Drabble: James notices Y/N’s started wearing glasses and finds himself a little bit distracted.
James, as usual, couldn’t seem to stop going on about Lily. Even on this warm, Friday afternoon, as he and his friends walk through the corridors, looking for something to do, he rambles on.
“We get it, James,” Remus chuckles, “we’ve heard this about a billion times.”
“I would say this specific spiel is more like half a billion,” Sirius chuckles, slinging his arm over James’ shoulder as he nudges him, “he has a wide range of Lily-related topics he likes to bore us with after all,” Sirius laughs.
James pushes Sirius off of him, “I’m in love ok, let me be.”
“Ever one for the dramatics, prongs,” Remus chides, laughing along with Sirius.
Peter, dragging on behind them pipes up finally, “why are we just wandering around? I’m bored.”
Looking back at the whining boy Sirius rolls his eyes, “go find something to do then. We’re not here to put on a show.”
Peter huffs and turns away, starting to lag behind the group once again.
“Hey Y/N,” he yells suddenly, running off and out into the courtyard, over to where their friend is sitting reading a textbook. They look up and smile at the boy running towards them.
James feels his jaw drop without him even realising, looking over at their friend talking to Peter, admiring them. The way their legs cross over each other, the way they run their hand through their hair to smooth it out, the way they lean back and laugh at something Peter said.
And to top it off, those glasses. Oh, those glasses. James has never seen them wear them before, but the frames sit perfectly on their nose, framing their face, and for some reason, James can’t help but stare as his mind wanders.
Not for the first time he thought about kissing Y/N, laughing as his own glasses bump theirs as they lean in, imagining those beautiful eyes looking up at him, magnified by the lenses.
He’s yanked back into reality by a hand pulling at the back of his collar, turning to see himself centimeters away from a brick wall in front of him.
“Merlin mate, watch where you’re walking.”
He can’t even focus on Sirius’s comment, all he can bring himself to do is turn back to watch Y/N talk, marveling at the way they take their glasses off and rest them on top of their head.
“Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in.” He gave 'that’ look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
“No. Say it now” you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
“I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts.” He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame… Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women… But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job… The Dog… That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?’ You questioned.
“September First I’ll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices… And I want a higher pay than the rest of the” you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
“Done and Done… Professor L/N” He smiled.
“Thank you… Sir” you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door… For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But… A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories… If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
“Bye Ms L/N” Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
“Nice seeing you Tom” you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
“Hey Filch” you gave him you cheeky grin.
“No, Not you it’s bad enough with the others” He snapped.
“Others?” You mumbled to yourself.
“Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room” You gave him a darling smile “and if you even try to open it will bite”
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch’ from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a “HOLY FUCK THAT’S Y/N L/N THE AUROR” and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and… Remus.
’Fuck’
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE’.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome”
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn’t stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!’t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
“Erm Y/N-” Remus’ soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
“I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid” he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
“Don’t sit down” you said flatly.
“Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A’s at the front”. It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
“Pansy Parkinson”. “ Here, Professor”
“Parvarti Patil” “Here”
“Harry…”
'What the actual Fuck… THEY PROCREATED’ Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black’. This was going to be shit.
“Harry Potter-Lupin-Black” you repeated stiffly.
“H-here Professor” “Don’t Stutter. It lets your opponents know you’re scared” you gave him 'the look’.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
“So, what defensive spells do you know?” You asked.
No one put their hand up.
“Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?” You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
“Yes?” You questioned.
“Eh s-stu-”
“Don’t stutter” you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
“Stupify,” she said more confidently.
“Name?”
“Hermione Granger,” she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
“Next?” You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James’ son, He looked almost identical… Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Go”
“The disarming spell,” he said proudly.
“And it’s name?” You questioned.
“Expelliarmus”
“Okay, any others?” You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
“Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin’s saggy balls. Who was your teacher?” You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
“Eh… Professor Lockhart” a girl told you.
“That dumbass? No wonder?” You rolled your eyes.
“I think expelliarmus works quite well” Harry said.
“What?” You asked him
“It does is a really good spell… Do we need much more?” The boy questioned pathetically.
“Oh I’m sorry”
“What?” He asked looking confused.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn’t mean to impose on your magical ability.” You were harsh but it was necessary.
“I eh- erm”
“What did I say about stuttering?” You snapped “It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone’s wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn’t even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?” You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
“No… And it’s Potter-Lupin-Black” he looked down shamefully.
“It’s Potter in this class. And don’t you dare correct me again.” The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
“Give me your wand Potter” you held your hand out to take it from him.
’“But prof-” he started to whine.
“Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand” He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
“You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class” The class collectively groaned.
“Class is dismissed for the day” you waved them off.
“But professor the bell has not rung yet” the Granger girl said.
“I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!” You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn’t look up and kept writing.
“Threatening Our Son now L N” James snarled.
“Would have been nice of you to knock” you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
“Oh cut the crap L/N, You’re not impressing anyone” Sirius’s infamous voice rang in your ears.
“Wasn’t trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans” you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn’t changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus’ scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn’t surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn’t stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk’ as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
“See you’re still sitting on your fat ego” James smirked.
“Oh don’t worry Potter, couldn’t nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night” you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
“Give me Harry’s wand” Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
“Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don’t blow my house down after all I’m just an innocent little girl” you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
“Easy there mutt don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?” You were having the time of your life.
“We are all adults we can remain civil” James tried to calm the room.
“Not to worry Jamsie I won’t do nothing… Just having a little fun”
“Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N” Sirius questioned.
“Your son can’t even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus” you snorted.
“Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she’s scared again” You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their’s.
“Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom” you seethed.
“Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch” He smirked.
“And you don’t fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?” You snarled.
“Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?” He shouted.
“YOUR FUCKING CHILD” you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn’t believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Fucking hell” James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“You are right” you admitted.
“What?” They all questioned at the same time.
“I am scared. I’ve been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child… Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you.” You hated to admit it but ur was true.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am I don’t regret what I did though. I don’t want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don’t because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn’t” you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“It was better that you left anyways” Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn’t want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
“We were cheating on you” There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
“How is Lily doing?” You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
“How di-”
“Wha-”
“This was a mistake” you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
“Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up” you stated flatley.
“Y/N-” Remus started but you cut him off.
“I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused… For the first time in my life, I’m not going to be second… Goodbye, My Loves, I’m sorry” With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
“Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop” Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N’
I’M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I’m a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It’s here now also on April Fool’s Day it’s not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
a/n: I’m going on a road trip to New Orleans for my birthday tomorrow and it got me thinking about Remus on a road trip and just going on a road trip with the Marauders. Then it got a little… heated lol
summary: On a road trip with the Marauders, you try and avoid getting motion sickness but you’re having a hard time not focusing on the moving bus and the passing scenery. Luckily enough, your boyfriend Remus has just the thing to distract you, as long as you keep quiet.
warning: MDNI 18+, fingering, degradation, praise, overstimulation, kinda public sex, slight exhibitionism, If I missed anything lmk!
word count: 2.1k
You rested your head against Remus’ shoulder, closing your eyes and trying your hardest to keep your mind off the Volkswagen jostling your body so that motion sickness doesn’t overtake you.
You both sat in the third row of seats as James drove, Lily holding the map and instructing him when to turn. Sirius and Peter both laid across the second row, sleeping soundly. Remus’ head turned away from the window, feeling you rest against him. His lips immediately meet your temple, kissing it tenderly.
He couldn’t see your pained yet determined expression from his height but you knew he could somehow sense your wariness. He kept his lips against your skin, letting its warmth spread through your body.
“Alright, love?” He questioned, hot breath tickling your skin, causing you to shudder slightly. You groan, shaking your head as the bus hits a particularly nasty bump.
“Trying not to focus on the bus movin’. Don’ wanna get sick,” you mumble, voice muffled as you nuzzle your face against his shoulder.
“Gettin motion sickness again?” Remus asked, voice tinged with worry. He knew how long car rides got to you. You nod against him, slouching against the seat.
“Think so,” you respond, trying to think of something besides the sensation of feeling every little rock the van rolls over.
“Gotta keep your mind off it, dove,” Remus says, hand moving to pat your bare knee, fingers tickling the edge of your dress. You groan, closing your eyes and shuffling closer to him.
“I’m trying but I can’t help it,” you whine, internally chastising yourself for acting like this. But you dreaded the oncoming pain and you demanded comfort.
“Want some help?” Remus asked, voice suggestive as fingers began lightly grazing your leg. You subconsciously leaned into the touch.
“How could you help with something like this?” You asked curiously, mind distant as you tried not to focus on anything too hard.
“Could offer you a little distraction…” he trailed off, his voice continuing with that suggestive lilt. It didn’t click until his teasing fingers began making their way up closer to your core. Your eyes shot open as they made contact.
“R-Rem,” you stuttered in disbelief, looking up at him with furrowed brows. Remus kept his gaze ahead as your breathing started to pick up, heat blossoming in your stomach as Remus rubbed his fingers along your clothed slit.
“Just keep your eyes ahead, dove. Keep your thoughts on me, on what I’m doin’ to ya,,” he spoke lowly, a rasp washing over his voice as he pressed his fingers more firmly against you. You clench around nothing and your eyes widen at the effect his words have on you. Letting out a small whimper you glance ahead, looking around at your friends and the small space you currently occupied.
“Remus, w-we’re in a van. With everyone,” you say nervously, looking back up at him as you try not to rock against his hand and hating how much the idea turns you on. Remus continues to keep his eyes forward.
“James and Lily got the radio so loud they won’t hear anything, and Sirius and Peter are knocked out,” he explains simply. He then slowly moves his gaze down to meet yours before raising a single brow. “So… as long as you keep quiet little one, no one will suspect a thing. Think you can keep quiet for me?” A small moan escapes you, not being able to help from reacting to the pet name mixed with his fingers pressing the material of your panties down against your clit. You shake your head lightly, brows furrowed.
“I don’t know, Rem,” you answer, voice shaky with uncertainty. A softness falls over Remus’ expression as he takes you in.
“We don’t have to do this, you know. Say the word and I’ll hold your hand and rub your stomach when it starts to ache,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing. But then his fingers flex against your core and his eyes sharpen. “But judging by this,” he starts, a smirk overtaking his lips. His fingers are quicker than you can react but you can feel it as Remus pushes aside your panties and gathers up your slick. You stare at him wide-eyed as he removes his hand and holds it up in front of you both. His smirk is mischievous, the gleam in his eye fierce as he speaks. “You’re dripping,” he says smoothly, voice coated in self-satisfaction.
“Remus!” You scold, tugging his hand down and getting it out of your friends’ sight. Remus laughs, moving his arm out of your grip and pops the fingers in his mouth. He moans around his digits and you melt against him, entranced by the sight as you feel yourself growing wetter.
His hand falls back on your leg, only now it grips the inside of your thigh, your dress having previously ridden up. Your eyes follow the movement and remain on the hold as you watch his spit smear against your thigh.
“Let me take care of you,” he says softly, practically begging to help you. Your tongue darts out, licking your lip as your gaze remains on his fingers.
“O-okay,” you force out, still not sure how well you can keep quiet but your growing desperation overcomes such doubt.
“Yeah?” He asks, checking in with you, wanting you to be certain, needing your full consent. You merely nod, chest tightening and breath hitching at the anticipation.
But suddenly Remus’ hand snaps away from your thigh and tugs at your chin, forcing your eyes on him. Your lips part as you feel his damp fingers against your skin.
“Words, dove, I need words,” he grits out, jaw slightly clenched and eyes wild as he looks down at you, gaze flickering over your face, checking up on you. You watch him for a moment, savoring the expression before you speak.
“Please take care of me,” you whimper out quietly. Remus’ eyes roll back into his head as a low guttural groan escapes him. When his eyes flutter back open, his touch is leaving your chin and moving inside your panties.
Two fingers spread out your folds and slip through your wetness. You feel yourself rock against it, breath increasing as pleasure sparks through your core.
You hear Remus inhale deeply before slipping two fingers into your slick center. You choke on a whimper, hips jerking at the thick digits entering you. He starts at a steady pace, moving them in and out of your desperate hole. You whine quietly, cunt fluttering around his fingers and hips jerking to meet his thrusts. You hear Remus chuckle and a moment later you feel Remus’ hot breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine and increasing your pleasure.
“What got you so turned on, love? You’re soaking my hand. Was it the idea of me getting you off in front of all our friends? Was it the possibility of getting caught? Or was it my words? Do you like hearing the dirty things I plan on doin’ to ya..? Or is it all three?” He taunts, voice holding a sinister twinge. Your eyes squeeze shut as you listen to him and you can’t stop yourself from clenching down on his fingers. You hear a huff of laughter. “All three, aye? I can work with that…” he trails off, sounding slightly more focused. He moves deeper within you, fingers curling against your walls and igniting your nerves.
“Ah— Remus!” You cry out as quietly as possible, letting a surprised moan follow as he crooks his fingers, sliding over a sponged area inside you that sends a jolt through your body and black spots in your vision. A familiar coil begins to tighten in your stomach.
“Shh, quiet sweetheart. Wouldn’t want our friends to interrupt now would we?” Remus teases, a wondrous smirk decorating his expression as he continues to watch you and the pretty faces you make when you try and hold back your pleasure.
“F-faster— please,” you beg out breathlessly, needing more friction to move you closer to the edge, waves of pleasure pushing and pulling you. Remus makes a sound of disbelief though his fingers quicken, heading towards a brutal pace.
“You want me to go faster now? Why just a few minutes ago you weren’t sure you could do this. Now look at you, you filthy thing. Makin’ a mess of my hand, moaning like a desperate slut. That’s what you are aren’t you? My desperate little slut,” he spits out, fingers pounding in and out of you, the force jerking your hips.
Your brows furrow at the pleasure that wracks through your body, the coil tightening in your stomach, drawing you closer to release. Your jaw drops in shock as Remus moves his thumb to your clit, moving it in tight circles.
“Yes!” You hiss out before a loud moan escapes you without permission. You throw your head back against the seat as your hips buck up.
“Is she ok back there?” A sudden voice sounds out through the van. And it’s only then you notice anything past the fog clouding your mind and you suddenly realize the music had been turned down. Your stomach clenched wondering how long it had been.
You freeze completely, keeping your head back and body still. Remus hesitates when Lily asks the question but quickly collects himself and continues the movement of his fingers, moving slower and more languidly but never relenting the beautiful torture on your clit.
Your breath hitches and you curse yourself for enjoying the thrill of this so much, hating how the possibility of getting caught causes electricity to rush through your veins.
“A bit of motion sickness is all,” Remus replies smoothly,
his gaze meeting Lily’s now. You can imagine Lily’s sympathetic frown behind your closed eyes.
“Awe, the poor dear. Well don’t worry, love, there’s a rest stop not too far. We’ll stop for a break soon,” she assures with a firm nod. Remus sends her a charming smile and breathes out a sigh of relief.
“Sounds brilliant, thanks Lil,” Remus responds and you tense up, forcing moans back down your throat and ignoring ripples of arousal coursing through you.
“Don’t mention it,” Lily calls back, appearing none the wiser as she spins back forward and turns the music back up. Remus rounds his head to look down at you again.
“You have got to be more quiet, dove,” he says through clenched teeth. His fingers begin picking up their pace and your lips part. “Don’t want all our friends to know that you can’t even go a car ride without needing something to fill you up,” he whispers harshly, fingers thrusting into you just as harsh and thumb stimulating your clit perfectly.
“I-I’m close, Rem,” you say, voice shaking and stumbling over words. Tears prick at your eyes, causing you to open them in an attempt to blink them back. Remus lets a wide smirk transform his face.
“Of course you are, and you’ve been doing so well, taking my fingers so nicely. Now, go on, be a good girl and make a mess out of James’ van for me,” he says, his voice somehow both soft and mean at the same time. Your head falls forward and your eyes widen just as Remus moves to pinch your clit.
Pain mixed with immense pleasure causes the coil to snap and euphoria to wash over you like a tidal wave as you’re finally pushed off the edge and into a blissful orgasm.
“Oh god—“ you choke out, voice strained as you hold back screams of pleasure. Your body shakes and jerks as your orgasm moves through you. Remus exhales sharply, continuing to work you through it.
“Clench my fingers, pretty girl, just like that. Take me for all I’m worth…” he hisses out, breath heavy as he watches you. His eyes fog over, pupils blown wide as he looks over every inch of you, memorizing every change of expression and jerk of your body. Your orgasm begins to calm but Remus doesn’t stop in his movements. Your features twist as overstimulation starts to take hold. “God you’re beautiful, all ruined and fucked out,” Remus says, voice light and dazed. You whimper and start to squirm away from his fingers as pain overwhelms the pleasure.
“S’to much, Rem,” you mumble out, feeling a sense of tiredness replace the arousal that had previously consumed you.
“Can’t give me another one?” Remus asks with a frown. You shake your head tiredly, head falling limply against his shoulder. Remus sighs and carefully moves his fingers out of you. You whine lightly before relaxing back against the seat. After wiping away the cum on his fingers and the mess between your thighs, his hand rests back on your leg and starts massaging away the small tremors that remain. “Well, I suppose one’s served its purpose. Rest little one, we’ll be there before you know it,” he says softly to your already half-asleep form, kissing your forehead and turning back to look outside the window as he had been doing before.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader, marauders era! Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:Dueling, violence, blood/injury Word Count: 3,683
“Please,” Lucius scoffed. “It’s likely Sirius here would be expelled if he was found in another duel.” His blonde hair glinted white in the pale moonlight, and it was mildly distracting.
“Been watching me then, have we? I don’t blame you. I mean, I am simplydevilishly handsome,” Sirius responded, checking himself out in the glass panes of the greenhouse. Bellatrix made an exasperated noise, and Lucius clicked his tongue.
“Sorry, handsome. I don’t swing that way,” Lucius sneered, Bellatrix giggled from next to him.
“Sure?” Sirius grinned maliciously.
Lucius’ skin was already ghostly pale, but somehow it turned paler. Looking over at him curiously, he mouthed Yaxley’s name, and you immediately caught on to him. Your mind conjured the image of the two blonde boys trapped in a heated embrace. Grinning a little, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, pushing the thought. After a beat, Bellatrix gasped, and Lucius produced an almost howl of rage.
“Stop that!” he growled.
“Twitchy…” Sirius crooned. At his utterance, you pulled the bubble back, and their eyes unglazed and refocused on the two of you. “Let’s not play with our food.”
“How did you do that?” Lucius yelled, his pale features pink with rage.
“You like it? It’s a specialty of mine,” you grinned at him. Just as you turned to Bellatrix, you saw a slight flick of her wand, and you went airborne. Time seemed to move in slow motion as you soared through the dark night–the greenhouse, however, was coming up on you at an alarming rate. As quick as your brain could, you cast a hovering spell; it managed to catch you before you hit the ground, but not before you crashed through the roof of the greenhouse, glass shattering all around you. Several shards slit your skin, and you yelled in fury.
“Twitch?” Sirius called, voice sounding anxious as the sounds of spells clashing filled the night.
“Alright!” you called, gritting your teeth and steeling your stomach as you pulled a decent-sized shard of glass from the inside of your forearm. The feeling nauseated you, but you had to get back to Sirius. Hasting to help, you trampled over the broken glass and pots inside the wrecked greenhouse, taking care to steer very clear of the tentacula plant.
Bellatrix and Lucius were flinging spells with all they had, and you could tell it was all Sirius could do to simply block them. Bellatrix must’ve thought that would’ve taken you out, as neither of them looked over to see if you were coming. Seizing the opportunity, you pushed open the glass door and used your own wand to fling Bellatrix. She was sent flying and landed with a dull thud against a large tree trunk nearby. Even from the distance you could see her eyes bulge as she gasped like a fish out of water, trying to get air back into her stunned lungs.
From your left the sound of breaking glass sounded and you turned to find Sirius tucked into a roll, sending himself far away from the exploding glass. Just as he came to a stop, he twisted his wand towards Lucius and sent his wand flying into the air with a simple disarming spell. Turning back towards Bellatrix, she struggled to get to her feet. Her savage hair was whipping wildly in the wind, and the sight gave you an idea of your own. Pointing your wand, you grinned and spoke.
“Calvorio,” and with that said, her hair began falling from her scalp. The first few chunks caused shocked gasps to fall from her lips, but after the fifth or sixth tuft, she was beginning to truly freak out.
“Lucius!” she screamed, causing the blonde to whip his head around to look for her. Sirius seized his chance and sent him flying backwards.
“Wha’ in the ruddy hell?!” a gruff voice began booming from somewhere nearby. You and Sirius locked eyes–fun as this was, Lucius was right; another fight would not be good for Sirius’ standing.
Bellatrix was positively wailing now, her hands shaking as they ran over her quickly balding head. Using her noises as cover, you ran back towards Sirius and grabbed his robes, pulling him back from advancing on Lucius.
“Come on, we have to go!” you said, pulling on him, but for all the good it did, you might as well have not said anything at all.
“Sirius, we have to go!” you pushed, this time raising your mental voice to where he winced and covered his ears.
“Oi!” he called, turning back to you.
“Sirius, if you want to live to duel another day, we’ve gotta disappear, and we’ve got to do it now!” you hissed desperately. The gamekeeper’s footsteps began to shake the ground with their proximity and intensity. Just when you thought he’d be caught, he whirled around and pushed you back into the tunnel, which closed off at a flick of his wand, and the two of you were consumed by the darkness.
“Wha’s wrong? Ou’ here screamin like you bin stung by a skrewt,” the gameskeeper said gruffly, likely coming up on Bellatrix and Lucius. “Good Godric! The greenhouse! Ooh, Professor Sprout is notgoing to be happy abou’ tha’.”
“Who cares about the stupid greenhouse? Clearly, she’s been cursed; even you could see that you oaf,” Lucius sneered, causing Sirius to get riled up once more. You grabbed his wand arm and put it down, putting your other hand to your lips.
“Oaf?” the gameskeeper boomed, equally outraged. “Now you jus’ watch yer mouth, Malfoy. C'mon, let’s go see wha’ Slughorn has ter say abou’ it all,”
And slowly, the sobs of a deranged Bellatrix grew quieter and quieter until all you could hear was the wind whistling through the now shattered frames of the greenhouse.
“C'mon,” you said after a moment, grabbing Sirius’ wrist. He grinned after Lucius and Bellatrix in a pleased sort of way and let you drag him into the tunnel, whistling a tune softly.
“Are you whistling?” you asked, laughing slightly.
“We just got ol’ Lucy and Bellatrix nice and stuck. Even Slughorn can’t ignore the broken greenhouse!” he let out a barking laugh into the tunnel, and you couldn’t help but join in at the thought of a bald Bellatrix getting berated by Slughorn.
“Nice jinx, by the way, she loves her hair,” Sirius said, winking as you smiled back at him. You thought a funny feeling erupted in your stomach, but it must’ve just been the excitement of them getting into trouble.
“Wasn’t it? I thought she’d like it,” you laughed at the image of her hair falling out onto the dark grass, her deranged sobs filling the night air as she tried to keep it in place with her fingers. “Gives excellent ammunition for later.”
“You’re gonna get into trouble for that one of these days,” Sirius said as the two of you slowed to a walking pace in the dark, dank tunnel.
“I’m friends with you lot; I’m always in trouble,” you reminded him, laughing.
“Touche, Twitchy,” he laughed back. “Though, it’s mostly James, and I really that get into trouble–everybody’s got a soft spot for Remus, ya know, the teenage werewolf.”
“I was aware of that, funnily enough. And I think you forget about Peter. He doesn’t get any special treatment.” you reminded him, with an image of an anxious Peter wringing his hands behind James as McGonagall scolded.
“Well, I was trying to, and here you are bringing him up again,” he teased, shaking his head, a smile on his face.
“What’s your problem with him, anyway?” you asked him, “I mean, I know he’s always preferred James, but it seems it’s about all the two of you can do to sit in the same room anymore.”
“I dunno, I’ve never really liked him. Prongs does, of course, because Peter absolutely fawns over him. I don’t think he’d even be brought along if he didn’t spend every other minute kissing James’ arse–and I’m supposed to be the arrogant one,” he rolled his eyes.
“So, you don’t like him because he doesn’t have a slightly homoerotic infatuation with you?” you asked, a laugh slipping through your lips.
“Well, when you put it like that, I suppose it does sound a bit odd,” he laughed with you, “But really, that’s just part of it. I dunno, I just don’t trust him. There’s something about him that just rubs me the wrong way, can’t quite put my finger on it. Can’t believe the little sod made it into Gryffindor, sometimes I think every now and then that hat makes a mistake.” Sirius said.
“Well, it’s bound to. It’s a hat, innit?” you laughed.
“And then there’s the whole thing with his Animagi being a rat. I mean, come on, does that not make anybody else nervous?” he pointed out, looking at you imploringly.
