reader asking soft!remus (isn't even a DOM mostly) to go rough with her when the full moon nears but he's like 'nooo baby i could never use you like that or degrade you' but she's BEGGING him to let go and then bam four hours later she's almost regretting her decisions. almost.
and then he's back to soft cutipie remus
omg waittt this is so good! thanks sm for the request, hope you like it😘😘
Remus was sweet, so sweet. And most of the time you really loved it. His sweetness was the thing that made you fall for him in the first place after all, and you wouldn't trade it for nothing in the world...but.
But sometimes, especially when the full moon was near, you could feel that there was a different force in him. While he usually never took control during sex, during those times he would get more dominant and rough.
But he'd restrain himself, and even if you wanted him to go rougher on you, and you could sense that he wanted that, he would stop himself. You tried telling him to get faster, rougher. But he just couldn't bring himself to. He'd caress your cheek with his trembling hand "I don't want to hurt you baby, I'll go slower" he would mumble in your ear.
And while that made you melt, that made you also sigh in frustration, because you liked that more dominant side of Remus, and you wanted him to embrace it sometimes, just so you could explore it more. You tried to tell him that.
A couple of days after the last full moon, you told him that you could tell he was being tense during sex the last time. "You know you can go rougher if you feel like it" you suggested "you can take control, if you want...I'd like that" you whispered.
Remus immediately blushed, he shook his head. "Baby...come on" he teased, half jokingly "you know I could never" you sighed "I'm not saying you should do something that makes you uncomfortable..it's just-be yourself okay?" Remus smiled condescendingly "baby, don't worry...I could never hurt you" you smiled back, he really was clueless.
As the next full moon was approaching, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. If Remus didn't want to let go, you would make him. You made sure that it had passed some time since the last time you had sex: you waited as much as possible, to make the sexual tension between the two of you grow.
You went to his dorm while he was in the library, after making sure that Sirius and James would be at quidditch practice for the whole afternoon. You wore the last year's uniform, the one that got a little too tight, too much for school 's dress code, but just enough to hug your figure in all the right places.
The skirt was short, shorter than it should have, and you had your knee socks, the one that you knew -even without him saying so- made Remus lose his mind. He would always fidget with the hem of those damn socks, and when you wore them he always found some excuses to get his hands on your thighs.
So you sat on his unmade bed, waiting for him. You knew he'd finish tutoring at half past three. You looked at the watch, he'd be there in ten minutes max. You started going through some homework while you waited, and when you heard him climb up the stairs you smiled, your heart beat increasing.
Remus stumbled inside. He jumped, immediately noticing you, "Baby...you scared the shit out of me" he smiled. He looked so damn hot. His shaggy hair were messily covering his forehead. His shirt was unbottoned, the sleeves rolled on his elbows, his tie hanging loosely from the collar.
He took the schoolbag off from his shoulder. "What a beautiful surprise" he smiled untying his tie, throwing the school bag on the floor. You giggled, as he took off his shoes and got on the bed, crawling next to you.
"Is it my birthday or something?" he said, kissing you, caressing your thighs, "no, it's just that I know you've been feeling kinda tense lately...for the full moon and everything, you know.." Remus snickered "right..." you smiled maliciously "so I just thought we could do something to take the edge off"
Remus blushed, but he was smiling "mhhh...I see...and what did you had in mind?" you laughed, your hands caressing his back "I don't know...I just think, that maybe, it'll be good to unwind for you" he kissed you "that's a good idea"
You grinned getting on top of him "Rem" you whispered to his ear "I want you to let go this time" you felt his body tense up under yours, his fingers pressing on your waist, his breath hitching "just do whatever you want to me" you whispered, your core getting warmer, your face getting flushed.
"Are you sure?" Remus whispered on your mouth, you closed your eyes, and nodded "baby I don't want to hurt you" he repeated, his hands caressing you "Rem, I promise you, just go rough on me, please" you felt his breath stop for a second. His grip on your waist got immediately tighter as he took you by it and switched positions with you. Your breath hitched for the force of his grip.
You looked at him, he was grinning, his pupils blown up, making his hazel eyes look dark. "You have no idea of what you just got yourself into do you?" he said softly, his fingers trailing down your thighs. You bit your lip, excited, shaking in anticipation, slightly scared.
Before you could do anything Remus was unbuttoning your shirt with rushed fingers, tugging your skirt down. He sat up to admire your half naked figure, you blushed as his dark eyes wandered on you. You tried to take your socks off but Remus stopped you "these stays on" he grinned before crashing his lips onto yours.
He kissed you sloppily, roughly, while his skilled hands unclasped your bra and pulled it off. He kissed your neck, sucking the soft skin, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, your shoulders, your tits. He sucked them, making you whine in pleasure. He sat up again, looking at you.
"Look at you" he caressed your cheek "already so desperate for me" you blushed, covering your face, surprised by Remus' words, flustered. "Don't act like you don't like when I talk dirty to you" he continued, stroking your inner thigh "I know you baby" he said "I know you're a dirty little slut" you whimpered.
Remus forced your squirming legs open with his big hands. He moved your panties to the side, and unexpectedly shoved two finger inside of you, without warning, the pain was stingy, but it felt so good. You moaned loudly "oh baby, you're soaked" he cooed, he started pumping his fingers in and out of you "so tight" he mumbled, making you squirm.
"Don't you dare close those legs" he said, his tone suddenly authoritarian, making your guts fill with butterflies. He started to pick up his pace, going faster and faster, soft whimpers and moans started falling from your lips "you're such a desperate little slut" you moaned loudly "you like it huh? when I call you slut?" his fingers were rough, pumping through your wet folds "cause you know you are".
As he got impossibly faster, you started feeling your climax approach. You bucked your hips into Remus' fingers "what is it?" Remus reached for your chin with his hand, caressing your lower lip "are you gonna cum already, slut?" he said softly, his thumb pressed on your lower lip "open up for me baby", you whined, your mouth opening, sucking his thumb.
"Is that it? Cumming already?" you nodded desperately, your thighs squirming together "look at you, all desperate for me" the knot in your stomach started to tighten "a desperate little mess" he mumbled, his eyes wandering on you, his thumb pressing on your tongue.
Remus sighed "alright, cum for me, come on" you shivered, squirming again. Remus forced your legs open with his knee, pressing it on your thigh. You moaned obscenely "come on, come on, come on" Remus encouraged you, and as his thumb went to circle your clit that knot finally snapped, and a wave of pleasure washed over you, making your scream, your eyes rolled back.
"Oh baby, you're so hot" he cooed "throwing that head off, shaking for me" you whimpered, shaking slightly as you slowly came down from your high. You were still lightheaded and your legs were shaking. Remus tugged your panties down, taking them off "these are soaked" he scoffed. You breathed heavily, your heart was pounding in your chest.
Remus sat on his knees again, and watched you shiver on the mattress, your naked body exposed, your socks the only thing remaining on you. Remus started caressing you, your stomach, your waist, your thighs and your arms. You looked at him, his gaze was soft. You reached for his hair, brushing them lightly.
Remus sighed, his lips curved into a grin "okay baby, open those legs for me" you looked at him confused, your legs still twitching from the orgasm "what?" Remus bit his lips, then he took his shirt off, and tugged his pants and boxer down, his hard dick springing out, swollen and red.
You watched him tower over you in a mixture of fear and excitement. Remus caressed your thighs slowly, then he gripped them with his hands, forcing them open. Your breath hitched, Remus ran his dick through your slick folds, collecting your arousal, making you twitch. "So sensitive still" he aligned his tip with your entrance. You whimpered when he got inside, his length filled you completely, making your knees weak.
He started slowly, your heart was pounding in your chest, your core was getting impossibly warmer, as he started to increase his pace, you couldn't help but moan loudly "you like that slut?" you whined, your hands covering your flustered face. Remus grabbed your wrists forcefully, restraining them over your head, making you unable to move.
"Don't you dare hide from me" a strangled moan fell from your lips, Remus grinned "look at you, breaking under me" he got faster and faster, as your legs started shaking in overstimulation "oh god" you whined. Remus scoffed "what, are you gonna cum again? already?" he teased, rolling his eyes condescendingly. You nodded "oh baby, you really are a desperate slut then"
You squirmed at his words "and you like being degraded" he grinned, his hand leaving your wrist to grab your tits, pinching your nipple, you whimpered, squirming again "you like that huh?" you bit your lip, he pinched it harder, you hissed "you're such a pain slut" you moaned, Remus' lips curved into a cocky grin.
"Are you gonna cum for me?" he grabbed your thighs, pushing them to the sides of your body, your knees almost touching your ears, he kept pumping in and out of you viciously, you nodded "say please" he said, you looked at him half smiling, but he didn't look like he was joking.
He looked at you with lust-filled eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands, you tried reaching for his hair, but he grabbed your wrist "nuh uh, you have to beg" you bit your lips, your cheeks were flushed, your heart was beating in your ears. "Come on, beg or I'm not making you cum" your breath hitched.
You sighed "p-please" you said, your voice slightly shaking "I can't hear you" "please" you repeated, "is that all you got? You don't really want to cum then" he said, his hand reaching down to your clit. As he started circling it sloppily, jolts of pleasure sent electricity down your spine.
You moaned again "I'm not making you cum if you don't beg" your head was spinning, and you didn't think you could resist any longer, so you just put the embarrassment aside and gave in "please, Rem, please let me cum" you cried, Remus scoffed "look at you, so desperate, all you care about is coming, all you care about is making a mess" "please, please Rem please" you whined, as tears started spilling from your eyes.
"Oh baby, are you gonna cry?" he cooed "you're pathetic" you whimpered, your lower lip was quivering, Remus sighed "you really are a pathetic mess" you couldn't resist anymore "Rem please!" you whined again, loud, desperate. Remus rolled his eyes "alright, cum for me slut".
Those words were enough to send you over the edge. You came with a strangled moan, as a white wave of pleasure took over you. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, as Remus kept you in place, pumping in and out slowly, helping you come down from your high.
Your ears were ringing when you reopened your eyes. Remus was looking at you biting his lip, his eyes dark, dangerous, your heart skipped a beat, he looked almost menacing. You were trying to regulate your breath when Remus finally come out of you.
He caressed your cheek, as his smile slowly shifted into a wolfish grin. He trailed his hands down your waist, then his grip tightened around it. "It's my turn now" he groaned, before flipping you on your stomach. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat, as Remus took you by the hips.
"Ass up for me" you were still shaken from the last orgasm, and you didn't know if you could handle another one "but Rem-" you tried to say "shut the fuck up" he interrupted you abruptly. He pressed his hand on your back, making you arch. "Be a good girl for me" he mumbled, aligning his cock with your entrance again.
He slide in with a loud groan, you whimpered, his length filling you up. "Oh god" you whined. Before you could even adjust, Remus was already pounding into you mercilessly. "Rem-oh my god" "I told you to shut the fuck up" he groaned again, pushing your head into the mattress with a hand.
He grabbed your wrists with the other, bending your arms behind your back, restraining you completely. "You're a desperate slut" he groaned, while pumping his dick in and out of you at a mind numbing pace. "You wanted to be treated like one? Here you go then" he said, groaning and whining.
You could hear the sound of his hips snapping into you again and again, without ever slowing down, without ever stopping. At that point you were a babbling mess, unable to form any coherent thoughts. "Say it" he groaned, tugging your hair.
He grabbed you by them, pulling you to his body. Your threw your head back, falling on his shoulder, your eyes were rolling in your skull, as he kept pounding into you. "Say you are my slut" "I'm your slut" you mumbled, barely able to form words. "Oh you're such a sloppy mess" he spewed, grabbing your face.
