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wips; pt3 dr remus, running into dr remus in public drabble, kinktober ‘25
kinktober day 1 - creampie/sweat [ j.s.mactavish ]
john ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader
cw; p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink
notes; i haven’t written in quite a while, so please bear with me whilst i get rid of this rust🫶🏼
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the smell of sex clouded the room in a warm fog, the locked barracks door not nearly enough to keep the sounds you were letting out private.
he loved having you like this, faces close and bodies closer. the way the two of you fit together, back to his chest, pushing you deeper into the mattress. your fingers entwined, clutching onto him like that would give you any reprieve from your ruination.
he watched as sweat rolled down his chest, connecting with the soft skin of your back, and he wanted nothing more than to keep you like this forever; to keep you a mess of his sweat and his spit and his cum, to embed the physical proof of his love into your skin and bones. he rub it all in if you’d let him, massage it into your hairline and release any tension with slick, salty palms.
ears ringing, your legs shook beneath him, pleasure so intense that you can’t help but try to squirm away from him, reaching up to try and smother your screams.
his hand clasped back around yours, prying it away from your mouth, leaning down as he sped up his pace, “let ‘em all out bonnie, i want to hear every single one of your noises.”
he pulled your hands, pressing them into the small of your back as he intently watched over the side of your flushed face.
you tried to beg, to tell him that you couldn’t take it, it was far too much… or were you trying to say not to stop? that it felt so good you thought you might die?
words failed you, managing nothing but a fleet of moans as your high neared, legs bending back to try and push him off, fingers curled around his in pure ecstasy.
“gonna fill you w’my pups, have your tummy all nice and round,” he grunted, nose nuzzling against the tip of your ear, “y’want that baby? gonna have a piece of me in you forever.”
a pathetic noise slipped from your lips, some weakened mixture of a whine and a gasp, almost choking on your own drool as a result. you felt his smile against your damp skin, before he slid his hand down beneath your hip, fingers spreading you further to circle your clit.
you froze beneath him as you shattered, mere fragments of you left for him to piece back together; the most beautiful Kintsugi he’d ever seen. you were desperate for both escape and torment; mercy and destruction. you wanted everything he had to give you, no matter how painful it was to endure.
the euphoric haze lingered as you came down, barely aware of your constant trembling and the roar johnny let out as he filled you, unable to hold back with you clenching around him so tightly.
he collapsed heavily next to you with a groan, his breath hitting your face as you watched him smile hazily, eyes barely open as he watched you back, the love filled look undeniable.
content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))
notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one i’m afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI
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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didn’t care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remus’ notes later on.
you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remus’ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.
he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time he’s satiated.
clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.
you shifted, trying to turn away from barty’s leering when you felt remus’ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.
looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.
“remmy?” you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.
you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.
“can you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,” he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.
“mine,” he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remus’ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.
his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.
struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remus’ arm, praying that he’d be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.
“i want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘i understand’ when he gave you a look.
you met barty’s wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.
you collapsed back into remus’ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.
you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that they’d all caught on to the depraved act you’d just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.
quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.
you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boy’s dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.
you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.
already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.
“oh- remmy, please,”
“shh, i know,” he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, “need to feel your mouth on me, baby.”
you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.
he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.
dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.
“oh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,” his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.
he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.
“shit- good girl, you can swallow now,”
you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.
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you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each other’s bodies was satiated for a moment.
he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as they’d be coming from quidditch practice.
you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.
“strip and get on the bed,” he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.
you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.
he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.
his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.
"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.
"yellow for slow, red for stop,"
"good girl, now lie back for me,"
once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.
satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.
slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.
you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.
“no, no please-, i was good! no-,”
remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.
“you’re creaming f’me already, baby? i don’t even have to try and your cunts all messy,”
tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.
“shh, it’s okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, ‘kay?”
you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.
he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.
you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.
you screamed when he didn’t stop, gushing around his cock as you’re immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.
he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.
you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.
“this pretty cunt is mine,” he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remus’ mouth.
you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.
you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.
“i know, i know, bunny. doing so well, that’s it, sweet thing,”
you’re a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.
you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.
“are you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?” remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.
snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.
james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.
sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.
“you okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,” he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.
unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, “she’s juusst fine, aren’t ya, sweet thing?”
you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.
sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.
remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.
“easy now, she’s tired,”
“she feels so good,” james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.
you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking that’s what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.
“please?” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“okay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,”
sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.
you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.
you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at sirius’ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.
“good girl, taking siri so well,”
“yeah, she’s so good- more please- oh,”
sirius’ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.
james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, “there you go, feeling good, baby?”
you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.
sirius’ cock twitched in your mouth when remus’ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to sirius’ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.