“It’s a little weird, I suppose. But we can’t exactly go judging each other for our animal forms. I mean, does Remus strike you as a werewolf?” you asked.
“Well, of course not, but that’s not voluntary, is it? He didn’t choose that form. I mean, James choosing a stag makes sense– bloke has to be the biggest one out of all of us–plus it just sounds cool, stag,” he said in a funny voice, making you laugh. “I dunno, I think mine makes sense. A big black dog,”
“Dark and scary looking, but really a softie at heart,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. The two of you finally entered back into the castle, older students milling about as they made their way back to their common rooms. As you made your way into the main corridor, the two of you saw a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin lip-locked in a notch in the walls, causing a slight snicker from the both of you–though, they didn’t seem to notice.
“I dunno, I think Peter’s makes sense. I mean, he’s a rat of a boy. Always nervous, always simpering, rubbing his hands together like he does, always trying to worm his way out of things,” you said, understanding Sirius’ point of view more and more as you spoke.
“Precisely. Sod makes me nervous, and I’ve got my bloody eyes on him,” he all but growled, a dark look coming over his hooded features. For a second, he looked just like a true Black. He must’ve realized the same thing because, after a moment, he shook his head and let the boyish glow back into his cheeks.
“Now, yours, well yours makes perfect sense. A cute little bunny wabbit,” he said, turning to you and brushing the tip of your nose with his finger.
You rolled your eyes, though your heartbeat funnily from his touch; the boys loved to tease you for your inherently cute and slightly feministic animagi of a spotted white rabbit, the spots being the same color as your hair.
“I’m not cute,” you grumbled, beginning your ascent up the stairs to Gryffindor tower for the second time that night.
“Say that again, but slower,” he teased, laughing at you. Just as you were about to retort with a smart remark, your foot caught on one of the stairs, and you let out a swear word as you tumbled forward. Sirius managed to catch just before your face smashed against the staircase, and for that, you were grateful.
“Thanks,” you said, blushing slightly as he helped you up, hands resting on your hips to steady you.
“Alright?” he asked, his storm grey eyes holding yours.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said, turning to continue up. He kept a hand on the small of your back the rest of the way up, probably just ensuring you wouldn’t fall without him noticing once more.
“And where have you two been?” the Fat Lady asked, looking appraisingly down at you and Sirius, probably knowing it was nothing good. You were grateful for the long sleeves that hung on your robes–they blocked the dozen slits decorating your arms. They stung as the fabric brushed against them occasionally, and you were happy you made it to the common rooms for the night so you could shed them.
“Out,” Sirius said, eliciting an exasperated sigh from her. “Pillyknox.”
And with that, she swung open, grumbling about a lack of respect as she did so.
“Oi!” James called immediately upon seeing his best friend. At the noise, James rose from his spot on the couch and bounded over to Sirius, running a hand through his hair subconsciously as he did so. “What were you doing out by the greenhouses?”
“How’d yo–you checked the map, didn’t you?” Sirius asked.
“Course. The two of you just bloody disappeared after Twitch here spent all night in a mood. Makes a bloke nervous,” he said as the group of you made your way back over to where James had been seated. Remus and Peter sat on the floor next to the couch, locked in a game of chess; Peter squealed with delight as Remus’ rook took out a knight of his, the sound of scattering pieces joining his laughter. Lily was laid out on the couch, reading a book, her scarlet hair glinting off the roaring fire behind her. Several boys watched her as she read, and their eyes fell as she grinned up at the arriving James, all looking quite put out.
You followed Sirius to the couches and noticed about the same number of girls’ eyes trailing him. Disgruntled, you tore your robes off, seemingly momentarily forgetting about your arms. Hissing, they reminded you of their presence.
Lily’s head flicked up from her book at your telltale wince of pain, and she gasped softly.
“Your arms,” she breathed, closing her book.
“What the bloody hell happened?” Remus asked, concern lacing his tone as he got up from his game.
“I’m getting to it,” you said, pressing your sleeve to a cut above your eyebrow.
“Oh, stop it, you’re just going to make a mess,” she said, pulling out her wand. “Tergio.”
And with a funny sucking sensation, for the second time that day, you felt all the blood be siphoned off your face. Putting your other sleeve to the same bloody spot, it came back dry, and you smiled at her.
“Cheers.”
Turning, you made to sit against the couch when all five let out an involuntary gasp.
“Fuck,” you sighed, knowing it had to be another cut. “Who knew greenhouses could put up such a fight.”
You tried to joke, but evidently, whatever had made them gasp was too consuming.
“Well, what is it then?” you asked, starting to get worried.
“Well, goodnight, boys,” Lily finally spoke, handing her book to James and picking up your hand.
“What?” you asked blankly.
“We’re going to see Madam Pomfrey, of course,” she replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“No, we aren’t,” you said, pulling your hand out of Lily’s as you neared the door.
“What?” she blinked. “Twitch, your arms are covered in cuts, and the entirety of the back of your shirt is soaked in blood. We have to go.”
“No, they’ll know the greenhouse was me, which means they’ll know it wasn’t just me, and Sirius can’t get into trouble again. There’s only so much even Dumbledore can do,” you reasoned, shaking your head.
“James,” Lily sighed, looking to him for support.
“Er,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. On the one hand, he was surely worried about you and wanted nothing more than to please Lily, but on the other, he didn’t want to watch his best friend leave Hogwarts because of their behavior.
“Thanks,” she said venomously. “Twitch, seriously, let’s go.”
“She’s right,” Remus sighed finally.
“Thank you, Remus,” she sighed gratefully.
“I’m not going,” you said, crossing your arms stubbornly–you fought the hiss of pain that would prove their point.
“You are so bloody stubborn,” Lily said, putting her hands on her hips and taking a calming breath. You met her glare with one of your own, and after a moment, she unclenched.
“Fine,” she said breezily. “Let’s go up to your room then, boys.”
“Sorry?” James said, coughing slightly on his tea.
“Well, if she won’t go to Madam Pomfrey, she’s going to have to let us close up the cuts because her shirt is the same color as the scarlet drapery. Dunno about you lot, but I don’t fancy my blood drenching my shirt scarlet.” Lily said in a commanding tone.
“She’s right; she’s losing a lot of blood,” Remus said thoughtfully, his hands brushing your back ever so slightly. Your stomach clenched with nerves at the thought of not only leaving your wellbeing in the hands of the Marauders, but having them do so in their bedspace with you at least semi-undressed.
“Right, I’ll just lead the way, then,” James said haltingly, probably nervous about having girls in his room as well.
“Wait!” Peter squeaked, rushing up to James and whispering frantically in his ear.
“Right, Wormy, yes, go on and do that. Thank you.” James said evasively, his face slightly ashen. With that, Peter darted up the stairs immediately.
“I’ll grab my kit,” Remus said and followed Peter up.
“Right then, follow me, ladies,” James said suavely, smirking back at the two of you. Lily rolled her eyes but took his outstretched hand.
You were starting to feel a little funny and figured it best to move more slowly than usual. As you did so, you noticed people around you watching the group of you, eyes flitting between James and Lily and Sirius and you–evidently, they couldn’t tell which was a juicer. They whispered loudly behind their hands, making it hard not to listen in passing.
“Nosy sods,” Sirius shook his head, evidently noticing as well. He followed you up and remained almost silent as you followed Lily into the room.
The rooms were decorated in nearly the same way as the girls’, but their room was already undoubtedly messier. Various items of clothing were strewn everywhere, and bits of parchment resting on every other available surface–most were in Remus’ handwriting. It hadn’t even been a day, how the hell did Remus write so much already? Where did this mess come from?
Peter was seated on his bed cross-legged, munching on a chocolate frog as he watched the group of you. His bed area was decorated with candy wrappers and crumbs.
“Here,” Sirius said as James shut the door behind you all. With a grand sweep, he knocked everything on his bed onto the floor and beckoned you.
“Thanks, Siri,” you smiled and sat on his bed. “I dunno what you guys were planning to do, but we should probably get to it. I feel a bit funny.”
“Moony!” Sirius barked suddenly, causing you to jump a bit.
“Calm down, Pads, I’ve got it right here,” he responded, shuffling back across the room with a small chest in his hands. His arms and hands were littered with scars, and you felt a rush of sympathy as you sat littered with cuts of your own. Remus had to do this once a month, for forever, with the only hope of his being he never hurt anyone–hurting himself instead was of no matter.
Remus, seemingly in the element of a Mediwizard, took your arms in his surprisingly soft hands and turned them over once each.
“Mostly superficial, aside from the one on the inside,” he noted, gesturing to the area you’d pulled the shard out of on your left arm. “Go on and lay down on your stomach.”
“Yes, Mediwizard,” you teased. He gave a small smile as you turned to lay down.
With your face in Sirius’ sheets now, his smell was overwhelming. Pine needles were the first scent you could pick out, like the bed of a forest. The sickly sweet smell of the tobacco he insisted on smoking was next, covering everything in a light layer. You were amazed the smell held up like that over the holiday–there was no musk, no heavy smell like he slept there every night, but the scent held up enough to decipher it.
“You really should go see Madam Pomfrey to close those up,” Lily said once more. Turning your head, you found her lounged across what must’ve been James’ bed–it was right next to Sirius’. You said nothing but made sure she saw you roll your eyes. “Fine, go on, then. Be stubborn.”
“I will, thanks,” you responded, grinning slightly. It was her turn to roll her eyes.
“Er, Lily, could you come lift Twitch’s shirt?” Remus asked, clearing his throat several times.
“Eh, Sirius can do it,” Lily shrugged, having grabbed a book from Remus’ pile and flipping through it. Stuck between hissing for her to do it and liking the idea of Sirius doing it instead, you remained quiet.
“Er, I mean alright,” Sirius said from next to you.
“Not as if you aren’t well-practiced in that,” James laughed as he collapsed next to Lily. You stiffened at the thought.
“C'mon, Lils,” you said, suddenly less interested as Sirius was already so well-practiced. With a small sigh, Lily pushed off of James’ bed.
“Great, cheers, mate,” Sirius griped, throwing James a dirty look. Seemingly realizing his mistake, he winced back apologetically as Lily lifted your shirt gingerly.
“So, what happened, anyway?” she asked as she resumed her spot.
“Why don’t you tell it, Twitch?” Sirius offered.
“Too tired, you do it,” you said, your head beginning to spin. Just as you were about to say something, you heard the chest open and knew Remus was seconds away from helping.
“Well, after we left the Great Hall, she was still pouting and pissy, probably planning to mull over it all night–hate it when she does that. So instead, I suggested we go after them.” Sirius started.
James let out an appreciative rip of laughter.
You felt Remus’ hands begin to touch against your back, and somehow, the room seemed to spin faster.
“Guys, I think,” you started, interrupting Sirius’ story. “I don’t feel…”
You tried to get the sentence out, but your tongue wouldn’t cooperate before the darkness took you under.
Pairings: James Potter x reader, Marauders era Warnings: Fluff, implied smut, very light smut, erotic tones Word Count: 3,440 A/N:Obviouslyyyyy this is based on the sketching scene in Titanic with Jack and Rose. I just watched it last night and just haddd to write a fic off it. Jamesy just gives me the soft boi vibes needed for a scene like this
With his mussed hair, swaggering stride, and infectious personality, James Potter was undeniably attractive. With Sirius by his side, the two were unstoppable. Sirius was as dark and mysterious as James was light and boyish–the two complimented one another perfectly. Together, they held every eye in the room.
Everybody knew James was a Quidditch star, one of the best Seekers the Gryffindor house had ever seen. He could’ve been just as good academically if he could sit still long enough, or if Sirius would let him alone long enough to study for any measurable amount of time. However, luckily for him, his natural skill saved him. He lived to make people laugh, even out of exasperation if necessary–even McGonagall fell to his charms on occasion. But most people didn’t know about his true gift. It seemed he liked to keep it a secret.
To be clear, you weren’t a stalker; you didn’t have their class periods sketched out in a notebook, you didn’t trail behind them in the halls, you didn’t eavesdrop on their conversations, it just seemed you and James preferred the same section of the library at about the same time. He’d turn the corner, find you seated on some sort of plush seating and give you a small smile before commandeering the table in front of you–James couldn’t be anywhere without demanding some sort of attention.
James’ secret was what you looked forward to most each day; James could draw. Not just stick figures, or abstract pieces that could probably qualify as art by definition, but truly beautiful work. Throughout the years, he drew many things, the towering shelves, the roaring fireplace, the Hogwarts grounds through a windowpane, and even caricatures of mean old Madam Pince as her beady eyes scanned for book abusers. Over the years, you watched his talent grow and his subject preference change. As he improved, he moved towards people. Girls studying with their hair tucked behind their ears, boys looking disgruntled as they glared down at their homework, eventually groups of them, working quickly to capture all of them candidly before they lost focus or left. Slowly, though, his subject and medium became slightly voyeuristic. Though he still drew in the library, usually choosing a pretty girl to sketch, the setting changed. From studying solemnly in their robes in the library, they were drawn looking up provocatively from their studies, their robes slit in promiscuous areas. This year, though, this year they become true art. His linework was precise, his shading improving as his shoulders hunched over in concentration, his head flicking up every so often to perfect an aspect of the portrait. You began to memorize his back, the way he’d tilt his head when he was unsatisfied with proportions, the way he’d roll his neck after finishing a section, the way his shoulders would tense when he’d have to leave before completing a sketch.
It was just as you were watching him now that he rolled his neck around and stretched. Lifting up the piece, you about dropped your book as he spoke to you.
“What do you think?” he said, without looking back. His voice was quiet enough to not disturb anyone, but loud enough to know it was for you.
The drawing was of a brown-haired girl sitting across the library at one of the open tables, but it was only her wild curls that told you it was the same girl. She didn’t sit at the table in front of you, studying. Instead, she lay splayed out lazily on one of the armchairs in the common rooms, her elbow resting on the arm, her hand in her hair. Her legs were splayed open; the only thing covering the apex was a conspicuously placed cat laid on her lap. Completely nude, the woman in the photograph was beautiful, without a doubt.
“Sorry?” you coughed, shocked. Bewildered in every way, you couldn’t help but stare at the woman in the photo, the expression on her face, the honesty and peace in the way she laid, the curvature of her breast, the lines of her hips; the clear adoration in the drawing made your cheeks warm.
“What do you think? Hard to tell what you women look like sometimes underneath the robes. D’you think it’s accurate?” he tilted his head as he spoke, his back still to you.
“Er,” you furrowed your brows. The art was gorgeous; how could you tell him any different? “It’s gorgeous.“
“But do you think it’s accurate?” he asked again, this time turning around in his seat and looking at you.
“Er, dunno. Haven’t exactly seen her naked,” you shrugged.
“Me neither. Bit funny, really. Drawing nude women without ever actually having seen one,” James said, grinning a half-smile.
“Why do you, then?” you asked, closing your book. James was simply not someone one skipped out on a conversation with. The way his hazel eyes gazed at you, you could feel the intensity, and it made your heart thrum.
“Can you think of anything better to draw than beautiful, nude women?” he asked, grinning a full grin now.
“No, suppose not,” you agreed, smiling softly. “We are mesmerizing.”
“You’ve no idea,” he grinned cheekily.
“Prongs! There you are, should’ve known,” Sirius all but yelled, striding over to where James sat with you. Ponce could be heard ‘shushing’ him from rows away. “Oh, and who have we here?”
Sirius smirked down at you from your seat on the floor, and the sole attention of both boys was simply too much for you. You could feel the heat in your cheeks.
“Y/N,” you breathed, eyes bouncing between the two beautiful boys.
“Y/N,” Sirius repeated. “Beautiful,”
The blush in your cheeks was absolutely blazing at this point, and it was all you could do not to hold the book over your face.
“Well, if you’re all done, Picasso, we’re gonna be late for practice,” Sirius sighed, picking up the most recent drawing and giving a complimentary nod towards the picture and the subject in front of them. “Though I do think she’d have a bit more of a tummy, those adorable little cheeks of hers can’t be the only extra there.”
“See?” James said, turning back to you. “Anyway, suppose I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“I’ll be here,” you said quietly, watching their backs as they walked out of sight.
The next day, it was all you could do to get through your classes, to get back to the library in hopes James might talk to you again.
You needn’t be told you were hopeless; it was obvious.
In a moment of courage, you steeled your spine and chose the side opposite of James’.
Pulling out your Herbology textbook, you got to work on writing the essay about the Tentacula plant.
“You changed spots,” a deep, warm voice suddenly rang out. WIth your beat skipping into a frenzy, you looked up at James coyly. “Careful, with a look like that, you’ll get your very own page.”
Forcing yourself to breathe regularly and appear poised as though this occurred everyday, you decided to go for a playful response.
“You know, it is a bit weird,” you smirked, your tapping pencil the only giveaway of your nerves.
James pulled his seat out and sat across from you, smirking back. “What’s weird?”
“Drawing naked schoolgirls, without their knowledge. Bit voyeuristic,” you teased.
“It is not! I don’t actually spy on them while they’re naked, or doing anything naughty,” he added, winking at you.
You banged your knee on the table as his foot touched yours under the table. Blushing violently, you worked to quickly recover.
“Maybe not, but do you really think girls want you sketching what you think they look like naked?” you asked, setting down your pencil.
“Er,” James looked awkward for a moment, “yeah?”
You had to reward him with a small laugh.
“Besides, not as if I’m going round with them on display. Pads sees them, but it’s downright difficult to keep things from him, haven’t got the time. And you’ve seen them, but that’s just because you’re nosy,” he teased back, grinning slightly.
“I am not!” you hissed, offended.
“Are too! Been bloody watching me for years,” he grinned fully now, loving the way your blush lit your cheeks.
“Have not! Besides, I think you have a very skewed vision of women,” you said, straightening your papers haughtily, desperate to get the attention off you watching James.
“What?” he said, fully buying into your distraction.
“We don’t all look like that, you know, Sirius was right,” you grumbled.
“Sorry?” he scoffed, looking bewildered.
“It’s just,” you thought about how best to say it, “we don’t all look like bloody adult film stars. Breasts don’t usually sit like perfectly symmetrical balloons on the chest. Hip dips are a thing. Body hair? Women have it too, not all of us spend hours plucking ourselves bare.”
“Hang on,” James said, ruffling through his bag and pulling out a piece of parchment. “Alright, asymmetry, less perfection, hip dips, hair. This is good. This is what I was talking about. What else?”
He seemed hungry for how to improve, looking at you eagerly.
“I dunno, er, some women have a bit of a tummy, large thighs,” you wracked your brain for more, “I could probably show you better than I could tell you.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, your eyes grew in shock at your own forwardness. Hoping he would just think it a turn of phrase, you steeled yourself for his response.
He relaxed his quill and looked up from his notes.
“Show me, then,” he all but purred. Your heart sprinted at an unbelievable pace, your stomach bubbling nervously.
“Alright,” you breathed, surprising even yourself.
“Alright?” James repeated, his pupils blown instantly.
“Alright,” Sirius repeated cheerily, seemingly popping up out of nowhere. Jumping slightly, you cursed yourself and turned back to your books.
“You’ve really got to work on your timing, mate,” James huffed. Sirius looked put out at his friend’s reaction.
“Maybe if you could keep track of time yourself, I wouldn’t have to. Quidditch,” Sirius said, gesturing to the large clock on the wall; one of the many hands was Scarlett red and pointed at the Quidditch field.
Grumbling and stuffing the parchment into his bag, James turned back to you.
“Tonight, here, 2am,” he commanded.
“In the middle of the library?!” you whisper yelled. Laughing at your reaction, he waved you off.
“It’ll be empty, I’m sure of it,” he reassured you.
“What’s at 2 am?” Sirius asked quietly as the two of them walked away once more.
“Doesn’t matter,” James shrugged. “Listen, I need the library empty tonight, don’t ask questions…”
His voice trailed off as the two of them disappeared from view, and you couldn’t believe yourself as you sat alone with your courageous words.
Wrapping a scarlet satin robe around yourself a bit tighter, you silently paced the room as your bedmates slept on, the nervous energy reaching a height.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” you cursed at yourself, biting your lip anxiously.
You’d barely even had a full conversation with a man, let alone James. And now you were about to strip nude in the middle of the bloody library so he could sketch you?
Casting another nervous glance at the clock, you held your breath as the clock struck 1:50. Cursing quietly and half hoping he wouldn’t be down there, you began your descent down the spiral staircase and out of the common rooms into the drafty night. Hugging the walls, you kept a keen ear out for Filch and an eye peeled for his dreaded cat.
Finally, after 10 anxiety-filled minutes, you reached the library; your anxiety only increased tenfold.
Padding silently through the spacious room, you headed towards your corner.
“James?” you whispered in the darkness. No response. Steeling yourself this time for rejection, or his absence, you called out once more. “James!”
Suddenly, a hand touched the small of your back, and the other hand quickly came up to your mouth.
“Hello,” he whispered into your ear, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to cover your skin. Moving his hand, you smacked his chest.
“You scared the bloody hell out of me,” you sighed. “What’s this?”
It seemed he’d brought one of the black velvet sofas to your section and had it catty-corner with the shelves, the smoldering fireplace in the background. The table seemed to be providing the light, with several candles lit on it.
“Thought you could lay across it,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Alright,” you said, breath oddly becoming more calm as the moment came closer.
Turning around to see him for the first time that night, you nearly melted there. He had a simple shirt and trousers, but his sleeves were rolled up a couple times to expose his forehead, his hair looked as though he’d just rolled out of bed–as it always did. He seemed to be nervous as his hands fidgeted with different parts of himself. Sitting in the seat he placed facing the couch, he grabbed his parchment and splayed his pencils out on the table next to him.
“Whenever you’re ready, then,” he said, grabbing a pencil.
Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the couch and turned back towards him. Lifting your hands, you brought them up to the sash tying your robe together, and grabbed an end. Pulling, the robe fell open, and you shook it off your shoulders, standing utterly bare in front of James. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, pulling slightly at the crotch of his pants.
His reaction only boosted your ego, and you found yourself almost at ease.
“Draw me like one of your french girls, James,” you simpered, unable to miss out on the opportunity.
“My French girls?” he questioned. Remembering he was brought up in the Wizarding world and wouldn’t understand your reference, you waved it off. “Er, just, er, go ahead and lay across the couch.”
Lying slightly on your side, you began adjusting yourself when James began ordering your pose.
“Lay your arm like you had it,” he directed, and you moved how you thought he meant, but his facial expression told you that wasn’t it.
“Come pose me, James,” you whispered. It was hard for you not to speak seductively in such a setting. He cleared his throat once more.
“Alright,” he placed his parchment on his seat as he walked towards you, and you were pleased to see his trousers looked a bit tight.
He gingerly grasped your wrist and draped your arm over your head. His hand then went to adjust your knee, and you jumped slightly at what could only be described as electricity brushed your skin. Bending it slightly, he straightened out your other leg slightly and turned to your other arm, bending the elbow so that your fingers lay against your head.
It was all you could to not point out the irony.
“Perfect,” he said under his breath, clearly assuming you couldn’t hear.
He took back his seat and bent over his parchment, his wrist moving slightly as he began his sketch.
The library was utterly silent aside from the flickering of the flames and James’ pencil as it moved across the page. After several minutes, you couldn’t take the silence.
“How’s it coming?” you asked quietly.
“You’ll see,” he smirked. “Now, stay still.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” you grinned slightly before relaxing your face once more.
His hazel eyes zeroed in on your chest as he drew, determined to do his muse justice.
“I see what you mean, about the asymmetry,” he murmured, almost to himself. Suddenly self-conscious, you began to adjust yourself.
“No, no,” he held up his hands to stop you. “It’s natural; it’s beautiful. Trust me, darling, the real thing is so much better.”
His words calmed you, and you shook your head slightly, trying to get out of it. Settling back into your old pose, you instead focused on James. It was odd, almost, seeing him sketch from the front. The way his head tilted when he was unhappy with something was accompanied by a furrowing of his brow, his eyes flitting quickly from you back to the page as he figured out what was wrong. His hazel eyes seemed almost brown in the darkness of the empty library. His breathing was steady, his face poised in what only could be described as intense concentration. He switched his legs back and forth as time wore on, shading more closely now–he must be finished with the linework.
“Move your hair forward a bit,” he directed, and you pushed your Y/C/H onto your face a bit, so that your fingers on your other hand brushed it.
His face returned to the intense concentration, and you suppressed a smile as his tongue poked out of his lips as he clearly focused on one detail.
Finally, his constant movements slowed, and he began to straighten his back more regularly, his eyes flitting back to you and the paper as he checked over his work.
“So?” you breathed, unable to hold yourself back any longer.
“I think this might be my best work yet,” he smiled lightly, his eyes now steadying on you more frequently. “Having a real model instead of an idea in my head is so much better.”
“So I don’t disappoint, then?” you asked, fully aware you were fishing.
