Remus has you bent over the edge of his bed, your face pressed into the rumpled sheets as he fucks you slow and deep from behind. His thick cock stretches you perfectly with every deliberate roll of his hips, one large hand gripping your hip while the other tangles in your hair, keeping you arched just right for him.
“Fuuuck, love… you feel incredible,” he groans low, voice rough with pleasure. “Takin’ me so well—mmm, yeah, just like that.” He grinds in deep, a quiet "shit" escaping him when you clench around his length. You moan softly into the mattress, pushing back to meet his thrusts, the wet slide of him inside you making your thighs tremble.
He leans over you, chest warm against your back, lips brushing your ear. “So good for me… so fuckin’ wet—ahh, shit—” His rhythm falters for a second as you squeeze him deliberately, earning a stuttered breath and another deep push.
The dorm door creaks open quietly. James and Sirius slip inside, still in their slightly disheveled Quidditch robes, hair messy from practice. They pause in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of you and Remus—his hips rolling steadily, your body rocking with each thrust, soft moans filling the room.
James’s lips part, a slow smirk spreading as he gently closes the door behind them with a soft click. Sirius leans against the frame for a moment, grey eyes darkening with heat as he takes in the scene, his voice low and appreciative. “Well… looks like we walked in on something good.”
Remus doesn’t stop, just glances over with a lazy grin, still buried deep inside you. “You two took your time,” he murmurs, voice husky. “She needed this.”
Sirius moves first, shedding his outer robe quietly as he approaches the bed. He drops to his knees beside you, one hand gently cupping your cheek to turn your face toward him. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you slow and deep, swallowing your breathy moans while Remus keeps fucking you with those long, steady strokes. “Mmm… listen to those pretty sounds you’re making.”
James sets his broom aside carefully and climbs onto the bed in front of you, unzipping with unhurried movements. “Room for one more up here?” he asks softly, voice already thick. He frees his cock, stroking himself a few times as he watches you. “Open up for me, love… yeah, just like that—fuuuck.” You take him into your mouth with a contented hum, tongue swirling around the head as he groans quietly.
Sirius’s hand trails down your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles that match Remus’s pace. “Shit, she’s dripping,” he breathes against your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Remus stretching you while James fills that pretty mouth—mmm, fuck, you’re clenching so much.”
Remus lets out a low growl, hips snapping a little harder. “F-fuck… yeah, she is. Keep touching her like that—nngh, shit—” His words trail off into a deep groan as your walls flutter around him.
James threads his fingers gently through your hair, rocking into your mouth with shallow thrusts. “God, your tongue—fuuuck, love, so warm and wet—mmm, perfect.” His voice breaks into a soft whine when you suck harder.
The pleasure builds fast with all three of them on you. Sirius slides lower, mouth latching onto one of your breasts, tongue flicking over your nipple while his fingers work your clit faster. You moan loudly around James’s cock, the vibrations pulling a string of curses from him. “Shitshit—fuckin’ hell, that feels amazing—”
Remus’s pace grows rougher, his breath hot against your shoulder. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Fuuuck, I can feel it—come on, love, let go—ahh, fuckfuckfuuuuck—”
Your orgasm crashes over you hard, body shaking as you cry out around James, walls pulsing tight around Remus. “Fuuuuck—yes, just like that,” Remus groans, fucking you through it with deep, grinding thrusts. “So good—shit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”
They ease you through the aftershocks, hands stroking soothingly over your skin. But they’re not done.
Sirius pulls back with a slick sound, lips curved in a wicked smile. “My turn to taste how messy you’ve gotten.” He helps flip you onto your back, settling between your spread thighs. His tongue drags slowly through your folds, licking up the mix of your release and Remus’s, letting out a satisfied “Mmm… fuck, you taste incredible like this.”
You whine softly, hips twitching as he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them expertly. James shifts so your head rests in his lap, feeding you his cock again. “Take me, love—yeahhh… fuuuck, your mouth is heaven.” Remus kneels beside you, one hand stroking himself while the other pinches and rolls your nipples, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone.
Sirius devours you with lazy enthusiasm, tongue and fingers working together until you’re writhing. “Mmm—gonna fuck you now,” he murmurs, rising up and lining himself up. He sinks in slowly, savoring every inch with a long, drawn-out groan. “Fuuuck, love… still so tight and full—shit, feels perfect.”
He starts thrusting in a smooth rhythm, hands gripping your thighs. James fucks your mouth gently, whispering praises. “So pretty taking us all… mmm, good girl.” Remus watches closely, occasionally leaning in to lick at your clit alongside where Sirius moves inside you, making you jolt and moan.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Sirius pants, pace picking up. “You feel too good—f-fuck—gonna lose it if you keep—nngh—clenchin’ like that.”
You come again with a muffled cry, body arching as Sirius follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken “Shit—fuckfuckfuuuuck—fillin’ you up, love—mmm, yes.”
James pulls out to spill across your tongue and lips, groaning softly as you swallow what you can. Remus takes Sirius’s place almost immediately, sliding back into your slick, cum-filled heat with a satisfied sigh. “My turn again… gonna take my time with you—fuuuck, so warm and messy—shit, I love it.”
They surround you completely now—Sirius and James on either side, hands and mouths teasing every sensitive spot while Remus fucks you deep and unhurried. Soft moans, whispered curses, and contented hums fill the room as they draw out every bit of pleasure, building you up slowly toward the next peak.
“Fuuuck, look at her,” James murmurs, voice husky. “Our perfect girl… takin’ everything we give you—mmm, beautiful.”
Remus’s thrusts grow deeper, his groans turning ragged. “Gonna cum again—nngh, fuck—come with me this time, love—ahh, shitshit—yes—”
You shatter once more between them, overwhelmed and blissful, their combined touches and filthy, broken praises keeping you floating as they claim you thoroughly in the shared dorm. Their hands never stop wandering, promising many more rounds before the night is through.
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⬩➤ note: I KNEOWWW that I just posted a fic three days ago but I HAD to write this special drabble for y'all because holy shit THANK U FOR 100 FOLLOWERS EVERYONE🥹🥹 I'm genuinely so thankful for every single one of you, I did not expect my little writing hobby to blow up this much, I love y'all sm!!! Anyway, I hope u like my little drabble, it's basically just porn with no plot lol
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), anal, threesome, not proofread!!
a/n: here’s your final episode :) the consistent outpouring of love, praise, and support for this series has been the most wonderful, validating, truly irreproducible thing. i will never receive this much love ever again. the thank yous that i owe this community wouldn’t even do this feeling justice. thank you.
a proposition: masterlist
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You had agreed to tell Remus first.
You had also agreed that you would wait until after doing so to tell the rest of the group. You didn’t know how they would react, but you knew that it would mean leaving the group. You and Sirius both hoped that everyone would be fine to continue hanging out together, just without the sex from you two.
Still, the nerves of telling your friends was nothing compared to the nerves of telling Remus. You had thought for hours about whether or not you were ready to give up Remus in order to have Sirius to yourself, should he say no. You were also worried that you were getting in the middle of a friendship; Sirius and Remus were two of the closest souls you’d ever met. If you caused a rift, you’d never forgive yourself.
But it was hard to tell Remus when you and Sirius were incapable of being alone for longer than six seconds without him being on you. Especially when you had to keep it a secret until Remus knew.
“We agreed that we were gonna do it today,” you giggled, trying (not very hard) to push Sirius off of you.
“Mhm,” Sirius hummed, his lips attached to your neck, as he pretended to listen to you.
“Siri! We said!”
“Mhm,” he hummed again, ignoring you.
“Down boy,” you joked.
Sirius sighed and gave in, lifting his head to look at you. “You can’t give me fifteen minutes?”
You raised your eyebrows at him.
“Fine, ten.”
“Sirius!”
“Okay, five. I honestly don’t even need that long.”
“We were supposed to have done this already, remember?”
Sirius dipped his head. You had actually planned on telling Remus days ago, but every single time you and Sirius met up to go do it, his hands immediately found their way to your body, and you folded.
Sirius traced your jawline with his thumb, holding your chin between his fingers as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I would rather die than share you with anyone other than Remus,” he said, and you knew he meant it, “so you’re lucky it’s him.”
“Not even James? Wow, such favoritism,” you lightened the mood.
You meant it as a joke, but Sirius’s jaw clenched. “James doesn’t ever get to touch you again,” he said, “so he better learn to live with that.”
You tilted your head. “You’re stalling.”
“I’ve never been anxious about talking to Remus of all people,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry,” you replied.
“Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t have to if I wasn’t like this,” you said.
Sirius placed a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to apologize, hun, I get it. Remus is a smokeshow.”
You blushed. “Oh yeah. Way hotter than you.”
“He wishes,” Sirius said, making a show of shaking his hair away from his face, “no one is hotter than me.”
“Can’t argue with that,” you agreed.
“Really?” he said, “if I’m so hot, then what do you feel when I do this to you?”
Sirius’s hips ground down onto yours, putting pressure directly onto your core. You whimpered at the sensation, and Sirius grinned.
“Not fair,” you swallowed.
“Give me four and a half minutes,” he pleaded.
“Sirius-“
“Four. Minutes.”
You sighed. He might have been keeping the mood lighthearted, but you knew that deep down, he was needy. He was about to start sharing you, and he just wanted the assurance that you were his no matter what. You could give him that happily.
“No way in hell you can make me come in four minutes.”
Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “You kiddin’?”
“If you think you can, then prove it,” you challenged.
Sirius groaned as he caught your lips in a kiss, his hand finding its way to your throat, keeping you pressed down against the mattress. He used his other hand to pull your underwear down your body just enough to give him access.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down only as much as he needed, his semi-hard already aching as he prodded your entrance.
Sirius never bothered with removing, or even just moving, your skirt. He liked it a little too much, and loved to watch the fabric fold with each thrust into you. It almost made it feel secretive, like no one had to know what was happening under your skirt but the two of you.
“Three and a half minutes left,” you teased.
Sirius slammed his entire length into you with one thrust of his hips, causing your body to jolt as you moaned at the sudden feeling. His hand never left your throat.
Sirius didn’t bother to ease you into the sex, but rather immediately began to fuck you hard, nearly pulling out each time before slamming his whole cock back into you.
He leaned down and swallowed one of your moans before heavy breathing, “you’re being real bratty today. You must have forgotten that I know what I do to you. And I know how you like it.”
Sirius began to rub circles onto your clit, causing your hips to squirm underneath him. He slapped the side of your thigh and said “don’t move.”
“I-“
“Stay fucking still,” Sirius said, his grip on your throat getting a little bit tighter.
You simply moaned in response, trying desperately to still your hips, despite his touch. You couldn’t. You kept squirming.
“I said stay still,” he repeated, “do you understand me?”
“Yes,” you gasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Siri.”
“Try again.”
You gazed up at Sirius, his cock never slowing down as you searched his eyes for any indication of what he meant. You’d never called him anything else.
Through shallow breaths and moans, you asked, “do you want sir or daddy?”
Sirius bowed his head, gripping your hip harshly as he fucked you even harder, the filthy noise of skin hitting skin becoming louder and more frequent. “Bloody hell,” he said, the question sending him over the edge, “say yes sir.”
“Yes sir,” you moaned.
Sirius couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, trying to contain his noises as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could. He pushed your throat even further into the mattress, his other hand holding your hip in place, making sure you were staying still for him. “Again.”
“Yes, sir, fuck, yes, Siri, I can’t-“
“You can do it, baby, come for me.”
“I-“
“Come on my cock, that’s it,” Sirius egged you on, causing you to hit your climax and squeeze his cock like a vice. Your hips would have lifted if he wasn’t gripping them in place, and your thighs shook around his waist.
“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he growled, “fuck, tell me where to come.”
“Anywhere,” you breathed.
Sirius pressed his forehead against yours as he pulled out of you, stroking himself as he released onto your stomach.
You stayed there for a few minutes, breathing one another in as you caught your breath.
“Guess we should go find Rem,” Sirius whispered.
“Five minutes,” you smiled.
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“Knock.”
“You said you’d knock.”
“I did not.”
“You literally said-“
“Just knock on the door.”
“You gave me this whole big speech about how you had to be the one to take the leap-“
“Okay!” Sirius gave in, knocking on the door to the Quidditch prep room.
Remus swung the door open, confused. “Why the fuck are you knocking? It’s not a private prep room.”
You and Sirius just turned to one another. Sirius said, “I have a girl with me. This is the men’s prep room.”
“That you do,” Remus said, “I see you’re on speaking terms again?”
You and Sirius exchanged a look. “Yeah, we worked it out.”
Remus smirked at Sirius and stepped back, allowing you and Sirius to enter the prep room as he went back to reorganizing his Quidditch storage space.
“So,” Remus said, “you two are all good?”
You took a seat on the bench between the two rows of storage spaces, and Sirius stayed standing directly behind you.
“We’re good,” Sirius said, and then lowering the volume of his voice, he continued, “a little more than good.”
You felt the heat rush into your cheeks.
Remus whipped his head around to face you. “Oh?”
Your leg began to furiously shake. You swallowed your nerves down and took a deep breath. “We actually came here because we need to talk to you about that,” you admitted.
Remus took a deep breath and stood up, leaning one shoulder against the row of storage spaces to his left. “Okay. Shoot.” He was so casual that it was almost more difficult to speak.
“You’re gonna make us say it?” Sirius asked.
“Mhm,” Remus crossed his arms.
“But you know.”
“All I know is that you two have been M.I.A. for a couple of weeks now, and now you’re suddenly in contact again.“
“Well, yeah, we’re together, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Sirius said.
Remus took a second to absorb the confession. You watched all of his facial features and body gestures in painstaking detail. You were not ready to lose Remus.
“So you’re exclusive?” Remus asked.
Sirius just shrugged, knowing you weren’t exactly exclusive, but you weren’t exactly not.
“You want out of the group?” Remus asked.
You and Sirius just stared at him. Neither of you really knew what to say or how to pivot the conversation where you needed it. Sirius wanted you to take the lead since this was mostly about you still needing Remus around, but you were too nervous to say anything.
Your nerves started to get the better of you, and your other leg began to shake. Your breathing quickened, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your hands. You tried to swallow the nerves down, but your breath was becoming shallow with the quickness.
“Hey hey hey,” Remus said, kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his, “relax, relax. What’s going on? Talk to me, baby.”
He knew which word would reel you back in.
“I’m nervous to ask you,” you said.
Remus kept his voice calm and sweet. “Ask me what, hm?”
You took a few breaths, resetting yourself before speaking. “Sirius and I are together,” you said, “but I want us to be together, with, you know… with you.”
Remus looked deep into your eyes. He didn’t know what to say.
In mere moments, you felt yourself slipping back into that shy, blushy girl that was nervous to ask Remus to take her virginity.
“You-“ Remus looked between you and Sirius, “you both want that?”
You both looked to Sirius, knowing that the question was mostly for him.
Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, yeah,” he started, “I’d be happy to have her all to myself, trust me, but the only condition she had, was you.”
“So only she wants this,” Remus said.
“I want her,” Sirius explained, “and I’m happy to do anything that means I get that. She said she can’t give you up. You’re my best friend. You’re the only person I would share her with. Besides, listening to her choke on a dick during backshots would be hot as fuck, so it’s fine.”
You started choking on air.
Remus giggled. “So you’re okay with this because threesomes are hot?”
“I’m okay with this because it means I get her,” Sirius said, completely serious, “if the only little thing along with that is that she wants to fuck you, I can live with that. Hell, she coulda asked for way worse than that.”
You could feel the heat in your cheeks. Remus turned his attention back to you. “You’ve really talked about this, huh?”
You nodded your head up and down.
“So you want me to, like, date both of you?” Remus asked.
“Not if you don’t want to,” you said, “dating wasn’t exactly what we came here to propose.”
“So you two aren’t dating?”
“We are,” Sirius clarified.
“Ah, I see, you just want me for my body, then,” Remus joked.
You dropped your head. “When you put it like that-“
“I can’t operate in our group if you two branch off, and I still fuck you,” Remus said, “that wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. You know what I mean?”
You nodded.
He continued, “so are you asking me to still just fuck you, or are you asking me to date you?”
You honestly hadn’t thought about what Remus said. You figured he would go on as normal, and only you and Sirius wouldn’t. You weren’t sure where to go from here. “I don’t know,” you admitted.
“Listen, baby, Sirius and I have been best friends for years. We fuck around, but- and Sirius, stop me if I’m wrong, but I’m gonna speak for both of us here- we’re too close as friends to date. It’s just not like that with us. We’re best mates. We have plenty of sex, but that’s it. We can’t cross that line, we’ve never wanted to,” Remus said.
