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Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader,
Word Count: 1,903
Warnings: language, Draco’s an ass (surprise)
Request: “Can you write a fic where draco is asked by a professor to tutor a fellow student but he falls for her? Thank you and I absolutely LOVE your work!!”
A/N: This is just the first part of what will likely end up being a 3-4 part-er! Hope it’s intriguinggg :) Also this is clearly a sort of alternate universe in which there’s no war, no Slughorn, and Snape still teaches the N.E.W.T.s class
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With an exasperated sigh, you shoved the cauldron away from you, pulling your hand back as it spilled and destroyed the table beneath it.
“Oh, come on!” you hissed, more colorful words longing to leave your mouth.
“Y/L/N? I don’t recall instructing to burn through the table,” Snape sneered, coming to stop at your table as he swept through the room. Snickers could be heard from the other side of the room, and you seethed in your chair.
A Slytherin who couldn’t make a simple decaying drought to save her life.
A Slytherin who seemed to be in the wrong place in Potions.
“It was an accident, sir,” you breathed, forcing yourself to bite your tongue.
“I should hope so. This is your,” Snape paused and thought for a moment. “fourth try? Is it not?”
“It is,” you said through clenched teeth. It seemed his House favoritism only extended to those who excelled in his class.
“How you managed to scrape an O and squeeze into my N.E.W.T.S class I’ll never understand,” Snape shook his head, his voice drawling.
“Me neither, Professor,” you said–really, it had been luck. The potions you had been tested on you just happened to be actually decent at, that, paired with intensive studying and an aptitude for testing, you’d scraped an O.
“Malfoy!” Snape suddenly barked out, causing you to jump.
“Sir?” he called from the other side of the room–the side from which the snickers sounded.
“Come and help Ms. Y/L/N before she burns through this very floor,” Snape sneered before, thankfully, whisking away to another table.
Draco then began packing his things into his bag, and seconds later, was sliding into the seat next to you, his smoldering pine-like scent filling the air, making your head spin.
“Sweet Salazar, what the bloody hell did you do?” Draco laughed, peering into the cauldron.
“Evidently not the right thing,” you grumped, struggling not to enjoy the light sound of his laughter as it was at your expense.
“Clearly; I mean, I’ve seen mistakes, but that is just embarrassing,” he scoffed. Shocked at his blunt curtness, you were stunned silent.
“Scourgify,” he said, and with a wave of his wand, your cauldron was cleared of the bubbling goop you’d managed.
“Y/N? Right?” he asked, pulling out his scale and setting it on the table.
“That’s right, only been in the same house for 6 years,” you said scornfully.
“There’s a lot of people in Slytherin, can’t expect me to know everyone’s name,” Draco shrugged, looking unbothered. You just rolled your eyes at him, not wanting to speak with him any more than necessary.
“Here, split these vertically,” he said, pushing a pile of caterpillars at you. Pulling your onyx blade from your bag, you did as he asked. “If you can manage that without fucking it up.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” you sneered at him, narrowly avoiding slicing open your finger as your hands shook with anger. “I did manage to get into this class, you know. I’m not completely helpless.”
“I’ve no idea how. Longbottom could do better than that mess.” he sneered.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” you hissed.
“Whew, language, Y/L/N,” he grinned. Rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth, you resolved to silence for the rest of the class unless absolutely necessary. The next few minutes were quiet work, Draco pausing to give you instructions every few minutes, his long fingers working quickly. And before you knew it, it was over; the massive bell reverberating throughout the castle, signaling the next period.
“Alright, that’ll be the bell. We’ll pick back up here tomorrow. Leave your cauldrons. I’ll deal with them,” Snape commanded. At his words, Draco began packing quickly, looking back at Zabini, who seemed to be mouthing something at him.
“What?” Draco said quietly, leaning forward and looking intently at Blaise, evidently trying to read his lips.
“See you tomorrow, then,” you said, turning to him. But Draco was already halfway across the room, having left without a second glance. Stung, but knowing you were ridiculous for expecting any less, you shook your head at yourself and quickly left the room, your emerald-lined robes billowing behind you in your haste.
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Back in the dungeons the next day, your foot anxiously jumped up and down, dreading Draco’s comments about your ineptitude with this potion, and dreading Snape’s snide remarks. You watched him as he jostled Crabbe across the room, grinning about something. His pearly teeth gleamed against his pale skin, lit sparingly by the fire bubbling beneath the cauldron in front of him.
“Wands away, Goyle,” Snape snapped, pulling your attention from Draco. The paper airplane Goyle had been supporting with his wand fell pathetically, and with a wave of his own, Snape set it ablaze and it disappeared in seconds. “Well, go on—no need to wait for instructions. I gave them at the end of last class. Get your cauldrons and get to work.”
Draco rose from his spot next to Blaise and strutted his way over to your table, smirking as he did so.
“Hello,” he said, almost politely.
“Er, hi,” you said cautiously.
“Didn’t manage to develop some actual talent overnight, did you?” he sneered, pulling out his things.
“Not really. Didn’t manage to develop some decency either, I see,” you tossed back–determined not to let him get at you again. Sure, he was a Slytherin, but he wasn’t the only one.
“Ooh, touchy today, are we?” he grinned spitefully.
“Just tell me what to do,” you spat, wanting to get the class over with.
“How very submissive of you, I do like that in a girl,” he said thoughtfully, winking at you.
“Godric, you’re an ass,” you breathed. “If you’re looking for submission, perhaps you should go back to your goons; I’m sure the both of them are utterly lost without you. Or Pansy, I know the simpering slag could think of nothing better than being bossed around by you all day. Personally, I can’t think of a more proper hell, but we all have our differences, I suppose.”
“I think you just managed to insult four people at once,” Draco said, looking thoughtful.
“I’m pleased you can count. Now, what am I supposed to do?” you sneered, crossing your arms.
“Whatever I say, love,” he grinned, winking. “Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times.”
“Alright,” you said, taking the pile of seedlings from him. His pale hand stopped yours and held it still.
“Ah, ah,” he chided, shaking his platinum blonde head at you. “Repeat it back to me.”
“What?” you scoffed, incredulous.
“Repeat what I said back to me; should I say it slower?” he said, cocking his head to the side. You were so angry, a hysterical laugh bubbled from your lips; your chest positively on fire with anger.
Seconds from exploding, you saw the knowing smile growing on his face and closed your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, willing yourself not to take his bait. A surely insane smile on your face, you opened your eyes.
“Chop these up, finely, and stir them into the potion, stirring counterclockwise five times,” you repeated word for word.
“Excellent, you might have hope yet,” Draco taunted, meeting eyes with Blaise from across the room and grinning.
Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin, what a complete and utter sodding wanker. It’s no wonder the little shit didn’t have any true friends; who the hell could stand him? Catching your friend’s eyes from her seat across the room, you mimicked stabbing yourself in the throat with your knife, earning a snicker from her. The little interaction with a friendly face calmed you immensely.
“Now what?” you asked, turning to Draco and steeling yourself for another smart remark.
“The last step. I’ve ground up the moth wings already,” he said, standing to tip a container of fine, shimmering dust into the cauldron. With a whoosh, it turned an inky blue, and he smiled. It was rather nice, his smile. He was almost handsome–alright, he was downright gorgeous–when he wasn’t being an absolute prick.
“Staring, Y/N?” he grinned, his grey eyes flitting to yours and winking. A flush of embarrassment flooded your face, and you dropped his steely gaze, your silence answer enough.
“S’Alright, if I saw me, I might stare as well,” he shrugged, grinning cockily at you.
“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, seconds before Snape appeared soundlessly behind you.
“Ah, much better, excellent, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape praised suddenly, causing you to jump slightly.
“Thank you, sir,” Draco simpered, smirking proudly. Several sets of eyes rolled around the room, and you found comfort in that you weren’t the only one he caused to do this.
“Do you see how it’s an inky blue? How it’s not corrosive? How it isn’t burning through the table?” Snape snided, turning to you with a malicious glint in his eye.
“Yes.” you seethed through clenched teeth, unable to trust yourself to not mouth off if you opened your jaw.
“So, what did you do wrong? What catastrophic mistake did you make to produce the most abysmal potion I’ve yet to see in my N.E.W.T.S class?” he asked, eyes alight in your anger.
You could feel every eye in the room on you, and to your complete horror, you felt angry tears pricking at your eyes. Blinking rapidly, determined not to show such weakness, you tilted your chin up and glared into the blank, black eyes before you.
“It was the moth dust, sir. It wasn’t ground fine enough, and she only stirred 3 times,” Draco answered for you. Despite your shock, you held your ground and glared up into Snape’s eyes.
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I believe I asked Y/N. If she can’t make a proper decaying drought, I should hope she’s at least intelligent enough to recognize her mistakes,” Snape said, his voice icy.
“If I knew my mistakes, sir, I wouldn’t make them. Would I?” you seethed, unable to hold it back any longer. As if you were going to let Draco Malfoy protect you. Surprised hisses and gasps sounded throughout the classroom, and you knew you’d fucked up.
“Detention. 3 days. With Filch,” he sneered, getting closer to you as he spoke, daring you to say anything else.
“Delightful,” you quipped back, a fake smile on your face.
“And 10 points from Slytherin for cheek. Making me take points from my own house, disgraceful,” and with a billowing wave of his cloak–he was heading back up to the front of the room.
“Tuesday, we will begin working on a lovely, tricky little potion known as Felix Felicis; you’ll be in partners,” he said, looking around the room before stopping on a pair of tittering Ravenclaws, “And I’ll be choosing the partners.”
The small class visibly deflated at the prospect of Snape choosing partners, causing Snape to grin lightly, and with that ominous note, he ended the class.
Desperate to get away, you left everything on your desk, only ensuring you had your bag before racing from the room, the frustrated tears falling freely now.
“Y/N!” you thought you heard Draco call–but surely you were mistaken, unless he wanted to further embarrass you or rub it in. Before he could do either, you burst into the girl’s restroom and out of sight.
since this isn’t my primary blog, i no longer have messages, when i comment on others blogs i’m not glossymalfoy but glossydols.
and i’m not sure if this is it, but ever since i got my messages taken away—other blogs haven’t been getting notified whenever i post/tag them. i could be shadow banned but i’m really not sure.
i started this account not knowing it wouldn’t be my primary (if that makes sense?) ive tried searching up ways to just get this blog (glossy malfoy) by itself without being connected to anything else, but have failed to find anything that could work.
if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know by commenting/reposting <3
George and a hand kink!!! Maybe he’s fixing something that broke during a prank and he gets really concentrated and his hands are flexing and he doesn’t notice the stares until reader makes a sound/says something
warnings/content: george weasley x fem!reader, daddy kink, hand kink, porn link, mention (if even that) of a threesome
“It shouldn’t take too long, darling. I just have a few more things to tweak and then I can come to bed, yeah?” The rest of his dormmates are gone, including Fred, for reasons unknown, but you’re not complaining, as you’re about to receive some much-needed alone time with the boy.