“Disappoint?” he breathed, looking mildly bemused. “It’s all I can do to remain seated professionally in this chair right now.”
Your heart thrummed in your chest at his words.
After a few erasings and redo’s, he rolled his neck.
“All done, then?” you asked. He nodded, still studying his work. Sitting up, you rolled blood back into your stiff limbs. “Well, go on then, let’s see it.”
He stood up and walked over to the couch. Handing you the sketch, it took you several seconds to comprehend that it was you.
The woman in this photograph was stunning. Her curved, nude body quietly dominated the scene. The swell of her breast was accentuated by the sharp peak of the nipple as the cold castle air blanketed her body. The curvature of her hip contrasted greatly with the vague shadowing of her ribs as she stretched her body. Her legs draped along the couch like a string of pearls, eye-catching with a ghostly shine on the pale tone of her body. Her hair cascaded off the side of the couch like flowing water, shining in the candlelight. Her face told you she knew she was beautiful, she knew she had the full attention of the man in front of her, and she knew what to do with it. Her thin lips pulled into the slightest of smirks. Yet, her big Y/C/E eyes held an innocence in direct contrast with the confidence her entire face held. A quiet feminine dominance spilled from the page, infecting you.
This was a mythical siren, her beauty so enticing, so fully encapturing; how could anyone deny her?
“James…” you breathed, sudden tears beginning to pool behind your eyes. You sniffled, and he looked up in horror.
“Oh, Godric, you hate it,” he moaned, trying to pull the sketch from you.
The fact that you were still completely nude seemed long forgotten as you reached a hand up to pull his face back towards you. To make him see these were happy tears.
“This is really how you see me?” you asked, smiling softly with watery tears in your eyes.
“I can only draw what I see,” he answered.
“Oh, James,” you all but sobbed, wrapping yourself around him.
The feeling of his shirt on your bare breast was enough to shock you back into reality. Pulling back slightly, his hand on the small of your back was enough to keep you from pulling away entirely.
As if on cue, a candle on the table faded to blackness as the wax ran out. You didn’t need to look to see within seconds the rest would be out too. His eyes held you too intensely for you to look away. Reaching up, you traced his lips with a brush of the pad of your finger. As his eyes slid closed in temptation, yours fell to his sketch once more.
The woman in the drawing grinned coyly at you, her nude frame emboldening you just as the last candle burnt out, plunging a very naked you and James into complete darkness.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader, mauraders era! Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:Language, slight bullying (?) Word Count:3,196
Y/N POV
“What does he want with me, though?” you hissed anxiously to Lily, adjusting your robes as you followed her. You’d never been invited to any ‘Slug Club’ events.
“Dunno, he’s alright, though. Little snobbish, but harmless,” she shrugged, leading the way.
“Maybe it has something to do with my gift,” you wondered aloud. “What if it has something to do with my gift?”
“I thought we were the only ones who knew about it?” Lily asked, turning to look at you with her bright, emerald eyes.
“Well, you, James, Sirius, Peter, Remus, McGonagall, and Dumbledore,” you said, frowning as you realized the number kept growing; you doubted how much longer you’d be able to keep it a secret.
“Maybe one of them let it slip? I mean, it’s not exactly an express secret, is it?” Lily asked.
“Not really. But if the whole school finds out I can push thoughts into people’s heads and potentially make them do things, well, I’d never get left alone,” you said. “And that’s the best-case scenario.”
“I suppose that’s true. We’re an understanding lot,” she grinned, turning to you as she slowed her pace.
“I’ll say; took in a psychic and a teenage werewolf. Maybe it isn’t compassion so much as it is a desperate need for adventure,” you teased.
“For Potter and Black? Undoubtedly a pathological need for adventure; me? Compassion, definitely compassion,” she teased back.
Stopping suddenly at a solid compartment door, she turned towards you and fluffed your hair.
“Alright, mum, thanks,” you sighed, swatting at her hands as they brushed your robes. Laughing at your comment, she pushed open the doors to expose a spacious compartment filled with about 8 people.
Groaning to yourself, your eyes first fell to Lucius Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Standing in the middle of them was Severus Snape, hair greasy as ever. His eyes followed Lily for a while until they met your icy glare.
“Malfoyand Snape?” you hissed, tugging on her robes, “I thought you said Slughorn was alright?”
“Lily! Hello, my dear!” Slughorn called jovially. At his words, every pair of eyes fell onto the two of you. “Oh, and I see you’ve brought the lovely, Y/N.”
“Hello,” you smiled sheepishly, not really sure what you were doing there.
“Well, now that we’re all here, shall we?” Slughorn said, gesturing to a round table with seats for all in the compartment.
Lily walked forward and chose a seat, you filled the one next to her. A Hufflepuff you recognized as Wendy Slinkhard sat next to you and gave you a small smile, which you returned.
“Have a good Holiday, Lucius?” Slughorn asked the blonde seated next to him.
“Excellent, Professor, excellent. My father sends his best,” he smiled graciously, his voice as oily as the hair of the boy next to him.
“Ah yes, Abraxas, good man,” Slughorn laughed, his belly falling up and down.
“Slimy git,” you whispered, causing a giggle to bubble from Lily’s lips. At your noise, Slughorn’s eyes fell to the two of you and broke into a great smile.
“Lily, Lily. Whispering again, are we?” he said, though there was no tone of scolding.
“Well, it’s just Malfoy mightget offended if I called him a slimy git to his face, sir.” Despite her words, she smiled serenely, and Slughorn let out a loud laugh.
“That he might, that he might,” he allowed, still laughing. Smugly, you turned to a highly annoyed Lucius and grinned.
“And you! Ms. Y/L/N! It’s a wonder we haven’t met yet,” Slughorn smiled, now turning to you.
“I’m in your Potions class, sir,” you said, slightly annoyed. Lucius and Theo snickered, and you shot them murderous glares.
“Ah, yes! I remember now, your Draught of Living Dead was almost as good as my two stars’!” he laughed, gesturing to Snape and Lily. “Sorry, so many students, you understand.”
“Almost,” you said, forcing a laugh out as Snape’s smug face swam before your own.
“You should see her charmwork, sir. She outdoes me every class,” Lily offered, smiling at you. It was true; where Lily was truly gifted in Potions, your subject was Charms.
“Yes, I’ve been hearing great things about Y/N, lots of great things,” he smirked. Lowering his voice dramatically, he leaned forward as much as his massive figure would allow. “Some of which are truly incredible. Is it true?”
Sighing, you knew he was referring to your gift.
“So much for a secret,” you pushed to Lily, eyes falling to the Slytherins. She gave a sympathetic shrug.
“Yes, it’s true,” you pushed, looking into Slughorn’s black eyes. He let out a great rip of laughter, and everyone in the compartment looked incredibly confused except Lily.
“Sorry, sir. But is what true?” a Ravenclaw boy you knew to be named Holden said.
“Y/N here is truly gifted. More so, I daresay, than anyone in this room.” Slughorn complimented, looking at you with a special glint in his eye. Your bruised ego was soothed as the Slytherins glared at you from across the small table. “Y/N here holds a gift I’ve seen in any capacity only once before.”
In front of you, you saw Snape straighten his back, and his face lost what little color it ever held.
“How?” Lucius snapped, “Sir?” he added as Slughorn’s head snapped to him.
“This is how you slimy git. You can hear this, can’t you? Well, no one else can. See, I can put my thoughts right into that empty blonde head of yours–I mean, seriously, it feels especially spacious up here.” you pushed, smiling maliciously at the icy blonde as his eyes were stuck open in horror. “I could make you do whatever I want, if I pleased, been working on it. And when I say whatever I want, I mean whateverI want. I wouldn’t push it, Malfoy.”
Lucius was looking at you in horror, mouth fallen open. Unlocking your eyes, they fell to Snape, who wore a look of mild interest.
“Would you like a taste, Snivellus?” you sneered, peering into Snape’s black eyes. He looked shocked for a moment but quickly recovered back to his constant glare.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Slughorn laughed, having no idea you just threatened the Slytherins in front of you with mind control.
“Lovely,” Snape sneered, still looking at you. “Tell me, wherever did you learn such a thing?”
His tone was condescending interest, but behind the facade, you could see his eyes burning with envy.
“Didn’t. Born with it. The first time I did it, I was still in diapers,” you shrugged, loving the way this answer seemed to infuriate him more.
“Fascinating,” Slughorn breathed, his massive figure pressed against the table in interest. His gut spilled over onto the table, and you vaguely wondered whether he had much feeling around his massive midriff.
The rest of the train ride was spent in the compartment with Slughorn as he gushed about both previous and current students. It wasn’t long before you all felt the train begin slowing down, causing Slughorn to trail off.
“Ah! She’s slowing now, it seems. Best be off to your compartments!” he said. “Snape, Malfoy, Nott, I’ll see you later tonight? To welcome all the young new Slytherins?”
“Certainly, sir,” Nott said, smiling his awful smile as the group of them slithered from the room.
“Lily, dear, whenever you’re passing! Same for you, Ms. Y/L/N!” he called as the two of you made to leave.
“If I ever make it down to that wretched dungeon,” Lily teased, causing another great rip of laughter from Slughorn.
“Come now! You know you love that Potions room!” Slughorn called into the hall from his room.
From the semi-crowded hallway, Lily allowed a soft laugh as everyone returned to their compartments. Though, you didn’t make it too far before you were halted by an incoming Ravenclaw.
“Oi, Evans!” a tall, blonde boy called, coming to rest by her side. “Good Holiday?”
“Alright. What do you want, Boot?” she sighed. The boy looked shocked at her bluntness, and you shook your head. Boys fawned after Lily almost as girls did after Sirius, yet Lily’s suitors had much, much less luck. You understood, of course, Lily was gorgeous with flaming locks of hair and the brightest green eyes you’ve ever seen–but after a while, it started doing things to one’s self-esteem.
“Just wondered if you fancied a Hogsmeade trip?” the boy asked, leaning against the wall, trying to recover.
“The first one’s not for weeks,” she said, looking confused.
“I know, though I just might go ahead and ask. You know, before anyone else does,” the boy said, smirking down at her.
“Oh!” she said, looking shocked. “Like a date?”
The boy seemed to be losing confidence as Lily spoke, and you bit your lip to keep from giggling.
“Er, yeah. Like a date, if you want,” the Ravenclaw said, eyes falling to the floor.
“Oh, er. I’m sorry. No,” she said, smiling apologetically.
“Why not?” the boy asked, affronted.
“Because I said so, you git,” she responded, getting angry.
“You haven’t got a reason! Can’t just turn down a man without reason. Not like you have a boyfriend or anything,” he pouted, sounding more and more childish as he spoke.
“I do have a reason: I don’t want to. Besides, maybe I have got a boyfriend,” she said maliciously, her red hair shaking down her back as she angrily crossed her arms.
“Where the hell are you going with this?” you asked, confused. Lily ignored you.
“Oh yeah? Where is he then?” the boy asked, taking a step closer.
He was bold; you’d give him that. Super creepy, but bold.
“He doesn’t have to be with me all the time for me to say no to you,” she fired up. “No means no, you prick.”
Grabbing your hand, she made to walk away, but the boy caught her by the elbow.
“James!” Lily suddenly called out, putting a scared tone in her voice. It was purposeful, you knew. She loved to tease James, always giving enough lead to get him on it, but neverquiteenough.
Not even a second later, you saw James’ messy-topped head poke out of the compartment down the hall. At the sight of her and a male in such close quarters, he reached you in seconds. James’ eyes locked on the Raveclaw’s grip on her arm, and upon notice, the boy dropped her like she was poison.
“Oi!” he called, a dark look coming over his face. At the sound of his friend, Sirius’ curls came poking out a second later. A grin came over his face as he saw the determination in James’ step, and he followed, jogging to catch up. At the sight of James and Sirius approaching, the boy took a slight but noticeable step back.
“Oh, not so tough now, are we?” Lily snapped, walking to meet James. “He couldn’t take no for an answer. I told him I had a boyfriend, but…”
“Boyfriend?” James repeated, torn from his anger. The rolling waves that were just leaking from his essence turned to bright swirls, and you shook your head as you watched him look at her.
“Oh, shame on you, Lily. You know how he feels about you,” you pushed defensively; It was one thing to tease James, but the excitement rolling off of him was tangible. The cloud that would come when she shut him down once more would likely bring you down as well. That was one of the downsides of being psychic; others’ moods were genuinely infectious, for better or for worse.
“Oi, got a problem keeping your hands to yourself?” Sirius said, taking charge of the situation as his friend stared in shock at the redhead in front of him.
“Well, I didn’t think she was serious. Didn’t mean to hit on your girl, Potter.” the boy said, backing into the wall.
“Well, that’s not the point, is it?” James said, suddenly coming to his senses. Pulling Lily behind him protectively, you noticed how she gripped the top of his arm and rolled your eyes.
“Really laying it on thick, aren’t we?” you pushed, annoyed at her toying with James. She met your eyes with an identical glance, but she wasn’t the only irritated one here; you returned it.
“If she said no, she means no, you prick,” James said, advancing towards the boy.
Sirius took a step closer, smiling maliciously at the boy in front of him, and sensing danger, you too grabbed his arm like Lily had James’.
“Alright, come on, boys. I think he gets it,” you said, pulling Sirius back. You could feel the Quidditch games with James in his biceps.
“No, I think he could use a refresher,” Sirius said, taking another step forward but allowing your grip on his arm.
“Precisely what I was thinking, Padfoot,” James smiled at Sirius. Just before you physically stepped in between them, another voice sounded.
“Problem, boys?” Remus said, appearing behind you, stalling their advance.
“Yeah, Boot here never learned to keep his hands to himself,” Sirius said, backing from the boy considerably.
“Lily called, and I walked up to find him bodily restraining her,” James said, gesturing to the redhead behind him.
“Is that true?” Remus turned to the Ravenclaw.
“Bodily restraining?” the boy repeated, incredulous, “I just grabbed her arm!”
“So you were gripping her body, in a manner meant to restrain her?” Remus said, lowering his eyes. You found yourself staring; Remus’ anger was so seldom seen. The boy blushed with anger, but turned and left the group of you nonetheless.
“Come on, we’ve arrived,” Remus said, gesturing for the group of you to follow him and Peter.
Knowing a particularly interesting conversation was about to unfold, you let James and Lily go first, holding Sirius back,
“Hang on, trust me,” you pushed, smiling at him as he looked at you confusedly. He grinned back, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.
“What was that about?” James asked quietly. “You could’ve handled that. Hell, just last year, I watched you hex that 7th year Slytherin.”
“Dunno, though you might have liked to. Guess I was mistaken,” she shrugged, an airy tone in her voice.
“No!” James said hastily, “No, no. Of course, I’d like to–you just threaten to hex me as well every time I’ve tried.”
“Well, perhaps I was a bit hasty with you all these years,” she lilted ambiguously. Ahead, you saw Remus’ pace slow, and you knew he too was listening.
“What’s that mean?” James said, louder than he meant to. Excitement was beginning to leak out of him; you could feel it in the air around him; it was lighting color spots all over the compartment, like big, colored bubbles visible only to you.
Lily merely shrugged nonchalantly and smiled at him slightly.
“And don’t think I missed that part where you called me your boyfriend,” James continued on, determined to get her to reply.
“Yes, well, if you’re just going to continue telling people we’re together anyway, we might as well be, yeah?” Lily said, a small smile on her lips.
Practically dripping with emotion, James came to a complete stop. Being too wrapped up in the feelings exuding from James, you ran straight into him and nearly fell, Sirius catching you just in time as he was behind you.
“Oi, Prongs, the hell?” Sirius said, looking properly shocked, as though you hadn’tbeen listening in.
“Lily’s just called me her boyfriend,” James said, looking at Sirius with an expression of pure elation.
“Cheers, mate! That’s great, just when I was starting to think it’d never happen,” Sirius smiled, wrapping an arm around his friend.
“I’ve just agreed to date him after nearly 6 years of begging, and yet he embraces Sirius first,” Lily said, shaking her head at the boys before her.
“Sorry, Lils. I’mnumber one in James’ life,” Sirius said haughtily, releasing James but keeping a protective arm around his shoulders. James rolled his eyes, but grinned at Sirius.
“I can see that,” Lily laughed, rolling her eyes as well.
“Lovely as this is, mates, we’re stopping up the hall,” you said, turning around to glare at a Slytherin as she bumped into you.
Grabbing James’ hand, Lily pulled him away from Sirius, their robes billowing in their haste.
“You nosy girl,” Sirius teased, poking your side as you two made your way to the platform.
“Oi! Remus was listening too,” you defended, though you laughed.
As you neared the exit, the sound of pounding rain wafted through the doorway, the smell of warm, wet pavement following soon after.
“Why is it always bloody raining?” you grumbled, pulling the hood of your cloak over your Y/C/H hair.
“Fucks up my hair every year,” Sirius groaned, equally upset.
“Pads! Twitch! Come on!” James called, waving you all ahead.
The carriage carrying the four of them began moving, and you and Sirius held your breath, running into the rain, jogging to catch up. James held the door open for the two of you and grinned as Sirius grabbed his outstretched hand, pulling him into the carriage.
“Faster, Twitch!” Sirius yelled, a wide grin on his face as he held his hand out to you. Finally, your fingers wrapped around his hand and James grabbed your other, pulling you into the dry carriage.
“Gross,” you muttered, using your sleeve to dry your face.
“I thought you liked the rain?” Remus asked, looking teasing.
“I do,” you answered shortly. “Doesn’t mean I want to be out in it when it’s pouring bloody cats and owls.”
“Oh, I’m starving,” Peter whined, looking hopefully up at the castle, largely ignoring the conversation.
“How? You about bought out the trolley,” Sirius laughed, swaying slightly with the carriage. Peter turned to scowl at Sirius, who playfully grinned back.
“I bet Moony here is looking forward to dinner as well,” he then turned his attention towards Remus, nudging his knee.
“And why’s that?” Lily asked from her seat next to James.
“That pretty Ravenclaw he fancies always sits right behind him at meals,” Sirius smiled, jeering at a blood-red Remus.
“Oh, piss off,” he mumbled. Sirius let out a barking laugh and leaned forward.
“Oi, Moony, I’m just fucking with you, relax,” Sirius said. Your favorite goofy grin lit up his dark features, and you couldn’t look away. As you made your way up the hill to Hogwarts, the moonlight lit at his bone structure, highlighting his carved features. His dark hair was tucked behind his ear on the side closest to you, putting his cutting jawline on full display.
Suddenly, you felt a nudge against your foot and tore your eyes away from Sirius to find a smirking Lily. Blushing furiously as she’d caught you, you tilted your neck down and hid your face behind your hair.
“Finally,” Peter squeaked after a few minutes of idle chatter, hopping from his seat. The group of you followed, and you smiled up at the towering castle in front of you; you were home.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Young Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:language, fighting, very very slight hints of smutish behavior Word Count: 2,721 A/N: The next story I will be uploading a part for is ‘A Shit Tutor’, so all my fellow Draco stans, fear not, more is on the way. Anywayyyy hope you all enjoy this chapter, enter Lilyyyy!
Ch 3: Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff
Just then, a group of Hufflepuff girls came walking down the aisle, and after having made eye contact with a smirking Sirius, all started giggling and whispering intensely, shooting off random bright smiles as they passed. Peter smiled at one in the back hopefully as they slowed, and to your intense surprise, she smiled back timidly.
“Emmaline Nelson, Hufflepuff obviously, she’s in our year. I believe we have Transfiguration together this year if you fancy talking to her,” you pushed to Peter, who blushed something awful and stared at his feet.
“Aaaand, here we go,” James sighed playfully as Sirius beckoned one forward with his finger. She and her friends had evidently been pondering entering and stood in wait at the door. They all watched with jealous eyes as she approached him.
“Hello, love,” Sirius said, donning the silk voice he always did when talking to girls. A bitterness seemed to fill you entirely.
“Hi,” she giggled, going red in the face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Something you needed?” Sirius asked, grinning cockily at her.
“Uh,” she stuttered, giggling more.
“I might be sick,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at James, who made a gesture of agreement.
“Not really. Just, I mean, if you ever like, want a study partner or something, or whatever,” she seemed to be losing her nerve as Sirius continued to rake his eyes over her. “You can just let me know, ya know if you want.”
Leaning back, feeling suddenly intensely annoyed and wanting to look anywhere but at the two of them, you got out Jinx and began stroking him as he perched on your knee.
“Pretty bird,” the girl breathed, smiling at Jinx. You pulled a face in response, but hers told you it came off ruder than you intended.
“To study?” Sirius smirked, looking at her accusingly.
“Yeah, or whatever,” the girl smiled, grasping the ends of her hair nervously. It was simply more than you could take.
“Happy as I am the two of you are going to, er, study, perhaps spare us from the rest, yeah?” you quipped as Sirius smirked and opened his mouth to silkily retort.
Everyone’s eyes fell upon you, and you curtained your hair over your face, returning to stroking Jinx.
What the hell was that? Girls flirted with Sirius all the time; there was never a moment you didn’t catch at least one set of eyes on him. Sirius was hot, cocky, sexy, arrogant–but with the talent to back it up. And top it all off with a gorgeous set of dark curls framing a shadowed, structured face with high cheekbones and dark eyes. It wasn’t hard to see why he encaptured the attention of so many.
Face burning, you realized you found him hot too. Incredibly so.
The girl then looked at you, affronted, but turned nonetheless and stormed from the compartment.
“The bloody hell was that, Twitch?” Sirius said in an offended tone, gesturing to the storming Huffelpuffs shooting you dirty looks.
“Nothing, I don’t know,” you said quickly, tearing your eyes from the group of them. All four boys were peering at you confusedly, and you stood up sharply, causing Jinx to fall from your lap. Hissing in pain, you looked down to see three claw marks on your knee as he was shocked by the abrupt change. He hooted sharply at you and went back into his cage, turning away from you. “I uh, have to go to the bathroom.”
Face and knee burning, you walked with your head down to the bathrooms, mind reeling the whole time.
Sirius was no stranger to being flirted with, regardless of present company–hell, last year, he’d taken to snogging several on the couches in the common room as the younger years trailed off to bed. You remembered feeling annoyed when he did so, but that was logical, right? Who the hell wanted to watch that? Especially week after week with girl after girl. Perhaps you were just being prudish; sure, all the experience you had involved Alekand Nole, a dare, and a broom closet, but surely it was abnormal to blow through girls like that? Or do those kinds of things in front of prying eyes, right?
Pushing open the bathroom door, you groaned internally as you saw the same girl whispering angrily with her friends. Their looks turned murderous as you walked in.
Great. Well, too late now.
Trying to be quick about things, you almost made it out without a scene, but just after washing your hands, you were stopped.
“Oi, what the hell is your problem, Y/N?” the girl asked, her blonde hair shaking as she rolled her neck angrily.
“Excuse me?” you said, turning around to face them, temper already flaring.
“You heard me. What do you care what I do with Sirius, not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.” her friend giggled ruthlessly as she sneered, “Tell me, how is it that you’re best friends with the bloody Marauders, the hottest guys in our year and you can’t get even oneof them to snog you?” she said, laughing haughtily as her friends howled. Your blood boiled as their biting laughter filled the little room. “Not even that trail along. What’s his name, Peter?”
At the jab of both you and your friend, you snapped.
“See,you, unlike me, are a whoring slag who can’t wait to be the latest notch in his belt. AndI, unlike you, have self-respect, love. It’s quite simple,” you all but growled, turning to walk out of the room. You heard the outraged noises and almost made it back to the compartment when you felt a harsh tug on your hair.
“The bloody hell?” you yelled, jerking backward as she pulled, pain rippling from your scalp.
“I am notawhoring slag, you bitch!” she screeched, lifting her arm up to strike you. Seizing your chance, you bent and rammed your shoulder into her stomach, knocking her wind out and sending her flying onto her back.
After years of having an older Muggle, boy cousin who tormented you for sport, you learned how to take care of yourself.
“Y/N?” you heard Sirius’ voice sound out suddenly. In the midst of it all, the girl had gotten an iron grip on your hair and was now using her legs to kick angrily at you from the floor as her hands held you in place by your hair.
“Let go of my hair, you cheating whore!” you screeched, trying futilely to pry her deadlocked fingers from your hair.
Footsteps sounded down the compartment hallway, followed by various annoyed noises as they were pushed against the sides, Sirius barrelling down the hall to reach your voice.
“What the hell?” he questioned. “Let her alone!!”
For a wild moment, you thought he was telling you to leave her alone, but a second later, you felt a pulling sensation around your midriff. Yelling out, you reminded him of her grip on your hair, and he yelled out an apology and dropped you, warning James as he came skidding to a halt seconds later.
“What in the bloody–” Remus cut off, seeing the girl kicking at you like a monkey from her back.
“Little help whenever would be great, boys!” you called, scratching at her arms and wrists to loosen her grip on your hair. “Only bitches pull hair!”