“Yeah, yeah, no that makes sense,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked to your fidgeting hands in your lap, “I understand.”
“He’s right, that’s just not us,” Sirius said, toying with a few strands of your hair.
“Yeah,” Remus agreed, “and I can’t be involved with your relationship and still be in the group. You get that too right?”
“Mhm,” you vocalized, “I get it, Rem. I do. I just figured it was worth asking, but it’s okay. Really.”
Remus looked at the conflicted emotions written all over your face, and could see you weren’t sure what to do from here, but that you were disappointed, so he tilted his head to catch your attention back from your hands.
“So if we’re gonna do this, you’re gonna have to date me, too.”
You blinked dramatically several times before speaking. “What?”
“That’s the only way this works,” Remus said.
“But- wait, wait, wait, so- but… and you, but-“
“Hold on,” Sirius said, “can you give us a minute?”
Remus and Sirius exchanged a heavy glance. Without speaking, they had an entire conversation about how Remus didn’t understand why he should leave, but Sirius just needed a private moment to speak to you, but Remus thought anything said could be said in front of him, but holy shit Remus can you just give us a minute already.
Remus reluctantly walked toward the door, said “two minutes. I’m counting,” and left, shutting the door behind him.
Sirius swung in front of you and knelt down, catching your attention. “We didn’t talk about this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t think he’d agree to date you,” Sirius explained, “we didn’t talk about what we wanted to do if that happened.”
“Okay, so talk about it,” you said.
“I assumed we’d be together, and if he agreed to this, you’d just fuck around every once in a while,” Sirius said, “I didn’t think I’d have to share you that much.”
“You don’t own me, Sirius,” you said, and it came off much more confrontational than you intended.
“I know, I know,” Sirius began to shut down.
“I didn’t mean that negatively,” you said, toying with a strand of his hair and tucking it behind his ear, “I just mean that I tried to be upfront with you about me and Remus. You said you were okay with it.”
“I am.”
“So what’s going on? Where is this insecurity coming from?”
“I don’t know.”
You took a deep breath and remembered to be gentle. “I’ve told you this before, but I’ll say it again, Sirius. Whatever is between myself and Remus does not impact what’s between us. I don’t have a finite amount of love to go around, you know.”
Sirius stared at you for so long that you assumed he disassociated and forgot what you said.
“Siriu-“
“You love me?”
You paused. “What?”
“You said you don’t have a finite amount of love to go around. Are you saying you love me?”
“Right now feels like a really bad time to have this conversation-“
“Just answer the question.”
“But if I say it now then it’ll feel like I’m manipulating your decision or your feelings about this and I really don’t want to-“
“You know I love you,” Sirius cut your ramble off, “if we love each other, I can do this. That’s all I need. I love Remus in a different way. But if you love me, and if I can always say you loved me first, I can do this.”
“I don’t want to manipulate you.”
“You’re not manipulating me, Y/N, I really am okay with you and Remus. But if you’re going to date, I need to know where we stand. Please.”
“I just-“
“Please.”
You took a deep breath. “I love you.”
Sirius smiled and immediately leaned toward you, pulling your head toward his as he captured your lips in a kiss.
You pulled away. “So what are we saying to Remus when he comes back in? Are you really okay with this?”
“I am. I promise I’d say if I wasn’t. Is this what you want?”
“I want you both.”
“Time’s up,” Remus said, swinging the door open, “what’d I miss?”
Sirius stayed knelt in front of you, and he took one of your hands in his own. “Oh, nothing.”
“I’m assuming you spoke about what I said,” Remus said.
“Yeah,” you confirmed.
“And?”
“You really want to date me?” you asked.
Remus shrugged as if it was the most casual conversation ever. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, considering my feelings for you and all.”
You tilted your head. “Your what?”
“Oh come on, I know you feel what I feel. It’s soul, it’s more than just body. Don’t act surprised.”
“I am surprised,” you replied, “I thought- I guess I just assumed you’d only ever want sex.”
Remus knelt down next to Sirius. “My options right now mean I either lose you or keep you. Seems to be a pretty easy decision to me.”
“But the rest of the group-“
“Will understand. They all need a little excitement anyway. Or maybe just the push of a change. I know Dorcas has feelings for Mary, even if she doesn’t admit it.”
“Are you sure?”
Remus turned to Sirius. “You okay with this too?”
“I’m with you, Moons. Two options. Easy decision,” he responded.
“I’m really not that special,” you laughed.
“You are to us,” Sirius said.
That’s how you knew he was truly okay with this. You are to us. Us. Like he and Remus both dating you was the most normal thing ever.
“Okay, so that’s settled,” Remus said, “you’ve got two boyfriends and Sirius is a freak of nature who thinks about eiffel towering you in his free time.”
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“I assume this has to do with Marlene.”
“Fucking what? No, why the fuck would you say that?” Sirius snapped.
Dorcas threw her hands up. “Because we never actually talked about it, idiot.”
“It’s been weeks,” Sirius shot back.
“Which is why I’m confused.”
“Okay, well it’s not about Marlene.”
“Okay. Damn. Sorry.”
Everyone looked around the room at one another.
“I see we’re starting off on a positive note, then,” Alecto joked.
“We called this because we have something to talk to you guys about,” Sirius clarified.
“Who’s ‘we’?” Evan asked.
“I’m not sure if any of you could tell, but I’ve had some feelings for Y/N for quite some time.”
A quick capachony sounded: “Yeah, we know.” “We could tell.” “Mhm.” “Yeah, duh.” “No, we all know.”
“Okay, bloody hell,” Sirius said.
“If you’re saying it here, I’m assuming she knows, then?” Evan asked.
“Yeah, she knows,” Sirius said, taking a deep breath, “and she feels the same.”
Everyone in the room took a breath or looked around at one another.
“Oh,” said James, “so, what exactly does that mean?”
Sirius swallowed hard. He didn’t want to drop the mask of confidence, but James was the one person in this group he couldn’t risk losing.
“It means we’re gonna, you know,” Sirius took another breath, “date.”
“You’re gonna date,” Mary said, “like date date?”
“Yeah.”
“So you want out of this?” Mary asked for clarification.
“I mean, I guess so, yeah.”
There was a long moment of silence.
Then: “oh thank fucking hell,” Mary sighed.
Both you and Sirius creased your brows and turned to her. “What?” you asked.
“I’ve been crushing on someone in my potions class all year, but I didn’t wanna fuck any of you over by talking to her,” Mary said.
“I’m pretty sure James and Lily have been secretly dating for two months,” Dorcas chimed in.
“We have not!” James protested.
“Oh really? So tell me why I saw-“
“We have,” Lily admitted, “I’m really sorry, guys, it just happened.”
“Oh Merlin, am I the only person who’s actually gone along with the rules we made?” Evan asked.
“I have!” Alecto said, “we all said no feelings! Look what happened with Marlene! Are you guys kidding me?”
“Sirius,” Dorcas said, catching his attention, “you deserve this. I’m glad you found someone. Don’t let anyone tell you this is bad. We all worry about you. Isn’t that right?”
Alecto rolled her eyes. “I guess, yeah.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have an issue with this,” Evan said, turning to Remus, “you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet.”
Remus smirked. “I’m actually gonna date Y/N too, I was just gonna wait for the dust to settle to mention it.”
“Oh?” Lily vocalized.
“We really don’t want this to fuck up our friendships,” you said.
“I don’t think it will,” Dorcas said, “besides, I think maybe it’s time we all stop being so restrictive with ourselves.”
“What do you mean?” James asked.
“This was fun, and some of us are still gonna fuck around, trust me, but it sounds like maybe we gotta move on.”
“I’d really love to actually date James,” Lily admitted.
“What about me? What about Alecto? Or even you, Dorcas?”
“It’s not like we can’t all still hang,” Remus said, “but some of us caught feelings. I’ve learned that you really can’t ignore that.”
“Never took you for a feelings type of guy,” Alecto said, “if you really mean that, then it must be true.”
Remus stole a quick glance in your direction and smiled. “I really mean it.”
“Okay, cool, so no more sex group,” Dorcas said, “are we all in agreement?”
Everyone nodded their heads and turned to Evan, the most obstinate of the group.
“Yeah, I guess,” Evan said, “I just- you guys are my best friends.”
“Dude, we’re still gonna hang,” Remus said, and Evan smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Of course,” Remus said, “I haven’t picked on you nearly enough.”
Evan laughed to show his acceptance.
“Cool,” you said, “that didn’t go so bad.”
“Honestly Y/N? We were all hoping Sirius would fine the balls to ask you out. We’ve had to sit here for months watching him pine and yearn and stare and-“
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sirius cut Dorcas off.
“It’s most certainly not,” Dorcas laughed, “you’ve been making puppy dog eyes at her for weeks. You little lovestruck puppy.”
“We get it,” Sirius said.
“But Y/N, you and Remus were so close, we were all worried, but this seems to work out for everyone. You go girl. Two-for-one.”
“Dorcas,” Sirius warned.
“Can’t believe Sirius Orion Black wants to settle down.”
“Neither can he,” Sirius joked.
“Hey, I’m no dating type either,” Remus said, opening his arms to show himself off.
“That’s true,” James nodded.
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“Whatcha up to?”
You gasped as you turned toward your dormitory door to see your Sirius and Remus leaning against either side of its frame.
“How did you two get in here?” you asked.
“I just waited ‘till a girl walked by and worked my staple Sirius charm,” Sirius smiled.
You rolled your eyes. “You know you shouldn’t be flirting with other girls now, right?”
“Didn’t even think about it, I was too preoccupied with getting in here and seeing you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.
“So,” Remus interrupted, repeating: “what are you up to?”
“Folding laundry,” you said, “really nothing interesting.”
“Where are your dormmates?”
“Um, I think Liyana and Izzy are in Hogsmeade with their boyfriends, and Madeline is on temporary leave because one of her parents got sick and needed some aid,” you responded.
“Do you know when Liyana and Izzy will be back?” Remus asked.
“Why, you interested?”
“In you? Always,” Remus said, stepping closer to you.
“They left about ten minutes ago,” you said, “so I’d say they won’t be back for a while.”
“Is that right?” Sirius said, encroaching upon your personal space and pushing your shoulders until you fell back on the mattress.
You laughed at the haste of it as Sirius hoisted one knee up onto the mattress next to your hip. “Somethin’ funny?”
“We told the group like two hours ago,” you said, “which means this has technically only been official for that long.”
“And?” Remus asked.
“‘S just funny, is all,” you answered, “you guys are so needy.”
Sirius leaned down and bit your earlobe before he whispered, “don’t look like this, and maybe we wouldn’t be so fucking needy.”
When you inhaled a sharp breath in response to his words, he took the opportunity to capture your lips, kissing you so intensely that it pushed your head further into the mattress.
“You ready to take two of us at once, hm?” Sirius breathed as he kissed down your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt.
You gasped when he ran a finger down your underwear, your wetness soaking through the fabric as he teased you.
“Knew you’d have some kind of threesome kink,” you joked.
Sirius only moaned to show he heard you, but he never detached his lips from your neck.
“Pads, take your pants off,” Remus said as he reached underneath Sirius and pulled your underwear clean off of you.
Sirius stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, and Remus grabbed the waistband of your skirt.
“No, leave that,” Sirius said, undoing his belt.
“Why? It’s gonna be in the way.”
“It’s hot, leave it.”
Remus looked at your skirt, and then back to Sirius, who was now completely naked, “it’s bright fucking yellow.”
Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s still a skirt, jackass.”
“Instead of watching your dick go into her, you’d rather look at a bright yellow skir-“
“Oh would you just shut the fuck up?” Sirius shot back, “leave the damn thing on her, would you?”
Remus let go of your waistband and threw his hands up. “Fine. You win, this time.”
“Thank you,” Sirius sighed, walking over and standing in front of you once again, “can you move back for me?”
You shifted yourself backward until your entire body was on the mattress beneath you.
Sirius walked around the bed until he was near your face, and he climbed on the bed so that he was seated beside your head, his cock visible in your left peripheral vision.
Remus slammed onto his chest between your legs, giving Sirius a look as he flipped your skirt up onto your stomach. “Woulda been nice if that wasn’t in the way,” he mumbled.
“What was that now?” Sirius challenged, but the conversation was cut off by the sound of the moan you let out as Remus’s mouth attached to you.
The moment your mouth opened to make the noise, Sirius leaned over your head, making his body perpendicular to yours, and he pushed his cock into your mouth.
You gagged at the sudden intrusion. Sirius stroked your hair and whispered “easy, baby, just tap me if you need me to get up.”
Sirius stopped moving to allow you time to adjust to him, and after a few moments, you swirled your tongue around his length, signaling that you were ready.
Sirius began to slightly grind his hips, pushing his cock in and out a few inches, allowing you to suck him off without you even having to move.
Remus continued to taste you in his usual skilled way, causing you to squirm, but any movement interrupted Sirius’s rhythm, so you fought to stay still. It was not easy.
“Good fucking girl,” Sirius moaned.
Your moans were modified by the sound of Sirius down your throat, which only encouraged Remus to elicit them even more.
He inserted two fingers into you, scissoring them gently to add onto the pleasure. You whined around Sirius's cock, the vibrations adding onto Sirius's pleasure.
"You can't stay quiet, can you?" Sirius laughed, almost at your expense.
You moaned in response.
Remus began to flick his tongue even faster on your clit, knowing that it often brought you extremely close to climaxing. One of your hands shot down to the back of his head, holding him in place as you began to lightly grind your hips to add to the friction.
"That's it, dollface, use him," Sirius moaned, his eyes unable to look away from the sight of your hips circling upward into Remus's face.
You tried to say that you were going to come, but Sirius refused to move.
"Come on, baby, you can do it," Remus teased, immediately resuming tasting you and drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
You nearly screamed around Sirius as you came, Remus slowing down his tongue until your thighs finished shaking. You were so lost in pleasure, while still trying to be good for Sirius, so you didn't even realize that you hadn't let go of Remus's hair.
"I gotta get up at some point here, baby," Remus said.
Sirius finally pulled out of your mouth and allowed you to look down, where you saw Remus still between your legs, gazing up at you. You uncurled your fingers, and Remus smiled at you.
"Sorry," you said.
"Don't be," Remus said, launching himself up onto his arms and leaning over to kiss you.
You thought he was just going to give you one kiss and then get up, which is why you gasped when you pulled away, opened your mouth, and Remus immediately stuck his tongue into your mouth, inviting you into a deeper kiss than you were ready for.
Remus took a turn at intertwining his fingers through your hair, pulling your head up a bit in order to hold your head close against his.
He pulled away, still holding your head, and took in the sight of your swollen lips and lust-blown eyes.
You were so cock drunk and completely consumed by lust that you didn't feel like you were entirely in your body. You looked at Remus, your eyelids hooding part of your eyes, and gazed up at him.
"You ready for us?" Remus asked.
You leaned into the hand holding your hair. "Mm."
"Yeah? You wanna be fucked by two of us at the same time?" he egged you on.
"Please," you whispered.
You didn't even notice Remus's hand become replaced with Sirius's until he forcefully turned your head to the side, keeping you in the proper position to look at him.
"Ask for it," Sirius said.
"M-mm," you protested.
"Ask for it, or we won't give you what you want," he threatened.
Because you wanted this, because you liked it when they were like this, and because you knew you could say no and stop anything at any time, you replied: "Sirius and Remus, I want you to fuck me at the same time. Please fuck me at the same time."
"Oh yeah? How do you want it, hm? We aren't really clear," Sirius taunted.
"I want both of you in me," you said, your voice low.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Beg for it."
You blinked a few times to ground yourself before taking a deep breath. "Please, Siri, please."
"I don't know, Moons, what do you think? I'm not entirely convinced."
Remus tapped his finger to his chin and tilted his head to the side. "I don't think I am either. She must not really mean it."
You shifted yourself out from underneath Remus and backed up until you were in your own space. You maintained eye contact with both of the boys as you climbed off of the bed, stood tall, and slowly began to sink down to your knees.
Remus sat on the edge of the bed and Sirius stood next to you, watching as you placed your palms on the carpet and crawled toward Sirius.
Looking up at him as sultry as you could, you said, "please, sir, I need you both to fill me up. Please."
You could see how hard Sirius was breathing. "Get up."
Instead of standing, you moved your hands from the floor to Sirius's legs, and maintained eye contact as you teased him by getting closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.
"I said get up."
You loved the way things were going, but there was something you knew you could do to make things even more hot and intense. You could give it back to him.
