mate, the fuck did you do to her?” Remus lays his free hand on your lower abdomen, just now noticing the bruises that dotted your fragile skin, and the desire in Sirius’ eyes to create more. “I could give her a slap and the poor thing would crumble. You really used your alone time with her well, yeah?”
“Sure did.” He smirks, watching you tense every time Remus ran his fingers along the array of your marks. “But Rem, it’s your turn to have fun with her. And she clearly wants it, I mean look at her cunt, mate. S’fucking sloppy f’you.”
That’s when you uncovered your face, able to get your tears at bay as you peered up at your dominants, holding back the flinches at Remus’ calloused hand.
“Is that right, baby? Y’wanna be played with? Want daddy to fuck up your little cunt more than it already is?” His tone was that of one you would use when speaking to a toddler, which in his mind, you were utterly brain dead like one, and this was the only way he thought of to be delicate with you.
“Do I have a choice?” You sigh, but nod feverishly when you receive that certain glare from Sirius, the one that never fails to keep you in check. “I meant..yes please, daddy.”
Sirius licks his lips, fed up with your attitude that showed through every time they offered to satiate your needy self. “No. No you don’t have a choice,” he waves Remus away momentarily, taking his spot before you and hooking a hand underneath your chin.
“If you did, then you wouldn’t be here right now. I could very well send you into a cellar and keep you there for days on end until a week’s time is through. And I’m sure this morning you would have taken that option instead. But I didn’t ask you, because I know what’s best for you, and it’s this exactly.”
Your head gets tilted up by his hand traveling down to the length of your neck, gripping it just tight enough that you let out a pained gasp, but not so firm that you couldn’t breath..yet.
“And don’t lie, I know you enjoy it. So unless you want to be treated like the filth you are, then I’d suggest you take what we give you with gratitude and keep your complaints to yourself.”
Sirius’ words struck like lighting, pounding in your ears repeatedly until you were forced to let them sink in, his comment about you liking the pleasurable pain being undeniably true.
Your head goes dizzy at the way he coldly pierced into your soul, nearly giving in to the urge of tossing your arms around his neck and hopping into his lap, apologizing repeatedly until you just couldn’t anymore.
Your response was wordless, in the form of a labored breath and an accepting nod, letting him know your behavior would now improve, especially now that Remus was here and offering to toy around with you.
“Go on,” Sirius says to Remus, who had two eyebrows shooting up, impressed with his friend’s unforgiving persona and seeing the flicker in your eyes turn fuzzy.
“You ready to be good f’us, baby?” Remus takes his spot again, cupping your tear-stricken face in his hands and laying a soft peck to your cheek, followed by a not so kind swat to the very same patch of skin, courtesy of Sirius telling him that you liked that sting.
“Pinky promise,” you pout, relishing in the feeling of his palm coming down on you, almost as strong as Sirius’, but definitely just as impactful.
“Yeah, now she’s acting all cute.” Sirius makes an irritated rotation of his eyes, picking at the inside of his fingernails, seemingly annoyed.
“Just needed some reinforcement on her,” Remus gives you a sympathetic pat of your knee, reminding you that you’d promised to be obedient now, and you’d better do well to remember it.
“Alright now, where were we?” He hums, talking to Sirius over his shoulder as he gave you time to steady your breathing from the fright he’d given you. “Tell me Pads,” he thinks, rapping his fingers against the mattress. “How is she at sucking cock? One of those impulsive gaggers, or can she take it?”
Sirius sucks his teeth, “Couldn’t tell you, mate. I know how much you used to rave on about wanting her dirty mouth put to work by sucking on your cock, thought I’d save that luxury just f’you.”
Remus becomes pleased at this, wanting to be the one to wreck your mouth and have you take down his load without question. “And uh, sweetie. You ever sucked a cock before?”
You widen your eyes, your own hands coming up to your throat and lighting dancing your fingertips on the skin anxiously. “Nuh uh,” you timidly shake your head.
“You wanna?” He snarks, curling his fingers around your wrist and yanking you to his chest with ease, your nostrils intaking his feral aroma as you get pushed to your knees by the man, quivering at the flash where everything occurred with you barely even realizing it.
“Nuh uh!” You squeal, scrambling back away from him on torpid limbs, only to be pulled back into his dark embrace once more. “S’gonna hurt,”
Remus scoffs, taking your hand in his and leading you off the mattress, the limbs beneath you failing you miserably. You come tumbling into his chest as he stabilizes you to the floor, understanding that since you’d gotten fucked raw by Sirius, you had barely moved off your spot.
“Ouchie,” every minor movement had you wincing out, your hands clawing into Remus’ forearm as he drags you to the middle of the room, pushing your shoulders down so you lowered yourself to the ground by his command.
“On your knees, little girl,” he sneers, no longer assisting you in getting you situated before him, ignoring the fact you’d told him you weren’t going to suck him off.
“Hands and knees, actually. I’ve got an idea.” Sirius corrects Remus, giving him a wink to indicate that he knew what he was doing.
“You heard the boss man,” Remus instructs with a shrug, watching you struggle to get in said position, both of the males laughing at your shaky attempt to do so.
You felt so disgraceful being in such a stance, the strewn piece of lingerie accentuating your arse that was wiggling out in front of Sirius’ eyes, flesh bruised and battered from previous ministrations.
“Said I didn’t know how, daddy.” You knit your eyebrows together, pulling out your most disgruntled look you could muster, though it was deemed useless in their eyes.
“And I remember saying that you’re here for our pleasure, so do us a favor and keep your babblin’ mouth shut.”
You barely register what he tells you, too caught up in the way you watched him impatiently tug off his leather belt, the clink of it giving you flashbacks to how Sirius had whipped you mercilessly with his a little while back.
You let out a moan as you come to remember it, immediately flushing in embarrassment when you realize how loud it was.
Sirius makes a remark to Remus, informing him why you were so mesmerized with the sight of his leather belt, and the lycanthrope returned his jest with one of his own about how he oughta use it on you too.
You watch as Remus begins ridding himself of layer after layer, your eyes glued to him in such a fixated way, you don’t even come to notice was Sirius was up to behind you, doing the very same as his friend but he was preparing himself to take you from the back while you receive a firm throat fucking in the front.
You nearly salivate at his exposed cock slapping against his lower abdomen, the muscles of his stomach rippling as the length stuck straight up, the tip red and pulsing, your mouth the only cure.
Normally he would instruct for you to take it in your hands first, get you familiar with the sensation, but given your arms were indisposed, being used as the only thing to hold you up, you could only stare blankly while your throat ran dry.
So he took the liberty of sliding a hand down, pumping the base of his length a few times to get him ready for the cavern of your mouth to choke around him.
“Daddy, I really don’t want to.” You croak as your lower lip wobbles, his size already appearing to be too much for you to handle. “‘M already all achy, and I dunno how-oh!”
And that’s the moment you were cut off of all basic luxuries, such as verbiage and oxygen, Remus thrusting his hips forward once and pushing his cock past the complaining opening of your mouth.
You struggle on your spot, squirming around indefinitely as you feel him immediately reach the back of your throat, his tip prodding angrily at it, eliciting an overwhelmed gag from you.
“That’s it, pet. That’s it, take my cock all the way, and don’t fucking stop.” A switch snapped inside of Remus, urging him to configure his persona into one of predatory captivity, where he was bound to use you until you practically shattered.
The unfamiliarity of your mouth being stuffed full had you letting yourself go limp, allowing the male to maneuver your actions in any way he saw fit; starting out by him dragging his nails across your scalp and gathering your locks between curled digits, scratching at them feverishly.
It was almost bestial, the way he sadistically grinned down at you before commencing a rigorous pace in the cavern of your mouth, your lips suctioning around him as his length obstructed your vocal cords.
Remus finally getting to gauge a reaction from you, he was dwindling in cloud 9 as Sirius watched with a haughty smile on his face, his cock twitching in the restraints of his pants from the view.
You flare your nostrils around his cock, getting in choppy breaths with great difficulty and peeling your waterlogged lashes back to reveal teary eyes to him, looking up at Remus in search of any reprieve.
Uncaring of your slip-up, he knew he could manage to control your actions such that all you needed to do was sit there and hold yourself up and he’d take care of all the hard work for you.
“Making me do everything on my own, aren’t you y/n?” His pearly whites sink into the cushioning flesh of his lips, groaning into air as he bobbed your head up and down his shaft, your whimpers cut off each time and your gags growing alongside. “Fucking useless, you are. I oughta get you a collar I can tug on instead, hm?”
The male puts out the offer, for your locks were slipping through his fingertips and he’d much prefer a concrete method to direct you without you having any way to escape it.
“Your ideas just get better and better, mate,” Sirius chuckles, unbuckling his belt for what could have been the millionth time that night, releasing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans and palming himself to the display. “And I’ve got one more,”
You barely notice Sirius’ next movements, too caught up in the whirlwind of having your throat wrecked beyond belief to see the raven haired male dauntingly strut behind you, kneeling down to where your barely-covered ass came into sight.
“Don’t tense up,” is all he said before gripping your hips bruisingly with his palm, lining himself up with your back entrance. Your eyes widened when you registered what his plans were, making you falter around Remus, who was more than thrilled to observe his friend occupying your second hole whilst he took control of the first.
You attempt to pull yourself off of Remus, wanting to voice your discontent, but you were shushed by him before you even had the chance to move away.
“Just take it baby. We’re not here to help you, doll.” It came out as a heartfelt tone, though it was his contrasted words that had you settling.
You flutter your eyes shut, the tip of Sirius’ cock moving up and down your clenching opening, euphoria striking from your lower abdomen.
You don’t see it, but the two males exchanged a nod, and suddenly you were stuffed to the brim, a simultaneous mix of torturing rapture hitting you all at once when Sirius thrusted in, and Remus returned to his prior potency in your mouth.
“I c-can’t,” you gargle around the brunette’s cock when Sirius began a robust pace, snapping his hips forward and fucking into your cunt like it was his own personal fleshlight.
You feel a hand behind you pressing against your lower back, making you arch into his touch. “Oh you can, bunny.”
Remus finishes for Sirius, gripping onto a nearby desk as stability. “And you fucking will,” A moan ripples through you at this, knowing you were in too deep to retract now.
“Make him stop-” you beg Remus in the form of a choking breath, thought it was cut off by another strangled cry from you.
Remus sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes as if he was over you and your chronic complaining. “We don’t control each other slut, we control you. And if daddy says you’re gonna take it and like it, then you’re going to do that exactly.”
It was as if your small request had frustrations building up further within him, for his intensity picked up by twofold, rendering it impossible for you to sputter out another word.
Your low sound of pleasure at the renewed vigor sent sparking vibrations up Remus’ cock, making his knees nearly buckle from above you.
“See how good you are, you’ve got daddy all breathless f’you,” Remus praises with a wispy laugh of approval, hips stuttering as every passing second had you more and more in practice with what he liked.
“Same thing with me, little one,” Comes Sirius’ raspy groan, pistoning into your cunt with a stabilizing hand to the globe of your ass. “I might even think about cumming in you this time.”
You whine at the prospect, wanting to feel both of them finishing in your holes and proving what they’d know all along; that you are and will be enjoying your stay at their house.
“Only if you’re good though, gotta prove to me you want it,”
And the easiest way to do that was for you to push your bum back on his cock, rocking your hips against him and feeling every vein of his, once again, use your cunt like it was a privilege for you.
“Want it,” you cough out, feeling your overstimulated cunt twitch around the cock pounding into you and the knot intricately tie itself from the grunts and groans the two of them elicited from the goodness of your body.
Remus’ thrusts become madly greedy, taking from you what he needed as Sirius angles himself behind you such that he was now sponging against your deepest spot, seeing as he’d already memorized where your pleasure point was.
“You want it, yeah? Well it looks like it’s your lucky fucking day,”
The grit was the final thing you’d manage to hear before the three of you came to the pleasure of one another. The coil intertwined in your stomach snapping with the final pass of Sirius’ cock inside of you. You worked Remus through his high, lazily suckling on his tip and relishing in the sensation of overstimulation never feeling both so good and so perfectly painful.
The two of them mumbled praises, degradations, everything you could think off all in a jumbled array of broken syllables and pleasured grips to any part of your body they could hold onto.
The room swirled with squelches and cries, all traveling back into your ears and causing your eyes to roll back into your head, the moment being so dirty, so wrong, but so fucking fulfilling.
Time turns to a mere construct, and someway, somehow you were now cockwarming Remus’ softened with your mouth while Sirius prepared a warm washcloth for you to rid you off the mess that both males had left you with.
It was the first time since you’d been brought into their abode that Sirius had provided you with supplemental aftercare, given the moment had been building up to this with Remus and he wanted to save the best for last.
You close your eyes when the heated towel touches your flesh, your cheek melding into Remus’ thigh as you let yourself be taken care of in a romantic way this time.
Given a choice, you’d stay like this all night; Sirius taking away the dregs of cum that stained your body and a comfortable use of your mouth occurring above you. But you knew it could only last so long before you were carried off to bed, tucked in until the next morning’s venture.
You were not allowed slumber without a sultry comment from Remus to Sirius, making another shock of excitement twinge right where it needed to.
“Mate,” he grabs his friend’s attention, giving a suggestive smirk to something else they could try out in the coming week.
“Wouldn’t you agree..that we oughta introduce our little gift to Jamie too, yeah?”
I hate this ending, goodbye and good night<3
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messers-moony · a month ago
Second Choice | R.B
Paring: Young!Regulus Black X Fem!Half-Blood!Reader
Summary: Regulus doesn’t talk much, but his actions do it for him.
Word Count: 1.8K
Inspiration: Click
Regulus Black was poison. He was the most robust alcohol and the deepest ocean. He was toxic, addicting, and filled with secrets. He was quiet, cynical, and secretive. 
He was the definition of everyone's least favorite. 
Regulus wasn’t ever the favorite. He was never the first choice. He was never the symphony that brought a smile to people's faces. 
He was a last resort. 
Until he met her. 
Granted, in the beginning, he thought she was quite annoying. Professor Slughorn made her sit beside him for a partner's project. She stuck to him like a tick on a dog. Regulus never spoke to her, but she talked to him. Y/n wrote little things on the margins of his parchment, which Regulus thought was frustrating. All his Potions notes now had stupid sayings on the side or little doodles. But he couldn’t find the heart to tell her off. 
Regulus was a creature of habit. Since his first year, he had been going to the Astronomy Tower at midnight to stare at the night sky. When he became Prefect, it became even easier to do so. His black shoes made a clicking noise as he made his way to the tower. His dark brown messenger bag was slung around him and swayed with his movements. His white button-up was wrinkled, pants covered in cat hair from a neighboring Slytherin familiar, and tie loosened around his neck. The silver glinted in the yellow light. 
The stairs to the Tower were stone and narrow. His shoes echoed through the narrow hallway. Regulus opened the wooden door and was greeted with a gust of cold wind. His hair swept back with the strong breath of air, and he shut the door behind him quietly. The tower was a cylinder with railings on the edge, telescopes around the outlook for when class was in session. Regulus sat down on the concrete allowing the wind to take over his hair and cool his face.
He pulled his notes from his bag, placing them on his lap. His hand held up his chin as he peered down at the Potions notes he had written with raven ink. Flint eyes stared at his calligraphy writing, and ebony hair was put behind his ear. His porcelain skin began to chill, but he continued to reread the parchment laid out in front of him. He couldn’t help but let his eyes travel to the grey ink on the margins of his notes complimenting his hair, eyes, or writing. 
Every day she found something to compliment him with. He couldn’t fathom how she could do it. Regulus looked at himself in the mirror every morning while tying his tie and didn’t see anything but a disappointment. The disappointment of a son, of a brother, of a person. He didn’t get grades like Sirius. He wasn’t ruthless like his parents. He wasn’t an extrovert, wasn’t an overachiever, wasn’t a prodigy, and definitely couldn’t be a death eater. 
Sirius had girls trailing him wherever he went. Girls wouldn’t come within ten feet of Regulus. Y/n was the exception. He could recognize her writing from miles away. It was always in a silvery grey, with a remarkable resemblance to the Times New Roman font. If it had been anyone else, they would’ve stayed as far from Regulus as possible. But she wasn’t scared. From what he had gathered, she was a half-blood and loved muggle London. 
She would tell him all about her adventures, and Regulus would pretend not to listen but later would write in a journal everything she had said. The week before fifth year ended, she had been going on about a muggle book. Her aunt had sent her a book that Y/n hadn’t been able to obtain before going to Hogwarts, but now that she had read it, Y/n wasn’t quiet about it. Regulus wrote down the book name and the author discretely in the bottom right corner of his notes.
That summer, Regulus sent Andromeda an owl asking if she could find the book. A week later, Regulus had obtained the book. Over a month, he had read it over ten times. The cover was cracked, as was the spine. Inside he had written his thoughts with his favorite quill. He dog-eared pages and underlined his favorite quotes. In the back cover, he wrote about his life, about Sirius leaving, about his parents thinking he wasn’t worthy of being a death eater, about always being second to Sirius. Within two hours, the back cover was filled with what felt like Regulus’ whole life story.
On the first day of Potions, the book was placed on her side of the desk. Y/n stared at it inquiringly. She carefully picked it up and flipped through the pages to see them covered in ink. Without a word, she placed it into her black backpack. Y/n turned to her right, where Regulus sat, reading his Potions book. He showed no sign of suspicion, and Y/n picked up her quill. Gently, she wrote in the bottom left corner of his Potions book, “You’re eyes sparkle like the stars when you’re concentrating.”
Regulus peered at her writing, and a flush took place on his cheeks. He shook his head and continued writing down notes when something got shoved on his side of the desk. It was a bright green color and was a slim cylinder. Regulus stared at it curiously, and Y/n chuckled, picking up the item. 