“Can’t you just wave your hand and... magic the problem away? ‘Ve seen you do that loads of times with Freddie.” You mewl, lips pulling into a disgruntled pout as you turn on your side, burying your cheek into the soft fabric of his pillowcase.
“I wish, but it’s such a small toy that if I mess anything up, I’d have to start all over again.” Peering up, you’ve noticed that George’s tongue has slipped out, peeking out between the cushions of his lips as he concentrates heavily on the device in front of him.
Although the lighting is dim, it’s easy to see the prominent appearance of the veins running along the back of his large hand, to see the way his deft fingers pinch around the pliers he’s using, and to see the way his knuckles shift when he turns the little object around in his hands.
However, it’s not easy to refrain from saying something, knowing George has had a longer day than usual and most likely just wishes to curl up beside you and hold you to his chest rather than fuck you over like you want.
You shift in your spot atop his mattress, endeavoring to find a perfect spot that allows the desired amount of friction to dull the buzz in your abdomen. But the only thing that seems to happen with such is the increase of arousal, which is panging up and down your spine like a comedic form of pinball.
“Georgie?” You query, although his name comes out as more of a pathetic drawl than an innocent inquiry.
“Yes, poppet?” The ginger responds, spinning the toy in his hands as if to check for other issues.
“Are you almost done?”
“Be patient, now, baby, ‘m almost done. I know y’wanna cuddle, but I promised Freddie I would get it done.” He muses in response, chewing contemplatively on his bottom lip as he searched for more potential defects.
Another glance at his digits have you spiraling; the simple view of them has complete control of your mind is now dunking into a swirl of lewd possibilities. You want desperately for him to work you over with them, for him to carve bruises into your hips while he works you over and then back again.
“But I don’t wanna cuddle.” You quip, no intentions of being deceitful but you’re unaware of how else is best to do this.
“You don’t wanna cuddle?” You observe as the redhead’s lips downturn in a somber frown. “Y’mad or something? You love cuddling, baby.”
“I want your fingers.” You blurt, having no previous intentions of being so blunt, but you can’t help it, especially with the way he’s flexing said hands at the moment.
“Y’want my fingers?” The question comes out in a soft bark of laughter as George puts down the object, satisfied with the fact that there are, indeed, no more defaults.
“Please, Daddy.” The pet name slips off your tongue before you can manage to catch it, your legs naturally parting to give him a wide view of your slick heat.
“You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?” George gasps, pulling himself out of the chair that sits in front of his desk so he can sit down beside you on the mattress. His large hands splay over the insides of your bare thigh, dragging up and down the expanse of them in an attempt to smooth you.
You nod, bottom lip jutting out in a compliant show of your obedience before his left hand finds the apex of your thigh, then the dip of your pelvis, and then your pussy. His palm is splayed over your mound while his thumb drags over the hypersensitive hood of your clit.
“Alright, baby, gonna make you feel good, yeah? I’m sorry f’making you wait, darling. I had no idea!” As much as George claims to be a hard dominant, he’s very soft, often complying with your every request.
The ginger moves wordlessly, crawling up onto his bed, nudging you up into a seated position yourself so he can slip behind you. His t-shirt clad back colliding with the plethora of pillows behind him as he draws you close, your back to his firm chest.
You’re already bare, having stripped down to your shirt and knickers before crawling into the bed, and before complaining to George of your arousal, you had discreetly slipped the silken material down your legs.
George nudges you forward just a tad so he has easier access in slipping off his old t-shirt from your body before throwing the soft material off the side of his bed. “Open up, m’love.” He coos quietly, prompting your legs to spread slowly as you find comfort against his chest once again.
He spits against the fingers of his left hand, giving him some lubrication as he brings those fingers to drag slow, soft circles against the pert buttons of your nipples. You jolt with a quiet whine, back twitching to arch away from his abdomen.
“Y’like my fingers, baby?” George lilts in your ear as his other hand, his right hand drags down your torso, catching slightly on your navel before he teases soft circles against your clit.
You pull your ankles over his calves, forcing your thighs wider for him as he drags the pad of his middle finger over your stiff bundle of nerves. “You’re so reactive,” Your boyfriend purs, the corners of his lips lilting up with a taunting joy as he flicks over your clit.
“Daddy,” You drawl, annoyed with his teasing as you turn your head, nosing over the hallow under the sharp slope of his jaw. “Want your fingers so bad.”
“I know, and Daddy’s so proud of you for being so patient earlier, but now I need you t’be patient again cause Daddy’s tired, yeah? Daddy just wants his fun.”
Your hips twitch at his words as he drags his fingernail over the engorged tip of your bundle of nerves, and you cry out with desperation for more.
“No complaining, doll.” George snips, almost angrily as his left fingers leave your breasts to wind around your jugular. He gives your throat a tentative squeeze, not applying too much pressure as to not get you wound up too tightly just yet. “’M being nice already giving you my fingers when ‘m tired. Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you!” You croon, tears pricking at your ears as George presses his lips to the shell of your ear, cooing quietly. “Good job, bunny. I always knew you were a good girl f’me, yeah? My best girl. No one can take Daddy’s fingers like you can, poppet.”
You mewl as he teases at your entrance, gathering arousal on the pad of his middle finger before he travels upward again, drawing figure-eights against the taught muscle.
“I-Inside.” You gasp, your hand shooting up to encircle his wrist to anchor yourself as he prods at your entrance once more, patronizing you for all your worth.
“Y’want my fingers inside, baby? Want Daddy’s long fingers inside you?”
You do your best to nod despite the restraint around your throat, your boyfriend finally complying with your wishes and sinking both his middle and ring finger inside your cunt.
You allow a crooning cry slip from your tongue, your tone of voice lilting up as his fingers quickly find your g-spot with no difficulty at all. “Oh, Daddy!” You gasp, your grip on his wrist growing together as he slowly pumps the digits in and out of your pussy.
“Good girl, taking my fingers. Good job, baby. Thank you for using your words and asking me for them. You’re doing so well, poppet.”
Even without intention, the roughness of his palm drags against your clit with each small movement as his fingers curl, scissor, do tricks inside the warmth of your cunt until the words you wish to say are sizzling out on your tongue. “Feels so good.” Your moan comes out in a breathy manner as you attempt to regulate the amount of oxygen filtering through your lungs.
It’s not as easy as you previously thought.
You grind subconsciously onto his large hand, forcing more pressure against your clit and his fingers to find deeper depths inside your pussy, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your cervix. It’s not difficult, considering the sheer length of his digits, but it still has stars parading along the dark canvas of your closed lids, euphoria dancing around your abdomen until you’re forced to audibly tell your boyfriend of such.
“Wanna cum, Daddy. Can I cum, please, can I cum?” You plead, fully aware of how pathetic, you sound, but negating all worries that come with such.
Although one hand is hooked around George’s wrist, your other is pinching dutifully at your nipples, shooting pangs of exaltation down your spine so that it can pool along with the rest of your arousal.
“You’re my good girl, of course, y’can come.” George beams, his grip around your jugular suddenly constricting with so much force you can barely breathe.
But that’s not an issue, for the ecstasy that suddenly hits you, the pleasure that zings out to every available limb, the euphoria that tugs so harshly at your vocal cords that you can’t help but release wanton moans, is so immense that black is biting at the edges of your vision.
George’s fingers are coated as he pulls them out, dragging the two of them over the pulsing ring of your entrance until you’re able to stop twitching and just revel in the soothing massage. “Good girl, baby. Go to the bathroom and then we can go cuddle, hmm? Gonna go wash my hands too.” He pulls you, your complaints falling against deaf ears as he pulls you into a standing position.
The trek to the bathroom is long, despite the fact that George is supporting a majority of your weight, and while you do your business and George is washing his hands, the door to their dormitory bangs open with the appearance of Fred inside the doorframe.
“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.” “Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except…except for the Mudblood.” Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!” Bellatrix hit him across the face: the blow echoed around the room. “If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said. “Blood traitor is next to Mudblood
Can I req something? you know about the subspace one when the marauders love to tease the reader to death and they barely acknowledge that she's already far gone and it takes them two hours to get her back (frustrated, panic and tired) because she refuses to come back unless they continue to fuck her senseless. thanks!
warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, a bit of marlene and lily but nothing sexual, voyeurism, really bad subspace, swearing, daddy!kink, BDSM, overstimulation, penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, mention of being naked in a public area, use of pet names, mention of spanking/bruising
It’s painful if you really think about it, the eighth orgasm that trying to pull from you, but you can barely move, limbs heavy with lethargy.
“C-Can’t. N-No more.” You blubber desperately, reaching down with trembling fingers to anxiously push at Sirius’ navel to get him away. However, your arms are so thick with fatigue that your fingertips merely brush through the soft tufts of hair of his happy trail.
“Don’t complain. You’re lucky to get my cock.” The male sneers, hips pistoning into your own with such a hard pace that the only noises that spill from your lips are short, staccato mewls that are utterly pathetic.
“Hurts. Hurts so bad. C-Can’t cum anymore. Don’t wanna.” But yet you’re not moving, taking every hard thrust against your overworked cunt with appreciative nods of your head.
“Aww, you’re fine. Don’t complain.” Sirius snarks, reaching forward so he can roughly grab at your jaw and force your gaze upon his own. His calloused fingertips are melding bruises into the supple flesh of your mandible, forcing your swollen lips into a pout. “You love it. Now take it like the good little slut that you are and I’ll think about giving you the attention you seem to be so desperate for.”
He drags his palms over the curve of your hips before he pulls your perspiring limbs up, forcing your legs up back so your knees are nearly level with your breasts while he wreaks absolute havoc on your cunt.
“Careful, Pads. You’re going to fucking break her in half if you’re not careful enough.” James breaks away from his intense liplock with Remus, his chest expanding with his deep lungful of hair he’s sucking between swollen lips.
“Sod off.” Sirius groans, readjusting so he’s sitting more of his weight on his calves as he ruts into you, paying close attention to the way your walls are clenching so tightly around him.
The discomfort of overstimulation that is broiling in your abdomen is slowly growing into a pleasure that has you crying out desperately for more. “S-So good. So good, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You like that, you little cock slut? Look at your pretty pussy, puppy. Look at it take my big cock.” Sirius seeths through a clenched jaw, releasing his firm grip on your thighs to curl his hands around your hips and press your thighs closed once more. At this point, he nearly throws your two legs over his left shoulder so he has more control over your figure.