"Make me."
Sirius and Remus stared at you for a full five intense, long seconds before anyone moved. You could hear nothing but everyone's heavy, needy breathing.
Sirius leaned down and hooked his hands under your arms, hoisting you up almost effortlessly and basically throwing you into Remus.
Remus leaned back and held you above him, your arms finding their way onto the mattress on either side of his head to hold you up.
"Spread your legs wider," Remus instructed.
"Or what?" you teased.
Remus slapped your ass and said, "spread your fucking legs wider."
That tone was not to be disobeyed. You did as he said.
You could sense that Sirius was standing directly behind you, even if you couldn't see him. He confirmed he was there by lightly running the tips of his fingers down your back and onto your ass.
Remus gripped his length and lined himself up with you. You nodded down at him to signal that you were ready for him, and he began to push himself into you.
Given the heat of everything, you prepared to Remus to slam his entire cock into you at once, but instead, he pushed barely even just the tip in before pulling right back out.
"Wh-"
You were cut off by the feeling of cold wetness directly on your ass. Sirius used the lubricant to rub himself off as he looked at you, and put a little onto you to tease you around your hole.
You knew that Remus and Sirius must have been communicating with one another somehow, even if only via looks, because the moment you stopped feeling Sirius tease you, Remus began to push into you again.
It was incredibly slow, almost as if he was fighting to move as slow as he possibly could. He was intentionally trying to torture you.
You collapsed onto him, the feeling too much since you were so wet, and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. His grip on your hips was bruising as he committed to the slowness, that is, until he was fully inside of you.
Instead of pulling mostly out and the pushing back in, the way he usually did, he pulled out only a little, and pushed back in hard. So hard that your entire body jolted with each brutal hit.
“Fuck,” you whimpered into his shoulder.
Suddenly, Remus stopped.
He stayed inside of you, but completely stilled himself.
You lifted your head to look at him, and at that moment, you felt the tip of Sirius’s cock at your backside.
Sirius leaned forward briefly to say, “if anything is too much, you tell me, alright, baby?”
You nodded your head.
Sirius began to push his tip inside of you, and you gasped and dropped your head. Remus grabbed your hair and pushed it out of your face, holding either side of your face so that he could see your reactions.
“Dude, would you not move her, please?” Sirius said.
“Didn’t do it in purpose,” Remus responded.
“Just stay still,” Sirius said.
“I’m not trying not to st-“
Sirius reached down and gently gripped Remus’s balls, then smacked your ass. “Stay fucking still,” he barked.
Remus stopped protesting.
Sirius tried again, moving arguably slower than Remus. You focused on your breathing, and when he was about halfway in, he checked to make sure you were okay.
When you said yes, he continued, until he was bottomed out inside of you.
He stayed there until you told him you were okay, even though it was several seconds of you breathing and adjusting. Both boys remained patient until you looked back to Sirius and said “‘m good, someone please move.”
Sirius nodded toward Remus, allowing him to move first since that would be easier for you.
Remus began to move progressively faster until he found a steady pace, not as harsh and animalistic as his usual, but still steady. Enough to feel like a proper fucking, but not enough to move you away from Sirius.
“‘M gonna fuck you now,” Sirius said.
“Please, fuck, yes,” you barely got out through staggered breathing and high-pitched moans.
Sirius growled before he began to slowly move as well. It was a few moments of uncomfortableness, but when it subsided, the pleasure grew immensely.
You whipped your head up, looking between the two boys as you said, as confidently as you could: “I thought you two said you were gonna fuck me.”
There wasn’t a moment of pause for them to process. There wasn’t progression to intensity. It was a flip switch, a moment of heat, something snapping in both of the boys. Whatever was holding them both back died in an instant.
Sirius grabbed your hips, and Remus held onto his hands. Both of them began to grind their hips into you, working to keep you still so that they could both comfortably thrust at the same time.
You nearly screamed as you folded over and resting your head on Remus’s collarbone. You weren’t able to hold yourself up with how hard they were both fucking you.
Sirius slapped your ass hard, causing you to grab onto Remus to keep yourself from completely melting.
“I- can’t- gonna come- gonna come- please,” you pleaded, your voice so loud and high you weren’t even sure if they could understand you.
“Fuck, if you come I’m gonna come,” Remus growled.
You were already squeezing him so hard that he came at that moment, the first time he’d ever come before you.
The feeling of his come shooting inside of you brought you to your own end, and you came hard, completely falling on top of Remus, who was still inside of you.
Sirius held your hips in position for him as best as he could as he snapped his hips against you, pulling out at the last minute and releasing onto your backside.
Remus, sweaty and breathing heavy, swung your bodies around so that your back was laying on the mattress. Then, and only then, when you were comfortable, did he pull out of you.
Remus and Sirius, both with their chests heaving, high fived.
Remus pulled his wand out of his pants that were discarded on the floor, and with a simple wave, between your legs was cleaned up and dry.
“What the-“
“Figured it was about time to use that spell,” Remus giggled.
“I didn’t know there were sex spells,” you spoke, your voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.
“We’re gonna have a so much fun,” Remus said, jumping onto the bed and causing you to laugh.
Sirius then sat on the other side of you, leaning his back against the headboard.
You wiped sweat-soaked hair from your forehead and shifted to lean your head on Sirius’s thighs.
“You don’t wanna take a shower?”
“No,” you said, “I wanna lay right here with you two.”
You watched both boys relax their muscles. “Whatever you want.”
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You moved to sit down at the breakfast table, right in the spot you knew Remus and Sirius left for you. Why else would they leave just enough space between them?
You smiled at them both as they both took turns kissing your cheeks.
“You guys are insufferable,” James joked.
“Speak for yourself,” you said, gesturing to the way James was pressing his entire body against Lily, while also holding her hand.
pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, marlene, and mary)
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), voyeurism
a/n: if you’ve requested to be on the taglist but didn’t get tagged, check the taglist at the bottom to see if your account is unlinked, and if so check your settings to make sure i can tag you! i added everyone’s @ even if it didn’t let me tag an account to it. also i don’t have it in me to proofread 17 times anymore sorry for any errors
a proposition: masterlist
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When you approached the girls, who were seated around their usual Gryffindor table after class for a study session, you were immediately thrown by the unfamiliar face among them.
“Y/N! Come sit!”
Lily’s usual excitement shone through as she patted the empty spot on the bench next to her. You tentatively sat down, hoping someone would introduce you to the unfamiliar person, but she was occupying the group too much to even take notice of you.
“And they call the bin a trash can. I mean talk about being literal, right? I swear, if one more person over there called something by the exact descriptor of what it was, I would have thrown a book at their head.”
The table chuckled at her story.
“Marlene, this is Y/N,” Lily chimed in once the girl was done speaking.
Marlene turned her head toward you, scanning the visible portion of your body before landing on your face. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you responded, flushed and uncomfortable.
“So you’re a part of this group now?” Marlene asked completely unprompted.
You were slightly taken aback. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”
“Well you either are or you aren’t.”
You stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to act. You had never met this person, and now she was snapping at you. “I am.”
Instead of responding to you, Marlene turned to Lily and said, “I thought this was a set thing? Since when do we let new people in?”
“God, Marls, it’s not like there’s a rule book,” Dorcas said.
“We literally all agreed, Dorcas,” Marlene bounced back.
“And we all agreed to include Y/N,” Lily smiled, refusing to include herself in the tension of the conversation.
“I didn’t,” Marlene responded, leaning on her elbows over the table in a confrontational stance.
“You weren’t here,” Dorcas fought.
Marlene took a deep breath before grabbing her books and standing up. “I’ll see you guys later,” she said, exiting the Great Hall in a huff.
You looked around in hopes that someone, anyone, would explain to you exactly what just happened. Instead, the table stayed quiet, refusing to acknowledge any of it as they continued studying.
You were too nervous to ask, so you pretended like nothing happened as you pulled out your books.
The next day, in between classes, you ran into Sirius in the library. You were met with two consecutive free blocks, which allowed you time to study. Sirius, on the other hand, just didn’t feel like attending charms.
“Aren’t you usually in class right now?” he said, catching you browsing through the shelves of books.
“Mhm.”
“You’re skipping?”
“I have it free today.”
Sirius furrowed his brow as he studied your face. It was unlike you to be so dry in your answers.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, engrossed in your own thoughts about Marlene and her reaction to you. You hadn’t realized how you were speaking to Sirius.
“Wanna sit for a second?” Sirius said, nonchalant as if your answer wouldn’t phase him.
“Sure,” you shrugged, approaching a nearby table.
Sirius sat across from you, studying your face as you tried to arrange your books. You peered up at him for a second, noticing his gaze but pretending you didn’t.
You thought about speaking, but weren’t capable of acting as though you weren’t bothered. If this person was part of the group, surely Sirius knew her already, so you decided to test it out.
“Marlene’s back, you know,” you said, as if you were completely in the know about everything regarding this mysterious new person.
“I know,” Sirius responded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
You waited to see if he would elaborate any further, but he simply sat there, smoking his cigarette, staring at you.
“I didn’t even know she existed until this morning,” you said, “is there a reason no one told me? She was pretty cold to me.”
“That’s just Marlene,” Sirius brushed it off. He seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about it, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing it.
“Where has she been? I’ve never seen her before,” you asked.
Sirius sighed. “She spent a year at Ilvermorny.”
You were getting frustrated from how little information Sirius was giving you. He was strategically only answering your exact question, and only doing so in the most concise way possible.
“Why?” you pressed.
“Wanted a year away,” he said.
You sighed. “Sirius, you’re not giving me much.”
Sirius sat upward, leaning his elbows on the table and smiling in amusement at your interest. “Why so curious?”
“Just wondering what happened is all.”
Sirius saw the intrigue on your face and caved. “She took a year away from here after a bunch of drama happened. She was falling pretty hard for someone in our group and that person wasn’t really the monogamous type. They got in a huge fight, the whole group was there- it got really messy. She couldn’t take it anymore and decided to transfer schools. Guess she’s back now,” he finally explained.
“She wasn’t supposed to come back?”
“I have no idea. She only told Dorcas she was leaving. That’s the only reason we all knew.”
You nodded your head, flipping through the pages of a textbook as if this new information meant nothing of importance to you.
“So she left the group?”
Sirius sighed. “She left the school, Y/N. I don’t think anyone expected her to show back up.”
“So she never officially left the group.”
“Why would it matter?” Sirius smiled, “you jealous of her or somethin’?”
“What? No,” you said, “I just didn’t know this person existed and she was a real bitch to me earlier. Just wondering why.”
Sirius leaned an arm over the table and put his hand over yours. “You have nothin’ to worry about.”
The gesture was unlike Sirius, but you appreciated it nevertheless, and you smiled at him to show it.
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“So you’re in this now, hm?”
You, startled by the sudden voice, whipped your head around to see Marlene McKinnon jogging to catch up to you in the hallway.
“Yeah,” you said as you continued on your route to class.
“What’s so special that you’ve got Sirius Black asking for you to join? You that good of a lay? The whore of Hufflepuff?”
You stopped on your tracks, wiping stray hairs out of your face as you huffed, “what?”
“I just mean, Sirius isn’t really one to pick and choose,” she said, sizing you up, “you must have gotten a glowing endorsement from someone. Let me guess, Remus?”
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you brushed her off.
“Sirius Black wouldn’t invite a lower-year virgin into our little group,” Marlene said, “he just wouldn’t. So fess up.”
“This is insane,” you said, turning forward and beginning to walk again.
Marlene stepped in front of you, cutting you off as you nearly walked straight into her.
“I have class,” you stated dryly.
“You won’t last, you know,” Marlene started, “once the shiny new toy gets played with a few times, they’ll get bored and throw it away.”
“What’s your problem?” you said, surprising yourself with your confrontation. Being in this group was making you more confident in yourself.
“Don’t have one,” Marlene said, “just trying to get the scoop, since I was so rudely left out.”
“I have class,” you repeated.
“Oh, don’t let me stop you, but I should warn you that those boys don’t tend to stick with the good girls.”
“That’s too bad, since I’m already in the group,” you fought back, sick of her insults.
“For now,” Marlene said, smiling triumphantly and she stepped to the side.
You shot her a look before walking off.
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When you’d confided in Dorcas how Marlene had been treating you, you didn’t anticipate that she would become quite so enraged, pulling you around and collecting all the members of your group until you were all together.
Fuming, Dorcas finally took a seat.
“What’s goin’ on?” James asked.
“A good ol’ Dorcas summoning,” Evan joked.
Dorcas sat in silence, nostrils flaring as she stared at Marlene.
“Well?” Marlene said, legs and arms crossed, “what is it?”
“Have you been threatening Y/N?”
Marlene immediately threw her hands up. “What am I, on trial? Fuck this.”
She began to stand, but Sirius stood as well. “Sit down,” he said, and she sighed, but did as she was told.
You were taken aback by how serious he was being. You hasn’t even told him what Marlene said to you.
“I didn’t threaten her,” Marlene said.
“So you didn’t tell her she’s a toy we’ll all get bored of playing with?”
The heads in the room all turned to Marlene. “Why does it matter? If she can’t handle being part of this, then she shouldn’t be a part of it.”
“You can’t just bully her out because you’re jealous.”
“Jealous of what, Dorcas? Hm? The fact she’s in the goodie two-shoes house?”
“Guys,” you tried to chime in, but it got lost in the tension.
“Oh, you know what,” Dorcas spat.
Dorcas and Marlene both stood, their voices growing louder and louder.
“No, I don’t. Tell me Dorcas, what the fuck do I have to be jealous of? Some young little girl who doesn’t even know how to fuck?”
“Guys,” you tried again.
“Why did you even come back, Marlene?” Dorcas retaliated.
“What, you didn’t miss me?”
“One day you’re my best friend, and the next you just leave a note like ‘oh! I can’t do it anymore and I’m transferring to America, bye!’ and I’m just supposed to jump up and down in joy when you suddenly decide we’re worthy enough to have you back?”
Marlene plopped back into her chair. “This is bullshit, I’m not doing this. Did you really call us all here just to yell at me in front of everyone?”
“No,” Dorcas said, “I called us all here to vote you out.”
The room stilled for a moment before Marlene scoffed. “To vote me out?”
“Guys!” you finally yelled, and it caught their attention, “can we please calm down?”
“You wanna vote me out? Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not kidding you.”
Marlene and Dorcas stared at each other, intensity in their eyes as Remus finally tried to calm the situation down.
“Marlene, things are a little different than when you were here before,” Remus said, “I think it’s only fair that you’re either okay with that, or you’re out.”
“Oh yeah?” Marlene replied, “and what’s different? Besides the Huffle-slut.”
You threw your hands in the air, exhausted of Marlene’s inexplicable hatred toward you.
“Well, for starters, are you over him?” Remus asked.
Marlene stared at Remus blankly, almost as if she was trying to think her way out of answering, but couldn’t.
You looked around the room, but everyone was too focused on Marlene’s answer to provide you with any explanation. You couldn’t help but feel left out of something.
“Yeah,” Marlene shrugged.
“I don’t believe you,” Dorcas said.
“Go cry about it,” Marlene spat.
“Stop, fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed, “are you or are you not okay with Y/N being here?”
“Clearly I’m not, mom.”
Remus huffed and stood up. “Well, fuck this, I’m done trying,” he said, walking over to the ashtray and flicking embers off the butt of his cigarette.
The room stilled, everyone unsure of what to do.
“You guys shouldn’t have agreed on anyone new without me,” Marlene spoke up.
“Bloody hell, you were gone, you fucking idiot,” Dorcas said, “and we had no reason to think you were coming back. What were we gonna do, send an owl? Fuck off.”
“Can she even fuck?”
“Give it a rest, Marlene,” Sirius spoke up.
“No, I wanna know. Can you fuck?” she said, turning to you.
Your eyes widened. “I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” you stated.
“Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove that you can fuck like a big girl.”
You looked around the group in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“Pick someone here, and prove it.”
“Marlene, come on, shut the fuck u-“
Sirius was cut off by Marlene pressing on, “pick someone and let’s get on with it, Hufflepuff.”
A feeling shot straight to your core at the thought of having to fuck someone in front of the entire group. You were too worked up.
You looked up at Remus, who had been your obsession and your safe person thus far, and waited to see his expression. Marlene noticed your attention turn to him.
“Remus it is,” she said, moving the coffee table away from the center of the room, “hurry up. Let’s go.”
“I don’t think-“ Remus started.
“You know what? Fuck you, Marlene,” Dorcas said, rushing over to you.