She uncapped the cylinder, “It helps information stand out.” 
He stared, “Here, look.”
Y/n used the green cylinder, and it glided against the smooth pages of the textbook. The words stood out with the green rectangular border around them, “It’s called a highlighter, muggles use them. Since you’re always writing down notes, I thought it might be beneficial.”
“Here,” Y/n placed the muggle highlighter in his hand, “You try.”
Regulus held the highlighter like he held his quill. He skimmed over the page and used the green cylinder to border important information in green. He couldn’t lie; using this muggle technology was much easier than rewriting all the information with a quill. Y/n looked at him with a gleeful smile at his use of her gift. 
“It's much easier, isn’t it?”
He nodded and began to hand it back. Y/n pushed his hand to his side of the desk, “It’s yours now. I have plenty.”
“Thank you.” It was the first time he had ever spoken to her.
“You’re welcome, Regulus.”
His stomach twisted pleasantly at hearing his given name fall from her lips. It was sweet like Honeydukes chocolate and smooth like ink. Regulus wanted to listen to it over and over again. He continued to use the muggle highlighter through his Potions textbook and used it on his notes while Professor Slughorn began teaching them to brew Liquid Luck. Regulus wrote furiously, trying to mark every word falling from the Professors mouth because, to be worthy, he needed to keep his marks high. Maybe then his parents would be proud of him. 
That evening Y/n spent her time in the dorm. She didn’t leave for dinner and decided to reread her favorite book along with the annotations that someone had put inside it for her. The ink was black, and the handwriting seemed unfamiliar. It took her a week before finally finishing the complete copy of the book plus the newly written ink on the inside. When she went to close the book, she saw that the page was filled with ink. The handwriting was tiny like they wanted to fit as much as possible on the back. Y/n began to read. 
I don’t quite understand why you speak to me. Most people would cower away at the thought of me. I’m not anything special. I’ve never been anything spectacular. My parents have always thought of me as a second choice, always thinking my brother was far superior to me. He’s always been more competent than I, better than I. His marks are outstanding, and mine are barely average. My parents don’t even think I’m worthy of our family surname.
You always find something new to compliment me on, and I don’t understand how. I don’t know how you can find me to be this beautiful person you always write about, that you always talk about. Sometimes I think that maybe you’ve been thinking about the wrong person. But other times, I relish feeling that I can be good enough for someone to notice. That maybe I could be someone’s first choice. 
I may fit my parent's standards, but I’ve never been the one they wanted. Once Sirius left, they had no choice but to begin my ‘training’ to be the heir of the Noble House of Black. My heart aches at the remembrance of his departure. The older brother who once held me through all my fears had left behind in the dust for his best friend. 
I’ve never spoken to you, but my heart longs for yours. You make my days brighter, and the stars shine. One day in Potions, you gave me a piece of parchment of facts about the Leo constellation just because you wanted to know more about where my name had come from. You told me all about my astrological sign - Cancer, because you wanted to learn more about me. 
In my entire life, I’ve never felt good enough. I’ve always been the leaf to a beautiful flower or the dark blue sky to the moon. I’ve been pushed aside my entire life, been shoved behind my elder brother, and been compared to other children my whole life. But when I sit beside you in Potions, you’ve shown me things and told me things that I’ve never thought about. I’m not good with words. I’ve never been a poet. 
My voice isn’t smooth or silky. You’ve talked the world of this book, and I finally understand why. It’s taken me a month to read and reread to make sure this is perfect for you because you deserve nothing less. 
You shatter my resolve, destroy my mask. My face burns when I see your writing on my notes. My stomach twists when you bite the tip of your quill. Sometimes ink residue is left on your lip, and I’m left yearning to wipe it away. My heart races when you place your hair behind your ear, wishing it was my hair you were doing it with. My eyes flicker towards yours when you’re so tired, and they flutter shut. I’d love nothing more than for you to lean your head on my shoulder. 
You speak of adventure, and you ask me what I want to adventure. I think I’ve finally found my answer. I want my tale to begin with you. 
Their dynamic was different after that. The following morning in Potions, she placed the book on top of his next book. Regulus flushed at the sight of the well-loved book he spent his summer reading. He noticed how Y/n took her seat beside him. Without a second thought, her head was laid on his shoulder, and she intertwined their hands together. 
“You’ll always be my first choice, Reggie.”
Regulus could’ve melted into a puddle on the spot. 
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lilithcromwell · a month ago
“Yes, Professor”
you've been feeling different urges around Remus so you go to him to ask for help when your roommates can't give you a proper answer
PAIRING: Professor!Remus X Student!Reader
WARNINGS ➡ NSFW, DARK THEME, innocence kink (you don't even know what a dick looks like here i-), praise kink, male & female oral, penetration, virginity loss, corruption kink if you squint your eyes enough
REQUESTS: open (check navigation for any updates)
WORD COUNT: 3026 (you're all up for an intense ride)
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“When I tell you he only lasted for 8 seconds, I mean 8 seconds!”
You looked up from your bed as your roommates entered. “8 seconds?! He couldn’t wait for at least a minute?”
“I know I’m good but I didn’t think I was that good..”
From the way they were talking, you most likely assumed they were talking about boys again. They were always talking about it around you, how they take their time and something about not keeping a certain pace.
You never understood, you just kept quiet. When they talk about taking their time, do they mean reading? Or not keeping a pace while running through the hallways? The two girls kept giggling as they sat down on their own beds, still facing each other from across the room.
You continued writing down on your parchment, glancing at the Herbology book from time to time, and trying to deafen their voices in your head. “Alright, how big was he?” Your roommate from your left asked.
“I’m not telling一” The other answered, tucking away her books on her drawers.
“I’ll make this easier. I’ll keep moving my hand and you stop when I reach it, alright?” She said keeping a stance of her hands slightly touching. This got your attention, causing you to look beside you and watch her.“Ready? Go.”
She started pulling away her hands, while the other stopped to look at her. “No, wait, you’re kidding?!” She exclaimed, reaching about 6 inches. She kept moving her hand with her mouth so wide open that a fly could just enter it.
“No! You’ve got to be一” She widened her eyes reaching 12 inches. Moving her hand up to 20, her eyebrows were so scrunched up. “And he only lasted 8 seconds?!”
“He is not that big!” The girl across from you answered, pissed off but still had a smile.
“Did you at least have an orgasm though?” She flopped to her bed, pursing her lips then shaking her head. You looked down, avoiding their gaze. You’ve been having feelings around your body that you can’t control, and they happen at the most unusual instances. You were too scared to ask anyone, afraid that the answer might be that you’re diagnosed with some kind of illness.
“Not so bad. He kept gagging me too much though..”
Asking couldn’t hurt, right? So you start with a simple one.
“Can you guys explain what a blowjob is?” The two snapped their focus to you, completely surprised with your question. They stared at you for a minute to make sure they weren’t hearing things, then giving each other a glance filled with excitement.
“Oh, I will!” The girl beside you raised her hands, as if reciting in class.
“No, this is my time to shine! To impart actual knowledge!” The girl across from her said, while the other frowned.
“I get to tell her about edging next!” She cheered.
“Yeah, yeah. Next is anal.” The other shrugged it off, while the one on your left raised her hands in triumph. A small part of you was already starting to regret your question after hearing the terms they used.
“A blowjob is basically pulling a guy’s trousers down,” she mimicked with hand gestures. “Along with his boxers if you dare ask! The chances of it pointing straight up are very low, men need work.” The one on your left nodded in agreement.
“So you take it in your hand gently and stroke it up and down. If you’re ready to go to the next level, mouth open一opens her mouth一and put it in.” She ended, as if putting a long shaped tube inside her mouth.
“It’s basic knowledge! You see one in front of you, you lick it. Think of it as the glass of water you’ve been scouring miles for after spending your entire life in the desert..” She dramatically looks far in the distance, while the other just bit her lip.
“Why would I have to lick water?” You asked, breaking the silence and imaginations they enjoyed.
“N-Nevermind, forget that part. You’ll figure it out on your own one day.” She waved her hands.
“Edging! Me!” Your other roommate cheered.
“You want to know about edging?” The previous girl asked, looking for your approval. They both knew you were too innocent for your own good. Vulnerable actually. So they handled the situation with caution for you not to be frightened.
“There’s no harm, right?”
“Edging is when you’re close to an orgasm and he suddenly stops, because let’s face it: our misery is amusing to these baboons.”
“Said it right!” The other praised, raising her hands to the air.
“It’s not that he doesn’t want to let you have an orgasm, he just wants to make the feeling better by...10 folds.”
“Get it?” They both faced you, grins on their faces.
“Mhm.” You bluffed, nodding. Turns out this situation requires another person to help.
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“Sir, I’ve had weird feelings…” You started, watching Remus glance up to you.
“Weird feelings?” He scrunched his eyebrows. You nodded, gulping before finally ripping open the bandaid.
“I feel urges often, and maybe I’m just dumb or even brain dead,” you tried to chuckle off. “But I really don't know what it is. I-I’ve tried asking for help from my dorm mates, but I don’t understand a single word!”
Remus nods along, looking to a far corner. “Describe these urges.” He answered in a deep melodious voice, and there it once again came back under his gaze.
“I, heart beats fast, my breathing also quickens. I find myself…” You trail off, too cringed to continue your words.
“I’m not here to judge you. There’s a reason why you came to me for help, isn’t there?”
“You said if we ever needed anything, the door to your office was open..” You flashed a small smile, to which he mirrored with a nod. He kept his eyes on you, expecting the rest of your response.
“I...squeeze my thighs together and this sort of feeling builds up.” He suddenly got interested, dropping the quill that was once on his fingers.
“When do you feel them? Or when exactly do they happen?” Remus asks with a smirk, while you tapped your finger to the fabric of your skirt.
“, sir.” You mumbled low. “That’s why I asked for your help, maybe there was something I missed. An illness or a virus maybe? Maybe I need to be sent to St. Mungos一 “
“It’s nothing severe, my dear,” Remus answered with the same smirk, pushing himself away from the edge of his table. “In fact, you were right to come to me.” He rose up from his seat, walking around his table.
For a split second you thought he was headed your way, and the same sensation came back. Your heart rate increased, the insides of your shirt starting to feel hot. But he grabbed his wand from behind you and muttered a silencing and locking charm.
“Because I know just the answer.” Remus whispers, a few octaves lower that suddenly makes your knees buckle.
He grabbed your shoulders and flipped you around, your back on his chest. His touch gave you goosebumps. Remus hands slowly traveled from your shoulders to your chest before reaching your tits. He circled your nipples through your shirt, making you tremble.
A slick wet feeling started forming on your underwear, while you felt him back himself against you. Remus continued what he was doing, hearing your small whimpers as he rested his hand on your shoulders.
“Is it alright for me to touch you like this?” You nodded slowly, surrendering to the rush. “I prefer words, pup.” He whispered to you ear, lips grazing over the skin of your neck.
“Yes, sir.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Professor.”
Your nipples started to feel hard. The feeling was like no other. A mixture of confusion and bliss clouded your mind, feeling him apply pressure. They started to poke out of your shirt, making him chuckle deeply.
His lips met your neck, slowly moving. His other hand traveled down along your body, his touch stinging too your skin.Your underwear started to feel soaked, making you confused. His lips felt amazing on your skin, you fluttered your eyes closed. Remus’ slight hums made you arch your back and rest your head on his shoulder.
He stops and gently faces you towards him, taking your hand and leading you to his table. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it.
“Sir, what’re you doing?” You asked, covering your eyes with both your hands. You heard shuffling close by, your eyes averting to the wall.
There was a moment of silence where you just stood there. “It’s alright, pup..” He mumbled a few seconds later, taking hold of your hand and pulling it away from your face slowly.
Averting your eyes, you see him on the edge of his desk, pants down. Your cunt was aching so much from the sight of him. You slowly walked forward closer to Remus. This is probably what your dorm mates called a “cock” or “dick”. Depending on length, he wasn’t necessarily small nor big. But you were sure any girl that stared at them would faint from his size.
“Go on. Stroke it.” He mumbled low. Still looking at it, you look up to him.
“Sir, I’m scared I might hurt you…”
“You won’t. I’ll hold your hand, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Professor’s here..” He took your right hand and rubbed it gently before intertwining it with his.
Taking a deep breath, you reached for his cock and lightly wrapped your hands around it before stroking it gently. Looking up, Remus’ head was thrown back, groans escaping his lips. The feeling on your cunt came back, this time stronger and more intense.
“Very good, sweetheart.” He grinned through his moans, feeling you quicken your pace. You found yourself biting your lip from the sight. His hold on your other hand didn’t loosen, he held onto it like his life was on the line.
Snapping his head up, he takes a glimpse of your face. “On your knees.”
Quickly following his orders, you let go of his cock and knelt down. Your innocent expression was close to making Remus hazy. Seeing his cock out while you looked so clueless, on your knees while looking up at him was an image he jerked off to once.
“Mouth open,” you opened it. “Tongue out. Lick it until it’s hard..” Sticking your tongue out, you draw your face closer to his cock before giving a small kitten lick on the slit.
“Doing very good for me, pup…” Remus moans, hips slightly jerking backward from the feeling of your tongue. You swirl your tongue around him, licking him from the tip up to the base from under. You started to feel him get hard, his cock beginning to point up. He moved his hand to your hair, stroking it in a soft manner before taking a fistful of it and pushing himself in.
You must admit, the feeling of him inside your mouth was amazing. Your jaw might hurt but nothing could replace the feeling you currently have. He guided your head up and down, your name spilling out of his mouth from time to time.
“Fucking shit…” He pushed your head up to the base, making you gag. You widen your eyes, feeling the end of his cock on our throat. He didn’t let go of your hand, not once. He kept pushing your head deeper, and your throat started to make squelch noises from the contact.
Looking back up to him, you see him smiling. Keeping eye contact, you hollowed your cheeks and he twitched before a runny liquid ran down your throat. You stared at him, hearing him tell you to swallow it. Gulping it down, a salty aftertaste fills your tastebuds.
Bending down, he backs you up to the desk and runs his hands through your legs, thighs and reaches your ass. He gave a smack making you jump with a yelp. Remus pulls down your underwear slowly but with eagerness.
“You’re a virgin, right?”
“No one’s ever touched me like this, sir..”
“Let’s do something about that then.” He also pulled your skirt down leaving you completely exposed. His gaze on your cunt made you look down. “If you’re a come you’re clean?” Remus asks, slightly bewildered.
“You shaved..” He narrows his eyes.
“Sir, o-one of my friends helped me..”
“Boy or girl?” He was quick to throw back.
“He ate you, didn’t he?” The confused look on your face, made him rephrase his sentence. “He used his tongue inside you?”
You looked away from his gaze and throat slightly dry from the nervousness. “S-Sorry, sir.”
“Did he一”
“No, sir.”
“Very good. We can’t have you all vulnerable to another guy.” He slid his fingers in you immediately, two at a time. You held onto the edge of the desk, feeling him pump them in and out. Your knees started to feel weak, louder whimpers flowing out of your mouth now.
“You feel so tight, sweetheart..”
He quickened his pace, making your legs shake. Your chest heaved up and down, while you threw your head back and moaned. “Professor…”
He had a smug look on his face. Eyes trailing all over your body from your neck that almost has a hickey to your still hard nipples and your cunt that was being fingered by him. Remus chuckled as he felt your wetness trail down his arm.
Drawing his face closer, he sucks some of your wetness from your cunt. The feeling of his lips and his fingers made you tremble too much. “Feels good, Professor..”
The slurp sounds from his mouth made you want to close your legs. Even with his mouth working, his fingers didn’t stop at nothing to stretch you out. The pit on your stomach started to build up and you were moaning louder than before.
“Sir...I’m..There’s一” You couldn't find the right words for it, but seeing him look up to your eyes while his lips was on your cunt suddenly made you release something on his mouth. With your aching cunt, he pulls himself away, watching you shake from your first ever orgasm.
“Do you want to feel more?” He looked straight into your eyes. You’ve never felt such...bliss. It was incomparable to anything you’ve ever done that brought you joy. And you surely wouldn’t pass down the chance of feeling it once again.
“Yes, sir.” You answered, and he lifted you to sit on the table. Remus spread your legs apart, seeing the wetness he just did to you. You held onto his forearms for support. He took hold of his cock and lined it up against your entrance.
“Are you sure? Because with everything I just saw, heard and did, I won’t be able to stop myself once this starts.”
“I’m sure.”
Remus leaned in and pushed himself in, feeling you grip onto his shirt. You scrunched up you face, feeling the slight pain in your lower abdomen. He looked up and waited for you to clam down before continuing to push himself inside.
“It h-hurts, sir..” You mewled near him.
“Just a little more, pup.”
“It’s not all in yet?” You raised your eyebrows. You thought that that was it.
“Only half is in.” He chuckled. “Come on, I’ll hold your hand through it. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Pushing himself more inch by inch, you bent your head downwards with your mouth wide open.
“Open up for me, come on...there we go.” He grins, finally pushing all of his cock inside you. He starts moving, glancing up to you from time to time.
A sharp pain can be felt on your cunt, sensitive from the sudden movement. But you later found yourself moaning when he speeds up his pace.
His clutch on your hand was the same. Protective and reassuring.
You arch your back, hearing his skin slap with your thighs. You place your hands on the table to support your trembling body (although it didn’t really help). Glancing back to Remus, he was grunting all over the place. He gritted his teeth, making sharper thrusts that made you scream.
“Sir, it’s coming back..” You referred to the coil on your stomach that was gradually making you reach another orgasm. His grip on your thighs was tight.
“Let it be.” Remus responds before taking your lips to his and covering your moans with a kiss. You gripped his forearm, feeling go even deeper. It somehow felt even better when he got further inside and you can feel all of him.