“fuck- rem i can’t- cant take both,”
“yes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?”
sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remus’ shoulder.
sirius’ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didn’t last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remus’ fingers inside too much at once.
whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remus’ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthrope’s fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boy’s cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.
you brought a shaky hand up to sirius’ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.
the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.
your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didn’t care, you weren’t even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of james’ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.
“you’re so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, m’so close- oh,”
remus knelt down beside you, taking sirius’ place as he murmured to you, “being so good f’me, darling. just one more and you’re mine again. cum on jamie’s cock for me and i’ll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.”
you instantly fell apart, nails digging into sirius’ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried he’d broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that he’s worth.
you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyone’s cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.
using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remus’ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, “mine.”
he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.
you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, “what triggered that then?”
you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the former’s large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.
“junior was leering at her,” he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, “he wanted to touch her.”
“we can deal with it tomorrow,”
“yeah moony, let’s just look after our girl for now,”
remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.
“it’s my turn again, sweet girl,”
despite being so worn out, you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.
you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.
for my anon asking about joaquin torres, i’m actually not up to date on marvel stuff atm (boo), and haven’t watched anything since thor 4 😬. i will keep this in mind and hopefully get around to watching it but i just wanted to warn you!!
content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))
notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one i’m afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI
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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didn’t care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remus’ notes later on.
you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remus’ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.
he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time he’s satiated.
clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.
you shifted, trying to turn away from barty’s leering when you felt remus’ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.
looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.
“remmy?” you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.
you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.
“can you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,” he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.
“mine,” he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remus’ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.
his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.
struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remus’ arm, praying that he’d be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.
“i want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘i understand’ when he gave you a look.
you met barty’s wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.
you collapsed back into remus’ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.
you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that they’d all caught on to the depraved act you’d just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.
quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.
you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boy’s dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.
you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.
already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.
“oh- remmy, please,”
“shh, i know,” he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, “need to feel your mouth on me, baby.”
you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.
he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.
dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.
“oh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,” his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.
he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.
“shit- good girl, you can swallow now,”
you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.
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you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each other’s bodies was satiated for a moment.
he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as they’d be coming from quidditch practice.
you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.
“strip and get on the bed,” he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.
you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.
he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.
his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.
"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.
"yellow for slow, red for stop,"
"good girl, now lie back for me,"
once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.
satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.
slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.
you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.
“no, no please-, i was good! no-,”
remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.
“you’re creaming f’me already, baby? i don’t even have to try and your cunts all messy,”
tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.
“shh, it’s okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, ‘kay?”
you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.
he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.
you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.
you screamed when he didn’t stop, gushing around his cock as you’re immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.
he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.
you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.
“this pretty cunt is mine,” he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remus’ mouth.
you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.
you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.
“i know, i know, bunny. doing so well, that’s it, sweet thing,”
you’re a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.
you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.
“are you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?” remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.
snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.
james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.
sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.
“you okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,” he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.
unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, “she’s juusst fine, aren’t ya, sweet thing?”
you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.
sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.
remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.
“easy now, she’s tired,”
“she feels so good,” james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.
you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking that’s what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.
“please?” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“okay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,”
sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.
you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.
you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at sirius’ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.
“good girl, taking siri so well,”
“yeah, she’s so good- more please- oh,”
sirius’ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.
james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, “there you go, feeling good, baby?”
you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.
sirius’ cock twitched in your mouth when remus’ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to sirius’ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.
“fuck- rem i can’t- cant take both,”
“yes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?”
sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remus’ shoulder.
sirius’ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didn’t last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remus’ fingers inside too much at once.
whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remus’ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthrope’s fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boy’s cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.
you brought a shaky hand up to sirius’ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.
the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.
your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didn’t care, you weren’t even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of james’ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.
“you’re so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, m’so close- oh,”
remus knelt down beside you, taking sirius’ place as he murmured to you, “being so good f’me, darling. just one more and you’re mine again. cum on jamie’s cock for me and i’ll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.”
you instantly fell apart, nails digging into sirius’ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried he’d broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that he’s worth.
you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyone’s cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.
using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remus’ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, “mine.”
he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.
you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, “what triggered that then?”
you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the former’s large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.
“junior was leering at her,” he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, “he wanted to touch her.”
“we can deal with it tomorrow,”
“yeah moony, let’s just look after our girl for now,”
remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.
“it’s my turn again, sweet girl,”
despite being so worn out, you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.
you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.