"I fucked you dumb huh?" he cooed, squeezing your cheeks together. You moaned, as drool started dripping from the sides of your mouth. "Jesus christ, look at that" he scoffed "I never saw such a desperate dirty little slut before" you whined.
Remus hand found your clit again, and as he started rubbing your mind went completely blank. At that point you were nothing more than a whining mess, blabbering whimpers and moans.
"Who would've thought, that I could fuck you into this desperate mindless little mess" you couldn't even respond anymore, as moans and whines were the only thing leaving your mouth. Remus got faster, you didn't even know how, in a way you never believed to be possible.
Your ears were ringing, your body was shaking, as you limped on him, unable to even keep your eyes open. Tears started spilling from your eyes again, and as Remus became inhumanly faster and rougher you started crying in overstimulation, as you felt like your entire body was on fire.
"Rem-ohmygod" you sobbed, your eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck" he groaned, his grip around your wrists got tighter, your elbows were starting to hurt "oh fuck, oh fuck" he repeated. His circles on your clit became sloppy, and as you felt his body tense behind you, you finally let go.
And as he snapped his hips against you one last time, hard, Remus finally let go too, coming with a loud whine, as your mind went blank, and your entire body was washed by a wave of pleasure, your orgasm so intense that you saw stars, almost feeling like fainting.
You both fell on the bed breathless and drenched in sweat. You couldn't move, you felt so weak: your entire body was shaking, and your vision was only then slowly coming back. When you finally came down from the orgasm, you turned to look at Remus. He was a mess too, his hair shaggy and sweaty, his cheeks red, his breath heavy.
He turned to you too. You watched his hazel eyes light up as his lips curved into his sweet smile, that signature smile you knew to well, that smile that made you melt. You immediately felt your chest fill with warmth, as your cheeks blushed.
Remus brought a hand to your cheek, he dried your tears, brushed your hair from your face gently. "Was I too rough?" he asked, suddenly the Remus you knew was back. You couldn't help but smile. "You were perfect" you crashed your lips onto his. Remus laughed "you're the best" he said, his eyes filled with love, while tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You smiled, resting your head on his chest, hugging him tightly. "Oh baby" he mumbled, caressing your shoulder "I love you so much" he said, his tone making your heart flutter. He reached for the crumpled sheets from under him, covering your shaking body gently. He took you in his arms, caressing your messy hair softly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You fell asleep like this, feeling safe, feeling loved.
And when James and Sirius came back from practice they found you and Remus like that, in the tightest embrace, barely covered by the tangled sheets, drenched in the golden syrupy light of the late afternoon. They shook their heads laughing, elbow-bumping each other. But they didn't have the heart to wake you up, cause you two looked so beautiful, so happy, and so in love.
; where your tutor Moony goes batshit chaotic at the possibility of Sirius Black liking you.
The study session at the astronomy tower never happened, and you had fallen asleep waiting for Remus. Late to class and pissed off, you hardly flinched when you saw the dark-haired man rummaging through your bag.
"Are you stealing my chocolates?" You asked in surprise.
"Good morning, love," the man, who you now recognized as Sirius Black, sounded hardly apologetic. "Remus told me you always bring your muggle snacks bag for studying. It's the only reason I'd drag my arse all the way here as his bloody messenger."
You blinked.
Your assigned tutor's assortment of friends always caught you by surprise, especially since Remus Lupin did not look like an extrovert. He was smart, sweet, and shy, but his friends shared no qualities with him or among themselves. For example — the popular Quidditch captain James, the silent Peter, and the Hogwarts heartthrob Sirius Black — who just so happened to be staring right at you.
"Did you want this back?" he asked in confusion, handing the half-eaten Mars bar to you.
"No, you can have it," you said plainly, standing up. "And I don't want to hear his stupid apology."
"Remus warned me you'd be mad." Sirius sighed. "He couldn't come last night Y/N, he wasn't standing you up."
"What, you had a date with him and he lost track of time?"
A choking sound.
"I take that as a no?" You frowned.
"I am not fucking Remus, please!" Sirius was shocked. "Though if I'm being honest, he could use a good shag."
"Too much information, Black. Tell me this, why is Remus not here apologizing? Unless..." You knotted your hands together and stared him down. "Is he at the hospital wing again?"
If Sirius looked taken aback, he didn't show it. "Why would you say that?"
"Cause almost every month, you stupid idiots run around doing pranks that get him to the hospital wing! It's not that uncommon."
"Woah, woah, he has never been injured 'cause of us. We'd never do anything that would put Moony in danger."
"Why's he there then?"
Sirius threw his hands up in frustration. "I never said he was."
You threw your bag over your shoulder, and marched right into him, only stopping when he was an inch away. Your glare sent a chill down his spine.
"You tell Lupin that I'd rather fail my exams than wait for him for anything again. I don't want to see him or his stupid friends, including you."
And with that, you were off to Minerva's class, ready to be yelled at for being late.
-
"How did it go?" Remus asked when Sirius waltzed back in hospital wing. The bruises were almost healed thanks to Madam Pomfrey's blueseed oil, but he still felt knocked out. Apparently, Wolf Remus took last night to be an adventure more so than usual.
"Couldn't even begin to tell her any excuse," he said, grinning wide. "She's fierier than you said. I love her."
"You what?!"
"Do you want some chocolate? I nicked some."
Remus blinked, then threw his head back into the pillow, wishing a brick would take him out right then and there.
-
Sirius liked Y/N? That was just a phrase. He didn't mean anything by it. Or did he?
Questions like this flew through Remus's head throughout the first two hours of class, where he would look at you sitting a few seats away, then at Sirius. It was confusing really, but Remus felt a pang of annoyance every time the former laughed too loud or cracked a joke, all of which he usually does.
Out of everyone who could have liked Y/N, why did it have to be him? With his perfect smile and flirting, girls adored him. And all of them regretted it a month or two after, because that's when their relationship usually ends. Sirius wasn't a player, he had far too much heart to ever be one — but he never finds the right person to date. It goes from a Slytherin who's a bit too mean, Quidditch players too dedicated to the game, or one of the many admirers who only liked him for his popularity.
Sirius Black broke their heart one by one, and Remus knew you weren't going to be different.
In short, you can never date him, Remus decided firmly. He knew you were capable of dealing with these things, but he was just starting to get close to you, and what kind of tutor would he be if his best friend broke your heart? Wouldn't you hate him?
I'm such a good friend, he thought to himself, oblivious as ever.
-
Remus found you next to the Black Lake that afternoon. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you were alone, and he sprinted over before you could disappear.
"Go away Remus," you said, hardly taking your eyes up from the book you were reading.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I had other plans and I should have told you. It slipped my mind, I swear," he began blabbering.
You sighed. "Because of you, I got an 3 out of 25 on my test and McGonagall took off points from Gryffindor for being late."
"She does that with everyone! I forgive you on behalf of all Gryffindors." His words were so fast that they were a blur. If you forgive me first, of course. I'm truly, terribly, incredibly sorry, Y/N."
You finally met his gaze, and your heart did a little flutter at how soft he looked at you right then.
"You look bruised again, Lupin."
"No!" He whined, snatching the book from you when you looked back down again. You let out a cry of protest. "Don't make us go back to last-name basis again! I love having you as my friend!"
Remus cringed at how cheesy that sounded, and he regretted ever opening his mouth, but the crease between your forehead had finally cleared out. You were almost holding back a smile.
"The girl you hang out with, Sarah? Is she seeing anyone?" he asked, before he could lose his confidence.
You were caught off guard.
"Uhm, no? Why, do you like her?" you asked, trying to keep that hint of bitterness at bay.
"What no, James likes her," Remus said plainly. He wasn't meeting your eyes, like he was lying. Or hiding something.
"Sarah and James?"
"You don't think it'll work out?"
"No, it might but—"
"And, I want to apologize if Sirius was making you uncomfortable in the morning." He was watching you closely now, hardly blinking.
"Uncomfortable?"
"He's very flirty with everyone he sees."
"Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows. "Well, he didn't say anything that crossed the line. He was quite nice to me, don't worry."
"Nice?" Remus sat up straighter. His plan to be cautious went right out the window. "Do you like him then?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's alright if you do. Everyone does! I sometimes think he wouldn't have gotten so many Exceeds Expectations if he didn't give the professors compliments all the time."
"Wait—"
"You like him, don't you?"
"I didn't know this was an interrogation!" you said, putting the book down. "Now that I think about it, James would never go after Sarah, not as long as Lily is alive and breathing."
"Look, it's none of my business." His eyebrows scrunched up in a cute frown. "Actually, it is. Sirius is my best friend and he would fuck a troll if he could get the chance—"
You stood up, eyes flaring. "You did not just compare me to a troll!"
Remus looked alarmed. "Of course I didn't! I just meant I should know if my best friend was eating your—"
He couldn't finish his sentence because you had already aguamenti-ed water on his face. It got into his mouth and he was busy coughing it out to notice you were leaving.
"Asshole." You said under your breath.
"Chocolates!" He yelled, but to no avail. "I meant eating your chocolates Y/N, for fuck's sake!"
-
Remus had an entire day to himself to realize just how much he fucked up. But the nail in the coffin came about half past six, when James found him in library.
"Don't forget about Padfoot's surprise party tonight!" he said, easing his hand around Remus's shoulders. "I'm not sure if it's still a surprise when he's already deciding what to wear though."
"Ah yes, the party for his birthday that's almost a month away." Remus sounded bitter, then instantly felt bad about it. Sirius was one of his best friends, and he wasn't about to be sour on his birthday party just because of a girl.
"Okay, what's this about?" James asked, catching on.
"No, it's not Sirius- I have to sort some shit with Y/N and it's been bothering me." Remus confessed, sighing.
"Girl trouble," he tsk-ed. "It doesn't matter, you'll definitely see her at his party."
Remus stopped fidgeting with his pages. "Why're you so sure?"
"I saw him personally invite her. Only Sirius Black could be this loud about his own surprise party."
"Why is he suddenly interested in Y/N? Why does it matter to him if she's there?"
"Woah, woah," James looked at him closely. "Are you jealous?"
Remus paled under his friend's gaze. Jealous? Him?
"I don't think Sirius likes her," He continued matter-of-factly. "And even if he does, he'll never go after someone you like. Just tell him if you do."
Do I like Y/N L/N?
"Is there booze at the party?" Remus asked, giving up on his intricate thoughts.
"Is it a party if there isn't?"
"Then I'm definitely there."
James smiled. He didn't know what was going on with his friend, but he certainly didn't mind his sudden party-going spirit.
-
Gryffindor tower looked ten times crowded than usual. It seemed like the whole of Hogwarts had known the password to their dorm (which just for tonight, Fat Lady had agreed on "Sirius Black's Long Luscious Hair"), and the decorations brightened the place up even more.
Remus made his way further inside with James. He loved how the place looked so muggle-like, with muggle rock music and cheap beer all around, but he could hardly find James walking in front of him, let alone you.
"MOONY!" Sirius appeared at his shoulder, holding out a drink. He had no shirt on, something all the girls and a few guys were eyeing — like he had cheesecake plastered over his abs. "You're here!"
Someone accidentally knocked the drink Sirius was holding out, and it splashed all over Remus's sweater. Something in him suddenly got very angry, and the sticky liquor down his body didn't help the cause. You could have anyone he wanted. How dare you make a move on Y/N without clearing it with me first? You're supposed to be my best friend!
"Where is she?" he asked, eyes blazing.
"Which she?" Sirius asked in return, winking.
Remus Lupin snapped.
Before knowing what he was doing, he shrieked, a sound so loud everyone could hear it over the music — and he pounced.