“Want me to fill up this cunt?” He whispers through the kiss, grip on your thigh getting tighter by the second.
“Mhm...yes, please.” You replied, not knowing what it meant. He gave a few more hard thrusts that made you silently yell from how he was stretching you out completely.
He kept going deeper, harder and faster that it eventually made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. One final thrust made you scream. “Oh my g-god.” The coil broke and washed you over with euphoria.
“Does it feel good? My cum painting your tight pussy?” He growls to your lips, giving a small peck.
“Feels so good, sir.” Both of your bodies relaxed a few seconds later. You and Remus were catching your breath. You could even feel him pulsing inside you, while white liquid came out of your hole and went down to your thighs.
He then pulled out and grinned at you. You were trembling from the pleasure you just felt, wanting to feel it all over again even with the circumstances at cost.
“When you feel it again, come straight to me. No stopovers. Especially to boys. I don’t care whether you feel it before class, during or even the middle of the night, tell me about it and we’ll fix that..understand me, love?”
“Yes, Professor.” You nodded. Remus lifted your chin and placed a small kiss on your lips.
“Good girl.”
— END.
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ddejavvu · 9 hours ago
🌿 congratulations for the 300 i love ur writings sm!! can i get remus lupin with the trope academic rivals to lovers? thank you & have a nice day <3
come celebrate 300 followers with me!
Hi lovely! thank you so much, i also combined this with a regular enemies to lovers request for rem :D
You found yourself trapped between Remus Lupin and Sirius Black during potions, your head in your hands as you beat yourself up for not just choosing a different empty seat. Why did you have to choose the one they were going to storm?
Sirius was, thankfully, distracted, tossing little scraps of parchment into the back of James’s robes and looking around innocently when the curly-haired boy whirled around to glare at him. It was the day you were receiving your potions exams back, and you really didn’t want to see the look on Lupin’s face if you happened to score below him. Normally you were confident in your abilities, but the smug smirk that Lupin threw your way every time it was announced that you came in second place to him made your blood boil and you usually lost your cool.
You weren’t sure when you and Lupin started going for each other’s throats, probably sometime around third year when you’d sat beside him for the entire semester. He’d quickly learned that you were very close to catching up to his good marks, and saw you as an adversary for the rest of your time at Hogwarts.
Ever since then, you’d flash your test scores at each other from across the room, a patronizing smirk on his face if he managed to trump yours and a haughty smile on yours if you had received better marks.
Slughorn did his best to pass your exam back without showing your score, but you weren’t able to peek at the number circled around the top without your seatmates seeing. Sirius bumped his shoulder with yours, congratulating you on getting thirty percent above him, but Lupin’s face contorted into that twisted grin again.
“Only a 95? My dog could do better than that.”
“But I didn’t,” Sirius flashed his own ‘65%’, eliciting a snort and a ‘better luck next time, Pads,’ from the man on your other side.
Slughorn finally came back around with Lupin’s test, sliding the parchment over the desk face-down. Lupin confidently flipped the parchment over, mouth already open to berate you for once again scoring below him, but a bright red ‘94%’ stared him back in the face.
He sat in strained silence for a moment, trying to figure out how to possibly recover from the embarrassment he’d set himself up for. You basked in his defeat, smoothing out your parchment and displaying it face-up on your desk.
You turned to face Lupin, watching as he tucked his paper out of your sight, as if the damage hadn’t already been done. 
“You know, if you need a tutor, you could have just asked.”
“I don’t need a tutor,” He hissed, turning his attention back to the front of the room and focusing on the blank chalkboard.
“Right. Well, if you change your mind, I’m in the library from seven to nine tonight.” 
Your suggestive comment catches Sirius’s attention, and he throws you a quick glance before slipping out of his seat, going to bother Potter instead of being a third wheel. Remus was equally intrigued by your offer, thinking deeply for a second before responding.
“Fine, it’s a date. I mean, not a date-date, but, like- you know, we’re gonna-”
You cut off Remus’s rambling, “Just be there at seven, and shut up.”
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partlystiles · 3 months ago
Reward - Remus Lupin
Reward - Remus Lupin
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remus lupin x she/they!reader (smut)
summary: after Remus Lupin’s wonderful girlfriend passes their test, Remus makes sure she gets the reward she deserves.
word count: 4423
warnings: NSFW, praise, thigh riding, rough!sex, use of pet names, hair pulling, swearing 
not proof-read!
so my favourite person in the world, @bibicyclee​ , passed summer school and because we’re oceans apart, i’m gifting them with smut for our favourite werewolf. enjoy, nico.
They’d been staring at the pile of stacked papers on Slughorn’s desk all period, watching and waiting for the man to take the pile in his hands and dispute them out to each student. But he hadn’t, not yet anyway and instead decided to drone on and on about how the class had done so well this year in both practical and theory lessons when in reality, the class probably didn’t care and just wanted him to hand out their final test scores.
Y/N was one of the students most eager for her theory test back, this was the grade that determined her year average. If she gets an Acceptable or below, her overall grade will be a Poor but if they got above an Acceptable, then their overall grade could be an Acceptable or even higher which would be a dream come true. They had studied hard for this and she pitied her boyfriend for having to spend countless nights awake with them helping her go over the things that Slughorn had hinted would be on the test.
And he had been right, somewhat, some topics were ones that she hadn’t revised and took a wild guess at but a lot of them were ones that Remus spent hours drilling into their mind with fun games where he would quiz her with a stupid, goofy smile on his face and if they got it right, he would feed them one piece of their favourite Honeydukes fudge and if they got it wrong, she’d have to watch him eat it.
The bastard made a show out of it, telling them how delicious it was after he had swallowed it as she stared at his fingers whilst he sucked the fudge remnants off of it before quirking his eyebrows at them and speaking the next question.
Endless studying with no games had been put in the night before the test and after it, Y/N had practically collapsed into Remus in the Great Hall with drooping eyes from their tiredness and he had laughed at her, kissing her forehead and letting them know they only had two lessons until they could go and sleep. She had mumbled something that he couldn’t hear but when they brought their head away from him and settled on stealing Sirius’ uneaten sandwich on his plate, Remus reckoned she was okay.
That was last week and now they could perfectly see the graded tests on Slughorn’s desk, waiting to be handed out. She wasn’t really paying attention so when her professors body blocked her view of the papers, they perked up when he picked them up and turned to the class with a beaming smile as he announced he was about to hand them.
It took a while for her own test to be settled on her desk and when it did, they were delighted to see a large O for Outstanding scrawled in the middle of a circle at the top of her paper. She was in some sort of happy, dumbfounded daze for a moment as they stared at the letter. They had passed, she had actually passed Potions and could carry on with it the next school year.
And as though it could hear her inner thoughts about being excited to tell Remus, the bell rung for the final time that day and Slughorn released the class with a kind farewell to them all. Y/N was out of their seat immediately, grabbing their bag in one hand and their essay in the other before she set off out of the classroom, sprinting to find her boyfriend. She knew that he had a free period when she had her Potions lessons so they expected to find him in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Luckily Marlene McKinnon was there to let them in by giving the password to the Fat Lady and waving as she ran through the portrait hole with an excited smile on her face whilst running towards the stairs up the boys dormitories and running until she found herself at the door to the sixth-year dorms and excitedly knocking over and over again.
Sirius was the one to answer the door, swinging it open with a cigarette in between his lips and he quirked  up a smile at the sight of them and their excited face. Y/N simply lifted the paper up with a happy squeal and Sirius snatched the cigarette out of his mouth before squealing with her and tackling her in a large hug before picking her up off of the floor and turning so they were both in the room.
He kicked the door shut behind him and placed them down on the floor as the door made a thud. James, Peter and Remus all looked up from their beds at the noise and up at the member of the opposite gender in their room. Remus smiled at the sight of his partner and smiled impossibly more at their flushed cheeks and wide grin.
“What’s up?” He swung his legs over the side of his bed, his feet hitting the floor as he stood and walked over to her, smiling down at their happy face. She lifted her paper up and squealed again, Sirius squealing in delight too as Peter and James laughed at him. “An O? What the...”
Remus took it from her with a smile of his own and ran a hand through his shaggy hair whilst he read it and Y/N stood before him and welcomed his tight embrace with a laugh as he twirled her around slightly with a laugh before setting them down again and connecting their lips in a kiss. Her hand cupped his cheek as they chuckled against his lips and he smiled before pressing their lips together again.
“I’m proud of you.” He mumbled against her lips, his hands that were circled around their waist pulling her tighter against him as she wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him closer again. “So, so proud of you for passing.”
“I think this is where we make our swift exit.” Peter commented, met with laughs from everyone as he and James began to get up off of their beds.
“You guys don’t have to-”
Remus cut YN off with another kiss, moving his lips against hers softly as she hummed slightly in delight of the affection. His lips slowly moved away to her ear and they shivered as his hot breath hit their skin whilst he spoke the next words. “Let them go, baby.”
“See you later.” She turned their head with a smile to wave bye to the other boys who gave the couple looks before leaving as Remus chuckled lowly into her ear, sending another shiver down their spine
“Use protection.” James said and then made a motion to let them know he was watching them which made the couple raise their eyebrows at him. “James doesn’t want any babies.”
“Is James referring to himself in third person?” Remus asked the boy who stood nonchalant in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed whilst Y/N glanced between her boyfriend and James with an amused smile.
“...No.” James hesitated for a second before he scrunched his nose up at Remus in denial of the claim before disappearing away from the door and letting it swing closed with a thud behind him. “Don’t forget the silencing spell!” 
“Muffliato.” Remus cast quickly, getting his wand from his pocket and pointing at the door before locking it with a non-verbal spell too. Y/N raised her eyebrows at him as he tossed his wand onto James’ bed before gripping at his partners hips and pulling them close to kiss them.
“You’re eager.” Y/N said in between kisses, though they didn’t actually mind how tightly Remus had her pressed against him whilst they kissed. 
“Just proud of my special girl.” He mumbled, deepening the kisses slowly whilst they stood in the middle of the dorm, lips connecting and parting when someone wanted to say something. “Wanna give her a well-deserved reward.”
“Reward, huh?” She chuckled, kissing back with fervour before parting to murmur again. “Someone's extremely horny today.”
“You’re lecturing me about being horny?” He pulled back, laughing lowly and they bit their lip up at him and his perfect face. His hands moved from around her waist towards her jumper he pulled off of them before starting to undo the tie around their neck. “Who was the one wanting me to take off a piece of clothing every time you got an answer right last week?”
“Can you blame me?” Y/N smirked, running their hands up his clothed chest as he slowly took her tie off and his fingers came to fiddle with the buttons of their shirt after her had dropped the tie to the floor. “I have the hottest and horniest boyfriend.”
“I’m not that horny.” He continued to undo the buttons on their shirt, enjoying how with every one that came loose, the more skin or piece of underwear he got to see. “I could resist.”
“Sure you can...” They looked at his face and how he stared down so lustfully at their unbuttoned shirt that was no longer tucked into their school skirt. His eyes trained to their bra and he glanced up at them every so often as he just stared at them. “You can resist, huh?”
“I just wanna reward you for getting a good score on your test, sweetheart.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly took their shirt off and eyed her breasts hungrily, not even bothered by the way they had her eyebrows raised knowingly. “But yes...I can resist if I wanted.”
“I bet I couldn’t even get off on your thigh without you needing to fuck me.” Y/N shivered as his rough hands stroked up and down her sides, the feeling of his fingertips heavenly on their soft skin.
“I’ll take that action.” Remus grinned, his hands moving from her sides down to her ass which was covered by their skirt and he squeezed the flesh from over the garments. He then grabbed her hand and dragged her over to his bed whilst he sat on the end and put his hands on their hips.
“I was just joking...” Y/N trailed off as Remus smirked and unzipped her skirt from the back before licking his lips as he watched it fall down their legs into a pile on the floor. He leaned forward and began to kiss at their stomach, his open-mouth kisses leaving tingles everywhere he went.
“It was a good joke,” He said as his hands made their way back to her ass and he palmed it slowly. “So good that I reckon we should try it out if you think I’m so horny.”
“Rem-” They were cut off by Remus’ fingers plucking the top of her socks that were pulled up just below the knee. She looked down at him and all he did was raise an eyebrow which told them everything she needed to know. 
Slowly in order to tease him, she reached down to her first sock and bent down slightly to pull it off which gave him the perfect view of their breasts in the cups of her bra. He bit his lip as he watched them bounce as she went up before going back down to pull off the other sock; once they were off she moved closer to him again and his hands found home on her hips once more.
His thumbs smoothed over her skin a couple of soothing times as they ran a hand through his hair but he moved back from their hold until he lay against his headboard and with a smirk, he patted his thigh and watched as Y/N climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him to straddle her legs on either side of one of his thighs.
“Take your shirt off.” She said, smiling as they reached for the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms lazily and let them pull it off before tossing it over her shoulder and across the room and turning her head back to press a soft kiss against his lips whilst their hands travelled up his chest and rested on his shoulders. “I’m gonna win this bet.”
“Sure you will.” Remus smirked, delivering a quick squeeze to their ass before nodding as a signal for them to start moving. 
She gave him a small smile and kept their eyes locked with his as she began to move back and forth along his thigh, the material of her knickers rubbing against the perfect spot slowly as they tortured them both with the steady pace she set. Remus’ eyes grew dark with lust at the slow pace as they held eye contact and Y/N dragged herself over his thigh still covered with his trousers.
They continued with the slow pace, sighing in content at the feeling of her knickers sliding over her clit every now and then when they reached the right point of going back and forth. The couple were challenging each other with their eyes, Remus was challenging Y/N to keep teasing him and Y/N was challenging him with the bet. He had underestimated how right she probably was but he didn’t want to give them any satisfaction so he just relaxed and held the eye contact to wait for her to break.
An idea formed in his head and his lips tipped up into a smirk, holding the eye contact as he bounced his leg up and in turn making her gasp at the friction of it against her. He bounced it again and they exhaled softly, dragging herself across his thigh in a slightly faster pace whilst he bounced his leg and watched as her mouth fell open slightly before they closed it at the look of satisfaction on his face.
“Don’t hold back, baby.” He chuckled lowly as they slowed down their ruts against his hip, sighing as his thigh kept bouncing up and rubbing the material against her clit. “Just let go and lose the bet.”
“Yeah, right.” She leaned forward and pressed a bruising kiss against his lips, one that made him groan at the roughness and stop his thigh for just a second whilst his hands gripped at her waist and their hands went to their back, unclipping the bra and letting it fall off of their shoulders so their breasts were exposed and the garment was hung loosely on her body.
When they pulled away from the kiss, Remus paused for a moment at the sight of her boobs suddenly out and right in front of him. To drive him crazy, Y/N began to bounce on his thigh herself, sending their tits bouncing too and Remus let out a fascinated groan at the sight and although the bouncing gave her pleasure too, the look behind Remus’ eyes was highly amusing.
His hands came off her hips to touch them and Y/N stopped their bouncing and just settled on a slow grind as she grasped his wrists before he could touch them and he glanced up at her dangerously as she held them away and even dared to push them up to hold him above his head. Despite the fact they were heavily teasing him now, he was smirking but she knew it was out of pure lust as the chuckle that followed was anything but teasing. 
It was a dangerous one. One that told them he found her attempts at taking control cute but it’d be back in his power soon enough. 
He allowed them to keep her soft grinding pace for a while as she held his hands above his head but he knew that she was going to let his hands go soon so she could try something else to make him break but as soon as the grip loosened the tightest bit, Remus pulled his wrists away and was met with a surprised gasp from them. But the gasp turned into a small whimper as his hands gripped at their hips and he started to rock her along his thigh himself, making the pace far quicker with the added bouncing thigh.
The friction of her knickers on her clit made them moan as their hand went up to clutch at his hair and the other stabilised her on the bed whilst Remus leant forward and away from the headboard to bury his head in their neck and begin kissing ferociously. His movements didn’t ever cease or slow as he continued to bounce them on him and his kisses travelled from her neck which he decorated with a hickey before he went down to her tits and started kissing at them too.
Y/N moaned as he continued his attack on all of her at once and when she felt her release approaching when he tensed up his thigh and it dragged against her clothed clit perfectly over and over and over. They tried to hold it in, even buried her head in his neck to try and stop the obvious moan coming out but as he moaned right in her ear when he pressed himself against them and their tits pressed against his chest, she couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Shit.” They cursed through a moan, moving faster at the start of their release but then stopping and letting the orgasm flow through them whilst their legs shook on either side of Remus’ thigh and he laughed into her ear as she breathed onto his neck.
“I win.” He whispered in their ear, kissing the skin underneath it as she caught her breath and her chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths. They took their head out of his neck and looked at him and the dangerous look in his eyes as he stared down at her.
“You really think you could restrain me?” He raised an eyebrow at them and she breathed out a laugh and climbed off of his lap; Remus licked his lips at the sight of her adjusting her knickers. “You should know better than to even try.”
Y/N ghosted her hand over his pants that definitely had his dick straining against them and he sighed heavily, tilting his head back for a  moment before looking back at them with a straight face. They smiled innocently and began to press their hand on the bulge and Remus’ gaze turned cold as her face lowered down towards it before she brought it back up and fiddled with his belt.
He was holding off on his impatience for now but when they had pulled the restraining on him, he was sure he might’ve flipped them over and fucked her right there and then but he didn’t want to lose the bet. He wanted to put her in her place but apparently they were still deciding to be a bit of brat.
“You gonna suck my dick or not?” He asked and they looked up at him as one pulled the belt out of his trouser loops and her other hand continued to palm the bulge in his pants.
“This is my reward.” Y/N stated and Remus’ eyes narrowed as they unzipped his trousers and pulled them down as much as they could before yanking his boxers down and taking his hard dick in their hand before spitting down on it and using the saliva as lubricant to rub up and down his dick before she let go and began to climb off of the bed. “So no maybe not.”