You and Clark discover that a new relationship comes with some sexual novelties (and he loves you a lot for all of them). fem, 2k
cw dorky messy sex, slight rough/overwhelm, slight fem ejaculation, pet names
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Sex with Clark is still new enough to wish he’d turn the lights off. Laying between your thighs, Clark pulls at the waistband of your panties almost unthinkingly, a big hand spread over your stomach drawing heat, his face properly angled so as to have you setting the pace —you can’t escape his gaze. You could shake with nerves beneath him. You probably are a bit trembly, needy the longer he touches without touching, nudging at his nose to try and force the lead.
Clark sighs a kiss into your mouth, teeth clicking your own before he’s murmuring apologies against your neck. He kisses warm into the skin beneath your ear, says, “Up, up,” in the shell of it.
You acquiesce, lifting your hips.
Clark gets his fingers into your panties and pulls them down. Makes a little punched out breath when he sees your cunt nestled into that soft apex of your thighs, far worse than the way he’d smiled when he’d stripped you out of your shirt between kisses and found your bralette. Purely for his benefit, silky and light pink. He doesn’t seem to realise his pink bias; he goes half-insane when presented with softer colours. He’s the same with lavender.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he mumbles, slipping your panties off of an ankle. His hands are strong, grabbing at your thighs to nudge them apart, spreading you open and vulnerable in the middle of the bed like it isn’t your entire cunt on display.
You pull your thighs together some and sigh when he coos.
“Sooo pretty,” he says, nudging your legs apart again, unworried. He shouldn’t be worried. The last time you’d been like this, he’d pulled your legs over his shoulders and made you cum so hard you cried. He acts like you’re too pretty to waste. “Hey, you’re…”
You squirm as his thumb glances up your cunt, wet petal folds slick to the touch.
“Please, Clark.”
He doesn’t mind that you can’t bring yourself to talk beyond a whisper. “What do you want?” he asks, already climbing onto his knees to pull down his boxers.
You squirm again as he unveils his cock, weepy head red and rigid where he grasps at it with his hand. He’s so rough with himself it startles you, that tugging grasp and the subsequent squeeze of his own fist.
“Fuck me, please.”
“With enthusiasm?” he asks, and there’s his gentleness cropping through.
“Please, please.” You grab at his chest, tug at his hips. “Do you want me to– I can suck you off–”
He goes pink as a proper gentleman, leaning down to kiss you again. “Maybe later,” he says into your mouth.
Things are slick and easy for a bit. Clark touches kindly, easing his cock into you like he’s worried you can’t take it, like you don’t take it, murmuring little praises to you with just a hint of smugness under the surface. He loves watching your eyes flutter, listens closely for every shaky breath. You beg for him to change the angle, mumbling, “Ah, that’s– that way– that– yep, yeah, yes,” and he dedicates himself to finding the worst too-much part of you to fuck against as he drapes himself over your whole body. He lets his weight rest on you as he finds your mouth. It’s a heartache of a kiss with his tongue skirting wet against yours, his hand drifting under your thigh to fix you into place.
It feels amazing until it’s too close. Clark sets a slow pace but you ask him to go deeper, deadset on hearing him whimper, so he climbs off of you and pulls the backs of your thighs over the broad fronts of his own. His rutting falters as you lift your hips to meet it, clenching your cunt around him —he groans, pained, and takes your back into his hands, fingers spreading under your weight, if he feels any weight at all. “Fuck, just like that. Squeeze my cock, honey. There you go, fuck–”
He sounds like he could cry. Your hand creeps to your clit, finding it sensitive and aching through wetness.
“You wanna cum?” he asks. You love how he asks, no play on salaciousness, but pure loving guarantee. If you say yeah, he’s gonna get you there, and quickly.
“No, no, draw it out–”
“Sure, honey.”
You spread your thighs over his and he gets the hint to come down and kiss you again. Which turns to you mumbling, “Harder,” into his mouth, which turns to you keening on every exhale as he listens. He doesn’t have to get rough for it to feel–
It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel exactly as it usually does. You’re so wet and pliant that he’s fucking into little resistance, and he’s so big that it’s shocking a pleased moan from you every time he bottoms out.
“Ah– ah, wait,” you say, startled.
“Real?” he asks. Does he genuinely have to wait?
Clark is used to you getting overwhelmed, your hand shoved between two bodies when the last thing you actually want is for him to stop, so he slows down and he asks.
“Feels weird–”
“Bad weird?”
“No, no, just– touch me?”
You don’t cum, but something happens as he ruts into you, then, heat like you’ve cum under your own touching. He pulls out and a wet trickle follows.