Dorcas leaned down and kissed you hard, the kiss full of intensity and fire and anger. You were startled, but quickly started to kiss her back. This was your group, not hers anymore. If she wanted to see you fuck, she’d get a good show before she was kicked out.
Dorcas dropped to her knees in front of you. She propped one of your legs up against the armrest on the side of the couch.
Dorcas propped up your other leg and pushed it toward James, who was sitting right next to you. “Hold her, will ya?” Dorcas said.
James nodded, taking hold of your right leg.
With your legs widespread, your skirt bunched up at your waist.
“You consent?” Dorcas asked.
You nodded your head yes.
Dorcas wasted no time pushing your underwear to the side and diving in, flattening her tongue against you and moving up and down.
Your head tilted backward as you sighed, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried not to focus on the several pairs of eyes on you. You leaned onto James, trying to somewhat hide your face in his neck,
Dorcas was someone you’d always assumed would be rough in the bedroom, and she was angry and worked up over the Marlene situation, however, you were surprised by how soft and gentle she was being. You knew it was intentional for you.
She was in no rush, moving her tongue slowly against you. You thought of something Lily had told you previously: Girls give better head because they know what truly feels good.
You whimpered each time Dorcas swirled her tongue particularly well, and James lightly rubbed his thumb across your leg, comforting you on top of the pleasure.
“Jeez,” Evan spoke from across the room.
Marlene slouched in her chair in a huff, her eyes fixed on everyone else in the room, trying to gage their reactions to you.
You let out a light squeal when Dorcas began to trace around your hole with her finger, alerting you of an oncoming intrusion.
She slowly slipped one finger inside of you, again in no rush as you softly moaned at the sensation. Her mouth never detached from you as she began to pump her finger in and out of you.
James stroked your thigh with his fingers as he watched Dorcas eat you out, occasionally kissing the top of your head to remind you that you were okay. He also just wanted the validation of feeling included. James liked to feel needed.
Everyone was watching intently, turned on by the sight in front of them. Marlene was focused on everyone else, and Sirius took a drag of his cigarette every time James leaned in to kiss your head.
“Shit, I-“
You spoke so low that only James could hear it. James tapped Dorcas to warn her that you were about to come, and instead of following through, she stood up and backed away from you.
You instinctively closed your legs, remaining in your comfortable position against James.
“That wasn’t shit,” Marlene said, “you really want that in here?”
“Who said we were done?” Dorcas spat back.
Dorcas grabbed Remus’s arm and pulled him over to the empty space on the rug where the coffee table used to be.
Remus looked at Dorcas expectantly, but she just raised her eyebrows and gestured toward the floor.
Remus threw his hands up. “Yeah, it’s a nice rug.”
Dorcas sighed and pushed his shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor.
“You could have just fuckin’ told me where you wanted me, damn,” Remus said.
“Y/N?”
You were still slouched into James, trying to calm your breathing despite your core being on fire from the abrupt stop to your pleasure. “Mhm,” you vocalized.
When you didn’t receive an answer, you forced your eyes open to see the entire room staring at you.
“Think you’re needed down there, angel,” James whispered to you, nodding toward Remus.
You took a deep breath. You dropped to your knees and sat in front of Remus. He leaned in to your ear and whispered, “I’m gonna take care of you, baby.”
He kissed your cheek before he adjusted himself to a lay, sprawled out against the rug and waiting for you to sit on him.
You adjusted your legs around his waist, grateful Dorcas didn’t take your skirt fully off. You were still clothed and modest to the group.
“Remus doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Marlene said.
“Don’t you speak for me, I’m doing just fine down here,” Remus said, placing his hands behind his head as he watched you in amusement.
You blindly undid Remus’s belt, pulling it off of him as you began to unbutton his jeans. Remus pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his already hard cock.
You began to pull your underwear to the side, but a voice stopped you.
“No no,” Marlene said, “fuckin’ amateur. Don’t you know Remus needs a little something first?”
You knew she was just messing with you and trying to prove that she knew everyone better than you, but you felt like you knew Remus above everyone in the room.
But, if she wanted a show, you’d give her a show.
You slowly backed up on your knees until you were between Remus’s legs. You remained on your knees, allowing your ass to stick upward and your skirt to fall onto your back, exposing your backside, as your hands found Remus’s cock.
You looked to Lily, who had taught you the little you knew so far, and she nodded at you so as to say “you got this.” Her approving nod gave you confidence.
You licked a stripe from the base of Remus’s cock to the tip before sinking down on the entire length. Remus was large, too large to fit entirely in your mouth without deepthroating, but you didn’t care. You were running on pure lust, anger, and adrenaline.
Remus was looking down at you, but when his tip hit the back of your throat, he slammed his head back against the floor, a satisfied moan leaving his lips.
You pulled away almost entirely before sinking back down again, deepthroating him once more.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed.
You swallowed in uncomfortability at the feeling of his cock in your throat, which only added to his pleasure.
“Bloody hell, you can see him in your throat, Y/N,” Lily said, “do that again.”
You looked up at Remus, who looked down to see what Lily was talking about. You swallowed again, and Remus could see the slight bulge of his cock in the top of your throat.
“Holy fuck.”
You pulled away and began to suck him normally, maintaining a steady rhythm. You couldn’t taste all of him without deepthroating, so you used your hand to account for the base of his length.
You looked up at Marlene, who scoffed and looked away as you kept your gaze on her, evidently showing her your confidence and ability as you sucked off Remus.
Marlene looked around the room and saw everyone’s eyes trained on you. Sirius adjusted his position in his seat, and James was nearly salivating.
“Okay, enough, get to it then,” Marlene said.
You pulled off of Remus, making a show of wiping your lower lip as you moved upward until you were sitting on top of Remus.
His hands found your waist without hesitation. He was lost in pleasure and lust, eager to feel you again.
You pushed your underwear to the side and held onto Remus’s length with one hand, positioning it at your entrance.
You slowly sank down, watching Remus’s face for any uncomfortability, but he was immediately just to happy to be inside of you that he pushed his hips up.
You gasped at the sudden feeling of a thrust, and Remus snapped open his eyes and looked up at you.
“You okay?”
You leaned down and kissed Remus. “Fuck me, Rem.”
Remus used one hand to hold your hair as he pulled you back into a kiss, and the other hand gripped your waist to hold you in place as he began to fuck up into you.
You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, and he held your head there, happy to have a few moments where he was the only one who could hear your small whimpers and whines. James was right: he did enjoy being special to you.
Dorcas knelt beside your bodies and wrapped her fingers in your hair, pulling back until you were seated up. She tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. She then unclasped your bra and pulled the straps off of your arms.
She hungrily kissed you, keeping you sat up so that your body was on full display for everyone in the room.
She kissed down from your neck to your breasts, sucking on your nipple as you threw your head back in pleasure.
You felt a sudden pang of embarrassment, but it was quickly gone as you looked to your right. Alecto was pressing her legs together for dear life, Evan was holding a pillow between his legs, and Sirius was staring you dead in the eyes.
You stared back for a moment, matching his eye contact. He coughed on cigarette smoke, something he never did as a veteran smoker, but continued to look back at you.
Your attention was pulled by Dorcas, who kissed you again as Remus’s thrusts grew harder and faster.
You moaned out as you threw your head back, trying to lift your hips in rhythm with Remus, but he was thrusting a little too fast for you.
Dorcas noticed, and she crawled behind you, kneeling on the floor as she held your body against hers, ensuring you remained seated upward and on display.
She kissed the side of your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. You tried not to think about Marlene or the voyeurism, but just to be present in the moments of pleasure.
Your moans grew higher in pitch until you began to clench around Remus.
“Fuck, Remus, I- shit, I can’t-“
“No fucking cop outs,” Marlene said.
Embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Saying it was hard. “I- I’m-“
“Merlin, Y/N, please say it,” Remus spoke through erratic breaths below you.
You took a deep breathe. “I- I’m gonna come, Remmy, please-“
Remus snapped his hips hard, hitting your sweet spot and causing you to come with just a few more thrusts. Dorcas held you through your high, causing your legs to shake and your body to nearly convulse from the intensity as Remus came in succession.
You blinked your eyes open, trying to catch your breath as Dorcas kissed your temple and stood up.
You wiped sweat from your forehead and looked down at Remus, who put his hands behind his head again and smiled up at you.
“Stay there as long as you like.”
You giggled and leaned down to kiss Remus as Dorcas gave you back your shirt.
With Remus still in you, you pulled your shirt over your head and looked at Marlene, eyebrows raised.
“Good enough for you?” you grinned.
Marlene shrugged, clearly bothered. “Nothing I couldn’t do better.”
“I beg to differ,” Remus sighed, “not a lot could top that.”
You leaned down and kissed Remus before carefully lifting your hips and sitting back on the floor. You knew better than to try to stand.
Remus took a moment before covering himself back up, and you both sat on the floor with your backs against the couch. No one said anything.
“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but fuck was I wrong,” Evan said.
“Are you always the horniest one in the room?” you joked.
“I don’t know, is he?” Marlene said, turning toward Sirius.
Sirius flicked embers into an ashtray. “Meaning?”
Marlene’s voice was not as confident as before. “You seemed to enjoy the show.”
“Oh, come on, Marlene, don’t start shit right now. You got what you wanted, you saw her fuck. You in or out?”
Marlene looked around the room, and everyone was focused on her. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.
“I’m already in. I never left the group,” she said dryly.
“One more shot,” Remus said, and Dorcas tried to speak up in protest, but Remus shushed her. “One more shot, but if you pull any shit, you’re out.”
Dorcas threw her hands in the air. “You come and suddenly you’re in a nice mood?”
“Y/N?” Remus said, looking to you, “that seem fair?”
You looked up at Marlene. She was clearly insecure about someone in this group, and if she left right now, you’d never find out who. Regardless, you didn’t feel like drama. If she stayed, whatever.
i was thinkibg to much about these guys ive talked to.. guy 1- sweetest boy on earth always avoided him (now that im looking back I WAS DEFINITELY THE PROBLEM) guy 2- heaven on earth, guys when i tell you he looks like lucas bergvall... and hes swedish too.. oh god. i cant stop thinking about him.(still my friend) guy 3- so cute so cute ugghhhh loved him but he ghosted me and came out with a new girlfriend! like what. uhm anyways. still stuck on guy 2 and im trynna wiggle myself back to when he still loved me hah! ok sorry for yap cant tell any of my irls about this..
in which . . . dealer!chris lets preachersdaughter!reader try dealing for the first time. inspired by this ask from @dearlilies
part 19! masterlist here.
❝what's my drug of choice? well, what have you got?❞
chris was seriously starting to question how much you could actually get away with, given the effects you had on him. he was utterly weak to your sweet pleading, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to refuse you.
this time, you had somehow managed to convince him that it would be a good idea to let you try your hand at drug dealing. he wasn’t entirely sure what had gotten into him to agree to such a ridiculous request, but here you both were, making your way into tonight's bustling frat party, you clutching your purse while chris held onto your hip.
you had a giddy grin on your face at the knowledge that in your purse was a selection of little baggies and prerolls, and that it was your job to distribute them. chris was particularly on edge, his hand digging into your side and his jaw clenched tightly as he led you over to his first clients.
they hardly registered your presence, turning straight to chris as they reached for their wallets. he simply shook his head and placed both hands on your waist to guide you to step in front of him.
“the lady’s sellin’ tonight.” he announced.
they glanced at you in a mixture of confusion and bemusement. the one in the middle spoke first.
“her?”
“cmon baby, like we practised,” chris leaned down to whisper for only you to hear.
“what’ll it be, guys?” you said, holding your head up high to try and muster up a sense of confidence.
they glanced at each other for a second before one of them said, “uh, weed? half ounce.”
you rifled through your purse, pulling out a little baggie and holding it up for the men to take a look. “sixty dollars.”
the one on the left glanced over your shoulder at chris, his brows furrowed. “she serious? bought the same thing from you for forty-five last week.”
chris shrugged. “well, i’m not selling tonight. don’t know what the fuck you’re lookin’ at me for.”
the man sighed and looked back down at you. “how does fifty sound, sweetheart?” he waved the paper notes in front of your face with an insincere smile, to which you frowned and clutched the bag to your chest.
“i said sixty.”
“she said sixty.” chris echoed with an amused smirk on his face.
the man’s scrutinising glare flitted between the two of you before muttering a begrudging “jesus, fine,” and pulling another crumpled ten dollar bill out of his wallet. he shoved the money into your palm and snatched the baggie.
“pleasure doing business with you!” you called out as they walked away, giggling at the way they shook their heads in frustration.
you turned back to chris and let out an excited squeal as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you slightly off the ground.
“already a professional, baby.” he smiled and kissed your cheek. “should’ve seen my first deal. sixteen year old me would’ve killed for it to go that smoothly.”
“i wanna do more!” you exclaimed, pushing out of his grip and rushing over to a group of girls who had been drinking and dancing since the two of you got here.
chris decided to watch from afar this time, trusting that you could handle yourself. what he didn’t expect was for you to immediately fall into casual conversation with the group, chattering as if you had been friends for years. when five minutes passed by with no sign of you taking any real action, chris shrugged and headed into the kitchen to grab himself a drink. you’d be fine.
while he was rummaging through the fridge for a cold beer, he felt an insistent hand tugging at his arm.
“chris, chris!”
“what?”
he stood up straight to find you holding open your bag, and he looked inside to find it completely empty of its prior contents.
“what the fuck happened, angel?” he cried out, grabbing the bag from you and taking a closer look. yeah, definitely empty.
“what do you mean?” you asked.
“i mean, what happened to all the drugs? did someone take them?”
“what? no. i sold them.”
his gaze slowly lifted from the bag to your innocent face, one of his brows lifted in utter incredulity. “baby, i took my eyes off you for all of a minute. what do you mean you sold all of them?”
“those nice girls bought them!” you smiled.
“uh huh… and where’s the money?”
chris could’ve sworn he felt his eyes glaze over and his mind go blank as you reached into your bra and pulled out a fat wad of cash, smiling proudly as if completely oblivious to the effects you had on him.
he sighed. “gonna kill me one of these days, baby…” his voice was low and gruff as he pulled you closer by the waist. “why were you even keeping the money there, sweetheart?”
“cause i knew you’d freak out when you saw the empty bag… thought it’d be funny.” you grinned up at him, stuffing the money back into its place.
“yeah, real funny, baby,” chris’s large hand covered the back of your head, tugging gently but firmly at your hair to tilt your head back, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “gave me a fuckin’ scare… thought ya lost everything…”
“but i didn’t.” your smile grew as you leaned into chris’s touch, not yet kissing him, just remaining painfully close.
“mm, smart girl…” instead of attaching his lips to yours, chris tilted his head downwards slightly and nudged his nose against your jawline before kissing down the smooth column of your neck. “gonna have to get you to help me out every time now, huh?” he mumbled against your skin. “be my little partner in crime.”
summary: chris invited kitty!reader to do a video with him, unfortunately for her, he's torturing her...
warnings: slightly mean dom!chris, being called pathetic, slight pet play, being called kitten/kitty, misuse of a makeup brush (have fun and be responsible), lots of focus on the clit, voyeurism I think? you are literally being filmed for only fans, chris has a huge ego
authors note: thank you @courta13 for reading this, this has been edited to the best of my ability!!
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You watched as Chris set up the scene. He was putting the camera in place as you watched. Admittedly, you were a little nervous, only because this was new to you. Being filmed in such a vulnerable position but Chris made it seem so easy. You'd watched him film before, just because you were curious and he said it was alright, although his fans got annoyed by how he kept looking off camera at you but still, you had seen him do this and he made it look incredibly easy, it just came naturally to him.
"Okay, so you're gonna lay on the bed and-" Chris stopped as he turned to face you, he took in your stance, arms crossed, like you were thinking. "Are you okay? You know baby, we don't have to do this, you don't have to do this," Chris said softly, walking over to you. He gently grabbed your arms, "I'm just nervous," you smiled at him, he smiled back. "Everyone's nervous their first time on camera, baby," Chris spoke softly, reassuringly, before reaching up to fix the cat ears placed on your head.
"I bet you weren't, mister superstar," you joked, smiling up at him. He couldn't help but smirk, shaking his head at you but god he loved how you inflated his ego. "You're right.. I've never been nervous in my life," he joked, giving you a wink making you giggle and shake your head. "Right, right." You said, looking over at the bed, "So.. where do I lay exactly?" You asked, you knew he said the bed but he could get particular about where, since the camera was placed specifically. "So, just lay in bed where you're comfortable, okay? I'll move the camera to where it's in the correct position. Just make yourself comfortable, okay?" Chris said, kissing your forehead before finally letting go of you.