Remus sat stunned for a moment as she began to climb off of the bed, bra slipping off of their arms finally as his jaw clenched and he quickly scrambled up to grip her hips and pull them back to him harshly and start sucking on their neck again as they laughed. His hands went from her hips to their tits as they lay against him happily, he squeezed at them and sucked on the skin of her neck to quell some of his frustration.
“You think this is funny?” He whispered into her ear and kicked the jeans and boxers off of his feet before rolling them over so he was hovering on top of his girlfriend. Y/N bit her lip at him and he grinded his hip down onto her once in a quick second and he enjoyed how her mouth fell open slightly.
Remus nodded at her with a cocky smirk and sat back on his knees to admire his girlfriend lay out like they were, braless and only in soiled knickers whilst lay out on the bed in front of him all for his view. His fingers plucked at the waistband of her knickers and he took them off of her thighs slowly, holding them up by his finger and smiling at the sight of the glistening wetness inside before he threw them behind him across the room before redirecting his attention towards his naked partner below him.
“You think not sucking my dick is funny?” He asked, going up onto his knees and pumping his dick right in their face as she watched with dilated pupils and their mouth agape. “We’ll see what you find funny.”
And then he lowered himself down and began to push himself into their entrance with no warning; Y/N moaned out loud at the sudden intrusion and their breath hitched with every inch he put inside of her until he bottomed out and he groaned too whilst they started up at him. 
“So tight.” He grunted out as she shifted underneath him, crying out slightly as he stretched them but she quieted herself and looked up at him to respond to his last statement.
“That’s because you didn’t finger me first.” They panted and Remus quirked an eyebrow, a dangerous smile quirking up too before he pulled out completely and made her whine.
His hand gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together as he leaned in close and his lover tried to bring their lips closer and kiss him but he avoided it and shook his hand side to side to make them shake their head. “Are you done being a fucking brat?” He asked and they whimpered with a nod of their head. “Good girl. My good girl, aren’t you? Passing your test and now admitting to being bad. You think you deserve this?”
“Yes.” She said, muffled through his grasp on her face and he just smirked and dropped his hold from her cheeks, grabbing her hips and thrusting back into them quickly which made a moan on the border of pornographic fly out of her mouth.
He went in and out in a quick and rough rhythm, speaking through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as Remus kept up his pace. His hands grabbed at her legs and he lifted them to link around his waist so he had more access to their vagina and Y/N moaned loudly at the new angle.
Remus was relentless, pulling out all the way and then slamming back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him. “Take it like my good girl, Y/N. Make me proud, let me hear those noises.”
At his words, they let out moans which were met with groans from Remus as he thrusted in and out relentlessly with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst she tried to peak down at where Remus was thrusting into them but she reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up instead and he smirked down at her.
“Remus-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as Remus slammed into them relentlessly and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that ripped from her throat was worth it and he gave his own moan at the sound before she whimpered at Remus’ force and then moaned again.
“What’s wrong?” He asked with a smirk, tugging at their hair again and she moaned as they made eye contact again. “I’m just giving you your reward, princess. You’re taking it like such a good girl, well done baby, taking my dick so well.”
Y/N moaned at that and their eyes rolled back into their head again as Remus’ dick pushed up against her G-Spot and they nodded, rushing out moans and pleads and praise to Remus who sped up on that particular spot and worked his hips faster than ever as his girlfriend fell apart in his hands.
“Here, baby? Right here?” He asked mockingly as he thrusted, knowing full well he was where she wanted him as he could both feel it and her moans of confirmation were sending him close to his release much like she was. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, huh? Gonna make me proud again?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” Y/N rushed and Remus smirked, hiking their legs further up him as he hit a new angle and she went speechless from underneath him, her mouth falling open, their eyes rolling back and silent moans coming out as her legs shook around him. “Fuck!”
“Good girl, good girl...” Remus grunted out as he soothed one of their thighs to help them through her second orgasm but also as he thrusted into her still to chase his own release which came with a burst of large pleasure. “Fuck, well done baby, well done.”
Y/N stayed panting, slowly coming back to reality after their mind-blowing orgasm and she looked up at Remus lovingly. “Thank you, Remus. I love you.”
“I love you too, my beautiful girl.” He grinned and slowly pulled out, eyeing his partners wince as he pulled out and he slowly went down to lie next to them. They turned their head to face him and he grinned charmingly at her like he hadn’t just made her see stars. “But you didn’t think that was all you were getting, did you?”
“No, my good girl gets everything they want today.” Remus smiled and kissed her nose lovingly, enjoying the cute smile they gave back. “I’m very proud.”
“Thank you, my love.”
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comfortscripts · a month ago
Only Mine ¬ Remus Lupin
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Kinktober Special
Plot - Remus likes to believe he is a logical man but the beast that lurks beneath is not and he is not willing to let you go that easily.
Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}
Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!reader
Notes/Warnings - Size kink (reader is smaller), possessive sex, light choking, unprotected sex, dom/sub, jealous Remus, mix of degradation and praise, BREEDING.
Word Count - 1.2k
Days crept up and the power of the moon reaching its full potential began to flood through Remus, frying his senses and stirring up his primal aspects. The build up to the full moon was always interesting with the lanky wizard, varying phases presented themselves. Fatigue may set in or a insatiable hunger that cannot be subdued by chocolate but this time, the only thing he craved was you.
You were everything he had ever wanted and something he believed he would never deserve, but by some sweet twist of fate, you loved him almost as much as he loved you. On any logical day, the Gryffindor boy knew that your loyalty and love for him was unwavering but with the beast battling for control, his logic had abandoned him.
Head thrown back in laughter at the raven-haired Marauder's childish remark, Remus felt his grip splinter the desk beneath as he watched the scene unfold before him. His darkened eyes hardened on your figure as low growls emitted from his throat, jealously coursing through his veins at how close his charming friend was getting to you; his girl.
Slughorn's nasal drone faded into the background as the werewolf channelled his attention towards listening into the riveting conversation that Sirius and you were engaged in. Fighting the urge to pull you away from the playboy pureblood as he reminded himself of your loyalty but his resolve faded. Watching as Sirius leant closer to your figure to whisper hidden gossip, Remus shot up.
"Mr Lupin, everything alright?"
"Not feeling too well Sir, I think I need to head to the infirmary" Through gritted teeth, the clever boy lied to the oh-so naïve and caring Professor.
"Of course. Miss Y/L/N, could you escort him to the infirmary" As your eyes locked with the young man, you realised that whatever was going on had to do with the upcoming moon and with a subtle nod, you made your way towards the large oaken doors.
As soon as the door swung shut, Remus wrapped his calloused hand around your wrist with a bruising grip and marched with quickened paces further into the empty hallways, ignoring all confusion circling around you.
The Gryffindor wizard thanked Merlin when he realised that the door was unlocked. Dragging you into the abandoned classroom, hidden away from the prying eyes of anyone who dared glance at his girl. With a sharp flick of his wand, the wooden door clicked as it locked and with a grumbled voice, a silencing charm was cast.
"Remmy, what's wrong?"
Stalking closer to your smaller body, you took in his appearance. Eyes clouded with hurricanes of lust and jealousy as the veins on his lean arms threatened the surface of his scarred skin and the outline of his slowly hardening cock made you unknowingly tense up.
"Did you really think you could get away with it, huh? Fawning over him right in front of me?" Chest to chest as the possessive man loomed over your figure. His rough hand encased your tender neck with a delicious squeeze of pressure. "Oh no little pup, you must have forgotten that you belong to me. Looks like you need to be reminded."
Thighs clenched at his words as your core began to slicken in anticipation. Muttering a string of explanations but they fell on deaf ears as the man had already given into his primal side. Clash of his chapped lips against your plump ones as he began his sloppy onslaught of affection, tongue maintaining dominance in the dance of lust.
His slender fingers pushed their way between your supple thighs in search of your tight hole, clothed by your wettening panties. Tracing their way across your glistening folds as Remus drank in your begging whimpers, his digits threatened to dive into your warmth before breaking away entirely.
A protesting groan escaped your mouth as the taller man removed all touch, leaving you desperate for more. His lips quirked into a devious smirk as he engraved the picture into his mind, planning his next course of pleasure before settling his eyes on your little skirt, or more importantly, what's hidden beneath.
"Panties off now"
Swallowing a gulp at his command, you realise the intensity of the werewolf's desire and it sends heat flooding to your core. Cautiously sliding your panties down your thighs as your exposed core pulses at the cool sensation the freedom has brought. The large hand reached out to grasp the soaked cloth from your hands as he shoved the fabric into his pocket for "safe keeping".
"God, I can smell your drenched cunt from here. Who made you this wet, pup?"
"You did. Only you"
Pushing you against a discarded bookshelf as you braced your hands against the dusty wood, back to the lust-driven wizard. His hands attached themselves to your skirt-covered hips in a punishing grasp that was meant to leave a mark, his mark.
"Let me remind you who you belong to"
As the final syllable fell from his lips, his thick cock impaled your sopping hole with a powerful thrust. A strangled gasp escaped as you relished in the sheer size and pleasure of the aching stretch, walls clenching at the sudden fullness.
Hips rocking against yours as the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room with the accompaniment of your plethora of stuttered cries and wistful moans mixed with his guttural moans and filthy words. Pounding into your warmth at a viscous and punishing pace, his brain fogging up with the singular instinct to claim you.
"Fuck, gonna pump you full of my cum. Wouldn't you like that pup? Wanna be full with my seed?"
His lewd words reached a docile part of you that reactivated like a freight train, walls clenching around his throbbing length as if spurring him to cum deep inside. A chuckle rolled from his chest at your responsive body as he quickened his pace, needing to paint your pretty little hole with his cum.
The painful knot of your climax flooded your senses, begging for release as the feral man continued his deep assault into your tiny frame. Knees weakening as the strong man held your hips in place and eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure as the crescendo of your climax grew closer.
"Rem, fill me please. I wanna cum"
Those words sent the werewolf into a frenzy as he doubled his already severe speed, reaching deeper into your body than ever before and hammering at your sweet spot to make you see stars as you let your orgasm go. Tsunami of pleasure rushed through you as your body convulsed and chants of his name spilled from your lips. Remus pushed deep inside as he felt his orgasm rip through his body, thick ropes of his seed shot into your accepting warmth as if you were milking him for all he was worth.
"Take it like a good little slut. God, you're so full with my babies" Words leaving his mouth as the final waves of pleasure coursed through your bodies. His slowly softening cock gently being unsheathed with careful calculation to keep his seed in your plump little pussy.
Scurries of footsteps and chatters of young students filled the halls outside the sex-filled room, bringing the lovers back to reality. Pressing a tender kiss against your dishevelled hair, Remus slowly clothed himself and regained control of his more human side.
"Baby, I need my panties"
"Sorry, my love but no. You are going to walk around knowing that my cum is leaking from that pretty little pussy" Brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face, he leant forward to whisper. "It's a reminder that you belong to me"
Tagging - @yogirl-willow , @fairycirclebrat , @remusjlupinisdead , @avsensio , @sarcastically-defensive17 , @localsimp
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hpimaginesandblurbs · 9 months ago
* = smut, 18+ only 
neville longbottom 
neville dating a slytherin headcannon*
jealous!neville smut*
overstimulation w. neville*
neville using sex toys on the reader*
losing your virginity to neville*
dom!neville punishes the reader*
cockwarming w. neville*
neville shows the reader just how not vanilla he is*
the morning after your wedding w. neville
dom!neville w. an aphrodisiac* 
dom!reader using a sex toy on sub!neville*
remus lupin 
young!remus, pre-full moon smut* 
remus confesses his feelings for reader (pt. 1) (pt. 2*)
thigh riding w. remus*
young!remus soft post-full moon smut*
sirius black 
sirius w. a breeding kink*
sirius w. a size kink*
cockwarming w. sirius*
young!sirius w. a mommy kink*
tom riddle 
young!tom w. jealous reader*
tom w. dom!reader*
knife play w. tom*
mirror sex w. daddy kink!tom*
tom fucks ravenclaw!reader in the slytherin common room*
cedric diggory
cedric x reader mutual masturbation*
cedric nsfw headcannons*
thigh riding in the prefect’s bathroom w. cedric*
angry!cedric smut*
cedric overstimulating fem!reader*
cedric w. an innocence kink*
cedric w. a breeding kink + cockwarming*
cedric wakes the reader up with oral*
cedric punishes the reader w. bondage + overstimulation*
first time w. cedric during christmas holiday*
draco malfoy 
malfoy manor library smut* (pt. 2 w. breeding kink*)
draco forgets your anniversary and makes it up to you w. sex*
mirror sex w. draco x innocent reader*
plus sized! reader facesitting w. draco*
cockwarming w. draco*
draco waking the reader up w. oral*
dom!draco w. a breeding kink*
overstimulation w. draco*
period sex w. draco*
draco fucks the brat right out of the reader*
sub!draco with a mommy kink*
sub!draco learns how to eat pussy*
reader cheats on draco while in an arranged marriage* (pt. 2*) (pt. 3*)
draco making the reader cum from just dirty talk*
mean dom!draco punishes the reader*
enemies-to-lovers w. sub!draco*
blaise zabini 
blaise w. a degradation kink*
jealous rough dom!blaise w. a breeding kink*
dom!blaise w. an innocence kink*
office sex w. blaise x breeding and degradation*
pegging sub!blaise w. a mommy kink*
hard dom!blaise on your wedding night*
harry potter
harry w. an edging kink*
harry sexting headcannon*
harry comforting the reader when she thinks she’s a bad mom (pt. 2)
harry w. a mommy kink*
harry x reader get together after the war
dad!harry watching you breastfeed james
sub!harry gets punished by dom!reader*
dom!harry edges the reader w. a vibrator*
edging and overstimulation w. dom!harry*
thigh riding harry in the mirror*
sub!harry w. a mommy kink*
cockwarming sub!harry*
james potter
young!james being a tease in class*
sub!james w. a mommy kink*
george weasley 
thigh riding george w. a praise kink*
sex w. george at www*
george w. an innocence kink*
playful george w. a bratty sub
fred weasley 
fred’s reaction to the reader flirting w. a slytherin boy
mean dom!fred*
fred waking the reader up w. head and a smutty shower*
fred comforting insecure reader
daddy!fred takes your virginity*
desk sex w. fred*
ron weasley
cuddling w. soft!ron
ron. w a degradation and choking kink*
sex w. ron at the burrow*
regulus black 
thigh riding w. regulus*
regulus catches girlfriend!reader masturbating*
multiple pairings
james x sirius x remus x reader foursome w. degradation*
ron x lee jordan x reader threesome w. dom!ron*
ron x fred x george x reader foursome*
using your safeword w. sirius x remus
overstimulation and subspace w. sirius x remus*
fred and george take turns w. reader*
dom!reader x dom!hermione x sub!harry*
dom!fred x sub!reader x dom!george*
reader x cedric x sub!harry*
dom!ginny x dom!reader x sub!draco*
doms!fred and george ruin the reader*
hermione catches draco x reader and joins*
enemies-to-lovers harry x reader x ron*
how the hp boys would react if you used your safeword
dom!reader punishes sub!harry x sub!draco*
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heartshapedimagine · 9 days ago
baby fever, part 3 [Remus Lupin x reader]
word count: 12k
summary: “You like that?"
“I like it,” you practically babbled.
“I know you do, baby.”
tags: marauders era, smut, nsft, friends with benefits with feelings, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader, 18+ only please
read part one and part two here
It was Marlene's birthday this weekend.
You and Marlene weren’t especially close as cousins go. You liked each other, looked out for each other when you could and told each other the gossip when you had it, but you didn’t hang out or plan to go places together, so you weren’t sure what to get her as a gift.
You were in James' kitchen. Lily took Harry for a day out with her mother and Sirius was busy at the farmer's market. You had no idea where Remus was and felt as though asking James would be enough for him to crack you open.
He'd invited you over on the pretense of needing "smaller hands" for the frog Palace. You didn't think your hands were all that small, but it was only an excuse, so far. You hadn't even seen the Palace yet, and you'd been there for two hours.
He had a radio screeching away in the other room, muggle rock, Sirius' doing. The day was brisk and bright, the Potter kitchen shining a blinding white despite how homely and welcoming it was. James was suggesting gift ideas.
"Is she in need of a pet? I know a guy who owns upwards of 11 frogs."
"I can't regift her one of Harry's frogs."
James flopped back in his chair, long hand braced against his forehead in stress. "Good lord. I can't do this anymore, Y/N. It's just too many frogs."
You leaned your elbow on the table, chin in your hand.  "You're not very grateful."
"Be careful of your next words, love."
"It can't be that hard. Surely they just live in your garden and eat grass and swim a bit."
"It can't be that hard! You won't mind taking one home then?" he said, kicking his heel against the floor.
You hesitated. "As much as I would love to say yes, I'm sure one jump towards me would do my nerves in."
"Yes, you are rather flighty."
You grumbled at him. "That's not the word I would use."
"What word would you use?"
You were silent.
"Jumpy?" he supplied.
"I don't want to speak to you anymore."
"Suits me."
You giggled, bringing your drink to your mouth in an effort to hide it.
"That's terrible," you criticised, swallowing.
He flashed a brilliant grin at you, pushing out of his chair. "Come on, let's sort these frogs out before Lily's back."
It was an easy task that he had for you. The frog Palace was smart, a little wooden home filled with leaf litter and a swimming pool. You were almost in awe, not having expected such a fuss. Your job was to fit the window-shaped holes with tiny plastic windows.
It was punishing on your hands. Within half an hour you were bleeding under one of your fingernails, full of splinters and slightly agitated.
"This is ridiculously fiddly," you complained.
