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cosmal · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY NINE — THROAT TRAINING W SIRIUS BLACK

*:･ﾟ summary — sirius trains you to deep-throat him. you seem more eager than he does.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — I really hate this im sorry, gn!reader, , male receiving oral, eager reader!, throat training, face fucking

*:･ﾟ word count — 1.4k

Your heels dig into your ass where you're kneeling at Sirius’s feet and it’s enough to stop you from squirming with anticipation.

“Sirius, I promise.” You squeeze reassuringly at his thigh, curls of hair graze your palm, “I wanna try.”

He brings his hand down to your face, cups your jaw in his warm palm. Still, he frowns, “You’re sure?”

As if your twitching hands aren’t enough to show how eager you are, you say, “So, so sure.” You smile.

“You gotta tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He looks too soft and caring, it’s an awful juxtaposition to how badly you want to rip his fucking pants off and jump his goddamn bones.

You nod. Sirius looks like he doesn’t believe you.

“Please, Y/N. If it hurts, tell me to stop.” He says, sternly. Still, he moves to palm at his clothed cock under his shorts.

“With my mouth full?” You giggle. He pokes your cheek.

“Punch me in the leg for all I care, okay?” He says.

You shift on your knees and the floorboards creak. “Okay, Sirius. Please, just get your pants off.”

He sighs like you’re an inconvenience, sliding his pants down his legs, along with his boxers until he steps out of them. Down to just his shirt. “God, needy thing, huh?” He pats your warming cheek and you blink slowly. Impatiently.

He gives a few tugs at his already aching cock, twisting until beads of precum roll down his length and into his palm. He watches your eager eyes, where your mouth is agape. He swells with pride.

You raise your hand, “Let me.” Your fingers wriggle until they wrap around him. With your face close to his pelvis, you stroke him eagerly, with long, gentle tugs.

You’re overly excited to try and please him. Take him deep enough just how you know he’ll like it. You want it bad and the thought of knowing he does too, makes you want it even more.

You can’t look at him. You don’t want to do bad and if you look up where he’s watching you, it might make it worse. His adoring but stern face. He’d never make you feel pressured, ever. You’re just definitely in your own head, determined to be good for him. And if he reads your face for how you’re feeling, a little nervous, he’d think it's because it’s about the task at hand, not because you’re doubting yourself.

He pets your head, brushing your hair away from your face with a too-soothing touch. Too gentle for what you’re about to do. You want him to be rough.

“Don’t go all shy on me, babe.”

You shake your head and stand up on your knees, legs trembling. You open your mouth just to wrap around his tip, sucking away his precum with a smack of your lips.

He gently guides your head down and you wrap your mouth around his entire length. He pushes past the barrier and you take him in your throat for a split second. Spit wells in your mouth immediately and you gag.

He pulls you away by your cheek and your eyes water. Heaving a breath you try to blink away the tears, looking up at him with damp eyes for reassurance.

“Through your nose babe, remember what I said?” He says. You hum and take him back in trying to not graze him with your teeth.

He brushes the same spot and you gag lightly. Quickly, you remember to breathe through your nose when he breaches the barrier even more. When his tip presses the spongy spot of your throat, it feels funny and you quickly pull your head back. Spit bridges from his cock to your lips and breaks, dribbling down your chin. You dart your tongue out to lick it away, smiling.

“That’s it, baby.” He smiles, moving to stroke his cock, “Feel okay? Wanna try again?”

You lean forward to lick a stripe along his shaft, “Sirius?” You hum.

“Yeah, honey.” He replies, softly.

“You gotta,” You stammer, licking your lips. Your knees ache where they press into his hardwood floor, “You gotta be rough, I think. Help me.”

He strokes your cheek, over spit and fluids, “Yeah, okay.”

Bravely, you take him straight back into your mouth. Running your tongue along his skin until he’s back at the beginning of your throat. Without gripping the back of your head, he thrusts gently into your mouth to push down further.

You swallow and Sirius lets out a selfish moan which only spurs you on. You grip the backs of his thighs, eager, you bob your head gently, hollowing your cheeks.

He twitches and you forget to breathe and pull your head back again with a grunt. Mess spread all over your chin and chest, trailing down towards your navel.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He pants, “Doing so well f’me.” He wipes away the beginnings of new tears from your cheeks, prodding your face with a gentle touch. You smile and turn to kiss his palm. His encouraging words have a fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

He takes his cock into his hand and smears his tip across your tight lips, spreading spit across and up your cheeks before giving your mouth a tap.

“Open up, lovely.” Grinning only because talking might hurt, you open up for the third time, sticking out your tongue.

With a murmur of, That’s it he slides back along your mouth, a heavy, warm weight on your tongue, and you wrap your greedy lips around him.

Without any preamble this time, knowing you're thoroughly worked open, you push him to the back of your throat. He grips the back of your head, not roughly but certainly not gently, to slide you up and down his cock. You hollow your cheeks as he fills you up, all the way to the hilt.

He stills, deep-seated, and you breathe roughly from your nose as spit bubbles in the corners of your mouth. Your nose presses into the crush of curls at his pelvis, right at the end of his happy trail. His moaning stops you from moving, pleased that you’re doing well.

Sirius composes himself and starts to rut into your mouth. His grip on your hair is grounding and you remember to breathe. Roughly or not, it seems to do the trick.

You swallow deeply, your spongy walls constricting around his throbbing length and he jolts, pushing deeper than you thought was possible.

You squeeze his legs and you think he’s going to pull away. So, you nuzzle your face closer to his body and your airway almost gets smothered by his skin.

Proud, Sirius grunts and starts to thrust faster into your mouth. There’s an echo of gug gug gug’s as he finds the perfect rhythm and the amount of drool that’s produced is almost embarrassing. You feel him twitch on your tongue and you try to trace the vein under him.

You feel his thighs tense under your grip before he’s ripping himself from your mouth. You pant through a final gag, cheeks and chin all wet, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

He tugs at his cock a few times, throwing his head back before he’s spurting his cum towards your face. You leap towards him to take him back in your mouth one final time, sucking him clean as he fills your mouth. His heavenly moans bounce off the walls, finishing off with a grunt when you pull yourself off him.

“Holy shit.” He pants. “Fuck, Y/N. That was- that was amazing, sweetheart.” His cheeks are flushed, a deep red and he’s panting maybe even harder than you.

Beaming, you lean forward to kiss his tip and he jolts, bending in half to escape your lips. Oversensitive.

He strokes your cheek, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead before helping you up onto aching limbs. Your knees click and he holds you flat against his chest with his arms snaking down to squeeze your ass.

“You okay? Wasn’t too rough?” His eyes are soft and you almost want to mess with him. You decide against it.

“No, it was good. I liked it.” You grin and your eyes squint.

“You did so well, baby.” He pecks your nose and you wrinkle your face.

“I think I need to go wash my face. I’m all covered in spit.”

He pinches your ass and you yelp lightly, leaning forward to smack his chest, “I kinda like you all messy. Might have to keep that mouth busier.” He tugs the swell of your bottom lips and it flips back when he lets go.

You laugh and your chest rumbles against his, “Yeah, you would. Dirty perv.”

He smiles too brightly like it was a compliment. Only he would take it as one.

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luveline · 2 years

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How about Sirius making his gf climax for the first time??

the way this turned into a thing. i really liked this concept and i think it might be some of my fave smut ive ever written lol, ty for ur req. nsfw 18+ dni (cw smut, v fingering, sirius taking care of u) ♡ fem!reader | 1.3k words

Sirius is the nicest boyfriend you've ever had. Despite his general presence, attitude and demeanour – all of which might point to an apathetic impassiveness – you know him for what he is. Under all his cold glances and colder silences is a man who cares a lot. About you, about everything.

When he can't get you to cum the first time you fuck, he's a hair's width from distressed.

You chalk it up to being a total virgin. "Siri, I can't do it myself. You don't have to feel bad," you say, petting his sweaty forehead.

He drops his face into your neck and stays there for a while.

His apology is heartfelt. He tries to make it right for weeks – foreplay that lasts long enough to leave you limp, an abundance of sweet touches and kisses everywhere, all the time. When you finally feel comfortable enough to agree to his suggestion, he eats you out for hours. It feels good. Intimacy is intimacy, whether it ends in your climax or not.

And though you tell him this, you know it's starting to weigh him down anyhow. He feels guilty for not being able to get you there and you feel guilty for your inability.

He starts to turn down your advances, worried you're only asking because you think it's what he wants. After a few days of nothing but cuddles you decide to take matters into your own hands.

"Sirius," you say softly, standing at the end of the bed in the prettiest white lingerie you could find. "Do you wanna play? With me?" You shift from one foot to the other.

Sirius lifts his eyes from his laptop screen and blinks, taking you in for a stretched moment.

"Baby," he starts, looking conflicted.

"Please. If you want to."

He looks crushed. "Come here," he says, setting aside the laptop and opening his arms wide.

You smile a small smile and round the side of the bed, letting him pull you into his lap. You expect to be ravished, or at least kissed, but Sirius only runs his hand over your body gently. You shiver as the lingerie bites your skin, his fingers tugging the fabric of your underwear, your garters as he squeezes the rump of your arse and then your thigh.

"You look fucking lovely," he says tenderly, face inclined to yours.

You smile again, all your worrying from in front of the bathroom mirror melting away. "I wanted to look pretty for you."

"You do, sweetheart."

You're so pleased he can likely see it, the simple and yet blissful pleasure of knowing your boyfriend thinks you're pretty. He doesn't look quite as happy as you do.

You drop your cheek into his chest and sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Do you not want me?" you ask, which is ridiculous and insecure and neither of those things at the same time.

"You know I do."

"Then have me. Please, Siri," you whisper. "I don't mind if I… I wanna keep trying."

That seems to snap him out of it, his fingers tightening where they lay. "We're gonna keep trying," he assures you firmly, some of his usual confidence seeping back in.

You turn your face to his and stroke his scratchy cheek, pleased as punch when he leans down for a kiss. It's unhurried, a slow wading into one another. You hold his face in both hands as the kiss deepens, long, languid minutes in his arms as his palm roves the hills and valleys of your body.

When his hand slips between your legs it feels right as it always does, a natural levelling from his heavy kisses. Your face grows warm, eyes squinting closed as he pulls the fabric, crisp with newness, away from your hot cunt. He pushes your thighs open to spread you wide, fingertips running over petal folds in a search for the little well of slick growing at your entrance.

He rubs a circle into your entrance and smirks against your mouth at what he finds. Even if he hasn't made you cum yet, he can get you wet.

You pull yourself to the surface and try to focus on everything that he's doing, every brush of his thumb against your clit, the rhythmic circles he draws there. As his motions speed, so do the kisses, his tongue pushing desperately against yours. You can hardly breathe, weighed down with content.

He holds you tight to his body with an arm wrapped over your navel, the other moving softly against your inner thigh as he pushes a finger inside your cunt.

"Fuck," he moans, pulling back abruptly. "You're so warm. Almost forgot how warm you are."

You pull his face back to yours to stop anymore of his erotic teasing, swallowing up every bit of salaciousness he has to offer. His fingers, thick, quickly warmed and wetted, stroke against the pulp of your cunt and stretch your walls out with an unrushed enthusiasm, like he wants to savour every second.

He starts to curl his digits inside you. A wet sound echoes as he rocks his wrist. You moan into his mouth, feel the hard length of his cock under your figure twitch as he follows sharp bursts of finger-fucking with slower, deeper strokes.

When you can't focus on kissing anymore you turn your head. Sirius doesn't balk, his lips lapping and mouthing lazily over your cheek, your jaw, your neck. You let your head fall against his shoulder, let him kiss you and play with you and feel the heated coil in your abdomen start to tighten.