The slight curvature of his hard prick has the mushroom head creating exquisite friction against your g-spot, which, in turn, has dazzling stars doing cartwheels along the ebony expanse of your closed eyelids.
Every hard spasm of your walls around the thick girth of his cock has the boy grunting out obscenities that would make even Remus blush as your back careens off the mattress in a delicate arch.
With the new position, you find that there’s a dull ache that bleeds along the expanse of your spine, but it’s ebbing on the border of euphoria. Your brain is absolute mush as your orgasm edges closer and closer from your periphery while the soft sounds of Remus and James snogging echo in your eardrums.
You allow your irises to make a small appearance as you slowly open your eyes, directing your breathing through your nose so you can maintain your breathing. And that’s when it hits you, a white-hot, final burst of light that flashes in front of your eyes as your climax hits you hard and fast.
You want so badly to watch as James anxiously tangles his slender fingers through Remus’ tangled curls, tugging at them with such desperation that Remus has to drink up every soft mewl that spills from James’ lips.
Their tongues are dancing with an unseen tempo, lips puffy and swollen from how utterly brash and lewd the entire endeavor is in itself. And the sight of it all is nearly enough to anchor you back to your body but not quite.
For you’re drifting off with a soft delicacy, so thick a haze churning in your skull that no matter how many times you blink, you can’t seem to clear the sheening of tears over your irises.
Sirius has spilled inside you, his seed thick and heavy inside your heat as he slides out with a soft sigh, releasing your thighs and allowing them to drop carefully onto the mattress.
“One more.” You gasp as you turn over onto your belly, tightening your shoulders and pressing your cheek further into the bedsheets. You press your shoulder blades together and present your overused cunt to the males as you press your chest down and arch your back. “Daddy want your cock.”
You can hear James detach from Remus with a soft gasp when he traipses over to you, hooking his hands under the bend of your waist and gently flipping you over so you’re seated on your bottom.
Bruises from earlier endeavors that paint your backside are burning angrily and you cry out when you land so suddenly on your bum. “We’re all done, bunny. Remember when you told Sirius that you couldn’t take it anymore? You’re all done, poppet. Good job, m’love!”
Your bottom lashes are growing heavy with the additional weight of impending tears as your bottom lip juts out in a begging pout. “One more. Please, Daddy.”
You go to reach out, to cup his cheek, but James is catching your wrist in his large palm and pulling away. He barely registers the clouds that swim behind your pupils as he smears a soft kiss atop the tip of your nose. “Go to the bathroom, babydoll. Up now, come on.”
You comply, and before they notice, you turn your head so they can’t register the tears that are now streaking down your crimsoning cheekbones as you hobble over to the bathroom.
You go as quickly as possible, trying your very best to ignore the dull throb that zings up your spine when you accidentally brush over your throbbing clit, eliciting a soft cry from your lips.
You stumble over to the water basin and slowly, lethargically wash your hands under the hot stream of water before shutting it off and smearing your hands over the large towel strewn haphazardly across the counter.
“Now can I have your cock?” You raise an expectant brow as you grapple onto any available surface to prevent yourself from toppling over completely while you make your way over to the brunet.
“No, ‘m too tired,” James answers in an honest response, brushing his lips over your temple as he pats softly at your backside, lulling you to pull your arms up so he can slip an old t-shirt over your head.
You want to be a good girl, but he’s not noticing, he’s not understanding how badly you need this. You grab at his broad, muscled shoulders when you nearly keel over with how heavy your legs suddenly are.
When the flimsy, cotton t-shirt is covering your bare figure, you try once again. “Please, Daddy?” But you’re directing your question at Remus, flashing your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
“Sorry, bunny.” Remus chuckles as he slips a fresh pair of boxers over his hips. “Just all got soft. Maybe next time.”
“We literally gave you eight. What kind of needy little cock whore are you?” Sirius snarks as he slips his own t-shirt over his head but nonetheless turns around the bed to pull you into his side and press an endearing kiss atop your ahead. “But good job, pup. Did really well for us tonight.”
You nod blearily, shaking your head with hidden dejection, and slip out from his embrace to go sit down atop James’ mattress, or such is what they think. However, when their backs are turned, your slipping out of the door and padding down the hallway to find the stone steps.
You were deep in subspace but now it’s even worse, especially with the snarky, yet teasing comment Sirius had just thrown in your direction. Sure, he meant well but you weren’t in the right headspace to see such intentions.
You’re long gone before you’re able to hear their curious questions pertaining to your whereabouts as you find yourself in the Gryffindor common room. It’s late at night, nearly two in the morning, and so you find yourself momentarily disoriented as you try and find the entrance up to the girls’ dormitory; your room.
The chill from the stone is biting into the soles of your feet as you slowly, and quietly pad up the steps to find your shared bedroom with Lily and Marlene. You’ve been able to choke back the sobs that have been churning in the back of your throat as you curl your fingers around the brass handle, but now you can’t as you push through the now-open door with a soft cry.
“y/n? Oh, hunny, what’s wrong? Why the tears, m’love?” Lily cooes quietly as she rushes over to your quivering figure, fingers hovering so tentatively around your arms as your back collides with the door and you slide down.
“It hurts so bad!” You blabber through waterlogged lashes, your chest heaving as you swallow shaky lungfuls of air.
“What did they do? Tell me what they did.” Marlene is most definitely not happy, her blonde brows pulled in so tight there are hard lines drawn across her forehead. She’s pissed.
And the sight only brings on another onslaught of heavy tears, as through your degenerative headspace, you think she’s mad at you.
“I’m sorry!” You wail curling your bare legs up to your chest and with a quick glance, Lily can see that you’re completely bare down there.
There’s no way on Godric’s green Earth that you’d ever willingly walk all the way across the common room without any bottoms on in a healthy mindset. And so with such an inkling, she completely sinks to her knees, cradling you to her chest as she speaks quietly with Marlene.
“Don’t be sorry, dove. You’re alright. Tell me what happened.” She coos, pressing a freckled cheek to the top of your head as Marlene squats down to pat endearingly at your bare knee.
Through it all, any bashful secrecy is thrown out the window. “Wanted to be a g-good girl. And they w-wouldn’t let me be one! Couldn’t even make R-Remmy hard. I’m not good enough to make them hard anymore!” You cry, the two girls trying their best to get you away from the wooden door.
“Darling-”
There’s suddenly a combination of fervent knocks against the door, the kind where someone is pounding their fists against the wood rather than delicately knocking as they should.
Lily knows exactly who it is, and so she doesn’t bother getting you to cover up your bottom half as you cry into her shoulder.
When the two females don’t respond, the male behind the door takes it in himself to shoulder in, face a ghostly pallor at your presence.
“Princess.” Sirius rushes over, nearly dropping to his knees at the sight of you.
“Don’t ‘princess’ her.” Marlene nearly snarls, shooting the brunet an angry glare as the other two come stumbling in.
“Daddy.” You whine through your thick tears, pushing feebly away from the ginger’s firm embrace to go tumbling into Sirius’ open arms.
Lily isn’t offended by the act, rather, she’s upset with their sudden entrance and the fact that they’re the reason you were put into such a bad mental state in the first place. “What are you doing here?” She crosses her arms over her chest.
You’re burying yourself further into Sirius’ chest, nosing at the sensitive junction between his neck and clavicle as you attempt to soothe your whimpers. Sirius parts his lips to argue until he hears you sniff audibly before you cry out with the soft brush of his sweatpants over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“She was fine. You know we’d never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable or upset.” Sirius tells the redhead as he rises, holding onto you like a mother koala would carry her infant.
“Bullshit. Because she came to us crying.”
“C’mere, bunny.” Remus sighs softly as he steps closer, and you listen, allowing the lankly male to pull you away from Sirius so you can latch onto him. “You alright, baby? Come back f’me.” He pets at your hair as he finds your bed, trying your best to distract you from the quarrel between Sirius and Lily who are only arguing for your wellbeing, of course.
Remus sits down atop your mattress, pulling you away a little bit so he can get a good view of your visage. “Hi, pretty girl.” He murmurs softly, brushing away the strands of hair that have managed to stick to your face with your hot, waterlogged cheeks.
“Hi, Daddy.” You blubber, sniffling dramatically as you subconsciously jut anxiously against his clothed, muscled thigh. “Am I good, Daddy?”
“So good, dove. Best ever.”
“Why can’t I get you hard anymore?” You blubber anxiously, falling forward so your head is smearing against his clavicle. “‘M not pretty enough.”
“Baby,” Remus gasps softly, encasing your rouging cheeks with his soft palms, which are such a stark comparison to the roughness of his fingertips. “You made me cum twice. Twice! I can’t go more than that, m’love. I can’t take it like you can. My strong, strong girl.”
“Took our cocks so well.” James muses from behind, sponging delicate kisses along your shoulders before traveling up the back of your jugular and then to the back of your ear.
“Sod off, James.” Marlene spits as she sits down beside Remus on the bed. “C’mere, pup. Let me dry your tears now.” She croons and you don’t hesitate to listen, slowly sliding off Remus until your head rests atop the cushion of Marlene’s thighs and your bare calves are left on Remus’ lap.
“No need to cry, pretty girl.” The blonde cooes quietly, brushing the pads of her thumbs over the streaks of tears that have fallen and cleaning your cheeks from the pain that once resided there. “You’re alright.”
“Daddy’s mad.”
“Daddy’s not mad at all, puppy.” Sirius voices from behind you, as apparently he and Lily have finished their argument. “And s’not Daddy anymore, m’love. It’s Sirius, yeah?”
“S-Sirius?” You turn so you’re no longer facing Marlene, but rather Sirius.
“Yes, puppy. Sirius. You did so well for us, baby. Good job. Come back fo’ us, yeah? Come back to me.” He grapples onto your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles before his lips stretch into a simper.
“Please,” James whines quietly, rubbing his palm up and down your palm and squeezing softly at the sore muscle.
“Don’t wanna. Want your cock. One more time. Wanna be a good girl. Please.”
“No, baby.”
Then you’re getting up, scrambling off their laps, and standing up as tears teeter on your eyelids once again. “Please.”
The only person you haven’t attempted to persuade is James and you’re sinking to your knees beside him on the floor, and saddling over his lap (for he’s sitting on his arse), and curling your arms around his neck. “Want your cock just want more time, please, Daddy.”
“It’s James, bubba. You know that.” His hands are steady against your hips as you wind yourself up in him, fingers scratching at the hair at the back of his neck.
It’s been thirty minutes at the boys are beginning to grow worried.
Then the time bleeds into an hour and you’re still whimpering for them to fuck you.
And then it’s two.
Under any normal circumstances, they would comply. But tonight was the night they managed to pull eight orgasms from you, which is something they’ve never been able to do before. They pulled you right over the edge and now they don’t know how to reign you back in.