James was searching for frog number 7. "But what an excellent grade you'll get on your assignment, Miss McKinnon."
You pushed a window into the little frame, tugging and pushing and tugging so it fit just right. He must've measured and cut each on with care as they fit so snugly. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, feeling fond. What an excellent father he had turned out to be.
You gasped. Where you hadn't been looking, hadn't been careful, you'd forced the thick plastic on both sides and it had snapped down the middle, catching the meat of your palm unforgivingly.
You pulled a sharp edge from your hand, watching in surprise as a big bead of blood came with it. The bloody trail traveled down your hand and soiled the cuff of your jumper.
"Flighty," James said again pointedly. He trudged over from his search to assess the damage. "Need to clean that for sure. Quick, no! Leave the windows. We'll fix it after. Get inside."
You felt immeasurably guilty. "Sorry, James. I wasn't looking, I'll-"
"Shush, would you? They were easy to make."
He led you back into the kitchen with your wet shoes, pouring hydrogen peroxide over the small wound. You hissed, eyes burning with unshed tears.
"That hurt more than the cut itself," you whined.
James laughed at you. "I bet it did."
"Don't laugh, I'll never help you out again."
He put a much too small plaster over the cut and tapped it with his finger. "Boom, fixed. You're welcome."
The front door pushes open, a voice calls down the hallway. "Prongs, do you have any - Y/N?"
"Hi, Remus," you said, tucking your injured hand out of sight.
He looked as handsome as ever despite ashen face, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, though he'd phoned you a few times, as you'd been busy making final changes for your book.
"Hi yourself. Finally escaped?"
"Yeah, no work for me for a few days."
"Oh, brilliant. I was thinking we could-"
"Is this the royal 'we'?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.
Both you and Remus made eye contact and burst out laughing.
James was immensely testy from that moment on. “I hate you both. I wish I never let you mess around. Now I get ganged up on by literally everyone in my life.”
“You didn’t let us do anything, Prongs. Y/N’s a big girl, she makes her own decisions.”
“Totally,” you said, enjoying how the further tag-teaming was distressing James. “We’re all grown up, Dad. Stop ruining our lives.”
James threw his hands up in the air and stomped off up the stairs.
“Shall we follow him?” you asked.
“No, he’s alright. What’s with the hand?”
“Oh, this?” you asked, holding your hand up. “Toad palace.”
“Fucking toad palace,” Remus said under his breath. He took your hand in his, turning it left and right. “He’s ruined your lovely hands.”
Your hands were battered. “I have splinters,” you said unhappily.
Remus turned to look through the first aid kit James had left open by the sink. He procured a pair of steel tweezers.
He took your hand in his with the delicate touch you’d come to expect from him. Your eyes drifted to the skin stretched taut over his knuckles. He had nice hands, and it was hard to forget what they’d done to you the last time you’d been intimate. You shifted from foot to foot.
“Will it hurt?”
He looked up from examining your hand. “What? Maybe a little. Don’t worry, dove, I’ll be gentle.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
He stood so close you could see the smallest squint of his eyes, the barest of smiles. “I thought you liked it like that.”
He pulled a tiny splinter from your index finger, then another.
“This can’t possibly be safe for the frogs,” he murmured.
James stomped all the way downstairs. “For you, Sir Moony, my finest pepper-up. Bon appetit.”
He was still focused on your hands, but he managed a distracted thanks out the side of his mouth. James was pleased enough, flicking the kettle on with a wave of his wand. The kettle began to whistle obediently.
Remus must’ve managed to remove tens of splinters by the time James had made tea. Your hands felt worse for it, and your nails were still ragged and chipping. You’d have to take special care of them for weeks now. Still, anything for friendship.
Remus was discreet in taking the pepper-up potion. He looked a little better quickly, color coming back into his face.
“Rough night?” you asked.
“Just tired,” he said softly. He looked more than tired, like the energy had been stolen from him completely. You felt yourself soften, wanting to offer some comfort but not knowing how. Whatever it was that was ailing him, he could handle it. He’d done so for years now before you knew him. He was a tough dude.
Your eyebrows pinched together in sympathy despite yourself. James jostled your shoulder.
“He’s fine. Stop worrying so much, Y/N. He’ll be right as rain to knock your socks off in a few days.”
You felt your mouth open of its own accord. “I don’t care if he’s alright to fuck me, dickhead. I care how he is, he’s my friend.”
“Friend who can’t stop having sex with you at my house.”
“Technically, last time wasn’t here,” Remus piped up, stretching. “Only the seduction.”
“Brilliant,” James said. “That makes me feel much more clean.”
You wanted to say something witty, funny, impress them, but all you could think of was Remus. You blushed, putting your face in your hands. They’d be the end of you.
“You’ll be at Marlene’s this weekend?” you asked Remus, struggling with the zip on your coat with your hurting nails.
He frowned, reaching forward to do it for you. “No, I… I have some things to do.”
The way he’d hesitated, like he’d gone to say something else, gave you pause. You picked stray hairs off your skirt, trying to sound nonchalant. “That’s alright. I’ll miss you there. I mean - not that I miss you. Or that I don’t!” you panicked. “Just that it will be boring without you.”
He still looked poorly. He placed both hands on your shoulders, eyes warm. “I’ll miss you too. Next weekend?”
“Okay,” you said, voice high.
“Good,” he said. You waited for a kiss goodbye that never came, watching him walk down to the disapparation point sullenly.
“You’re in trouble,” James said.
“Tell me about it,” you murmured under your breath.
You didn’t look as nice the night of Marlene’s party as you had at other parties. You knew exactly what it meant when you couldn’t be bothered to dress up. You’d been on nail repair for days, trying to salvage them. They were shorter than before and the skin a-of your hands was still battered but you’d repainted them to a nice shiny, blushy pink to stay natural.
You wore simple beige trousers, a desaturated blue vest top with lace trim and a darker blue shirt over the top, unbuttoned. You did your hair with little care for perfection.
You’d decided to get Marlene a bottle of her favourite alcoholic drink in the end, feeling like a bad cousin.
There weren’t many familiar faces to be seen that night. Lily had stayed home with Harry, James and Sirius were similarly absent along with Remus. You entertained small talk with the Longbottom’s for an hour and then went home, unhappy with the realisation you came to.
You didn’t really seem to have many friends.
School friends weren’t the same anymore. You knew each other, but now that you didn’t see each other every day of the week, there was nothing to say.
Remus had a life, a big one, outside of you, and of course you knew that without any malicious force. But you felt sad that you didn’t have that yourself.
You called him the next morning, feeling lonely but not wanting to show it, craving his attentions.
He sounded like he’d been dragged through the wringer.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine," he said, sounding like he didn't believe it himself.
You could hear a voice in the background, manly, not familiar. You squeezed your eyes closed. You knew he had other lovers. You knew that ever since the first time. Still you hadn't expected him to answer the phone while a guy was still there.
"Are you, are you busy?"
"No, Y/N. Is something wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to hear your voice." Admitting that, knowing he wasn't alone, made you feel as though you might throw up.
You pushed the hard pretzels you'd been snacking on away, abruptly as your appetite fled you.
"Are you sure? Do you want to come over?"
"Now?" you asked, flabbergasted.
"Sure. My dad's going home soon."
Your hand flew to your mouth. You leaned your head against the wall, hitting your forehead repeatedly.
"What's that sound?"
"It's nothing. Nothing. Are you sure you're well enough for visitors?"
"Visitors," he repeated, laughing to himself. You didn't understand why. "Come over."
"Yeah, okay."
"See you soon." Click.
You rubbed the red spot on your head and a manic laugh bubbled out of you. Godric, you'd drive yourself to madness over this boy. His father of all people.
You thought about how you felt as you got dressed. It wasn't fair for you to be upset over his sex life, was it? You'd never agreed to any exclusivity. Especially when he wasn't even having sex to begin with, he was just sick. Flaring up while you gnaw yourself to the bone from envy.
You felt so guilty and embarrassed about being jealous that you had to lean over the railing by his flat and breathe through your nose until your heartbeat regulated.
It took you a long time to remember what floor he lived on and longer for him to open the door.
It was a fascinating sight. He was tired, leaning against the wall. Soft t-shirt full of holes and two day stubble.
You dropped your bag on the floor, wrapping your arms around him lightly. He hugged you back with one arm.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you pulled away quickly. "Nothing, I'm sorry."
You encouraged him to get back into bed, and he did, although he refused to lie down. "I can sit, Y/N. I'm not that ill."
He was bleeding through his shirt. You didn't know whether to mention it. He didn't even look like he had enough energy to get hurt, so why was he?
You'd seen his naked chest. He had all types of scars, all lengths, no part of him untouched. You looked at him, thinking. Sick all the time, covered in scars like claws.
It clicked so suddenly you had to turn your head to look away from him.
Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Last night had been the full moon.
Oh, Remus, you thought. You were overpowered by the ache to hug him, but you settled for sitting by his side, throwing one leg over his. Moony, you thought. ‘It's a long story.’
"Is there anything I can do?" you asked him, staring up into his face.
He assessed your expression. "I'm alright. I promise you."
"You just look so tired," you said weakly, chuckling. You lifted a hand to push the hair from his face though you knew you shouldn't.
"I'll be okay in a few days."
"Until the next time."
"Until next time," he agreed. He took your hand into his. "I wish you'd tell me what's wrong."
"You're half bed-ridden bugging me about how I am," you laughed, squeezing his hand. "Sort out your priorities."
"I like my priorities."
“Whatever,” you mumbled, sliding down so you were flat on your back.
“Forgive me, but you seem cranky today.”
“I’m not cranky, I’m worried about you.”
Remus laid down too, hissing. He moaned when he finally came to a stop, turning his head so you were face to face. You frowned at him again. The little bleeding spot on his shirt hadn’t gotten any bigger so you left him alone on that front.
“Why’d you ask me over?” you asked, searching for a truth you didn’t actually want.
“I like your company,” he said, smirking. “Why’d you think?”
“As much as I’d like to, I don’t think I could handle it. I can’t keep my eyes open,” he said lowly.
You left his bed in search of a book, intending to read aloud to cover your racing thoughts. He made a sound at your hands coming apart that he had no right to make. You picked up his roughed up cover of A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
It felt like something so special, you held it like a new born baby, despite evidence that suggested he might not be so kind to it. You sat down next to him again, flicking it open to the first page. He pressed his forehead against your knee.
You didn’t start reading immediately, content to scan through his annotation. He protested. “Read out loud, dove.”
You sighed like this was a great inconvenience to you.
“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun…”
As you spoke, his hand crept up so that it was resting on your ankle, then your calf. His head fell, and not too long after he was asleep. You read aloud anyways until your voice cracked and your mouth tasted funny, too worried he might wake up.
Your back ached. You didn’t dare to move in case you jostled Remus. Plus, you liked watching him sleep. He was handsome even if he looked a bit peaky.
You suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad. Remus was a werewolf, you were almost sure of it. Why else could he be so sick and so injured at the same time now that he lived alone? And the full moon couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it?
You thought back to that conversation you had at the Potter Christmas party about puppies, laughing wetly. God, he probably thought you were so stupid.
You did really want his puppies, though. In the future.
He flinched in his sleep. You brought a hand to his face to rub his hair backwards, a repetitive motion, hand soft against his skin, pleased when he stilled again.
It must be so hard to be a werewolf. Because of people, but because it was your own body working against you, stealing your choice and your mind. You never felt as sad as you did at that time, not for yourself or anyone else in the world. The pain rippled in your chest. You thought back to small Remus, always so sick, and felt immeasurably upset. It wasn’t fair.
He’d shown you a lot of kindness and made you really happy for the last few weeks, and you would admit to yourself you fancied him madly. Despite this, you thought it was the kind of thing that would still make you sad. You inhaled harshly, looking up at the ceiling to blink away tears.
When you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you got to work. His flat was clean enough but you were going to make it shine. His clothes were organized in the way that a guy who hadn’t long ago been a teenager would so you refolded and pressed the corners. You washed every cup in the sink and scrubbed the floor down with a scouring sponge. You dusted every surface you could find.
He didn’t have a lot of food, but definitely enough for a soup. You called your mother from his telephone and had her whisper instructions on how to make something edible.
You cleaned up after yourself and set the soup to simmer on the stovetop. It was late evening by the time you’d finished, your arms aching. You didn’t let it get to you. Imagine what Remus is feeling right now, you thought. This was hardly hard work.
You climbed back into bed with him, curling in a ball so that his head was level with your sternum, like two interlocking commas, watching his chest move up and down.
You almost drifted off, hoping that when he woke up he’d feel better. He roused slowly, his movements alerting you. You pretended you hadn’t almost been sleeping yourself, and allowed him some privacy, continuing your charade by flipping the book open to a random page.
“Can you smell that?” he asked.
“What?” you whispered.
He opened his bleary eyes fully. “Did you make something?”
“Soup,” you answered, giving up on the book.
He pushed up onto an elbow. “What kind?”
“I just used what was in your freezer, mostly. Like minestrone without the pasta.”
“Hmm,” he said.
“How do you feel?”
“Less tired. Listen, you didn’t have to make anything.”
“I wanted to… if that’s okay.”
He looked adorable. “It’s okay. It’s nice. I forgot how nice you are.”
“You forgot?”
He backtracked. “I mean… in Hogwarts, you were the girl who would do anything for someone if they asked. Homework and tutoring and taking the heat. I don’t want to take advantage of your niceness.”
“I don’t remember being like that.”
“You wouldn’t, it’s second nature to you.”
You smiled affectionately at him. “You can rest easy, Remus. It’s just soup.”
“I’m talking about more than soup.”
‘’We’re friends, aren’t we? The ‘friends’ part of friends with benefits is caring about you.”
“And making me soup.”
“And making you soup, loser.”
“Don’t push it.”
You went home that night although he offered for you to stay. You had no idea if it was the right move to stay or leave so you made up a lie about seeing one of your friends. He called you the next day and the day after, both times sounding lethargic. The fourth day he sounded well enough.
You took the plunge.
“I made paella but it’s a really ridiculous amount because I don’t understand portion sizes. Do you want to come over and watch Rocky III on video?”
“Sure, Y/N.”
He looked happier when he arrived than he had in a while.
He had flowers. More than the single bloom he'd given you weeks ago, a bouquet. Ragged and windblown, but a bouquet all the same.
"It's to say thanks for organising my clothes. You folded my underwear, you weirdo."
You laughed nonsensically, bringing the flowers up to your nose. You actually knew this flower - gardenias. Big white gardenias with blue baby's breath.
"Thanks," you said breathlessly. "They're lovely."
You took one of the petals between your fingers lovingly. They felt soft as silk. When you looked up, Remus had a thoughtful look on his face.
Thankfully you'd had the good sense to clean your bedroom. You shouldered open the door, leaving him at the threshold. On your bedside table was a cup of water and the single violet rose he'd given you, still living unhappily. The cup was slightly too short for the bouquet but you didn't suppose it mattered, slotting them in. You'd only changed the water this morning so you hoped it would be fine.
You pushed the violet rose front and centre and turned to grin brilliantly at Remus.
"They're so nice. Thank you."
He ducked his head. “You’re welcome.”
“I have to heat up the paella again. Do you know how to do the VCR?”
“My mum was a muggle, so yes. I understand it just fine,” he said, smiling.
Was, he’d said. She wasn’t around anymore. Goodness, could things get anymore heartbreaking for this boy? you asked yourself.
“I watched a lot of videos when I was a kid,” he said.
“Really?” you asked, walking an inch apart.
“A lot. Like, a ridiculous amount.”
“You didn’t go out much?”
You were turned away from him, dishing out the paella into big bowls. When he didn’t answer you turned around to watch him fiddling with the tv.
“Not really,” he said eventually, as though settling for half an answer.
You nodded though he didn’t see. No, you couldn’t imagine he did.
“What was your favorite?
He hesitated. “Have you ever seen the Gnome-Mobile?”
“No,” you chuckled to yourself. “Somehow, that one escaped me.”
“I liked it very much. What was your favourite movie growing up?”
You thought about it as you pulled your wand out, casting a warming spell over your food. “I liked ‘Hello, Dolly!’”
“Hello, Rudey,” he began, not quite singing. “Well hello, Harry.”
“It’s so nice to be back home where I belong,” you sang back.
“You’re lookin’ swell, Manny.”
“I can tell, Danny.”
“You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you're still goin' strong!” you said together. He chuckled at your dramatic rendition.
“Dolly was so pretty. I was enamored with her - I wanted to be like her so badly I used to go in my mother’s room because she had one of those big stand up mirrors and I’d do all her sultry poses,” you told him, using a tea towel to carry the hot dishes into the living room.
You put them down on the coffee table. Remus had put Rocky III in the player no problem, waiting for you to come in before he pressed play on the player.
You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of one of the bowls. He followed your lead, though he didn’t cross his legs so much as you, keeping one leg straight.
“My mother loved Hello, Dolly!. She must’ve watched it a hundred times one summer,” he said quietly, with the steady voice of someone telling you something important.
You toyed with your food. Remus took a big bite. “She’s gone now?” you asked, knowing the answer.
“Last Autumn.”
“I’m sorry.”
He smiled at you earnestly. “It’s not your fault. She was sick for a long time.”
“I hope she didn’t hurt too much.”
“She didn’t.”
“What was her name?”
You ate in silence for a while. You swallowed, hoping to fill the silence.
“And - and your father? What does he do?”
“He works for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since I was little.”
“He must be very important.”
“He’s always busy,” he said agreeably.
The movie went on. You gave up halfway through your paella to lie down on the floor. You ignored the television to stare at Remus. He was incredibly attractive like this, languid. You watched in unbridled adoration as his eyes followed the characters, his long lashes fluttering with his moving. He was a little stiff, probably from the injury to his chest from days ago and his transformation.