You don't tell him. You're so excited that you could scream and you just need him to keep doing this, only this. You love his little praises, his verbal encouragement, but you worry any change will psyche you out.

Your breath hitches as it has before. He has no clue that it marks the start of your climax. His thumb digs into your clit just right and you chase it with your hips, making a sound you've never made before as you finally come undone. You hug his arm to your chest and say his name, voice wet with pleading. There's nothing he can do but help you ride it out, his hands stuttering and then doubling down. He plays with you until you can't take it anymore, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away.

Your heart feels as though it's at the surface of your skin.

"Was that real?" he questions quietly, sounding shell-shocked.

You don't have the energy to scowl at him, pulling his hand to your mouth to kiss his slick-wet knuckles. "Have I ever faked it?"

"No- I mean, fuck." He laughs, the sound so bright and loud you have to look up to watch it. He's staring down at you with enough love in his eyes to set you alight all over again. "Fuck, sweetheart. I'm just surprised. Did that feel good?"

You're a little busy being on cloud 9 to stop him, not that you would. Every attention furthers the dizzying feeling encapsulating your chest; his kisses encourage a breathless giggling, your stomach aching with your release.

When you nod he laughs some more, grabbing your head roughly to plant kisses all over your face and neck.

"The way you clamped down on my fingers," he groans, rubbing his nose into the soft spot below your ear, "fuck, baby. Need to feel that on my cock. You wanna do that for me again?"

"I don't know if I can do it again," you say, not wanting to get his hopes up.

"I know, baby, I know, it's alright if you can't. But d'you wanna try?" he asks.

You tuck a flyaway strand behind his ear and grin. "Yes, please."

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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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I saw this an immediately thought of remus smut prompt 16- “I wont apologize for marking you up, everyone should know your taken”

Brrrr, possessive Remus <3, Brrrrr.

18+, smut! Dom!Remus(kinda), dirty talk!, fingering, possessive (not under)tones, blood? not much or whatever (he just bites too hard), Remus having a big cock cuz I can, mwah.

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Remus wasn't a big fan of hickeys, or scratches, or bitemarks... He actually used to find them petty, or at some point disgusting. He was already used to seeing them all over his body, and for him, those were more than enough.

Remus used to roll his eyes every time Sirius walked in with a proud smirk and a red and purplish necklace on his pale neck, he would proudly show all the scratches on his back and chest, calling them "war scars", James saw it funny and slapped his back with joy. He would ask Sirius to keep his "war scars" to himself, nobody wants to see that shit.

He just never saw the appeal for it.

That is, until he really felt the urge to do it.

It would be easier to blame it on the full moon, and maybe that was the reason behind it all. On those days when he was feeling more... territorial. He knew you weren't intentionally flirting with that guy, you were just being nice like you always were! Just a big, ray of sunshine. But still... he was really close to you, and he reeked of cheap man's cologne... And Remus hated that.

He hated how that scent lingered around you.

And he had to do something about it.

He cornered you in an empty classroom, holding your hips against the wall as he kissed you, rubbing his hard-on against your bare thigh. His hand slid under your skirt, circling your clit and basically shoving his tongue in your throat to shut you.

"Take off your blouse, now" He growled against your lips, in that deep voice that made you clench around nothing.

Your clumsy fingers undid the buttons at record speed, just in time for him to flip you and press you against the cold stone wall. Remus used to fingers to stretch you wide and good for him, already knowing you had a rough time taking his massive cock.

Now, he doesn't exactly know what possessed him, but you were grateful it did. His face was on your neck when he briefly recognized the faint scent of that cologne, and he saw red.

"R—Remus!" You whined, it was the first time he ever did that.

His teeth sank into the curve of your neck, out of the blue. You moaned in both surprise and pleasure, just in time for him to curve his fingers inside you. Remus continued to lick and bite your neck, sucking the supple flesh eagerly. A trail of saliva connected his lips and your shoulder, making him pant heavily.

"I won't apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you are t—taken” He replied, smirking against your skin.

It looked... really good.

His cock twitched inside his trousers at the sight, and it planted the seed inside his little heart. Remus' hands fidgeted with the buckle but soon he was free and ready to split your sweet, wet pussy in half.

His hands grip your thighs harshly, and the so—needed—nail trim was quickly forgotten when his long nails scratched your thighs, leaving swollen, perfect grooves. His hips snapped against yours as you moaned loudly, feeling his cock piercing your pussy and rearranging your fucking stomach.

One of his hands covered your mouth, in case someone walked near. Remus's lips ghosted over your ear shell, chuckling breathlessly at your needy whines. "Let the whole world know who owns you, whore"

And with that, his teeth sank one last time on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. The pain was too much but it crashed in the middle of your orgasm, magnifying it to the skies. Remus licked the tiny crimson dots on your shoulder, feeling (not so) guilty.

"Sorry, went to harsh" He whispered in your ear, rubbing your sides soothingly.

"Not a problem" You chuckled, panting as well. Turning your head to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.

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morwap · 1 year

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𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

➸ james potter x f!reader

➸ smut | 4k words

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➸ sub!James mean dom!reader, Enemies to lovers, Slytherin!reader & Dorcas. 8th year, Smut, impact play, threats/death threat, a slap, someone getting hurt, spit, fingers in mouth, talk of cunnilingus/face sitting, humiliation kink, praise/light degradation, hand job, pain kink

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You stared at the back of James' head, wishing you could burn a hole straight through it as he laughed with his friends, an obnoxious laugh at that. Quidditch was coming up, Slytherin vs Gryffindor, red and gold vs green and silver, always the most anticipated pair to be playing.

James laughed as Sirius tossed a piece of paper into his mouth, Remus watched them both and counted how many pieces James could catch. of course, James was trying too hard, he always tries too hard and tries even harder at quidditch which could sometimes be admirable and be the reason Gryffindor wins so much but they also had Sirius who gets competitive once he catches a glimpse of his brother and tries hard because his boyfriend is watching, then there Marlene who can be so sweet then the next day knock you off your broom so hard you break your wrist which may or may not have happened way too many times in 6th year but you’ve on, plus it wasn't any hard feelings from her it was just how she played and she apologized for it and Dorcas begged you not to be mad about it because she has the biggest crush on her.

But as much as the two houses fought and bickered, you two were the only teams to actually go toe to toe and get serious with it, there was a reason there happened to be more Slytherin vs Gryffindor matches. You knew Regulus took it seriously and so did you, being co-captain was not an easy job when at first the team relied on using magic if they were getting too behind, it was something you and Reggie hated, and when you two became captains that was the first to go. You wanted to win because you were good at quidditch not because your team cheated. You even talked to James about it, telling him that there will be no more magic used by your team and if you caught them doing it they would immediately kick them off the team and he said he would do the same, it was truly the only civil conversation you two had.

The team luckily had Dorcas, even though having a crush on the opposite team, she didn't let that get in the way of winning unlike if lily were in Slytherin and on the team James would go insane and probably just let her have the snitch.

Though recently you’ve been noticing that he wasn't as obsessed with lily as he was years prior, no more handing her lilies in the corniest way possible, it was more of a wave when she sat by Marlene then going back to whatever he was doing with Remus, Peter, and Sirius, not even giving her a glance or two which seemed to make lily happy. When you noticed this you were happy, so happy thinking that since he was leaving her alone he would leave you alone but no, that never happened if anything he put more effort into whatever it was between the both of you.

You moved your eyes to the paper in front of you, your head resting in your palm as you read the question. A piece of paper hits your forehead, you can already hear the giggling.

James turned to you as your eyes meet his, he smirked, the same fucking he gives when you’re on the quidditch pitch. Gripping your wand tightly as you waved it under the table and muttered under your breath.

James’ loose tie tightened, making him choke a bit, his hand coming to his tie to wank it down, and then you stopped the spell and put your wand back into your lap. Sirius couldn't help but giggle a bit before trying to help his friend.

“Potter, are you alright?” professor McGonagall asked, moving her glasses to the tip of her nose. James cleared his throat before telling her yes.

Sirius rubbed his face as James turned his head towards you with a mean look, you shrugged at him and he turned around, James crossed his arms and kicked Sirius’ shin.

“Did you see his face?” Regulus huffed, a small smile on his face. Regulus’ arms were crossed and he shook his head.

“It's what he deserves for taunting you all the time,” he added. You laughed softly and sat back in your chair, glancing over at his answer and marking the same one on your paper.

“He’d deserve it even if he didn’t do that” you whispered and crossed your arms. Quiz day in professor McGonagall's class was normally slow, she always allowed the whole class time to work on them while she did her own thing so once people finished they still had to be silent.

Before your eyes could finally get so heavy that you were gonna lay your head on your desk the bell chimed and the sound of people getting up was enough to take you out of it. You grabbed your bag and waited for Regulus.

Walking to the great hall as you two talked about your first few classes, the professors had been going easy since Friday was quidditch so not much has been happening.

Dorcas was waiting for you two and she smiled as she saw you walking toward her. Regulus sat in front of you and you sat next to Dorcas.

“Hello captain and co-captain,” she said in a sing-song voice, she always got excited before, and depending on how the game went was her attitude after.

You smiled at her, “so when we win whos throwing the party?” she asked, regulus shrugged his shoulders and looked to you.

“Probably Evan, he did it last time right?” you asked, furrowing your brows as you tried to remember the last Slytherin party and you were sure it was Evan that did put it all together. You knew Mulciber most likely helped him get alcohol but mainly it was all Evan.

The rest of the day went by as any other, James holding out his foot so you would in the hall which didn’t even work and he tripped someone else, James calling you a bitch when you pushed past him and knocking into his shoulder because he was walking too slow, fighting with him over the right potion ingredients and every interaction with him was even more intense because of what was coming up. You could barely stand him, he made you grind your teeth and debate on just walking out of potions and staying in the bathroom the whole time.

“James watch the fuck out it's hot” you whisper shouting at him as he tried to grab the vile that you were levitating with your wand. He pulled his hand away as you started to pour the liquid into the cauldron in front of you two. Even if you hated him you wouldn’t want to hurt him.

James seemed to be more careful after you snapped at him but his mouth never stopped, rolling his eyes when you would say something back.

You were out of the classroom before the bell even rang, getting out of there was on your mind the whole time and now it was happening. Last class of the day and you were tired, you were ready to go back to your dorm and take a nap before dinner then finish anything you need to do, do your nighttime routine and go back to sleep. You need as much rest as you could get since you had practice the next day then the actual game.

It was time, you all were about to go out and start playing after the pep talk you and Regulus were giving the team. You reminded them that you will win fair and no cheating before all of you got on your brooms and went into the air, listening to your peers cheer and clap while the game was announced and madam hooch was about to give the green light for the game to start.

Soon you would fight the motion sickness as everyone and you started moving, the quaffle was released and 15 seconds later the snitch. You moved through people, not looking at who they were just knowing they were wearing red. You were close to the rings and regulus had the quaffle, he called out to you and threw it your way while Gryffindors tried to catch it but thankfully you moved fast enough to catch it.

You almost got knocked off your broom but held the quaffle tight, making it back to a point where you could throw it and hopefully make it. It did and the ding made your nerves easy since right now Slytherin was in the lead.

You banged into other people trying to get the quaffle from them and you knew your shoulder was going to hurt so bad. James flew past you, a determined look on his face and you knew he had a good eye on the snitch.

Now Gryffindor was in the lead, Slytherin close behind. You could tell regulus was getting aggravated by how this one person kept bumping into him even if he wasn’t going toward the quaffle.