You nodded, finally pulling off Chris's hoodie that you were wearing, leaving you in your black lingerie night gown, it stopped right above your mid thigh. Chris bit down on his bottom lip, watching as you crawled onto the bed, there was a soft jingle as you moved, a tiny bell attached to the black collar you wore. You got comfortable, head resting against the pillows. You made sure the cat ears were straight before you got relaxed. "Okay, I'm comfy," you smiled at Chris who was just staring at you, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. But still, he nodded, moving back over to the camera.
He adjusted the camera, making sure to get the perfect angle. "Gorgeous," Chris muttered under his breath as he stepped back. You blushed, giggling a little. "So.. want me to explain to you how it's gonna go or do you just wanna enjoy the ride?" Chris asked, looking at you from behind the camera. "I don't know.. how am i supposed to act? It's your channel. I'm not sure people wanna hear me moaning and shit.." you said, biting down on your bottom lip.
Chris smirked, "Oh no, no, baby, you're gonna be loud. I'm gonna make sure of it. It may be my channel but you know I want the whole world to hear how good I make you feel," Chris said, hitting the record button, the red light flashing on signaling it was recording. You nodded, heart racing as you realized the camera was recording now. You tensed slightly as Chris moved to the side of the bed.
"Don't get all shy on me now kitten.." Chris said as he knelt onto the bed, moving over to you slowly. He knelt at your side, his hand going to your thigh, he messaged the meat of your thigh for a moment before pulling your legs apart, making you spread them for the camera. Chris pushed up your black lacy night gown you wore, revealing your matching black lace panties. Chris growled softly, "Fuck.. you know exactly what i like kitten, don't you?" He asked, you nodded, looking up at him.
"You know how many girls would die to be in your place right now? Having me touch them like this.." Chris said, his hand moving down over your mound, down further over your clothed clit. His skilled fingers finding your clothed clit. You gasped, brows furrowing. "Oh.." you breathed out. Your legs almost closed but Chris used his free hand to pull your legs back open. "Be a good kitten, keep your legs open, show everyone what I'm doing," Chris said, his fingers continuing to circle and rub your clit.
He didn't add much pressure, no, he knew what you liked but he wanted you to beg for it. He never gave you anything easily. You groaned, reaching for his hand, "What is it kitten? Is it not enough? You know how to use your words," Chris smirked, his fingers digging into your thigh as he held it open. You whined, "p-please?" You asked, it wasn't much and Chris chuckled, shaking his head. "God, you're pathetic, kitten, come on, try harder," he said, his hand moving down to rub over your clothed pussy, still not giving you what you want.
"Please! Please can I have more? Please?" You begged and Chris just smiled and shook his head. "Pathetic little kitty," he cooed, but finally he pulled your panties down, throwing them to the side before pulling your legs back open. He wasn't going to let you hide. "Oh look at this pretty pussy," Chris said, both hands going down, spreading your pussy wide open making you whimper, turning away from the camera. Chris loved that, he could see you leaking, poor cunt twitching.
"Oh.. this pretty little thing is all mine.." Chris said, his middle finger dipping between your folds, gathering wetness. "God, no one else gets to feel how fucking wet you are, fucking soaking my fingers," Chris said, bringing the wetness up and spreading it over your throbbing clit. "This right here.. this is my favorite part," Chris said as he used his finger to circle your clit making you moan repeatedly. "That's it, you like that don't you kitten? Like when I focus on your little clit." Chris said, skilled fingers continuing to circle the bundle of nerves, driving you absolutely crazy.
"Love watching you clench around nothing, you're just begging to be filled up, aren't you kitty?" Chris said, his free hand spreading your lips again, showing the way you clenched around nothing. "F-fuck daddy- daddy-" you panted softly, back arching as you felt your orgasm building up. "Ah.. not yet kitty," Chris said as he pulled away, making you groan and slump back against the bed.
"B-but-" you started but Chris shook his head, "Nope. Who's in control here kitty?" Chris asked, you pouted, "You.." she said softly and Chris nodded proudly. "Good kitty," he praised, bringing his hands back down. He spread your cunt again, "Greedy little thing, isn't she? Just begging to be filled." Chris said as you groaned, covering your face with your arm. Chris chuckled, letting you hide your face.
"You know what I'm gonna call this video?" Chris asked as he got up, going to grab something. "What?" You whimpered, moving your arm to watch him. "Torturing my girlfriend." He smirked, your brows furrowed as you watched him grab a small makeup brush, one used to blend eye shadow. He came back to the bed, sitting beside you. "What're you-" you asked, "Just enjoy the ride, kitty." Chris smirked, bringing the makeup brush down between your legs.
Then you felt the smooth bristles run over your clit. Oh no. You cried out. It felt so good but not enough. It was torture, the way Chris kept softly running the soft bristles over your sensitive clit. You felt your orgasm building up, dangerously slow. "Oh- oh!" You arched your back, gripping the bed sheets as Chris gave an agonizingly slow brush over your clit. You were right on the edge, right there. Then Chris pulled away. "No! No! No!" You cried out, trying to close your legs but Chris held them open.
"I will tie you to this fucking bed, kitty. Stay still, keep your legs open." Chris said sternly. You were slightly shaking, tears brimming your eyes, wetting your lashes. Your knuckles white from your grip on the sheets. You glared at Chris but spread your legs like he said. "You hate this, don't you?" Chris smirked, you nodded, an angry look on your face but you didn't get bratty. "Good." Chris said, bringing the brush back over your clit, "Fuck!" You cried out desperately, hips raising to chase after the brush, trying to get the stimulation you need to cum.
Chris pushed your hips back down, "Kitty, if you wanna cum so bad why don't you just ask?" Chris said, running the brush back over your pulsing, swollen clit. "D-daddy, may i- may i please cum?" You asked, trying to keep it together. Chris chuckled, "No." He said making you want to scream and cry at him. "Why?!" You cried out as Chris brought the brush over your clit again, making you squirm as he pressed the bristles against your clit to the point it almost hurt.
"You have 10 seconds," Chris said, swirling the brush around your clit. Your eyes widened as he began to count down. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." You came hard, back arching, Chris held your legs open, continuing to use the brush on your clit as you squirmed and moaned and clenched around nothing. "Good kitty, good kitty," Chris praised, finally pulling the brush away. He tossed it to the side, doing his favorite thing in the world, which was spreading your cunt open for the camera to see. "Fuck.. look at that beautiful swollen clit.. just wanna devour you baby.." Chris said.
You glared at him, making him chuckle. He got up, turning off the camera. "Good job baby," Chris smiled, grabbing you a water bottle that he had on the side. "You're evil." You said, moving to sit up on shaking arms. "Hey, I asked if you wanted to know and you didn't answer so..." Chris said, walking back over to you, handing you the water bottle. You took it, drinking from it. "Next time, I'll ask." You said. "Oh, so there's a next time?" Chris smirked. "Don't push it." You glared at him.
what are best friends for?
oct 29 ⋆ corruption / throat training
best friend!james potter x inexperienced!reader
summary: james is more than happy to satisfy your curiosity with a friendly lesson ♱ 4.1k
warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, corruption kink, finger sucking, throat training, gagging (like a lot), messy, oral (m receiving), deep throating, face fucking (gently?), dacryphilia, cum eating, praise, james has a huge cock, everyone’s 18+, hogwarts university au (as always)
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note: the lovely wonderful @sunnliqht helped me plot this out once againnnn ilysm 🍋
When you asked Lily to borrow a book, this was the last thing you expected. You were bored and plucked it off her shelf because the cover was cute enough. All she said was “that’s a good one,” so you took it to the common room and stretched out by the fire with the book tucked in your lap.
Now, the more you read, the lower you sink into the cushions and the closer you bring the novel to your face, afraid someone might see the scandalizing pages over your shoulder. Your eyes skate across the text, lips parted in disbelief as the girl in the book does things with her fake boyfriend slash enemy that you’ve never even heard of. You try to ignore the heat that it ignites deep in your belly, but you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together when the main character opens her mouth and takes her fake boyfriend’s c—
“Hi, love.”
The sofa shudders as James hops over the back of it, landing with a soft bounce on the cushions. “What’re you reading?” he asks, throwing an arm over your leg, his thumb absentmindedly tracing shapes over your knee.
“Nothing!” you say quickly, snapping the book shut.
James tilts his head, an amused glint in his eyes as they dart between your face and the book that you now hug protectively against your chest.
He chuckles softly. “Now I’m intrigued.”
You fiddle nervously with the soft tassel that hangs from your bookmark, right where it marks the very inappropriate page you left off on.
“It’s not my book,” you say.
“You’re reading it.”
“Well, it’s not very good!”
James tilts his head, furrowing his brow as his lip quirks up at the corner. “Let me see it.”
“No!” you say far too passionately, because it only makes him more interested.
“Come on. Since when do we keep things from each other?”
“You can’t pull the best friend card whenever you don’t get your way!” you complain.
“It’s only a book. You’re being silly,” he says. A leans over, trying to snatch the book from your grasp, but you won’t budge, your fingers tightly curled around the spine.
James crawls over you, laughing as he wrestles you for the book, which doesn’t take very much effort on his part. He doesn’t even have to flex his big arms to overpower you, and he easily pries each finger from the novel and pins them to the armrest above your head. You resort to pretending he’s hurting you, but he knows you too well to fall for your schemes.
“James, please!” you beg, and James looks entirely too amused about this.
He settles between your legs, laying the book on your tummy and flipping to the page you left off on. As a joke, he begins to read aloud. But he doesn’t get very far with that.
“Name-I-dunno-how-to-pronounce gasps at the sheer size of his co—oh…”
James’s voice ebbs off, but he doesn’t stop reading. The more he reads, the looser his grip on your wrists gets, until you’re finally able to break free and bury your face in your hands.
“I, uh…” James clears his throat, flipping to the next page. “I didn’t know this was your thing,” he says slowly.
Yesterday, James watched as a juvenile sexual joke Sirius made went right over your head. So he’s rather surprised to find that your chosen reading material is so x-rated.
“Why are you still reading?” you whine into your hands.
James finally notices how distressed you are, and discards the book to the side. “Hey,” he says softly, tugging your hands away from your face. You don’t bother fighting it. “It’s just a book.”
“I didn’t know it would be that kind of book. I-I took it at random from Lily’s shelf,” you tell him, the words rushing out of you.
“It’s okay,” he chuckles, leaning his cheek against the spot on your tummy where the book had been, knocking his glasses off-center. His hand slides up your side, thumb tracing gently along your ribs. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”
You’re breath hitches, suddenly realizing James’s position between your legs. James has been your best friend since you were little, and with the comfort of knowing someone for that long comes a certain touchiness. At least when that someone is James. Cuddling, holding hands, sitting in his lap, you name it—it’s what you do, and it’s never been weird. Even this position isn’t new. But what is new is the way your heart stutters in your chest because of the proximity. You’re not sure if it's because of the embarrassment… or something else.
“So,” he starts, tickling your sides. “Did you like it?”
“James!” you shriek, giggling and squirming beneath him as you try to push his hands off.
He laughs, relenting from the tickling, but not the teasing. “Well, did ya?”
You stammer around a response as a heat rises to your cheeks.
“You did, didn’t you?” he asks again, squeezing your waist. You’re too flustered to notice the way his voice drops an octave, or the dark glint that appears in his eyes.
“It…” you squirm beneath him again for an entirely different reason. “It sorta confused me,” you murmur, nervously chewing your lower lip, looking up at the ceiling so that you don’t have to see his reaction.
You can’t deny that what you read had intrigued you—stirred something inside you. And you know what oral sex is, you’re not dumb! But that was… different. Not exactly what you’d pictured.
James, on the other hand, recognizes deep throating when he sees it.
James reaches up to tug your lip free with his thumb. “Why’s that, love?” he asks. When he sees your frown, he adds, “You know you can talk to me about anything.”
Of course, you know this. This is James. Your James. What don’t you share with each other? Even when it comes to stuff like this. He was your first kiss, after all, when you got curious all those years ago. And your second, when you wanted to learn how to make out with someone, which happened more recently than you care to admit. And just the other day, James explained that gross joke Sirius made, and he’d been so sweet about it. You don’t see why you couldn’t talk to him about this too.
“Well… is that really what it’s like?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
James’s eyebrows raise, and he considers your question for a moment before he answers. “Sometimes. Depends on who you’re with and what you want.” As you ponder his words, he lets his curiosity get the best of him. “Do you think you’d want something like that?” he asks.
“I-I dunno. I-” You stammer, flustered at the question. “I mean, I… I don’t even understand… how did she…?” Your nose wrinkles up, in that adorable little way James loves so much, as you stumble through your response.
“How’d she what, love?”
Your mind drifts back to the pages. The descriptions about how well endowed the male character was—too wide for the main character to wrap one hand around, which you’re sure is impossible.
“Fit it,” you finish. James chuckles, trying and failing to stifle the noise, and your cheeks burn.
James opens his mouth, but the question he so badly wants to ask sits idly on the tip of his tongue. He shouldn’t. He knows how much you trust him, probably more than you should, so he really, really shouldn’t. But you’re so sweet, so pretty, so… curious. And if he thinks about it for long enough, he can convince himself that he’s only doing this to help you.
You.
His best friend.
His girl.
James’s girl—that’s what you are, that’s what you always will be. And he loves that. So, maybe, selfishly, he wants this because this would make you even more his. The idea of that is intoxicating (and makes his trousers feel a little tighter).
Finally, he gives in to his desires and asks, “Do you want me to show you?”
That’s how James manages to get you back to his dorm, kneeling on a pillow he placed on the hardwood, as he towers over you. Half-leaning on the bed behind him, and palming his cock through his jeans.
He can hardly believe the sight of you, kneeling for him, waiting so patiently for his instructions. That look in your eyes—so trusting, so reverent—it knocks the air right out of his lungs.
James gently caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You sure you wanna do this, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky with desire. He’s giving you an out, but as you gaze up at him with those eager eyes, he knows you won’t take it.
Your nod is all he needs to see. James cups your jaw, running the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.
“To do what the girl in the book was doing, you gotta start with some practice, yeah?” he begins.
“Okay,” you murmur, instinctively leaning into his touch.
“I wanna start by giving you my fingers. Alright?”
“Okay,” you repeat.
“Open your mouth for me, love,” he commands gently.
Nerves swirl around in your stomach, and you try to remind yourself that it’s just James as you part your lips, your tongue peeking out.
“That’s it. Here.”
James slides two fingers into your warm mouth, drawing circles on your tongue. It’s strange at first, having his fingers in your mouth. But as James looks at you with warmth swimming in his honey-colored eyes, something loosens. You push your tongue out a little more. The wet muscle curls around his fingers, and James can feel percum dampening the inside of his boxers.
“That’s it,” James whispers, slowly sliding his fingers deeper into your mouth.
His long digits reach the back of your throat, and your eyes start to sting when your gag reflex kicks in, your throat spasming around him. He pulls his fingers out a few inches, giving you room to breathe.
“Shh, it’s okay,” James says, stroking along your jaw with his thumb. “You’re okay. Just try to breathe through your nose.”
James slowly pushes his fingers in again once you’ve caught your breath, deeper this time. Your tongue fights against him, curling in to block your throat.
“Just relax,” James reminds you softly, coaching you through slow, deep breaths through your nose until his fingers no longer feel so intrusive, and you can manage to hold them deep in your mouth without really gagging.
“You’re doing so well,” James says, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Wanna try to suck on them f’me?”
James groans when you close your mouth around his fingers, gently sucking on the digits. Starting slowly, he pushes them in and out, coating your plush lips with your own spit.
“Fuck… you look so pretty like this,” he groans. “Good job, love,” he says, and you react to his proud smile with a bit of extra enthusiasm.
You suck a little harder, your cheeks hollowing as you bob your head in time with the pump of his fingers. He withdraws his fingers, smearing more saliva on your lips, and you’re eager to receive them again when he presses them back into your warm mouth.
“Look at you,” he coos, watching you take all three knuckles, your throat barely fluttering around him as you get used to the full feeling. “I think you’re ready for something a little bigger, baby,” he says, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.
Your eyes fall from his face, setting your gaze on the bulge in his trousers. He strokes himself over the rough fabric, his cock aching after watching you take his fingers so well.
The buckle of his belt clinks as he undoes it. He slowly slides the leather free from the denim loops next. Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, watching in anticipation. His movements are careful, slow, almost like he’s teasing you. Or putting on a show for you.
