summary: the evolution of an inside joke: starring remus lupin and his absurd sense of smell, along with sirius black and his ability to annoy you at record breaking speeds.
content: polyamorous relationship, âdaddyâ usage, face fucking, choking, praise, degradation, spanking (a lil), you and sirius physically fight a bit (very minor, and all in good fun), usage of the words: slut, whore, stupid
so, hey! this has taken me a while to write because i really wanted to be happy with it and i think i am!! if you donât know, i accidentally created this little âbrat for sirius/good for remusâ dynamic through @randomoutsiders asks which spiraled into me making my own blog and in turn writing this - a little origin story!! expect more stories set in this little universe lmao
warning: there are two mentions of eating/food! be careful when reading or just donât read at all!! be kind to yourself, i love you <3
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Youâre not quite sure when things started to go in this direction, but looking back it all seemed pretty inevitable.
Outside of the bedroom, Remus had always been the one that you and Sirius trailed after like lost puppies (even if Sirius pretended he didnât), and he doted over both of you in separate ways.
And then one day, an in joke began, and it always went as follows:
1. You complain about something completely mundane
âUgh, my hand is cramped up,â you say, setting down your quill to rub at your sore fingers. âThis essayâs gonna kill me.â
2. Remus exaggeratedly praises and/or coddles you
âAw, poor baby,â Remus pouts, looking up from his own essay where heâs done considerably more work than you, âDo you want a break? Tea? A snack? Come here, want me to kiss it better?â He sets aside his work and pats his lap.
You roll your eyes with a smile, well aware that heâs making fun of you. But you take him up on his offer anyway, getting up and throwing yourself onto his lap while he takes your hand in his and brushes a kiss against your knuckles.
3. Sirius pretends to be indignant about the entire ordeal and the âundeservedâ attention youâre getting
âIâm sitting right here!â Sirius whines from his place across the room, âWhat if my hand hurts too?â he asks, giving Remus puppy eyes.
4. Remus dismisses him
He shrugs, âPut ice on it.â
After that initial exchange, it happened more and more often.
One day when you were having trouble with a spell in DADA, Remus sidled up behind you to guide your wand movements and fix your posture. Sirius had complained, (âWill you help me? I canât get it right either!â) to which Remus had responded: âYou can look in the book, canât you?â
Another time at dinner you had asked Remus for some of his chocolate cake, and heâd taken it upon himself to feed you himself, bringing a spoonful of it to your mouth. Sirius had opened his mouth like a toddler waiting for a bite, but in response Remus pointed to the whole cake at the center of the table. âGo get your own,â heâd said, before feeding you another bite from his plate.
Afterwards you would laugh about it - all three of you - and then everything would go back to normal. Just a silly inside joke...
But then you got curious. You wanted to test the waters - see how much you could get away with.
So you teased Sirius afterwards. Little things. Just to see.
You complained about being cold so Remus dressed you in one of his sweaters, bundled you in a blanket, and cuddled up to you. Sirius complained about the cold as well and Remus waved him away, telling him to use a heating charm. So you began:
âYeah, Sirius,â you said, pretending to be irked, âGo on. Leave us be,â you added, shooing him away with one hand.
Sirius sputtered, and then looked at Remus as if to say: âCan you believe this?â
But Remusâs lips were twitching as if he were barely containing a smile. âYou heard her,â he said with a shrug, and you had grinned at your very first triumph.
And then you kept going, pushing further and further every day until two extra steps were born:
5. You rub your success in Siriusâs face and he reacts accordingly
You giggle at the look on Siriusâs face. You had complained that your feet hurt and Remus was carrying you piggyback style to your dormitory.
âSo why does she get carried?â Sirius demands.
âShe was standing on her feet for the entire match,â Remus reasons in response.
âI was playing for the entire match!â Sirius replies, incredulous. âIf anything, I should be getting special treatment!â
You roll your eyes at him. âYou were sitting on a broom the whole time. Itâs hardly the same. Your feet are just fine.â
Siriusâs jaw actually drops as he stares at you, wide eyed. âI-â he starts but then he directs his gaze to Remus instead, as if youâre not worth arguing with. âMoony!â he whines.
6. Remus takes your side
Itâs no use, no matter how much whining Sirius does.