Marlene was next to you, you both pushing each other to try to get the upper hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your teammate’s broom shaking out of control and you stopped, Marlene was confused but took advantage of you stopping. You flew over to him as his broom started to spin and he was knocked off, hitting the ground harshly. You knew it was magic and when you looked over your shoulder and watch the smirk fade on Owen's face and a fake worried look came back. The crowd didn't even notice a member of your team was hurt, they were cheering and clapping because James had caught the snitch and won the game.

You flew down to your teammate and tried to get him up, soon madam hooch and madam Pomfrey came and collected him. You knew that using magic to mess with people's brooms can be really dangerous since everyone was moving all the time it could get out of hand like it did for him but this time it was intentional.

Everyone was talking as they left the stands and made their way back to Hogwarts. The two teams started to dismount the brooms and get everything together to go shower and then go back for dinner, they also had to wait for madam hooch to come back and talk to them.

“What the fuck was that?” Regulus whisper shouted.

You ignored him and walked over to the Gryffindors, you gave James your word and really meant it. The others noticed you and told James that you were walking to them.

He turned around with a smirk and your palm met his face. Hard. James’ face turned red as he was taken aback by what was happening, you grabbed the strings on his quidditch uniform.

“I gave you my word, no more fucking magic on the pitch and I kept that promise ever since I became captain, do you know how many people I kick off the team for even attempting to use it? If Ian can’t play because of him I’ll fucking kill you.” you spat, James nodded slightly as he stared at you.

You let go of him and walked away. They had recently put in two changing areas with showers so you all didn't need to walk to Hogwarts to just shower. You were ready to let the warm water soothe your muscles.

James stood there, thankful that the quidditch uniform was long and covered the tent in his pants, it was the only thing going through his head, and the stinging from his cheek sent pleasure down to his cock. It put him in his place, the place he yearned to be put in.

The guilt started to slip in because he saw Owen but was too into the game to call a timeout and tell him to knock it off.

Hours passed before you could check on Ian, thankfully he was okay and still could and wanted to stay on the team. You looked through the things people brought him, you had brought a book you thought he would like while he recovered. There were flowers but you couldn’t help but notice one, it was huge, a huge bouquet that was beautiful, you looked around for the tag, once you found it you read it.

Ian, I am so sorry a member of my team was reckless enough to use magic during our match, it was unprofessional after the agreement the captains have made plus the rules in general and that person has been removed from the team. Get better soon - James Potter.

You smiled and let go of the tag.

“Alright i gotta go, I'll come back later and check on you” you sighed. Ian smiled and sat up.

“I just hope I'm cleared before the party, ready to get out of here,” Ian said with a soft laugh. You nudged his shoulders and laughed.

“If you don't I’ll wheel you there in that damn bed” you joked before heading out of the infirmary.

Luckily Ian was cleared before the party and you debated on even going but you knew you needed to say thank you even if it should’ve been done without your threat. Your mind kept replaying how James looked at you and nodded his head so submissively.

You wanted to look nice even if you were gonna be there for a little bit.

Gryffindor tower was loud with music and screaming, you were surprised they didn’t cast a silencing charm. People were everywhere and you tried to make your way through to the drink table without bumping into anyone.

You poured yourself a shot before someone bumped into you, you thankfully didn't spill it and when you turned around it was James.

“Hi,” he said, his voice was soft and he looked at you.

There was a tension you couldn’t explain other than sexual.

“Hi” you coppied, your finger circled around the rim of the shot glass before taking it.

“You know i’m very proud of you, for doing that it was mature even if how i acted wasn’t very mature… but it seemed like putting you in your place was something you needed” you added, you semi joked at the end.

James’ eyes seemed to light up and he smiled shyly and nodded, “yeah, yeah definitely needed an attitude adjustment” he laughed softly.

The shot made you a lot more confident.

“I think you need more than that but i don’t know if you can handle it” you said, crossing your arms.

“I could” he stuttered out while he nodded. He softly chewed at the inside of his lip.

“Oh could you?” you said dragging the sentence out as you started to walk toward the closet you were eyeing. You looked over your shoulder at him, sending him a look.

You knew he would follow and once you heard the door squeak open it only confirmed your thoughts. The closet was small with brooms huddled in a corner and spiderwebs in others, luckily there was a chair in the corner. You watched him close the door discretely, looking out a bit to see if anyone saw him follow you. He was already flushed, cheeks red from you taunting him just minutes ago.

Looking at him and watching his eyes meet yours then fall to your chest, your thighs, and back up. You didn't say anything, just turning to the chair and pulling it to the middle of the small room.

“Sit your ass down potter” you demanded. James nodded and sat down, he moved his cheeks to push up his glasses. You ran your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you. He was so pretty, so unbelievably pretty.

“We’re gonna need a safe word, does red sound good?” you asked, your tone soft but face still bitchy. You were gonna go easy on the first time of course, you weren’t just lock his cock up in a chastity cage and the only way he could cum was through the cage with ruined orgasms.

“Mmhm,” he hummed with a nod. You straddled him, your dress riding up your thighs and James couldn't help his eyes traveling to watch. You could feel him growing hard under you. You leaned in, your lips grazing his teasingly making him whine softly and chase after your lips before you finally kissed him.

James’ hands rubbed up your thighs before you smacked them away.

“Don’t touch me, put your hands behind your back” you ordered, you started to grind on him and your dress lifted it up and rested right above the hem of your panties. Your hands moved over his chest, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt. James’ kisses got needy and more hungry.

“I love that you’re mean to me” James whined into the kiss. You smiled, hearing him admit it was heavenly after years of denying it.

“I know baby, I know” you muttered and taught his lip with your teeth. His cologne was intoxicating and it never faded one bit. Your hands were undoing his jeans, still grinding and making him whimper.

You moved back a little bit and pulled his cock out freely, one hand traveled up his abdomen, chest, and neck till it got to his face. You squeezed a little and broke the kiss, looking down at his cock and watching precum pearl at his slit. You smiled and swiped your finger on his slit then brought it to your mouth and tasted it.

Humming in delight as you snuck a glance at him, he was watching you intensely. You brought your hand back down and started to stroke him, you held his base and moved your head down a little, and let spit string down onto his tip then started stroking him again.

“Your cock is so pretty, James” you cooed, his chest was heaving and a part of you wanted to put your ear to his chest and listen to his heart beating. You tapped his cheek as you started to move faster, making his muscles tense and fight the urge to move his hands.

“Slap me please- please” James begged, his voice whiney and breathy. He kept watching the way you were jerking him off, watching how you were so gentle with him but at the same time so rough.

You let go of his face and then landed a slap on his cheek, it wasn't very hard but a good starter. His cock throbbed in your hand and he let out a soft groan.

“Harder please” James mewled, muttering more “pleases” under his breath, you could feel him under you trying to buck up.

You had no reason to deny his pleas. You slapped him harder, your hand staying on his cheek to soothe the sting, he let out a loud moan as you also focused on the head of his cock. You moved your thumb to his mouth and he opened up his mouth more, you pressed your thumb on his tongue.

“You’re being such a good slut for me, I think I'm gonna let you cum baby” you whispered and watched his eyes go wide as he processed that you were even thinking about not even letting him cum. He felt like he hadn’t came in months even though he had jerked off literally yesterday.

He nodded as he moved his tongue around your finger.

“Thank you” he mumbled around your thumb, you smiled at him then went back to watching his cock.

“Again please” he moaned, you took your thumb out of his mouth and James closed his eyes, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly then your palm made contact with his cheek. He groaned. The pain from the sting got him close, almost wanting to see what you would do if he moved his hands and touched you and rutted up into your hand.

Now it hit him, you were straddling him, your cunt so close to him and probably sopping wet. He wanted to touch you so bad, make you feel good, taste you, and make you cum. His mind flooded with images of him between your legs, lapping and sucking at your clit as you pulled on his hair and told him to keep going and that he was such a good boy for you and the only person to make you feel like this.

He wanted it so bad… he wanted to be punished by you, praised and degraded by you, humiliated by you, spanked by you, get taken care of by you and take care of you, rewarded by you, and all the above.

James knew you were the only one who knew what he wanted and just how to give it to him, just you and only you, not lily, not anyone else but you. You were what he wanted, and will always want even if feelings get complicated, even out of a sexual relationship and now he realized it, he knew there was a reason he lurked behind you when you walked to your common room drunk from a Hufflepuff party, or when he walks behind you on snowy days when everyone would walk to Hogsmeade to make sure you never slipped or fell from ice under the snow, or making sure him and his friends go to the three broomsticks the same time you were so he could watch you take the first sip of your butterbeer and sigh with a smile after, or when he would look over your shoulder discreetly to see what you were reading then looking for the same thing in the library or bookstore that moony always went to during Hogsmeade trips.

Wondering why he would even try to fight the attraction he felt for you and tried to taunt and fight with you because he was fighting the feeling of wanting to look at you and wonder how your skin felt or if you tapped your foot two times every time there was a quiz or an exam because you were nervous or because you felt that was your lucky thing to do.

James trembled, “m’close- so fucking close” he muttered as his brows furrowed and his teeth took in his bottom lip slightly.

“Cum for me, c’mon i wanna watch you cum” you whispered in his ear. You angled it to where when he came it would go all over his shirt.

With you whispering in his ear like that there was no hope for him at all, his mind went blank as he moaned and felt the warmth from his cum landing on his shirt and starting to soak through but he couldn’t care one bit.

“There we go, im so proud of my slut” you cooed, lips pressing to his cheek and he leaned into it. You moved one hand to the back of his head, you leaned off him, and let his head move and rest on your shoulder. You scratched his head soothingly as he recovered, of course, this wasn’t the end but you weren’t going to leave him there with no aftercare at all.

You praised him in his ear and you could feel him moving his head more into your neck. You let his cock start to go soft and didn't want to overstimulate him until later.

Soon he lifted his head up off your shoulder. You smiled at him and then started to button up his shirt as his head started to become more clear, you told him what you were doing as you fixed him up, putting him back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.

His hand can to your dress, pulling at it, “what about you?” he asked. His eyes were big as he looked at you. He already knew his cum was visible on his shirt and it made his cheeks heat up.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” you asked, tilting your head a bit with a smirk. Before he could say something you kissed him softly.

“You are gonna go back out there with your cum all over your shirt to show everyone how much of a slut you are, and i am going to go to my dorm and count how long it takes for you to get there, and however long it takes will be how long i sit on your face,” you said, making sure he understood every word you said. You could literally see the excitement on his face.

You got off his lap and fixed your dress then pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“You need me to stay in here for a bit more?” you asked, rubbing his shoulder. James shook his head no and the way he had to go out to the party with cum all over him, in front of his friends and everything made him embarrassed but so excited. The lights were down low anyways and mostly everyone was drunk so if someone did ask they’d most likely forget.

“I think im ready,” James said, you nodded, and with one last kiss to his temple you left out the door.

When James walked out he almost got bombarded by people, Sirius’ drunken best friend speech once he caught sight of his friend and then quidditch team members happily saying how glad they were they won the other day and him agreeing but trying to make his way through the crowd with Sirius basically on his hip still slurring his words loudly into James’ ear. Once Remus got Sirius, James told him he wasn't coming back to the dorm tonight.

Peter was now in James’ ear, right when he was about to make it to the painting and then getting dragged back into the crowd. All he could think about was getting to taste your sweet cunt, he knew he could get more time from begging if he got there quickly but now he doesn’t think he’ll need to since people just kept coming up to him.

Luckily after a few more people he got out of there, his cock was hard again and now straining in his pants. Making his way to your common room and when he got there, there was a note with the password and your dorm number. He was surprised no Slytherins were in the common room as much as they complain they hate Gryffindor they all sure do make sure to be at a party.

James debated on knocking then decided on just turning your door knob which was thankfully unlocked.

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myfictionaldreams · 3 months

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I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess.