James pushes his trousers and boxers down his muscular thighs, and his cock springs free. You can’t help flinching, and the reaction makes you feel ridiculous.
Your cheeks burn, and you suddenly feel a lot like the girl in the book. He’s not so big that you couldn’t wrap your hand all the way around him, but he is big. Bigger than you expected. Big enough for you to worry about fitting him.
You shift your weight from one leg to the other, a nervous tic.
James doesn’t have to ask if you’ve ever done this before. He already knows everything about you. With your inexperience in mind, he wants to let you experiment, to get a little more comfortable.
“How about you start by touching me, love?” he suggests, nodding in encouragement when you look up at him.
You tentatively wrap your hand around him, curiously running your thumb over every vein that runs along the length of his thick cock. James sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and your eyes widen as a slick liquid leaks from his tip, coating your thumb as you experimentally pump your hand.
James nearly loses it already, gripping the bedsheets behind him so tightly that his knuckles blanch as you work him with your smooth, delicate hand.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and you falter, eyes darting to his face to determine if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You land on good, if the admiration in his eyes is anything to go on.
He cups the side of your face, fingers threading into the hair behind your ear as his thumb strokes your cheek. “Open your mouth f’me, love.”
He replaces your hand with his own, giving himself a few pumps with a tighter, rougher grip as your mouth falls open for him.
“Wider, sweetheart. There you go,” he says as you slacken your jaw and push your tongue farther out. “Ready?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.”
James guides the head of his cock to your mouth. Your tongue twitches under the heavy weight of it.
“Can you suck on it, sweet girl? Just like my fingers.”
With only the fat head of his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch wide around him. You don’t know how you’ll possibly take him deeper, feeling your jaw strain just from this, and given that you were gagging before on only his slender fingers. But you trust James to take care of you as he pushes more of his length into your mouth.
“That feels so good, baby. You’re doing great,” he groans as you hollow your cheeks out, just like you did on his two fingers.
Fuck—you feel perfect around him. He can’t help but edge a little deeper. Only half of his length fits comfortably in your mouth, and with slow, steady rocking motions of his hips, he lets you adjust to the strain on your jaw. It takes a lot of restraint to keep his thrusts shallow. He aches to find out what that tight little throat of yours would feel like around him. To find out what it would feel like to fuck your pretty face senseless. But he doesn’t want to push you too far too fast.
“Good. That’s it, good girl,” he says, his voice strained. “Not so difficult so far, yeah?”
His praise makes you light up, and you hum around his cock in response. The vibrations send a shiver up his spine.
“Ffuh—fuck, baby. Wanna try taking me a little deeper? Like your book?” he asks. His heart pounds in his chest in anticipation.
You didn’t realize how much you’d love doing this. It’s not just the act, it’s James. You can tell you’re making him feel good by the way he looks at you and the breathless sound of his voice. It stirs up a heat deep in your gut and a proud flutter in your chest. So, of course, you agree with a little “mhm!”
James takes a deep, steadying breath. “We’re gonna take it slow. Tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Understand?”
You hum again, unable to respond any other way with your mouth so full. Finally, he begins to work himself deeper into your mouth.
“Don’t forget to breathe. You’re doing so good, taking me so well,” he coos, watching closely as your features twist in discomfort the deeper he gets. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but fuck, you feel unbelievable.
As his cock slides down your throat, your gag reflex kicks in. Tears burn your eyes, and it feels like you’re choking. You instinctively jerk your head back as a fit of coughs wrenches from your chest.
“Shh, easy. You’re okay. Take a deep breath,” James says gently, brows knit in concern. The hand that’s not in your hair rubs soothing circles on your upper back.
“‘M okay,” you croak, swallowing the saliva that pooled in your mouth. “I wanna try again,” you say once you’ve caught your breath.
James’s stomach flips at how determined you still are. It’s precious.
“Are you sure?” he asks, crouching to your level as he searches your eyes for even a speck of hesitation. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, love, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure,” you respond in earnest. You love that you’re making him feel good, and you love how sweet he’s being to you. You definitely don’t want to stop.
James grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he stands back up. “Atta girl,” he says, wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth.
You open your mouth without needing to be told, and James slowly guides his cock back in.
“You can do it, baby,” he encourages. “Breathe.”
You close your eyes, trying to focus on breathing through your nose instead of the uncomfortable feeling in your throat.
Your throat constricts around him, and his entire body trembles with the effort it takes to stay still so that you can adjust. You try to fight through the gags, even as tears blur your vision and saliva floods your mouth. A small whine slips out when your jaw starts to ache, and your throat already starts to become sore.
It’s James who pulls back this time, concern coursing through him as tears slide down your cheeks.
“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, wiping the tears with his thumbs. “Remember, just relax. Focus on your breathing. Can you do that for me?”
“I can,” you promise.
“You wanna keep going?”
You nod, almost feverishly.
“Alright,” James exhales, guiding his cock back between your swollen lips.
Instead of trying to test how far he can slide it in, he slowly rocks his hips. Gently fucking your face, pulling back far enough for you to take a deep breath before he sinks into your throat again.
You grip his thighs, determined, as he tips his head back in pleasure. A delicious moan slips past his lips, and you know you must be doing something right, even as your throat flutters around his cock and drool dribbles down your chin, mixing with the fresh tears that have slid down your cheeks.
The slick mess of drool and tears drips down your neck too, soaking the collar of your shirt as James cock nudges deeper and deeper into your throat. James swears the sloppy sight alone could make him cum.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, his voice on the edge of a whine as he nears his release. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. That feels so good. Do you feel good?”
You hum around him, still loving the way he comes apart even as your fingernails dig into his thighs when he makes you gag again, and it sounds almost like retching this time as you squeeze your eyes shut.
When he pulls out of your mouth—which takes all his willpower—you gasp for air, struggling to catch your breath as you cough.
“Oh, sweetheart. Relax, it’s okay.” James smooths a hand down the back of your head, and he carefully massages your sore jaw with the other. “That’s enough, yeah? You took me so well, so deep, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
You don’t argue when he says you’ve had enough, not sure how much more you can take anyway, but a part of you is disappointed. As deep as he got, you’re not even sure he ever fit the whole length of him in your mouth.
He can see the disappointment on your face, and it sends a pang to his heart. But he can tell it hurts, and that’s the last thing he wants, so he’s firm in his decision that you’re done.
“It’s okay, baby. You did so good for me. So good.”
But he’s not done with you.
“Can you do something for me? All I need you to do is sit there and look pretty, can you do that?” he asks, taking his cock into the hand that’s not massaging your jaw.
You nod, blinking up at him with your wet lashes, not quite trusting your voice.
“Open your mouth for me, baby. Just a little bit.”
You watch as he slowly strokes his cock, and you think you know what he wants from you. So you open your mouth as wide as you comfortably can, sticking your tongue out for him.
“Such a pretty little mouth. Made me feel so good, you know that, baby? So fucking good.”
James pumps his cock in his fist fast, squeezing his fingers around his length. His eyes are trained on your face as you kneel there, so obediently. So eager to please. So fucking pretty.
James curses, groaning your name as the coil snaps. You flinch when hot ropes of his cum paint your face, landing on your tongue, coating your cheeks and chin with thick globs.
James pants, and you continue to sit just like that, his creamy release dripping from your outstretched tongue, making a mess on your shirt.
The sight of you like that is sinful. And it makes him so lightheaded that he thinks he might actually topple over. He grips the mattress behind him just in case.
“Can you swallow that for me, sweet girl?” he asks, out of breath.
You do as he says, closing your mouth and swallowing the salty cum that landed on your tongue, licking your lips clean while you’re at it.
“Good girl,” he purrs, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the rest off your face, swiping the soft fabric down your neck to clean up the saliva that dribbled down your chin too.
You sniffle a little as he swipes his thumbs underneath your eyes, wiping away any last remnants of your tears. You feel all warm and fuzzy inside as he takes care of you.
“Come here, love,” he says softly, helping you stand with a supporting hand on your elbow.
He wraps one of his big arms around you, rubbing soothing circles against your back. His free hand continues massaging your neck and jaw, easing away the strain and tension.
“You’re so lovely,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your tired jaw. “You did so good.”
His lips graze the corner of your mouth. He wants to kiss you so badly, but decides that calls for another conversation, another time, first.
For now, he kisses your cheek, murmuring, “Bet if we do that a few more times, you’ll be able to do it just like the girl in the book. Like the sound of that, sweetheart?”
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remus lupin x fem!reader x sirius black ( aka poly!wolfstar x reader )
a joke from sirius has you playing tennis with no panties on, though nobody's laughing when you end up fucked dumb in both holes at the end of your game ( 4.1 k ) ( mdni 18+ )
a/n: embarassingly this is my longest fic and also the one that took me the least amount of time to write...oopsies! also this had no intention in being so challengers coded but thats just the way the cookie crumbles 🤷🏻♀️ im having major writers block with all my st stuff so heres a little woflstar breather for all my marauders followers !!! ( divider by @cafekitsune )
tags: very very very brief moment of eviil walburga black mention, the black family are rich and evil, yes wolfstar and r broke into the black estate and destroyed every single room no we will not be talking about it, modern!au, prankster sirius black though thats just normal sirius black, flashing? panty stealing and panty fucking, everyone is sweaty, slightly voyuerism, oral (m receiving), object fucking-ish (tennis racket), fingering, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, pup nickname, sirius is a massive slut, minor blood mention??
Sirius’ old house is disgustingly huge, all high arched doorways, sleek matte trims, guest bedrooms the size of your current apartment. You’ve seen it in the winter, cold and desolate with traces of the abuse Sirius endured at the hands of his mother. Her oil portrait that would cost you a fortune to repair and the Black family a mere graze off their bank account sits crooked in the hallway you’ve broken into, crude doodlings splattered over strokes of Walburga Black’s pinched face, courtesy of a wide-tipped sharpie pen dug out from Orion Black’s pristine office.
In the summer, when the whole Black family has retreated to the South of France and the house lays empty, it almost looks…home-like. The sunlight streaming into the windows and the Sirius’ messes of rage, anguish, mirth and pleasure littering the rooms give it a more lived-in quality, despite the estate's age of almost 300 years. Now, with its only inhabitants being the three of you, it reads more like a lavish house listing on a real estate website than a building featured on a news article that makes the Black’s sound more important than they already are.
Sirius tells you that the tennis courts are a new addition, though, a couple metres away from the stables where he had his first kiss with a stablehand. He’s sprawled out on a lounge chair, looking far more comfortable in the torn apart Black estate than he ever had been in his 18 years of hell. Red athletic shorts he pulled from his old bedroom sit low on his hips and a pair of black sunglasses push his raven-black hair back. The box of his old school trunk lays open as Sirius plucks items out one by one, tossing the things he has no desire for over his shoulder and the ones he’s keeping at the foot of the chair.
You’re not all for breaking and entering, robbing, trespassing on private property, whatever stamp on your record Regulus hissed through a phone call when he realised Sirius had used his keys for a little more than “I just need to get the last of my shit, Reg. And then I’ll never go back,” but this certainly feels worth it.
Remus returns from the main home pushing a beverage cart that looks comically small shadowed by his height. He’s in a similar outfit predicament to Sirius: thin, sweat-proof shorts and a bare chest sheening with the whitish tinge of sun cream. He holds a plastic cup (leftover crockery from the small party Sirius had thrown two nights before) filled half-way with his choice of drink in between his teeth, nodding his head to the sounds of The Doors playing through a bluetooth speaker on the top half, the sound sending a buzz through the expensive glassware.
You lean against the tennis netting, tight enough to support your weight, as you let your sweaty hair fall out of your ponytail and down to swing in and out of your vision. It kisses your cheek as you call out to Remus. “What’cha got for me, Moons?” you ask, squinting to block out the sweltering sun.
He chucks you a can of something icy cold to press to your burning neck and then something similar to Sirius who misses completely, letting out a shout as the beer clatters to the ground, the spray of liquid splashing over the lean muscle of his body. “Moony!” he cries out, voice half-drowned out by your laugh as he jumps out of his seat, promptly kicking away the can farther down the large court with the toe of his flip flops. It spins out before coming to a stop, spray calming down as cider flows weakly from the lip.
You crack open your own beverage slowly, taking a long sip and turning to Sirius with your best that’s what you get! look. He gives an affronted harrumph, sulking further into his seat as Remus comes around to hand him another. He bends forward to press a light kiss to Sirius’ temple and then scrape the skin of his face teasingly with his teeth.
The sun beats down on you and you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other in your denim minishorts. They sit low waisted and kiss the top of your thighs, but they’re thick and itchy, and you can feel the beginnings of a chafe begin to form. You hadn’t thought about proper lounging around gear like Sirius and Remus had, and you’re reaping the consequences in your outfit fairly inappropriate for a tennis game.
Remus tosses you a tennis racket, and then digs deep into his shorts pocket to search for a second item. A ball of something blue soars through the air and then into your free hand. You hold the racket in between your legs to unravel the crumpled up thing slowly, realising that this is supposed to be the athletic gear you had requested: a thin tennis skirt shorter than your forearm that could easily be considered modest for a young child, but worthy of a public indecency fine on your figure. “Remus, what the fuck is this?”
Sirius lets out a low whistle and a wolfish laugh as he plucks the fabric from your hands, pulling the waistband as far as he can in between lithe fingers. “It’s a little modest, don’t you think?” he asks Remus sarcastically, thick eyebrows raised, “They’ve even got little built in panties!”
Remus blinks at your incredulous expression. “You said you wanted something lightweight to move around in.” he shrugs. It’s not in Remus’ nature to play dumb, but when he does he really really goes for it. You grab the scrap of fabric from Sirius’ big hands to further inspect it. You’re not really in the mood to journey back up the hill and into the estate to find better clothing, and it’s not like a public court where half of your ass can be seen by the general public. Remus and Sirius have seen you in no clothing at all, anyways.
“Where’d you even get that thing anyways?” Sirius asks.
Remus deadpans. “Your mothers wardrobe.”
“Very funny,” Sirius jeers before pausing, “Wait, seriously?”
You leave the quarreling boys on the courts to pull open the doors of the on-court changing rooms, relishing in the cool air that dries your sweaty skin as you kick off your shorts and underwear. A whole estate with a private court and changing rooms is your fucking dream, and you feel a small tinge of envy for the Black family. But you’ve met Sirius’ mother (against your wishes and his) and you’ve heard enough stories to know that most of them border on evil. If money really does buy happiness, the Black family would have to become sextillionaires to pull the sticks out of their asses.
You pull the small curtain around you to step into the smaller changing areas, thumbing distracted circles at the razor burn on the top of your thigh. The door of the room hits the concrete wall as one of your two boyfriends strolls in. From the Led Zeppelin whistle cutting through the air, you can already tell it’s Sirius.
“Let’s get a move on, darling,” he calls out, flicking on the tap to probably wash off the sticky cider on his bare chest, “Don’t want to keep Coach Black waiting.”
“You’ve never even played tennis.” you scoff.
“Is something I’ll be saying to you when I see your first serve,” Sirius drawls, effectively poking at your competitive side to coax you back on to the courts. You hear the door creak open as he tells you, “And I want to see that skirt that Moony picked out for you. See if it’s suitable to wear at the home chapel when I have to repent for what I’m going to do to you and Moons in the dining hall later,” and then it shuts and you’re left with your own racing thoughts.
All you can do is roll your eyes, clench your thighs together at the last comment and step into the skirt. You blink down. There’s a clear circle where you can see the clean tiled floor with none of the built-in panties Sirius had boasted about.
You pull them up, grateful for the stretchy waistband, and give yourself an experimental twirl in the mirror. At your full height, the hemline barely grazes the three-quarters of your ass, and when you bend at the waist, your whole cunt will be on display, already slightly glistening with slick as you crane your neck to get a good look.
As expected, when you step out of your mini-fashion show you’re met with an empty wooden bench, your panties and shorts missing and 100% being twirled around Sirius’ index finger as a sick show of victory to Remus.
You don’t even bother to pretend like you have any modesty as you step back out, ignoring the way that Sirius wolf whistles and how his lounge chair has been dragged suspiciously around to your end of the court. When you ready your stance, you’re certain to give Sirius an eyeful of his next meal.
Remus has the audacity to blush when you pick up your racket, shifting his from one hand to the other like it wasn’t him who picked out your outfit in the first place.
“You wanna play or what?” you ask boredly, though internally you’re applauding yourself for the smooth double entendre.