âOh, hush up,â Remus says playfully. âSheâs right. Arenât you, baby?â he directs his attention to you and you smile contentedly.
And it was never malicious. In fact, after a while you and Remus had started to worry, afraid that Sirius was actually bothered by it all and just wasnât telling you. Youâd both talked to him - separately and then all together - but Sirius had just kept reassuring you that he truly didnât mind. That he knew it was all in good fun and that neither of you ever meant anything by it.
Actually, even he pushed it a little further - bickering with you about something silly whenever the opportunity presented itself. This, in turn, would cause you to bite back until Remus acted as the mediator while also being biased towards you.
There was one time where Sirius had seen you putting cream cheese on your bagel and lost his mind. (âI know youâre not putting cream cheese on that.â âWhat the hell did you just say to me?â âIâm just saying, that-â âCream cheese belongs on bagels, you freak!â âNo, it most certainly does not-â) Remus had to intervene right as Sirius was getting ready to stand on the table and ask everyone in the Great Hall what they thought by show of hand.
And itâs not as if it was constant, either - this wasnât a default mode or anything of the sort. It was just a little joke that popped up once a day.
James started to call it âThe Daily Squabbleâ, and it caught on quite nicely, because every night in the common room someone would casually ask âSo, what was the Daily Squabble?â and either you, Remus or Sirius would have to recount the tale.
And thatâs all it was! Just a joke, a gag - a jest, if you will! It was just the Daily Squabble, nothing more and nothing less. And that was all it would ever be!
...Well, until.
Until it started to worm its way into the bedroom...
Youâre not even sure how it happened, but it did. It happened once and then twice and then quite a few times, to the point where the Daily Squabble started to have suggestive undertones even outside of the bedroom.
All of this brought you to where you were now, sitting on a table in the library, swinging your legs back and forth as you watch Remus revise your Charms paper. You were grateful for his help, and normally you loved to just watch him read and work. But today...
âYou can just do it tomorrow,â you try to suggest as casually as possible, but the words come out all in a rush. âItâs not due for a few days,â you add, and then hold your breath in anticipation of his response.
âMm,â he hums after a moment, âItâs okay, Iâm nearly finished,â he murmurs.
You purse your lips and nod once. Youâre well aware that âIâm nearly finishedâ in Moony world actually means âThis is going to take 20 minutes but I have no perception of time so itâll feel like 5 to me.â
Your thighs press together of their own accord, the arousal buzzing in your belly apparently not going away any time soon. Youâre not sure what it was, but today had just not been kind to you. All youâd been able to do the entire day was wonder when it was going to be over - when would you have your boys all to yourself?
You spare a glance at one such boy, sitting right beside you, annotating your paper. Heâs sat on a chair while youâre sat on top of the table, so your dangling legs fly right past him as you kick them, and your thighs are inches from touching the parchment.
His long, pale fingers drum absentmindedly against the table as he sets down his quill to keep reading, and you watch them, mesmerized. Just the other day heâd pushed those fingers past your lips and into your mouth, and youâd suckled on them until-
His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair away from his eyes and you snap out of your trance, quickly looking the other way.
What is wrong with you?! You really need to get a hold of yourself and-
Your eyes catch on Sirius, sat at a table across from you, but behind Remus. Heâd been fairly quiet and you now see why. Heâs reading a book, seated (if you could call it that - what with how his butt was barely on the seat) on a chair with his legs propped up on the table. You force yourself to look away, not wanting to linger on his lounging frame, no mater how good he looked just sitting there.
You look back at the paper and nearly groan. Remus had hardly made a dent since the last time youâd opened your mouth a few minutes ago.
Your hands fiddle with the hem of your skirt, just for something to do. You could find a book to read yourself, or maybe get some studying in, but you know you wouldnât be able to focus at all.
You decide youâre just going to wait it out.
Itâll be fine - Remus will be done soon and then youâll all go up to the boysâ dorm and youâll get what you want.
...Eventually.
Once you explain the situation everything will be fine. Whatâs a few more minutes in the grand scheme of things? Really! You could be patient, of course you could, in fact-
Oh, who were you kidding!?
âHey, I really think-â you start, but Remus is quick to interject.