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

#poly!marauders #the marauders #marauders smut #james potter x reader #james potter smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #the marauders x reader #harry potter smut #hp smut #mine*

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ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

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New Romantics

James Potter x slytherin fem!reader

Summary: When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort <3

Warning: swearing, mentions of being drugged/drunk, violence, mentions of blood, protective!James

When James sees you walk into the classroom with an unusually cheery smile, he can't look away.

"Sirius," he pauses and leans in closer to his friend, "does she look unwell to you?" James whispers, clearly concerned for you. Sirius lets his chin rest on his palms as he looks over at you nonchalantly.

You almost trip on your shoe-laces as you make your way to your desk and you laugh a little too loudly, but only James seems to notice that particular detail.

"Y/l/n? She seems quite happy to me," Sirius's smirk is heard in his voice but James doesn't look amused.

"No, something's wrong. She's usually quiet and she," he doesn't finish his sentence when he sees your friends in the corner of the classroom.

Some of them look as concerned as he is while most hide smiles and snickers behind their hands as they look at you. James's eyes bounce back to you and his frown deepens. Something is wrong. Instantly, he's on his feet.

"Prongs!?" Sirius sounds surprised but it's no use trying to stop him because James is already on his way to you.

Just as you raise your arm to run a hand in your – already annoyed – desk partner's hair, James quickly swoops in and catches your wrist. You pause and when you turn your head to look at him, your smile widens.

"Potter!" you slur.

James can be an idiot sometimes, but he does know you're not drunk. He's never seen you drink. You look dizzy and he comes to the conclusion you must be under the influence of some kind of spell. He looks you over and sees the nasty cut on your knee. Anger bubbles in his stomach as he remembers how your friends somehow found this all incredibly funny.

You tilt your head at him slightly and say, "You have pretty eyes, did you know that?" you smile a smile James usually loves and was never directed at him before, but by now the entire classroom has their eyes on you and, because he knows you would hate all this unnecessary attention, James helps you stand.

You let out a breathy giggle when his hands find your waist and hold you steady.

"What are you doing?" a shrill voice asks from behind him and James clenches his jaw. He turns around. It's one of your friends. She's also in Slytherin and as hard as he tries, James can't remember her name.

"Helping your friend," he says blankly, "She seems a little out of it, doesn't she?"

"She's fine," your friend rolls her and tucks her dark hair behind her ear. "Aren't you, Y/n?" she asks you with a faint smirk.

Your body sways and James's arms move from your waist and swoops around you to hold under your armpits. "I'm okay — y-yeah, I'm okay. I feel better than fine," You mutter, eyelids fluttering slightly as you giggle at his touch.

James isn't at all convinced you're okay.

Your friend's cruel smirk and the mystery of how you've bruised your knee leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

"She's bleeding," he states as calmly as he can.

"She's just clumsy."

"She's obviously been hexed or something," James narrows his eyes.

Your friend laughs at his accusatory tone. "What? And you think I did it?"

"Yeah, actually, I do."

At this point, it's obvious you aren't paying attention to their argument as you start to play with James's collar. His cheeks flush pink as your hair skims his chin and the smell of your shampoo fills the air.

"Well if you won't tell me what happened to her, then I'll find out myself," he says and his hand moves to hold yours. "Come on," he whispers sweetly and you let him lead you out of the classroom.

James is extremely careful with you. He makes sure you don't trip in the hallway, or run into any doors and walls, and more importantly he stays with you when the nurse comes to make sure you're okay.

He leans over the hospital bed as his hand hover over your knee as he asks, "What's happened to her?"

"Veritaserum," the nurse says as she presses her palm on your forehead.

"The truth serum?" James is confused. "Doesn't that make someone tell the truth? Why would it make her act so," he turns his head to look at you and conflicting emotions creates what feels like an empty pit in his stomach. You look so beautiful with your eyes blown wide as you glance around the room. "So ditzy?" he finishes in an endeared whisper.

"It isn't uncommon as everyone can have different reactions," The nurse explains as she gently inspects your knee, "I think whoever made this potion must not be particularly skilled."

James clenches his fist around his cloak and tries to remind himself that you probably wouldn't want him to beat up your so-called-friends.

"What's happening to me?" your voice comes out strained as you try and focus on their conversation as you catch on to their confused faces.

"Nothing, honey, you're fine. Your friend was worried and he,"

You interrupt her, "James Potter? Oh, he isn't my friend." You look up at James and his smile disappears. He's embarrassed as he searches your face for any indication that you're joking but clearly you aren't because you ask him. "Potter, do you even know my name?" You sound serious.

James hesitates to answer, "Of course I know your name, Y/n," he finally admits.

He doesn't expect your eyes to light up but they do and you turn to the nurse, "He does know my name," you whisper with a smile.

James's heart swells at how happy you seem and he smirks a little. Amused, the nurse lets you continue, "You'know," you lean in closer and mutter just loud enough for James to hear without you knowing, "I really like him."

Surprised, his heart jumps and the nurse panics as he quickly shuts you up. "Alright honey, let's clean up this nasty little wound and then wait for the potion to pass, ok?" you nod and focus on her as she waves her wand across your knee and the cut disappears.

Once she's done, the nurse turns to James and says, "I know you must be curious, Potter, but I think Y/l/n should be alone while she recovers," the nurse turns to you again and looks at you sympathetically.

"He can stay!" you insist, "I want him to stay."

James looks into your eyes and he wonders how he can even think of disappointing you.

But, when he looks at the nurse again his heart sinks. He can't stay, he knows he can't. It would be unfair. You deserve to keep your secrets — all those feelings you wouldn't share with him normally — hidden away in your pretty little head.

James knows he can't take those away from you so he nods, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and sends you a lopsided smile. "I'll see you around, mmh?"

He leaves before he can focus on the way you called his name because if he does, he knows he'd feel compelled to rush back in and stay by your side. On his way back to the classroom, he can't help but smile as he remembers your words. Only, his smile disappears the moment he hears your friends in the hallway.

James stops in front of them and they do the same. The girl from earlier crosses her arms. "What's your issue, Potter?" she snarls, "Where's Y/n?"

James refuses to answer her question. "You gave her the Veritaserum, didn't you?" he accuses and some of your friend's squirm guiltily. The dark-haired girl just smirks.

"So what if we did? She isn't dying, is she? It was funny," she turns to your other friends with a grin and they nod meekly. "You should have seen her stumbling around, she wasn't even fazed when she fell and scraped her knee on the cobblestones. It was hilarious," she continues.

James's face burns from the points of his ears to his cheeks. "Hilarious?!" he repeats, his voice stern, "What kind of friends find it funny when their friend hurts themselves? She didn't know about the Veritaserum, did she?"

The girl shakes her head but one of your other friends interrupts. He's a tall, lanky Slytherin with icy blue eyes and vibrant auburn hair.

"Of course she didn't know, Potter. It wouldn't be as fun if she did. I would think you would understand," he admits with a grin.

James's hands shake as he stares at your friend rambling. The boy only chuckles and turns to his friends, amused, as he taunts, "Slipped the potion in her drink myself this morning."

He doesn't finish his sentence as James punches him. He stumbles back into the girls, cupping his hands around his nose, as they shriek in surprise. James shakes his hand out a little and narrows his eyes. "You don't spike someone's drink, asshole. And don't fucking insinuate I would ever do something like that to anyone!"

"What the fuck? Why do you even care?" The boy hisses as one girl holds his shoulder and tends to him. "You're crazy."

And sure, maybe James was crazy but he won't tolerate someone hurting you.

Ever.

* * *

"James, just give the poor girl some space," Remus sighs as he tries to concentrate on his essay. "She's gone through enough these last few days. Haven't you heard the rumors going around? They're brutal."

James resists the scream that bubbles in his throat. "I know. I know. I just want to be there for her," he whines and Sirius wraps his arm around his shoulder.

"You'll just make things worse," Sirius says, "Last rumor I heard is that she faked it all for your attention."

James clenches his jaw. "How would I make this worse? It's all so fucking cruel, Pads. She's all alone," his heart has been slowly breaking whenever he thinks of you sobbing in your dorm or sitting alone during your classes and meals.

He shuts his eyes a moment and then sits up abruptly and says, "I know what to do."

Remus looks up and with a worried expression, his eyes widen. "Prongs," he starts but James is already standing. "Sirius! Don't let him leave!" Remus insists but it's too late because their friend is already out the Common Room door.

When James enters the Great Hall, he pauses and searches for you. He sees you sitting alone and he becomes so angry he can't think normally.

He storms up to the Slytherin table and jumps on top of it. Some cutlery and food falls to the floor and students turn their heads. James just clears his throat, making a show as he stumbles on his feet.

If everyone wants to gossip about something, they can gossip about this.

With a grin, he spreads his arms and shouts, "Can I have everyone's attention?" The Great Hall turns silent and James struts down the table until he's much closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you hold your breath.

Remus and Sirius run into the Great Hall, calling James's name but it's too late because James is now standing in front of you as he holds out his hand. "Y/n, will you go out with me?" He asks, his voice loud and calm.

Whispers break out as your heart thumps in your chest. You look into James's eyes, searching them and when you reluctantly take his hand he nods a little and pulls you up onto the table with him.

Quickly, he pulls you closer and then whispers in your ear, "Say no. Trust me."

Your frown deepens but the words leave you without thinking, "No?"

James smirks and just subtle enough for no one to see, he kisses your cheek and pulls you away from him. Dramatically, he stumbles backwards and covers his heart. "Ow, you're killing me here, love. What will I do without you?"

If you didn't know he had just asked you to reject him, you would think he sounds genuinely hurt. As he stumbles, he trips on someone's glass and with a loud crash, he falls to the ground.

Students gasp loudly and so do you as you cover your mouth with your hands and rush to the edge of the table and peer down at him. When you see him sitting on the ground he suddenly blows a kiss up to you, a small paper bird flutters up to you and then turns into rose petals.

Your eyes widen and you can't help but laugh when James continues to make a scene and the petals fall in your hair. "You're breaking my heart, darling. Criminal," James whispers and winks dramatically.

"James Potter, detention. Now," McGonagall's voice booms and when James sees you hide a smile behind your hand, he smiles too.

A while later, as James sweeps up McGonagall's classroom floor, all he can think of is your happy smile.

"James?" Your voice interrupts his memory and he jumps a little, turning towards the door. You stand in the doorway, a flustered look on your face as you hesitate to come inside. James drops the broom and rushes over to you.

His knuckles hover over your cheek as he says, "Y/n, are you okay?"

Your eyes widen and you touch his hand. Gently, you pull it down to his side again as you whisper and ask, "What was that all about?"

James searches your face for anger. "I wanted to take the embarrassment off of you. You don't deserve anything that's been happening to you, love. None of it is your fault."

You look at him more seriously. "Yeah, it's been a little hard but I can handle the teasing. You shouldn't have done that," you say and James's heart clenches in his chest.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Y/n. I just wanted,"

You interrupt him, "No. I mean you shouldn't have asked me to say no," you pause and look up at him, "unless, you don't actually want to go out with me. But, I know you know how I feel about you and I,"

Your sentence dies and you don't know what else to say.

James's expression softens. You look up at him, almost pleading with him, "Please don't make me repeat what I said in the Hospital Wing. It's so embarrassing, and I know you heard me. I wasn't exactly quiet."

James smirks. "When you said you like me?" he holds up his finger and pretends to ponder, "No I'm sorry, you really like me," his smile widens as he looks at you. You feel warmth in your cheeks and look away.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, I really like you too."

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. James uses his thumb to lift your chin. You realize how close your body is to his and your breath hitches in your throat. James's hand moves to your cheek, caressing it softly as you whisper, "You do?"

James lets out a breathy chuckle. "Of course I do. You're beautiful, kind, incredibly smart it's annoying," his eyes are full of admiration, "What's there not to like, darlin'?"