They have you curled up on Lily’s mattress with an old stuffie between your arms while Remus pets at your hair to calm you down.
Sirius, James, Lily, and Marlene are standing, biting anxiously at their thumbs as they observe your quivering figure with Remus.
They’re exhausted, it’s nearing 4:30 in the morning but they’re not going to bed with the impending risk of sending you to bed with such a mindset. But that’s not an issue because you’re barely tired. You’ve been wired ever since they overworked you, begging for more and it’s not as though they can soothe you.
They’ve offered for you to get them off one more time, to get Lily or Marlene their orgasm, but you want your own. Eight wasn’t enough.
Normally this was strange because when you typically slipped into subspace, you were a babbling mess for their cocks, and now it was your own orgasm.
But then you’re puncturing their timorous stupors when you roll over onto your back, still fingering the fringe of the worn-out stuffed animal, eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. “Remmy?” Your voice is meek as you sit up.
“Yes, darling?” He kisses softly at the inside of your wrist.
“Can we go to bed in your bed now?”
They’re all collectively releasing that big breath that they had been holding for hours as you loop your arms around the freckled boy’s neck and allow him to pull you from the mattress.
“Yes, baby. Of course, we can.”
The walk back to the boy’s dormitory is a silent one, and it takes a couple moments for Remus to pull you away from his torso, but when he does, you’ve changed your mind and now you want to sleep with James.
They don’t argue, knowing you’re still in a delicate state of mind and they only murmur words of appraisal until they know for a fact that you’re deep in sleep.
That’s when James pops that silent bubble (thankfully not waking you) and announcing his opinion on the little wager the three of them have going.
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warnings: degradation, handjobs, choking (on a dick), swearing, fucking, subspace, oral (male!receiving)
“What, sloppy seconds?” James snarks as Sirius pulls out, and it’s not long before the aforementioned male is fisting over his hard cock.
You’re practically thrown over the edge of the mattress, upper torso strewn between Remus’ open thighs as you drag your wrist languidly over his long member.
“Go faster, you filthy little thing,” Remus has his gangly fingers tangled deep in the roots of your hair as he tugs you up to meet his gaze once again. “You wanna suck it again? You want your dirty little mouth to be full again?”
There’s a haze that sheens over your teary eyes, one that blows your pupils out so wide he can barely see the iridescent hue of your irises. You’re nodding, allowing saliva to dribble over the canvas of your lips before the head of his cock is pressing against them and you’re forced to part them to accept the gift.
It’s throbbing against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks to take him in, but it’s so difficult with the way your head is filled with a lustful cloud that renders you... well... stupid with the three boys.
“What can I say? I know how to overwork her holes,” Sirius retorts, a witty grin tugging at his lips as he squats down, running the pad of his thumb over your wrecked entrance before allowing the digit to simply graze over your clit and the simple action has you sobbing around Remus’ cock.
And the action has you gagging, but Remus isn’t going to give you any respite anytime soon. Your palms are pressing against his pubic bone in a desperate effort to pull away, but Remus has a firm hold on the back of your head.
“Fucking whore,” James seeths as he brings his palm down to swat aggressively at your rosy backside, and you’re jolting forward, forcing the lycanthrope’s length further down your jugular until your nose is buried in his happy trail.
“Just three holes for three boys,” Sirius quips as James slowly sheaths himself inside you, after it being used three times over, and you’re practically shrieking at the overstimulation of it all.
Remus is finally allowing you to gasp for air, but you’re still indebted to fist over his throbbing member. Your lungs are burning with the quick intake of oxygen, but they appreciate it nonetheless.
You’re openly sobbing as James sets a hard pace against your slick heat, marking you as his with the bruises he’s pressing into your skin with the rings that adorn his long fingers. Imprints of a stag’s head paint your backside while littered across the inside of your thighs are bruises in the shape of a canine’s pawprint. And now, miniature bruises in the shape of a werewolf are hued in purple and yellow across your jugular.
There comes to be a benefit with the rings the boys bought to taint your flesh and brand you as their own.
“Tell us what you are,” Remus growls lowly, the sound reverberating from his chest as he jolts forward, fingers suddenly encapturing your jaw with a grip so tight you have miniature stars dancing in front of your line of vision.
You’re blabbering incoherently, jutting forward with each snap of James’ hips against your own. Your arse is charry red with the efforts as you blink blearily up at the brunet.
You’re so far gone your tongue is lolling out, your lips turning up in a sated simper. You think he wants you to suck him off again.
“No,” Remus shakes his head, temporarily releasing his hold on you to slap lightly at your cheek. “Try again. What. Are. You?” Anger laces each word that falls from his lips as he shoots you a stern glare.
“Cum slut daddy,” You blabber, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as James sets a faster pace. Every small movement has him prodding deliciously at your cervix, and it’s so pleasurable, that it’s painful. Your eyes flutter shut at the action until they flash open with Remus’ next words.
“Tell me again.”
“I’m a cum slut, daddy.”
“Barely.” Remus snorts. “What else are you, pet?”
“Just some holes for you to use.”
“That’s right,” Remus sneers as he bends down, smearing his lips over the corner of your lips in a display of mockery before he’s forcing you back down his cock.
“C’mon mate, ease up. S’my turn,” Sirius croons in a frustrated manner, and James is huffing with dissatisfaction so his best friend can take over.
With his ministrations, James has lulled you into one more orgasm, but your body is so busy buzzing that rather than being pulled under the forceful tide of euphoria, overstimulation is starting to send painful pangs up your spine.
Maybe they’ll give you a break after a total of five orgasms. But when Remus’ seed is spilling down your throat and you’re forced to swallow, and James’ release is hot and heavy in the dip of your spine, and Sirius is painting your quivering cunt in his semen, you’re lulled to six.
And so they’re not too surprised when they find it tenfold difficult than usual to pull you out of your degenerative headspace.
“Daddy please,” You’re pushing away Remus’ hand as he attempts to dip a warm washcloth between your aching thighs, and you’re shutting them despite his best efforts to pry them open.
“’M not daddy, darling. S’Remus. Now open up f’me. C’mon now, open up.” He tries, and although you’re trying so hard to be good, you can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes at the action.
“No, daddy! I can do one more, promise I can! Look,” Your tongue is making another appearance as you scramble on wobbly limbs to tug at the waistband of James’ boxers.
Their cocks are long-since flaccid, tucked away neatly after having gone to the bathroom to freshen up individually, but through your lust-shrouded gaze, they’re still hard within the constraints of their underwear.
“C’mon, puppy. C’mon now.” Sirius sits down beside you and tugs your fingers away from James’ torso. He then gently pushes you back until your back collides with the mattress. “Time to get you cleaned up. Remus is gonna-”
“Daddy, please!” You blabber through your tears, thwarting away his hands as Sirius pries your aching thighs open to reveal your cunt, which is swollen and overused from hours of action.
Sirius’ seed is still spilling out of you as Remus chuckles, dragging the warm cloth over your mound until your back is careening off the mattress and James has to rush over to soothe you. You’re still evidently still sensitive. “Wow, Pads, you really did a number on her, didn’t you?”
“S’not Padfoot,” You’re musing angrily at Remus as Sirius pulls you up into a standing position to go to the bathroom. “S’daddy,”
“No, it’s not,” Sirius murmurs, latching onto your open palm and aiding in your trek across the room to go the bathroom. You’ve always been very independent - that’s for sure.
They allow you to do your business before aiding in the washing of your hands and face to get rid of any further germs from that night. And then James pulls your hair back into a makeshift ponytail to assure that it won’t get in your face while you slumber and finishes it off with a pink hair tie he stole from Marlene just days prior (he called it a bracelet).
You’re murmuring nonsense the entire time, refusing to admit that any of their names are anything but daddy, and they correct you each time, slowly but surely lulling you back to reality as they dress you.
Tonight, it’s Remus’ turn to sleep with you, and you’re slipping under the cool sheets beside the lanky male and cuddling close to his side.
“Remus?” It’s the first time you’ve used his name since you’ve started.
“Yes, bunny?” Remus’ eyes are closed as he combs his fingers through your hair at a gentle pace.
“Do you love me?”
“Always, my love. Could never stop loving you.”
“What about James and Sirius?”
“Never,” he whispers, leaning down to smooth an endearing kiss along the crown of your head.
“Ever?”
“Nope!” This time it’s James and Sirius, and they interject in harmony.
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“Hi, baby,” James murmurs, attempting desperately to meet your wandering gaze.
“Hi.” You chirp fidgeting anxiously with the fingers in your lap, specifically Remus’ as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Was I good? Good for you?”
“So good, angel. So good.” Sirius croons from behind you, pulling a pair of boxers over his hips as he saddles up behind you. “Took us so well, yeah?”
You shake your head, releasing your hold on Remus’ appendage before your fingers travel up, tugging anxiously at your hair as a lethargic haze shrowds your line of vision and lulls you forward until you’re all but collapsing into James’ embrace. “Just a little toy...” You whisper in your inebriated state, malleable in James’ hold as he pulls you from the mattress. “Just a little plaything...”
“No, you’re not, kitten. You’re so much more than that, hmm? You’re our darling y/n. Come back to us. Come back fo’ me.” James reminds you, Remus darting to the bathroom to draw a warm bath for your aching limbs.
Languid tears dance on the precipice of your eyelids, and you fall forward, forehead smearing against James’ clavicle. “No ‘m not! Just a little cock slut. N-Nothing more...” You pause for a few seconds. “I did good, right? I did good, right daddy?” You turn your head to catch Sirius’ gaze.
“‘M not daddy anymore, poppet. S’just me. S’just Sirius.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of your red-tainted cheeks, lips curling into a pout at your blissful nature.
“Daddy..” You babble, watching as Remus returns from his trip to the bathroom to hook his hands under your armpits and pull you up into his embrace. “Mooonnyyyyyy.......” You sing with laughter, curling your arms around his neck as your head lolls against his muscled shoulder.
Chuckles rumble from the base of your captor’s chest as he dips down, gently placing you in the porcelain basin and crouching down beside you. James enters right behind him, dipping down to sponge his lips across your brow. Warm water is still spilling from the faucet, splashing against your heated limbs and pulling feeble cries from your lips.
“S’too much!” You sob out as the water laps at your overused cunt, and you’re bounding up on trembling legs, attempting (albeit not very well) to escape.
“Shh...” Sirius soothes from behind you, hooking his forearms under your arms once again after he’s slipped off his boxers for the second time that night, and he’s stepping in after you, slipping under your body and seating you across his muscled thighs.
“That’s a good girl..” James praises from his position at the side of the tub, cupping water in his large palm and pouring it over your perspiring hairline. Sirius smooths his own palms over the expanse of your thighs, careful to avoid your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to pull you back to reality.