A very confused Sirius fell to the ground with his friend on top of him. Remus didn't know any fighting techniques, nor did he want to hurt his friend, but he had to take the frustration out somehow. He took off his jacket and started slapping Sirius's chest with it.
"Owh, what are you doing?" he asked, not knowing whether to be alarmed or fighting back.
"STOP BEING NAKED ALL THE TIME!" Remus yelled, with a final smack to his friend's head. "STAY AWAY FROM Y/N! HAPPY FREAKIN BIRTHDAY, YOU WHORE!"
James, who was watching the scene unfold, laughed loudly. The sound brought Remus back to reality, about how ridiculous his reaction was, and how it looked more childish than manly.
Sirius pushed him off, and stood up groggily. The audience around the two of them were openly sniggering. The former groaned and pulled Remus by his arm until they were both on the staircase, with people who didn't mind them because they weren't witnesses to their Saturday Night Live routine from below.
"ARE YOU HIGH?!" Sirius yelled.
Remus was still breathing heavily. "I'm sorry for calling you a whore."
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Do you want to catch me up on speed here?"
Remus hesitated, then told him about how he felt it weird that one of his best friends liked someone he have feelings for, how he didn't want you to get involved in his classic heartbreak drama. Sirius had his mouth wide open by the end of it.
"It's not my business if you like her," Remus concluded, stuttering through his words, knowing he didn't mean any of it. "But if she goes out with you, you cannot treat her like one of your other girls. She deserves better than that."
"Who. In. The. World. Said. I bloody LIKED HER??"
"You—?"
"That's a phrase! I like her does not mean I want to go out with her!" Sirius appeared disheveled. "She was bold and looked like she might knock my lights out with one punch! I was admiring her, not bloody wanting to fuck her!"
Remus's face drained of color. "James said you invited her—"
"She said something about a fight between you two. I invited her 'cause I knew you'd never miss out on my party! I thought you could talk it out here! Oh my god, you really do think I'm a whore."
"I—" Remus had never been at a loss of word like this before. He was embarrassed with a capital E.
"Come on! I'm getting you beside Y/N right now before you start sprouting more nonsense."
"DO NOT TELL HER ABOUT THIS!"
"How you physically assaulted me in my own party for her? You're right I'm telling her — now, where is she?"
Sirius was sweet, but he looked rattled for good reason. Remus did the smart thing and slipped away from him while he was looking around for you. He didn't know where he was going, but he climbed up the stairs.
-
The rules were simple.
Spin the bottle had its own take this time. There were serious couples in the group, so instead of kissing whoever the bottle landed on, there was one moderator who spinned all the turns. The one it landed on had the option to kiss whoever they wanted, including their partners.
Yes, it was boring.
So far the odds of the bottle spinning to you were low to none, because the group was that huge, and you had only signed up for it because it had Lily. She was the only sober friend you had at the party, and you didn't want to end up being close to a bunch of knackered out Ravenclaws on your own.
You glanced at the door to see a familiar wave of brown hair. Remus?
-
"You know Sirius may not like her," James whispered in Remus's ear. "But any guy in that circle would be kissing her if the bottle lands on them."
"Where the hell did you come from?" Remus asked, annoyed. "You've got to stop acting like a ghost."
"Look at her," James went on, ignoring him. "She doesn't know the minute it lands on some drunk guy, she's gonna wish she never came to the party."
"Shut up," Remus said, taking a drink from the nearby table. He downed it in one go and kept watching over the game.
He didn't notice your eyes gazing over to him every few minutes.
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Should I go now and apologize? No, he should apologize first. Why's he just standing there? Does he want an apology first for the water I splashed on his face which he absolutely deserved?
The bottle had previously landed on the girl to your right, and she was passionately making out with her best friend. All the guys were watching with open mouths.
Remus had no right to interrogate me like that. As if I'd go after Sirius, when at least three of my friends had their heart broken by him! Besides, if I'd have my heart broken, it would be with that idiot himself but he's too dense to realize that.
"Y/N!" Lily pulled you out of your thoughts.
"What?" you asked, looking down quickly to see whether the bottle was pointing at you. You sighed in relief when you realized it wasn't.
"Uhm," she pointed at the bottle again. You followed her line of gaze and saw the guy it was pointing at.
The same drunk guy who had been ogling at you the whole night.
"Told you," James said, nodding towards the guy leaning over the group to Y/N, who was now frozen.
Remus felt an unexplainable anger for the tenth time that night. He took another shot from the passerby, then without hearing James's protests, walked over to the group.
He realized with disgust that the guy was already puckering up, while you were still frozen in shock. How can anyone see that expression and think they're comfortable in the current situation?
With just three drinks in, Remus's head was already floating around so he did the only solution he could think of at that moment.
He flew in front of you and met his own lips with the guy's. The latter's eyes flew open and let out a cry of alarm, pushing himself backward.
"LUPIN!" you yelled in shock.
"Thought he wanted to kiss!" Remus let his hands up, but you had already stood up.
"Oh my god." You pulled him up by his shirt, then led him away from the shocked crowd. "Hope you liked the show!" You said to James on your way out.
"Oh, I loved it," he replied over his shoulder. You groaned when you realized he might have recorded the whole thing.
"Just what did you think you were doing?" you started once you were out of everyone's earshot. "First you say I want to fuck your friend, then you follow me around like a stalker!"
Before Remus could protest, you had enveloped him in a hug. He was taken aback. He didn't question it, just hugged you right back.
"Thank you," you murmured when you pulled apart, though you still sounded mad somewhere. Remus thought you sounded adorable.
"Anytime, though I'd appreciate if you don't bring yourself to a position where I have to kiss a guy to save you again." His grin faltered. "I'm sorry. About Sirius. I know you don't like him, I was a jerk."
You gave him a thorough look over. "You smell like beer. Cheap beer."
"Is that a code? Am I forgiven?"
"Come on, I'll get you back to your dorm." You said, shrugging. "I'll make you a really disgusting hangover cure tomorrow morning. The kitchen elves owe me one anyway."
He didn't move. You turned around and saw him contemplating.
"Y/N." Remus tilted his head to one side. I think I like you. Can I take you on a date? Can I be your boyfriend? "You look pretty."
You grinned. "Say it again when you're sober."
Remus hung his head to other side. "You'll be pretty then too."
Cheesy. But you liked it. The blush on your face had made that clear. You decided right then that if he didn't remember any of this tomorrow, you'd make him remember.
He'd probably deny all of it, but you were going to kiss the hell out of him either way.
Guys I have seen fanfics with Moony being his like wolf personified, so I am going to do that with this story as well!
warnings: shy!reader kind of?, shy!remus, down bad remus, hufflepuff! reader, jealous themes
Summary: reader always avoids Remus due to being shy so 'moony' takes it into his own hands
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"Stop staring at her, Moony. She'll think you want to kill her now." James laughed at his friends hopeless stare across the room. The four boys sat together in the dining hall, but one of them was preoccupied staring at the hufflepuff table. Where you sat with your friends laughing mindlessly.
How he would love to be the one to make you laugh, but you were always so afraid of him. Entirely his fault, he scared you off multiple times by accident. Being too verbal was one of them, he kept rambling out of nervousness clueless to your demeanor. You avoided him multiple times after that, all he did was try to ask you to Hogsmeade. So, he gave up for a while. If it was meant to be, it'll be. But that never stopped the longing gazes he constantly had on you.
"You think I should try to talk to her again?" His eyes stayed on you but his words were directed to his friends.
"She's a shy girl, you'll have to be consistent. I told you this many times before."
"Go easy on him, Prongs. He's just a boy." Sirius chuckled out as he patted Remus on the back, he turned his vision to them now.
"Teach me how to speak to her. You always have someone new with you, surely you've talked to some shy girls before." Remus looked desperately at the long haired boy beside him, putting on his best puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, alright. Stop giving me those eyes, it's giving bedroom eyes. It's weirdly turning me on," Sirius started to tease but the other groaned making him laugh. "I'm only joking, calm yourselves there's plenty of me to go around."
"Sirius, be well, serious."
"Right, right. Let's go get you ready to get laid."
"That's not my only intentions with her, ya know?"
"Well, it is one intention, is it not?"
Remus face went red from embarrassment. "Stop. I'll figure out how to do it myself then."
"Don't be like that, Moony. We can all figure out how to make your little hufflepuff talk to you."
"Well, how?"
"I dunno."
"You're all hopeless!" Remus packed up his bags and left the dining hall before spotting you doing the same unaware of him. He smiled gently, perhaps he would just see if he can get a few sentences out.
"Erm, hello." He waved awkwardly infront of your face as you stared up at him confused.
"..Hello, are you alright?" You mumbled out hoping he would hear it anyways.
"Quite, yes," He felt his throat dry up as he tried to speak again. "I-" He coughed.
"Yes?" Your eyes were starting to make his heart pound faster in his chest. You were just so cute, so beautiful. If only he could just say that to you, it would be a lot easier.
"I have to go." Before you could respond, he took off in the opposite direction leaving you dumbfounded.
"I wonder what that was about," You spoke aloud to which your friends who had been waiting on you giggled.
"Isn't it obvious? He likes you!"
You felt your face grow hot at the mention of that, Remus Lupin liking you? No, he was much too handsome. Too smart for you.
"No, he just-"
"He just, he likes you! Accept it." Your friend mimicked your voice slightly making you giggle but still feel embarrassed.
"No, you've got it all wrong. Remus Lupin would never like someone like me."
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That was a lie. He did like you more than he could get himself to say, he overheard your friends speaking to you as he cowardly hid behind some pillars. Why was it so hard? This was your last year before probably never seeing one another again, it had to be now or never. Now or Never.
'Now or Never, little wolf.' He heard the familiar voice in his head, his wolf Moony was laughing at his misery.
'Shut up.'
'I can do it for you, I like her as well. More than you since I can actually do something about it. Let me out for an hour, and she'll be ours.'
'I can't do that, it wouldn't be safe.'
'Then get the courage or I will forcibly take over.'
With that, he heard silence in his mind. Moony never bluffed especially when it came to you, he was utterly insane. He would come out and do unfathomable things to do, with your consent of course. Moony cared too much of what you thought of him to do something rash.
He would just go up to you now. Get the words out faster than his brain could comprehend what was going on. So, he went on his way to find you once more. You should be heading to your Potions class right about now, so he could find the shortcut and cut you off.
How he knew your schedule was a little stalkerish on his part, but he couldn't help the urge to want to see you at all times. Even if you weren't speaking to him.
Your laughter could be heard near him, his heart sped up once more. He loved how you were always laughing no matter where you were. He just didnt expect it to be because of some hufflepuff boy who was carrying your books. His heart stopped now, if the feeling of dread could kill someone he would be on the floor right about now.
Your beautiful smile was directed toward another man. He couldn't handle the jealousy, the urge to go over and fight the unsuspecting boy but he had to control himself. If he wanted anything to do with you, he had to control Moony.
At least that is what he thought until he saw the boy put his hand on the lower part of your back to guide you.
"Moony, do it. Please."
And so, the wolf took over his being. His usual calm was replaced with chaos, his eyes grew erratic as they scanned the scene. "Well, well. Little wolf was jealous, hmm? I suppose I am too, guess we will see what happens."
He walked over to where you stood, pushing the hufflepuff boy back slightly and replaced his hand with his own. "C'mon, love. I have to tell you something important."
Your whole body tensed as people started to stare at the two of you. You became very aware of every curve on your body now, Remus hand was on you how could you not. "Uhm, Remus-" Your eyes caught his, they were darker now. Not the usual ones that stared at you, the ones you've grown accustomed to being on your body no matter where you walked. "Remus?"