You frown, glancing quickly at the emblem stitched onto my robes and then you look at him again. "But, I'm a Slytherin. I didn't even think you ever knew who I was until last week. We've never really talked."

James's smile falters and his thumb moves behind your ear as he holds your cheek. "That's my fault. I should have said something sooner but with my reputation and all," he looks away, his face twisted in shame, "I didn't want to scare you away."

You see the sincerity in his eyes but ask wearily, "So it doesn't bother you?"

"That you're in Slytherin?" James smiles a little. "No, it doesn't, love. I don't care. I've seen how you are and I think you're absolutely lovely," he catches himself, "I mean, I'm not saying Slytherin's aren't lovely,"

You shut him up with a kiss. It's confident and startling but James doesn't complain. He simply pulls you in closer and lets his mouth explore yours with a passion he didn't know he had. He didn't know how starved he was of your taste until now.

Fuck, he's fucked.

You pull away, lips wet and stare at him. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Sorry?" James frowns and leans in to kiss you again, "Don't you dare be sorry. Just kiss me," his words leave you a mush in his arms and you're happy for his hand around your back because otherwise you would fall over.

When he finally disconnects your lips, he leans his forehead on yours and whispers what he'd been thinking, "You'll kill me, love."

You smile and hold his arm. "Thanks for saving me by the way, when I was under the potion," you say.

James leans away and studies your soft expression with a small smile. "I'd be an asshole not to help you. I didn't want to see you get hurt."

"Still, if you hadn't seen that something was wrong I don't know what would have happened."

"Nothing would have happened because I was there," James insists and kisses your forehead, "I'll always be there." He adds in a whisper into your hair.

It's only for him to hear. He doesn't want to just tell you he's there for you, instead he wants to show you. Everyday.

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sleyu · 8 months

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in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them

i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.

the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.

it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.

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fantastiqueali · 2 years

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I feel like I should make it up to you for not posting for such a long time.

James Potter

“I think we should take a shower again…”

“Spread wide for daddy, yeah?”

“Wake up my beloved, step-sister.”

“On Sirius’ couch!?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like that kind of milk?”

“Mommy, stop teasing please.”

“Mum's out. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Do it. Push it all out, m’love.”

“How pretty is that cunt? So pretty that I want to eat it.”

“That’s it. Be a good girl for your daddy.”

Sirius Black

“Who in the fuck told you that you get to whore around my brother?”

“Try it on for me?”

“Pass the test and you’ll get a reward.”

“Tie me up, please.” 2

“Yeah? Know what I’m gonna do to you? I’m going to tear these apart along with you.”

“Do it again, I swear this is not the only thing you’ll be getting.”

“Just the tip, I promise.”

“If you wanna be a whore, might as well show the whole world.”

“Think my little pup deserves a reward.”

“Daddy’s gotta do it. You don’t want him to get sick hmm?”

Remus Lupin

“Squirt on daddy's cock.”

“Breakfast is ready love!”

“Professor, can you teach me how to play the piano?”

“Bounce on m’cock like the good whore you are.”

“Remmy wake up, you’re going to be late for work.”

“Step-daddy, what are you doing?”

“Got dolled up for me, bunny?”

“You don’t wanna shut up? Fine, I’ll shut that slutty mouth of yours myself.”

“I don’t fucking care if we’re in a car.”

“Professor, why are my grades so low? I finished everything, haven't I?”

Peter Pettigrew

“Shush, mum’s going to hear you.”

“Cat’s got the tongue all right.”

“I love the golden hour. Do you?”

“Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“Good morning, love.”

“There’s no one here, Y/N.”

“I fucking love you.”

“Pete, stop teasing me!”

“Why don’t I show how beautiful you are?”

“Don’t worry dad. Little sis will be taken care of.”

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cosmal · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY TEN — COMFORT SEX WITH JAMES POTTER

*:･ﾟ summary — james makes love to you when you've missed him all day.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, piv, oral fem!receiving, unprotected sex

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You can’t find it in you to get up and greet James when he gets home. You dip your head back over the arm of your sofa as he walks up your entranceway. Watching quietly as he toes his shoes off and loosens his tie, hanging his coat on your coat rack. The last few remnants of the cold outdoor air flow through as he walks up the hall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he calls, walking through to your open kitchen. You listen to him fill up a glass of water before you remember to respond, head still tipped back.

“Hello,” you hum, your voice is a little too quiet for your liking. A murmur that doesn’t quite carry. You let your eyes flutter closed when you hear him pad towards you on socked feet.

You feel his thigh press into the top of your head, his hand coming down to stroke circles over your cheek, “You’ll get a headache like that, darlin’”

Your face screws up at the familiar nickname. Warmth seeps your bones and begs to raise to the surface of your skin. You think James can feel it when he presses his thumb into your cheek.

“You feeling, okay?” He questions, voice lovely and sweet. You have to open your eyes to clock his expression. Worried, like you’d expected.

“Yeah,” You nod your head against his hand and try to keep your eyes open. You’re not tired, you just missed him sorely all day.

You also don’t want to show how much you truly miss him. Because your day was absolutely horrendous and you wished you had James with you for the entirety of it. But, you know he’s tired and probably just as wound up as you, maybe even worse. He’d told you so on the phone at lunch, so you decide not to bother him.

His eyebrow raises in question, “You sure?”

You smile in what is your most reassuring way, “Yeah. Promise.”

You don’t think he believes you when he frowns. He pats your cheek gently, “C’mon, sit up bub. You'll start to feel sick.” You already feel sick with the number of nicknames he’s loving you with.

“You’ll come sit with me?” You ask. James reads your expression for what it is. Hopeful and wanting.

He smiles warmly, “F’course. Jus’ let me get changed.”

“M’kay.”

James goes and gets changed in his most comfortable clothes and he knows something is definitely wrong when you turn down his offer to wear one of his jumpers. Still, he sits down with you on the sofa and warms empathetically when you climb over to sit with him almost immediately. He doesn’t know why he didn’t sit with you to begin with. He thinks it's because he knew you’d pounce on him anyway.

The movie you’re watching in the background becomes a murmur to him while he watches over you contently. Watches over your face, trying to figure you out. He knows you won’t answer him if he does ask again and he doesn’t want to pry just yet. But when he watches your face screw up, biting down on your bottom lip, he has to ask.

“Sweetheart, what’s up? Please.” He shifts to turn his shoulder where you're laying on his chest so he can see you better. Though in his convenient position, you don’t look up at him.

Shaking your head you say, “S’nothing.”

He tugs at your lip with the pad of his thumb, “You’re gonna make yourself bleed.” He tuts. Sighing when you let go.

He watches where your throat bobs when you swallow, opening your mouth to speak, “I just had a really shit day.”

James' arms come around your body in a sort of protective manner, like he’s there to stop anything else bad from happening. Whatever it is. His hand rubs up and down the length of your arm, “Sweetheart,” he coos. “I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head and your hair ruffles across his chest, “There’s nothing to talk about really. Just felt kinda…”

James waits patiently for you to find the words. He’d never be impatient with you anyways. He squeezes your shoulder and it helps you dearly, “Just felt off. Missed you, James. S’all.” You’re a little horrified that you find the words let alone push them past your lips, “Was just a really long, tiring week.”

You sink down further into his hold and his arms become firm around your body, “I wish you'd tell me these things earlier, Y/N.’’ He doesn’t say it to scold you or anything, but, “So I could do something about it, y’know?”

Finally, finally you look up at him. Eyes glassy, lips wet. “What would you do, Jamie?”

James smiles warmly at the nickname. He thinks you're adorable, “Anything. I’d do anything for you, babe.”

His loving words make you want to implode. You squirm in his grip, his thigh between your legs creates pressure up against your centre and you squeeze them around his leg. “Anything?”

Your wanting expression changes to one of needing when he catches your damp gaze. He leans down to press his lips to your forehead, murmuring into your skin, “What do you have in mind?”

He can feel you press down into him. Almost a wriggling mess. He suspects it’d be worse if he didn’t have his arms wrapped around you.

You bite your lip again and he watches you with wary eyes. Feels where you rock against his thigh, “D’you wanna…” Words. Once again lost on you, like always.

James, ever the empathetic man he is, catches your frustration. Cups your jaw with his hand to tilt your head upwards, “Do you want me to take care of you, angel?”

Angel. Your final straw. When you open your mouth to speak again, your voice is but a squeak, “Please, James. Please.”

James coos, “Okay, baby. C’mon.”

The walk to your bedroom is too slow for your liking. You tug gently on his sleeve until he guides you right to your bed. You let him, probably too willingly, lay you back into the plush of your quilt until you’re settled atop your pillows. He climbs over you, positioned between your spread thighs that are begging to be kissed.

His lips are wet and warm as he kisses a trail up your thigh. Over hairs and stretch marks until he reaches your sleep shorts. He looks up at you for permission and you nod vehemently. Cutely, he thinks.

Curling a finger through your waistband, he tugs them down your legs, you raise them to help him ease your shorts down your ankles, leaving you in just your underwear.

Crawling back on strong limbs he sits on his haunches, firm thighs spread to push your legs around him. He reaches out his thumb and coos at the damp spot spreading over your panties.

“You did miss me, hmm baby?” He pushes over material into your hole, grinning at the feeling of you pulsing around him. The squelch noise he produces when he prods harder has you embarrassed, but James’ smile only grows, “We better make you all better, yeah?”

“Please, James.” You reach down to grasp his thigh but find yourself out of reach. “I need you.”

Big palms come to settle over your thighs, “S’okay, baby. Don’t work yourself up.” He hooks a finger under your underwear now, sliding back and forth, “Jus’ let me take care of you.” He pulls your legs over his lap and works your damp underwear off, tossing them to the floor with your shorts.

Settling your legs back down, he slides down onto his belly until his face is situated above your weeping centre. He pats your legs, “C’mon, baby. Throw 'em over my shoulders.”

“Kay.” You murmur, breathless, trembling with anticipation. You always think this is the best part of sex with James. The moments before. The slow eagerness.

You move your legs over his shoulders, sliding them down his back, heels pressed into his spine. He wraps his arms underneath them and squeezes the dough of your thighs.

James blows along your cunt and hums proudly when you jump. “Haven’t even touched you yet, pretty girl. Already squirming f’me.”

James' hands are too firm and it stops you from squeezing around his neck, “James,” you whine.

He blows some more before kissing you right above your twitching clit, “This what you want?” More kisses, wet and chaste, moving slowly downwards, “Hmm?’

“Jamie, please. Stop teasing.” Your voice is all high-pitched and James melts.

“Okay,” he breathes.

James leans forwards to catch your bead in his lips, swirling his tongue under its hood. Your back arches up, tiny gasps leaving your wet lips. In a loving, swift motion he dips down to your hole where slick is dribbling out to catch it with his tongue and drag it back up to your clit.

Your hands find purchase in his locks, tugging gently, curls between your trembling fingers. Your breath hitches and he laughs, which causes more jumping. The vibration an overwhelming sensation.

Searching, like he’s a hungry man, he groans into your hot cunt. A muffled, deep noise. When he dips back down his nose nudges the swell of your clit in the best way and now you’re moaning. You look down at him where his head is bobbing against you and you squeeze at his hair.

His tongue darts out quickly and your fingers twitch where you brush the hair away from his busy face, “James, fuck,” you pant. He hums reassuringly, spurring you on.

He suckles your clit, then laps at your hole and it's amazing. Licking you clean almost, he’s attentive in his ministrations, knowing the best places to touch you, at the best times. Your back arches when he hits the right spot and his grip around your hips is almost bruising.