Remus leaves quietly, only to return moments later with a warm cup of hot cocoa that he manages to coax past your swollen, parted lips.
You’re still babbling incessantly about being the good girl you’ve aspired to be five minutes after, but the boys soothe your woes with gentle kisses along your hairline, and you grow accustomed to the warmth that sinks into your feeble bones.
“Sirius?” You murmur after a few moments of silence, head dropping back so you can meet his gaze. You’re coming back, that much he can tell.
“Yes, angel?” His voice is soft as to not disturb the air of bliss that has settled over the four of you.
“Was I good?”
“So good, darling.” Remus is the one who answers for his friend, massaging circles into the palm of your hand before he presses his lips against your knuckles. “Best I ever had.”
He’s not lying.
You nod, eyes slipping shut as the water begins to cool. Before Sirius can even attempt to get out, James realizes you’ve succumbed to your exhaustion (thankfully) and he bends down to pull you from the tub.
He wraps you up in the fluffiest towel he can find, bringing you back to their dormitory to then dress you up in some spare pieces of clothing he found in his trunk.
They make sure you’re comfortable in Sirius’ bed as he slides in beside you, curling you into his chest as they all find their own mattress and fall asleep themselves.
Don’t worry, they make sure to take turns with which bed you sleep in.
Hi pumpkin I absolutely adore you and your work!! I saw that your requests were open but if they are closed already then please ignore this I don’t want to bother! I was wondering if you could do more of a full fic of Remus smut (marauders era) and having the reader in sub space idk I’m a whore for Remus lupin 🥲 but whatever is up to you if you want to add other characters or anything ! Hope you have a good day!!
warnings/content: Remus x fem!reader, facefucking, fingering, squirting, really bad subspace, use of the word daddy, dom!sub relationship, a little bit of face slapping, mentions of spanking, mentions of puking
“I don’t think you could do it.”
“Really, is that so?” Remus raises a dark brow, almost daring you to say more.
“I mean, I know you’ve gotten me there before but it’s never been that bad. I’m able to come back after a few minutes. Never thought you’d be able to push me so far that you’d need to really need to put some true effort into bringing me back.”
“Are you sure you really want to test that boundary, y/n? This isn’t something that you can just say... and then back out of when you don’t feel like being in subspace anymore. S’a lot more serious than you’re making it out to be.” He shifts forward so he’s bracing his weight through his forearms on his knees.
“I dunno, it’s something that I trust you with,” You start, rising to your feet so you can close the distance between the two of you and sink to your knees, allowing the chill from the wood to nip at your kneecaps as you smear your cheek against the inside of his thigh.
It’s an endearing movement, one that pulls a thoughtful smile to Remus’ lips as he straightens his spine to thumb over your cheeks. His are dimpling with the mere thought of having you so vulnerable under his touch as his thumb dips down to brush over your lips until the tip of it is parting them and it’s delving into the warm cavity of your mouth.
“You want me t’make you all nice ‘n sweet, angel? You wanna be a good girl f’daddy, hmm?”
You’re nodding, cheek melting into his open palm as you suckle at his thumb.
“Gonna warm up your throat, alright? Gonna get you all nice ‘n ready f’my cock and then ‘m gonna fuck your tight lil’ pussy, yeah? Then ‘m gonna spank you until your nice is all nice and red f’me, and then try and work you over a few more times, yeah? With my fingers, you want that?”
You’re nodding excitedly against his palm as he pulls away from your heated cheek so he can hook his hands under your arms and pulling you up so you can sit down beside him on the mattress.
“Open up wider f’me, princess. Lemme see that pretty lil’ mouth of yours, yeah? Gonna use m’fingers to warm up your throat, alright?” You’re obliging, slacking your jaw and lolling out your tongue so Remus can turn your head and spit into onto the rouging muscle.
“There we go, poppet. Nice and slick...” The freckled male brings up his hand then, using his pointer and middle finger to draw circles against the back of your tongue before he’s pushing them further, further into your throat until the tips of his long fingers are prodding against the back of it.
The digits are setting your gag reflex ablaze, and as much as you want to move away, you will the tears pricking at your eyes to dissipate and you relax as Remus’ other hand comes back up to cradle the back of your skull to restrict any and all movement.
“Pretty girl, taking my fingers so well.” Remus hums, wiggling his fingers tentatively to gauge your reaction but when you violently gag, he pulls them away so you don’t end up puking all over his fingers.
“Almost done, almost done.” Remus muses, leaning in to brush his lips against the delicate flesh of your cheekbone before he’s pushing them right back in, but this time farther, the hand on the back of your hand so hard and heavy that you can’t budge but an inch.
“That’s a good slut.” Remus croons as if your actions are but a nonchalant manner about which he can chat idly, and he’s grinning an impish grin as you twitch with tense desperation around his slender digits. “There we go, c’mon, just a few seconds now.”
And then those seconds pass and he’s pulling you off his fingers. “What’s my name?”
“D-Da-”
“I didn’t ask you to stutter. I asked you to say my name.” That mistake has the back of fingers swatting against your right cheek. “Try again.”
“Daddy.”
“There we go!” Your boyfriend praises you, the words falling from his lips being those laced with a patronizing mockery.
Pearls of saliva are slipping from your swollen lips as your tongue drops out once more, desperate for another round.
“You want more?” A short bark of laughter rumbles from his chest as he drags the pads of his fingers over your crimsoning lips, gathering the little droplets of your saliva before he’s going right back in, and this time he’s able to massage diminutive circles against the back of your gullet without igniting your gag reflex. But then he pulls away.
“Wow, look at you, I think you’re all warmed up f’me, bunny. You ready to take m’prick? You wanna have my cock in your mouth?”
With just his fingers Remus can already see the thin glaze of haziness settling over the pretty hues of your twinkling irises and the sight brings a small smile to his lips. “You said ‘m not very good at this kind of thing, hmm?” He raises an eyebrow, lips pursing to refrain from showing you how arrogant this is making him.
You don’t respond, too heavy a fog settling over your ability to form any comprehensible words.
“Alright then, poppet. Get on the mattress. Your throat is all nice ‘n ready for me to use, yeah? Just like you’re just a couple of holes at my disposal.”
Your actions are slow as you oblige, tucking your feet under your body so you can spin around and follow his wishes. It gives Remus enough time to rise from the cushion of the mattress and position himself above your head, which is dipping down and off the edge of the mattress.
From your upside-down position, you can see the bulging tent in his joggers shift while his slender fingers, some still slick with your saliva, untie the knots so he can pull the sweats down.
“Even from here, I can tell how eager you are.” Remus reflects as he dips down, swiftly moving your wandering hand away from your breasts, at which you were about to knead. “No touching. S’not your fucking body to use.”
With even his words, you can feel arousal dampen the lace material of your knickers as the material of his sweatpants disappears from view and you’re met with the crimson checkering of his boxers.
You find yourself drooling at the mere sight of the large bulge in the constricting fabric and your fingers itch upwards, and before Remus can even fathom to chastise you for your bold decision, your fingers are delving under the band of his boxers and tugging anxiously in a desperate attempt to get them off.
“Alright now, paws off. We’ve barely started and you’re already being a needy little slut.” He’s quick in grappling at your wrists and tugging them away before he leans over to splay your palms obediently against your thighs.
The movement in itself has his clothed cock brushing against your cheek and with such a small action, your back is arching off the cool bedsheets. “No moving, poppet. Wanna be good for daddy, don’t you?”
You’re nodding as Remus finally pulls down his boxers, freeing his hard member from its constraints and it’s so painfully hard that when he does so, it slaps angrily against the muscled planes of his abdomen. The tip is an angry red, swollen with the innate need to be touched.
“Alright, bunny. Open up f’me. Lemme see that pretty tongue of yours.”
You listen, your jaw dropping open before your tongue lolls out, your jaw relaxing with just the right amount of slack that at first glance, Remus can see your uvula.
“Good job, m’love. Gonna fuck your throat so well you’re not gonna be able to talk for hours. Then ‘m gonna use your pussy.”
You’re unable to respond because then he’s fisting at the bottom of his cock and adjusting himself so that he’s able to press through your parted, swollen lips and into the open cavity of your mouth.
You make great haste in pressing the brunt of your tongue against the slit of his cock, suckling at it until beads of his precum are bleeding against your tastebuds and the salty taste has you moaning out around his member.
“Keep your hands still.” Remus orders when he sees your hands twitch to touch his muscled thighs.
Your response is garbled as he pushes forward more, his cock heavy on your tongue as you hollow out your cheeks to provide suction. You try your best to keep your jaw as slack as possible, for in the case he wants to have full reign and use your throat as a vesicle for his orgasm.
And he does just that, his hands come down to curl around the sides of your skull to anchor you in your spot while his hips slowly rock into your open mouth. You can feel the tickle of his happy trail against your chin while an excess of spit builds up around your lips and serves as excess lubrication while he fucks into your throat.
“Just a little hole for me to use.” He sneers angrily as if fucking your mouth is something to be angry about, your nose tickling against his balls with every deep thrust into your throat.
Due to the way Remus had his fingers down your throat just moments earlier, it’s a lot easier for you to get a solid handle on your gag reflex, for now, it is but a dull roar.
It’s most definitely pathetic, the way that spit is coating the apples of your cheeks before it slides down to mess up your makeup until thick globules of black are tainting the rims of your eyes.
You can feel the way Remus’ cock twitches on your tongue when he’s close to his release in addition to the tightening of his balls against your cheek when he finally releases his hold on your cheeks and steps back so you can breathe again.
You suck in lungfuls of air as you sputter through tears, turning over so your navel is splayed against the comforter while bringing up the heels of your hands to rid of the excess makeup that resides there.
When you can glance up through bleary eyes at your boyfriend, Merlin is it a sight to see. His chest is heaving with the strenuous effort of sucking in air while his cock, after having been taunted with the mere prospect of an orgasm, stands pert against his belly. It’s a messy crimson, and if you squint your eyes, you can see the lubrication of your saliva coating his prick in a thin sheen.
“Turn around.” Remus’ request is curt as his teeth sink into his bottom lip, and your head is so foggy that you’re nodding, albeit confused.
“Why, Daddy?”
“Cause I said so. Don’t ask questions.” He stalks back over to you, while you flip back onto your back and spin so your legs are dangling off the mattress rather than your head.
“Cause I have a pretty little pussy?” The question is supposed innocent, he’s certain of that much, but the way you’ve brought up your thumb to gnaw at the end is pulling a frown onto his lips.
“Yes, poppet. You do. No chewing on your thumb, please. Here. Take m’fingers, puppy. C’mon now.”