"You're a smart one." Is all he replied as he continued to lead you away from the crowd of people trying to get to their classes. You glanced back at your friend who he had pushed so rudely, mouthing a sorry to him.
"Don't look at him, keep your eyes on me or ahead of you."
"You're not remus, are you?"
"No, but I am about to embarrass him." He stopped the walk as you both stood near the black lake now, he pushed you up against the bark of the tree. His eyes looked into your own before glancing down at your lips. Before you could process what that meant, he was kissing you. His hands roamed all over your body making you gasp more so out of shock than anything else. Your own hands went into his hair, pulling softly on it as you kissed him back.
That was until he pulled away did you notice that his eyes were back to normal now. His whole face went red as he stared at you not uttering a word.
"I like you."
"I gathered that when you stuck your tongue down my throat."
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, I liked it a lot actually. Can we, perhaps do it some more?"
"I think I can arrange that, if I don't puke from nervousness first."
summary: after he insists they're just friends, she gets a much needed reality check from Lily and finally confronts him
wc: 4.2k
warnings: self loathing(R), ig hurt/comfort?, angst with happy ending??, miscommunication, english not being my 1st language
a/n: I got back into my atyd spiral and decided that I really do need Remus J Lupin
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"What's up with you and Remus?" Lily asked suddenly, sitting across from you in your favorite spot in the library
You hummed quietly and looked up at her from your Transfiguration homework.
"What do you mean 'what's up with me and Remus?' " you asked before looking down at your parchment paper
"Hello? I have eyes, you know?" Lily placed her forearms on the table and lightly leaned towards you "You two are avoiding each other like fire. Everyone can see that"
You let out a quiet scoff and rolled your eyes, without answering you went back to writing your essay. You didn't answer her, obviously. The ink on the paper began to swirl and blur before your eyes, it stopped making sense some time ago.
Lily watched you for a long moment
"You know that you should talk to him" she said quietly
A hollow laugh slipped out of you “Yeah. Because that’s worked out so well lately, Lily, thanks for the advice"
“You haven’t actually tried” she looked at you with something you could call a pity and oh how you hated it
“I did” you snapped, louder than you meant to. A few heads turned again. You lowered your voice “I did, Lily. He just—” you swallowed, jaw tightening “He shuts down. Or he leaves. Or he acts like nothing ever happened”
“And what did happen?” she pressed, not looking away even for a second
You stared at the same line of your essay, over and over, until the letters blurred and your head started to hurt. Everything but just not to look at her, it would break you.
“I don’t even know anymore” you admitted after some time of silence, your voice barely above a whisper “One minute everything’s fine, we're having fun, and the next…” you trailed off, shaking your head “It’s like I imagined all of it, and maybe I did” you shrugged lightly
Lily’s expression softened, but she didn’t interrupt. She never did. That was what you loved about her, she wasn't like Mary or Marlene, Lily just let you say whatever was on your mind without interrupting.
“You ever get that feeling” you went on hesitantly “like you’ve already said too much? Like you crossed some line you didn’t even see was there?” Your fingers tightened slightly around your quill “And now you can’t take it back?”
Silence settled between you. A deafening, flat silence.
“…What did you say..?” Lily asked gently
You hesitated. But then, added, much quieter now “Enough.”
That was all.
Because that's what happened. You're sure you said so many words while talking to Remus that you probably wouldn't even have written them in your essay. So many pointless words.
It hadn’t been planned. That was the worst part.
If you’d had time to think about it, really think, you probably wouldn’t have said anything at all.
You were sitting beside him, like you had a hundred times before. Same spot. Same worn-out sofa in the common room. The fire crackling low, most people already gone to bed. It was quiet in that comfortable way that never used to feel awkward with him. Because how could it?
Remus had a book open in his lap, though he wasn’t really reading it anymore. You could tell. He’d been stuck on the same page for at least five minutes. And that's not really like Remus 'I enjoy a little reading' John Lupin.
“You’re not even turning the pages” you pointed out softly, a little humour in your voice
A small smile tugged at his lips “I am thinking about it”
“That’s not how reading works, Moons”
“Says who?”
You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head “You’re ridiculous”
“Mhmm. I’ve been told countless times "
There was a pause. Not uncomfortable. Not yet. Just…quieter. Did it feel weird? Maybe a little.
Your shoulder brushed his slightly when you shifted, and neither of you moved away. That was normal. It had always been normal.
…Right?
You glanced at him. He was already looking at you. That wasn’t new either. You often caught him looking at you while you were doing stuff. Even when it was something as simple as using your wand to pin your hair up or listening in Professor McGonagall's class.
But something about it felt… different this time. Like the moment lingered a second too long. Like neither of you quite knew what to do with it.
Your stomach flipped. And that was definitely weird.
“Remus?” you said, before you could stop yourself
“Yeah?”
You hesitated, cursing yourself mentally.
There it was. That tiny window where you could still back out. Say something else. Make a joke. Pretend you’d forgotten what you were going to say. You should’ve taken it. Instead, of course, you had to open your mouth.
“Can I ask you something?”
His expression softened slightly "You just did, silly” he let out a soft chuckle
You rolled your eyes “You know what I mean, idiot”
“Alright” he said, closing his book halfway, giving you his full attention now “Go on then"
That made it worse. Now you just had to say it.
Your hands fidgeted slightly in your lap “Are we…?” You stopped, grimacing at your own voice “That sounded soo stupid.”
“Are we what?” he asked gently
Oh, fuck you, Remus John Lupin and your stupid ability to be the gentlest person on the whole planet.
You let out a breath, forcing yourself to just say it “Are we just—friends?”
The second it left your mouth, you felt it.
That shift.
Small.
But unmistakable.
Remus went still. Not dramatically. Not obviously. But enough that you noticed. Enough that your chest tightened immediately.
“I mean...obviously we’re friends” you rushed to add, words tripping over themselves now “I just...sometimes it feels like maybe it’s...more? Or I’m reading it wrong, which is also possible, and that’s fine, I just thought I should—”
You stopped
Because he still hadn’t said anything.
“…Remus?”
He looked at you. And there it was. Not anger. Not confusion. Something worse.
Conflict.
Like he was trying to solve something in his head that didn’t have a good answer.
“I—” he started, then stopped
Your stomach dropped.
“It’s okay” you said quickly, even though it wasn’t “You don’t have to—”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea” he said suddenly
The words landed harder than you expected.
You blinked “What?”
His jaw tightened slightly, like he already regretted how that sounded, but he didn’t take it back.
“Us” he clarified quietly “If that’s what you’re asking, y/n”
Oh.
Oh.
Right.
You nodded once, a little too fast it almost made you dizzy “Okay”
That was it. That was all you said. Because what else was there to say?
Remus looked like he wanted to explain, like there were more words sitting right there, waiting, but they never came.
The silence stretched. Thick. Uncomfortable. Nothing like before.
You forced a small shrug, looking away “Yeah. No, that totally makes sense”
It didn’t.
But you said it anyway.
“I mean, we’re fine as we are” you added, your voice sounding distant even to yourself “I was just...curious”
He didn’t respond to that.
Didn’t agree.
Didn’t disagree.
Just…watched you, that same conflicted look still there, like he was holding something back. And somehow, that made it worse than if he’d just said no.
You stood up abruptly “I should go”
“You don’t have to—”
“I do” you cut in quickly, maybe too quickly “I forgot, I promised Lily I’d help her with something”
That was a lie. But it was the first thing you could think of.
Remus nodded slowly “Right”
Another pause. Neither of you moved. You had to say something, right..?
“Goodnight, Moony” you smiled slightly
“Goodnight”
You didn’t look back when you left. And that was the problem. It wasn’t just what he said. It was everything he didn’t. And that was the problem.
Lily exhaled slowly, leaning back again, studying you like she was piecing together something fragile “So you told him how you felt” she asked to make sure
You didn’t respond, but that was answer enough.
“And he didn’t say anything?”
You shook your head, not really trusting your voice.
Not entirely true, but not entirely false either.
He’d looked at you. That was the worst part. Not confused, not upset, just… distant. Like something in him had already decided to step away before you’d even finished speaking.
“I wish he’d just said it” you muttered “Anything. That he didn’t feel the same. That I was being stupid. I don’t care.” Your voice cracked slightly despite your effort to steady it “Just… something real.”
Lily reached across the table, nudging your wrist lightly “Hey”
You pulled your hand back, not harshly, just enough “I’m fine.”
“You’re not”
“I said I’m fine.”
The words came out flat this time. Final.
Lily studied you, then slowly nodded. “Alright” she said, though her tone made it clear she didn’t believe you for a second. She stood, gathering her books. “But for the record? Avoiding him isn’t going to make it hurt less. It just… stretches it out”
You didn’t look up.
You didn't want anyone to see the little droplets falling down your cheeks. What exactly caused this? Only Godric knows. Maybe it was Lily being so damn right about everything? Or maybe it was all the emotions you held back finally bursting out?
The sound of Lily’s retreating footsteps seemed to echo in the quiet expanse of the library. Only when the heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind her did you finally let your shoulders drop.
The dam broke.
You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to force the hot, stinging tears back, but it was useless. They leaked through your fingers, smudging the fresh ink on your Transfiguration parchment until the essay you had spent three hours on was utterly ruined. A perfect metaphor for your life right now, really.
You sat there in the suffocating silence of your favorite spot for what felt like hours, staring blankly at the stone wall. Lily’s parting words hung in the air like a heavy fog. Avoiding him isn’t going to make it hurt less. It just… stretches it out.
"Easy for her to say" you whispered bitterly to the empty rows of books. She didn't have to look into Remus's eyes and see that agonizing, guarded wall go up. She didn't have to feel the sudden, freezing chill of a friendship dying in real-time.
With a shaky exhale, you stuffed your quills and ruined parchment into your bag, blinking away the last of the tears. You couldn't stay here forever. Eventually, Madam Pince would kick you out anyway.
The walk back to the Gryffindor common room felt entirely too short. Your feet dragged against the stone floors, your mind spinning. You dreaded crossing that portrait. What if he was there? What if he was sitting in your spot by the fire, reading that same book, looking at you with that awful, pitying conflict?
You paused outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, taking a deep, stabilizing breath. Get a grip, you told yourself sternly. You're a Gryffindor. Act like it.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia" you muttered
The portrait swung forward. You stepped through the hole, your eyes instantly darting toward the fireplace, entirely against your own free will.
The common room was mostly empty, save for a few fifth years whispering in a corner over chess. The worn-out sofa was vacant. Remus wasn't there.
A wave of relief washed over you, followed immediately by a sharp, pathetic pang of disappointment. You hated yourself for it.
"Y/n?"
The voice came from the shadow of the staircase leading to the boys' dormitories. You froze, your heart violently hammering against your ribs.
Remus stepped into the dim amber light of the hearth. He wasn't wearing his school robes anymore, just a faded, oversized brown sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked exhausted. Dark circles shadowed the hollows beneath his eyes, worse than usual, and the full moon was still over a week away.
"Hi, Remus" you said, your voice tight, choosing to use his actual name instead of the familiar nickname that now felt like a legal liability. You immediately made a move toward the girls' stairs "I'm just heading up to bed—"
"Can we talk? Please?"
The sheer vulnerability in his voice stopped you dead in your tracks. It wasn't the distant, closed-off Remus from a few nights ago. He sounded almost desperate, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists.
You kept your back to him for a beat, swallowing the lump in your throat. You didn't turn around until you were sure your face was a perfect, unreadable mask.