“Stupefy!” someone called, and suddenly you were airborne. As you flew back, you noticed several strands of your Y/C/H hair had come loose in the girl’s fists.
You hit the ground with a thud and gasped as you fought to force air back into your stunned lungs.
What happened next was utter chaos.
Spells went flying from behind you at all angles as each of the boys shot a different hex at the wand that’d sent you flying. Various crowd members who had poked out to figure out what all the noise was about began screaming and jetting off in different directions in the cramped hallway space, trying to dodge the bouncing hexes. Spells then started flying towards the boys in retaliation, and finally regaining your breath, you got to your feet and pulled your wand to help.
“What in the hell is going on here?” you heard the voice of Lily Evans enter the scene, and James immediately straightened and fluffed his hair before she came into view. Finally, she broke the crowd and turned, glowering at the group of you.
“Should’ve known you gits were involved, honestly Remus, you’re a Prefect!” she hissed, scolding the boys, who all began to interject.
“Y/N? What’s happened?” Lily asked, walking concernedly over to you as you sopped the flow of blood free-streaming from your nose. Seemed the twit managed to get one good hit in.
“Thatslag attacked me; evidently, somebody’s a little sensitive,” you sneered, lowering your eyes at the girl in front of you who was now sporting an ever-growing nose as small antlers were making their way out of her head. Looking down, you saw her hands twitching violently and smiled at the boys in front of you.
“Is that true?” Lily turned to the girl, who was bright red with embarrassment and fury.
“I wouldn’t have had to if the stupid bitchhadn’t poked her nose where it doesn’t belong!” she screeched, pointing her finger at you accusingly.
“Well, it looks like you’re about to do the same, Pinnochio,” you jeered, causing her to pounce once more, this time being dragged back by the male Hufflepuff Prefect.
“Alright everyone, show’s over! Back to your compartments before I hex the lot of you nosy sods!” Lily yelled at the onlookers, causing all to duck back into their compartments, shutting the doors tightly behind them.
“Excellent handling of the situation, might I say, Ms. Evans,” James simpered, already kissing Lily’s arse.
“Potter, you are downright shameless,” she said, lowering her bright green eyes at James as he grinned back boyishly, “And you, Remus, been shirking on responsibilities again, have we? I’ve just finished situating the first-years when I hear what sounds like a fightat the Gryffindor end of the train! Honestly, theleastyou could do is control yourlittle friends if you’re going to leave the rest to me, yeah?”
“Right. Sorry Lily, most rude of me…” Remus nodded solemnly, feeling as though he wholeheartedly deserved her reaming. Lily seemed to soften slightly under Remus’ guilt, and she breathed out, relaxing her shoulders and unclenching her fists.
“Well, I dunno about everyone else, but I’m starved,” you said, pulling your sleeve back to see the bleeding had finally ceased.
“Come here, Twitch,” Remus beckoned, pulling out his wand once more, “Tergio.”
You felt the funny sucking feeling of all the blood leaving your face, and you wiped a spot to find your fingers clean.
“Cheers, Moony!” you smiled as he blushed slightly and grinned back.
“I could’ve done that,” Sirius said, sounding oddly annoyed, “Come on then, here comes the trolley.”
Sure enough, you heard the comforting voice of the old woman with the Honeydukes trolley wafting down the hallway as she made her way down the train.
“Care to join us?” James asked Lily hopefully, gesturing forward with his arm. Not bearing to see your friend’s crestfallen face when she likely refused as always, you intervened.
“I’ll make sure he’s on his best behavior,” you pushed, looking at her meaningfully. “C’mon, Lils, he’s really not thatbad…”
And to your intense surprise, she caved.
“Alright,” she sighed, stepping into the cabin. You didn’t need to be part psychic to feel the excitement rolling off of James as she stepped by him, sinking into the seat next to his.
“Didn’t even know Hufflepuff’s fought,” Remus sighed, collapsing into his seat.
“Haven’t even made it off the train, and little Twitchy is already getting in duels,” Sirius jeered, knocking your knee with his hand. A rush of heat flooded you, and you blushed, hoping the others would take it as embarrassment about the fight.
“Well, if you’d stop entertaining rubbish like that, I wouldn’t have to,” you quipped, glaring at Sirius before offering him a small smile. Peter giggled at your comment and kept checking the window every few seconds, anxiously awaiting the trolley.
“Oh, believe me, I’ve learned my lesson,” Sirius said, looking at you rather intently. Before you could blush again or give yourself away some other way, Lily spoke.
“Oh, I see. So I tell you off about those girls of yours for years, and you can’t get it through that thick skull of yours, but Y/N gets in one little row…” Lily shook her head, leaning back before she could get her temper going again.
“Amazing, isn’t she?” James said quietly, his voice in awe as he gazed, mesmerized at Lily–who blushed pink at his comment.
“Oi, Prongs, mate. We can all hear you,” Sirius laughed, whispering playfully at his friend. Everyone’s laughter was interrupted at the arrival of snacks.
“Anything from the trolley, dears?” the old woman smiled sweetly at the group of you.
After spending most of her time there dolling out Peter’s numerous sweets, each of you had your treats, and she was off to the next compartment.
“Coconut ice and cauldron cakes?” Lily laughed as you happily sucked on a coconut cube. As you sheepishly looked around, you caught Sirius watching you, his eyes seeming darker than usual, somehow.
“What? They’re my favorite!” you defended, loving the way the sweet spread across your palette. After months of your grandmother’s unimaginative cooking, this was heaven–it had to be.
“Oooh, can I have a chocolate frog?” you asked, seeing Sirius’ stack on his lap.
“Help yourself, Twitch,” he shrugged, opening one of his own. “Alberic Grunnion?”
“Oh, you boys best stand up and salute!” Lily laughed as Sirius read out the name. The boys merely shared confused looks.
“The maker of the dungbomb!” you explained, to which they all erupted into a chorus of ‘oh’s’ playfully gave a salute to the card in Sirius’ hand.
As you leaned in to grab a chocolate frog, you caught a whiff of the new fragrance potion he must’ve been trying out. He smelled of pine, smoke, and something sweet you couldn’t quite name. As you were distracted, your hand brushed across the seam in his jeans, and the both of you met eyes, you blushing a furious shade of red.
“New potion?” you pushed after a second, unable to bear the awkward silence between the two of you. He nodded imperceptibly and smirked slightly.
“Very nice.” you complimented. He shot you a small smile, and James turned to Lily.
“Have a good Holiday, then?” he asked her, looking hopeful.
“‘Was alright, try as Petunia might to make it hell. I wish Muggle schools and Hogwarts had opposite schedules,” she sighed, drawing one of her long legs up onto the seat.
“My god, could you imagine? Virtually never even having to see Blakely anymore?” you said, painting a dramatic look of longing on your face.
Everyone laughed, Peter actually choking on the three cauldron cakes he’d stuffed into his mouth.
“Apapneo,” Lily said, pulling her wand. Peter coughed once and looked up at Lily.
“Thank you,” he wheezed, smiling as he dabbed at his now watery eyes, bits of chocolate spilling from his mouth.
“Uhm, Lily Evans? Y/N Y/L/N?” a small girl in blue-lined robes asked, looking wide-eyed at the boys around you.
“That’ll be Slughorn, then?” Lily said, rising from her seat.
The girl nodded and ducked off, running back to the Ravenclaw section of the train.
“What’s he want with you?” James asked bluntly, looking put-off that she was leaving.
“Charming, Potter. He happens to like me. And Y/N, evidently.” Lily said, smiling at you. “Let me just get my robes,”
Using her wand, she sent her robes flying from her trunk, and you dug yours out.
“Have fun, girls,” Sirius said as the two of you made to leave the compartment.
“See you there, boys,” Lily sang back.
“Save us a carriage seat,” you said, turning back to shoot a wink at Sirius. His face looked funny for a minute, but he recovered quickly and shot one back.
Pairings:Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings:none, slight language (but that’s for every chapter rlly) Word Count: 3,108
As if on cue, you heard a knock at the door just as your foot touched down onto the landing. The sound of quick, heeled footsteps sounded immediately after; Grandmother briskly coming down the hall followed by the slower steps of Blakely as he surely wanted to gaze curiously at your friends.
“Prongs!” you breathed upon seeing James, smiling fondly at the messy mop of black hair atop your friend’s head.
“Twitchy!” he smiled back, opening his arms in greeting. You wasted no time in falling into them, smiling into his chest as his hug signaled the true return to Hogwarts.
“Mrs. Killianis,” James said, suddenly formal as he looked to your severe grandmother behind you. Following his gaze, you saw her eyes narrowing as Sirius and Remus all but fell out of the car, Peter’s wheezing laughter following them out.
You smiled fondly after them as Remus brushed the dirt from his knees, frowning up at Sirius. Sirius grinned back and ran a hair through his raven black hair, brushing it from his eyes.
“Hello, Mrs. Killianis,” Sirius said, his voice taking on a tone you’d never heard before. You and James glanced warily at each other.
“Hello, boys,” she said stiffly, her eyes now staring rudely at the scars littering Remus’ exposed skin.
Remus cleared his throat, clearly catching your grandmother’s eyes. “Shall we get your trunk then?” he said, clapping his hands together as he smiled at you.
You offered him a sympathetic smile and pushed an apology into his head at your grandmother’s rudeness.
“That’d be great, Moony, thanks.” you nodded. Peter followed him up into your room dutifully. After a moment or two, you heard what sounded like a reprimanding noise followed by a sharp smack and idly wondered what was going on.
“I suppose you’ll be staying at the school for the Holidays again, yes? Blakely and I were planning a trip,” Grandmother said suddenly–it didn’t take a genius to figure out you weren’t invited.
“Definitely,” you answered briskly. The choice between a Hogwarts Christmas with the boys and a visit to Grandmother’s sister’s house in the States with Blakely was a no-brainer.
“Lovely thing Hogwarts does, providing a home for the holidays,” James grinned, putting an emphasis on ‘home.’ Grandmother lowered her eyes, but Remus and Peter were already coming down the stairs, hauling your heavy trunk between them.
“Bloody hell, Twitch,” Remus huffed, blowing his thin brown hair out of his eyes, “What’d you pack?”
“Mind your tongue, boy,” Grandmother snipped as the two of them passed through the front door. “You won’t behave like the heathensthat you are in my presence.”
“Er,right,” Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and laughing under his breath. “C’mon, Twitch, don’t want to be late.”
Eager to leave the situation, you quickly followed the boys out and made your way into the baking heat. Just as they made to load your trunk, you clucked your tongue as Peter fumbled his end and dropped it roughly into the undoubtedly magically enhanced trunk.
“Sorry,” Peter winced, rubbing his hands together in an anxious sort of way.
“S’Alright Wormtail. Now, shall we get a move on, then?” James said, using his wand to swing open the car door for you. You heard your grandmother let out a small gasp, and Blakely took a step back. As most parents took the time to drop their children off at Platform 9 ¾, the journey there was generally a sort of grace period if you wanted to use magic; the Ministry wouldn’t take the time to differentiate each use of magic on this day between parents and students. Per wizarding law, they’d never seen magic as you didn’t use it during your time here–aside from your special gift.
“Please,” you said, turning to leave without glancing back.
“You aren’t going to say goodbye?” you heard Remus ask. You turned to answer him before you slipped into the car, but he wasn’t talking to you.
“Excuse me?” Grandmother said, clearly affronted he was saying anything more than ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’
“Honestly, Moony, just let it alone,” Sirius moaned as he made his way back out of the car to gather him.
“You aren’t going to see your granddaughter for 9 months, surely you’re going to at least say goodbye?” Remus pressed on, equally affronted. Sirius took a step closer to his friend, and you saw your grandmother’s eyes fall upon the several tattoos that already littered his arms; Sirius lived to upset his family, and tattoos were such a Muggle form of rebellion it only bolstered his point.
Her eyes then fell to the both of their wands, which were gripped tightly in their hands, and let out a breath she’d been holding. Lowering her eyes but acquiescing nonetheless, she sighed.
“Goodbye, then,” she said stiffly, nudging Blakely, who was locking eyes with a mischievous looking Sirius. Glancing behind Blakely’s head, you saw a dish hovering dangerously above his head and looked to see Sirius’ wand pointed right at it. Rolling your eyes, you pushed the dish back with your own and threw a knowing grin at Sirius.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” you said silently. He grinned back boyishly at you and threw you a wink.
“See you next summer,” Blakely allowed, lowering his eyes at you and grinning in an awful sort of way. You could’ve sworn you heard a growl on your right and found Remus glaring at Blakely, who swallowed harshly and disappeared back into the house. At that, you slipped into the front seat next to James, the rest of the boys piling into the backseat, Remus scolding Sirius for shoving Peter out of the way to get in first. Fondly, you smiled and listened to them bicker.
“Merlin, glad that’s over.” Remus shook his head as James smoothly pulled away from the house. “Don’t know how you do it all summer.”
“Aw, what’s the matter, Moony? Not a big fan of familial tension, are we? I think it’s rather quite nice; reminds me of home,” Sirius said with a fake voice of longing. James looked through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes at Sirius.
“Muggles giving you hell again?” Peter squeaked from the backseat, grabbing the head of your seat and leaning up towards you.
He’d always been a mousy boy, but after his first successful transformation, his commonalities with his Animagi only became more pronounced.
“When do they not, Wormtail?” you laughed, throwing a gum wrapper at him playfully as you popped a piece into your mouth.
“Ooh, is that gum?” Sirius asked, peering over your shoulder from the backseat.
“Yes, but it’s Muggle-gum.” you reminded him.
“Bit boring, but it’ll do. Jamesy won’t let me smoke in the car,” Sirius sneered, looking amusedly at an annoyed-looking James in the mirror.
“It smells! Isn’t my fault Dad has the nose of a bloody hound,” he defended, looking disgruntled at the thought of being a do-gooder.
“Good ol’ Fleamont, what a chap,” Sirius laughed, spreading out on the backseat and draping his arm along the seats. He reached and affectionately gave Remus’ hair a tussle, jostling Peter in the process, who grinned.
“So, now that we’ve all been reminded how horrible my lovely grandmother is, how was everybody else’s Holiday?” you asked as James drove the car expertly around the busy London streets–Muggle driving was a skill he was particularly proud of.
“Oh, you know, wonderful as always. Mother only threatened to have me disenfranchised and disgraced twice this year, so that’s a mark better than last Holiday.” Sirius laughed, blowing bubbles with his gum but frowning in disappointment when they popped.
“Didn’t you go to Prongs’ early this year?” you asked, remembering James’ letter that Sirius had arrived a few weeks into break.
“Yeah, don’t know why the evil hag insists on having me around anyway. All she does is dote on Regulus and send the nearest object flying at my head. Don’t even get me started on Kreacher…I don’t think I’ll go back next year.” a dark look came over his features, and you found yourself staring at him.
“What?” you asked, shocked at the nonchalant tone of his serious words.
“Yeah, I didn’t so much go to Prongs’ early this year as I did run away,” he said, looking slightly sheepish as you looked accusingly at him.
“What? What happened? Why didn’t you tell me?” you gasped, turning in the front seat entirely to glare at him.
“Dunno, I mean, I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” he shrugged.
“Well, go on then, tell me more,” you insisted.
“Just more of the same Twitch. You don’t understand,” he paused, and his usual carefree, light demeanor vanished and was taken over by a dark cloud that seemed to fill the car. “That house, it’s like a black hole. It swallows you whole. It’s like a bloody residential dementor. Every decent thought you have gets sucked into the black wallpaper, every horrible thought you’ve ever had on repeat, magnified. I can’tbreathe in that house; they’re all so cozy, so comfortable in that dark, that evil. The Noble House of Black, it’s killing me slowly, draining the life out of me.”
He seemed aware of how much he was saying, how serious he’d gotten, because, at the end of the little speech, he let out a deep breath and forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously.
“Nothing like Prongs’ here, for example,” he grinned up at his friend, who shot him one from the mirror.
“I mean, you basically already lived there,” James shrugged. “Besides, Mum was thrilled–you know, I think she likes you better than me sometimes.”
“Oh, she definitely does, mate. Euphemia and me? Kinda besties,” Sirius grinned, and the dark cloud dispersed. You found yourself staring at Sirius, chest full of emotion. The quickness with which he dismissed himself was almost worse.
“And, Moony? How was yours?” James asked, filling the silence.
“Decent, I suppose. Though I’ve almost worked my way through every decent book worth reading at the library closest to home, all the rest are the silly little Muggle books in that dingy section they have in the back…though I started reading this one called the ‘Bible’; Merlin does it tell some truly fantastic tales…whales eating people, turning water to wine, healing the blind–this Jesus bloke even rose from the dead! I reckon he was some type of early wizard or something, don’t know how the Muggles don’t…” he trailed off while the rest of you shared knowing glances. Moony was prone to monologues full of on-the-spot thinking, constantly prattling on about something he’d read in some book.
“You’re doing it again,” you shot a meaningful look at Remus, who blushed scarlet at your mental words and trailed off.
“Hey, no fair!“ Sirius whined from the back seat at you. "I wanted to see where he was going with that. There definitely could’ve been something in there well worth making fun of!”
“Opportunity missed, Padfoot.” James hissed in sympathy at his friend, smiling at him in the rearview mirror.
“You all leave Moony alone. Just because he gets abnormally excited about really obscure Muggle things doesn’t mean we get to make fun of him for it,” you shot a smile at Remus in the back seat, who rolled his eyes but nonetheless smiled around sheepishly.
“How was your summer, James?” Peter asked from the backseat, leaning up hopefully.
“Alright, my parents set up a little Quidditch pitch in the back; Sirius got his arse handed to him a couple times,” James smirked, throwing a playful grin at his best friend in the backseat.
Wormtail laughed gleefully at James’ story as he described a match while Sirius sat up indignantly, poised to argue.
“I’m a Keeper, Potter. Not a sodding Seeker. Not too quick to tell everyone how miserable you were at trying to get the Quaffle in, though, are you?” Sirius quipped from the backseat.
“Down, boy. We all know how great of a Keeper you are, wouldn’t have won that last match against Ravenclaw without you..” you pushed into Sirius’ head, stroking his bruised ego. He met your eyes in the rearview and smirked up at you, clearly appeased by your comment. Lounging lazily once more in the roomy backseat, he turned to Peter.
“What about you, Wormtail? Your Holiday good?” Sirius said, cocking his head at his friend with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“S’alright..” he trailed off, looking around nervously as Sirius grinned at him.
“Really? Didn’t miss having Prongs’ arse to kiss?” he sneered at his friend, who blushed and stuttered.
“Let him alone, Pads,” Remus smiled at his friend from across the seats.
Just as the boys began to bicker more harshly, James pulled into the parking lot at Kings Cross, and the group of you piled out of the car.
“Wormtail, go find us a trolley,” Sirius said, and with a wave of his hand, Peter was gone.
“Obedient little bugger, isn’t he?” Remus said praisingly, rubbing his chin.
“Why d’you think he’s made it this long?” Sirius laughed, lifting his trunk out of the car as Peter came wheezing around with the trolley.
“I’ve got it, Y/N,” Peter said, exerting tremendous effort to lift your trunk until Remus saw him and reached in to help.
“Thanks, Peter…always so helpful.” you pushed to him in thanks. You saw him blush violently and smile to himself.
Your gift had taught you many things, but perhaps above all: people were so easily manipulated, one well-timed compliment, and it could send a person fawning. Though you weren’t shy to use it to your advantage, it was lucky a person of your moral stature had the gift. It could be so easily used…perhaps it was thoughts like these that led to the Sorting Hat’s consideration of your placement in Slytherin.
Half an hour later, your trunks were placed in the train’s storage carriages, and the group of you were lounging in a compartment, your various pets making random noises as they settled in for the long train ride.
Jinx hooted sleepily in his cage before lifting his wing and drifting off to sleep. Sirius’ handsome jet-black Screech Owl, BamBam, seemed to take a cue from Jinx and buried his head into his wing as well. They almost resembled salt and pepper shakers as they stood next to one another in direct contrast. To most everyone’s intense surprise, Remus’ pet was a fluffy siamese cat named Cleo. Unsurprising, however, was Peter’s choice of a pet rat named Nibbles. Though, Nibbles was on his last leg–most common rats only lived a couple of years, and Nibbles had been with Peter since first year.
“What’re you doing?” Peter asked, sitting up interestedly in his seat as Sirius drew out his wand and flung open the compartment door.
“Having some fun,” Sirius shrugged, the grin you all loved so much donning his face. James watched his friend and broke into a smile; Peter seemed to be struggling to sit still with excitement; even Remus peered over the top of his book to watch.
Fully aware he was holding all of your attention, Sirius pointed his wand at the wall opposite your door.
“Carpe Retractum,” Sirius said, and a length of rope came spouting out at the end of his wand. “Bollocks…what’s that one to get something to stick to something else?” he asked into the compartment after a moment.
“Epoximise,” Remus answered from behind his book once more, seemingly having seen everything he needed to.
“Right, cheers, Moony,” Sirius smiled and did the incantation, sticking the other end of the rope to the wall. Pulling on his wand, he seemed to test his theory and smiled in success as the rope pulled taught–effectively making a tripwire.
“Very nice,” you complimented, to which you received a playful little bow of his head.“Might I suggest something, though?”
“By all means, Twitch,” Sirius said, gesturing to the tripwire.
“Omnino dissimulare,” you spoke, pointing your wand at the length of rope. As the white beam of light hit it, the rope disappeared from view, and you smiled triumphantly. You’d been working hard on that one towards the end of last term and were worried you’d have to start over with the holiday break.
“Excellent!” Peter cheered, clapping wildly at the two of you.
“Where’d you learn that?” Remus said, finally putting his book down and looking at you curiously.
“Been working on it for a bit. Found it in a book Madam Pince let me take home last Christmas,” you answered, feeling a bit smug that you’d impressed Remus.
“Pince let you take home books?” Remus said, incredulous.
“You know she pities me,” you laughed, waving a hand. “Though, she did threaten to turn me inside out if there was so much a creased page–so only marginally.”
“Wait, wait!” Sirius called, pointing to the door excitedly; Peter was positively quivering.
A group of already-robed Slytherins came strolling past your window, and you smiled in anticipation. At the last second, Sirius jerked his wrist and tightened the rope, sending the group of Slytherins sprawling across the floor.
The group of you exploded into laughter, and they all got to their feet, whipping their wands out, looking for a culprit. Given the rope was invisible, however, they found no such thing and resigned to giving the group of you ugly looks before grumping off.
“Oh, very good, Padfoot,” Peter simpered, laughing heartily as tears of joy rolled down his plump cheeks.
“A little juvenile,” Remus scolded, smiling ruefully at his friends, “But funny. However, as a Prefect, I am not to indulge in such behavior and as such must sincerely reprimand you.”
“Most eloquently spoken, dear Moony. Tell me, does being a Prefect mean you have to be just a bit of a prat on principle?” James asked his friend, painting a serious look on his face as Sirius and Peter erupted into laughter. You let out a small giggle as Remus blushed slightly and put down his book.
“Well, you should sure as hell hope not,” Remus began, smiling mischievously at his friend. “Imagine fawning after Lily Evans for years, at her often utter disgust, only for her to end up being a prat. Talk about unfortunate, mate.”
The group of you were in stitches over Remus’ response, and even James let out a laugh.
“Touche, Moony. Touche,” he laughed, shaking his finger at Remus in a playful manner. A warm feeling spread through you; you were so happy to finally be going home.
Sorry I haven’t updated in so long I nearly got kicked out of shool But all is good now
Have fun tho. PunishmeRemus-
Warning: 18+
Edit: Found this in my drafts. Have fun. Must have been a long time ago cuz already graduated bitchhhh puuurrrr I made it
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„James“ Remus sighed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, „stop antagonizing her.“
James halted in his movements and watched you shoot him a triumphant grin. When he was sure that Remus wasn‘t looking anymore, he gave you a mocking smile and lifted his hand to flip you off.
Your grin quickly turned into a sneer and you crossed your arms over you chest in dismay. Opening your mouth wide you were just about to yell Remus‘ name, when James quickly pushed you on the bed and smashed his lips on yours.
Deciding that kissing James was a heck lot better, you looped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, shivering when he positioned his hips right between your open thighs.
„That‘s what I thought“ James murmured between kisses and this time it was his triumphant grin that turned sour when you still called for your dom.
„Da-ddy!“ You sang, watching as James hung his head in in I-fucked-up-and-Remus-is-gonna-beat-my-asskinda way.
Remus slammed his quill on the table and turned around with a truly annoyed frown on his scarred face.
„The fuck is it now?“
Jutting out your lip you forced your eyes to water a little as you crawled towards him on the bed from underneath James.
„Daddy“ You crooned, climbing onto his lap, deliberately keeping your glassy eyes on his.