While his cock rests upon your navel he leans forward to slip his tongue into your mouth. He doesn’t speak when he pulls his hips away, using his other hand to nudge aside the fabric of his panties so he can finally slip into your slick heat.
You’re so incredibly far gone that it’s quite humorous how quickly he was able to get you there and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
But he doesn’t need to, with the way your arousal is dripping over his fingers as he sheaths himself inside you, his length so snug between your walls that you’re crying out with need.
“D-Daddy!”
“I got you, princess. Take my cock, why don’t you? Stop talking and take it.” He sneers, reveling in the feeling of your tongue on his thumb while you clench around his member.
“So sensitive already and you’re already making me feel so fucking good, you little cock whore.” Your boyfriend snarks.
His hips snap into your own with such a hard and heavy fervor that you can feel yourself clenching around his member like a vice, tightening so significantly that you feel the intricate grooves of the veins that run along his cock.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Remus’ chastising nature comes out in a playful bark of laughter. “Loosen up. Can barely move.”
A disgruntled response, although unintelligible, slips from your tongue as you comply, allow Remus movement so he can fuck into your pussy. “You’re gone, aren’t you?”
You’re shaking your head with defiance, fingers latching onto his wrist so you can anchor yourself while his tongue stays flat against your tongue. “Not gone, Daddy. Right here.” You garble around the digit.
Remus scoffs in retaliation as the small tufts of hair from his happy trail graze against your belly and although minimal and barely noticeable, it’s driving you mad. It’s as though every nerve ending has been severed and set alight, and every small touch, graze, movement against your flesh is pushing you further and further into that foggy mindset.
You’re so incredibly sensitive, to the point where the head of his cock is merely grazing against your cervix, and although it’s barely there, you can feel thick, hot tears burning against your rouging cheekbones as you take each and every one of his thrusts.
“Filthy girl.” Remus pulls his thumb from the warmth of your mouth for but a second, and you’re crying out with angry desperation, fingers hovering in mid-air to latch back on but he’s not giving you the chance to.
But you’re soothed when his hand comes down around your jugular, his fingers pressing against the pulsating vein that runs beside your trachea with such skill that black dots are dancing around the outline of your vision, growing bigger with each passing second.
“Daddy’s little fuck doll likes to be fucked, doesn’t she? She likes to be under my rule.”
The way he’s rutting into you like you’re a bitch in heat is pulling you closer and closer to that foreboding edge, one that Remus already tiptoeing across the precipice of.
He gives you no warning, that conceivable, telling twitch between your drenched walls before spurts of his hot seed is spilling from his prick. It’s warm as it bleeds along your core, the feeling in itself pulling you off that edge until you’re cascading into the pearling depths of euphoria below.
Milking himself for all he's worth, Remus’ grip on your jugular tightens twofold, the blue hues of the veins in his hands making a sudden appearance as pornograph grunts spill from his lips. Every thrust is hard, so incredibly forceful that you can feel bruises blossoming against the inside of your thighs.
The lycanthrope pulls away, his member growing flaccid with each passing second as he squats down, fingers hooking around the tops of your thighs so he can pull your hips closer to the edge.
Dripping out of your entrance is a mix of both yours and his release, the milky white substance so suddenly appetizing to him that he’s dipping down, the tip of his tongue pushing past your entrance until the salty mixture is melting over his tastebuds as he laps it all up.
The feeling when he prods at your oversensitive clit has you jolting in surprise, while fretful mewls slip off your tongue. “What did I say about moving?” Remus croons as he noses at the swollen button, tonguing at your folds while he brings up a clammy palm to anchor your torso against the mattress.
“C-Can’t-” The sudden stimulation after such torture on your pussy is antagonizing too much, and you’re struggling against his firm hold against your belly.
“Yes, you can. Gonna get you off one more time.”
“Daddy, please. Hurts so bad.”
“Get over it. You can take it.” Remus sneers, standing up and rising to his full height and shifting so he can get a good angle at your side.
“D-Daddy-”
“Say my name right or don’t say it at all. You know how much I fucking hate when you talk like that.”
He delivers a harsh slap against your pussy and you jerk, legs twitching to close once again before he slaps at your mound once again. “What do you have to say yourself?”
“Sorry! Merlin, Daddy, ‘m sorry!” You blubber, streaks of tears coursing down your cheeks as your head becomes so incredibly foggy that the only concepts that you can even fathom thinking about are Remus and your climax.
“Daddy’s gonna make you squirt, yeah? You’re gonna make a mess of my fingers and then ‘m gonna make you do it all over again.”
And then, without any warning, he’s slipping his fingers inside your cunt and he’s going so incredibly fast that even with the weight of his palm, you’re squirming upon his comforter. “When you feel that pressure in your belly, gonna have you push f’me, yeah?”
You’re nodding, eyes screwing shut as that aforementioned pressure coils deep in your belly. “Gimme it, puppy,” Remus instructs when he can feel your overused walls flutter around his digits until they’re clenching with such force his lips are turning up in a smile.
And you’re doing just so, allowing your body to melt into the mattress and for yourself to completely succumb to Remus’ touch. Other than the rush of ecstasy that floods your every sense, there isn’t much you can feel, as your vision goes a sudden black for but a few seconds before you’re zipping back to reality again.
When you blink blearily through your waterlogged lashes, Remus is beaming down at you his torso sheening with... water?
“Daddy, you’re all wet.” You muse, legs still spread for his use.
“Yeah, poppet, that was you. Good job!”
You can feel a sudden surge of heat searing in the apples of your cheeks as your button lip juts out in a pout. “Sorry, Daddy. Didn’t mean to.”
“I asked you to, m’love. Felt so good. So beautiful.” Remus responds, carefully leaning down again to run his slender fingers through your drenched folds.
They slip around so easily Remus has to literally look down to find your clit once again, and when he does, he’s pinching at it with a fervor that pulls a waterlogged, wanton moan from your throat.
“Ow!”
“I told you we were going to do it a few times over, you’re not gonna get off that easy.”
And he does, until you’re suspended in your sixth post-orgasmic state and quivering with the intense aftershocks that rumble through your figure.
Remus has never seen you so lost, a dreamy, far-off gaze swimming in your orbs as you lay, sprawled out languidly across his bed.
“C’mon, baby, let’s go now. Let’s get you all cleaned up. Wanna make sure you’re all clean, yeah?”
“No, daddy. Want again.”
“You want what again?”
“Y’cock. In my mouth.”
“Y’know that’s not how we ask.”
“Please.”
Remus can’t help the sigh that escapes his lips as he sits down beside you, brushing away the hair from your face. “I know, pretty girl. I know you want it, but you can’t have it right now.”
“Please, Daddy! I was good! So good for you, right?”
“I’m not Daddy anymore, bunny. S’Remus, yeah? Remmy’s here for you m’love.”
“No, you’re daddy.”
“No, I’m not. C’mon, princess. Come back f’me, yeah? Wanna get you all nice and clean.” He rises, but then you’re jerking up into a seated position, grappling at his arm and refusing any and all movement.
“Please don’t leave. Been a good girl. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t-” Tears are flooding your eyes so quickly that Remus’ heart is sinking into the depths of his chest.
“You have been a good girl, m’love. You did so well. Just gonna go get a washcloth to get you better, yeah?”
You can barely stand, legs so sore that if you were to even attempt to rise, you’d collapse, and so Remus is at a loss. His heart is thudding dangerously fast in his ribcage as he looks at the hole he’s dug himself.
He can’t even move to look at your swollen cunt, because every time he moves even an inch, you’re crying out and your grip on him is growing tighter and tighter.
A part of him wants to wait until you fall asleep but even the mere prospect of such terrifies him because he knows that sleep can put you in an even worse degenerative mindset.
But then there’s a soft rap of knuckles against the door, and Remus, with his lack of judgment, calls out a ‘Come in!’
The mahogany door swings open to reveal James, his normal tangle of curls bouncing with each buoyant step. “Hey, Moony, we were going to-” And then he finds you. “...Is she alright?”
From his position, he can see you nosing at Remus’ bare thigh, although he’s clad in boxers while your fingers grapple, and miss at the waistband of his boxers so you can pull them down again.
“No.” Remus’ voice cracks as he looks down at you again. “Mate, she said I couldn’t get her into subspace and it was some stupid dare, and now I can’t fucking leave her. She’s been like this for ten minutes and she won’t let me move, I can’t even-”
His demeanor is coming to a crash at his feet as he reveals a kind of vulnerability that the bespectacled boy typically only sees once a month.
“I should go get Lily.”
“Please. And Pads.” Remus whimpers he slips his fingers around your own and pulls your fingers away from the outline of his hardening cock for the tenth time in 5 minutes.
“C’mon pretty girl, come back f’me, yeah? S’me, s’Remmy.” Remus can feel himself getting choked up with pure trepidation for your bleary state as you cry for him.
You’re quite literally so far gone you can’t even manage to string words together, nonetheless respond to what Remus is asking of you.
There’s a thunder of footsteps below his dormitory while before the three are tumbling in through the open doorway and the door is slammed shut behind them.
The sound in itself has you jolting, crying out, and burrowing your face closer between the junction of his leg and torso.
“Hi, pretty girl.” Lily muses as she traipses around the end of the bed, squatting down so she can comb her fingers through your hair.
You don’t move. “Can you let go of Remmy f’me? Wanna make sure you’re all nice and clean.”
Once again, there’s no response from you as Sirius goes to fetch a warm washcloth. Remus has never seen you get this bad and it has him in such turmoil he can feel bile burning the back of his throat.
You can hear the thud of heavy footsteps through the figurative cotton in your ears before Remus is hooking his hands under the bends of your arms and situating you so that your perspiring back is leaning against his chest your legs are tucked over his own so they’re open for Sirius.
“I don’t want Sirius’ cock, wanna have yours, Daddy.”
“He’s not giving you his cock.” Remus muses as he leans down to pepper soft kisses against your clavicle. “He’s just cleaning you up, yeah? Making you feel better so you can come back m’love.”
James is ruffling through Remus’ trunk at the end of his bed to find the sweater he often finds you stealing, and when he does, he’s throwing it to Lily to aid in putting it on for you.
“You’re doing so well.” Lily sits down beside Remus so she can take lull you out of such a foggy mindset. “Good job, Hunny.”
“Remmy!” You mewl, turning your head to bury your nose in his muscled bicep.
You’re coming back, that’s for sure, even it is slowly.
“I don’t want-” You cut yourself off with a small twitch at the way Sirius accidentally brushes the cloth over your clit. “Ow!”
“Careful!” Remus swats, albeit not that hard, at Sirius’ arm.
You melt against his chest as the brunet cleans up before Remus is pulling you up and off the mattress so James can wiggle a pair of Remus’ boxers over your thighs.