“ gotta want to do it for the right reasons. Not for the guilt over Mickey, not for the people, not for the title, not for money or me, but for you. Just you. Just you alone.”
Every time you remembered he was a werewolf you felt a little twinge of pain, though as the days wore on and you got used to the idea you just felt acceptance. You wanted to tell him you knew and that it was okay, and you didn’t care what society said because he was beautiful and kind and gentle.
“And if I lose?”
His hand was stretched out across the floor, half an inch from your own. You really thought about ignoring it, turning your eyes away and watching the film like you knew you should, but you couldn’t. You stretched your hand forward as much as you were able, nudging his fingers with your own.
“Then you lose. But at least you lose with no excuses, no fear. And I know you can live with that.”
He threaded his fingers through yours without saying a word,
“I’ve never seen the movies before this,” Remus admitted once the film drew to a close.
You gasped at him. “Remus! Why didn’t you say?”
“I didn’t think it mattered,” he laughed. You shook your head at him, stacking up your discarded plates and drinks to scrub in the sink.
“There’s a spell for that,” Remus teased.
You wrinkled your nose at him. “Have you ever eaten from a plate that’s been cleaned with magic? It’s clean, but the mind knows you haven’t washed it.”
“The mind knows,” he echoed. “Stop, stop,” he grabbed the brush from your hand, “I’ll do that.”
“Then what will I do?”
“What do you usually do after dinner?” He said, turning the hot tap on.
There was no point in standing there to watch him. You went back to the living room to square up the cushions, push the coffee table into a straight line. What did you do after dinner? Usually you got ready for bed, finding ways to waste time until you were tired or bored enough to sleep.
You abandoned the living room for your bedroom in a plight for your nail care bag. It was only a small bag. A circle shaped tin of cuticle wax, a small dropper bottle of oil and the tapered angle brush you used to apply it, your sheer red-to-pink bottom coat and clear top coat.
You used the wax first. It had been a struggle to fix your skin since the splinter’s you’d suffered at James’ garden. You tucked one leg up to lean on, rubbing and wiping the wax until your cuticles felt suitably balmed.
You painted them next. Remus walked in, eyes softening at the sight of you blowing on your nails. He sat at the end of your bed.
“You want me to do yours?” you asked him.
“I’m not sure there’s a point, they’d be ruined by tomorrow.”
You laughed. Once the pinky bottom coat had dried, you unstoppered the top coat, using your utmost concentration to neatly paint to the edges of your nails.
If Remus was bored, he didn’t complain.
“You do this a lot?” he asked you.
“My ‘perfect hands’ need a lot of attention,” you said, quoting what he’d said after your frog palace injury. The cut to your palm had scarred now, a smooth pink triangle.
“I can think of other places that require attention,” he said, sidling up to your side.
“My nails are wet!” you protested, holding them up.
“You’ll have to stay very still,” he simpered, kissing the corner of your mouth.
“I know, it’ll be hard for you. I’ll make it up to you.”
You both laughed, thought you sounded more stressed out than he did. He moved to kiss you on the lips fully, achingly gentle, using his left hand to tilt your head, opening you up like a blooming flower. You could feel your pulse hammering through you.
He turned his head as though wading through water.
You felt silly doing nothing with your hands so you placed them down on the bed sheets.
He broke the kiss. “Be careful.”
It sounded more like a threat than a warning. You nodded without thinking, breathing hard.
His right hand was gripping your thigh, and as he nudged your face up to ruin your neck, it traveled higher, until your skirt was pooled against your stomach and if you could see, you knew your underwear would be exposed.
His teeth grazed your pulse point, his hand traced a line at the beginnings of your underwear. It was a monumental injustice that you could only sit there and be ravished.
You moved a hand and he pulled away. You mourned the loss of him.
“Don’t ruin your nails,” he reprimanded.
You put your hand back down obediently. He tried to keep a serious expression as he returned and failed. You could feel his smile against your skin as he kissed you.
“How long does that stuff take to dry?” he asked.
“Not long.”
“That’s too bad, I like playing with you like this.”
“I like being played with.”
He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “You do, huh, pretty baby? You like it?”
“Yes,” you said, closing your eyes in embarrassment.
“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. A pretty girl like you should always say what she wants, and a guy like me should always give it to her.”
You loved when Remus spoke like this. It was so different from his polite, gentlemanly demeanour otherwise. You felt like you were in on some private secret.
He held your face in his hands, your own pressed into the mattress. He encouraged you backwards, towering over you to bring one knee between your legs.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.
You opened your eyes, saying in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. “Don’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”
“I do mean it. Y/N,“ - his hands moved to your hair, pushing it all back from your face - “I’m not teasing you. You’re ethereal, understand?”
You swallowed, nodded.
“An angel,” he said. “Not just because we’re like this. Not because I want to fuck you.”
“But you will, won’t you?” you implored, pressing one of your fingertips atop the other. Your nails were dry.
“I’d do anything you asked me to,” he said.
You covered one of his hands with your own and smiled so wide it made your eyes squint shut. He kissed the edges of it, the the middle, kissing you so deeply you forgot to breathe. His knee inched up, up until you were whimpering in his mouth.
“You like that?”
You moved your hips down on him in answer. His hand came up under the edge of your shirt. He pushed his thumb deep into your skin, rubbing a half circle there. The simple motion stole your breath, made you feel more safe than anything else. Even when he wanted you he was tactile, loving even when he was rough.
He pushed his hand past the elastic of your underwear. His touch was so soft it tickled. You jumped under his touch. He smirked to himself at the wetness he found there.
“Oh, you’re done for.” He climbed off of you, pulling your skirt down as he went. You pulled your shirt over your head with your elbow and he helped pull it from your hair.
He leaned forward as if to start again and you stopped him. “I’m always the first to be naked,” you reached out, fingers at the bottom of his shirt. He let you pull it off without argument, though he was seemingly nervous at the sight of his own chest. You pressed your hand flat, touch light, against his chest, against scars.
He pulled his trousers off and then there you were, two idiots in underwear and socks, grinning at each other.
He pulled your socks off, kissing your ankle, your calf. He kissed the side of your knee and your thigh, and then he kissed your dampening underwear, right at the centre of you. You went a little dizzy with lust, barely processing that he was pulling your smalls off too.
You reached back to unclip your bra, exposing your chest. He licked your nipple and you held your breath. He blew cold air on you, laughing when your nipple peaked. He gave the other the same treatment, though this time he took you in his mouth to roll the bud between his teeth.
It sent butterflies straight to your abdomen and crotch. You pushed the hair out his eyes.
Pleased at his treatment he set you free with a lewd pop.
You sat up, intent on kissing him silly again before he could protest. He pulled you to him where he kneeled, wrapping his arms around your back. You folded your own arms around his neck, pleased at being higher up than he was.
You could feel the shape of him through his boxers pressed against your core. He rocked his hips, spreading slick everywhere. You broke the kiss to pant into the side of his neck, distracted by his moving. He lowered one hand, probing the soft skin of your cunt. He started with one finger although it quickly progressed to two as you were already relaxed from his wet-nails game.
His hand cupped the bottom of your arse. Each time he entered you the surface of his palm would hit your skin, causing a riot of goosebumps to spread up your back and thighs. He noticed.
He pulled his boxers down to his knees. You buck against him, too eager. Your legs were squeezing tight around his thighs, trying your hardest not to grind down on him. He let you do as you pleased, arms returning to your back, positioning you just so.
You whined, certainly not above begging if need be. Remus thrust up in response. You felt yourself tighten around the head of his dick, mewling at the ecstasy of him spreading you open on top of him.
You bounced on him, using his shoulders to push yourself up and let yourself drop back down. He enjoyed this, making sounds in your ears that felt like they’d put you in an early grave. You dropped down so harshly you hurt yourself, freezing in his lap.
He froze too at your pained gasp. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” you said, eyes watering. “Too fast.”
“Here,” he said, pulling out. He pushed you back, back flat on the bed once again.  “Want to stop?”
“No,” you shook your head vehemently. “It’s fine.”
“Are you sure, dove?”
“I’m sure, I swear it.”
He used the pad of his thumb to sweep circles on your aching clit. You can see his dick twitching at your panting breaths, gulping air to fight the sensation that was building.
You pushed your hips down, leaking cunt inching towards his dick. He braced himself on your hips and took it slow, spreading you open, laughing when your slick dribbled out. He was cautious, taking slow and shallow thrusts that had you sweating and begging him to move.
“I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“You didn’t hurt me, I hurt me. Please, go faster. Please,” the last please spurred him on, pleading as it was.
“Silly girl, this is why I tell you to stay still.”
“That’s ‘cos you like watching me squirm.”
He was refusing to bottom out, his thrusts quick, steady. Where he held himself above you, you watched his face contort in pleasure, his mouth opening as he rutted into you. You hooked your leg around his, arching your back in hopes of him fucking you deeper.
He took the hint, though he said, “tell me if I hurt you.”
“Doesn’t hurt,” you gasped out, hand gripping his arms so hard you worried you’d give him indentations from your fingernails. He stole your hand from his arm, the other from your side and held them high above your head, pressing them into the pillow. He rolled his hips forward in a deep thrust that hit the right spot.
“You like that? All fucked out like this, you’re fucking unbelievable. Unreal,” he said, voice silky smooth, his pelvis hitting you with enough force that the air rushed out of you.
“I like it,” you practically babbled.
“I know you do, baby.”
He used his free hand to abuse your clit, rough tight circles that brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away, letting your legs fall to the side as you realised your climax was fast approaching, your abdomen on fire with the wind up.
It felt as though you were reforming around him, melding to the shape of him, and you didn't mind one bit.
You should have probably told him before it happened but it came on so fast, you couldn’t find the will to take in a breath. It ripped from you, and with it, you whimpered, “Oh, fuck.”
Your cunt contracted around him involuntarily, meaning that every thrust he took felt as though it was spearing you apart. You couldn’t form thoughts, though your mouth ran free.
“Your mother should’ve washed your mouth out,” he chastened, still working circles.
Your hands were indisposed, held up, your mouth unable to say what you were thinking, the second orgasm already beginning to dawn. You curled your hands into fists in his grasp.
You were almost limp beneath him, occasionally able to fuck your hips against him. Your legs were shaking, Remus’ thrust getting sloppier. You felt useless beneath him.
“Please, Remus,” you asked, eyes half-lidded.
“Please what?”
“Please, will you cum in me?” you begged.
“You want me to fill you up? Fill you up with puppies?” his hips stuttered against you.
“Please, please. I want your puppies. I want it.”
“Fill you up with my baby, hmm?”
You came as soon as he said it, the sound that escaped you almost panicked at the intensity of it, like you were trying to prevent it from happening - the force of it took you by surprise.
He was tired, you could tell, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. You tugged your hands free to pull his head down to your level and kiss his lips. He rested his forehead against yours.
“Please cum in me. Please,” you said.
He groaned, rutting into you until you were sopping full of his cum. He immediately deflated, collapsing into your chest. You brought your hands up to card through the hair at the back of his head, giggling at the feeling of his dick still inside you.
You felt as though one wrong move would send you over the edge, both of you catching your breath.
“You were more tired than I thought,” you said quietly.
“You come to my house looking like an angel when I can’t do anything about it and thought I wasn’t gonna fuck you as soon as I could? Grow up a bit, I beg,” he said.
“Someone’s cranky,” you said, teasingly moving your hips around him. He hissed.
“I would’ve given you head, just say the word.”
He tightened his arms around your waist. You liked the weight of him on top of you.
“As generous an offer as that is, your cunt is addictive. And your face. And the sounds you make,” he said, rolling off of you. You missed his warmth immediately, though you enjoyed the feeling of his dick pulling free, all the cum he’d fucked into you dripping out.
You brought your knees up to reach down and push a finger inside yourself, pushing the cum out and onto your bedsheets. They were a lost cause anyway at this point.
Curious and feeling lewd, you brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them inquisitively.
Remus brought a pillow over his face and groaned. You smiled, the sound sending little twitches to his dick.
You reached out tentatively, pumping a hand up and down his slick shaft. He hardened slowly under your touch, abandoning the pillow over his face to watch you.
You leaned on your side to kiss the skin of his stomach. He brought a shaky hand up to tangle in your hair.
You worked his shaft like all the sex-positive magazines said to, up and down and right to left, delighting in the precum you worked out of the tip. His hips bucked up into your hand.
"Stay still," you said, mocking him. You got up onto one elbow, kissing the tip of his dick, spreading his precum on your lips to tease him. He whined, unable to stop himself when you opened your mouth form guiding your head down onto him. He did half the work for you, using your hair to encourage you up and down his shaft.
You felt the dribble from being unable to close your mouth dripping down your lips onto him, rivulets of spit pooling at the base of him. You used your other hand to take care of the bottom, using your spit as lube.
You must've done something he liked as he started bucking up into your throat. You gagged around him, coming up for air. He used his second hand to wipe the spit from your face.
"Pretty baby, so pretty," he murmured.
"Yeah?" you said, eyes wide, head of his dick bobbing against your lips. You let him fuck your mouth like that, not overly rough but enough to bring tears to your eyes, almost reaching the back of your throat. You coughed, spitting dribble down yourself, feeling it run down your neck and bridge sticky lines from your breasts to his sides.
You licked the bottom of his dick, kissing and slurping up the mess you were both contributing to, using your thumb to wipe little circles on the head of him. When you pulled away his dick had left a wet stripe up your face.
He was close, bucking and writhing with every move you made. You pulled his dick towards your face, increasing the speed of your palming until he moaned like a fire was lit beneath him, crying your name.
You tried to catch his cum on your face unsuccessfully, ending up with white in your eyelashes. He cooed, wiping it away with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry, dove. Come here," he said. You pushed up and he hooked under your armpits, pulling you up towards his chest. He used the bottom of his palm to wipe the cum from your face.
"It looked cute though, right?"
"More than cute," he said. He kissed your nose. "Where are you learning these tricks?"
"You can thank Cosmopolitan for that one."
"Evil intrepid magazine."
"You liked it," you teased, lying on his chest so that you were looking up at him, almost cradled in his arms.
He pushed the hair from your face with the back of his finger in a motion that made your heart skip a beat. It was almost more intimate than any moment before.
He leaned down slowly, almost hesitating, using his nose to nudge yours. You tilted your head up obediently. With greater access now, he kissed you. Small kisses, open mouthed. Your hand traveled up his neck to rest at his jawline where you could feel the stubble coming in.
Eventually you were both too tired to keep kissing. You would've let him kiss you for days as long as he wanted to, but he really was tired from the full moon, you guessed, as he look half asleep.
You moved off of his chest to go find a wet towel. You came back in to find him where he was, almost dozing. You wiped all your body fluids off of him and pulled his boxers back up for him. You moved onto yourself, wiping down your legs and everywhere else that was covered in spit and wet and cum. Then you pulled his shirt on, a selfish, longing thing you absolutely didn't need to do. You didn't bother with underwear, knowing your sheets were soiled at this point and the underwear were damp anyways.
You pulled the blankets from under him, pulling them over both of you. You felt weak and knew as soon as you closed your eyes you'd drift off. Remus was already gone, but when you laid a hand softly on his chest, he pulled you close.
Someone was knocking on the door. You flinched awake, tripping over the duvet and yourself to find some bottoms. You got some clean underwear from your drawer, intending to answer the door whilst standing fully behind it.
You made your way down the hallway as the knocking increased.
You'd barely cracked the door open when Sirius burst in.
"McKinnon!" he said cheerily. "Sorry to bother you but dear old Remus has places to be today."
You shied away from him, knowing you smelled like sweat and sex and looked like both those things too. You could feel the mascara you'd forgotten to take off in the corners of your eyes.
"How'd you know he was here?"
"How did I know?" he laughed maniacally to himself. "'Oh, Pads, Y/N's asked me over. What do I wear? Do I get flowers?'" -he threw the back of his arm against his forehead dramatically- "'She's just so lovely isn't she, Pads?' Not that you aren't or anything Y/N, but it gets a bit long in the tooth when Mister Farmer’s Market won't stop pretending he doesn't fancy me."
You had to speed walk to keep up with him. He was almost to your bedroom door. He was cracking it open with force.
Remus blinked awake blearily. You grimaced at him in apology.
"Fuck off, Pads," he sighed, throwing his head back.
"We have things to do!"
"Like what?" you asked, pulling the edges of Remus' shirt to cover your bare legs.
"Motorcycle shopping," Remus groaned.
"Motorcycle shopping!" Sirius said simultaneously, beaming.
You blinked at them.
"This couldn't wait till afternoon?"
"Or tomorrow?" Remus asked.
"Time waits for no one, McKinnon. Not even you."
"Get out then, you prat," Remus said.
"Someone's cranky they won't get their morning turn."
Remus chucked a pillow at him.
You laughed, keeping to the edge of the room as Sirius left. You could hear him barging around your kitchen.
Remus made a sound of bone-deep tiredness, stretching. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Remus search the floor for his clothes.
He looked puzzled at his missing shirt. You cleared your throat.
"You want it back?"
He took your head in his hands, looking down at you with infinite softness. "Any other time, I'd say no."
You pulled it off, sitting there in only your underwear. He put the shirt on and kissed your cheek as a thank you. Then he rifled through your wardrobe to find a replacement shirt for you.
"Here, dove."
You smiled to yourself and put it on. You skipped out on your skirt for a tight pair of trousers that flared out slightly at the bottoms that you knew made your legs look good.
Remus waited for you to finish before he made for the kitchen, even pulling your chair out for you. There was no performance to any of his kindness, he just did it.
Sirius was helping himself to a cup of tea.
"Don't look so sullen, Y/N," he reprimanded. "I made some for you too."
"My hero," you said dryly.
He smiled.
"I thought you already had a motorbike?" you asked.