Remus swallows thickly then volleys first, clumsily hitting the ball in your direction and sending you running down your end of the net, serving it back with a jump of your own that has your skirt fluttering around your asscheeks. Sirius practically moans when he sees a sliver of your cunt and you watch amused as he pulls down his sunglasses to block out the sun and get a better look. He wiggles his fingers at you as if to say, “keep playing.”
Every skid, sprint and step has you showing off something to one or the other, whether it be the flash of your ass to Sirius or a peek of your bare cunt to Remus, who grows visibly frustrated at losing his game of tennis, though you’re certain you practically dangling your pussy in front of his face doesn’t do much to help his temper. You watch him rearrange his heavy cock in his shorts as he jogs back to retrieve your bright green tennis ball, breathing heavily through his nose as you pretend to stretch while you wait, sneakers squeaking on the hot floor.
You’re gripping the racket tight, ready for the next serve when Remus completely drops the ball, jaw going slack as he looks past your face and behind you, the ball rolling away. “Oh fuck,” he half-protests-half-moans, “Sirius!”
When you spin back around, Sirius has his head thrown back against the lounge chair in an inky black halo, legs spread and chest flushed as he pumps his tall cock wrapped up in your stolen panties. The moan he lets out when he notices your eyes is lewd, bordering on pornographic. A cool breeze whips your skirt high enough that he can see the front of your pussy and he shakes as he almost cums on the spot. Thighs quivering, the soles of his bare feet rubbing up and down the lounge chair as he tries to anchor himself to something, Sirius’ deep set eyes blink slowly at you and Remus, only fluttering shut when he grips his length harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans out, thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, voice turning pitchy and whiny, “‘m gonna cum,”
You and Remus watch in awe as Sirius spills over his pale stomach, his eyes rolling back as he fucks himself through his orgasm. If the sun on your wet cunt had you glistening earlier, you would be lit up like a fucking star. Sweat drips down from your chin, into your shirt and past your hardening nipples, your mouth impossibly dry.
“Fucking hell,” Sirius groans out finally, looking pretty and fucked out as he comes back down to earth, still holding your pink panties now ruined by his cum, “any of you lovelies have any interest in playing with a different kind of balls?”
It’s crude and so very Sirius that you laugh at the silliness of it all, letting yourself bend at the waist to help with your shuddering diaphragm. The sound dies down in your throat when you realise you’re now showing off your pussy to Remus, swallowing thickly at the sound of a tennis racket clattering to the floor as he steps over the net to drag you towards Sirius.
You fall over him clumsily, forehead hitting his bare chest as the hand still carrying your tennis racket smacks the ground as you try to lift yourself up. Sirius’ cloth-covered cock digs into your stomach and he wastes no time dragging you further up his front to messily press his lips to yours, tongue pushing deep into your mouth. You haven’t even realised he’s plucked the racket from your hand when it comes to press against your entrance.
A gasp leaves your lips as Sirius grins against them, looking up at Remus stepping out of his athletic shorts and pulling your sneakers off. The handle rubs slow circles around your clit, your sopping pussy allowing an easy glide around the sensitive nub as you arch back into it. You whine and Sirius presses hard into your clit before dragging the covered handle to your entrance, pushing in enough to make you moan against his mouth.
He parts his legs further to allow Remus some room where he hovers straddled above Sirius’ thigh, the taller boy looking down at you. “Maybe we should fuck you with the racket,” Sirius says, voice held so straight you think he’d been asking you about the fucking weather, “Fuck your mouth. Give you something to bruise that throat on,” he sighs, contemplative. “Or, we could fuck your perfect litle pussy instead, hm?” he asks before fully pushing into your entrance, the handle sitting a comfortable half an inch in your hole as you groan, greedily rolling your hips back into it.
“Look at it, Moons,” he coos, “Look at ‘er fucking suck it in,” Sirius hums and it leaves just as quick as it came, falling back onto the hot concrete. “Not today, maybe,” he tsks, “I’d quite like to have you stupid on my fingers instead.”
A long digit pushes past your gummy entrance, curling up against your spongy spot inside. “Shit,” you murmur, hole clenching around Sirius’ finger. He shifts you to curl into his side instead of sprawling out on top of him to give space for Remus to duck his head down and take Sirius into his warm mouth. He gives the pink head a quick kiss and a kitten lick before you watch it disappear down his throat.
“Remus,” Sirius begs now, previous bravado disappearing and his hips lifting so Remus’ nose can press into Sirius’ happy trail, his free hand guiding Remus up and down his cock by the back of his head.
You cry out Sirius’ name at the same time as marriage meets middle, two fingers pistoning quickly in and out of your soaked cunt. Despite the moans he lets out and the incessant stuttering of his hips, Sirius still manages to stay laser focused on fucking you just the way you like it.
The steady beat of your cunt speeding up to a wild, erratic thing has you pressing a warning kiss into Sirius’ neck. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn, thighs tightening as Sirius curls in faster and deeper, removing a hand from Remus’ head to encourage circles around your sensitive clit, “Siri, I’m going to fucking-”
“Cum for me, pretty,” he stops you, breath hot and heavy against the crown of your head. Remus takes the pitch in his voice as an indicator that he’s about to spill into his throat, letting Sirius take the lead and fuck into him at a bruising pace. “Fucking lovely, the both of you.” Sirius sighs before cumming with a shout.
You follow quickly after, pussy spasming as Sirius rubs slow, soothing ministrations to the soft muscle of your insides. Crude, but sweet.
Remus comes up for air, cheeks red and cock achingly hard as he wipes his sticky mouth with the back of his hand. When he leans down to kiss you sweetly, you’re allowed a taste of him. Mint gum, rum and coke, Sirius and tobacco flood your senses, and you lick greedily over a spot of Sirius’ cum drying on Remus’ chin.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” he asks you, voice still hoarse and a hand rubbing up and down your sweaty back. Despite the skirt riding up your midriff and your thin tank top, you’re significantly more clothed than your boyfriends. Remus helps you to kneel on the chair with wobbly legs, letting you pull the tank top up past your foggy head. Sirius reaches up to palm roughly at your bare tits. “D’you want one of us in your mouth, another in your little hole? Tell us, pup.”
“Can you both fuck me?” you request.
“How d’you want us?” Sirius asks, already palming his length with another hand still massaging your chest. The words in his mouth leave soft and kind, but he pinches your nipples hard and mean.
“My back against your chest.” and then for an added safety measure, “Please.”
Sirius is already pulling your sweaty back against his chest, huffing slightly when your hair falls in his mouth. “Great idea, my darling,” he praises, emphasising his sentiment with a squeeze of your chest, “That way me and Remus both get a look at your pretty face when we get you all stupid.”
You pant and squint up at the sun, hot and bright and beating down on your face, and like the gentleman Sirius is, he gently places his sunglasses on your face. He murmurs a quiet apology in the shell of your ear when he fumbles around blindly to line himself up with your hole. Remus does the same, fat tip running through your slick and sensitive folds. You can see him properly now through your protective eyewear, looking significantly tanner with a splattering of freckles all over his long torso. You make a mental note to kiss over all of them, and then some more, later.
“Don’t push in too quick, Pads,” Remus warns, gripping the soft fat of your thigh.
Sirius does, because he’s Sirius, spitting roughly in his hand and smearing it all over your hole, pushing a middle finger in for good measure. You writhe against his back but his forearm keeps you locked in place, held extra tight when his head pushes past your ring of muscle.
“Hole’s so fucking tight, darling,” Sirius laughs, “Do I have to break her in again?”
It’s an agonizing stretch that seems to go on for hours, but when you feel Sirius slump back against the chair, you feel amazingly full. Your cunt throbs and you clench tight, grinning when Sirius curses in your ear.
He reaches down to stroke Remus’ cock, both of you watching in awe when he lets out a satisfied sigh and a click of his neck when his chin comes down into his chest. Remus lets Sirius pump his thick cock once, and then twice before slapping his ringed hand away.
“D’you just not want me to last then, baby?” he laughs, realigning himself with your entrance.
Sirius doesn’t respond, but you can tell he’s sporting a lazy grin in the way Remus flushes a dark red.
Remus pushes in, kinder and slower than Sirius but still with the same desperation, and you almost scream. The stretch from Sirius’ fingers help accommodate his length, but the sensitivity from your previous orgasm has you digging crescent shapes into your palms.
“F-fuck!” you stammer, beating your fist into the chair as your heart jumps, “Please,”
“Please, what?”
“Please, just fuck me,”
Sirius obliges first, hips moving slowly as he starts a steady beat. He practically lifts you up with every thrust, and you watch in awe as he helps move you up and down Remus’ cock. Remus catches you on the up thrust, big palms under your ass keeping you still in the air so he and Sirius can put in all the work.
Slick from your pussy pools and drips down your ass and onto Sirius’ cock, allowing him a faster pace in your ass. Your ears only focus on the sounds of Sirius panting in your ear and the squelching sounds as your cunt practically gurgles around Remus’ cock. The speed they’re both building up to forces lewd, pornographic sounds bubbling up past your throat and out of your bitten lips.
“Feels like fuckin’ heaven, dove.” Remus groans, muscles flexed as he forces your back into an arch.
Sirius pulls your head to the side, nose almost knocking with his own sunglasses as his lips meet yours tasting slightly metallic. He must’ve bitten down on his lip so hard when he first fucked into you that his mouth fucking bled. “So sweet for us, so fucking sweet.” his hand snakes down to scoop slick from your sopping cunt and you jolt backwards, “Tastes so sweet too.”
Remus bends forward, chest pressed against your tits shiny with sweat. He presses a long kiss to your lips, sweet and soft, and then something shorter with much more tongue to Sirius’. “You’re right, our girl here is the sweetest.”
You want to roll your eyes and try to push down the heat in your cheeks but you can’t, all of your energy is focused on the coil building in your stomach and the tingly burning in your thighs. “Shit, I’m close,” you moan, your first full string of words other than the incessant whines leaving your tongue. “‘S so fuckin’ deep,”
Remus speeds up, chasing his own release as his tip bruises your sensitive cervix. Sirius does the same, canting his hips perfectly to reach a spot inside your ass that has him groaning and you cursing. The world goes bright, a hotter white than before, and before you can tell, you’re cumming with a shout.
“That’s our girl, that’s a good doll,” Remus pants, spilling into you with his own fucked-out sound, seed flooding your cervix.
Sirius, who was at his third orgasm for that hour, cums loud in your ear, words falling apart in his mouth to create something begging and mindless. “So lovely, angel, so fucking good. Such a good job.”
Your little blue skirt looks almost navy on your tummy, soaked through with sweat and you watch with tired eyes as Remus kisses past it and through the valley of your chest before collapsing, his forehead bumping your chin.
“I hate you, Sirius,” Remus murmurs finally.
Sirius scoffs, affronted, “What did I do?”
“It’s all your fault. If someone asks me where the best sex of my life was, I’m going to have to say at this bloody mansion.”
You’re all giggling before the heat and exhaustion washes over you, floating back to silence as the birds chirp around the private court. “Remus?” you ask quietly.
“Yeah, lovely?”
You bite back a grin, going for something thoughtful and innocent and landing on something all too eager. “Didn’t you say there's a pool room we haven’t seen yet?”
“And I suppose you want to play there too?”
You sigh dreamily, your foot rubbing down Sirius’ ankle in your tangle of limbs. “I suppose.”
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Matt’s chest heaves with soft gasps and hitched breaths, his pretty pink lips parted slightly and glistening with your saliva and his own. His hair is a mess atop his head and his glasses sit crooked on his nose from the kiss you’d shared just minutes prior.
He’s clutching onto the sheets beside his hips, knuckles already gone white, glazed over eyes glued to the way your hips move against his own. The sight of his dick glistening with your wetness and the way your pretty little pussy is stretched around his shaft is enough to make his face heat up.
The loud, wet squelches your pussy is making every time you slam down on his cock is pure filth—And the lewd noises coming out of your mouth threatens to unravel Matt for the third time tonight.
You’d already made him come once with your mouth and once with your hands. All because you wanted to “thank” him for helping you pass your exams.
And Matt—oh-so-naive Matt—didn’t think you’d actually start riding him. He was too sensitive for Christ’s sake. And well, you’d obviously thought about stopping when you saw the way his hips squirmed away from your hand rather than towards it after his second orgasm, but how could you have stopped when he was still hard as a rock even after coming twice?
Plus, your pussy was already craving Matt the moment you saw him in the campus library this morning with his blue striped shirt all buttoned up to the very top and his glasses perched so innocently on his perfect nose.
But it’s not like Matt’s complaining about you riding him though. Well, not really. He’s just too sensitive right now and he doesn’t know if he can handle the way your greedy pussy is squeezing and massaging his cock with your warm, wet walls.
Overstimulation claws at his core and his balls pulse and draw tight as his face scrunches up in both discomfort and immense pleasure. The pleasure he’s feeling is so great that it’s starting to feel painful—but in the best way possible.
"W-wait-- Oh, God-" Matt gasps out, his words dissolving into strings of whimpers and barely coherent pleas for you to stop and keep going at the same time. He can barely register the fact that his glasses are sliding down his nose due to the sheen of sweat covering his whole body.
A breathy moan leaves his lips when you start moving faster, his eyes rolling back briefly at the pleasure shooting up his spine. "F-fuck- You’re- you’re so good—mmhn-fu-fuck—i can’t-!" Matt babbles, a shaky hand reaching up to slide his glasses back up his nose so he can see the pretty expressions on your face more clearly.
And God, he shouldn’t have.
Because the look on your face broke the last bit of his composure and Matt was coming faster than he could even warn you, his hands landing on your hips to grip them tightly as his hips bucked desperately against yours.
You giggle breathlessly when you feel his warm cum flooding your insides and hear the whiny sounds falling from his lips as he tries to come down from his high. He thought you’d definitely stop now, but to Matt’s dismay, you don’t stop moving. Your pussy milk his poor overstimulated cock for all its worth as you chase after your own peak—and he doesn’t try to stop you.
summary: matt wants to play hide and seek, and if he wins, he gets whatever he wants
warnings: MINOR DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, slight cnc (consensual non consent), forced creampie, soft but evil dom matt?, fingering
authors note: bro this was gonna be completely different but uh then i got all soft so now it's all soft and shit oopsies.. thank you @inkedsturnioloss for reading this for me
masterlists are still broken sorry guys
You were just laying on the couch with Matt, his fingers combing through your hair, watching as you chewed on the chew toy mindlessly. Matt hummed softly as he looked down, "puppy.. Do you wanna play a game?" He asked softly, making your head perk up, a game? You loved games, so you nodded, smiling with the chew toy in your mouth.
The sly smile appeared on Matt's face, he had something planned and you knew it. "Okay puppy, here's the game.. it's hide and seek.. you hide and if i find you.. I get anything I want.. anything puppy, understood?" He asked, your eyes lit up, you knew there was no winning but that's what made the game fun. You nodded, dropping the toy from your mouth. "What's the safe word?" He asked, gently grabbing your chin, making sure you were looking at him. "Penguins." You said and Matt smiled, pecking your lips. "You have one minute," he said softly, closing his eyes as he began to count.
You jumped up, scurrying off to find a good hiding spot. You looked around, you could hear matts counting faintly from the living room. You went into the guest bedroom, looking around. Your eyes went under the bed, that was good enough. You crawled under the bed, shimmying as far under as you could, trying to move things around silently to cover yourself up as best as you could. Your heart raced, covering your mouth because you were breathing so loud, but still you had a smile on your face.
"Ready or not! Here I come!" Matt yelled out, you held back an excited giggle. You tried to stay as still as possible as you heard the sound of Matt's boots walking up and down the hallway. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were shaking, partly from fear and partly from excitement. The door opened, making you still completely. You heard his boots, thudding across the floor. "My sweet puppy, where did you go?" Matt asked aloud, opening the closet door and peeking inside. "Hmm not here.." he said, closing the closet door.
You covered your mouth as he stepped closer to the bed. "Oh, my sweet puppy.." Matt said softly, crouching down. "Got you." He said, grabbing your ankles, pulling you out in one swift motion making you squeal. "No!" You called out, but you couldn't help but laugh, Matt always made you laugh. Matt laughed as well, "oh poor puppy, I guess you lost," he said, even though he was trying to tease you, his voice was still soft.
His hands moved up your body, you giggled, squirming but didn't fight him. "Guess I get whatever I want," he said, his hands finding the waistband of your sweats, swiftly pulling them down with your underwear. "Oh no, no," you giggled, and Matt laughed. You were just playfully fighting him, but making no attempt to stop him as he tossed your clothes to the side. He spread your legs, taking in your glistening folds, "god, my beautiful puppy, always soaked for me, I trained you well haven't I, baby?" Matt said, his fingers swiping through your folds making your giggles die down to gasps.