He nibbles then sucks the bullied skin and you rock into his face. James laughs again, pride swelling in his chest. Determined, he wriggles his face against you and you keen,

“James!’ You pull away, panting. He frowns.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, worried.

You sit up on your elbows and James watches your glassy eyes, “I was gonna…”

“Yeah, baby. That’s the whole point!” he chuckles, rolling his eyes. He leans down to kiss you again and you squirm.

“No, James. I wanna,” you pant, chest heaving. Your hands fist at your sheets, “Wanna cum with you inside me, please, baby. Please,”

He crawls back up on his limbs, trapping you between his arms as he catches your mouth with his. The taste of you is strong and you can't help but whine into him, arching your back until you’re chest to chest.

“Like I’d ever say no to you,” he chuckles, moving down to tug at his pyjamas. He pulls them off and you watch with a heady gaze as he tugs at his aching cock. While he was gentle with you, the way he fists himself is not. Eager and familiar with himself.

He keeps his gaze locked with yours while he lines himself up at your entrance. Gathering slick with his tip and smearing it up through your folds. Jolting at every nudge and prod. He feels similarly worked up. Especially when he watches your hole clench around nothing.

When you nod gently, he pushes in the first few inches, stopping when you cry out. The first bits are always overwhelming and with how needy you are at this moment, it has you dizzied. When you wriggle your hips, he pushes in further, arms flexing beside your head.

“James,” His name on your lips is spoken like gospel and James has to compose himself, lest he makes a mess of you right then and there.

Your pants and breathless moans only worsen in the best way when he rocks in to the hilt, “That’s it, baby. Taking me so well.” He coos right next to your head. You nod with a gentle hum, arms coming to grasp his biceps.

He pulls back out halfway and feels you clamp around what’s left inside you, pushing back in until you're squeezing around his arms and pointing your head towards the ceiling. He finds the perfect rhythm, moulding you around him, hitting that sweet spot that only produces the sweetest sounds from you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and he hears murmurs of pleas spill over your lips. Wrapping your arms around his back, you pull him flush against you. Chest to chest again. You hold him firmly while his hips do all the work, you, a wet mess underneath.

He rolls in and your head nuzzles in next to his, right in the junction of his shoulder. Your breath hot against his skin. You grasp at anything, his shoulders, his back, the soft hair at the back of his head that’s tugged enough to pull moans from his lips.

He can feel you try and swivel your hips against his, slow, lazy circles, “S’okay, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he reassures. Voice loving and sickly sweet.

You kiss along his clavicle, sloppy and wet lines of your love, right up to below his ear as his skin slides against your mouth through his thrusts.

He snakes a hand down between your bodies and prods at your slick-wet clit, hand struggling to find purchase. He massages quick circles into the skin and you cry out, squeezing his back.

“James, please,” you plead. Your voice is all high-pitched up and he looks down at you. “James, I need to- I have to cum.”

“S’okay, baby. Let go f’me.” He presses his forehead to yours, sticky with perspiration,

“James. James, please.” Your eyes dampen with misty tears when you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. You don’t know what you’re begging for but it feels right. “James.” His name is a mantra.

He kisses away the beginning of your tears where your eyelashes kiss, “It’s okay,” he coos.

Your back arches and you press up against him and you think there’s no more room between the both of you. Your vision whitens and your ears muffle as your orgasm washes over you. Clamping down against James’ loving cock, he rides you through it as you tense below him. A whimpering, babbling mess.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, stroking the hair away from your face, “Good girl,”

James is only a few quick strokes behind you, pulling out of your twitching cunt to tug at his cock, spurting all over his hand and your stomach.

His weight collapses down next to you, falling on his back, head facing you. He watches where you shiver, both panting away. His hand comes up to stroke your arm and you turn your head to look at him, blinking away the daze as more tears stroke your temples.

“Feeling okay?” he rasps, voice spent. Just like his body.

You don’t answer, just shuffle over to lay down on him. He opens his arms willingly, letting you settle over his chest with your head on his shoulder. “Amazing,” you murmur, voice just as quiet.

The winter sun is beginning to set and it only builds the feeling in your chest. Though it’s better than before. Sex with James is always different, but when it’s like this, it fills the yearning chasm in your chest. You think it’s kind of strange, you never saw sex to be anything like that until you met James. He’s loving and caring and all things sex should be sometimes.

There’s a long beat of silence, besides the breathing that’s evening out and the crickets starting to chirp outside, before you say, “Thank you, James.”

His laugh rumbles through your arm over his chest, “What for?”

“For knowing how to make me feel better.”

He smiles, “Sex with me always makes you feel better, baby. I’m that good.”

You pinch his side and he stifles a yelp, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You know what I mean,” you say.

“I do,” he pecks your forehead, “And it’s okay. I love you.”

Your eyes flutter closed, “I love you, too.”

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soapyblubbles · 8 months

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⋆｡˙ runaway pets ˙｡⋆

pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders

warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.

a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3

“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong.

As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.

You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?

The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.

Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.

With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.

“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.

Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.

“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.

But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.

“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.

Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”

You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.

He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.

He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”

“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.

“S’annoying.”

You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.

James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.

Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?”

You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.

“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.

“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.

“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.

At this point it’s all you can focus on.

“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.

You lick your lips. “Sir-”

Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.

Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.

James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.

Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”

Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you.

You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.

“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.

It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.

Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”

He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.

Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping.

Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.

“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.

“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses.

Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.

Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you.

The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.

“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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🌻 “forfeit, loser, competition” / remus lupin / nsfw

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

♡ CW: Professor!Remus x Student!Reader relationship, SMUT 18+, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, (kind of) dirty talk. Reader is of age and consents to this relationship! Not proofread! | Word count: 2.9k | Minors DNI! ♡ a/n: 200 flowers request! Thank you <3. Ugh, have I mention how much I love this man?

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“Quills up, everyone.” Professor Lupin’s voice echoed in the spacious classroom, earning himself a small groan from the group of seventh-years. “Don’t worry, now your exams are my problem.”

Standing up, picking your bag and following your friends you felt a light tap on your shoulder, turning around you lifted your eyes looking at Professor Lupin. “Yes? Professor.” You asked with a gentle smile.

“You dropped this, darling.” Hiding your amusing smile at the pet name, you remained professional when he handed you the golden quill you particularly used for this test. “A very nice quill this is.”

“Thank you, Professor.” The title rolled down your lips in a bewitching manner, making him smile. “It’s my lucky quill, I use it on every test.” Tucking it in the safety of your bag, you felt amused at how dangerously close you were to being caught.

“Well, I’m sure you will ace this test.” He smiled at you, the signature smile that made every student melt in their spot, you included.

“I learned from the best.” You giggled softly and followed your friends to the next class.

“What the hell was that?” One of your friends inquired, nudging you with her shoulder.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Playing innocently was one of your favourite activities, it only added more character to your overall smart girl look, always the one with the highest grades and a rising star.

Truth be told, even if you were quite smart, even smarter than the average, you had a little tiny secret, one that could ruin your entire reputation and perhaps get you expelled from Hogwarts: A golden quill capable of writing all the right answers, words and mark the right dots on any test, essay or parchment. It was absolutely prohibited, and even with something so powerful in your lovely hands, you used it less than two times in a full school period.

Honourably granted by the one and only Weasley twins, who happen to owe you a big one after you lied for them, saving them from being expelled from school, a long story, a very funny too. At first glance, it looked like a simple golden quill, perhaps a little smaller than average sure, but stereotypical girls liked smaller things because they were so cute! Fred and George took an insanely amount of time and effort into conjuring new spells, jinxes and maybe even a curse, if anyone tried to reveal its secrets, the quill will automatically explode and the ink would be so dense and heavy, it was hopeless to even try and wash it, not even with the strongest whitening spell. They encouraged you to try it in your fifth year when you complained for a week straight about how you were definitely going to fail Snape’s test.

“M’lady… for your grades you shall not cry anymore!” Fred spoke exaggeratedly, you scoffed annoyed while the twins sandwiched you between their arms.

“We have an invention that will shake you from your head to your wand’s core!” George joined his brother, the registered Weasley smile plastered on their freckled faces.

“Just tell me what the new toy is, I have to study for potions.” Rolling your eyes, you giggled at their antics, having a soft spot for their sense of humour.

“Toy?” They exclaimed in unison, offended.

“Whatever.” With another eye roll, they laughed and continued with their presentation, as teasing as these two could be.

“We present to you: The Snap n’ gold!” And right there, in the desk of the empty classroom they dragged you into, a golden quill appeared, smaller than yours, with a hint of platinum sparkles in the golden patterns. “Go on, try it.” Next to the quill, a white parchment appeared as well. “What’s 2316 x 6019?” They continued speaking as one, hinting you how long they planned this.

“How the hell am I supposed to know that?”

“Let the Snap n’ gold work its wonders, my dear.” Fred’s smile widened.

“And only the right answers shall appear.” George closed the rhyme with his best impression of a Victorian pose.

Since when this was an arithmancy pop quiz?

Either way, you watched amazed at how the quill moved your hand in such a natural way it seemed you were the one writing. “It says 13,940, 004”

“Correct!” The twins exclaimed, cheering you and of course, themselves.

That's how you crushed your potions test, and even Professor Snape was a bit surprised by your sudden improvement. He wasn’t easy to fool, but you did, and it felt so good. With great power, comes great responsibility, so you promised yourself and your intelligence, to only use the infamous Snap n’ gold in cases of emergency, an emergency being a test you knew you had no chance of even reaching a Poor grade. So, while you tempted your golden luck by accidentally leaving the quill on your desk after a test done by none other than Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; You were so confident by always getting away with it, that this time, you even let yourself tease the possibility of being caught, enjoying the danger.

A few days later, relaxing at the castle grounds, being one of the many carefree students who didn’t have to worry about your grade, a sudden tap on your shoulder made you jolt on the stone bench. Turning around, your eyes met a set of amber eyes that belonged to the only man capable to decipher the lies within your worst subjects.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your weekend.” Professor Lupin could interrupt you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even be bothered, but this time, the look in his eyes could only mean one thing. “But I’m afraid we need to discuss something in my office.”

You were in deep, deep trouble.

The walk to his classroom and therefore to his private office was the longest and most torturous walk you had ever experienced in your seven years of school. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, hands sweaty, feeling about to throw up the elves' spaghetti you victoriously devoured that afternoon. Taking a seat in front of his desk, you gulped when you saw a familiar parchment on top of his desk, your test.

“I’ll be straightforward, I don’t want to take more of your time than necessary.” Professor Remus cleared his throat and handed you his kindest smile, which didn’t soothe your nerves at all. “Your test was the highest of your group, perhaps from your whole generation, darling.”

Oh.

“Professor McGonagall is pleased, as you can imagine, she cherishes you quite fondly. She asked me to offer you to compete in a national DADA debate club, of course, with your learning you would be a great factor in the team, you seem to have a vast knowledge of dark creatures.” He did in fact notice how washed out your expression was as if he was speaking another language. “So, what do you say? Feel free to take your time.”

“I—” The words were struggling, a lot. “I—I’m honoured, Professor. Is j—just that… um.I”

Come on, come on! Think about something, quick!. You screamed at yourself, desperate.

“I’m not very good at competitions, S—Sir. I would really like to participate, but if I’m being honest, I’m not that skilled in the subject and—.”

“That’s nonsense! Darling.” Lupin tapped your test, still smiling. “You wrote things I am yet to teach you! To me, that means you’re gifted.”

The debate inside your head was between good and bad, you could A): Tell him the truth, beg for forgiveness, accept 100 detentions with Hagrid at the Forbidden forest just to not be expelled, or B): Keep the act, play it cool, accept his offer and fail at trying to help on a topic you had no clue of.

“Is everything alright?” Professor Lupin looked at you, rather worried. “If you need to take your space and time to think about it, is fine. As long as you are truthful and honest with your decision.”