"I don't think there's much left to say, is there?" you asked, aiming for detached but landing somewhere closer to fragile "You made yourself pretty clear back then, Remus"
Remus flinched. It was a tiny movement, but you caught it. He stepped off the stairs, closing the distance between you, though he stopped a careful three feet away, as if respecting an invisible boundary line you had both crossed and broken.
"I didn't" he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly "I didn't make anything clear. I panicked, Y/n. I said the easiest thing I could think of because the alternative..." He trailed off, running a frustrated hand through his sandy hair, making it stick up in wild directions
"The alternative being what, Remus? Telling me the truth?" You crossed your arms, defensively shielding yourself, oh how you hated yourself "If you don't look at me that way, you could have just said so. It would have hurt, yeah, but at least I wouldn't feel like I completely hallucinated the last four years of our lives"
"Hallucinated?" Remus stepped closer, his eyes wide, a sudden, fierce emotion breaking through his usual calm exterior "You think you imagined it? Y/n, I am losing my mind. I haven't slept in three days because every time I close my eyes, I just hear the way your voice dropped when I told you it was a bad idea"
You stared at him, completely thrown off balance "Then why did you say it?"
"Because it is a bad idea!" he burst out, his voice a harsh, tortured whisper. He looked around the common room nervously before looking back at you, his eyes swimming with something terrifyingly raw "For you. It's a horrible idea for you, Y/n."
He took another step, and before you could retreat, his hand twitched forward, as if he wanted to reach out.
"You deserve someone who can give you a future, Y/N. Someone who doesn't disappear once a month to break their own bones. Someone who isn't a danger to everyone they love" he whispered, the self-loathing practically dripping from his words "When you asked me if we were more than friends... God, it was all I've wanted to hear for months. But I can't be selfish with you. I can't drag you into my mess"
The silence that followed wasn't flat or deafening like the one in the library. It was electric, charged with a truth that left you entirely breathless.
Lily was right. You hadn't actually tried to talk to him. And Remus hadn't been avoiding you because he didn't care, he had been avoiding you because he cared far too much.
You stood there, completely paralyzed, the echo of his words bouncing around inside your head until your brain finally managed to process them.
It was all I’ve wanted to hear for months
The anger, the embarrassment, the crushing weight of rejection that had been suffocating you since that night, it all just vanished, replaced by a sudden, dizzying rush of clarity. You looked at him, really looked at him. The tense line of his shoulders, the way he was practically vibrating with anxiety, waiting for you to say something, to run away, to confirm his worst fears about himself.
"You idiot" you breathed out "You fucking idiot"
Remus blinked, entirely taken aback "What?"
"You absolute idiot, Remus John Lupin" you said, your voice finally finding its strength. You took a step toward him, closing that agonizing three-foot gap he had so carefully tried to maintain "You think you're being noble? You think you're protecting me?"
"I‘m trying to—"
"Well, you're doing a terrible job!" A half-sob, half-laugh escaped your throat, and you wiped a stray tear from your cheek with the back of your hand "Did you ever stop, even for a single second, to think about what I want? To ask me how I feel about it?"
"Y/n, you don't understand the reality of it" he said desperately, though he didn't step back as you moved closer. His eyes locked onto yours, wide and terrified "The war outside... my condition... it’s not just a monthly inconvenience. It's a curse. It ruins everything it touches. I can't let it ruin you"
"Let me worry about what ruins me!" You reached out, completely throwing caution to the wind, and grabbed the front of his faded brown sweater. Your fingers balled into the soft fabric, anchoring you to him "Do you think I care about a future that doesn't have you in it? Do you think I care about some perfectly safe, easy life if it means I have to sit across the room from you and pretend you're just a stranger?"
Remus let out a ragged breath, his chest heaving. His hands hovered near your waist, trembling, fighting a brutal internal battle against his own restraint.
"I've known who you are for years, Remus" you whispered, looking up at him, your voice cracking with all the emotion you'd been hiding "I know about the full moons. I know about the scars. I know the worst parts of you, and I am still here. I am choosing to be here. So don't you dare sit there and decide for both of us that I'm not strong enough to handle it"
That broke the last of his defenses.
With a low, defeated groan, Remus closed the final inch of distance between you. His hands came up to frame your face, his long fingers tangling gently into your hair, his thumbs wiping away the damp tracks of tears on your cheeks. His touch was warm, slightly rough, and so incredibly tender it made your knees weak.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, his forehead leaning down to rest against yours. His breath was warm against your skin "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm a coward"
"You're not a coward" you murmured, closing your eyes, completely losing yourself in his closeness "Just stupid. You're just a little stupid, Remus"
A small, genuine breath of a laugh shook his chest "Yeah. Brilliant at school, completely stupid at everything else"
He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes searching your face, no longer guarded, no longer distant. They were full of a quiet, fierce affection that made your heart skip a beat.
"If we do this" Remus said softly, his voice serious but laced with a vulnerability that completely undid you "if I let myself have this... I don't know how to do it halfway. I'm all in. Even when it's bad. Even when I'm trying to push you away because I'm scared. You'll have to fight me sometimes"
You smiled, a real, bright smile that felt like the first bit of sunshine after a massive storm. Your hands moved from his sweater to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him just a little bit closer.
"Moony, I've been fighting you for the last three days just to get you to look at me" you whispered "I think I can handle it"
Remus didn't say anything else. He didn't need to. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss wasn't frantic or rushed, it was slow, hesitant at first, like he was still terrified he might break you, before deepening into something that felt like a quiet, desperate relief. It tasted like warmth, like the familiar scent of old books and chocolate, and the crackling fire of the common room. Every ounce of unspoken tension, every late night glance across the library, every pointlessly wasted word from the past week just melted away.
When he finally pulled back, his hands were still resting securely on your waist, keeping you flush against him. He looked down at you, a soft, incredibly rare, beautiful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Lily is going to be incredibly smug about this, you know" he murmured, his thumb lightly brushing against your hip.
You let out a genuine laugh, burying your face in his shoulder "Oh, God. Don't remind me. She's never going to let me hear the end of it"
You stayed like that for a long moment, your face hidden in the soft fabric of his sweater, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heart beneath your cheek. It felt surreal. Just an hour ago, you were crying your eyes out in a dark corner of the library, convinced that everything was ruined. Now, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, refusing to let go.
Remus rested his chin on the top of your head, his breath shifting your hair "We should probably sit down" he murmured, though his grip didn't loosen even a fraction "Before my legs completely give out from the shock"
You huffed a laugh against his chest, finally looking up at him "The great Marauder, taken down by a conversation"
"By you" he corrected gently, pulling back just enough to take your hand. His long fingers slid perfectly into the spaces between yours, a natural fit that made your stomach do that familiar, dizzying flip, only this time, the anxiety was completely gone
He led you over to the very same sofa where it had all gone wrong a few nights ago. But as you sat down, the atmosphere was entirely different. Remus didn't sit on the far edge this time. He pulled you right along with him, tucking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You curled your legs up onto the cushions, resting your head back on his shoulder.
The silence that settled over the common room now was warm, heavy, and incredibly safe.
"I kept looking at your spot in the library today" Remus admitted quietly, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your upper arm "James kept kicking me under the table because I was staring so much. He told me I looked like a pathetic, kicked puppy"
"You were being pathetic" you pointed out, a small smile playing on your lips "And Lily caught me. She knew exactly what was happening"
"Of course she did. Evans sees everything" Remus let out a soft sigh, his fingers pausing their movement to gently squeeze your arm "I'm sorry I made you cry, Y/n. When I saw you walk in just now...your eyes were all red, and I realized I did exactly what I was trying to prevent. I hurt you anyway"
You shifted slightly, looking up at his profile in the firelight "You didn't break me, Remus. The only thing that was hurting was the thought that you didn't care"
He turned his head, eyes dropping to yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch "I care so much it terrifies me" he whispered "It's always been you. Even when I was trying my hardest to convince myself it was just a stupid crush that would pass. It never did."
Your heart swelled, warmth spreading through your chest. You reached up, your fingers lightly tracing the faint, pale scar that ran across his jawline. He didn't flinch away from your touch this time, instead, he leaned into it, closing his eyes for a brief second.
"Good" you murmured "Because I'm not going anywhere"
Remus smiled, that sweet, slightly lopsided smile that always made your knees weak. He leaned down and kissed you again, sweet and lingering, before pulling back with a sudden, thoughtful look on his face.
"What?" you asked, noticing the shift
"I just realized something" he said, a touch of his usual dry humor returning to his voice "If we're... whatever we are now..."
"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" you offered, your cheeks warming up at the words
"Yeah," he smiled, the word clearly tasting good on his tongue. "If we're boyfriend and girlfriend, it means Sirius is going to find out. And he's going to be absolutely insufferable"
You groaned, burying your face in his neck as the realization hit you. "Oh, no. He's going to make a speech at breakfast, isn't he?"
"Worse" Remus chuckled, his arm tightening around you as his chest shook with laughter "He's probably going to try and give me 'the talk' about respecting you, as if he isn't the one who sets curtains on fire for fun. We might have to stay in this common room forever”
"Deal" you whispered, looking up to meet his eyes one more time, entirely content to stay right where you were "I'm perfectly fine right here”
hi, could you write a drabble with reader x remus where she rlly struggles with getting involved or going to hang out with people without explicitly being invited (just feeling really worried about being rejected) and he kind of reassures her and looks after her?
hi, thanks for this request! hope you enjoy, i generally don't write school-aged drabbles but thought this fit the best.
summary: your fear of being rejected stops you from joining your friends, but remus reassures you
remus x fem! reader (implied early stages romance)
Sitting by one of the fireplaces in the Gryffindor common room, you’re wondering how many of the people around you have exchanged glances over the top of your head. You can almost feel judgement thickening the air, raised eyebrows and confused smiles that ask why is she even here? To be honest, the only reason that you haven’t moved away is that you were technically sitting here first, and the rest of them milled in and took their spots nearby- then again, was it purposeful, your taking a place on one of the sofas they often use? In hindsight it’s just embarrassing. They must be assuming that you sat down just so they’d have no choice but to talk to you.
You know you’re expecting the worst of this group, none of whom particularly deserve it. The flock of seventh-years surrounding you are generally a good bunch; Lily, Sirius, Marlene, Mary, Peter, James, Remus, and Dorcas,. You want to be one of them more than you want most other things, which is somewhat pathetic and completely obvious in the way you’re always hanging around. They may all be lovely, and your friends (to some extent), but you know how irritating it can be if there’s always someone not quite in the group hanging around.
You should leave. Get up and make some comment about homework, or whatever, and wait for absolutely nobody to stop you. It’s kinder to everybody. Isn’t it?
Lost in your thoughts, you miss what Lily says next, and then they’re all getting to their feet. You give what you hope is a casual smile, simultaneously relieved of your spiralling and disappointed that they’re fulfilling your expectations.
There’s a tap on your shoulder- Remus, your favourite, whose hair has grown out over Christmas and now curls over his ears. He seems to get taller and lovelier with every passing moment. It’s difficult to make eye contact.
“We’re heading to the greenhouses, did you hear?” He says quietly, hand stilling instead of pulling away. You press your lips together and nod, carefully hiding any sort of misplaced hurt. It’s not as if you’re entitled to an invitation.
“Alright, I’ll see you later!” Too enthusiastic.
His brows pinch together. “You’re not coming?”
You look up at the others, who are collecting scarves and bags on their way to the portrait-hole. How can you admit to Remus that you don’t think they want you along? How can you tell him, anyone, that you’re far too afraid of being made fun of, or becoming a joke within their tight-knit group, to risk it?
“Oh, I don’t know. I have heaps of homework.”