âHow about you be a good girl and wait for me to finish, yeah?â he tells you in a hushed but assertive voice, looking up at you with knowing eyes.
You stop swinging your legs and your heart starts racing immediately, mostly from the pangs of arousal that had shot through you at his words, but also at the implications behind them - that Remus knows exactly whatâs going on with you right now. At the same time, Siriusâs head snaps up so quick that it leaves you wondering if heâd gotten whiplash.
The atmosphere around the three of you had changed dramatically, Remusâs words having charged the air with a new sexual tension.
How did he even know!? Were you really this bad at hiding things? Sometimes you feel like Remus is a mind reader or a seer or a - you freeze, nearly gasping aloud.
Could Remus smell the hormones coming off of you? And if that was the case, had he known all day?
Sirius is openly grinning at you now - clearly delighted at the situation youâve found yourself in - but you give all your attention to the brunet beside you, who was looking fixedly at the parchment in front of him.
You open your mouth, âPlease tell me you-â but again, he doesnât let you finish.
âShh. Iâm busy.â
âBut I wanna know if-â
âQuiet.â
âHave you been-â
Your question dies on your tongue when Remus looks up and gives you a stern glare. Sirius looks as if Christmas has come early - heâd been excitedly glancing back and forth from you and Remus as the exchange occurred.
âWhat did I tell you to do?â Remus asks you. His voice is calm and composed, but it still holds that familiar dominant edge to it that only you and Sirius could pick up.
âUm-â You bite the inside of your cheek and quickly look around, hoping to Merlin that no one can hear you, âTo be a good girl and wait,â you answer eventually, feeling your face heat up.
âMhm, you can do that, canât you?â He gives the side of your thigh two pats with the back of his hand and then goes back to your Charms paper.
You keep your mouth firmly shut, afraid that if you open it youâll only complain.
A few feet away, Sirius snorts. âShe canât be patient to save her life,â he taunts, looking at you with glimmering eyes.
And the squabble begins.
âI can,â you counter instantly, meeting his gaze with a challenging look of your own. âShut up,â you add for extra measure.
Sirius gapes at you, raising a hand to clutch at imaginary pearls like an scandalized old woman. âWell, pardon me,â he drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm. âI was just stating a fact, and if you-â
âSirius, be nice,â Remus warns, not looking up.
It was like music to your ears.
âYeah,â you grin, swinging your legs again, âBe nice to me,â you say slowly, daring him to do the opposite.
Sirius looks like heâs ready to argue. His teeth work the inside of his cheeks and his fingers drum against the book heâs holding, seemingly weighing out the pros and cons of taunting you a bit more against Remusâs wishes. In the end, though, he presses his lips tightly together and goes back to his book.
You place your hands on your lap and lean back a bit, willing yourself to relax.
Now you wait.
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It was agony. The longest twenty minutes of your entire life.
Youâd gotten up at least three times to pretend to browse for books - in reality you had found a Slytherin studying a few aisles over and kept strolling past to sneak a peek at his wristwatch. Youâd fidgeted, counted candles and shelves - youâd even attempted wandless magic in your boredom, trying to levitate Siriusâs book out of his hand (to no avail).
But it didnât matter. It was over now and you were gonna get what youâd been waiting for all day.
As soon as the door to the dormitory closes you throw yourself onto Remusâs bed, settling so that your legs are folded beneath you, shins flat against the mattress. You canât help but bounce a bit in anticipation.
Remus is walking towards you, smiling fondly, and then out of nowhere Sirius is stealing away all his attention, pulling him down into a heated kiss that has you frowning. Seconds pass and they donât pull away - in fact, Remus laces his fingers through inky black curls and pulls him closer.
You let out an exasperated whimper, but are left wondering if they even heard you, given that they donât acknowledge you at all.
You try again. âDaddy,â you whine out, and your excitement come back tenfold when Remus turns away from Sirius, setting his gaze directly on you.
Sirius gives you a dark glare, clearly irritated by your interruption. You ignore him.
âDonât worry, baby. Havenât forgotten about you,â Remus assures you, coming over to sit right beside you.
You immediately make to climb onto his lap and straddle him, but he stops you with one hand.