He knew. The bastard knew. And he was playing with you.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, completely and utterly caged, cornered, trapped.

“What was that?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow, expectant.

“Icheatedonthetest” You muttered as quickly as you could, grinding your teeth in embarrassment.

“Pardon?”

“I. Cheated. On. The. Test.” Lowering your gaze, you sighed, feeling ashamed of yourself.

“See, that wasn’t that hard.” Lupin laughed. Something that replaced your embarrassment with confusion. “You were very smart, almost fooled me. But the second you mentioned how you used it on every test, well, let’s say it caught my attention. I noticed it was slightly smaller than average, and the second I touched it, I knew.” How couldn’t he? The man who, unbeknownst to you, made a similar spell just for a map that could trace every single soul in the castle and its surroundings.

“I’m sorry, if you’re going to accuse me with Professor McGonagall then I deserve it.” The tears appeared fast, making him frown.

“I’m not going to, darling.” From his desk, he handed you some tissues. “I know is against the rules, but it is such a clever and unique spell, you should be recognized for the effort and dedication, even if it was for the wrong reasons.” Biting your lips, you swore not to throw Fred and George under the bus, they already had a list so long that it could fill the entire great hall, and you didn’t want to contribute to that list. “At least not me, personally. You’re going to McGonagall's office, explain to her you cheated on the test, she would instantly disqualify you from the list and, you will be forfeited and banned from every other competition there is in what’s left of your school year, you will not mention the quill, of course, just say something banal, perhaps some notes you stuck on your desk, a common muggle thing. I’m sure she will give detention, and perhaps a few house points will be deducted, but—”

“Is either that or being expelled.” You finished his sentence, earning a nod on his part.

“Clever girl.” He smiled, again, this time it felt genuine.

Why did he have to look so handsome when he smiled?

It was now or never. It was a foul move, for sure. But perhaps it was your only choice.

“Professor.” You gained all of the courage you had, battering your eyelashes at him. “Is there another way I could make my punishment less… severe?”

As if you weren't dying to try it.

His smirk completely changed into a quizzical look, weighing your words, your voice, and your actions. “What are you suggesting, dear, is there something in your mind?”

Standing up, ignoring the way your legs trembled in nervousness (and anticipation), you stood next to him, shivering at how he turned his chair to face you, manspreading and looking directly into your eyes, an unspoken question lingering in the thick air. Under his penetrative gaze, you kneeled in front of him, resting the palm of your hands on his knees. “Are you sure of this?” He asks, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” The confident look in your eyes made him smile once again, but that particular smile— had you throbbing.

“Go on, then.”

Your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the buttons and zipper of his trousers, Professor Lupin helped you by lifting his hips from the chair so you could slip them off to his thighs, and you felt excited at the growing bulge in between his legs. You would be lying if you didn’t dream about this often, often than intended. But having the real thing right in front of you, was something else.

And it sure was something else. He was bigger than you could even imagine, slightly curved and your eyes travelled along the veins of his now hard cock, he enjoyed you staring, even feeling a bit flattered by it. “I thought you wanted to make your punishment less severe, darling.” The pet name rolled down his lips in a way that only fueled your lust. You wanted him and you wanted him now. Tracing that large vein with your tongue, your stomach flipped at the groan that escaped his lips. Wasting no time, you eased him into your mouth, slowly at first, trying and succeeding at making him feel good, taking your sweet time to adjust at his length and girth, and Remus as the gentleman he was, waited until you were sliding inch after inch inside your pretty mouth.

His hand was pressed over your head, encouraging you to keep going, to take him deeper, but never pushing you all the way in. He fought against the moans that threatened the silence of his office, the door was unlocked but that made the whole thing even better. His hips rolled upwards, eager to feel more of your warm tongue all around him. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your own arousal pooling between your legs, wondering if it would feel as good as he did on your mouth. You were almost this close to deepthroating him, taking it as a personal challenge, when he pushed you away gently by cupping your face.

“Get on the desk, and spread your legs.” His voice allowed no disobedience, and Godric did it made you a little bit wetter. Following his command in an instant, you thanked the Gods for wearing a skirt that day, it was your favourite one, not long enough to be a prude but not short enough to break any uniform dressing code, and when his large hands slid the fabric, exposing your drowned underwear, you were so happy to be wearing a skirt. “Hmm.” He approved your squirming form, pressing his finger against your clothed mound, making you jolt. “Perhaps we can negotiate your punishment after all.”

Once your damped underwear was hanging loosely over your ankle, Professor Lupin traced a finger across your fold, gathering the slick and spreading it across your cunt, quickly finding your clit and circling it softly, steady, knowing exactly how to make you gasp and twitch. His fingers compared to yours were like comparing… fuck, you couldn’t think about a proper comparison, being too spellbound by the stretching feeling of two fingers scissoring your tight cunt, preparing you for him.

“Can’t believe my golden student cheated on a test.” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, another curl, another moan. “I thought you were so smart, sweetheart, perhaps you’re nothing more than a loser.” Oh, the words, did they make you clench around his fingers. “Hmmm, that’s it, good girl. I’m sure you had this all planned, waiting for the perfect moment to offer me that slutty mouth of yours.”

“P—Please, Professor.” You gasped when a third finger intimidated your entrance, it burned so deliciously.

“Tell me, bunny.” He cooed, making your head feel dizzy, clouded in pleasure. “What do you want?” Not removing his fingers, he pumped himself a few times, ready to line up with your leaking entrance.

“You, inside m—me, please.” The loss of contact and stimulation made you whine, though the instant you felt the swollen tip of his cock teasing your folds, you spread your legs a little bit more and whined a little bit louder. “Please, l—let me cum over your cock, Remus.”

You were definitely something else as well, and he couldn’t deny how much (despite the guilt and self hatre) he longed for this. The risk of getting caught doing something so prohibited was the experience of a lifetime. Just like it was to be welcomed by the pulsating feeling of your lovely thigh cunt squeezing him beyond imaginable. Remus was in heaven.

“F—Fuck.” He bottomed for a moment, his hands on your hips, carefully sliding in. “So tight, so warm, such a pretty pussy, perfect for a bratty student like you.” The combination of words and movements had you in that state of dizziness, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him until he was balls deep, both of you moaning at the pleasant feeling. “You want me to move? Baby?” He asked, kissing your neck, you nodded earning you a bite on your neck. “Words, darling.”

“Please move R—Remus, I want to feel you using me.” Magic words. Soon you were drooling, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, not even remembering when he rolled up your shirt and bra and started licking and nipping at your adorable tits, making you almost scream in delight.

With every snap of his hips, you were closer and closer, and then it hit you, like a giant and crashing wave, your body pulsated and clenched around him, almost possessively. Remus groaned at the feeling, so he kept pounding. “Where do you want me? Bunny.” He inquired, hoarsely, biting his lip and kissing your breast, trying to hold himself until you spoke.

After a few tries and a few incoherences being babbled, you managed to look at him and cupped his face with shaky hands, the most life-changing orgasm still possessing your body. “I—Inside me, please.”

“You sure?” And this time you breathed a tired yes and it was the end of him.

Being filled to the brim by your favourite professor was a new feeling you were now addicted to.

Helping you get dressed, sitting you on his lap, kissing your face, complimenting the way you took him so well, like such a good girl. You finally returned to a normal state of mind, legs still sore but with a stupid lovesick smirk, he had never seen in a person. Before leaving his classroom, you felt how his cum rolled down your thigh, making you bite your lip, turning back to see how he was tucking your white underwear into one of his drawers. “Go to Minnie’s office, loser, I’ll be waiting for you here after dinner.” Blowing him a kiss, you giggled.

Maybe being a loser wasn’t that bad

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Poly!Marauders x Reader - First time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝐈 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓

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you inhaled deeply as you carried the laundry basket up the stairs, your arms straining as it was a long walk from the downstairs laundry room all the way to sirius’ room which was on the second floor.

your heels clicking on the shiny wood flooring, it was of course always shiny since you were the one that mainly cleaned them.

ever since you started working for sirius the two other maids seemed to take advantage over your sweet and people pleasing nature, always asking you to do things they were assigned to do or simply noticed and didnt want to do it themselves but of course would take credit for your work. not only did they do this because you just didnt have it in you to say no to them and tell them to do their own damn work, they did it because they saw sirius’ lingering gazes on your figure that you didnt see.

it wasnt even two weeks before you heard the two women gossiping to each other that they suspected that you were secretly fucking sirius and thats how you got the job and thats why sirius seemed to request for you to do his laundry and was why you were allowed to clean his office. and as soon as the women would see you fake smiles fazed over their faces in an instant and their passive aggressive tone would activate.

at first their little gossiping kept you up at night, laying in bed not being able to sleep and just thinking about what they said. youve caught sirius watching you sometimes when you were cleaning his office so maybe that was why they came to that conclusion or maybe it was when sirius called you to his office when he got back home to take his shirt and clean it immediately since it was one of his favorites and he asked you to undo the buttons for him.

you opened sirius’ bedroom door, walking in and setting the laundry basket on his bed then going to shut the door.

coming back to the laundry basket, new sheets and pillow covers along with another smaller basket on top of the bedding with his some of his white button ups and ties, along with a couple of plain shirts.

taking the smaller basket and carrying it to his walk in wardrobe, flicking on its lights and sighing. it would be nice to have a walk in closet, though your clothes would take up only a rack or two along with four or five drawers.

you sat the basket on the ottoman, taking a look around, breathing in the clean smell before grabbing hangers from a shelf beside the light switch and bringing them to the ottoman.

hanging the shirts and folding the button ups neatly, placing them where you knew he wanted them. once you were done you carried the basket out before flicking the lights off and shutting the closet doors.

now you were onto stripping his bed and putting clean fresh sheets and pillow cases on then his black comforter. fixing his bed nicely then putting a softer fuzzy blanket at the bottom of his bed.

grabbing the baskets and leaving the room, you didnt like being in sirius’ space for too long; it felt nerve wracking and being in his office was worse maybe it was just because you barely knew what sirius did for work but most definitely knew it was bad. having to sign paper after paper saying that you would not tell people about anything youve saw or seen and sirius made it clear bad things would happen if you did; plus you couldnt tell people if you didnt know anything so you tried to keep away from listening in on things or gossiping with the other staff about sirius’ work and work partners.

you only knew three of sirius’ friends and work buddies since they were constantly together, pettigrew, potter and lupin those were the names you were familiar and heard on a regular basis from sirius’ mouth and had seen in person and you sometimes heard of a mckinnon and meadowes but didnt know the relation.

you remembered when sirius introduced you to them, calling you into his office as he sipped on alcohol while chatting with his friends and from then on out they were ones youd see come in and out of sirius’ place.

remus leaned his head back onto the back of the leather couch him and peter occupied, laughing at something james muttered out then dragging his cig to his mouth. “i’m telling you- lily was furious with me! wouldnt even let me hug harry til i got out of the shower” james laughed, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

“i wouldnt either, prongs youre the absolute worse at getting blood off you.” sirius said with a grin.

“i dont want to hear it! you have maids to do it for you!” james defended and pointed at sirius.

sirius laughed and threw his hands up in defeat. “speaking of maids—james—i have a new one. shes a beauty, so sweet and looks amazing in the uniform” sirius said smirking at james, making james to shake his head in response to the last bit.