“You do?” He raises his eyebrows. You feel caught, despite not having been accused of any sort of lie. “I thought you finished it all yesterday.”
You’d been studying when he and Lily joined you, and all day you’ve been wondering why they chose to. You probably put a but too much value on people choosing to sit next to you in class or during study; it’s unlikely that it was more than an absence of other free tables.
“...Some, yeah. And I wouldn’t want to- you know, I wouldn’t…” You trail off and give an awkward laugh. Remus’ gentle expression is making the inside of your mouth hurt.
“What?”
You’re not used to your excuses mattering so much. Mostly, you mutter something and disappear to your dorm in time to avoid any drama. Is he feeling guilty, awkward about having made plans as a group in front of someone else? You cringe at the notion of Remus realising how friendless you probably are, of his pity.
You know it’s your own fault for being like this. You’ve had friends in the past- cool, funny, popular, attractive- who frequently left you out on purpose. A drunken conversation in fifth year revealed that you were tolerable at best, a joke at worst. Always pushing in and so desperate for invitations that to extend them could only be ironic.
You think about that more often than you should. You’re constantly hyperaware of how tolerable you are, sure that you’ll say or do something which will make everyone else realise exactly why you’re not in any particular group. You can’t let that happen yet with all these people, so full of love for one another that even proximity to them feels like the experience of it. Still, they’re teenagers. Judgement is an automatic response, and Remus is clever in the way he jokes. He’ll retell this conversation to roaring laughter if you reveal too much- not that he’s ever unkind, but you sort of invite a bad impression, you think.
“Right,” He nods, glancing downwards. You think you’ve won (as much as you can win, here) until he turns to James and Peter and says, “I think we’re going to stay here. Bit chilly.”
What?
James frowns, making a sound of protest. “Moony!” His eyes fall to you next, and you look away, guilty and embarrassed. You’d never even considered that pity would drive Remus to actually stay here, and now they’ll all hate you. Nice job, very well handled.
Marlene is next. “‘Cas has just finished growing the Alihotsy plant, though. We’re all going.”
“It’s been weeks since we all had the evening off- or at least, since Potter and Black didn’t have a detention each,” Lily reasons more kindly. She receives twin protests from the boys on either side of her, but remains unbothered, adding, “It’d be nice to spend a bit more time as a group.”
You’re awfully close to tears. All you’d wanted was to relieve them of yourself, to retreat to your room and wait until somebody explicitly invited you somewhere (if ever), and now you’ve gone and ruined everybody’s evening. You turn to Remus, more urgent than is likely normal. “Please just go with them,” You say softly, aware that your voice is all wobbly. “I’m just going to go to bed, I don’t want to interrupt all of you catching up. Please, it’s really okay.”
There’s a brief silence that spans the entire crowd. They’ve all heard, are all likely attempting not to laugh. Remus is giving you an awful look.
“...Are you okay, lovely?” Mary asks. You can’t look at her, can’t look at any of them, but you’ve always been alright at masking emotion in your voice when you really try. You force something like a smile.
“Yes! Yes, completely fine, I’m only tired. Post-holiday blues, maybe.” You laugh and it sounds terrible. “I’ve really only got to go to bed. You all have fun!”
Silence again.
“We might join you all in a bit,” Remus says firmly. There are a few worried noises of assent, and they all head off. Now, you do see them looking at one another, frowning and looking upset. Poor Remus, you imagine them saying on their way to the greenhouses, stuck looking after her while we all escape.
Remus asks you to sit down again three times before you agree, still rather set on going to bed so you won’t cry in front of the entire common-room.
“What’s making you so upset?” He asks softly, once he’s finally detained you. You blink quickly and cast a glance around at the other students in the common-room, afraid to embarrass yourself more than you already have, but he’s quick to assuage the fear. “I cast a muffliato when James began talking about the Alihotsy prank- ages ago. Nobody’s heard anything, I promise.”
You swallow harshly. “Oh. Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so- so-”
“If I could,” Remus says, firm but kind, “This will be a lot easier if we can get to the problem, here, rather than whatever you think you’ve done wrong.”
“I- right. Okay. Um,” You stammer. “They’re not really mutually exclusive.”
“Why don’t you want to come? Did somebody say something hurtful?”
You look at him, slightly startled. “What? It’s not that I don’t want to.”
Remus seems perplexed, looking the way he does when he’s working out a particularly difficult exam question. “No?”
“No.” You twist your fingers together so tightly that they hurt. “No, it sounds fun, it just… it’s not as if I’m going to demand to be brought along, am I?” The joke falls flat. You think you already knew it would, but it’s still a bit embarrassing to laugh and be met with a concerned frown.
You take a few longer breaths. You can fix this. You have to fix this.
“Look, it’s kind of you to stay here, but like Lily said- you all have the night off. It’s really not so bad not to spend it as a group. I want you to go, really.” The next smile is easier. You’ve done this before, convinced people not to feel bad for you.
“Why would you need to demand to be brought along?” Remus asks. “We made the plans while you were right here.”
“You all made plans together,” You explain slowly. “You know, having an evening to yourselves and that sort of thing. There’s no need for- you know, I’m honestly just tired. That’s probably why I’ve reacted so oddly, it’s my own fault.”
Remus looks at you for a long while, so intent that your skin gets prickly and uncomfortable. Eventually, he speaks, quiet and considered. “...You haven’t acted oddly if that’s how you’ve been feeling.”
“Tired?”
“No, excluded.” He says gently. “You really didn’t know you were invited?”
You don’t answer with more than silence, and he sighs.
“You were. You’re always invited, dove, of course you are.”
Trying not to get to hung up on impossibilities, you shake your head quickly. “It’d be a bit rude to assume that.”
“It wouldn’t.” Remus replies immediately. Then, “Dove, what are we going to do with you?” Entirely too much to comprehend. You’re glad he goes on. “Would you look at me for a moment, please?”
You want to ask him why, or refuse, or run up to your dormitory, but you do as he says. You wonder if he knows that he could ask you to do almost anything and you’d say yes, if he’ll only keep looking at you with his coffee-coloured eyes.
“All of us- we want you to come along, wherever we are. You’re important to lots of people. Do you understand that?”
“I- I just don’t want to push myself in.” You say, mortified.
“You aren’t. You’re being pulled, if anything, yeah?” His lips quirk. “When Lily said those things about spending time as a group, she meant you, too. If somebody said something that made you think otherwise, I’ll-”
“Nobody said anything,” You tell him feebly. This is all rather a lot to take in. “I think… maybe it’s more that nobody’s said I am invited, or a part of- I don’t know, it’s all sort of stupid.”
“No it’s not,” Remus disagrees. He pinches your chin quickly between thumb and forefinger, frowning again. Mary once commented that Remus would look sixty by the time you all left school, with all his worrying wrinkles. “Not stupid, but it’s not very kind to yourself, either. Why shouldn’t we want you around?”
You open your mouth and close it at his raised eyebrow. “Rhetorical question?”
“Rhetorical question.” He confirms amusedly. “There’s no point arguing, because we do. I do. I wish you wouldn’t think otherwise.”
“I’ve only been friends with all of you for a little while, though. You’ve all been mates since first-year.”
At that, Remus outright scoffs. “Have we, now?”
You shrug.
“James and Lily always liked each other, then? Dorcas didn’t only just start hanging around us as well?” You look down, and he sighs. “However long everybody’s known one another, the most important bit is that we all like each other, yeah? It wouldn’t matter whether we became mates at eleven or two days ago- we’re friends. Or- you know.”
You definitely don’t know, but you’re going red anyway. He was definitely talking about Lily and James- that’s all he meant by ‘you know’. Isn’t it?
Remus scratches the back of his head, quiet for another second. Then, “...Why don’t we go down to the greenhouses? We’ll stick together the whole time, you’ll not be sat by yourself again.”
“I don’t want to make you babysit.”
Remus tsks, expression becoming sterner for a moment. “Don’t think that way about yourself. I’m asking because I want you to come- it’s not worth going if you aren’t there.”
The long moment it takes for you to decipher whether he’s only being nice or if that’s the truth is enough for Remus to decide that you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Tugging you to your feet, and seeming taller than ever with your proximity, he winds his own scarf around your neck and pushes some hair behind your hear. You let him, mostly because you’re too surprised to do anything about it.
“Let’s go, before they all decide to try some of the Alihotsy themselves. Gloves?”
You manage a nervous giggle, putting your mittens on when he hands them to you. “Thanks.”
“That’s alright. Come on,” He gives you a crooked sort of smile. It’s sometimes difficult to tell if Remus is aware how good-looking he is.
The entire group are far too enthusiastic at yours and Remus’ arrival fifteen minutes later, given the fact that it’s hardly been half an hour since they left. Either way, you’re quickly pulled into a squabble between Lily and James about- as Remus predicted- the logic of trying some Alihotsy for themselves.
“Thank Merlin you came, you’re the only one who won’t be completely daft about this!” Lily says, linking her arm in yours. You smile before catching Remus’ eye and looking down, feeling yourself flush. Smug bastard, you think fondly.
It’s an entire two hours before everyone heads back up to the castle, having thoroughly violated curfew but without (to James and Sirius’ chagrin) having tested any of the plant which would induce hysterical laughter. You find yourself walking beside the tallest of the group in comfortable silence, a few steps behind the rest.
“Thanks for making me come with you,” You say, perhaps a little more earnestly than you ought. “It was really nice.”
“‘Course, dove.” You look up at Remus to find he’s already looking at you. He clears his throat, glancing over at Sirius and Marlene where they’re pretending to push each other into the snow. It’s likely to end in one of them following through and the other swearing eternal hatred. “We’re all glad you came along. Could even make a habit of it.”
You exhale a laugh. “Maybe.”
He gives you a sideways look. “Oh, ‘maybe’, is it?”
“...Conceivably?” You grin, darting away when he grabs at you and sort of wishing you’d stayed still just to see what he’d do. Remus fixes you with a teasing glare.
“Watch it, sweetheart.”
You blink, choking on words for a minute. Sweetheart? Sweetheart!? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheartsweetheartsweetheartsweetheart-
“You alright?”
“Yeah!” You say, too quickly. Remus misreads your flusteredness as something else and softens, taking hold of your sleeve and tugging you towards him. You go easily.
“If it’ll help,” He says thoughtfully, “You can ask me if you’re invited to things. Or I’ll just tell you. Then you won’t have to go to the trouble of assuming either way.”
You like him so, so much. “That’s really nice of you, Remus.”
“Eh,” He shrugs. “You know me.”
Now, it’s harder not to smile than anything else. “I don’t want you to go to any trouble. It’s really my problem, I shouldn’t-”
“Enough,” He interrupts gently. “Just say yes, dove, if it’ll help. I won’t be unhappy either way.”There are several places within you, the more unkind parts, that say accepting his offer would be like accepting pity. But there are also places that are warmed at the thought, that remember how people reacted when you arrived in the greenhouse, that can start imagining a reality wherein nobody hated your presence by the sofas tonight, and those bits win the argument for the first time in a very long time. You look up at Remus, his soft eyes and fluffy hair dusted with snow, and nod.
Summary: Fox Animagus!Reader falls in love with Remus after waking up next to him in the hospital wing...
Warnings: Mentions of injuries and scars, reader is fem presenting and referred to with she/her pronouns, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst, only one mention of the other Marauders
Word Count: 1.1K
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Streams of light trickled down your face, soft skin slick with sweat that reflected the natural glow beaming from the window above. A beating pulse ran through your head, only worsening with every slight move you made to sit up in a bed that wasn’t your own.
You groaned at the feeling of hospital sheets weighing your body down, cascading down your form to pool around your hips as you straightened your back to stretch.