âNo, bunny. On your knees, please,â he corrects you, and youâre quick to comply, climbing off of the bed and kneeling between Remusâs slightly spread legs.
Behind you, Sirius barks out a laugh while Remus smiles adoringly down at you. âStill not quite, darling, but youâre very cute. On your knees for Sirius.â
You deflate, sparing a glance at Sirius, who now stands directly behind you, working on his belt buckle. You blink back up at Remus, eyes wide.
âBut, daddy...â You trail off, bringing your arm up to splay your hand across his thigh. âWanna make you feel good, want your cock, daddy, please,â you plead in your prettiest voice.
Remus hums. âLater. Right now youâre gonna suck Sirius off for me,â he tells you, sounding pleased with your efforts but firm in his decision.
You grumble a bit but turn around anyway, looking up to a smug faced Sirius stroking languidly at his hard cock. His shit eating grin alone is enough to have you clamping your mouth shut.
âOpen,â he tells you, irritated.
You only stare at him, lips tightly sealed.
Remus doesnât say anything yet, but he never does unless he has to. You both equally enjoy riling Sirius up - it was part of the joke.
In one swift movement the raven haired man is tangling one hand in your hair and readying his hand to smack you across the face.
âHey,â Remusâs voice cuts through the air, voice stern, effectively stopping Sirius in his tracks. âKnock it off,â he continues to warn, and when you give Sirius a triumphant smile Remus adds: âBoth of you.â
âMoony-â Sirius starts.
âDaddy-â you say at the same time.
âQuiet. Open up baby, or Iâll let him slap you next time.â
Sirius looks down at you pointedly, as if daring you to disobey. His face makes you want to close your mouth so hard that your teeth grind together - just to spite him - but you donât want to end up in further trouble. Reluctantly, you open up.
âGood girl,â Remus praises, all hostility gone from his voice as Sirius pushes his cock into your waiting mouth.
The little bit of praise is enough to spur you on as you take in Siriusâs stiff prick, heavy and warm against your tongue. His grip on your hair is loose, so you take it upon yourself to bob your head against him, hollowing your cheeks to provide suction.
Sirius scoffs. âGood girl,â he echoes derisively, âYeah right. This is all sheâs fuckinâ good for.â
You look up at him through your lashes, wondering if you can get away with biting him. But despite how his words spark a desire to rebel, you find that they also send tendrils of arousal down to your tummy.
You moan around him, working on taking him deeper and further, and you hear Sirius curse above you. His grip on your hair tightens, and you start to feel him thrust slightly into your mouth in time with your movements, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding at the back of your throat.
âMy pretty girl,â Remus murmurs gently, a stark contrast to the obscene, wet sounds that fill the air as Sirius starts to lazily fuck your mouth. âLook at you, hm? You like taking Siriusâs cock in your mouth?â
You make a garbled sound before managing to give two sharp hums. Nuh-uh.
âNo?â is all Remus says, laughter in his voice. âDonât be silly, bunny. I can smell you from here,â he tells you, tone laced with pure amusement as if youâd just told him a funny joke.
The fire in your belly burns ever brighter at the confirmation that Remus can indeed smell your arousal, and you let out a whine at the thought.
In return, Siriusâs pace quickens slightly, using the hand in your hair to hold you in place as he thrusts into your mouth.
âCanât hide anything from Moony, can you? He told me what a horny slut youâve been all day,â he says, sneering down at you.
You donât get a chance to take a proper breath before Sirius is abruptly pulling your head against him, burying your nose in his happy trail. You cough around him, struggling to breathe through your nose as his cock assaults the back of your throat.
You place a hand against his thigh, quietly asking for some leeway, but he just pushes your head further with even more force. Your nose is pressed so hard against his stomach now that you canât inhale anymore, and you try desperately to tear your head away, but Siriusâs grip doesnât falter.
You feel the tears that had been pricking at the corners of your eyes start to fall, and your face heats up as blood rushes to your head.
âLet her breathe, then.â Remusâs voice cuts through the haze, and Sirius tugs you off of him by the hair.
You take large, greedy breaths, leaning away and rubbing at your eyes as you cough between loud gasps of air.
âFucking dramatic,â Sirius mutters to himself as he strides off, walking over to the other side of the bed.