“rob will you ask ms y/l/n to come here please” sirius said to the man that stood by sirius’ desk, “yes sir” rob answered and left the room to get you.

you were washing dishes when rob came to you, telling you sirius requested your presence in his office. you were hesitant and almost trembling when you got to his office door. you always got the feeling something bad was happening either getting fired or something worse.

you tried to walk in quietly but your heels clicked against the floor loudly. you picked at your nail polish behind your back. “sir?” you mumbled shyly.

sirius smiled, then looked back at you, “ms.y/l/n come, come. i was just telling my friends about you, so they get used to a new face around here” he said gesturing for you to come closer.

smiling as you got closer, giving the men a little wave when you felt that you were close enough.

walking back into the laundry room and putting the baskets on a shelf next to the other baskets. “y/n is that you?” you heard from the kitchen.

you smiled and made your way to the kitchen, the only sort “friend” you had was sirius’ chef; she was sweet and always told the other two maids off. “yes its me” you said with a soft laugh.

she smiled at you then went back to chopping onions, “heard you took maggie’s shift tonight” she said.

you huffed and leaned against the fridge, “jen, you know i cant say no, she cornered me by my car and asked me to” you whined and played with the hem on your skirt.

jen shook her head, “i promise if youd just snapped at them theyd stop running all over you.” jen said, looking at you with soft eyes then going back to cutting.

“i have tomorrow off so its fine, i wouldve just sat in bed all day if i got off at 8” you said trying to make light of the situation. jen waved her hands dismissively. “im sure they’ll talk about how you took her shift so you and sirius could you know” she added teasingly and sent a quick wink your way.

you laughed, jen had heard the two women gossiping and now constantly teased you about it. “i still can’t believe they keep saying that” you giggled out and made your way out of the kitchen.

hours passed, your knees ached as they rested on the hard wood floor. you were almost done getting the red from off the floor.

you had stumbled across the mess, broken glass from a vase that sat on a stand beside sirius’ office doors, the rug was moved and bunched up in places and a little pool of blood with little drops across the wood. you didnt ask, honestly didnt want to know what happened, you just knew youd have to clean it.

you got up, the blood was now cleaned up and the floor looked spotless. you put the two buckets to the side then wiped your brow, thinking of what to do next.

vacuum, thats what you needed, heading downstairs to the spot you knew the vacuum would be; except it wasn’t there.

groaning as now youd have to think of where you had put it. drumming your fingers on the washing machine as you tried to remember.

fuck—it was in sirius’ office, of course it was in his fucking office. no one was allowed in his office without him being there. you had left it in there earlier this morning after he asked you to get him a cup of coffee while you were in there cleaning then forgot about the vacuum.

it wouldnt hurt to just grab it right? just quickly grabbing it and leaving. so quick so that he wouldn’t see you, plus you were sure he was out, you hadnt seen him at all after you left his office this morning.

now you stood in front of his door, debating in your mind whether you should go in or just leave it. wiping your hands on your skirt and taking a deep breath.

opening the door and peeking in, it was dark and the only light that was on was a lamp on his desk. looking around the room, and spotting the vacuum by a bookshelf.

walking in, trying not to make noise. making your way to the vacuum. your plan was going perfectly, in and out.

you were almost to the door til the vacuum got stuck, you turned around, “god damn it” you whined quietly. a couple of loose threads from a rug had gotten stuck in its wheel. you tugged again, of course it was fucking stuck.

giving it one more tug, expecting it to not budge but the threads snapped and you stumbled back a bit, hitting his desk, papers that were at the edge of fell to the floor.

this is what you get for coming in here while youre not supposed to, its like everything in this room was out to get you. inhaling deeply before letting go of the vacuum and walking to the papers that were now scattered on the floor.

bending down and picking them up. you tried not read them but you couldnt help yourself, now standing with the papers only reading the page that was on top. furrowing your brows, you didnt understand it, the only thing you could grasp from it was that it was maybe about drugs and someone named evan rosier—whoever the fuck that was.

“snooping through my things are we?”

you froze, tears coming to your eyes, setting the papers on his desk. “no sir” you muttered, your lip quivering.

you could feel his presence behind you, “i-i” you started but was cut off by sirius. “look at me when youre talking to me” he said.

turning slowly, you put your hands behind your back. now making eye contact, sirius didn’t look angry or displeased that he found you in here.

tears filled your eyes, “dont cry darling” sirius whispered as he got closer to you. “take a deep breath,” he instructed and you listened, following him and taking a deep breath.

“there’s nothing to be afraid of darling” sirius added.

“mr. black im s’sorry, i left the vacuum in here— it got stuck and i pulled on it then knocked over your papers” you tried to explain, your words jumbling sometimes. you were becoming aware of how close he was, how handsome he was too.

sirius wasnt going admit he had seen the whole thing on the cameras in a room beside his office. sirius thought you were the cutest thing ever, always giving him a smile and wave if you passed him in the halls or whenever he asked you to do something you did it with a pretty smile on your face. sirius also thought it was cute when you were oblivious to his flirting.

“please dont fire me” you pleaded in a low whisper, sirius’ eyes softened. now this situation would be different if it wasn’t you, if it was someone else they wouldve been fired immediately just for breaking the rules of no one allowed in here if sirius wasn’t present or worse if they were looking through his papers.

“im not gonna fire you, get that thought out of your pretty head.” sirius reassured, his voice was soft and comforting. you took in his appearance as your nerves slowly calmed after hearing that sentence. his button up was untucked and a few buttons were unbuttoned and his pants were black along with his belt. you pressed your thighs together

sirius got closer and you backed up a bit, your ass hitting his desk. you looked up at him, “may i kiss you?” sirius asked, as glanced down at your lips.

you nodded and whispered yes, sirius leaned in, your lips and his lips touched softly.

sirius’ hands moved to rest on his desk, pulling away from the kiss just a bit “can i touch you?” he asked.

“yes sir” you said before his lips landed back onto yours, his hands moving your thighs. feeling the straps that held up your stockings, flicking it against your skin teasingly.

sirius pulled back again, “since you broke a rule, there’s a punishment that comes with. there’s a personal punishment or there’s a punishment we could discuss on monday” sirius said, waiting for you to pick.

“the personal punishment” you answered, looking up at him. you could feel your arousal and hoped the personal punishment would help you take care of it. sirius smirked.

“bend over the desk” sirius ordered, taking a step back from you. a small firework of pleasure popped from his words and your thighs pressing harshly together. you turned around and leaned over the desk; the side of your face pressed against the cold wood.

sirius walked towards you, muttering a soft “good girl” as he got closer. sirius took your hands and put them behind your back, “keep them there” he said sternly and you did.

you felt his hands go from the back of your thighs to your ass, pushing up your skirt as he went. sliding his fingers tips teasing under your panties. “ten spanks, thank you sir after each one. you understand that darling?” sirius asked.

“yes sir”

his hand came down hard on your ass, causing you to jolt and gasp softly. “one, thank you sir” you said trying to take your mind off the sting.

another smack happened and “two, thank you sir” followed.

after fifteen minutes you were on your last one, your ass was sore but sirius would try to sooth the pain by keeping his hand there after the smack.

“ten, thank you sir” you said, sirius massaged your ass as he whispered little praises.

“you did so good for me angel” he whispered as he unclipped your stockings from your garter belt then started to pull down your panties, sirius kissed down your left leg. feeling the drag of the fabric then his soft kisses after the fabric touched the areas was heavenly.

sirius kissed back up your leg after having you step out of your panties and putting the white lacey piece into his pocket. “you’re such a good girl for me” sirius praised, his erection straining in his pants and had been straining in his pants since he “caught” you in his office. he was surprised how you didn’t notice but grateful.

“turn for me” sirius said softly, lifting yourself off the desk and tuning to face him. sirius rested on his knees in front of you.

you leaned back resting on his desk. sirius ran his hands up your thighs then started placing kisses on your right knee, moving to your inner thigh. you opened your legs, your eyes pleading for him to use his mouth on you.

“please” you whined softly, sirius could’ve came at that, could’ve came from just seeing you like this even if he wasn’t the one doing this to you. he’d wanted to do this since you started working for him months ago and now it was finally happening.

sirius pushed up your skirt a bit before flatting his tongue and licking up your cunt. you shivered, humming in delight as your cunt finally got what it needed.

sirius’ tongue circled around your clit before sucking softly. his hands held your thighs apart, you moaned, your moved your hand to hold the edge of his desk but ended up knocking the papers onto the floor.

“fuck—“you whimpered, sirius’ tongue working wonders and you getting closer and closer with each swirl and suck. one of sirius’ hands left your thigh, bringing it to your cunt and now his middle finger teased your entrance.

there was a light knock at door, neither of you cared.

“mr.black a delivery is—“ tay started as she opened the door, the hallway lights coming in from the opened door and lighting up you and sirius. her mouth dropped as you moaned loudly as sirius pumped his fingers in and out of you. you made eye contact with tay. the one that started the gossiping and now the gossip just turned into a fact.

tay left quickly. you already knew the word would get to jen just as quick but you could think and deal with that later.

sirius stopped before you could cum, taking his mouth and fingers from you. you whined a soft “why?”.

“you’ll cum when i tell you to” sirius said as he got up.

leaning in and locking your lips with his, your hands moved to his dress shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and pulling it off him.

sirius started trailing kisses down to your neck, his hands moving to your top. undoing the buttons on it and then moving his kissed to your tits, his left hand massaged your breast through your bra as his mouth bit and sucked on your right one.

lifting your tit out of the cup of bra so he could suck on your nipple.

your hands fiddled with sirius’ belt, finally getting it unbuckled. you palmed him through his dress pants.

sirius left your boobs and made his way back to your mouth. “i need you” you begged in the kiss.

“i know darling” sirius said softly, leaning back and looking at your hands on his clothed cock, he nodded his head giving you a signal to get his cock out.

“go on” sirius whispered, you moved the fabric down and let his cock spring out. you moved your hand on him, spreading his precum around his tip. sirius groaned, his core muscles tightening.

sirius guided you to lay back onto his desk, spreading your legs with his hand gently. he moved one hand to your cunt, rubbing gently on your clit making you quiver. sirius moved his from your cunt to his cock, guiding himself to slide through your folds and over your clit with his cock.

both of you moaned softly, sirius did this a few times before pushing his cock into you. sirius watched his cock spread you open as your back arched.

“you’re so-s’fucking big” you whimpered, his thumb moved to your clit, rubbing in circles.

sirius started to thrust back and forth slowly, building speed as he went. “you feel so good angel” sirius moaned.

your left leg was now over sirius’ shoulder as he thrusted in and out of you, your back was arched and your head was tossed back with your mouth agape letting out moans. sirius was saying sweet praises as he continued to fuck you, and the coil in your tummy tightened and tightened.

sirius was close too, you felt heavenly and your moans sounded heavenly. his thumb moved faster on your clit earning incoherent swears from you.

“please let me cum sir! im s’close” you begged, moving your head down so you could look at him. he looked beautiful.

“cum. be a good girl and fucking cum for me” sirius groaned, going faster. your body moving harshly against his desk.

“thank you sir!”

you shut your eye as the coil snapped, your legs shaking and you tossed your head back again and couldn’t help but let out moan after moan and whine after whine. after a few minutes your hand caught his wrist to take it of your clit, sirius helped you ride your orgasm out and then his own happened.

sirius’ cum painting your walls, your walls clenching around him—milking him of his cum. the sounds of deep breathing filling the room. you both taking your time to grasp what happened.

you whimpered as sirius pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. sirius reached to his drawers in his desk and pulled out some tissues to clean you up with.

sirius cleaned up what he could. you sat up, sirius kissed you softly then pulled your skirt down to cover you. “let’s get you a shower and some comfortable clothes, okay princess?” he said, hoping you had no intention to go home to your apartment.

you nodded and hummed a quick “mhm”, sirius fixed himself into pants then went to help you button up some of the buttons on your shirt so no one would see your bra, then helping you fix your skirt. you left the stockings alone not bothering to mess with the garter belt. sirius picked up your shoes and his shirt and walked you out of his office to his bedroom.

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