Remus‘ frown softened and he wrapped his arms around your body comfortingly.
„What‘s wrong, pretty girl?“
James huffed, not bothering to hide his disbelief.
„Can‘t you see that she‘s acting? Stop fucking crying-“
„James.“ Remus warned, voice dark with suppressed rage for your sake.
Not liking the lack of attention you sniffled extra loud and Remus turned back to you, patiently waiting for your explanation. Even you had to admit that your acting was pretty spot on.
„Daddy, when you weren’t looking he- he-“
Stuttering to increase the tension, you forced your voice to break off and let a few tears escape. The way James was squirming on the bed satisfied you more than any orgasm could.
Remus smiled at you in encouragement and wiped your teary eyes with his callous palm.
„He what, baby?“
You forced out some more tears for extra dramatics and cried out.
„He flipped me off! And I didn‘t even do anything, I promise I was being a good girl like you asked me to be!“
James could’t contain his anger anymore.
„Don‘t act like you weren’t humping me only minutes ago you brat!“
Oh shit. Time to put the blame on him.
„You kissed me first! Without asking Daddy!“
„We are allowed to kiss, but youhumpedme!“
The accusation in James‘ voice made you flinch and your hands clenched around Remus‘ shoulders.
„Then you should have pulled away if it was so horrible!“
James rolled his eyes and gave you a flat look. Both of you knew, that it wasn‘t what he had meant to say.
„It wasn‘t horrible, that‘s not what I said. Stop twisting my words!“
„Why are you complaining then?!“
„Because you act like a brat and get away with it by batting your stupid eyes!“
„Oh so now my eyes are stupid? First you flip me off, then you call my a brat and now my eyes are stupid?!“
At this point you were just reaching to be honest. James‘ voice kept raising with every word he said until it was a fucking screaming contest between you two.
„Fuck you! I do so much for you and this is the thanks I get?!“
You slid off Remus‘ lap without noticing it and yelled at James, voices overlapping as you tried to out-scream the other.
„You don‘t do shit for me James! You wouldn‘t even give me your shirt this morning!“
James looked truly offened at this, as if that ridiculous comeback really got under his skin opposed to what you had screamed before.
„Don‘t you dare go there, my mum made that shirt for me! I don‘t want your make-up on the collar!“
„So a piece of fabric is now worth more than my feelings? Wow! You know what? Fuck you- ouch!“
A searing hot pain on your scalp brought your attention back to Remus and your eyes widened. James laughed from his position on the bed and leaned against the headboard, a satsified smile on his face.
„Guess we‘re both in trouble now.“
Realization dawned into you, making you want to put your head through the wall. Of course.
That bastard. That absolute fucking piece of garbage had tricked you. And you fell for it like a complete fucking idiot.
Remus‘ hand tightend in your hair as he pulled back enough to force your eyes on his. And he was not amused. Daddy was livid.
„I tell you to be quiet like good little pups should be and you start arguing - no - screaming right in front of me? Shame, pup I though you were smarter than falling for James‘ games.“
Your eyes watered, thruthfully this time, and you glanced up pleadingly through your wet lashes.
„Daddy-“
„Mm-mm“ Remus tutted and shoved you on the bed next to James, cracking his neck as he took in a deep breath to calm himself.
„I just wanted to get my shit done without any of you interrupting me“ Remus said calmly, hands undoing his belt, „Is that too much to ask for? You think it‘s alright for you to act up after I‘ve been so good to you?“
„No Daddy, it‘s not alright“ Came the reply from both of as you hung your head in shame. Remus wasn‘t playful today.
Crouching down in front of you he grabbed both of your chins and raised your heads.
„I‘m really fucking angry right now“ Remus‘ voice was quiet, but the slight tremor confirmed his statement, „so you better be good.“
„Yes Daddy.“ Another response from you two.
„How many do you think James deserves?“
That made you glance at James in surprise and you felt a sense of power rush through you with the way his baby blue eyes pleadingly stared into your own.
„Twenty, Daddy. But with your belt.“
Remus nodded, considering the answer.
„I was thinking about fifteen, but twenty it is. Alright, you‘ll get twenty then, darling.“
Why the hell was he looking at you expectantly.
Wait no!
„Uh, Daddy?“
Remus just gave you an uninterested glance, hands impatiently waving to make you turn around and bend over the mattress.
„I knew you wouldn‘t be thruthful, that‘s why I phrased it the way I did. Turn.“
Biting your lip to keep yourself from cursing you turned around, bending aver the edge of the bed with your arms secured behind you.
„Wipe the smile off your face James or you‘ll get double.“
James instantly turned his face blank as he watched Remus tug down your clothes to reveal the soft flesh of your behind.
„She‘s going to suck you off, but you aren‘t going to cum. Need a little training in edging anyway, you desperate boy.“
James blushed when Remus brought up his inability to keep himself from cumming. It‘s not like it was his fault that Remus was so good in what he was doing. James simply couldn’t resist. But now he had to.
„I don‘t want to suck him off“ You whined, too proud to pleasure your boyfriend.
A loud cracking sound, followed by sharp pain on the back of your thighs made you cry out in pain.
„Repeat youself, I dare you.“ Remus growled, fist clenching so tightly you heard the leather strain.
You clamped your mouth shut and glanced up at James through your lashes. His thumb brushed over your lips, reassuring you that you were safe. The intensity of Remus‘ dominance could be overwhelming at times, which is why James felt like it was his responsibility to calm you with little acts of reassurance from time to time.
Parting your lips, his thumb slid in. He didn‘t move his hand, just lightly pressing down on your tongue, chewing his bottom lip as he watched you suck softly.
You heard the clank of the belt falling on the floor and seconds later Remus‘ hands were on James pants, hand dipping inside to pull him out.
Fuck.
James was hard already, tip flushed beautifully. Breathy gasps escaped his dry lips when Remus pumped him a few times, angling his cock so the tip was resting against your cheek. Remus and James watched as little beads of precum smeared across your face, marking you in his scent.
„Lookin‘ so pretty with cum on your face, darling.“ Remus rasped, clearly affected by your big begging eyes and open mouth still sucking James‘ thumb.
„Will you suck him now?“
You nodded before he could finish talking, wanting to feel the hot flesh on your tongue.
„Please, wanna suck him, he‘s so pretty like this..“ Your voice trailed off when James bucked his cock against your mouth, a sucker for praises.
Remus didn‘t answer, only grabbed your head and pushed you down on James, cursing softly when both of you moaned in delight. His own pants felt tight and he just wanted to sink into you, to ravish you and make you moan again. Remus had always had a weakness for sounds, especially when he was the one who caused them. And hearing your high pitched moans and James‘ breathy groans made him go insane with lust.
Remus left your side to pick up his belt again, trailing your flesh with the leather. Every brush left goosebumps in its wake and you clenched your legs in anticipation.
„Don‘t move and don‘t make a sound.“
Not even a second after, you heard the crack of his belt in the air and dug your nails into James‘ thighs in pain. The latter hissed but welcomed it, letting it distract him from cumming without permission.
Oh no, he won’t get off so easy.
Remus was absolutely not holding back with the force behind his every smack. His breathing was heavy as he watched you skin first turn pink, then red. God, it made him so hot to see you take whatever he gave without question, to get on your knees and stick a cock in your mouth whenever he wanted you to.
James on the other hand was close to passing out, whimpering a strained „F-fuck“ when you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. He dug his hands into your hair to slow you down only to receive a slap on his flushed face from Remus.
„You better fucking take it like a good bitch, James.“ Remus glowered down at his submissive.
James gasped when your hand wiggled between his legs to press just underneath his balls, hips twitching from the pressure on his prostate.
„Not fair“ James whined, „She‘s doing other things too!“
Remus slapped him again, twice. „What did I say?“
„I‘ll take it, I‘m sorry. But it feels so good, please let me cum!“ James blinked up at his friend in frenzy, anxiously biting his lips raw.
Remus focused in his glistening lips and cursed loudly. He really, really wanted to see James cum. James is always so pretty when he cums, with his bright eyes glossing over.
You noticed the shift on Remus‘ face and pulled away, glaring at James when he tried to push back inside your mouth.
„Daddy“ You hissed, „I thought that this was supposed to be his punishment? Don‘t tell me he swayed you already“
Now that seemed to reign Remus back in because he turned towards you, anger rapidly rising again.
„Oh no“ Remus replied calmly, „I want you to ruin his orgasm.“
James’ mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly in shock of what the fuck Remus had said. He turned to you and nearly burst out in tears when he realized that Remus really had uttered those disgusting words.
“Uh, hold on a moment” James cleared his throat, “These punishments are not distributed equally, I demand a retrial.”
You nearly laughed but bit your lip when you saw Remus smirk cruelly. Remus gestured you to step away and took your place on the ground between James’ still trembling thighs. Not bothering to answer, Remus wrapped his hands around James again, commanding you to pin his hands to the matress next to his open legs.
“Thisismyjustice, James. Start being a good boy or get used to it.”
Remus opened his mouth and licked at James’ cock, keeping his eyes on the others face. His hands continued to press on his prostate and play with his balls, feeling them contract every time he hallowed his cheeks to suck harder.
“Moony, please, Moony just let me cum. I’m so c-close!”
Remus smirked and went faster, enjoying the was James broke eye contact to throw his head back, broken whimpers escaping his mouth.
“Moony!”
And Remus pulled away, watching as James continued to cum without the stimulation. James cried out in frustration, actual tears escaping his glossy eyes to drip over flushed cheeks.
“Dont cry James, you know I hate it when you act like a baby.”
Remus got so close that his nose was touching James’.
“Have you learned you fucking lesson then?”
James clenched his jaw in anger, wanting to slap the other boy across his pretty face.
I had this idea in my head for quite some time, might write more or maybe not idk yet
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Remus‘ bright eyes slowly slid over your sleeping figure, eyes appreciating the gentle rise of your barely covered chest. His footsteps were soundless as he made his way over, every step in your direction revealing more of your bare legs which were tangled in the sheets.
The room was quiet and dark, but Remus didn‘t need light to see you, the animal simmering just underneath his already boiling blood provided him with many gifts. One of which was night vision.
Remus tried to fight against the desperation rising in his body, arguing with himself that what he was thinking was wrong.
That watching you sleep was wrong.
That wanting to sink his teeth in your soft flesh was wrong.
That wanting to see the fear in your eyes being replaced with need was wrong.
Why should it be wrong? Look at her…
Remus clenched his jaw and shook his head to silence his mind. But there was also another feeling.
Longing.
Remus longed for you. He ached for you. His need for you overwhelmed him sometimes, just as it did in this very moment. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and breathe you in.
Taking one last step he stood right before your clueless form, sinking on his knees. His face was so close to yours that he could feel the soft puffs of air escaping your gently parted lips. He could smell the shampoo in your hair and count your lashes.
‚Reach out‘, his animal cooed, ,Feel if she‘s as soft as we thought she would be‘
Remus bit his lip, breath catching in his throat with the thought of his fingertips sliding over your bare chest.
,Maybe I could- just this once‘, he promised himself, but it sounded more like a beg.
‚Yes‘, the animal agreed, ‚Just this once..‘
And so the deal was made.
His animal had a taste now, crushing Remus‘ morals and willpower in it‘s widely unhinged jaws, unwilling to let go of control.
Needy James is my religion, can i get an amen? Pls how is he so pretty
Warning: 18+
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Something soft was rubbing against your throat. Opening your eyes you realized that James was smearing his lips over your collarbones, his dark hair tickling your chin.
“James” You chidded, carding your hands through his hair softly, “Go back to sleep, my love.”
“Can’t” James whined quietly as to not wake the others, “M’not tired anymore..”
Obviously you knew what he wanted from you, but teasing him seemed a lot more fun then getting straight to the pleasure. His head hidden in the crook of your neck, lips leaving delicate, barely-there kisses along your juglar, one hand already slipping between your bare thighs to play with the waistband of your panties.
“Need you” He simpered, lifting his head to cast you a pleading look, “Please?”
His voice had that lovely lilt to it whenever he got espacially needy and let you know that he was in the mood to be submissive. His face was the picture perfect representation of desperate, red glistening lips jutting out in an adorable pout, blue eyes twinkling with adoration.
“Hmm” You let out gently, “Tell me what you want first, darling.”
James groaned and let his head fall against your chest, lips locking around your exposed nipple. He suckled gently and you let him, breathy sounds escaping you when he used his tongue.
“Wanna make you feel good” He mumbled, voice slightly muffled by your soft flesh between his lips, “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you, please..”
You felt his fingers push your underwear aside, fingers tracing the up and down your slit, before they settled on your clit. James glanced up at you through his lashes, still sucking on your nipple.
“Want you to kiss me down there” You commanded, but kept your voice down. You had to be quiet.
“Thank you, thank you” James purred, kissing his way down and settled between your open thighs, holding them open firmly with his muscular arms.
James rubbed his nose along your inner thighs before he pressed the tip on your clothed center, inhaling your scent. Letting out a breathy whimper he pushed the fabric aside with his teeth, breathing turning to pants when as he watched you move your hips slightly.
“James” You gasped, “Don’t tease, you know what happens when you do, right pretty boy?”
James nodded quickly and pressed his mouth on your clit, tongue sliping down to lick at your entrance.
Back arching your let your eyes drift close, focusing on the way James‘ mouth made you slip in a state of pure bliss. The pleasure steadily building up in your veins you let out soft moans, praises slipping from between loose lips.
„That’s it love“ You muttered, staring down at him.
James preened at the praise and went harder, two fingers slipping inside to make you cum faster. He was wanted to feel you clench around him as you came, wanted to taste you.
„Please cum in my mouth“ James begged, groaning when you clenched at his words, „Please let me taste you“
„Oh oh James there ah-“
James curled his fingers and sucked hard on your clit, his free hand pinching your nipple. Locking your legs around his head you pressed him so close you were sure that he couldn‘t breathe, cumming so hard that the only sound you had energy for was a choked whimper.
James let out throaty moans, lapping your cum up eagerly and you let him clean you up.
„So good“ James whispered, kissing his way up to your lips to kiss you.
You basked on his kiss for a while and calmed yourself down, trailing your hands up and down his smooth back.
„Let me-“
„No“ James declined and gave you a soft grin, „Don‘t want anythin‘, jus‘ wanted a taste.“
You pulled him close to you, forcing him to rest his weight on your body and fell back asleep.
I dont know if i want remus to be my daddy or me his the struggle-
Poly!marauders and i died a litte y r they so hot
Warning: 18+
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Remus smeared his smiling lips across your flushed cheekbones, enjoying the way you bashfully tried to close your legs to protect your modesty.
„Aw baby“ Remus pouts and gently pries your thighs open again, „C‘mon don‘t you wanna show them how good Daddy trained you?“
You glance between the two males who were stationed between your now open legs, staring at you with so much need it made shiver in anticipation.
„Yeah love, don‘t be like that“ James rasped, throat constricted with the need to get his hands on you.
You opened your legs further, uncovering your breasts and tucked your head beneath Remus‘ chin to seek comfort. The dom kissed your crown comfortingly, nearly purring with delight at your compliance.
„Good baby“ He rumbled, your back vibrating with the deep baritone of his voice, „List the rules for James and Sirius.“
„Daddy decides when we get to cum and how. You need to obey him, elsewise he will throw you out.“
Remus nodded approvingly and stroked your breasts with his big palms, your hardened nipples catching between his thumb and index finger.
„You heard her boys“ Remus drawled, „If you step out of line, you will get punished accordingly.“
Sirius tried to mask the excitement of receiving a punishment from his best friend with a curt nod, but you saw the twinkle in his gray eyes. And so did Remus.
„Sirius“ Remus warned and carefully eyed his friend, „Behave.“
James grew antsy watching Remus play with your tits, your breathing irregular as you bucked against his hands. Remus leaned over your shoulder to lick a broad stripe over your breasts, sucking on your nipples carefully.
„Remus“ James let out, softly rubbing his cheek against your bare inner thighs like a little kitten. You felt his hot breath on your soaked cunt and clenched at the faint feeling, making James let out breathy moans.
Sirius mimicked James‘ actions and leaned on your other thigh, their eyes fixated on your clenching cunt. You trembled in Remus‘ arms, letting out silent gasps whenever his teeth would drag across your nipples and bite down gently.
„Boys“ Remus’ voice was thick with desire, „Make my baby cum, hm?“
Sirius was already peppering your flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses, leaving little bruises in his wake. He sucked on your skin right next to your clit making you shoot him pleading looks as he glanced up from beneath his dark lashes.
„Wanna lick her cunt“ Sirius‘ voice was barely above a whisper, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit from the side.
„No!“ James whined, his middle finger rubbing up and down your slit to spread your wetness, „I wanna go first!“
Sirius glared at the boy on the ground next to him and literally bit his finger to chase him away. Remus wasn‘t pleased.
„If you act like bratty little boys none of you will get to have my baby“ Remus sneered, hand tugging away Sirius‘ face from between your legs, „No biting, Pads.“
„ButRemus“ James moaned in yearning, „Look at her needy pussy, she needs my fingers inside it. Look at how she clenched at the mere suggestion!“
True to his words you were growing restless with Remus still teasing your tits and Sirius‘ pitiful expression, filled with so much despair that you wanted to sit on his pretty face and never let him leave again.
„Daddy“ You said meekly, nuzzling his soft throat as you pleaded with him, „Please, let them touch me.“
Remus caught your lips with his in a filthy, hot kiss and pushed his hands under your knees to pull your legs wide open. Groaning into your mouth when you sucked on his tongue he reluctantly pulled away, slightly regretting not being alone with you right now.
„James“ Remus called and James immediately perked up, „you get to make her cum.“
James surged up to press a grateful kiss to his friend’s cheek and gave you a shy smile, settling back down on his knees to wait for further instructions. Sirius huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring at the smug boy beside him.
„Sirius“ Remus turned his attention to his other friend, „I want you to make James and yourself cum. Can you do that for me, love?“
Sirius quickly nodded, a bashful smile on his face at the pet name.
„Yes, Remus.“
Remus cooed at his friend‘s submissive behavior, softly tapping his red cheek with his palm. „Go ahead, love.“
Sirius moved to kneel behind James, his fingers working open the zipper of his pants and took him out of his confines. James let out soft sounds, before leaning in and pressing a tentative kiss on your swollen clit. You shuddered and let your head fall back against Remus‘ strong shoulder, baring your throat to his playful nips.
James slowly trailed his tongue down your slit and slipped inside of your cunt, locking his lips around your clit to suck on it. You gasped at the sparks of electricity spreading all over your shivering body and let out a loud whimper when James replaced his tongue with two fingers.
„Oh you like that, don‘t you“ Remus grinned and bit your jaw gently, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, „You like all the attention? The way I let my friends make you cum?“
James moaned as well when Sirius‘ thumb brushed over his flushed tip to collect his precum, fucking into his friend’s tight fist.
„Fuck Sirius“ James groaned and let out another surprised, but pleased moan.
„Oh fuck! Is that your cock? Fuck so hot ah please don‘t stop!“
Sirius‘ head fell against James‘ shoulder from behind as he rutted his own cock against James‘ bare back, timing his thrusts with James‘ against his fist.
„Make her cum“ Sirius growled out, „Or I won‘t let you, James.“
Remus didn‘t really care if Sirius dominated James, knowing that he had the last say in the matter anyway. Besides it was hot to watch his two beautiful mates pleasure each other so intimately and openly, giving their all to not only please his precious girl but him as well. Obedience was what Remus got off on and fucking hell was he being provided by it.
Writhing on Remus‘ lap, moaning was the only thing you could do. James‘ fingers brushed so delicately over your g-spot with every curl, his hot breath and vibrations against your throbbing clit made you cry out in ecstasy.
„Daddy!“ You shouted, your hands intertwining with his, „Please, I‘m close. Please let me cum!“
Remus rewarded you with a simple nod and moved his thick fingers on your clit now, applying pressure just the way he knew would get you off.
„Cum, baby. Boys, you hold it.“
Sirius and James let out pathetic cries and whipped their teary eyes up towards their friend.
„Remus please!“ James begged, interrupted by Sirius‘ painful whimpers.
„Remus!“ Sirius cried out, biting James‘ shoulder to keep himself together.
You wanted to cum with them so badly, you wanted to watch their faces as your orgasm washed over you.
„Daddy please let them cum!“ You begged as well, staring up at your dom with equally glassy eyes.
Remus took a moment to act as if he was thinking before he gave you a teasing smile.
„How much do you want to cum boys?“
James was sobbing by now, face screwed up in utter bliss, much like Sirius who could only be described as a mess.
„We‘ll do anything!“ Sirius slurred in his haze, blinking up at Remus through bleary eyes.
Pleased with Sirius, he turned to James and raised his brow, acting utterly unaffected by his begging.
„James?“ He asked expectantly.
„Please!“ James all but wailed, his screams mixing with yours as you held off your own release.
„Cum!“ Remus barked out and watched as all of his beautiful subs fell silent at the same time, mouths opening in silent screams. Fuck the sight was so lewd and filthy, making Remus tremble as he felt your body tighten in his arms and heard your breathy cries seconds later.
„Daddy!“ You chanted over and over again, your voice sometimes drowned out by the boy‘s deep cries of „Remus!“
James groaned uncomfortably after awhile and let out a giggle.
„Sirius, mate when was the last time you jerked off, ‘cause with the amount of cum on my back-“
The other boy bit down hard on James‘ shoulder, laughing when James yelped in pain.
„Want me to wipe your cum on your face? ‘Cause I will.“
„Hush“ Remus chuckled and put away the cloth he cleaned you up with. „Go shower. Then come back here and let me cuddle you.“
The two boys quickly raced to the bathroom, simply sharing the shower like they‘ve done countless of times before and plopped down on top of you in record time.
Remus didn‘t feel the need to get off, simply enjoying your pleasures as if they were his own. He was tired anyway, sore from the last moon and was content with holding your three close to his chest.
It’s 03:43 and I missed writing James, uf i love this one
Warning: 18+
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Oh, James is a breathtaking sight. With his dark hair and twinkling eyes, his tall toned body and charming smile. His smooth voice and irresistible accent. He is the whole package.
Lost in thought you imagined him fucking you against the wall, his big hand over your mouth to contain your moans as he pounded you aggressively-
„Hey“ Lily chirped, leaning over the table to give you a friendly hug, „Sorry I‘m late, head girl shit.“
You hugged her back, acting as if you didn‘t just imagine getting absolutely railed by the fellow head boy.
„Don‘t worry ‘bout it. Haven‘t been long anyway.“
Lily rolled her eyes and gave you a teasing smile.
„Knowing you, you probably showed up fifteen minutes early to be polite. You can give me shit you know, I deserve it.“
You laughed lightly before you furrowed your brows dramatically and held up a finger much like Professor McGonagall when she lectured the marauders again.
„Lily Evans you little shit. Hopefully you will have a long dreadful nightmare for the shit you put me through!“
Lily smirked at you and nodded, impressed with your choice of words.
„That would be James trying to hug me again, so no thank you.“ She clapped her hands. „Right, lets start.“
You couldn‘t help but think of just how fucking hot it would be to be in James‘ strong arm. Breathless moans and impatient hands tugging down your skirt. His hands all over your body, slowly moving down towards your-
Fuck.
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Sometime during your meetup Remus appeared and sat down with you. Then came Peter. With him Sirius and of course James.
„I swear Black if you don‘t shut the fuck up“ Lily said forcefully, very close to yelling, „I‘m gonna beat your stupid face with this book!“
Sirius’ wand fell from between his clenched jaw, he was trying to impersonate a growling dog, and he rolled his eyes.
„Calm down, Evans. Besides, Remus would totally not appreciate that, considering my face is number one in his list of“, he cleared his throat theatrically, „Reasons why Sirius Black is the most enchanting being I‘ve ever fucked.“
Remus, already used to Sirius‘ crude remarks, just continued to read his book, his index finger tracing shapes on Sirius‘ palm absentmindedly.
„I agree“ Remus mumbled, missing the way Sirius blushed and melted with his next words, „Sirius is enchanting.“
Sirius, content with the attention he got, leaned his head against his boyfriends shoulder and finally shut his mouth. Lily smiled gratefully at Remus, who send her a wink, the corner of his lips pulling up slightly to show that he had said it on purpose. Not that they needed to know just how accurate Sirius had been with the list.
You threw a glance at James and saw him engrossed with his potions textbook, lips moving silently as he read through the pages. Taking the time to admire him from up close, you watched how his brows would furrow and ease up whenever he worked out a problem, how he would bite his lip in concentration or scratch his nose and push up his glasses when they slipped down his nose.
Truly handsome. Sex on legs.
Fuck why can‘t he just touch you already.
For someone who flirts on the daily he sure was oblivious to girls who were actually interested in him. And not gay, unlike Lily, who literally had a pin on her bag with the lesbian flag on it.