"He does," Remus said morosely. "It's magical."
"It's broken," Sirius corrected. "I had a problem with a telephone pole. The bodywork is fucked, so it's a write off at this point."
You nodded like you understood, accepting a cup of tea from Sirius. It wasn't quite right, but you appreciated the sentiment.
Now that you were sitting you could feel the subtle ache between your legs. You moved a hand to your lower abdomen and massaged the flesh there.
Remus was slumped forward, using his arm to keep himself upward. He hissed when he moved too fast.
"What the fuck, you two? Did you beat each other up last night?"
"I was still tired from th- being ill." Remus coughed.
"Not that tired, evidently. Y/N's got a wobble on."
You cringed at his wording, massaging the bridge of your nose. "Sirius, can we not talk about this?"
"If you're horrified, imagine how I feel," Sirius laughed like this was all good fun. He widened his eyes at you pointedly.
"I don't know what you mean," you said tiredly.
"Remember what happened with Perkins? I can do worse."
"No, you can't," Remus said.
"I don't want you jinxing Remus because my legs hurt," you laughed.
"I should be hexing you, poor Moony looks half-dead."
"Blame Cosmopolitan magazine," you said offhandedly.
Remus left to go motorbike shopping, though you weren't sure what he knew about motorbikes. Maybe because his mother was a muggle he could help with the transaction side of things. Still, you didn't get it.
You almost asked to go with them and decided against it. That was a girlfriend thing to do, and you weren't his girlfriend.
He called you later in the evening to ask how you were feeling. You strongly avoided the urge to ask him to come back over that same night although you really, really wanted him to.
This is why when he asked if you wanted to come over the next day you couldn't get over yourself. Your ego ballooned, thinking you must have some amazing sultry presence for him to want to see you twice in one weekend.
You didn't bother looking too nice. Honestly, you didn't truly have the energy for it. You showered and cleaned yourself to an immaculate standard and blow dried your hair without styling it, using a miniscule amount of make-up (mascara, some concealer).
You worried a little outside his door whether that was the right thing to do. You were wearing a midi skirt and an old band t-shirt with an asymmetrical crop to it, just enough to show your midriff if you raised your arms. You hardly looked presentable.
Remus loved telling you how pretty you looked but most every time you saw him you were dressed up to the nines, even if it was supposed to look "natural", it was likely you were highly polished.
It was too late now. You knocked on his door quick, three light raps.
"Let yourself in, Y/N!"
That was always a good sign. You pushed into the flat, greeted by the smell of pesto and something heavier.
You'd brought him a daisy you'd seen while walking. It was suffocated by your nervous hands. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, leaving them by the shoe rack at the door to find Remus in the kitchen, pulling a tray from the oven with a tea towel.
There was a frying pan bubbling away on the stove. That was the source of the wonderful smell.
Remus was cooking for you.
You pushed your hair back with your hand hoping it fell nicely around your face, straightening your shirt. The sandals you wore felt even sillier.
Remus didn't look especially fancy, thankfully, wearing jogging bottoms and a navy short sleeve shirt with ‘made in 1960’ printed across the front.
He turned to you fully. "I made pasta."
"I can see that," you said. You both grinned unbridled at each other. "It smells amazing," you said.
"You want to try it?"
"Sure!" you took the spoon he offered out of his hand, gathering a nice spoonful of sauce and pasta. You blew on it, the steam coming off of it hotly.
"This is so nice," you complimented, almost shocked. "Where'd you learn to make this?"
"Cosmo," he joked.
You put the spoon down on the counter, craning your neck to look him in the face from standing so close. "Someone told me that's a great magazine."
"It's definitely up there. Along with Mizz and Teen Vogue."
"What girl's been whispering women's magazines in your ear?"
"No one," he said, unexpectedly earnest. "There's nobody but you."
You blushed, didn't know what to do with your hands. If he was telling the truth, that was exactly what you wanted to hear.
"Well, nobody else is making me pasta," you said, hoping he inferred what you meant.
His eyes softened at the edges, so you thought he did. He turned off the burners, pouring the pasta into two bowls. He gave you the bigger portion.
He wouldn't let you see what movie he'd put in the VCR player.
You watched in anticipation, legs tucked under you on the floor in front of his coffee table. He sat right next to you so that you could both have an optimal view of his TV, laughing out of his mind when you realised he'd found the Gnome-Mobile.
"This is awful," you said, almost dropping pasta down your shirt.
"This is a classic. Be respectful."
You ate every bite of your pasta, holding your bloated stomach in regret. Remus ate your leftover garlic bread, letting you lean on him in sympathy.
"That was a terrible mistake," you moaned into his shoulder.
He rubbed your arms compassionately. "You'll be okay, give it an hour."
Gnome-Mobile was one of the worst things you'd ever had the misfortune of watching. When it finished you celebrated, remembered how sickeningly full you were, and promptly groaned, holding your stomach.
Remus fussed.
"It's my own fault," you laughed at him.
"I still feel bad."
"Worth it," you muttered to yourself. He made a great bowl of pasta.
"I think we might be boring young adults," he said, leaning against the seat of the sofa. You blew hair off your face.
"Why'd you say that?"
"Well, people our age are out partying or something. What are we doing?"
"Watching world beloved cult classic Gnome-Mobile?"
He pushed the arm that was between you both back onto the sofa, clasping his own hands. "I should've taken you out somewhere."
"What? Remus, I'm having a great time."
You squeezed his bicep. "Now, where's your cassette collection? I wanna see what you like."
Remus took you on a tour of all his favourite songs, stretched out on his bed to stare at his ceiling together. He had some classics and the a bunch of stuff you'd never heard.
You bobbed your head to KISS, singing the words passionately.
"Cos girl you were made for me…" you warbled.
"And girl I was made for you," Remus mouthed along. It was a funny time for your eyes to meet.
You didn't have it in you to sing the powerful chorus, choosing to laugh dizzyingly at his ceiling. Your eyes drifted to the posters on his wall, the trinkets on his desk. You suddenly remembered your own bedroom back home, your bouquet of flowers he'd given you.
"Oh, Remus! I have something for you. Stay here."
You had to climb over him to get off the bed. You collected your little unimpressive daisy from where you'd left it in the kitchen, forgotten by his fridge.
"Here," you said, crossing the threshold into his room.
"It's a daisy," Remus said. "Obviously. I don't know why I said that."
He stared at it for long enough you started to question if it was a bad idea.
"You know, daisy's have their own meaning," he said.
You quirked your eyebrows at him. "What do they mean?"
"White daisies symbolise hope and new beginnings."
"Yeah? What do the other colours mean?" you asked him, crawling back over his lap to sit next to him.
"Yellow daisies are for friendship. Pink daisies are for when you fancy someone, for gentleness. And red daisies are for passion."
"That's so cute," you said. He sat up and twisted the stem in his hand until the daisy blurred into a white circle.
When the daisy stopped turning, it was pink. You pursed your lips in confusion, failing to notice the wand in Remus' hand until he set it aside.
He offered it to you. "For you."
"You turned it pink," you said uselessly.
"I turned it pink."
"You fancy me?" you asked, struggling to get the words out.
"I do."
Tears welled in your eyes. You sniffled, holding the pink daisy in your hand like a precious gemstone. A mass of feelings came up to the surface. Remus fancied you. Remus didn't just want to have sex with you, he fancied you. Somebody, Remus, wanted you.
"Oh, Y/N, don't cry. I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you. Look, I know I'm not-"
"So I get to be your girlfriend?" you asked, pinning him with your gaze.
"What? You're not upset?"
You laughed wetly. "I like you too, Remus. A lot."
He pulled your free hand into his lap to hold. "Why are you crying?"
You wiped your eyes, daisy in hand. "I didn't think anyone liked me."
"I more than like you."
You grinned at him beatifically. "I can't believe it." He looked unhappy. You held your breath. "What?"
"I have something to tell you. Something important."
You nodded.
"And I understand if you don't want to see me anymore after, or if you hate me. But please, don't tell."
Your face crumpled in sympathy. "I already know, Remus," you said softly.
"That I-..."
You nodded.
"Who told you?"
"Nobody… I just worked it out."
"How long have you known?"
"The day I made you soup."
"That was pity soup?"
You spluttered. "No! That was I care about you soup. You're always tired and you were bleeding and, you know. When I thought about it, it made sense."
"Just so we're on the same page, you realise I'm-"
"You're a werewolf, Remus. I know," you finished for him.
"You don't care?"
You frowned. "Of course I don't." You flexed your fingers in his hand.
"It's okay if you do, Y/N. It's a scary thing."
You shook your head. "You'd never hurt me. Unless I asked you to."
He grinned, his face plastered in such obvious relief that it made your heart hurt. He deserved to always be accepted for who he was, and it was obvious that wasn't always the case.
"So, you're my boyfriend now?" you questioned.
"I'm your boyfriend," he said.
"Oh my god," you covered your face with your hands, smiling so hard you thought your face would split.
"I mean," his hand inched up your back. "Is it so surprising that I fancy you? I can't stop touching you, dove."
"I thought you were like that with everyone."
"No. Just you."
You weaved your arms around his shoulders. "Could you tell I fancy you?"
"A bit."
You flamed, pushing your blushing face into his hair.
"You did clean my entire flat."
You whimpered.
"And you dressed up so nice for me at the Leaky Cauldron, of all places."
You were dying of embarrassment, probably. You bit your lip.
"You're not so innocent yourself. How was I supposed to not fancy you? You made me look in two different mirrors to tell me how pretty I looked and then you bought me flowers."
"The whole point was to get you to fancy me, dolt."
"I thought you were this sweet on all your casual hookups."
"You're the only 'casual hookup' I've kissed fifty times every time I saw them."
You felt immeasurably pleased.
"You haven't kissed me once tonight."
He moved his hands from your waist to your face. "I've been preoccupied," he leaned in close. You shut your eyes. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered.
He kissed you. The rush of warmth that ran through you was palpable, intoxicating. He overwhelmed your senses, smelling like something soft and heady. The feeling of his hand running up and down your arm was enough to make you smile into the kiss. He smiled back, letting you push him down into the headboard behind him.
You let your hand travel down his torso to grasp the lean muscle under his shirt. Your hand teased the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath the fabric to trace a line up to his sternum. You trailed back down with the softest touch you could manage, relishing his shivers beneath you.
You broke the kiss, anticipating the changing in his ability to breath as you pushed your hand over the bulge of his dick in his trousers. You palmed him through the fabric, turning your gaze to the movements of your own hand.
He pulled your face towards him. "You're so fucking pretty."
You turned your face to peck his hand. "I look like shit."
"You're fucking perfect," he said firmly. "Perfect girl."
"You give me far too many compliments."
"I give you far too little," he denied.
He rose up to kiss you again. You drew a line at his waistband with your fingernail.
"Stop tickling me or I'm gonna tickle you back," he warned, holding your face in place so he could kiss you.
You didn't heed his warning, scratching lightly until he was shying away from your touch.
"We're finished," he said solemnly, snaking his hand under the fabric of your skirt. He used the pads of his fingers to tickle the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, zigzagging till he was a millimetre from your underwear. He teased the edge, running his fingers under the elastic.
Fine, you thought. If he wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty.
You let your hand dip under his waistband, keeping the lightest of touches, smoothing the flat of your hand against him lovingly.
You tried your best to stay on task, delighted at his hardening dick from your attentions, but Remus was making it increasingly difficult. He'd abandoned any pretense of tickling you and was instead using his long fingers to rub lines from your clit to your entrance, dipping in half an inch before travelling back up. It was maddening.
You'd given up on kissing for now as you were too busy concentrating. He dotted kissed down the curve of your neck to bite and suck your shoulder.
You pulled his dick free from the constraints of his underwear, enthused by the little dribble of precum that smattered the skin of your fingers.
Remus rested his forehead on your shoulder, panting. "I'm supposed to be winning."
"You definitely aren't," you told him, pumping his shaft much too smugly. "I like you like this, all needy."
"I've actually had enough of you," he said, laughing. You laughed too.
He grabbed the hand that you were using to touch him and pulled it away, shoving you enough that you got the idea to let yourself fall flat.
He pulled your skirt free to make it easier. You felt your eyebrows go up at the centre when he started pulling the pillows from under you.
"Lift your hips, pretty girl."
You did as he asked and he pushed the pillows beneath you so that your hips, cunt and upper thighs were elevated.
Godric, this was the trouble you'd feared. He pulled you underwear down next. You blushed at the wet string of slick that banded between your cunt and your underwear. Remus smiled smugly, tossing them gently next to your skirt on the ground.
"I'll ruin your pillows."
"Sacrifices," he said mournfully, leaning down to plant an open mouthed kiss on your clit. You gasped, fishing the sheets underneath you in one hand. When he didn't stop you covered your eyes with the back of your arm, keening.
"I knew you'd like that," he chuckled.
He fingered your cunt, licking hot wet stripes up the centre of you. When that wasn't enough, he located the bundle of nerves that was your clit with his tongue and manipulated it until you were a quivering mess underneath him.
"What, baby?"
You only whimpered. Your brain felt like it was short-ciruciting, your whole body heaved.
You didn't trust yourself to put your hand in his hair, too afraid you'd rip strands from his scalp. He was doing a fine job without your assistance either way. The heat built up in the pit of your tummy, rising and rising til you were whining for him to slow down.
He listened. It did little to slow the oncoming climax. You came hard, cunt clenching down on his fingers. He pulled back, admiring the obvious contractions you were experiencing.
"Good girl," he praised. "My perfect girl. Ready to take all of me?"
"Yes," you said, voice wracked with tremors. "Yes, please."
He lined up, rubbing the head against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make you protest.
"Sorry, baby. I'll stop teasing," he murmured, spreading the flat of his hand on your abdomen. He pushed in, the elevated position of your cunt already making you feel spread open.
He took handfuls of your hips, the soft flesh there molding under his hands. He reared forward, fucking you so deeply you cried out in response.
"Yeah?" he said.
He pulled out, fucked in again. You were putty in his hands, limp under his touch. The stretching feeling was suddenly so pleasurable you reached down your hand to wrap around his forearm.
"Perfect girl with a perfect cunt," he said, driving forward again. You half-sobbed.
Where he shifted on his knees you could feel the mattress move under your back, feel it bounce back with each thrust.
He slowed down to a crawl, amused at your complaining. You moved your hips down, following his thrusts, chasing his dick.
"So fucking hot."
"Fuck me properly, jerk."
"Properly?" His hips snapped forward, his pelvis digging into you clit, sending sparks through you. "Is this proper enough for you, dove?"
He was unrepentant, fucking you so that each thrust drove you deep into the mattress. "Okay?" he asked, bringing his hand down to the bead of your clit, catching it between two fingers.
"Yessss," you said, voice high.
"Tell me if it's too much."
"It's not," you said weakly. "Fucking me so good," you praised.
He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your fingertips. He pushed deep inside you and stayed there, making circles with his hips that drove mewling cries from you that you'd be embarassed about in the morning.
"Ah, you're so deep in me," you babbled. "So deep."
"Just fucking made for me, weren't you sweetness?"
He bottomed out again, driving you to madness. Your eyes closed of their own accord. Every thrust was enough now, accompanied by a little sound in the back of your throat that wouldn't stop.
Remus liked it, fucking you hard and fast if only to listen to the sounds you made.
"Made for you," you echoed, gripping so tightly your knuckles went white.
"Yes, you were," he said.
He sped up, pulling your hips with surprising strength to meet his thrusts. You circled your clit, so wet it was difficult to find purchase.
He drove forward with one last great thrust, hitting you square in the sweet spot inside you,  pumping cum into you like you hadn't felt before, gasping at the sensation. He replaced your finger with two of his own, replacing preciseness with speed. You felt your heart stop, able to utter a single "oh god," before you came so hard your vision whited out.
You let your hips fall backwards off the pillows, aching in a familiar, comfortable way. You pulled on Remus' arm, forcing him to lie down beside you.
"Is this a good time to mention we'll definitely have cute kids?" he asked, holding your joined hands against his beating heart.
"Well, we've had a fair share of practice runs," you said, still breathless.
You both laughed.
"So what?" James asked, wearing his stupid florescent hard hat. You were cross-legged in front of the frog Palace, tasked with caulking the tiny windows with your pinky finger. "He's your boyfriend now?"
"Yep," you said, beaming.
James smirked at you. "Get me a nappie and you could call me cupid."
"Yeah, whatever," Sirius grumbled, also wearing a stupid hard hat. A frog perched on the brim, peering at you threateningly. "I hate happy couples."
"Farmer's Market boy wasn't cool enough for you anyways," Remus said, returning from his brief intermission to the kitchen. He balanced a tray of drinks in his hand.
"Harry agrees," Lily said, baby Harry gurgling happily in his hands. He had a smaller hard hat and a frog in his tiny grasp.
You cooed at Harry's delight. "I expect at least 12 frogs for my baby," you said to Sirius.
"Our baby," Remus corrected gently.
Sirius groaned in agony. "Fuck me."
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pinkandblueblurbs · 29 days ago
marauders x fem!reader. polyamory spanking, belting, d/s, brat taming, favoritism, crying, subspace, daddy kink, light jealousy (nothing serious, all lighthearted), ddlg vibes maybe?? Idk. No explicit smut.
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“Baby, please don’t do that.” James gently requests as he watches you try to climb the tall bookcase in an attempt to reach the wand tucked away on the very top shelf. “You’re gonna hurt yourself. And you know Remus said you could have it back when he gets here.”
“Him taking it in the first place was stupid anyway.” You grumble, precariously stepping up on the third shelf and extending your arm upwards. You wiggle your fingers, still unable to reach the highest shelf.
“Gettin’ mouthy, are we?” Sirius quips, a smirk evident in his dry tone before it loses its humor as he watches you teeter. “Seriously, pup, be careful. You should come down now.”