Your body ached with harsh evidence of the night before, and a pained cry bounced around the walls as you twisted and turned. A cry that was not your own.
Blinking once, twice, you turned your attention to the figure sat beside you, positioned to mirror you in a bed adorned with thin sheets that had crumpled under the weight of a restless sleep.
Remus Lupin stared wide-eyed at your torn body after stretching a muscle or two, gaze flickering from your face to the scars trailing down your back. You observed him with a similar curiosity, memorising every cut and tear blessing his soft skin.
“Seems we both got into some trouble, then…” you mused, voice laced with the remnants of sleep. The Gryffindor gazed at you with a shy blush dancing on each cheek, smiling bashfully despite his aching pains.
His gaze fell below yours once again, eyes growing wider before looking away towards his own torso. You followed his previous stare with a puzzled expression before grabbing at the sheets around you to cover your exposed bra, blushing in a deep embarrassment that Remus could only describe as endearing.
“I suppose you also…transform?” He said cautiously, careful to not expose himself as an Animagus if he misjudged you. “Yeah I- transform,” you responded with his own word choice, “Though sometimes I can’t control it, last night wasn’t meant to happen…” you trailed off.
He gave you a pitiful smile, shifting to face you while stretching his arm behind his neck, “I know what you mean, I transform every full moon…” he hints.
Remus was a quiet, caring boy, completely unlike his Animagus form. You had spoken a handful of times before about your shared love for Defence Against the Dark Arts. You had clearly underestimated your overwhelming similarities that you unpicked like the sleeves of an unraveling sweater over the unlikely pillow talk that followed your chance encounter.
You quickly discovered that you were the sly, red fox to his dark, brooding wolf, a fact that made you all the more drawn to the boy. You carefully moved to sit on his hospital bed despite your growing pains, whispering in soft understanding as you both awaited Madam Pomfrey’s dotting care.
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A few months later and the leaves have shifted to a golden hue since that bright summer’s morning, only visible under the full moon. You stalked through the forbidden forest, walking in line with Remus’ large dorm.
Aching from a night of battles and mischief, your sleek auburn body began to shift uncomfortably in your pace as you found yourself becoming more human by the minute.
You had grown all but inseparable with the werewolf after that fateful morning, quickly falling into a comfortable routine of tracing each other’s scars while muttering praises of admiration.
The bright moon illuminated your path, your boyfriend’s fierce eyes softened with a lidded gaze under the rays of light.
The sun threatened to tip over the horizon in a mere few hours as you slunk home side by side with the strong wolf. You fought back sleep, foxy red hair shining in Hogwarts’ glow as you clambered along the stone path.
You had never longed for the awkward feeling of hospital fabrics across your aching body as much as you did on this tiring night. Your monthly visits to hospital beds were no longer lonely as you entered hand in hand with the tall boy every time, relaxing under the cooling touch of mattress to skin.
Fully transformed and gripping the walls of the castle, you groaned as you began to sulk in the direction of Madam Pomfrey, as you had done every other treacherous night out.
“L-love, wait a minute,” Remus called in a stutter, “why don’t we just tend to ourselves tonight?”
Stopping in your tracks, you pondered his proposition for a moment, head aching as you turned to look between your boyfriend and the entrance to the hospital wing further down the hall.
“I’ll fix you up while you tend to me. We…we can fall asleep in each other’s arms, just for one night,” he continued to hiss and groan, holding his side with one hand while reaching for you with the other, “Like a- a normal couple…”
Silently, you nodded at the pleading boy with a pained smile, moving into lean against his tall body, adorned with scars. You limped in tow towards the Gryffindor dorms, contact unwavering at his decorated side.
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The door to the Marauder’s dorm closed with a soft thud, Remus making sure to not alert his roommates to your arrival.
You tossed yourself onto his bed, closing the surrounding curtains as Remus fetched various remedies from his desk. He slid between the fabric enclosure as you muttered a silencing charm before letting out a pained sigh.
Remus made quick work of your wounds, applying ointment to your bare back before you did the same. The night air pushed a refreshing breeze through the dorm’s open window that shifted the fabric surrounding you like waves over land.
Overwhelmed with relief from the mutual healing, you pushed yourself down to splay across the bed, joining your boyfriend with your head to his pillow.
“We are a normal couple, you know,” you murmured, “well, as normal as we can get. Hospital wing visits will never change that.” Remus gazed into your glossy eyes, slick with sleep. “I know, love, I know. It’s just- nights like these make me want to fall asleep with my girl in my arms, like real people do…”
You hummed at his reply, lips forming a soft smile as you inched closer to the werewolf. “We are real. This is real.” You planted a delicate kiss to his pink lips, his eyes fluttering closed at the contact, in sync with your own.
“This is real.”
You encircled his legs with your own, blending your face with his chest and your hands with the back of his neck. He nuzzled into your hair, muttering sweet nothings as you drifted to sleep.
“I love you, sweet fox,” he spoke softly, only to be met with the quiet snores of his sleeping girlfriend, before joining you in slumber.
Summary: Remus x Potter!twinReader: You and Remus have a secret relationship behind your twin brother's back
Word Count: 2.9k
CW: swearing, kissing, allusions to hooking up/fwb, nothing bad really.
The bathroom counter was so cold, biting into the backs of your thighs, so at odds with the warmth radiating off of Remus between them. Here you sat, propped next to your bathroom’s sink in your childhood home with your twin brother’s best friend gripping your waist, mouths melting together, tongues exploring each other.
You pulled away, panting and breathless, noting the mirror starting to fog from your steamy impromptu make out session. The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sounds of your breaths intertwining together and the moonlight bouncing off the tiles, illuminating the whole room and casting a blueish hue across both your faces.
“You need to get back.” you whispered, barely audible, but just enough for Remus to hear.
Remus groaned. “Just a few more minutes.” He replied before diving back in for another taste of your lips.
The whole situation was frankly absurd, given that said brother was just down the hall, along with your parents who were asleep downstairs.
James had invited Remus and Sirius to stay at your home after your first year together in university. The both of you decided to attend the same college, both getting a full ride scholarship, James for sports and you for academics.
Arriving at the school, James was placed in a dorm with Sirius and Remus, clicking instantly and becoming the best of friends. You of course made friends with your dormmates as well, Lily and Mary were some of your best friends now.
And well, you don’t really remember when it started, but there was always a feeling between you and Remus. When you first met him, you thought he was incredibly attractive; tall, handsome, fit, smart. But you pushed it to the back of your head, not intending on starting anything with someone who shared a room with your brother.
That was until you knocked on their dorm room door one night late into the spring semester, just wanting to hang out with your brother and his friends, but you found that it was only Remus. James was out at practice and Sirius was out with some girl.
He told you James wasn't back yet and you apologised for disturbing him, saying you’d come back later, but he stopped you, saying that you were welcome to hang out with him until James got back.
You entered the dorm room, he ushered you to sit on his bed with him and well… after making some small talk about school and tv shows you were watching and albums you were into at the moment, the feeling took over and before you knew it, he was kissing you, and you were kissing him. It was so wrong, you knew it, but it felt so right.
From then on, you two snuck around, becoming a sort of secret friends with benefits situation, only it felt like more. It felt real, like a relationship. You two connected and bonded, talking for hours on end, mostly hiding out in your dorm room and away from James. You texted at all times of the day, you spent all your free time outside of studying and classes glued to your phone screen, blushing when his name popped up. He made you laugh and he understood you like no one else. You would call it a relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that you were hiding it. Having small moments in privacy, just in case, never going on dates, always careful about how you spent your alone time together.
And now, James insisted that his two best friends from school come and stay for the summer at yours. Not knowing that it was both a blessing and a curse; you got to see Remus everyday, hanging out all together without it being obvious, but not in the way you wanted. You wanted to be openly kissing Remus, sleeping in the same bed, cuddling on the couch during movie nights. It was torture.
You only got moments like these, stolen away and hidden with the cover of night. He would sneak over to your room each night to have some much needed one on one time with you before stalking off back to James’s room.
You knew that this wasn’t a permanent solution, that you both couldn’t continue on like this. It either had to end soon, or you had to buck up and finally tell James, because sneaking around and constantly looking over your shoulder was starting to wear on you both.
You were about to make your thoughts known when you were suddenly blinded. Remus pulled back instantly, you hissed at the sudden pain and were confused as to what just happened. You blinked a few times getting used to the brightness now enveloping the bathroom, and looked to the source of the light.
Standing by the switch, jaw hanging open and looking mortified, stood Sirius in his pajama pants and faded tshirt. “What the fuck,” he said, his voice soft, as if he had stumbled upon a horrifying sight, something he was never supposed to see. And well, he wasn’t supposed to see this.
You and Remus stared at him for a beat, then quickly thinking, Remus pulled him into the bathroom with you, shutting the door behind him quickly but quietly so as to not cause any more commotion.
“What the actual fuck.” Sirius continued on stammering, the only thing he could get out was “What the fuck.” His brain was short circuiting.
“Sirius, calm down.” you said, still trying to keep your voice down.
“You two are some sick bastards.” Sirius spoke over you, ignoring you entirely.
“Sirius-” Remus tried but Sirius wasn’t letting either of you get a word in.
“This is incest!” Sirius declared, his horrified look on his face was met with the confused ones on yours and Remus’s.
Remus looked at you, baffled, then back to his friend. “We’re not related.” he said, motioning between you and him.
“Oh,” Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly, “so that makes it okay?”
“Well it makes it not incest.” Remus was at a loss for words for his friend in the middle of his freak out in the now overly crowded bathroom.
“Sirius, listen, you can’t tell-” you attempted to calm him down but were interrupted yet again.
“Quiet you.” He commanded.
It was your turn now to be baffled. What was happening? Did he just tell you to shut up in your own goddamn house?
“We are basically like brothers.” Sirius said, talking about the relationship between the three of the boys. “How could you?” You were rolling your eyes back into your skull. James was your actual brother.
“Listen to me,” you demanded from Sirius. He surprisingly listened, maybe because you raised your voice slightly above the whisper tone you had maintained. “James doesn’t know. And you can’t be the one to tell him.”
Sirius stood there, mouth agape. “I have to tell him,” he whined, turning to Remus, “you know I can’t keep secrets. Don’t do this to me.”
“We’re gonna tell him,” Remus said, looking to you for confirmation. You gave him a small nod. You were gonna tell him, preferably much, much later down the road, but now with Sirius in the know, there had to be a change of plans and those plans all now rested on Sirius ‘Can’t-Keep-His-Mouth-Shut’ Black.
And thus began your attempts at trying to make James realize something was up without coming outright and telling him.
Little did you know, your brother was quite oblivious to this sort of thing. You and Remus tried, you really did. You didn’t think you were being subtle in the slightest.
In the mornings, after the boys would emerge from James’s room that they were all sharing, Remus would sit in the spot next to you at the breakfast table. He poured you and only you orange juice, saved you the pancakes with the most chocolate chips, gave you the freshest pieces of fruit onto your plate. And while this was lovely and thoughtful of him, you were gonna have to step it up if you wanted James to notice, these acts were just normal, gentlemanly things that Remus would seemingly do otherwise.
When the four of you walked down to the nearby town, heading to grab snacks for a movie night, Remus wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side as you walked along the cobblestone roads. Sirius eyed the two of you, noting it but saying nothing. James did notice however, a little after you arrived in town.
“I told you to wear a jacket.” He stated, rolling his eyes and unzipping the red jacket he wore, throwing it to you. “You don’t have to pester Moony to keep you warm, you know.” He then turned and walked in front of you with Sirius, leading the way to the store.
Your palm met your forehead and you carried the jacket in your arms the whole way back to your house.