âGood job, baby,â Remus praises in contrast, as you settle back between his legs and rest your head against his knee. âSuch a good girl, come up here, bunny.â
You make haste, quick to crawl up onto his lap and straddle him like youâd wanted to do earlier. Youâre vaguely aware of Sirius behind him, ridding himself of his shirt and trousers, but when Remus cups your face in his hands and pulls you into a kiss you forget everything else.
Itâs your reward, you realize as he gently melds his lips against yours, and you bask in the attention youâre getting.
When he pulls away itâs to undo the buttons of your shirt, and you swiftly help him at the task.
âCan I fuck her now?â Sirius calls restlessly from behind Remus, and youâre hit in the face by irony - remembering Siriusâs earlier jab at you about patience.
You try to restrain yourself - you really do - but you just canât help it. Turning your attention to Remus, you remark, âHe canât be patient to save his life.â
And Remus actually snorts, staring fixedly away from you as he rids you of your shirt, as if he wonât be able to control his laughter if he looks at you too long. You grin at your triumph, and snicker a bit at how you were able to momentarily pull Remus out of his dominant headspace.
When you spare a glance at Sirius he has such a serene expression that itâs unnerving. âYouâre a stupid fucking whore, you know that? And Iâm gonna fuck the brat right out of you.â he says matter-of-factly.
You turn your attention back to Remus, whoâs making quick work of your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and discarding it behind you.
âIâm not a brat, daddy, Iâm a good girl,â you tell him, carding your fingers through his hair and playing with the ends of his curls.
âOf course you are,â Remus assures you, bringing his large hands to your breasts and giving them a quick squeeze that has you squirming on his lap. âDonât listen to Padfoot, pretty girl.â
With that, he maneuvers you off of his lap and onto the mattress so youâre facing away from Sirius, sitting on your knees. The man behind you is quick to grab you by the ankles and tug you toward him, forcing you onto your stomach.
You let him rid you of your skirt and panties, not bothering to help as he roughly pulls the fabric away from you. Once youâre fully stripped Sirius delivers a harsh blow to your bare ass.
âOw!â you hiss out, caught off guard. âWhat was that for?!â
âFun,â heâs quick to reply. You donât even have to look at him to know heâs grinning at you - you can hear it in his voice.
You grit your teeth and angrily kick your feet at him, but all it does is earn you another hard smack.
Remus lets everything unfold as he pulls off his shirt and trousers, clearly content to just watch the two of you wordlessly bicker.
You try to kick at Sirius again but he takes both his knees and pins down your thighs with his body weight. Now all you can do is bend your knees, calves swinging harmlessly on either side of him.
You let out a frustrated scream when he gives your backside three more slaps, and you try to reach behind yourself to hit him back but that seems to be when Remus decides heâs had enough.
âAre you both done?â he speaks up, coming to stand in front of you. âCâmon, hands and knees.â
You squirm beneath Siriusâs weight and he climbs off of you so you can follow your new instructions. In your new position your face is level with Remusâs groin, and you struggle to keep your hands to yourself at the sizable bulge in his boxers.
Behind you, Sirius lazily runs his fingers along your wet folds, ignoring your clit entirely. You try not to react to his touch but a moan escapes you involuntarily when his thumb prods at your entrance.
âHardly fucking doing anything,â he mutters, continuing to play with your arousal.
Remus pulls down his boxers and your mouth opens immediately at the sight of his large, hard cock.
He smiles down at you, taking your chin in his hand. âThatâs my girl. Fucking beautiful, you know that? So fuckinâ pretty with your mouth open for me.â
You let out a whine as the praise goes straight to your cunt, and when Remus brings his thumb to your mouth you close your lips around it hungrily, eager to have something in your mouth.
Behind you, Sirius is shuffling about, the mattress shifting under his weight, but you canât seem to find it in yourself to care very much. Youâre content to just suckle at Remusâs digit - that is, until you feel the head of Siriusâs cock sliding along your folds.
You gasp at the sensation, mouth falling open, and Remusâs thumb leaves you. You let out a breathy moan as Siriusâs tip starts to press against your entrance.
Above you, Remus hums, running a hand through your hair and maneuvering your head so youâre lined up with his stiff cock.