Might get a pin with “Fuck me James“ printed on it. Maybe then he‘ll know, you thought bitterly.
You had already planned a whole color scheme for the pins when a foot nudged your shin under the table and forced you out of your head.
„Need help“ James whispered and slid his worksheet over to you, „Please?“
Oh hell yes. No need to beg, Potter.
„Sure“ You said, congratulating yourself for sounding confident, „Give me a min.“
Reading through the question your took a moment to think about the answer, scribbling it down yourself instead of telling him. You weren‘t sure how long you could gaze into his eyes and act like you didn‘t have wet dreams about him.
Satisfied you looked back up and noticed him already looking at you, or more specifically your mouth.
A devilish idea crossed your mind. Oh, yes.
Acting as if you were still thinking, you bit your lip softly, tracing your bottom lip with your tongue to leave it glistening pink. James swallowed, hand loosening his tie and he lowered his head with blushing cheeks.
„Here“ You smiled, gently sliding the paper back to him and shivered a little when your fingertips touched.
His fingers had to business being so close to the top of the sheet, considering he was sitting across from you and could have just grabbed the bottom part. Hope flared in your chest when you saw him just as taken aback by the touch and you basked in the radiant grin he shot you from under his mop of hair.
Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you let out a small breath, thighs clenching.
Oh James.
„I should get going“ You said after a while, not in the mood to study anymore.
James‘ head whipped up and he got up as well, packing his bag in time with you. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you refrained from making your excitement too obvious.
„Yeah me too, I‘m tired. Goodnight.“ James rushed and gently pulled you along by the strap of your bag.
The others just grumbled in response, Sirius fast asleep and drooling while Remus waved his hand dismissively. Lily muttered a quick, „I‘ll join in a few minutes“, which actually translates to hours.
Since the others aren‘t here I could have some alone time with James.
Oh shit, there goes your brain. It was really creative when it came to imagening James‘ moans, considering you never heard them before. Or his dick. Fuck.
You silently made your way upstairs and sadly it was an awkward one. Frankly you blamed James for being so hot that you literally had no clue what to say, not knowing that he thought the exact same thing. Sure he is all for, „Everyone can wear what they bloody want“ and he had proven that point by wearing skirts multiple times, but fuck-
You in that skirt has to be criminal by some kind of law right? Has to be a sin in some kind of religion? And don‘t get him started on your lips-
James shook his head to get rid of the mental images and focused on his breathing. Praying that you wouldn’t see his boner.
Somehow you had made it to the empty common room and turned to each other at the same time to say goodnight. Both of you had not considered the distance between your faces, which proved to be extremely short with your noses bumping painfully.
„I‘m so-“
Your words died down when James kissed you hard, his big hands - oh those big, callous hands you‘ve been dreaming about for weeks finally touching your cheeks to pull you impossibly close.
Stunned by his sudden desire to kiss you, you pulled your head away to look into his face and what you saw made you smash your lips on his and his back against the wall.
His quiet, absolutely submissive noises shot straight into your blood and you press your hips against his to hear more of it. His arms were wrapped around your neck, hands buried in your hair as he opened your legs with his knee to press his thigh between your legs.
The rough fabric of his pants made you shudder and your hands slid down his upper body until you got to his cock. James head sank against the wall with a dirty moan as you put your hand in his pants to touch him. Shit, his skin was so soft and hot and he already has precum on the tip.
James lips met yours sloppily as he pushed you backwards onto the couch and sank down between you legs on the ground, moving your feet to rest on the cushion. He clearly didn‘t have any more patience in him and made quick work of pushing your panties aside to rub his fingers against your soaking entrance.
„Come on, James“ You moaned, bucking against him when he finally pushed two fingers inside.
„Mmm look at you“ James groaned out, leaving kisses along your inner thighs and let out wanton sound when your cunt clenched around him.
You didn‘t care about anything but his fingers fucking you at this point, whining when the cool metal of his ring pressed against your clit. You jerked at the hot sensation of his tongue curling around your clit, greedily sucking your pussy lips into his mouth.
„Oh James!“ You whimpered breathlessly, pulling his face so close that his nose was smushed against your lower belly, feeling the vibrations of every moan he let out shoot directly to your cunt.
Pulling him up by his hair you kissed him again, panting into his open mouth when he kept pistoning his fingers into your cunt.
„Please let me fuck you“ James begged needily, brows pinched in longing to feel you around his throbbing cock, „Please I can‘t wait anymore!“
Instead of answering, you pushed his pants down with your heels and trapped him between your legs. James hissed in relief when he felt some kind of friction on his cock and eased himself inside.
„Oh“ James let out a broken whimper, head thrown back in sheer bliss, „Feel so good.“
You couldn’t answer, way to enamored with the way he stretched you open so deliciously, watching his cock push into your body. Oh fuck, the sight was so dirty and crass and yet you couldn‘t take your eyes off him.
„James“ You gasped with difficulty, „James please ‘m‘gonna cum!“
James bend your legs so they were over his shoulders and pounded you harshly, face screwed up in ecstasy with the way you cried out his name. Your moans cut off only to be replaced by sobs when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot over and over again.
„Yes yes yes“ James chanted, pressing his forehead on yours to stare at your dazed expression, „tell me how you feel!“
Your shook your head quickly, signaling him that you couldn‘t possibly form a coherent sentence, but his persisted.
„Tell me how you feel!“ James hissed, thumb suddenly on your clit and you broke.
„Good good so fucking good“ You cried, latching on his body to encourage him to fuck you harder.
„Prove it“ James moaned brokenly, „Cum for me!“
His other hand wrapped around your delicate throat and squeezed firmly, making you tip over the edge and cry out your release. James‘ orgasm made him tremble so violently that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore, collapsing on your chest with a deep throaty whimper as he filled your cunt with his hot cum.
„Fuck yes“ James ground out, hips still pushing in and out of you, like he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping. He raised his head to watch you, his pupils still dilated, pink lips quivering with aftershocks.
James looked absolutely wrecked and satisfied. He stared at you as if staring at a goddess, nuzzling close to hear your heartbeat.
„You okay?“ James asked quietly and tucked himself back in to help you clean up.
„Yeah, perfect.“ You grinned, letting him help you up and pull you towards his dorm.
He gave you a playful smile, but you saw the slight nervousness in his eyes.
„Stay?“
God, yes. Finally. Fuck those pins, who needs them.
Wanted to try a male reader for once and i really enjoyed writing this :) One of my favs dare I say. Have fun!
Warning: 18+
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„You said you didn‘t want it!“ Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense when you threw the empty chocolate pack at him.
„I was being polite!“ You protested, „Posh boys like you should know that!“
Sirius‘ eyes narrowed and he threw the pack at your head this time. „I am not a posh boy, fucker. You better fucking kiss my feet or I will-“
You tackled him with a cry, hitting his face repeatedly with a pillow. Your body jerked on top of his rhythmically, which either meant that he was laughing or chocking to death. And you really hoped it be the latter.
„Don‘t you fucking dare asshole! You promised not to bring it up!“
His next words came out muffled from underneath the soft fabric, which began to feel not so soft, considering that you were pressing pretty hard. Sirius started to panic and yelled out a „Help! Help! I‘m dying!“
You felt strong arms wrap around your stomach and drag you away from your murder mission.
„Let me go! He needs to die!“
James was laughing so hard at Sirius‘ horrified face that even he had trouble keeping you at bay.
„This is bullying! I‘ll tell Minnie! You fucking lutanic!“
„Minnie doesn‘t care about your sob story, she would be delighted to find out I killed you before she could with all of your missing homework!“
Sirius barreled towards you with a battle cry, but James threw you to the side, effectively blocking the tackle with his body. Sirius must have aimed to hurt you a little, because James fell down with an painfully loud thud.
„Bloody hell, Pads. That bloody hurt.“ James groaned, rubbing his ribs soothingly.
Sirius scrambled up and helped his friend off the ground, throwing you a dark look. You sneered at him, sitting down on the bed farthest away. James grinned at his friend, mouth opening to make fun of him.
„How could he hold you down like that? He‘s smaller than you!“
Sirius huffed, blushing a little with embarrassment and he turned away, presumably to hide his red cheeks. „He had an advantage. I was being strangled, mind you.“
„Strangled my ass“ you said under your breath and crossed your arms petulantly. „He made fun of me. Again!“
James raised a brow in amusement, eyes flickering towards you and you groaned when you saw his expression. Here we go.
„Is it about a certain wolf?“
Sirius turned around so fast you heard his ankles crack and moved to stand next to his friend, delighted to have him at his side and chuckled. Your scowl darkened and you got up, trying to push though your friends to leave.
„Fuck off, both of you. I‘m leaving.“
Sirius stopped laughing and raised his hands in defeat. „Oh come on, don‘t be ridiculous, we‘re only taking a piss mate.“
Your mouth fell open to hurl more curses at him when you saw Remus appear behind the two boys and clamped your mouth shut again. Fuck, was your hair alright? You secretly smoothed it over, glaring at James when he wiggled his brows suggestively.
„Alright, everyone?“ Remus asked, voice exhausted and he fell down next to you on the bed, sighing with relief when his aching joints didn‘t have to carry his weight anymore. The moon was taking a toll on him.
„Are you alright?“ Your voice came out worried and you stroked through his messy curls. Remus only let out a tired „Mhm“ as he sank down further into the mattress, pressing into your hand.
„Is it the moon?“
„Mhm.“
„Are you hurting already?“
Sirius chimed in from his bed. „I think it‘s safe to say that the old man is always hurting.“
You glared at him. „Shut up, Black. No one asked you.“
Sirius huffed and turned his back towards you with a dramatic toss of his dark hair, pulling his curtains closed.
This time James spoke up, peaking his head from the corner of the bathroom door. Some of his toothpaste spilled over when he opened his mouth and you grimaced at the disgusting sight. James and Sirius seemed to share one braincell. A part-time braincell, that was clearly rusty at this point from being so rarely used.
„Need anything?“
Remus jerked, clearing jostled awake from his little slumber and groaned in annoyance. „Peace and quiet. Oh wait, that‘s death.“
You couldn‘t help the snort that escaped you at his deadpanned tone and whacked him on the head. Remus cracked an eye open and smiled at your amusement. You schooled your expression and held your hand up in a mock salute.
„No one is dying. And if, then we‘ll do it together.“
There was a series of Amen‘sand you nodded in satisfaction, like a general who never liked being told no. Already dressed in your pajamas, or actually only your pajama pants, you crawled into your own bed, across from Remus‘. You wished that Remus would have clasped your wrist and made you stay, he did that sometimes, but alas it was just a wish. You had it bad for the boy, fingers still tingling with the feel of his hair. You thought about what it would be like to kiss him, to touch his scars and feel his breath on your face when you slept.
You huffed frustratedly when your brain forced stupid scenarios into your mind. Fuck, were they nice ones at that.
No, he isn‘t gay, brain! Fucking stop with the mental images!
Your brain decided to one up itself and showed you a very suggestive image of Remus on his knees, sucking your dick with such contentment it made your breath hitch.
Fuck.
Or Remus on his hands and knees, every little detail of his body on display, making such lovely keening noises you thought you had died for sure.
Oh fuck.
You opened you eyes instantly to stop the dirty thoughts of your best mate, mind you, and tried to calm your breathing. Apparently, meditation is a hoax, because no matter how many sheeps you counted or deep breaths you took, your brain was still convinced that Remus sucking you off was the hottest thing ever. And it is the hottest thing ever, you agreed. So did your raging boner.
Only this once.
Against your better judgement your hand trailed down your chest towards your pants, slipping under the waistband of your underwear. Your hand wrapped around your hard cock and imagined Remus on top of you, kissing your lips feverishly. Groaning and moaning into your mouth, telling you how good you feel around him. Telling you how long he had waited for this moment. Biting your lip you moved faster, stifling your groans when your palm spread your precum over the sensitive tip. You were so close, head thrown back in pleasure, fuck so close so clo-
„Shit sorry!“
Somehow you managed to pick up a shocked gasp through your trance and your eyes opened wide, jerking violently. And here he was, the source of your inescapable desire. Remus fucking Lupin. Who just caught you wanking. Your brain has meanwhile decided to pack its suitcase and piss off, because suddenly you couldn’t produce a single clear sentence. It felt like being a baby all over again, not knowing how to use your voice or twists your tongue to get the right words out. Not that there was anything to say, you couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t touching yourself.So, you just stare at him like a moron, your hand still in your fucking pants. Slowly but surely you felt your face heat up and you didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, too scared to scare Remus away.
His eyes were fixed on your hand, teeth biting his lip. Not knowing what to do, he apparently decided to just stand there. The curtains of your bed were gripped tightly in his fist, as if it were the only thing that kept him steady at the moment. The both of you stared at each other for a good minute, digesting the embarrassment of the situation until Remus climbed into your bed.
Wait.
Alarm bells rang shrill in your head, the nerve cells in your skull burst into panic.
Remus in your bed.
Crawling between your legs.
Your hand still in your pants.
What.
„Let me help?“ Remus‘ voice was raspy, slightly scared that you‘ll reject him. He was seated between your knees now, wringing his scarred hands nervously. It took you a few seconds to register what he had said as you blinked at him in mortification.
Remus hung his head, nodding to himself as if he had known that this would happen and moved away. Fuck, no come back. Brain! Say something!
Your brain was still hyperventilating however, so your legs decided to give you a hand, definitly under the order of your hard cock, which was already throbbing with excitement. You snap your legs shut, trapping Remus’ upper body between your thighs and pulled him on top of you. Not expecting the move, Remus fell forward and his lips smashed on yours.
Oh wow.
This was better than you expected. This exeeds all 638 fantasies you ever had of this moment. This was real.
You kissed for a while, both of you falling into each others arms to feel as close as possible, grinding your cocks on each other like horny teens. Which you were, to be precise. You moved your head to the side to break the kiss, grinning at Remus’ lust hazy expression and bucked your hips up again.
“I’ll have that help now, if you’re still offering…” You whispered, basking in the boyish grin of the wolf.
Moving to wipe your hand on your bedsheet to finally touch him, Remus caught your hand and brought it to his mouth. You whined quietly when you felt his tongue tickle your palm. Remus mmm‘d softly, a devilish glint twinkling in his bright eyes.
Lifting your hips, Remus pulled down your pants and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch. Nothing in the world could keep your from branding the sight of Remus licking your cock into the depths of your mind.
Remus leaned in, mouthing at the skin of your stomach, inching closer to your weeping tip. He took his time, breathing your scent in deeply, his eyes closed.
„Come on Moony“ you urged, lifting your hips. Remus held you down, smirking up at you teasingly.
„Either you let me go in my own pace or you can suck it yourself.“
You immediately stilled and made a motion of locking your lips with an imaginary key. Remus chuckled soundlessly and you nearly, nearly, bucked your hips up again. His mouth was so hot and wet and god it was really Remus sucking your cock. The thought alone made you shudder and writhe under him, your hands burried in his curls. Remus may not know much about blowjobs, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. His moan was just filthy, the way he looked at you through his eyelashes as if he just wanted to devour you, to break you into pieces.
“Oh Remus” you groaned into your fist, knuckles white from gripping his hair so tightly, “Wait ah fuck please wait!”
Remus rolled his eyes and pulled away, raising his brow at you. His facial expression was something akin to “How dare you interrupt me?”
You took deep breaths to hold yourself from cumming when he smeared the tip of your cock against his glistening lips, coating himself in your cum while he glared at you. This boy is sin.
“Wanna cum with you” you explained breathlessly, pulling him up to smash your lips on his. Remus groaned low in his throat when you sucked his lips, moving to straddle your lap. The rough fabric of his pants made you snort contemptuously and you tugged at the waistband, mumbling an annoyed “Off.”
Remus seemed to agree, with the way he nearly ripped the zipper clean off and finally he was naked. Not fully, but you let him be, knowing he’d be insecure about his scars. You’ll work on that next time. Next time.
Remus placed his hands on his thighs, letting you admire his body. His confidence shot up by the way your breathing got heavier and your cock twitched under his. Every millimeter of your skin is touching, both of you slowly rocking your cocks against the other. Your cum mixed and made it easier to move and you took them in your hands, a huge breath escaping your lips with the sudden rush of electricity. Remus quickly casted a silencing charm and gave into the pleasure, setting a fast pace by thrusting his cock in your fist.
“Fuck you feel so good” Remus groaned and squeezed your wrists, “I’ve wanted this for so long”
You nearly laughed by how ridiculously acurate your fantasies had been and gripped harder, crying out when Remus leaned down to bite your shoulder hard, leaving imprints of his teeth on your flesh.
“’M’not gonna la- ohMoonyfuck” You were lost in your pleasure, already sensitive with your denied orgasm from before. Remus slapped your hand away and spit on your cocks, taking them in his hands this time. His pace was aggressive and impatient, hand unyielding and he rocked his hips as fast as he could.
“Want you to cum on my cock” Remus grunted, his other hand gripping your jaw to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown out, as if he was on a high. You felt him pulse against you, his eyes screwd shut and he came with a loud cry, making you tip over the edge as well. His hand kept going, thighs holding you down when you tried to squirm away.
Bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth, Remus gave it a tentative lick, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue wrapped around his fingers. You watched him hum around his hand and he gave you a satisfied smile, totally in bliss with your little session.
“This was fucking hot” Remus grinned and fell down next to you, blinking at you tiredly.
You bit your lip and mustered up enough courage to squeak out a “So you’re gay?”
Remus gave you a flat look. “I came on your cock didn’t I?”
You cleared your throat and laughed quietly. “Yeah. Yeah you did.” Your voice came out dreamy and you threw your leg over his middle.
And just like that you surrendered to your exhaustion, while Sirius and James were hysterical with exicetment. Their shared braincell was activated and currently made it its mission to come up with ways to catch you next time. Embarassing you was their thing after all.
It had been days without any of your Doms touching you and James was seconds away from breaking the rules. You, of course, being the responsible one told him to calm down, trying to distract him whenever he raged about the punishment. You went as far as cuffing him to yourself at night to make sure that he wouldn‘t masturbate, because Remus would find out.
Sirius and Remus were rubbing it in your face, making out in front of you any chance they had, making you watch when they sucked each other off. James and you had been begging on your knees to at least touch them, but even that request was denied immediately.
„We need Sirius on our side“ James mused. „He‘s a switch, he knows how we feel. No chance in swaying Moony.“
That was true, Remus was the epitome of Dom, ruthless when it came to punishments. He would go out of his way to make the both of you suffer. Sadistic ass.
„I figured as much“ you said, absentmindedly playing with your necklace „but how?“
James smirked at you and bit his lip. „They never said that we couldn‘t touch each other. They only said not to cum.“
You perked up at that in momentary disbelief that James had found a loophole. Remus never made a mistake like that, he knew too damn well that James, being a marauder, would try to wiggle his way out of a punishment without breaking the rules. Unbelievable, you had found a way!
„So you‘re saying-“
„That we should catch Pads alone and make him wanna join us. He‘s our Dom too you know, he gets to bend the rules.“
You squealed at the idea and threw yourself at your fellow sub, both of you laughing with relief. You pressed kisses all over his face, smashing your lips on his.
„I fucking love you Potter.“
James hugged you back in excitement and gave you an arrogant grin. „You better, baby.“
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Everything was set. Remus had a study date today, which meant that he‘d be gone the entire afternoon. James somehow managed to bribe Peter out of the dorm as well. Honestly you were too scared to ask how, so you just accepted it and Sirius should be back any second from his last class of the day.
You had chosen Sirius‘ favorite underwear set, simply black, but very revealing and lacey. James had dimmed the natural light in the room, putting up candles that made you both glow, shadows flickering gently against the walls.
Sirius might be dominant towards you both, but he really was easier to sway then Remus. He had told you often times that seeing you and James together is, in his words, unbelievably hot and makes me want to fuck you both so bad.
And by the looks of it he wasn‘t the only one who lost his composure around you. You let your eyes wander over James‘ naked body appreciatively, watching the way his muscles rippled under the smooth tan skin. He caught you staring and held his hand out, waving you over to him. Now it was his turn to admire your curves, hands twitching as if he was fighting himself to not ravish you on the floor, fuck the rules. Sometimes you wondered how he could be a sub.
„Come here“ James muttered lowly, pulling you to straddle his lap. „You look amazing. Your body is amazing.“
You kissed him back equally as deep, trying to pull away, but his lips kept pulling you back, much like a magnet.
„We should wait“ you moaned between kisses, changing your mind when his hands stroked down your body do grab your ass.
„I can‘t“ James groaned, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in. „I can‘t stay away from you any longer. I might go insane.“
He sucked at your skin as he talked breathlessly, your hips grinding against his cock on their own. Fuck, it‘s been so long. The way your were holding each other, not a single part of your skin untouched, made it pretty clear how desperate you were.
„My, my..“
Your turned around surprised that you hadn‘t heared Sirius come in. James looked up over your shoulder, hands digging into your skin to keep you seated.
„Sirius“ James grinned, „welcome.“
Sirius caught his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning against the door with one shoulder, head cocked to the side. The sight made him ache for his beautiful partners, he wanted to get lost in their touch. This has been hard on him as well, even if he had Remus to please him. But this was a four way relationship for a reason, which meant that he just needs the three of you equally. Sirius simply had too much love and desire in him to be chained to one partner in this lifetime.
He pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to James‘ bed. His pace was slow, a predatory glint in his grey eyes.
„You knew that I‘d be back by now…“ he stated, voice hoarse. His hands came up to stroke through your hair gently making you lean into his touch. God, it‘s been so long that even this felt like a rush of electricity.
Sirius’ dazed expression darkened as he observed the look of bliss on both of your faces. His hands tightened and he tugged hard, exposing your throats to him.
„What the fuck is this then?“ He asked sweetly, his eyes blazing with desire and rage. „Thought you could secretly get off?“
He tugged harshly when he saw James smirk and the boy cursed, eyes tearing slightly. „No. You said that we weren‘t allowed to cum, you never said that there should be no touching..“
There was a fleeting look of realization on his face, before he snarled angrily and let go of your hair to grasp at the side of James‘ face.
„God, James you have no idea just how much I want to make you bleed right now. Why can‘t you be good?“
His tone was full of rage, voice trembling a little and you dug your nails into James‘ shoulder to warn him from responding anything that would make your Dom lose his temper. But this was James, of fucking course he would.
„But Sirius“ he grinned, eyes focused on Sirius‘ mouth, „I amgood.“
Sirius huffed, not able to deny the thruth.
„If any of you cum“ he growls out menacingly „I won‘t stop punishing until I break your skin. Understood?“ His hand yanked at James‘ hair again, the other squeezing around your neck.
„Yes, Sir.“ you gasped out when you noticed that James was too busy moaning at the pain. Fucking masochist.
Sirius gave you one last glare before he let go, seating himself on the opposite bed to watch. He waved his hands impatiently with an unbothered expression on his face, but secretly bursting with excitement to watch his subs play.
„What are you waiting for? Play.“ He lit himself a cigarette, leaning back against the headboard with his legs splayed wide open.
You didn’t have time to process the words before James flipped you over on your back, lips instantly on yours. He was uncoordinated, so desperate that his hands couldn’t stop shaking with lust as they trembled on your body. He was kissing you so deeply, as if he tried to consume your soul through your mouth, whining when his cock bumped into your inner thighs with every grind of your hips.
„Fuck baby, careful“ James whimpered, sinking his teeth into your jaw. „Or I‘ll cum before we start.“
God, James was so needy it made you melt. His callous hands were all over your legs, stopping to play with the hem of your underwear. He pulled back a centimeter only, grinning at you.
„Ready to start?“ You smiled back and nodded, watching him get back up on his knees and help you down the bed.
Your hands played with the edges of your bra, pulling at your garter belts. You made your way over to your stunned Dom, swaying your hips with every step to flaunt your body.
Sirius had long forgotten about the burning cigarette in his hand, head tilting up as you knelt before him on the bed between his open legs. You said nothing as you took his wrist and guided the cigarette to your lips, staring down at him. His lips parted as he watched your lips wrap around the drug, hollowing your cheeks obscenely. Fuck, Sirius felt like dying.
He cleared his throat and licked his lips. „You should share baby“ he rasped, Adams apple bobbing as he gulped.
You smirked and leaned in, pressing your lips to his and he opened his mouth, breathing in the smoke. The contact made him jerk out of his haze and he threw the cigarette to the side, kissing you hard. His lips were all over your face, returning to your mouth every few seconds.
„Fuck, I‘ve missed your taste“ he moaned, licking your lips. He let you pull away reluctantly, head banging against the headboard as he tried to control himself.
„James“ you called, eyes still on Sirius‘, „Join me..“
You heard his heavy footsteps approach the bed and Sirius’ eyes flickered behind you, biting his lip when he saw that James was completely naked. James wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm chest. Your head fell back in satisfaction, goosebumps forming on your skin when James’ hands trailed down your breasts to your lower stomach.