You nodded, your hands gripping at the carpet underneath you. "My well trained puppy," Matt praised, pushing his middle finger into you. You moaned softly, squirming slightly. "Stay still puppy, you take what you're given and you enjoy it, remember?" Matt said, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He knew what you liked, he knew what you wanted, he was holding back on purpose. He enjoyed watching you squirm, and enjoyed making you struggle to be good. You huffed softly, knuckles turning white from your grip on the carpet as you tried to stay still.
"I don't wanna punish you, puppy.." Matt warned, but he did like punishing you, only when he knew you enjoyed it too. You whimpered softly, spreading your legs further for him, knowing he liked that. "Good puppy," Matt praised, pushing a second finger into you making you moan. He pushed his fingers in, deep just like you liked it. His fingers reached places yours never could. He filled you up so perfectly. But Matt made a soft noise, pulling his fingers out making you whine. "No- no, what did I do?" You could feel the tears brim your eyes.
"Oh, my sweet puppy, you did nothing wrong. I just wanna fuck this sweet cunt. Now up," he said, telling you to get up as he got up as well. You listened, you always listened, standing up. Matt grabbed your hips, leading you towards the bed. He placed a hand on your back, pushing you face down against the bed. You leaned over the bed, he pushed down on your back till it was arched and your ass was pushed out. "Oh that's a perfect sight," Matt said, grabbing a handful of your ass. "The most perfect ass," Matt said, landing a soft slap on your ass making you whimper.
You pushed back against him, making him chuckle. "Patience puppy," Matt said. He pushed down his own sweatpants and boxers. He grabbed himself, lining himself up with your entrance. He ran his tip through your folds making you sigh out. Slowly, finally, he began to push into you, his tip breaching your entrance. You moaned out, throwing your head back as he continued to push in. "Fuck.. gripping me so tight puppy," matt said through gritted teeth. He could feel you clenching around him, driving him crazy.
He bottomed out, placing his hands on your hips. "My pretty puppy, made perfectly for me.." Matt said, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. "Ready puppy?" He asked softly and you nodded. Matt took that as an okay, he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in roughly making you cry out. He set a bruising pace, holding onto your hips. He pulled you back to meet his thrusts, making you moan repeatedly. You gripped onto the bedsheets, clenching around him wildly.
"Fuck- puppy, you're driving me fucking crazy," matt said through gritted teeth, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your hips. "Gonna let me cum in you puppy? You don't really have a choice, do you?" Matt said, making your eyes roll back. You loved when he talked like that, you knew it meant nothing since you were on birth control and he would get plan b for you anyways. "Yeah, gonna fill you up puppy, and you're just gonna take it.. my little whore," Matt said, giving you a few rough thrusts.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you back against him as he moaned, "fuck!" He cried out as he came, painting your insides white. You breathed heavily, about to let yourself collapse before Matt reached around, starting to rub your clit. "Oh god! Oh god!" You cried out, squirming slightly. Matt felt you clench around him. "You gotta cum puppy, you know the rules, we don't finish unless you cum," Matt said, rubbing your clit with precision that drove you crazy.
You moaned into the sheets, knuckles white from holding onto them so tightly. You felt your orgasm build up fast before crashing over you, clenching wildly around Matt's cock, your body shaking and tensing as you moaned through your orgasm. Matt let you ride out your high before pulling away. He leaned over you, kissing your shoulder. "I love you puppy," he said softly. "I love you too," you replied breathlessly.
warnings: puppy play (you are literally being treated like a dog), wearing a collar, wearing dog ears, face fucking, hands free bj, orgasm control, thigh riding
authors note: not proofread oopsies ... chat we don't talk about this... unless... we all get real freaky real quick
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"Come here, girl," matt called out, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch staring at his phone. You walked in, wearing his t-shirt and boxers. Matt looked up at you, scanning what you were wearing, "hmm, come here," matt called you over, you walked over to him, standing in front of him with a little smile on your face. "Let's see, collar is on," matt reached up, grabbing you by your collar and pulling you down to be face to face with him, making you gasp. "But what's missing?" He asked, looking at your hair then back down at you.
"Matt.. I don't like them.." you whimpered softly, face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh? You don't like them? You seemed to like them last time, puppy girl," matt said, smirking at your embarrassment, his cock stirring in his sweats. "Go put them on, be a good girl." He let go of your collar waving you off and giving you no option to fight it. You drug your feet back to the bedroom, you hated that he made you wear the dumb puppy ears, but you knew why he did it. A form of degradation that you would never admit you liked.
You grabbed the ears, putting them on and fixing your hair before coming back to the living room. Matt looked up from his phone and smiled, "good girl! You want a treat?" Matt asked, speaking to you like you were his own personal puppy. You blushed, looking down, feeling shy but the wetness grew between your legs. "Come here, good girls deserve treats don't they?" Matt asked as you walked over. You nodded and matt pointed to the ground, a silent command. You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as he placed his hands on your head, petting your head. "Speak puppy," matt smirked.
You clenched your jaw, looking down as embarrassment flooded your body and you got wetter with each word. "Come on, be a good girl and speak," matt commanded. You gulped, letting out a little bark making matt chuckled. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Hey, no, bad puppy, no covering that pretty face, speak again," matt said, grabbing your wrists and moving them off your face. "Speak." He commanded once more. You let out another weak bark making matt chuckled.
"Good girl, let's get you your treat, yeah?" Matt said, letting go of your wrists. Matt brought his hands to his sweats, letting you watch as he pulled his cock free. You licked your lips absentmindedly. Matt smirked, giving himself a few strokes before making a come hither motion with his fingers for you to get between his legs. You moved, situating yourself between his legs. "Remember, puppy's don't use hands do they?" Matt asked and you shook your head, putting your hands behind your back.
Matt held his cock up as you leaned down, swirling your tongue around his tip. He was about to chastise you for teasing but then you wrapped your lips around his cock and he moaned out. "Oh good girl," he moaned out, placing his free hand on your head, keeping your ears in place and helping you set a pace moving up and down. You bobbed your head, "eye contact puppy," matt reminded. You looked up at him through your lashes as he pushed you down, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. Tears brimmed in your eyes as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you struggle to keep your eyes open.
"Fuck-" matt groaned, throwing his head back but only for a moment before wanting to watch you as you sucked him off. "Good fucking girl, keep going, gag on my fucking cock," matt said through gritted teeth, bucking up into your mouth. He began to fuck your mouth, you gagged but stayed still. You knew if you needed to stop you had a way to do it but you didn't want to stop. Wetness pooled in your panties, you squeezed your thighs together. "Fuck- gonna cum in this pretty mouth, you gonna swallow your treat puppy? Like a good fucking girl?" matt said, holding you in place.
He gave one final thrust, moaning out your name as he came down your throat. He pulled you off, you swallowed coughing slightly before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show you swallowed it all. "Good puppy! Took your treat so well, didn't you?" Matt said, ruffling your hair making you whimper. "What's wrong puppy?" Matt asked, giving you a sympathetic pout as you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes. "Oh, puppy wants to get off too doesn't she?" Matt asked and you nodded. His sympathetic pout turned into a smile, "oh puppy, come on, let's get you off," he grabbed your hands, pulling you up.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you to straddle his thigh making you whine, you didn't wanna do all the work. "Puppy, you either get to use my thigh or my shoe so which do you want?" Matt asked, holding your hips in place. "Thigh," you whimpered. "Alright, then go ahead puppy," matt let go of your hips, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back against the couch to watch you. You pouted but started moving your hips, dragging your clothed heat over his thigh making you whimper. You placed your hands on him, starting to set a pace as you ground against his thigh.
You began to moan, rutting on his thigh like a dog in heat just how he liked it. Watching as you humiliated yourself to get off. "You're gonna remember to ask, right puppy?" Matt asked and you nodded, face contorted in focus as you worked on getting yourself off. You moaned louder, your clit repeatedly being rubbed against his clothed thigh making your orgasm bubble up inside of you. You kept going, making yourself closer, "c-can I-" you whimpered, throwing your head back. "Can you what puppy?" Matt asked, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "Can I- can I cum?" You asked and matt smirked. "What if I say no?" He asked making you whine and slow down. He grabbed your hips speeding you back up. "You can cum puppy, you've been so good," matt said.
Finally, you came, moaning out matts name as he helped your hips keep moving till you rode out your high. Finally, he stilled you, "Good puppy, you did so well for me," matt said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. You cuddled into his chest with a smile, "thank you," you said softly. "You're welcome puppy, my good good girl." Matt said, kissing the top of your head.
⤿ riding nerd!matt whilst helping him with his exam
“okay baby, how about this one” you smile moving your hips, reading the question out to him.
“mm fuck, b-beacuse” he whines, his head thrown back hands clenching by his side, trying his best to muster a sentence together.
“good job baby you got it correct” you speak in a teasing voice, hand coming to brush his redden cheek.
his eyes were heavy, body shaking at every movement, dick hard and prodding inside you.
he’d asked you to come over help with his exam questions and you’d agreed knowing exactly what you were going to do to him.
he was in his grey sweats, no shirt like he usually does when he studies, his glasses always on his face a bit to big for him, and you, well you were ontop of him.
“alright now if you get this one right you might get a treat”
his ears perk up, his eyes catching yours.
you hadn’t let him come, not yet atleast, you were torturing him. you read out the question head titled and he cried out the answer loud enough for the world to hear.
“good boy, time for your reward” you laugh.
your hips start moving fast, matts mouth left open, cock spurting into the condom stomach clenched and twitching, glasses fogging up and falling down at the pace, his hands gripping ontop your ass.
but you don’t stop.
you carry on enough for matt’s breath to get caught in his throat. his eyes roll back and he stays like that, overstimulated and crying.
you hands grip his shoulders as you come down from your high watching as the boy beneath you breaths heavily.
“I think you’ll ace this test” you lean his kissing him softly, he just breaths smiling wondering how he got lucky.
a fic where dealer!chris takes care of pd!reader when she being really needy and makes her feel good
COMBINING this request with the daddy kink fic cause i'm CRAZY
౨ৎ dealer!chris taking care of preachersdaughter!reader after a hard day.
⚠︎ daddy kink, dumbification, light condescension, humiliation if you squint
you were gone. completely fucked out.
chris was on top of you, pounding you into the mattress with a pressure you were unused to, two fingers shoved inside your mouth and the other hand gripping one of your bouncing tits. you were soaked, everywhere – your arousal dripping down your thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks and drool coating chris’s fingers. the sounds that were coming out of you would’ve been humiliating, had you had the capacity to even hear them.
it all started when you had arrived home with shaking hands and teary eyes. alarmed, chris pulled you into his lap, wiping your tears and coaxing you to open up about the awful day you had had at work. he held you tight as you rambled about a particularly rude customer and a misplaced order of books. once it was all out of your system, chris kissed your cheek gently and said, “you want me to make it all better?”
it was a selfless act, really. chris just wanted to fuck you so dumb that you’d forget everything that had been upsetting you. he knew a fuzzy brain was just what you needed right now.
now, he was pushing his fingers a little deeper into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as you whimpered. you gripped his wrist tightly and pulled his hand away from your mouth as you tried to form words.
“mmf— chris… i, i need—”
you cut yourself off with another needy moan, and chris laughed at you. “what is it, baby? can’t speak?”
you tried again, but your brain was too foggy for words now. you simply shook your head.
“then show me, angel. what is it?”
you slowly blinked open your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding it down between your two bodies, pushing it down between your slick thighs. chris tutted in disappointment and shook his head, pulling his hand away.
“y’want my hand? can you say please?”
you let out a shaky whine. “pl—please, chris…”
he hummed as if in deep thought, his thrusts inside you starting to slow down. “i don’t know. i just feel like you don’t mean it. y’gotta reaally beg.”
you let out a choked sob and continued to plead for him. “chris, come on… please… i am begging…”
“yeah, just a little more. then i’ll know you really want it.”
you let out a frustrated whine. “ugh, daddy…”
chris stopped all movements, gazing down at you with wide eyes. it took your brain a couple seconds to catch up with your mouth, but once you realised what you had said, what you had called him, you gasped and covered your mouth with both hands.
chris let out a tiny, quiet huff. he stayed still for what felt like hours before he spoke again. “oh, i’m daddy now?”
your eyes filled with tears again and you shook your head. you were mortified. you didn’t know where it had come from, didn’t even know where you had heard it before. it just spilled out of your mouth like instinct.
chris pulled your hands away from your face, trying not to laugh at your horrified expression. “don't be embarrassed. it was cute.”
“it was… weird.”
“s’not weird at all. makes perfect sense, actually.” he smirked and started thrusting again, this time slow and deliberate. “cause i am your daddy, if you really think about it.”
you frowned and tried to squirm away. “no… i don't like it…”
“don’t like getting fucked by daddy?” chris pouted mockingly.
you whimpered and shook your head, your cheeks burning with shame. “it’s not right…”
chris smiled and stopped again. “huh. s’funny, cause, uh – your pussy’s grippin’ me tighter than usual.”
“chris!” you whined, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of desire for chris to keep going.
“nah, i get it. y’want more, yeah?”
you nodded in relief. finally, he was getting somewhere.
“uh huh. can you ask daddy nicely?”
you let out an exasperated sigh. he clearly wasn’t gonna let up on this any time soon, and you knew you had to do something if you wanted him to keep fucking you.
“if i do, will you promise never to bring this up again?”
he smirked. “sure. whatever you want, princess. just tell me what i wanna hear.”
“daddy… please – please fuck me…” you whispered, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness overcome you.
“fuuck, that’s it.” chris groaned and picked up the pace again, reaching down to rub at your aching clit, finally giving you the pressure you were craving. he would never say it to you, but the humiliated, ashamed look on your face only sent more blood rushing to his cock.
your jaw fell open as his cock hit that special spot inside you, and suddenly all feelings of embarrassment dissipated as you slipped back into that fuzzy, warm state. you could hear chris laughing softly at you, but you felt too good to care.
“that’s it, angel. takin' daddy's cock so good, fuck.”
you whined and reached for him, craving closeness now more than ever. when chris felt your arms tugging at his shoulders, he immediately complied and laid down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close.
you sighed softly and melted further into the mattress. all of a sudden, calling chris daddy didn't seem like an issue at all. you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck before whispering,
“can i have more please, daddy?”
chris's breath hitched and his movements faltered. he was content to never hear the word leave your mouth again. if anything, he thought you’d be mad at him for pushing you to repeat it. he certainly hasn't been expecting you to say it again all by yourself, and the surprise had him reacting in a way you had never seen from him before.
his whole body was trembling above you, and you could hear faint whimpers spilling from his lips.
“are you okay, daddy?” you tried to sound as oblivious as you could, but you knew the effect you had on him now, and you weren't going to let him off easy.
“fuck, baby – y’gotta stop that… can't–” he whined.
“but i thought you wanted to be my daddy?” you pouted and looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. you could feel his cock twitching inside you at that, and he let out a strained gasp.
“gonna make me – mmh, embarrass myself, baby. playin’ dirty.”
“i don't understand,” you whined, starting to really enjoy playing with him like this.
chris exhaled roughly through his nostrils, starting to pick up on your teasing. he picked up the pace, his hips snapping into yours with rougher thrusts.
“y’know exactly what you're doin', huh? can't fuckin’ believe you.”
but his frustration immediately melted away at the sound of your little whimpers and moans filling his ears. god, he really was weak for you.
“feels so good…” you sighed softly and hugged him closer.
“yeah? gonna cum for me, baby?”
“mm…” you hesitated, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“what is it, doll?”
“can i have a kiss first?”
“oh, jesus–” chris’s hips jolted erratically. he really struggled to handle himself when you made such sweet requests. “that’s what you need, baby? a kiss from daddy to make it alll better?”
he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the soft warmth of his mouth acting as a welcome contrast to the force with which his cock was slamming into you. your moans mingled with his as you came, your nails digging into the flesh of his back, leaving marks which would make you gasp later when you finally regained control of your thoughts.
chris let you ride out your high before pulling out and releasing across your stomach, only adding to how soaked your skin already was.
he stayed like that for a minute, kneeling above you and taking in the sight of your messy, fucked-out state. beautiful.
“so, what’s it gonna take for you to start calling me daddy full-time?” he murmured with a grin.
“shut up, chris…” you mumbled, turning your face to hide your smile in the pillow.