âYou ready, bunny?â he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, opening up wide.
Remus pushes his cock into your mouth at the same time Sirius pushes his into your cunt, both of them going rigid at the feeling of you wrapped around them.
Remus adoringly smooths your hair back and gathers it into a neat ponytail at the back of your head, and your eyes flutter shut at his gentle touch. A stark contrast to Siriusâs earlier messy grip on your locks.
Sirius sets his pace against your pussy, thrusting in and out just as Remus pushes forward into your mouth, your nose coming to press against his stomach. You try to take measured breaths through your nose, but canât help coughing a bit around his length.
He lets out a quiet groan at the feeling, before pulling away to let you take a proper breath. You do so as quick as you can and then immediately move forward before Remus can even think of doing so, taking him in your mouth yet again.
You donât pull away from Remus. Instead, you brace your weight on just one arm and move your other hand behind you, effectively flipping Sirius off.
âBe nice,â Remus growls out, and you quickly put your hand back where it was, knowing you were close to crossing the line.
It was one thing to bicker with and poke fun at Sirius, but another to disrespect him. You couldnât get away with everything.
Siriusâs pace quickens, his hands tightening around your hips. âYeah,â he hisses out, âBe nice to me.â
You clench your hands tightly around the sheets beneath you, fuming at him using your own words against you. You start to pull away, itching to bite back at him with a clever remark of your own, but Remusâs grip is suddenly firm, holding you in place.
âNo,â he scolds, knowing exactly what youâre thinking. âWhereâs my good girl?â
That perks you up, and you immediately focus your energies on being good for Remus, relaxing your jaw as much as you possibly can and taking him in even deeper than before.
âThere she is,â he hums.
He starts to thrust into your mouth then, twice, three times, and then he pushes all the way in, holding you against his stomach with your nose pressed into his happy trail. When you start to choke he pulls away, lets you breathe, and then starts again.
Behind you, Sirius is speeding up to a near brutal pace, drawing moans out of you that in turn have Remus moaning as well. Youâre barely managing to keep your composure with your lips wrapped around Remusâs cock, but then you feel fingers rubbing quick circles against your clit, and you cough.
He pulls out of your mouth and you cry out in pleasure as Sirius pays special attention to your swollen nub, swirling calloused fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Remus gives you a few seconds to breathe and then pushes himself right past your lips again, leaving you to moan around his cock instead.
âFuck,â Remus spits out, using his hold on your hair to force himself all the way down your throat.
At the same time, Sirius hits a very sensitive spot inside you, and you make a garbled noise of bliss as you choke around Remusâs cock. Your eyes are cloudy with tears and saliva runs from the corners of your mouth and down your chin.
âGonna swallow Remusâs cum like the dirty whore you are?â you hear Sirius ask from behind you, breathing ragged.
You manage to look up at the brunet through your misty vision, and he reacts by letting out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.
âSo fucking pretty,â he tells you, as if in explanation for his outburst. âWant me to cum down your throat, bunny? Hmm?â
You give a muffled whine of confirmation and then he gives you a few more rough thrusts before his hips are stuttering against you. His cock is pulsing in your mouth, then, and as soon as you feel his warm seed start to trickle down your throat, you swallow greedily around him. His low groans as he finds his release send tendrils of pleasure down your body all the way to your pussy.
Remus lets out a shallow breath as he holds desperately onto you, and when you swallow up the last of him he lets go of your hair, pulling you off of him by your face instead.
He presses kisses to your clammy forehead, your cheeks, the corners of your mouth. âSo good for me, bunny. Such a good girl.â He sits down beside you, continuing to shower you with attention as he runs a hand through your hair.
âThank you, daddy,â you sob out, not even sure what youâre thanking him for. The praise, maybe? For cumming down your throat? Or maybe you meant to thank Sirius, whoâs simultaneously pounding into your pussy and working your sensitive clit, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Your release is fast approaching as Sirius repeatedly hits your g-spot, all your thoughts muddled with pleasure as the roaring flame in your belly grows ever hotter.
âIs âgood girlâ gonna cum?â Sirius grits out condescendingly. âWhy donât you ask your daddy for permission?â
You know heâs making fun of you but you canât even find it in yourself to argue with him.