„So soft“ James whispered, kissing the side of your neck, „Smell so good..“
Sirius‘ breathing got harder when you moaned and he glared at James, daring him to tease him further.
„Take off her lingerie“ Sirius commanded, not able to suppress the slight needy tone in his voice.
„Yes, Sir“ James chuckled, sitting back on his ass to pull you between his legs. You bend your legs and let James pull your panties off, the underwear sticking on your wet cunt. Sirius breathing got even harder, hands flexing and his eyes focused on your pussy when you spread it with your fingers.
„James“ you whined, lips twitching into a smile when Sirius‘ eyes narrowed, „Please, touch me. Want it so bad..“
James hands replaced your hands, middle finger rubbing your clit and you jerked, leaning further into his chest.
„Yes, so good“ you moan, staring into Sirius‘ dilated pupils.
James pushed a finger inside, taking off your bra to play with your nipples. He rested his chin on your head, the both of you holding eye contact with your Dom. Sirius was so overwhelmed with what he saw that his eyes flickered between yours every second, not knowing who he wanted to settle on.
„May I fuck her, Sirius?“ James asked sweetly.
Sirius glared at him sharply, raising a brow. His voice was strict when he responded, not a trace of weakness in it although his hand trembled when he palmed his cock through his pants.
„What makes you think you deserve that?“
Well fuck. James‘ face fell, he didn‘t expect that answer. Sirius wasn‘t as easy as he thought.
„Let me deserve it then“ James begged, „Please, I‘d do anything!“
Sirius stretched his hand out, beckoning him close.
„Let me look at you, boy.“
You protested a little when James pulled his fingers out, nipping at your ear in warning. He muttered a silent, „Behave“ in your ear and crawled his way over to his Dom.
„James, baby“ Sirius stroked James‘ cheek, „I want you to suck my cock.“
James closed his eyes and let out a loud whine, hands pulling down Sirius‘ pants eagerly. Sirius’ caught his hands, thumb brushing over James’ bottom lip, smirking softly when he saw the look of submission on his usually bratty face.
„Do not breathe a single word of this to Daddy, you hear me?“
The demand was meant for you, you being the one who addressed Remus as Daddy, but James didn‘t mind referring to him in that way.
James nodded, tongue peaking out to suck the finger in his mouth, teeth nipping a little.
„Never, Sir.“
You let out a breathy, „Yes, Sir“ and crawled tonwards them as well, leaning your head against Sirius‘ inner thigh to watch closely. God, really wanted to be James right now.
Sirius crossed his arms behind his head, relaxing when James‘ wet lips wrapped around him. James began slow, eyes closing in enjoyment the moment his taste buds registered the taste of Sirius‘ precum, his muscle memory instantly activated. His pink lips stayed wrapped around the head, his tongue licking the underside of Sirius‘ hard cock.
You whined softly, leaving kisses along his inner thighs and blinked up at him. Sirius paid you no mind, turning your head towards James again to make you watch. James, that fucker, still somehow managed to look smug with Sirius‘ cock stuffing his mouth. You could feel the amusement drip off him in waves.
Not able to contain yourself you let your hands trail over your Doms leg towards his cock, feeling along the vein. Sirius hissed at the gentle caress, hands tangling in your hair to pull your face closer to his. You groaned at the pain, gripping him tighter and his eyes fell shut for a moment, before he opened them again.
„You wanna touch my cock so bad? Hm? Is that why you‘re acting like a greedy whore?“
You wrapped your hand around his balls, squeezing them in your soft palms. Leaning in you brushed your lips against his, gazing deeply into his nearly black eyes. Sirius couldn’t concentrate like this, feeling James sucking his cock and having you so close made him dizzy with desire.
„Let us take care of you“ you purred softly, feeling your hand get wet with James‘ spit as he started to suck harder, clearly done with waiting. „Don‘t deny yourself what you want…“
Nowthat seemed to pull him out of his state and he pushed you down by your shoulders, forcing James‘ head down so far that his nose was smushed against the skin of his abdomen. He pushed your head down farther and you licked at his balls, sucking them messily. Sirius was writhing now, head thrown back and his mouth wide open, moans echoing in the soft glow of the room.
„Ah fuck yes there James-“
He trusted up into James mouth, voice breaking as he moaned the boys name, nearly sobbing with pleasure. He was finally giving in, spreading his legs to give you both space.
You tangled your hand in James‘ hair and pulled him off, glaring at him.
„I want him too.“
James glared back at you, not willing to share Sirius, but you beat him to it, wrapping your lips over the tip. Sirius whined, a high pitched, needy and absolutely filthy sound. James kissed the shaft, licking, spitting, jerking him off.
Your lips met as you sucked him, kissing with the tip of his cock between your open mouths and Sirius whimpered under you, seconds away from begginghissubs, when James took him into his hot mouth and you went down on his balls. Sirius’ head tilted back, face wide with an expression of sheer ecstasy. He came loudly, shouting out your names, spilling out onto your overlapping mouths.
„Fuck yes yes yes“ Sirius was wild with the force of his orgasm, not letting you back up until ever last drop of his cum was down your throats. Suddenly he pulled you up by your necks, heaving with effort.
„Show me.“
You opened your mouths and Sirius‘ face was so full of pleasure your thought that he was about to cum again. Groaning, he pressed your lips together and watched you kiss deeply, licking his cum from each others mouths.
„I will let you fuck“ he rasped „because you truly earned it. However, you will come when I say it. Yes?“
You and James immediately leaned forward to kiss him, making him chuckle at your eagerness. No wonder why he was the favorite Dom. Sirius sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening, begging the universe to never let Remus know of this. There is a reason for Sirius being a switch.
Sirius wasn‘t done with requesting and sat up against the headboard, pulling you to straddle his hips.
„You‘ll fuck her on my lap, James. I want to watch her come…“
James didn‘t really care and instead busied himself with fingering you, preparing your for his cock. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around Sirius‘ strong shoulders, doing your best not to cum on the spot. You couldn‘t stop yourself from shaking when James‘ thick fingers fucked your sweet spot with every push of his hand, your clit rubbing across Sirius‘ pubic bone.
„Already shaking, love?“ James mocked you, pushing in deeper to watch you crumble. „I haven‘t even started yet.“
Sirius raised his brow, daring him to go further. „If I recall correctly James, you were begging me mere minutes ago to suck my cock.“
James‘ eyes narrowed but he shut up, taking his anger out on you. He ripped his fingers out and instantly replaced them with his cock, making you scream at the stimulation. He didn‘t let you get used to him, not caring if you were hurting when he was feeling so fuckinggood.
Sirius kissed you, talking against your lips. „Don‘t scream, you wanted to be fucked. Here you go, baby.“
You were clawing all over Sirius‘ flesh, pushing back against James, your pleasure escaping you in sharp cries. James was feral, chasing his high, addicted to the feeling of your wet heat wrapped around his pulsing cock. His hands crushed your hips, his hand came up to push you down on Sirius‘ chest. Angling his hips he pounded in you and oh, he was hitting every spot inside of you with so much precision that you started to cry.
„Please“ you wailed „Please please let me cum!“
Sirius took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears as he stared at you, breathing hard as he watched James fuck you into pieces. He couldn‘t deny you this, not when you had that expression on your face and he caved, nodding curtly.
You came immediately, biting his wrist to keep in your screams and James‘ pace faltered. He keened and spilled himself inside of your cunt, pressing his face closer to Sirius. Sirius kissed him fiercely, wrapping his arms tightly around the both of you to keep you close to his strong chest.
„Well done, pups“ Sirius said softly, kissing your sweaty temples. „So good, so beautiful. Both of you, so special.“
James and you basked in his soft words, cuddling close, for once not arguing.
Sirius tapped your chins up, giving you a stern look, but his tone was somewhat humorous.
Request: can you do one where all the marauders blindfold reader and tie reader up? then bring out paint and paint down readers skin and have ice cube temperature play? and they do so much reader ends up in subspace and they all have to bring them back?
3 hot kings taking care of us? Yes please
Warning: 18+
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„Hi baby“ Remus said as you walked through the door to their dorm.
„Hi“ you chirped back, giving him a quick kiss. You glanced around „Where are James and Siri?“
Remus pulled you on his lap. „Remember when we said that we wanted to try something?“
You nodded and played with his fingers.
„Look at me baby, please. It‘s rude to turn away.“
„Sorry“ you blushed and looked at him again. He gave you a soft smile, playing with the hem of your skirt.
„The boys are out buying what we need. They should be back in a few seconds. Is there anything you want to know?“
You shook your head and leaned forward to kiss him gently. „I trust you.“
The door was pushed open and James threw the bag on his bed. „Baby!“ he shouted, picking you up to give you a deep kiss. You were laughing, barley able to kiss back as he spun you around.
„Oi you never kiss me like that!“ Sirius teased, turning your head to kiss you as well.
„Her lips are soft as hell Pads, can‘t say the same about your chapped ass.“
Sirius let out an offended gasp and smacked James‘ head. „Careful“ he warned „or I‘ll hide your glasses again.“
James set you down and suddenly all the attention was on you. You swallowed nervously and shifted your weight from one foot to another.
Remus took the wheel and pulled you towards him, fingers opening the buttons of your blouse. You shrugged it off and felt Sirius‘ fingers on your back, opening the clasp of your bra. His lips pressed featherlight kisses on your neck, hands cupping your tits. Remus had already rid you of the rest of your clothes and took your hand to guide you to James‘ bed.
Remus pushed you down and James straddled your belly, pulling your hands to the bedpost and tying them there. He kissed you as he put a silk blindfold over your eyes, and you gasped when his kisses trailed lower. He stopped at your lower belly, moving away.
„Puppy“ Sirius said „don‘t speak unless spoken to, do you understand?“
„Yes, Sirius.“
Now you had to rely on your other senses to know what they‘re doing. You heard the rustling of a paper bag as they took something out. They weren‘t talking on purpose and you kept yourself still, wanting to be their good little girl.
You felt something soft brush against your throat, down towards your sternum. It left a warm sensation in its wake and you shuddered, goosebumps rising on your skin at the soft touches. You suddenly understood what the item was when you felt it brush over your nipples, the bristles teasing your tits. A soft gasp escaped you as the bodypaint yet again warmed your skin considerably and you felt another brush on the inside of your thighs. You knew that it was Sirius when you felt his rings brush your cunt teasingly and you moaned, spreading your legs.
Sirius couldn‘t help but press a kiss on the flesh of your inner thighs, before painting over the area. Your body felt warm all over as the paint seeped into your skin and left a pleasant tingling sensation.
„Feel it baby“ James whispered in your ear and you tilted your head towards him.
„Yes James, feels so good“ you whined softly, not wanting to disturb your other doms.
„Where does it feel good baby?“ James asked, kissing your cheeks.
You moaned when the brush went a little harsher over your nipples and gasped. „My tits James!“
Another harsh stroke of the brush against your clit made you moan loudly. „And my pussy!“
James cooed softly, silencing you with his kiss and you felt something cold press on your hot nipples. The contact made you jump and you arched your back to chase the feeling.
„AhJames!“
The boy bit your lip in warning and you let him kiss you again, grateful that he made the rules a little easier. The freezing ice cube melted quickly and James replaced it with another, tracing your other nipple.
A hot mouth enclosed over the now cold area and you cried out, the pleasure leading straight to your soaked cunt. Sirius was still busy painting around your pussy, not touching you where you wanted him the most. This only left Remus and the dom tormented your tits, pinching and pulling at your skin, sucking them raw. The warm paint and cold cubes made you cry out in pleasure, an orgasm already building up from that alone and you begged them to let you cum.
„Think she deserves it?“ Remus asked, biting your nipple harshly. James made an amused sound, trailing the cube lower down your body until it melted on your pubic bone.
„Let her cum Moony, she‘s been good.“ Sirius cooed against your belly as he left hot kisses against the cool skin. You shuddered, when he licked at your sides.
„Alright then pup“ Remus gave you permission „you may cum when ready.“
With that he went back to sucking at your nipples and James trailed the cube lower, smearing it across your clit. You cried out, mind hazy as you tried to adjust to the constant temperature change. Suddenly Sirius‘ hot mouth was at your cunt, pushing into your hole and James spread your cunt to rub the cube directly over your clit.
„Ooh fuck please more!“
Your voice sounded so sweet when you begged which is why the boys didn‘t remind you of the no speaking rule. James rubbed you faster and Sirius pushed two fingers inside, curling them against your spot.
You shrieked with the pleasure, hands tugging at your ropes and threw your head back. You legs shook as Remus spread them wider, pushing them against your chest.
„Gonna cum baby? Huh? Stop whining and use your words!“
„Yes!“ you sobbed, writhing on the bed „Yes Remus! Please!“
Sirius fingers pushed in deeper and James mouth sucked your clit, the warmth of his tongue and the coldness of the cube made you cum hard, squirting as you did.
James moaned loudly at that, mouth replacing Sirius‘ fingers in your cunt and he lapped you up, not caring about your trashing body.
„To much!“ you wailed „Ah gonna cum again plea-“
You came a second time as Remus played with your nipples again, James‘ mouth still on your cunt, licking and slurping while he groaned at your taste.
Sirius was kissing all over your throat, biting your lips raw and bloody.
„Good girl“ he crooned „there we go..“
Sirius took off the blindfold and you kelt your eyes closed as your body still shook with your release. James kissed at your inner thighs and Remus was taking off your restrains, massaging your wrists gently.
„Siri“ you giggled „was I good?“
Sirius smiled at you. „Of course my love, always the best!“
You threw your arms around him and pushed him back to straddle his lap. You pouted as you eyes glazed over with tears.
„Why didn‘t you give me your cum?“ Remus stroked your hair as James cooed at you.
„This was about you baby“ James said softly.
„But I wanna make you feel good“ you cried out, kissing them one after another. „Please gimme your cum! Please? I‘ve been so good!“
„No pup“ Remus said sternly, yet a gentle tone in his voice. „Come back for us hm? Miss our little girl.“
You whined as you begged more, tears streaming down already. „Please, please, please I wanna be good!“
You didn‘t understand why they wouldn‘t let you touch them. You just wanted to be good!
James picked you up and moved to the bathroom, warm water filling the tub with the flick of his wrist. He gently placed you inside and got in behind you, pulling you to his chest.
„Jamie“ you said softly „Was I good?“
James kissed your forehead, cuddling you close and confirmed. „Yes baby, our good little girl. Always.“
After washing and drying you James carried you back to the bedroom, everything cleaned and put away by the other doms.
„Lets take my bed, c‘mon“ Remus said, pulling back the covers to let James place you in the middle.
Sirius spooned you from behind as your head rested in the crook of James‘ neck. Remus was between your legs, head resting on your chest.
„Guys“ you said quietly after an hour „Thank you.“ The boys pressed a kiss on the skin they had access to and you fell asleep soundly.
„God, baby, you make me so happy“, Sirius murmured against the skin of your neck. „My pretty puppy, my good little girl“
His words made you melt and you gave in, covering his hands on your waist with your own. You were in the kitchen, right in Remus‘ point of view. Sirius grabbed your throat gently from behind and tilted your head on his shoulder, giving you a slow breathy kiss. You felt Remus‘ piercing gaze, being a possessive man, not just over you but Sirius as well, he didn’t enjoy being left out. He clenched his jaw as he watched you kiss and grind, wanting nothing more that to fuck you senseless and decided to get back to his conversation with Arthur, who was telling him a story from the ministry. Nodding politely he tried to listen, which was working well until his enhanced hearing picked up your soft gasps. Looking over he lost his composure when he saw Sirius‘ hand down the front of your pants. Excusing himself he made his way over to you, shutting the kitchen door and charming it.
„Having fun without me I see, how inconsiderate…“, Remus drawled, taking your face in his hands. „I could hear your beautiful sounds all the way to the living room, pretty girl.“
You gave him a shy smile, leaning your head up to kiss him, your ass grinding against Sirius‘ covered erection as he kissed your neck.
„Does my pretty girl need anything, hm? Tell me baby, what do you want Remmy to do?“
You hummed lowly, „Want you cock Remmy, please?“
Remus groaned against your mouth. „Your wish is my command pup.“
Sirius had been busy stripping you naked, picking you up to put you on the table.
“Spread your legs puppy”, his voice was gruff, when he spoke.
Spreading your legs you leaned back on your elbows, feeling vulnerable when the two males only stood there, still fully clothed.
Remus saw your squirming and took a seat on the chair next to Sirius. “Touch yourself pup.”
Sirius leaned forward, giving you a small kiss on your clit, before he spits on your pussy, “Now touch yourself.”
That made you even hornier than you already were, fingers moving towards your clit rubbing it gently, spreading around Sirius’ spit. The two males leaned back further, watching intently as you pushed one finger into your cunt, fucking yourself in a slow pace.
Sirius was breathing heavy, the one with the least amount of self-control after you, and leaned forward in his chair. His forehead against your leg he, kissed your inner thigh, biting the flesh. His curly hair tickled your skin. “Look at our pretty baby Moony. So eager to please. C’mon puppy, another finger.”
You complied, pushing in another finger and curled them, hitting your sweet spot as you let out a whine. Throwing your head back you fucked your fingers, thumb on your clit rubbing fast.
“Yes, just like that my love. Such a pretty pussy baby, it’s ours, isn’t it?”, Remus taunted, self satisfactory expression adorning his face.
“Yes Remmy s’yours fuck-” Your voice trembling you gave them a pleading look. “Please let me cum!”
“Go ahead puppy, come for us like a good girl. Fuck, thats it…” Sirius said breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss the fingers inside of your cunt. Remus took them out, placing them against Sirus’ lips and the latter licked them clean, eyes on Remus. Pulling away with a pop, he released your hand and kissed Remus to share the taste.
Remus pushed Sirius back down on his chair by his shoulders, breaking their kiss with one last peck. “Want you to watch how I fuck her Pads.”
Sirius let out a lustful moan, licking his lips eagerly. “Let me fuck her mouth then.”
Them talking about you like you weren’t even there made you squeeze your legs, ready for another round with your men. Turning around you got on your knees on the table, bending your back gracefully in an elegant curve. You watched over your shoulder as Remuslet his hands glide down your body, admiring the shivering skin. His mouth followed, kissing the curve of your hips down to your ass, grazing the flesh with sharp canines.
“Look at my gorgeous cunt, so pretty and soaking. Gonna fuck oyu nice and slow, make you cum. My pretty baby deserves it.” Remus murmured, rubbing the head of his cock on your slit, teasing you by pushing in and out.
“Remmy please, don’t tease…”
Remus pushed in, fucking you in languid strokes, the curve of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You pushed back against him, spreading your legs further. “Taking me so well. My beautiful pup. Making me feel so good.”
Sirius pulled his pants down in front of your face, his cock rubbing against your lips. His took himself in his hand, squeezing out the pearls of precum ofer your tongue. “Open wide, puppy.”
You took him in your mouth, suckling at the tip, your tongue stroking along the throbbing vein on the underside. Sirius cooed, “Pretty puppy, so talented. So good at sucking my cock. God, your gorgeous face looks so good sucking me off.”
His words encourged you to suck harder, making him his and pul lyou by your hair. The way you were looking at him made him fuck your face hard, spit dribbling down his cock onto thte table.
Remus matched his pace, fucking you fast, nails digging into your hips. “Such a good pup, wanting us to feel good even when guests are over. So perfect.”
You moaned around Sirius’ cock at Remus words, pushing back. Your moans turned into whimpers when Remus rubbed your clit, cunt squeezing around him.
He was losing himself in you, hips rutting against you brutally, making you choke around Sirius’. The latter wa srelentless, not letting you breathe, your nose mushed against his pubic bone. You were engulfed from both sides, the only thing you cared about was getting their cum.
“Keep sucking pupp- fuckpuppy m’gonna cum in ahin your mouth-” Sirius pushed your head down by your hair and you choked, shrieking as you came at the same time he exploded in your mouth.
“Fucktake it baby. There we go, fuckgimme a kiss..”
Remus pulled you back by your throat kissing you deeply as he came inside of you, cum dripping down your thighs.
Sirius scooped the cum up with his fingers, smearing it on your mouth and kissed you, both of you moaning at the taste of your husband.
Remus recovered pretty quick, damn his werewolf stamina, and tucked himself back.
“C’mon get decent and join us in the living room.”
Fuck, hopefully Remus didn’t forget the silencing charm.
Remus and Sirius wake up startled, looking at James with mortified expressions, cover hastily pulled up to their faces.
“J-James we-”
“OH MY GOD”, James kept yelling, slamming the door shut, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? SHE TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THE SUPPLIES NOT HER BOYFRIEND!”
Sirius hid under the cover to keep himself from laughing and Remus noticed, grimacing to hold back his laughter as well. James is still staring at them, a disgusted look on his face.
“Why would you fuck each other. Oh my god, why would you burden me with the knowledge of cheating on your girlfriend! ME! I can’t keep dirty little secrets like this for SHIT!”
“James-”
“Nonononono, I should just obliviate myself. And bleach my eyes, just so be safe. I’ll just say I’m shi- noschitznofuck-”
“Schizophrenic?”, Remus offered.
James glared at him. “Shut up, you nasty beast. What have you done to the holy Moony? The virginalMoony?Huh?”
“Prongs-”, Sirius tried this time, but James screeched at him now.
“Youwhore!”
Remus couldn’t hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, tearing up as Sirius pulled the covers back, ready to beat James up.
“AH-”, James shrieked, “PUT YOUR DICK BACK. STAY BACK. WHY IS IT SO BIG, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Remus laughed harder, accidentally slipping out of the bed and fell on his face, bare ass facing James.
James nearly fainted, as he screamed louder, voice shrill.
“MOONY YOUR FULL MOON IS SHOWING! WHY IS EVERYONE SHOWING ME THEIR GENITALS?!”
Now Sirius was doubling over, nearly choking on his spit as both of them rolled around on the ground, limbs flailing around from laughing so hard. Sirius pulled himself back up, helping Remus as well and they tried to calm down so they could talk to their currently panicking mate.
Still giggling they put on their clothes, sitting down on the bed.
“Prongs”, Sirius said slowly, trying to hold back his grin, “listen okay? Look me and her have an open relationship, which means that we see other people outside of our relationship as well. Besides, I’m sure she had her fun time with the other girls..”,
James gaped at him. “Your’re telling me she fucked Lily? MyLily?”
“I think it was the other way around, but whatever. Yes, they probably have.”
James stared at them. A few seconds later he shook his head as if to get rid of his thoughts and calmed down.
“So you two are..”, James inquired, “boyfriends now?”
Remus smiled as he took Sirius’ hand in his own. “Yeah.”
James nodded slowly. “Oh. Okay, um I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m happy for you, really.”
Sirius let out a breath, obviously relieved with his blessing.
“Thank you, James. Really.”
“Yeah, I’ll just uhgoumto you know..”, James raked his brain for an excuse to get out of the room. His cheeks were flushed as he kept looking at his friends, stumbling over his words. Remus immediately understood, jaw nearly dropping with the revelation and he squeezed Sirius’ hand. Sirius glanced at him and Remus gestured at James pants. The fucker was turned on. Sirius smirked at Remus and gave him a look that said, ‘Let me handle this fool, Moony‘
Remus nodded, crossing his arms and leaned back to enjoy the show.
Sirius got up from his seat next to Remus and made his way over to James, a cocky smile on his face.
“Prongs..”, Sirius sang, a haughty smile on his face as he put his hands on the armrest of the chair James was sitting on. Bending down he was only a few little centimeters away from his friend and watched as James swallowed soundly, his breathing shallow. “Are you maybe interested in what we do? You know, an open realationship?”
James opened his mouth to speak, but he found himself at a loss for words. He really was interested. But what about Lily? He tought he liked girls?
Sirius saw his conflict and softend his gaze, giving his best mate a reassuring look. “I know it’s a lot to take in. We didn’t exactly let you know gently, but don’t overthink it. Just because you want to experiment, doesn’t mean that you don’t like Lily anymore. Or that you are suddenly in love with your best mates..”, James laughed at that lightly, shoulders slumping with relief, “and if you want to try, we would gladly show you how this works. The gay part of the relationship.” James was full on giggling now, cheeks flushing a rosy color and Remus joined in when he heared the last part.
“And you would be fine with that? With being with me I mean?”, James said, voice unsure, looking at Remus. Sirius already proved that he wouldn’t mind.
Remus got up as well and Sirius moved back giving him access to James. Wrapping an arm around James’ shoulders he gave him a confident look. “James, we would be honored to have you, if you’ll have us.”
James heart swelled with the confession of his friend and he gave him a shy smile.
“Alright”, he breathed, “but maybe not today. I think that was enough exitement for today.”
The other boys nodded, telling him to take his time. They would wait.