You gasp in half-pleasure and squirm up away from his cock as Clark shoves his shirt under your ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he mumbles.
“I’m sorry!” You have the sense to know he doesn’t care even as your body flushes top to toe, “Fuck, I didn’t mean to–”
“Can I keep going?” he asks.
“What if I–”
“I don’t mind, are you still close?”
You nod hazily as he slips his cock back into you. The noise is palpable now. Soaked as he starts a slow grind.
“Clark,” you whisper, not sure what you want from him.
“I know. Let me touch you.”
“You liked it.”
He grins down at you, both your eyes still open as he takes a kiss. “Yep,” he says into your teeth.
You wrap him in a hug and submit to your fate: if Clark keeps fucking you like this you’re gonna cum, but you’re probably gonna make a worse mess, too, and you try to warn him, can’t think of the word, whining in a panic that isn’t truly panic as he fucks into your soft spot. It doesn’t hurt, Clark never does, but it yanks all the air out of you and leaves you desperate for something, but you don’t wanna cum, catching his hand where it falls to your cunt to stop him from pushing you over the edge too soon.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
You sound teary and pleased.
“Yeah? Come on, honey, you can finish,” he says, like you’re hurting and he’s gonna fix it.
You sit up on your elbows before you can sweat to death, meeting Clark for a slower kiss. He slows his pace to match. His cock butts up inside you and stays a shade too deep. “Don’t worry about the mess,” he mumbles, thumb flicking without thinking over the bud of one of your nipples.
“Ah–”
He dips down to kiss it. Pulls it into his mouth and licks wetly in a circle. His spit strings from his lip.
You wipe it off.
“You’re gonna have to–” You shake your head. “Need it fast. And–”
“I know what to do,” he says, wrapping a lithe arm behind you. “I can do it, sweet girl, just– you stay right here,” he says, pushing your face into his neck. “Got you.”
He does need to get rough to get you there. You’re surprised he doesn’t cramp up or flag, then remember what you’re thinking and end up sniffling into his skin with a laugh. Clark gets all breathless and you know he’s gonna cum if you’re not ready. You cling to his upper arms and let him smack against you, shuffling you ever so slightly up the bed, thump-thump and pleasure and the coil curling tighter and the ache when you can’t get there.
“Fuck,” Clark says, moaning like he knows the sound makes you dizzy behind the eyes, “oh, fuck,” —he hardly ever swears like this when he’s not buried to the hilt in your cunt, wet in his pubes and sticky on your thighs— “there you are, that’s my girl, that’s–”
He shudders but doesn’t cum, his hand slipping suddenly between your bodies to touch you again. Three finger-pads to your clit to rub admittedly clumsy circles with enough vigour to lock your hips up, and then he fucks you like a whip snap and your climax finally hits.
You press your face so hard into his shoulder a normal man would likely bruise, breathless and gasping as he moans your name and cums between little clenches of your cunt, like he tripped into it. Didn’t mean to finish.
“Did I pee everywhere?” you ask, giggly and shame-faced as he rubs your chest.
“Nah. You’re just wet.”
“Promise?”
He pulls his cock from you to give it a few wince-inducing tugs, stripping the wet and cum from it in a white mess that collects in the curve between his thumb and pointer finger. He wipes it on the shirt under your ass and thighs. “Fucked you too hard in the wrong place.”
“It felt nice.”
“It did,” he says, pulling your legs down flat to rub at the tops of them. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He bends over you for a kiss. “So beautiful.”
“Can we go again?”
He nods into the kiss, turning his head to give you a softer one from the opposite angle. “Yeah, just– give me a minute. I think you took everything I had.”
You rub his shoulders in that quick up and down he seems to love, watching him relax with the pressure.
“Handsome,” you say under your breath. “Hey, you sound good. I love you.”
Clark could take a bite out of you, you think, when he looks at you like that, but he’s the last man on earth who’d ever dig his teeth in for more than a hickey. “Don’t start that,” he says, grinning, palming at his cock. He’s half hard already.
“Love you,” you say.
His cock twitches.
He doesn’t seem to notice what you noticed, just takes a deep breath as he wipes precum from the tip of his cock and rubs it down his length.
“I love you, too,” he says. “What do you wanna do, honey? Wanna be on top?”
“If you fuck up into me.”
“Well, yeah,” he says, his voice weak and needy and pleased, “you can just sit in my lap, take it, okay? But let’s make sure I didn’t hurt you first.”
You laugh as he crawls back and drops onto his elbows. “Clark, you don’t have to.”
“She’s hurting, look,” he mumbles, a little shy and a lot teasing, “let me kiss it better.”