Although your mind is still a bit foggy, you’re slowly returning to reality, the fog in your mind finally starting to lift.
James, Sirius, and Lily sit down on the mattress before you as you turn in Remus’ hold so you can press your ear against his pectoral and lull yourself back to serenity with the gentle thrum of his heartbeat.
“You alright?” Remus murmurs as he pets at your hair, pulling strands of hair behind your ear before leaning down to smear his lips over the crown of your head.
“I think so...” You murmur after a few beats, and although you’re not fully back yet, you’re able to discern who is who and actually murmur comprehensible phrases without sounding like a complete nymphomaniac.
“You scared us.” Lily’s frowning as she pats at your shin. “Got really worried for a few minutes.”
“Never seen you so bloody possessive.” James snarks in a playful manner before your foot shoots out to carefully kick him.
You roll your eyes, nestling comfortably into the crook of Remus’ arm as blink owlishly at the three. “Thank you.”
Sirius is the first to speak. “Anytime, sweetheart. Just remember not to dare Remus to do anything. You know how competitive he gets.”
remus smut where he cockwarms you in public & you have to be quiet maybe?
“I don’t know how you managed to convince me to do this,” Remus hisses, pushing you forward until you’re forced to brace the brunt of your weight against your forearms, which are resting upon the wooden table in the library.
You’re tucked into the back, away from the peeping eyes of curious students, and your backs are turned towards the back end of the library. I mean, why not, with Madame Pince out sick and a slumbering substitute in her place. Everything was pointing at YES! FUCK IN THE BACK OF A LIBRARY! but Remus was hesitant and you both actually need to study. Alas, you’ve resorted to cockwarming.
Despite the fact that he’s been dubbed the lesser mischievous of his troupe, he’s the mastermind, hiding behind the scenes and smooth-talking the rest of his mates out of being disciplined. He’s just as much trouble, he’s just better at not being caught.
“Hurry up! Wanna feel you,” You mewl in desperation, your forearms burning with the effort it takes to bear your weight.
“Patience, poppet. You’re not going to get anywhere by whining.” Remus tuts in a tantalizing manner, his fingers make quick work of his belt and button before he pulls down his zipper and shuffles around with his boxers.
He has you bent over the table with your pleated skirt flipped up over your perspiring hips with your glistening pussy, slick with your arousal in plain view.
Remus glances around you, specifically the entrance, assuring that there are no wandering eyes before he dips forward, pulling your clit between his lips and suckling at it until he’s able to pull his cock out of his boxers.
“You’re so wet, f’me, and you taste so good,” Remus muses as he releases his hold on his throbbing member and it comes back up to tap against his belly. “Alright now, pet, come down then. C’mere,” His fingers wrap around the curvature of your hips, pulling you far enough down until he grasps at his cock again, pressing the swollen head through your folds in lubrication.
“S’too much. Please, fill me up, please.” You’re gasping as though you’re suddenly deprived of air and your lungs are searing with tense anticipation for what he’s about to do.
“What did I say?” Remus sneers, nosing at the dip of your spine before sponging idle kisses along the expanse of it, even with the thin cotton that’s separating his lips from your soft flesh. “Patience.”
But he wastes no time in pushing the engorged head between your folds and into your drenched cunt.
He pulls you back onto his open lap until he’s balls-deep inside you, sitting snug inside your walls. You do your best to remain still, knowing any slight movement will have the gangly male keeling over in pleasure.
Yet, you do anyways, subconsciously, of course, when you straighten your spine and flip down your skirt so that it looks as though you’re merely sitting on the boy’s lap.
But the slight movement has Remus’ teeth sinking into his tongue to prevent any noises from spilling out into the back portion of the library.
You lean forward, fingers curling around the weathered textbook in front of you and flipping idly through his pages in search of a particular page.
“Oh! Here we go! Felix Felicis!” In your excitement, you shift once more, and you can feel the repercussions with the way Remus is digging crescent moons into the flesh of your thighs in a desperate effort to get you to stop moving.
“Sorry,” Your cheeks are rouging bashfully as you drag a finger over the worn pages, under the words so you can commit them to memory.
“S’alright, poppet. You’re taking me so well.” Remus pats at your thigh, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest so he can peer over your shoulder at the same words.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming as though this is but an innocent endeavor, doing his best to ignore the way your walls are fluttering around his oversensitive cock.
“You like taking my cock?” He inquires with such innocence as if it’s a question about the words you’re reading, eyes flitting across your visage to gauge your reaction.
You nod, slowly, as if hesitant, as you turn your gaze back to the textbook.
“Use your words, baby.” he chastises.
“Yes, D-”
But then you’re interrupted.
“Excuse me? Are you Remus Lupin?” Your eyes snap to the entrance of your little nook, eyebrows furrowing in surprise, and fear.
It’s this measly little first-year Gryffindor, quivering in shoes at the mere concept of talking to a seventh-year, nonetheless Head Boy.
And.. fuck. You’re going to get caught and scar an eleven-year-old in the process.
Remus clears his throat, jolting upright so he can get a proper view of the boy. His hands at your waist tighten as he adjusts you, but the movement sends pangs of pleasure up your spinal cord until it’s tugging on your vocal cords and you’re going to fucking moan. It’s itching at your throat and you have to clamp your jaw shut to refuse all semblance of noise.
“Y-Yeah. I’m Remus. What’s up, kiddo?”
“P-Professor McGonagall said that I-I needed to say hi because y-you’re the h-head b-boy..” He scratches at the back of his head, absolutely terrified.
Remus’ heart is tugged up into his throat and he clears it, desperate to just speak because he’s supposed to stand up and shake this boy’s hand. Instead, he’s forced to sit there, snug inside your cunt, and he sticks to just sticking out his palm for the boy to take.
“What’s your name?” You question when you shake his hand as well, surprised at how unmatched your decorum is.
can we have the one about james and sirius fucking u behind remus’ back and then him finding out ..... i’m guessing u know what i’m talking about . ty 💕💕💕
warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, mentions of subspace, pentrative sex, daddy!kink, consensual sex, deep throating in a closet, a bit of angst, but mostly fluff, smut, establishment of a dom/sub relationship
“But Daddy said-”
“I don’t care.” James drawls with a disgruntled roll of his eyes, settling back on his calves as he encircles your ankles and draws your legs apart, bare cunt on display as he gapes at how slick you are with arousal.
“I’m Daddy right now. Don’t be all prissy on me, now.” He lilts, tugging at his cock with a hazed look shining in his azure irises.
His slacks and boxers are strewn haphazardly across the wooden floor as he shuffles closer, teasing your sopping walls with the swollen head of his cock.
“He said it isn’t fair,” You mewl, nonetheless drawing your legs wider apart by hooking your fingers under the bend of your knees so he has easier access to your pussy.
“What, y’don’t think getting your Daddy off isn’t fair? You wanna help me, don’t you princess?” The brunet trills, pinching softly at the base of his prick as he slowly sheaths himself inside you, having to stretch you out despite the plethora of times Remus, the biggest of the three, has used you.
“Wanna help Daddy.” You echo, a soft fog tendriling around your skull as you settle back against the mattress, allowing your back to melt into the soft fabric of James’ sheets as he pushes further into you.
“Atta girl,” The boy soothes, drawing a rough palm over your navel and anchoring you as he sets a slow pace against your heat.
A low mewl slips off your tongue as your lips part, allowing your boyfriend, one of three, to fuck into you to rid of the impending coil in the pit of his belly. “I don’t want him to get mad,” You murmur feebly, that fog growing thick like it had just last night. You’re slipping, and James is too hellbent on spilling inside you that he’s not very cognisant of such.
“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” James slurs as he rolls his hips against your own, his palm sliding to anchor at your bent hip, forcing you in place as he ruts into you. “Answer me.”
“Y-Yeah,” You blubber fingers twitching at your sides as you find an inability to find anything to latch yourself onto. “T-Thumb, please, Daddy.”
“What’s that?”
“Thumb.” You echo, clenching around the thick girth of his cock as the bespectacled male bends forward, slotting his palm around the curve of your jaw before smearing the pad of his thumb over the plump cushion of your lips.
“Open up f’me, princess. Can Daddy see your pretty tongue?” His hips are snapping tightly against your own, his pubic bone pressing idle bruises into the supple flesh of your backside.
Your tongue peeks out before your jaw falls slack, revealing the pretty pink of your tongue and the open cavity of your mouth. The boy’s lips quirk upward in an amused simper as he slips his tongue over the warm muscle.
Your lips almost immediately seal around the digit as you suckle at it, curling your tongue around the brunt of it as if it’s the only thing tethering you back to this reality.
“My pretty baby,” James crows, pistoning his hips to push his cock further into your cunt until the head of his cock is drawing tantalizing pictures against your g-spot, the sensitive muscle spasming with the overstimulation of every rough thrust. “My beautiful girl.”
Your response is garbled around his thumb as he fucks you faster into the mattress. Your fingers wind around his wrist, securing yourself to the male as he pounds into you. “Want Daddy to play with y’little button, poppet? Y’like it when Daddy touches Baby’s little button, don’t you?”
You nod blearily, your teeth grazing the digit as his other hand leaves your pelvic bone to thumb over the hood of your clit, dragging it back so he can draw harsh circles against the bundle of nerves. “Please,” You gasp, despite the finger in your mouth as pleasure surges in your abdomen, curling up your spine and tugging dutifully at your vocal cords.
“Aww, pretty girl,” James coos. “C’mon, take Daddy’s cock like the good little whore that you are and then you can come, alright? But for now, keep your mouth shut and let Daddy fuck your pretty little pussy.”
“Pretty pussy.” You garble in an echo, finding satisfaction in the way his lips stretch over his teeth in a laughing smile, cerulean optics twinging with joy.
“That’s right, baby. Now c’mon, let Daddy do his job.”
James manages to fuck you over twice, once with his cock and then once with his fingers. After having you lick his fingers clean, he pulls his slacks over his hips after his boxers before helping you zip up your skirt.
“Y’gonna be alright, bunny?” He inquires, sitting you in front of him with your back turned so he can pull your hair back into a high ponytail for the rest of the day. “Saw you were slippin’ a bit and wanted to make sure you were alright to finish up the school day.”
“Are you sure Remus is gonna be okay with it?” You ignore his previous queries, sniffing as James fastens a small beret to your skull as he pulls back some flyaways.
“He’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it. I have to get going. I love you always.” He bends over you, and from his upside-down position presses a soft kiss atop your nose. “Don’t be late to class please!” He shouts after his retreating figure.
You had listened to his wishes, but only just, skidding into the classroom as the shrill bell cuts through the air. “Sorry professor,” Your chin dips down with shame as you scurry to the back to slide into the right seat beside Sirius, your legs trembling and panties slick with arousal.