They didn’t have to for long.
—
The boys had already told you what had happend with James and you were over the moon when you heard about the newest addition to your little group. You started of with having one hot guy and now you have three? The univere must really like you.
James had been watching you three closely whenever you hung out in the dorm, trying to understand how all of this works. He blushed everytime he saw you three kiss each other and instantly looked away. It‘s endearing really, James is usually so cocky and oozes with confidence. But in moments like this? He was an absolute shy mess.
Sirius had told you that James would never initiate anything with all three of you at one. Not because he didn‘t want to, but because he was intimidated. So you decided to tempt his self control.
„James“, you drawled looking at him innocently, „I need your help. You know, as a bloke..“
James turned around on his bed and sat up, „Sure, whats up?“
You stalked closer, hips swaying a little as you bit your lip. Sitting down next to him, your bare leg brushed his lean thigh, making him take in a sharp breath. You lowered your voice, pouting as you talked.
„I need your help with Sirius“, you said, watching closely, „I feel like he doesn‘t enjoy it as much anymore when I suck his cock.“
James bit his lip, his eyes darting all over your face and he licks his lips as he stares at yours.
„Yeah?“, he breathes out, „What makes you say that darling?“
You bat your lashes, bottom lip jutting out. „I feel like Remus makes him cum better than I do, because he obviously knows how to please a guy better. He‘s a guy himself…“
„And how do you expect me do help you out love?“ James raised a brow, looking at you expectantly.
You lean in closer, smiling as your nose brushed against his gently. You take his hand and slip it between your thighs, not moving, just resting it here. „I want to make Siri cum better than Remus! Wanna be his good girl again. Please, Jamie need your help,“ you whine, lips brushing against his as you talk.
His other hand comes up, thumb resting on your bottom lip and you open your mouth, licking at his finger. Taking it out again he wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you in and you gasp, giving him a lewd smile.
„Fuck baby“, he pants against your open mouth, „you need Jamie to help you suck your boyfriends cock? Don‘t worry I‘ll make you his good girl again. I‘ll make you take him nice and deep into your slutty mouth and feed you all of his cum. You want that?“
You press your lips against his, talking against his open mouth. „Yes, yes please! Please James!“
He smirks, pressing one last hard kiss on your mouth, before he pulls away. „Good girl.“
—
„Darling“, Remus calles from across the hallway, „c‘mere for a sec.“
Excusing yourself from your friends you go over to the boys, all of them watching you approach.
„Yes?“
Remus pulls you closer by your tie, careful to keep the movement out of your friends point of view and focuses his eyes on yours. You blush, throwing a glance behind you and James tutts.
„Eyes to Moony, baby.“
Biting at the inside of your cheek you focus on Remus again, who lets go of your tie and puts his hands in his pockets. Godthe way he is standing made you want to get on your knees and suck his cock, damn your friends.
He gave you a calculating look, scanning your body with guarded eyes, when Sirius decided to speak up. He was leaning against the wall, a small mocking grin on his face.
„Prongs told us that you felt the need to ask him for help. Apparently you have difficulties with sucking my cock, puppy.“
You glared at James, the fucker betrayed you. You wanted this to be a surprise!
„James you-”
Remus cut you off, voice sharp with irritation. „Careful pup, or I won‘t hesitate to stuff your slutty mouth with my cock.“
You clamped your mouth shut, but kept glaring at James who gave you a cocky smirk.
„You can‘t tell me what to do, Remus. Last time I checked, Siriuswas the one I called Daddy on Friday, not you-“
Sirius instantly pushed away from the wall und squeezed your cheeks with his hand, your lips jutting out.
„You fucking brat! Telling James how you wanna be a good girl for me and now you‘re insulting my friends? You better fucking apologize or-“
You put your hand on his wrist, nails digging in. „Or what, Daddy? You and your little friends gonna fuck me? I’m shaking!“
You are furious with humiliation. Sirius can‘t let his friends order you around like this!
„Enough.“ It was James, smirk gone now, voice hard. „We‘re leaving. Take the whore with you, Pads.“
Sirius let go of your face, hand on your upper arm as he pulls you straight to their dorm room.
—
Sirius shoves you on the bed as they put away their stuff, taking off their jackets and shoes. Remus already charmed the door, so nobody would interrupt. You had your arms crossed, lips pouting and stared back them as they stood before you.
„Take off your clothes and get on your knees, slut.“
You smiled provocatively at Sirius, thinking about it, as if they gave you a choice.
„No, don‘t feel like it Daddy. Maybe later.“
Sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before you heard James mutter a Fuck it under his breath. He fists your hair and pulls you on the ground, right at Sirius feet, his other hand securing your hands behind your back.
„Stupid fucking slut, a day ago you begged me to help you suck his cock and now you think you have the right to say no?“
Remus was busy taking off his belt, a hard look on his face and crouched behind you to tie you up.
You trashed in their combined hold, obviously no match to their strength. Your pussy clenched over the power they had over you and you nearly gave in.
„Get the fuck off m-”
Your words got cut off by a painful slap of Sirius’ hand on your face, your head whipping to the side. You bit your lip to keep in the moan that threatened to escape.
„Look at her boys, she loves it. You like us forcing you to suck cock, huh? Bet you‘re dripping all over the floor already“, James sneered as he pressed your face against Sirius‘ clothed erection. Remus’ hand slips between your legs and presses against your cunt, before he let out a deep chuckle.
„She‘s soaked. Fuckin‘ hell, here taste her cum Prongs.“ You wanted to turn your head and watch the males behind you, but James kept your head in an iron grip, forcing your head towards Sirius’ cock.
In the meantime Sirius had taken off his clothes, lazily stroking his cock.
„Open. Show me your tongue.“
You glared at him through your lashes but opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Humming he leans down and wraps his lips around your tongue, gently sucking on it, before he spits in your mouth. Your pupils dilate and you keep your tongue out, even as the spit drips down your chin onto the floor and Sirius runs the tip of his cock against your tongue, precum coating your taste buds. James keeps your head still, both males watching from behind you.
„Look at you pup, already drooling like a filthy cockslut“, Remus laughs.
Remus gets up and moves behind Sirius, resting his head in the crook of his neck. Sirius leans back as Remus takes over, rubbing the tip of his cock against your cheeks, smearing precum over your lips and chin. The velvety soft head is hot against your skin. James is panting hard, before he tilts your head back by your hair and licks at your lips, sucking the Sirius‘ cum off.
„Fuck Pads you taste so fucking good“, James groans leaning over you to gently suckle at the tip. Sirius whimpers as James hums softly and Remus keeps jacking him off in a lazy rhythm.
„Daddy“, you whine, rubbing your head against his thigh, „please, wanna suck your cock too.“
Sirius groans, when James pulls back to finally guide your face to Sirius‘ cock and shoves your head all the way down. You choke as you try to take all of him, crying out when you can‘t breathe. Remus holds Sirius up by his hips, hands playing with his balls and his little hole, fingers massaging the muscle with lubricated fingers.
Sirius is weak with pleasure, eyes hooded as he watches James guide your face from behind you, forcing you down like a fucking toy. Remus behind him is fingering him slowly, fingers occasionally rubbing against his spot, making him whine and grind back into his boyfriend.
You splutter, tearing up as James forces you back on your boyfriends cock, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. You cry out and try to pull back James doesn‘t let go.
„What? I can‘t fucking hear you slut, speak up!“, James orders.
You whimper louder, hands straining behind your back and Sirius suddenly thrusts forward, making your tears fall. James pulls you back to spit on your face and scoffs at your crying.
„Shut the fuck up I thought you wanted to taste his cum? Can‘t even suck cock right, you pathetic whore.“
Sirius was way to absorbed in his own pleasure to mock you, but Remus watches you from behind his shoulder and smiles evilly.
„What is it pup?“, he coos softly, „you don‘t wanna make Daddy cum?“
You shake your head furiously. „Nononowanna make Daddy cum, please Remmy. Daddy, I want your cum, I‘m sorry!“
You were babbling nonsense, trying to get his cock in your mouth again, but James pulled you back by your hair, making you cry out.
„Daddy, please! Want your cock, please“, you were nearly hysterical with being denied his cum and Sirius glared at you, pulling back from Remus to bend down.
„You listen to me now puppy. Be a good little cockslut and let Remmy and Jamie fuck you. Then I‘ll let you taste me. Understood?“
You nodded quickly, a dazed smile spreading on your face as James undid the belt and picked you up.
„Gonna fuck you so well baby. So deep you‘re gonna feel me all the way in your belly,“ James murmurs, lips brushing against your temple, „Tell me, do you want me to fuck your little pussy? Speak up, slut.“
„Jamie“, you mewl, hands trying to open his jeans, „want you to fuck my pussy, please.“
„Hands off“, Remus orders, „we decide when you get to have our cocks.“
Remus was naked already, straddling your chest, his cock right on your closed mouth. James took off your skirt and panties, spreading your legs wide.
You cry out when James slaps you clit harshly, before he spread your pussy to lick at your hole. Remus takes the opportunity to push his cock into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
„Look at your slutty pussy, begging for my cock. Fuck, mmm. Yes, take it ah-“, James voice cuts off when Sirius gives him a filthy kiss.
“Fuck her good, Prongs”, Sirius moans out, moving over to you. Sirius sat down behind your head, putting your head in his lap, stroking your cheek lovingly.
„Look at my puppy“, he cooes, „so fucking hungry for cock. My pretty girl. Making us feel so good.“
You whine, sucking harder when James hits your spot over and over again, hand on your clit.
„Fuck yes, keep sucking pup, ah there we go“, Remus groans out. Sirius holds your face steady between his palms as Remus fucks your face harder, your chest tightening with the lack of air. But his warm cock feels so good in your mouth.
Remus pulls back and barks out a ‚Open wide‘ just in time as he cums on your tongue in long hot spurts. Sirius had to hold your mouth open, forcing you to stay still as James fucked you pussy in brutal thrusts.
Sirius groans as he watches and you feel his cock twitch against your bare shoulder, vein throbbing harshly. Reaching out you wrap your hand around Remus’ cock, squeezing out every last bit of cum, suckling at the tip.
“Mmm Remmy”, you say breathlessly, “you taste so good”
“Fuck, gimme some”, Sirius whines, kissing you hard, tongue lapping at yours to get a taste of Remus’ delicious cum.
Remus gets off, giving James the leverage to push your legs up to your shoulders and you scream with the pleasure this new position brings.
“Fuck your pussy is so good, taking me so ah- so good”, James is out of breath, barely able to talk as he chased his release.
Sirius has his hand around your throat as he kisses James. You’re getting a clear view of the two boys, their kiss filthy and breathless, moaning into each others mouths right above you. Remus is sucking all over your tits, leaving bites and hickeys. James moans got louder, nearly whining with pleasure, pace relentlessly fucking into you.
“You gonna make Jamie come, huh? Like a good slut? Say it bitch, scream it, go on”, Remus mocks you, pinching your nipples so hard your eyes got glassy as you look at him, begging.
“Daddy- ah Daddy! Daddy please fuck- please”, you sob, grinding your pussy against James cock, pushing your tits towards his mouth again. The other boys paid you no mind, too busy kissing and stroking each other.
“M’not your Daddy pretty. Try again.”
“Remmy!”, you cry out, “Please! Remmy please! Please let me cum, Rem-”
“Cum, then.”
Finally you had the attetion of the others again, as Remus went back to torturing your sore tits, bruising them some more.
“Is my puppy gonna cum? Huh? Gonna cum all over Jamie’s cock?”
“Fuck Daddy yes, please! Please!” Your voice broke of with a broken whimper, pleasure getting too much. Remus couldn’t get enough of your tits, the soft skin driving him crazy as he bit and licked.
James was so deep he could see himself in your belly, hand pushing against the buldge and you couldn’t hold it anymore. You cum all over him, squirting and James whines burrying himself to the hilt as he came deep inside of your pussy. You were clinging to each other, still rutting like sex crazed teens, prolonging your orgasms.
“Merlin, look at the mess you made pup. Fuck James, darling, c’mere.”
James pulls out, careful to keep his cum inside and lays down on the bed, so Remus can get between his legs. Remus leans down, licking at your juices that are dripping down James stomach, sucking gently on the tip of his cock. James hissed and groaned and pushed at Remus’ hand.
“S’too sens- ah Moony too sensitive, plea-”, James’ voice cut off when Remus took his wrists, pinning them on the bed. He keeps lapping at his cock, down to his balls before he spread his legs, and licked at his tight, hot hole. Spitting on his fingers he pushes one inside, biting at James thighs wheneve he went to close his legs.
Sirius smirks at Remus antics, leaving them to their little game as he takes your face in his hands. “Color, puppy.”
“Green, Daddy”, you said, smiling challengingly.
“Good. Don’t think I forgot about your behaviour. M’gonna fuck that smug look off your gorgeous face.”
And with that he pushed into you, filling your cum filled pussy again. Not a single sound escaped your parted lips. All you could do was grip onto his flexing shoulders as he kept up a merciless pace, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust.
“I want you to feel every. single. one. Noone can fuck you like I can." He muttered through gritted teeth.
Sirius didn’t hold back, fucking and pushing against your sweet spot. He fucked you like one would fuck a common whore, not caring about your noises. Sirius picked you up with your legs around his waist and you screamed out, feeling him so deep it hurt. Hearing your noises he lost his control, shoving you up and down, onto his cock, biting at your jaw. His pace faltered and he put you down on the bed.
"Want to cum in your pussy, puppy. Gonna have mine and Jamie’s cum in your pussy.” Sirius taunted, smirking at James’ needy begs as Remus fucked him with his fingers.
“Keep whining James, m’not gonna stop. Still wanna fuck your tight ass.” Remus was completely dominating James, slapping at balls, when the other boy tried to pull away. James was a crying mess, the pleasure getting too much, mind clouded with need as he kept slipping in and out of subspace.
Sirius came, cursing into your mouth as you cried out, squeezing around his cock. Pushing in and out a few times more he pulled out and pushed your plug inside, the cool metal nearly making you come again with the constrast in temperatur.
“There you go, puppy. Now your pretty pussy is nice’n full with cum. Just as it always should be.” Sirius crooned, stroking your quivering legs and kissed your lips to calm you down. You were too tired to speak, only pulling him closer and kissed him deeply, making him groan against your mouth.
Pulling away you moved towards James and Remus.
“Jamie”, you said softly, “Look at you. So beautiful. You gonna cum again?” Craddeling his face in your palms you gave him soft kisses, coaxing the boy to cum, while Remus was groaning in pleasure, fucking James faster with his cock. James cried out against your lips, pulling you in closer. Bucking his hips he whines, your lips swallowing any sounds he makes. Sirius suddenly took James in his mouth and that’s what did it for the boy. He came hard, cock shoved deep inside Sirius’ throat and Remus pulled out, releasing all over Sirius’ face.
“Fuck Moony, kiss me”
Pulling out Remus tackled Sirius, kissing and licking the cum off Sirius face, both of them holding each other tight, hand pulling him closer by a necklace you hadn’t noticed before.
You made out with James gently, making sure he was comfortable and feeling safe, before you threw your arm around his middle, his face resting in your neck. Remus and Sirius joined you moments later, laying down on either side of your bodies.
And you fell asleep like this, tangled limbs, hands gripping each other tight.
“Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in.” He gave 'that’ look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
“No. Say it now” you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
“I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts.” He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame… Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women… But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job… The Dog… That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?’ You questioned.
“September First I’ll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices… And I want a higher pay than the rest of the” you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
“Done and Done… Professor L/N” He smiled.
“Thank you… Sir” you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door… For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But… A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories… If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
“Bye Ms L/N” Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
“Nice seeing you Tom” you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
“Hey Filch” you gave him you cheeky grin.
“No, Not you it’s bad enough with the others” He snapped.
“Others?” You mumbled to yourself.
“Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room” You gave him a darling smile “and if you even try to open it will bite”
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch’ from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a “HOLY FUCK THAT’S Y/N L/N THE AUROR” and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and… Remus.
’Fuck’
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE’.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome”
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn’t stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!’t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
“Erm Y/N-” Remus’ soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
“I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid” he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
“Don’t sit down” you said flatly.
“Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A’s at the front”. It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
“Pansy Parkinson”. “ Here, Professor”
“Parvarti Patil” “Here”
“Harry…”
'What the actual Fuck… THEY PROCREATED’ Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black’. This was going to be shit.
“Harry Potter-Lupin-Black” you repeated stiffly.
“H-here Professor” “Don’t Stutter. It lets your opponents know you’re scared” you gave him 'the look’.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
“So, what defensive spells do you know?” You asked.
No one put their hand up.
“Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?” You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
“Yes?” You questioned.
“Eh s-stu-”
“Don’t stutter” you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
“Stupify,” she said more confidently.
“Name?”
“Hermione Granger,” she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
“Next?” You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James’ son, He looked almost identical… Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Go”
“The disarming spell,” he said proudly.
“And it’s name?” You questioned.
“Expelliarmus”
“Okay, any others?” You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
“Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin’s saggy balls. Who was your teacher?” You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
“Eh… Professor Lockhart” a girl told you.
“That dumbass? No wonder?” You rolled your eyes.
“I think expelliarmus works quite well” Harry said.
“What?” You asked him
“It does is a really good spell… Do we need much more?” The boy questioned pathetically.
“Oh I’m sorry”
“What?” He asked looking confused.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn’t mean to impose on your magical ability.” You were harsh but it was necessary.
“I eh- erm”
“What did I say about stuttering?” You snapped “It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone’s wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn’t even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?” You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
“No… And it’s Potter-Lupin-Black” he looked down shamefully.
“It’s Potter in this class. And don’t you dare correct me again.” The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
“Give me your wand Potter” you held your hand out to take it from him.
’“But prof-” he started to whine.
“Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand” He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
“You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class” The class collectively groaned.
“Class is dismissed for the day” you waved them off.
“But professor the bell has not rung yet” the Granger girl said.
“I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!” You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn’t look up and kept writing.
“Threatening Our Son now L N” James snarled.
“Would have been nice of you to knock” you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
“Oh cut the crap L/N, You’re not impressing anyone” Sirius’s infamous voice rang in your ears.
“Wasn’t trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans” you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn’t changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus’ scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn’t surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn’t stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk’ as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
“See you’re still sitting on your fat ego” James smirked.
“Oh don’t worry Potter, couldn’t nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night” you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
“Give me Harry’s wand” Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
“Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don’t blow my house down after all I’m just an innocent little girl” you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
“Easy there mutt don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?” You were having the time of your life.
“We are all adults we can remain civil” James tried to calm the room.
“Not to worry Jamsie I won’t do nothing… Just having a little fun”
“Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N” Sirius questioned.
“Your son can’t even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus” you snorted.
“Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she’s scared again” You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their’s.
“Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom” you seethed.
“Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch” He smirked.
“And you don’t fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?” You snarled.
“Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?” He shouted.
“YOUR FUCKING CHILD” you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn’t believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Fucking hell” James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“You are right” you admitted.
“What?” They all questioned at the same time.
“I am scared. I’ve been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child… Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you.” You hated to admit it but ur was true.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am I don’t regret what I did though. I don’t want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don’t because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn’t” you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“It was better that you left anyways” Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn’t want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
“We were cheating on you” There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
“How is Lily doing?” You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
“How di-”
“Wha-”
“This was a mistake” you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
“Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up” you stated flatley.
“Y/N-” Remus started but you cut him off.
“I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused… For the first time in my life, I’m not going to be second… Goodbye, My Loves, I’m sorry” With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
“Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop” Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N’
I’M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I’m a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It’s here now also on April Fool’s Day it’s not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
Mentions of Sex, genderneutral reader, actually lots of Sex talk, Uncomfortable sex talk, anxiety, touching, pressurised sex, illusions to asexuality
NOT MY GIF
Disclaimer: Sorry I have been kind of MIA lately… I have just been really enjoying life and I am in a really good place right now.
Sitting on the floor in the common room with you sitting in between Regulus’ legs with his arm draped over your right shoulder. The fire was crackling adding a comforting dim, orange light to the normally unwelcoming room. Across from you was Barty Crouch Jr. sitting with his girlfriend Adorabella Greengrass. To the left of you was Caius Avery with his boyfriend Jacob Abbot. Evan Rosier was laying on the couch playing with the snitch he had stolen from James Potter.
Most of the night had been filled with light conversation and meaningless chatter until Evan Rosier picked up the conversation.
“So… How’s everyone’s sex lives?” He blurted.
“Wanna get in with the action Rosier?” Caius asked which caused a few sniggers.
“No, you prick just interested in who’s getting it” he smirked at you. A blush crept onto your face as you just stared into the fire refusing to make any eye contact.
“So Avery, Abbot what’s the gay sex life like?” Rosier laughed.
They both went on to make several jokes and descriptions of what it was like.
You and Regulus were getting both visibly uncomfortable. You were tapping your foot and feeling a little ill and Regulus was scratching his palm which he only does when he is anxious.
Soon the conversation got directed to you and Regulus.
“So Black… Are they good in bed?” Crouch asked.
“P-pardon” he coughed.
“You heard me, Is are they good… Well, the real question is do you enjoy it Y/N?” He laughed along with the rest of the group.
You laughed nervously squeezing Regulus’ usually cold hands but now they were clammy.
“Oh look at them they are getting Horny I can feel it” squealed Adorabella.
“No-” You tried to reply but got cut off quickly.
“Oh go on you two wankers quickly before the mood is gone and Regulus’ cock shrivels up” Rosier joked. Everyone laughed in response.
You and Regulus reluctantly went upstairs and sat on his bed.
You both started awkwardly making out until you both pulled apart.
“What are we doing?” You exclaimed staing up.
“To be honest I haven’t a fucking clue” Regulus nodded.
“Why is everything about Sex these days” you sighed “ I mean what is the big craze about it… For most people it’s disappointing… Especially women”
Regulus sighed and laid down on the bed you joined him and you were both staring at the celing.
“Y/N… Do you even want Sex… Like ever?” He asked in a gentle, curious tone.
“To be honest not really… I mean maybe one day to try it… But I’m not ready yet it’s just so… So pressurised and a big step also I don’t know I just don’t like the idea of mushing out bodies together” You ranted.
Regulus listened intently.
“I’m so fucking glad” he whispered.
“What-” you questioned.
“I feel the same way Y/N/N… It’s just so… I don’t even know how to explain it. Don’t get me wrong you are an attractive person but like… I don’t find it appealing having our sweaty bodies join you know?” He smiled lightly.
You gave him a soft tender kiss.
“You get me Reggie and I love that” you giggled.
“I will always try my best to understand Y/N… I promise”
“I promise too”
You both then interlocked one another pinkies to seal the promise.
For the rest of the night, you just snuggled in each other’s arms feeling a connection like no other.
The next morning you both went downstairs and sat at the table in the great hall.
“So how was your night?” Barty asked wiggling his eyebrow subjectively.
My Mum just told me to lose weight so here is just a little blurb of Sirius Worshipping chubby reader to make myself and you guys feel better.
Sirius Black x Chubby Fem!Reader
Warnings: weight, insecurities, body dysmorphia, swearing, sex refrences
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Standing there in your underwear you were looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt insecure. All those other girls were skinny and looked perfect. You felt inadequate.
Sirius your boyfriend looked perfect. And you knew he had a type before you. Skinny and popular girls. You were different to those girls. Naturally, would feel insecure.
A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.
“Baby, Can I come in?” You heard the sound of your boyfriends voice.
“C-come in” your voice wavered.
He opened the door and came in with his usual cheeky smirk plastered on his face.
“Hey bunny… Marlene said you were a bit upset” he said quietly.
You looked at the ground in shame. Tears had came to your eyes.
One tear managed to fall.
“Oh Baby” he whispered and wrapped you in a hug.
“What happened My Love? Hmm. What’s got you feeling like this” he asked you still coddling you in a hug.
“Sirius look at me” you sobbed “ I’m awful looking. Those skinny girls walk around looking amazing and here I am…” You cried into his shoulder.
“I don’t know who you are but you can’t say those things about my girl. My Y/N should know that she’s perfect. I mean have you seen her. Look at her perfect eyes and her soft stomach and Merlin her thighs holy shit. My girlfriend is the hottest and most beautiful girl in the world. So whoever you are saying these things that are simply lies about My baby should leave. I need my Y/N/N back” You giggled through your tears.
“Agh there’s my perfect girl back” he smiled kissing you all over your face while laughter spilt out of you.
“S-siri stop it” you giggled.
“I can’t your just so GodDamn beautiful” he whispered finally stopping.
“I know you have insecurities my love we all so and that’s okay. But I need you to know that I love every single fucking part of your body and you my love. You are the most beautiful human to walk this earth and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking dumbass” You didn’t say anything in reply you just wrapped you arms around him tightly.
“Thank you” you whispered in his ear.
“I’m gonna make sure you know how beautiful each part of your, body is,” he said.