âDaddy!â you cry instantly, voice scratchy from its earlier treatment, âDaddy, can I cum, please?â you plead to Remus as the feeling in your abdomen gets tighter and tighter.
âOf course you can, pretty girl.â
Itâs as if that was all your body needed to hear, because immediately your orgasm is being torn out of you in the form of a fiery explosion. You clench around Siriusâs cock as your whole body is engulfed by pleasure, the feeling amplified by the contrast of Siriusâs brutal pace and Remusâs gentle caress.
Just as you start to come down from it, Sirius gives a few more hard thrusts before you feel the warmth of his release as he cums inside your cunt. You let out a moan and a shudder at the sensation as Sirius continues to ride out his orgasm, slowly pushing in and out of you.
âGood job, baby.â Remus praises once Sirius pulls completely out of you.
You let yourself flop onto the bed, breathing heavily and turning yourself onto your back so you can look at both of them. Siriusâs face is flushed and heâs smiling lazily down at you, and Remus scoots closer in order to keep stroking at your hair.
âAlways so good for us,â he adds, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âDid you really just say âusâ?â Sirius raises an eyebrow, and although your head is still hazy from your orgasm you let out a laugh, kicking weakly at him.
âSheâs a good girl, really,â Remus waves him off.
âWhen she wants to be, maybe.â
You grin up at both of your boys through half lidded eyes, thinking about the strange turn of events that brought you to this point.
So what if your inside joke had gotten a little bit carried away? Itâs not as if you were complaining...
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Bonus:
Later on, you remember something.
âAre we not gonna talk about the fact that Remus can smell when Iâm-â
âNo, actually itâs embarrassing.â
You gape at him, stopping in the middle of pulling on one of Siriusâs long sleeved nightshirts.
âAre you joking?â You ask of him, incredulous, quickly tugging on the shirt the rest of the way.
âItâs fucking hot,â You and Sirius say at the same time, Sirius calling it out around a mouthful of toothpaste from the door of the bathroom.
Remus rolls his eyes and shakes his head and you sit down on the bed with him, crossing your legs beneath you.
âHow can you say that!? You were so confident about it earlier,â you tell him, laughing slightly.
A pink splotch starts to form on his cheek. âThat was earlier! In the moment!â
You raise both hands in a defensive gesture and Sirius chooses then to come out of the bathroom, clad in just his boxers.
âI think itâs a useful skill,â he pitches in, plopping down beside you.
âYeah, see!â you agree, looking pointedly at Remus.
Remus grimaces, leaning against the headboard. âI should never have told you.â
Sirius looks innocently between himself and you. âMe or her?â
âBoth of you! Youâll be insufferable from now on. Or even more insufferable, I suppose.â
You grin and Sirius laughs and then you scramble to the center of the bed, cozying up to Remus.
Sirius raises an eyebrow. âHow come you get the middle?â
âIâm cold,â you say, as if itâs obvious.
âWell what if Iâm cold?â
âSuck it up.â
âThatâs not very fair, didnât you get the middle last time-â
âYeah and then you hogged the covers, we were all-â
â...when you- Wait I hog the covers?! Youâre the one who-â
â...and you just left me and Moony coverless!â
âOh! Hm! Thatâs really interesting because I-â
âIf you two donât settle down youâre both getting kicked out.â Remus cuts Sirius off.
You both stop talking immediately, rushing to get under the covers and settle into bed. You hardly pay attention to who gets what position but once Remus turns the light off and you get comfortable you realize you made it to the middle.
âI won,â you whisper.
âShut up,â Sirius hisses back at you, but thereâs no malice in his voice.
You all sleep soundly through the night (even though by morning Sirius has hogged the covers).
when pepper said âyou can rest nowâ she knew the pain tony was in and she knew tony would try to fight unless pepper said itâs okay, and she rather him die than suffer and honesty, in not okay after this movie
yâall ever realize that the first time peter called mr stark âtonyâ was when tony was dying and peter knew that tony hated being called âmr starkâ bc it made him feel old, and peter knew he was dying so he called him âtonyâ bc he knew he wouldnât get the chance to call him that ever again? well i did and it hurts my heart
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