“No.” You grumble, lifting your foot to take another step. You push yourself up, straining your reach, and just as your fingertips brush against the wood of your wand you hear the dormitory door creak open.
“What the hell are you doing?” Remus’s stern voice is immediately asking, and you gasp as you quickly scramble down from the bookshelf. You turn on your heels, hands clasped behind your back innocently, and heat rises to your cheeks as you meet his narrow eyed gaze.
“Bullshit.” He growls, cutting you off. “I told you I’d give you your wand back when I got through with my classes, didn’t I?”
“But I needed it, you can’t just take it away-“
“I beg to differ, after you nearly burnt the place down with it yesterday.” You swallow nervously as you watch him roll up the sleeves of his button down, fingers flexing as they reveal strong forearms. “You know where this is going. Bend over the bed.”
You let out a soft whimper but quickly do as you’re told, well aware by now that failure to comply with Remus’s demands only makes things worse for you in the end. You fold yourself in half, ass up, elbows braced against the mattress below you. You hear matching sighs from James and Sirius as they move to their respective positions, sat on either side of you on the bed.
“‘S okay, dolly, you’ll be alright.” James murmurs softly as he notices your trembling thighs and protruding lower lip, reaching out with a large hand to rub your back. You shiver as Remus lifts up the fabric of your skirt, revealing your panty clad ass.
The first blow shocks you- Remus’s hand coming down hard on your left cheek, the impact making you yelp and jolt. Sirius presses a gentle hand to your lower back, coaxing you to stay in place.
“Shhh. Stay still, puppy, it’ll make things go quicker.” You whimper and nod and Remus lands another blow that knocks the air from your lungs.
It’s six more firm subsequent blows until tears are pricking at your eyes and your hands are fisted in the covers below you. James keeps up his soothing circles on your back all the while, and Sirius reaches down to stroke fingers through your hair when the eighth blow has you letting out a sob.
“How many more are you gonna give the poor thing, Moons?” Sirius asks, sounding empathetic. Behind you, Remus scoffs, clearly finding the way Sirius and James are babying you to be somewhat ridiculous.
“Just two more. She’s fine.” The lycanthrope mutters as his large hand comes down to grope at the burning flesh of your ass. You let out a whimper, and James shushes you.
“Did you hear that, baby?” Sirius murmurs, leaning down to feed the gentle words into your ear. “You’re almost done. You’re bein’ such a good girl, takin’ this so well. Just a bit longer.”
You nod tearfully, bracing yourself in preparation for another hit as Remus’s touch leaves your ass. The last spanks come together in two quick- though no less hard- blows to each cheek. They’re enough to have the salty tears residing in your waterline spilling out, cooling the heated skin of your face, and James coos softly as you cry.
“Oh angel, good job.” He praises, leaning down to smear a kiss over the back of your head “‘m so proud of you, babydoll. All done now.”
“A-all done?” You echo as you rise on shaky legs, sniffling and staring down at Sirius and James, gaze blurred by tears. Both boys have their arms outstretched slightly in invitation, laps ready.
“That’s right, puppy. C’mere.” Sirius encourages, watching as you rub your eyes with fisted hands. His brows furrow in confusion as you turn on your heels and crash into Remus’s form behind you.
“Daddy,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around Remus’s shoulders. He hoists you up to hold you, rubbing your back and bouncing gently, whispering a low “good girl” in your ear.
“He’s the one who made you cry, babydoll, why d’you want him to comfort you?” James is incredulous as he watches you cling to the lycanthrope. You don’t respond, simply whimpering into Remus’s pectorals as he sits on the mattress, holding you in his lap.
“This is fuckin’ ridiculous.” Sirius mutters, scowling. “I don’t see why she likes you so much. You’re so hard on her.”
“She likes a firm hand, mate.” Remus responds cooly, smirking a bit as he gives your bum a solid pat that has you jolting.
“Whatever.” James mutters, folding an arm behind his head as he lays back on the bed. “At least share ‘er, Moons. I wanna cuddle too.”
“Y’gonna let Jamie and Siri cuddle with us, sweet girl?” Remus murmurs gently, using the nicknames he knows you’ll recognize best in your fuzzy headspace. You nod, settling into Remus as he scoots back with you so you’re laying on his chest against the backboard of the bed.
“Good girl, letting daddy share you.” The lycanthrope praises with a tender kiss to your head. Sirius and James move in close on either side of Remus, Sirius draping an arm over you and James resting his head on Remus’s shoulder, just beside yours.
There you fall asleep, cuddled atop your daddy and with your other beloved boyfriends at your side.
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solemnly-mischievous · 29 days ago
Hi, this is my first time every requesting something on Tumblr so sorry if I word things weirdly. I was wondering if you would write a poly! Marauders x reader smut? (Don't know how to word it.) Where there's sub! James, dom! Remus over all, and switch! Sirius and reader. Only if you're comfortable of course!
i'm honored to be your first request, anon. fantastic prompt. hope you like it!
Contains: Orgasm delay/denial, degradation, begging, a bit of tears, mean dom!Remus, riding, blowjobs, slight spanking
Word count: 2.6K
If someone asked you what your favorite thing in the whole world to do is, you'd probably say teasing James.
Because there's something just so deliciously wonderful about the way he whines and pants and pleads when you dangle his pleasure in front of him, when he gets on his knees and begs for you to ruin him.
If someone asked Sirius what his favorite thing in the whole world to do is, he’d probably say watching you tease James.
Because he loves to tease, too, and he loves nothing more than to delight in watching you ruin James as he chimes in with comments and mocking coos of his own, making James fall even further into that submissive haze.
“Oh, poor baby,” Sirius murmurs now, reaching out to brush James’ hair out of his eyes as he keens when you pull away from his cock for the third time. “Is she being too mean to you?”
“Yes,” James breathes, bucking his hips up to meet empty air. “Siri, Sirius please, please touch me—”
“I am touching you,” Sirius reminds him laughingly, and you hum in amusement as James tries to glare at the two of you but fail because all he wants is to feel good, but you’re not touching him—
“Use your words,” you say to James.
At this point, you probably would’ve had better luck asking James to operate heavy machinery. But he tries, tries to be good, for you and Sirius.
“Please,” James whispers, almost mournfully, and you do take pity for him—you’ve been teasing him all day, giving him subtle glances and touches during class, pulling him into closets and classrooms and kissing him roughly, palming him through his trousers before leaving him there. Sirius helped, too—all but jerking James off during Potions.
James had been all too glad to get on his knees for you when you were back in your dorm, but then you still weren’t nice at all.
“Please touch my cock, please," James begs. You and Sirius are too occupied with teasing him that you don't hear the dorm room door open and close.
"This is an interesting sight."
You jump and Sirius stiffens.
"Remus," you exclaim, whirling around and finding your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with a faintly amused look on his face. "You're back! I didn't think you'd be back so early."
"Clearly," Remus says, deadpan. He glances at you, then Sirius, then James, kneeling on the floor. Ignoring both of you, he leans down and lifts James' head up to meet his gaze. "How are you, baby?"
James lets out a frustrated whine, which is answer enough for Remus.
"Are they being mean to you, Jamie?" Remus' hand slips down, cupping James' cheek.
"Really?" Remus kisses his forehead, tender and gentle. "That's not very nice, is it? You think we should get them back?"
James' mouth slants into a crooked grin, and he tilts his head back, still lost in a haze of pleasure and denial. "Yes, sir."
"Oh, good boy." Remus ruffles his hair and straightens up, eyeing you and Sirius. "Strip."
"But—" Sirius begins to say.
Remus shakes his head. "Strip, or there'll be consequences."
You obey faster than Sirius, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling off your skirt, tossing them haphazardly onto James' bed. When you're down to your panties and bra, you look at Remus.
He looks back at you, expectantly.
Reaching behind your back, you make a show of unclipping your bra and letting it drop to the floor. You slide your panties off equally slowly, making eye contact with James—who's been pulled onto Remus' bed—as you do so, who stares at you with a kind of hunger.
You hear Sirius curse, and turn around. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him—it's not that you've never seen him naked before, but Merlin, if it doesn't blow you away how attractive he is every time.
"Fuck," you whisper, taking in bare skin and dark hair and just Sirius fucking Black.
"I could say the same," Sirius murmurs, all but devouring you with his gaze. "Fucking gorgeous, darling."
You both turn to Remus, who's sitting next to James, a hand wrapped around the brunet's cock and stroking him slowly. James is breathing hard, and clearly fighting the urge to buck his hips into Remus' touch.
"Kiss," Remus says, barely even looking at you and Sirius—though that isn't true in the least; he'd gotten several long, good looks at both of you when you weren't noticing—as he works James expertly.
Sirius glances at you, smirking, and leans in to capture your mouth in his. The kiss is open and sloppy and utterly filthy, and when he presses up against you to sink his fingers into your hair, you feel his cock, half-hard, against you.
Of course you grind up against him.
He groans into your mouth and laughs, murmuring, "Oh, the things you fucking do to me."
"Just kiss me," you whisper back, and he obliges.
"Sit on Sirius' bed," Remus says, and the two of you break apart long enough to obey. Sirius' bed is right next to Remus', which means the four of you are facing each other on opposite beds—allowing for Remus and James to have a perfect front-row view.
Remus pauses for a bit, thoughtful, then says your name. "Suck him off."
"You heard me, pet. Go make him feel good with your mouth," Remus instructs, and Sirius exhales with arousal. "Be a good girl and suck him off for me, hm?"
Fuck, Remus could make you feel so submissive so easily. With James, it's easy to switch—both of you enjoy both roles equally, and it's almost second nature for you two to fall into opposing roles. With Sirius, it's more fun subbing, but when you do manage to have him on his knees for you, it's quite a sight.
But Remus?
Remus could have you on your knees and begging with a single word.
So you drop to your knees and Sirius spreads his legs, and you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head and working his shaft. He groans with pleasure, fisting your hair in his hands. "Fuck, your mouth's bloody magical."
James lets out a small sound as Remus' hand speeds up on his cock, going from slow, torturously teasing strokes to a rhythmic thrusting. Remus' own trousers are getting a bit too tight for comfort as he watches James fall apart, Sirius' head tilting back in pleasure, and you working Sirius' cock. It's a sight out of the world's filthiest wet dream.
"Sirius," Remus says. "You'll tell me when you're close."
"Yes, okay, oh, fuck—"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," Sirius pants as you take him all the way into your mouth, his cock almost gagging you as it pushes against the back of your throat. But you don't gag—the boys had made sure of that.
"Fuck her throat," Remus orders, and the words had barely left his mouth when Sirius tightens his grip on your hair and begins thrusting into your mouth, using your throat like nothing but a hole, and you moan.
"Oh, she fucking likes that," Sirius murmurs, chasing his own pleasure as he gives you yours.
"Such a little whore," Remus agrees. "Don't you think so, James?"
His hand speeds up on James, and the boy cries out. "I—"
"Answer me," Remus says, and he thumbs the tip of James' cock harshly, eliciting a sensitive gasp from the other.
"Yes," James exhales, "fuck, fuck, sir, can I come?"
"Mm," Remus says. Then he stops moving his hand. "No."
"Fuck," James whimpers, bucking his hips slightly to chase a touch that isn't there. Arousal sparks in your gut at your boyfriend's desperate sound, and you moan around Sirius' cock.
"So pretty," Sirius coos, fucking your throat without abandon—and then: "Fuck, 'm close, bloody hell—"
"Stop," Remus says, almost bored, and Sirius makes the same sound James did, only breathier and frustrated instead of mournful, and his hips still. "Good boy."
Then Remus says your name, and you pull off Sirius' cock, turning around to look at him. "I want you to ride him, love."
"Okay," you agree, breathless with want.
"Here's the catch." Remus' hand wraps around James' cock again, and the brunet gasps. "None of you can come until I give permission."
"Okay," Sirius parrots, eyes already flickering towards you in desire.
"I'm not done yet," Remus snaps. "I'll only give permission if two of you ask for me to allow the third to come. Doesn't work if you beg for yourself. Doesn't work if only one other person asks. I want to hear both, understood?"
"Yes, sir," you murmur, and you hear Sirius and James echo the sentiment. You're beginning to regret teasing James for so long earlier—no way he's going to be nice to you. The smirk he sends you now confirms that theory.
"Good," Remus praises. "Sirius, get on the bed."
Sirius does, and you clamber on after him, already soaked from the anticipation. You're so keyed up, you won't last long at all, and as you lower yourself onto Sirius' cock, the sound he makes is enough to have you dripping.
"You feel so fucking good, love," Sirius murmurs heatedly, hands coming to rest on either side of your hips, almost possessively. You lean down and kiss him, deeply, as you begin to move your hips, and he gasps into the kiss.
You can hear James moan from the other bed, and the sound of Remus' belt unbuckling. Pulling away from Sirius, you watch as Remus directs James' mouth onto his cock. Fuck, that was a sight.
Remus locks eyes with you, his gaze dark and turned on and ridiculously fucking hot. "Ride him faster, pet. Make him beg."
"No, be nice," Sirius objects, but then you start moving your hips in circles and he gasps with the pleasure that courses through him. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."
James whines around Remus' cock as he watches the two of you, and Remus reaches down to grip the boy's soft curls of hair. "Getting all worked up watching 'em have fun, hm? Keep being good and make me feel nice, alright, baby? Then you can have your fun."
"Mm," James hums in assent.
"Fuck," you whisper, as Sirius' cock drags across that one spot that made you want to cry with pleasure. Combined with what was essentially hours of foreplay, you couldn't help but blurt, "Close, 'm close, fuck, please, can I come?"
"That fast?" Remus asks patronizingly, then sighs with mock disappointment. "Well, it's up to them, isn't it?"
"Let her come," Sirius says, immediately.
"James?" Remus checks.
James doesn't pull off of Remus, but his eyes glint and he shakes his head slightly.
"No?" Remus sounds amused.
"James—" you gasp.
James pulls off long enough to confirm, "No."
"Stop," Remus orders you, and you whine, already chasing your own release with a vengeance. "Sirius, stop her."
Firm hands grab onto your hips and stop them from moving, and you could almost cry.
"Spank her a few times," Remus says. "Hard."
Sirius doesn't look sympathetic at all as he delivers several hard slaps to your thighs and your ass, each impact leaving a stinging red mark and drawing a whine from your throat. It leaves you aching, hurting, wanting more.
"Fuckin' pathetic," Remus scoffs, and James hums in agreement around Remus' cock. "So desperate for an orgasm that you're willing to disobey? Start riding him again. This time, you don't get to even ask for permission. James can ask for you."
Cruel bastard. Sly, genius, cruel bastard.
You start moving your hips again, and Sirius groans with pleasure at the stimulation. This time, you're careful not to let the tip of his cock brush that fucking spot inside of you, but Remus catches on. Of course he catches on.
"Sirius, grab her hips and tug her forward."
"No, no, please," you plead, because you know it's going to be too much, but Sirius only winks at you and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls you closer to him, and you cry out as his cock nestles right where it makes you see stars.
"I won't ask again, pet." Remus' voice is strained from pleasure, from the sight of you and Sirius and from James' skilled mouth. "Be good, or I'll ask Sirius to fuck James while he sucks me off and make you watch, and you won't get to fucking touch at all. Go to bed all needy and aching, and we might not even touch you for a week."
You want to cry. You want to kiss him. You don't know.
"Now ride Sirius, baby." You do, every movement of your hips and shallow thrust of his cock into you torture in and of itself, dragging laboriously against the inside of your cunt and sparking overwhelming pleasure with every twitch. Too much.
But you speed up, bouncing faster on Sirius' cock, until he's gasping and moaning with every movement and gripping your hips so tight they'll almost certainly bruise come morning.
"Can I come?" Sirius gasps.
"Yes," you almost beg. "Sirius, Sirius, please."
James nods around Remus, and Remus gives him permission, and Sirius moans as he spills into you, filling you up so fucking deliciously, and you help him through the orgasm even though the only thing you want is release of your own.
The sight is enough to have Remus groaning as well, releasing into James' mouth, who makes a show of swallowing every drop.
"Good boy," Remus praises him, and you whine—you want to be good, too.
Then Sirius is tapping at your hip and you're easing off him, his release dripping out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs.
"Oh, poor thing," Sirius murmurs as he watches how your eyes widen with desperation and want.
"Touch her," Remus urges him, and he does, sinking two fingers into your cunt in one smooth movement and making you gasp. "That's it, pet. Make those pretty, pathetic noises for us."
"Please," you whimper, flicking your gaze over to James.
"Please?" he echoes, mischief dancing in his eyes. Sirius crooks his fingers just right and you arch your back, whining from the pleasure and desperation. Tears prickle at your eyes and you let them fall as sensations overwhelm you, too much of everything all at once.
Finally, the brunet takes pity on you.
"Can she come?" he asks Remus.
"Let her come," Sirius agrees, even as he fucks his fingers in and out of you even rougher and you almost choke on a cry, bucking your hips into the sensation.
"Please," you gasp, shooting one last pleading look at Remus.
"She can come," Remus relents, and Sirius curls his fingers and you scream as you orgasm, almost blacking out from the ecstatic pleasure that courses through you. Your hips stutter and Sirius fucks you through your orgasm, until everything cools and you start whining with the overstimulation.
"Alright, enough," Remus says, and Sirius withdraws his fingers, covered in your fluids and his, and he licks them clean as he maintains eye contact with you. And then he winks.
Then Remus says your name, and you look over. "You gotta repay the favor now, baby. James hasn't come yet."
You look at James, whose cock is still hard and aching, whose eyes no longer sparkle with mischief but with the very same desperation you'd displayed minutes ago.
"Oh, baby," you murmur. "C'mere. I'll make you feel good, 'kay?"
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