“Hi.” You croon, placing your bag beside you as his fingers twist languidly at the quill in his hands.
“You’re late.”
“No ‘m not.” You argue, irritated by the accusation as you had made it in on time. “I got in before the bell.”
“You know the rules, puppy.” Sirius chides, baritone voice dipping down a dominating octave as he rises a dark brow, as if begging for retaliation. “You’re supposed to be here before me.”
“Jamesie and I-”
“Y’know better than that,” The male warbles, clapping a soft palm against your sock-clad knee as you jolt. “I don’t care what you and Jamesie-” With the way he barely utters the name, you can practically see the jealousy rolling off of him in waves. “-did anything. You have rules to follow.”
You shuffle, lips pursing with set defiance as you glance away from the dominating persona, struggling to maintain your confident decorum.
“Don’t test me.” Your boyfriend drawls, perturbance lading each disgruntled word that falls from his tongue. “Do you want to be punished?”
“No.” Your answer is curt as you attempt to focus your line of vision upon the professor at the front of the classroom.
“No, what?” The words are spat this time.
You finally spare the brunet an angry glance. “No, Daddy.” Despite your irritation, you’re still subordinate to the male sitting in front of you.
“That’s right, puppy.” His lips lilt upward in a patronizing simper. “Now, are you going to get your arse over to the supply closet across the hall all by yourself or am I going to have to carry you across?”
You’re about to object, to sneer that you’d much rather pay attention to the teacher in the front, which is what you would normally do, but James had not quite pulled you back to reality and you’re still swimming in a complaint fog.
Your head cocks to the side as your bottom lip juts out in a quiet pout. “But Daddy,” Your voice is nearing a ghostly whisper as you drawl out the complaint. “We gotta pay attention.”
“No we don’t,” Sirius snorts as he rises, fidgeting with the tie around his neck. “Moony has the notes anyways. I’ll see you soon,” And with that, he’s departing, traipsing from the room without a second thought.
Although you do your best to refrain from following, your fingers clench into anxious fists at your sides, but then, when the professor has his backed turned to fetch something from the bottom drawer of his desk, you’re darting out to find your boyfriend, the second one of the three.
The handle is cold as you push through the door, allowing it to close behind you with a quiet thud. Sirius is leaning against the shelf, eyebrows pulled in in a look of discontent. “Took you long enough.”
“S-Sorry,” You stutter through your teeth, your tongue peeking out to smooth over your lips, allowing your back to find the door with a low thud.
“Alright, on your knees.”
Suddenly, trepidations of what Remus, the true dominant of your polyamorous relationship, will say. Not only will be the only one who hasn’t had a go at you today, but you’re under strict rules to not touch and to not be touched unless granted by him verbally.
“B-But Daddy said-”
“What is it with you and Daddy today, hmm? S’not like he’s here right now, hmm? What Moony doesn’t see, he doesn’t have to know.”
“I don’t wanna break his rules.” You argue, sinking to your knees regardless and pulling softly at the restraint of his belt.
“D’you wanna break my rules? My fucking rules state that you’re gonna suck m’cock, yeah?”
You nod, granting him your consent as you pull the end of the belt from its home in the loop before Sirius’ large palms are engulfing the backs of your hands, halting your actions almost immediately.
“Lemme do it, you insolent thing. You make it look hard.” He growls, near angry as he pulls the belt open before tugging the button from its home and pulling anxiously at the zipper.
As you await the sight of his cock, you fall into a natural position, palms splayed dutifully over your thighs, jaw dropping, and tongue lolling out to reveal your mouth.
“Good girl.” Sirius frustrated demeanor switches as though someone has flipped a light switch as he tugs out his cock, allowing it to slap angrily against the defined planes of his abdomen as he pushes both his pants and boxers down his thighs.
“Can I touch?” You inquire, blinking up at the male through your thick lashes as your fingers twitch upon your thighs, desperate to dance across the canvas of his own.
“Hmm.” The sound is low as he hums in affirmation for your requests, and you’re complying with quick movements, curling one hand around the base of his thick girth and pulling down so you can pull the head of his throbbing cock into your mouth.
You suckle at it like a babe at a teat, dragging your nails daintily along the underside of his cock, pressing impishly against the sensitive vein that throbs underneath the weight of your forefinger.
It’s not long until beads of precum are dotting along his slit, and you drag the brunt of your tongue against him, gathering the salty liquid against the throbbing muscle before letting it course down your throat.
The boy above you curls his fingers around the makeshift ponytail James had made for you, fingers plucking at the elastic. “What’s this for?”
“I dunno?” You answer, your answer muffled by the thick weight of his member on your tongue. “Jamesie did it.”
“That’s not his name.”
“Daddy,” You drawl in correction of yourself, pulling him back into your mouth and allowing him to drag the length of it languidly against your tongue.
“D’you love your daddies, puppy? Y’like how well your daddies treat you?”
“Yeah,” You murmur when he pulls out, and you take his cock in your hand, pressing supple kisses along the expanse of it as you travel downward, nosing quietly at the underside of his shaft as you brush your lips delicately over his balls.
“Fuck me.” Sirius groans as you pull away, only to take them in the palm of your right hand to roll them through your fingers impishly.
“S’not a very nice word, Daddy.” You say with a low tone of voice, careful to not make too much noise.
Sirius tugs impatiently at your ponytail, the action in itself tugging harshly at your scalp and tugging a wanton moan from your throat. And then he’s not feeling so benevolent anymore, for he’s pushing you forward, forcing himself past your sealed lips and into the warmth of your mouth.
“Shh...” Sirius trills with a roll of his eyes, hips stuttering as he fuck into your mouth.
You’ve been trained for this, your throat no longer sensitive to the way the boys aim to fuck into it, the heads of their long members often blocking your airways. But with Sirius, it’s always something different; the slight curvature of his prick always has him sparking your gag reflex to life when he takes your mouth at different angles.
You gag slightly when he goes a bit too far, and Sirius reaches down, rapping his fingers lightly against the crater of your cheek as you hollow around him. “C’mon now, you know better than to gag. We taught you better than that, hmm?” He raises a brow, slowly rutting into your mouth.
The harsh wood of the storage closet is digging into your patellas as you bob your head to the rhythm of his staccato thrusts. You will your eyes shut, relaxing the constrictions of your throat so he can fuck into it with ease.
“There we go.” Sirius groans, hooking his hands over your cheeks so he can properly thrust into your throat, the tip of his length prodding at the back of it as you whine quietly.
And there he goes, forcing you, with consent, of course, to deepthroat him until he’s spilling down your throat. When your cheeks are bulging with the effort of holding all his cum, he taps at your cheek once again, and you swallow, displaying your tongue afterward with a gentle smile.
And then Sirius had presses kisses to your hands and your cheeks before ushering you back to class while he bit at your heels.
The rest of the day is slow as you slip further and further into your subspace, not as bad as that one day, but your head is a bit bleary. The boys always make sure to take special care to assure that you’re okay before they depart, and today you were, but you’re just tired and in desperate need of reassurance.
So when you trudge up the stone steps that lead up to the boy’s dormitory with high hopes that Remus is done with his homework for today, you’re happily rewarded by the sight of him lounging on his mattress.
“Hi, bunny.” The boy greets, lips upturning in a grateful smile to have seen your face after all of this time.
“Hi, Daddy.” The usage of such a nickname has Remus facial features setting themself to those of neutral ones, eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s wrong, poppet?” He queries.
“I don’t want you to get mad.” You wring at your fingers, gently closing the door behind you but staying at the doorframe. Sirius and James are in the bathroom, but of that much, you’re completely unaware.
“’M not gonna get mad. C’mere, hunny.” The freckled boy urges, and you comply, traipsing over with heavy feet to the male.
Your cheeks are searing with heat as you practically fall into his open embrace, sitting down upon his thick thighs and curling yourself close into his chest.
“What did you do?” Remus asks, nosing delicately at the hollow underneath the curve of your jaw.
“Had... sex.” You whisper, as though you’re inebriated, and you shift.
“We had sex last night if that’s what you’re referring to.” Remus frowns.
“Nooo...” You whine, shaking your head, disgruntled.
“No whining.” Remus chides, pinching at the outside of your thigh as punishment.
“Daddy fucked me this morning.” You murmur, cuddling closer into his chest.
“Who?”
“Daddy!”
Remus sighs as he drags his palm up and down your thigh to soothe you.
“Who was it?”
“It was Daddy...” You mewl, finding difficulty in your muddled state of mind to decipher what exactly he’s talking about, and you’re getting extremely frustrated.
“Fuck, mate, it was me.” James groans, padding into the room as he drags his palms over his face, his mess of brown curls a mop atop his head.
“Why would you-” And then he’s turning to Sirius, whose cheeks are a daring vermillion. “You too?”
You whine at the sudden increase in volume, burying your nose further into the junction between his neck and clavicle.
“Y’know should better than to fucking do that.” A growl tears itself from his throat as Remus winds his arms around you, pulling you closer into his embrace. “You should know how it fucking messes with her head.
“Too loud..” You complain, your head lolling back with lethargy.
“My baby,” Remus muses, dipping down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your skull before drawing you back into his chest. “My good girl, be good for Daddy while he talks to these wankers.”
You nod blearily into his chest.
“You’re fucking daft.” Remus snarls, eyes flashing wildly in a show of the anger that courses through his bloodstream. An irate fire is surging behind the delicate hue of his honey irises, tainting them with black. “You know how she can’t handle the secrecy. You should know that she doesn’t like disobeying us, and here you are, being the selfish pricks that you are.”
“I liked it,” You argue feebly, closing your eyes as you tighten your hold on your boyfriend.
Remus pets gently at your hair as she continues. “And she may have liked it, and you may have thought that she was fine but you should know better than that at this point. Now come say sorry.”
There’s a silence as you yawn, knuckling at your irises while the boys slowly pad over to find you.
“Hey, baby.” James croons, squatting down beside you as you right yourself on Remus’ lap. “I’m sorry.”
“S’alright, Daddy.” You giggle, falling forward and winding your arms around his neck so you can pull yourself into his arms.
James hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you up and into his arms. Another yawn slips from your lips as you rest your head upon his shoulder, knuckling at your eyes as Sirius comes up beside you, flashing his puppy dog eyes at you.
“You forgive me, pup?”
“Always, Daddy. You’re the best.” You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as your gaze washes over his visage. “The best ever.”
James coos quietly, scratching at your scalp as he holds you taught against his chest. “We’ll never do it again.”
Sirius nods, although you can relatively tell that he’s full of shit. “Yeah, of course not, as long as you can manage to stop staring at me during DADA, we won’t have to fuck in the closet.”
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