The next attempt was more scandalous, you cozied up to Remus on the sofa in front of your tv, ready to watch the movies you had picked out earlier and eat the snacks you set out to grab just hours before. Remus sat with his arm around you, resting on the back of the couch. You curled up next to him and made yourself comfortable, so close, all but crawling into his lap.
Just as you reached for a blanket to keep you warm throughout the night, James’s hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you off the couch, your body hitting the carpeted floor below.
“James, what the hell!” you yelped, rubbing where your shoulder collided with the ground.
“You were in my spot.” he said, casually taking your place next to Remus, popcorn bowl in hand.
You and James had long fought over whose spot that was on the couch since you were children, and apparently that war was still ongoing.
You looked to Remus who looked like he was trying not to laugh, rolling your eyes at the boys, huffing, then moving to the other side of the couch, the place you often had to sit when James won the battle for the middle seat, just as he had now.
The next small act was when the four of you were getting ready for bed, fighting for room in the bathroom to brush your teeth. It was a mess of limbs bumping into one another and shoving to get to spit in the sink.
You threatened to spit on Sirius if he didn’t move out of the way and stop gawking at himself in the mirror.
To think, you and Remus were making out on this very counter just 24 hours ago and your brother was none the wiser.
Once you were all finished and the chaos was over, you bid the boys goodnight, turning to walk down the hall to your room. Remus caught you before you could get too far. You turned to face him.
The other two boys were waiting at the end of the hallway for him, there was nothing he could do. He wanted more than anything to kiss you goodnight. Well, he really wanted to be going to bed with you.
He stood there for an awkward beat, then patted your head, ruffling your hair slightly. It may have looked like nothing, like friendly affection, but it was all you could get right now, so you would take it gladly.
“Goodnight,” He said before heading down the hall where Sirius and James waited for him.
Sirius rolled his eyes, but you could see the confusion on James’s face. You paused before entering your room, hearing James ask “How come you don’t pet my head like that?,” as Remus sighed and closed the door.
You laid in your bed awake for most of that night, tossing and turning and worrying about how to approach the topic with James. How would he react? Should you even tell him? Of course you should, not just because Remus is his roommate and best friend, but because you and James tell each other almost everything. You would say he was your best friend if it weren’t for the fact that he was your twin brother, you were just close. Closer than any friends or siblings, you were both.
The next day, you decided that you were going to tell him, maybe sit him down privately or something, you were kind of just playing it by ear. How else were you supposed to bring up such an awkward topic?
You had your loose plan, and thought that it would come up naturally until…
You were all playing video games together, lounging around and taunting one another as James won for the fourth time in a row in Mario Kart.
You sighed as they paused the game, standing and walking to the kitchen for a drink and maybe a snack. You announced as much to the boys, James and Sirius just waved you off, but Remus called after you.
“Oh can you grab me one too, baby?”
You paused, turning slowly toward Remus. Remus grimaced, tension thick in the air as both Sirius and James both fell silent.
“Baby?,” James aksed, his brows knit together and a confused smile plastered on his face. “Why are you calling her ‘baby’?”
Jesus Christ. This was not how you wanted to deal with this situation but oh well, here we go. You opened your mouth to speak, but the voice that filled the air was not yours.
“BECAUSE THEY'RE DATING!” Sirius yelped, then instantly covering his mouth. The room fell silent again, tension overflowing.
James thought it was a joke at first, but then neither you nor Remus were laughing and neither of you were denying it, just looking at each other wide eyed. He looked between the both of you, and then to Sirius who looked horrified that he just said that out loud. As he should be, you knew where he was sleeping for the foreseeable future and he was going to have to atone for this.
“Wait what? Is that true?” James asked cautiously.
“Yes…” Remus said, testing the waters looking up at the ceiling to avoid James's burning gaze.
It only took a moment before James was speaking again, thinking for a beat as to what to say and how to react. “My sister?,” he said, voice raising a bit. Not good. “My sister, what?”
James didn’t know what to do, and you didn't either, you didn’t know if you should ease the situation or maybe lie about it not being true just so that James wouldn’t freak out.
“And you,” James said, turning his attention to you now, “you just had to go for my roommate?” He started pacing, hands threading through his messy hair. “You know there's like a thousand other guys on campus you could have gone for but my roommate-”
“James is dating Lily!” Sirius blurted out once again.
You paused. Both you and Remus turned to Sirius, James standing with his mouth hanging open, cut off mid sentence to be betrayed by his best friend.
You stood there smug, arms crossing over your chest. James the one avoiding eye contact now.
“Oh, my roommate huh?,” You asked condescendingly, that asshole just tried scolding you for something he too was doing; dating a roommate of their twin’s. “You wanna keep lecturing me now or do you wanna shut your mouth?”
“This is completely different.” He countered. How wrong he was, it was quite literally the exact same thing.
“Is not!” you shot back, falling into an argument that sounded a lot like the ones you had growing up with him.
James shook his head, pointing at Remus, trying to turn the attention back on the two of you and take the heat off of him. “No, no. We are circling back to you dating my little sister.” Remus put his hands up in defence.
“By five minutes!” you argued, your voice the one rising now. You were fully ready, fully intent on standing your ground and arguing with your brother, but before you could continue on, Sirius interrupted yet again.
“I’M DATING MARY!” he shouted. He obviously was uncomfortable in this situation.
You all three looked at Sirius baffled. You looked at James, all the fighting shocked out of both of you. What the hell was actually going on right now?
“I told you I can't keep all these secrets,” Sirius whined, hands coming to hide his face, “I thought my head was gonna explode.”
“Ok fine,” you started, sighing, “I won't say anything about you and Lily, if you don't say anything about me and Remus, deal?”
James thought for a moment, internal battle obvious on his features. “Deal.” he huffed.
Sirius sighed in relief, relaxing back in his seat. “Good, all is right in the world.”
“You really are shit at keeping secrets.” Remus laughed.
“Hey!” he chuckled himself, “I had too many to keep and I felt bad about spilling yours, so I had to even it out by spilling James’s as well. And then I panicked and spilled mine.”
How very strange, one of your roommates is dating your brother whose roommate is dating you and both you and your brother's other roommates are dating each other. This confusing web is going to have to be left alone for now. You’re just glad James didn’t overreact. Well, not too bad anyways.
“So you’re dating Mary?” You asked calmly to Sirius who smirked and nodded. You grabbed a nearby throw pillow and chucked it at him, it hit directly on target and bounced off onto the ground.
“Oi! What the hell!” he yelled.
“Oh but it was basically incest when I was kissing Remus!” You yelled back.
James perked up at this revelation. “KISSING!? YOU WERE KISSING MY SISTER!?”
this is so stupid and cute. also this is taken from that scene in derry girls when michelle catches erin and james. kissing, i just though it was fitting.
Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius can’t take your eyes off Rem, Rem can’t take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!
Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and you’ve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you can’t paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.
♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut
“So?” Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, “would you do it?”
“Pretty please?” you asked with a small pout and a few blinks.
Remus sighed, “Why don’t you just paint each other?”
Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now.
“We can’t do someone we’ve fucked,” Sirius said with a sigh, “We’d already done it otherwise.”
“Just use each other and draw a face from a magazine,” Remus offered.
“It won’t work either,” you responded now, “We’ve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.”
Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts.
He sighed, “Ask James?”
“Regulus’ gonna do James,” Sirius responded, “He was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.”
“We wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t need you, please Moony!”
Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. “Okay,” he whispered.
“Wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning.
He nodded, “But you’ll owe me, big one.”
You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.
“Anything for Moony,” Sirius added.
Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either.
“You think he’ll come?” you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day.
“He’ll come, luv. Don’t worry about it.”
You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldn’t want to anymore.
You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, “I brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.”
You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an “I told you so look”.
Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, “and then I couldn’t find the room, this place is a bloody maze.”
Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. “We arrived late to our first class,” Sirius said. “The teacher told us we’d have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, that’s how we met.”
“I know,” Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didn’t shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldn’t shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group.
Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. “We’ve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt you’d want someone walking in on you.”
Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. “You brought the sheet?”
“On my bag,” he said as he nodded to the side.
“Kay,” you said as you leaned down to get it.
“You may start changing Moons,” Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before.
He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friend’s muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it.
You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasn’t into either of you, if only you knew.
Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further.
“We’ll do mine first,” Remus explained, at least my sketch, Sirius’ next and then we’ll alternate.
“You’ll do different poses?” Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all.
“Yeah,” you responded as you got a hold of yourself. “We are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.”
Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, he’d gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to “play with it” but accidentally grabbed him from the part he’d been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didn’t want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden.
There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. “I got this for you,” you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. “You’ll be holding in both of your arms, it’s like a recreation of an older painting,” you explained.
Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius.
You pulled the basket in your hands again, “Kind of like this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remus’ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup.
“Our concept is based on gods, she’s going for Bacchus,” he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. “She wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.”
Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. “And yours?” he asked.
“Eros and Psyche,” Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head.
“And Psyche?”
“Don’t worry your pretty head with it yet,” Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return.
You were looking at the two of them with a smile, you’d always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other.
Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. “Would you help me pose him?” You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right.
Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet he’d brought from his backpack.
“Time to take them off, mate,” he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didn’t quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way.
But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand –and boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.
Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.
“It's not too heavy is it?”
“Not right now,” Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remus’ bare back and traced his fingers over his friend’s muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck.
“Relax,” he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remus’ skin burned at his touch. “Lean your head back a little bit, would you?” Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. “A little bit more,” Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boy’s neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased.
“Hey Angel,” he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, “Is this all right?”
“Come here,” you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. “What do you think? Isn’t he a little too stiff?”
“Yeah,” Sirius responded.
“Thought so,” you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. “Close your eyes, would you?” you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. “Take a deep breath for me, good, that’s good… Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone.
“You mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.” Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. “You said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.”
“It started snowing,” Remus said softly.
You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him.
“There you go,” you said with a smile. “Much better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?” you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek.
“Comfortable?” Sirius teased.
Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. “Stop teasing him, he’ll tense again,” you scolded. Remus couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas.
“You’re getting the proportions wrong,” Sirius said. “His hand is bigger than that.”
You grumbled in return, “I know! I just–“ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. “I can’t get it to work out.”
“Want help?”
“You can’t keep helping me when I don’t get the hands right…”
“Why not? You always help me with light and shadow, you’re an expert.”
You sighed, “It’s not the same Sirius.”
“Yes it is,” he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. “Come on, loosen up.”
Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you.
Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. “Do you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?” he asked.
You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, “I’ll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.”
He nodded, “Okay, get ready, I’ll work on the canvas.”
You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. “Cold?” you asked, “we can turn off the AC.” He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he won’t have to worry too much about that.
You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasn’t until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. “Sirius, If you’re painting her, can I leave?”
“Of course not,” Sirius said simply, “I’m painting the both of you.”
“You what?”
“Eros and Psyche, remember?”
“But you said you couldn’t paint people you’ve fucked,” he retorted in a rather accusing manner.
“Yeah, that’s why I’ll switch her hair colour and you’ll cover her face.”
“You never said I’d have to pose with your naked girlfriend!”
“It’s okay Rem, I don’t mind, I’ve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.”
Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked.
But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.
You eyed Sirius, “Maybe we can–“ you started, biting your lip.
“Nonsense. We’re all adults, go on.”
You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way.
You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, If you really don’t want to do this-“
Remus’ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, “No, I– I just– I wasn’t mentally prepared.”
You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, “You can look,” you said, “you’re gonna see them anyway Rem.” He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldn’t quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted.
Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. “Go on with your painting, yeah?”
“You haven’t even posed,” he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, “where do you want me?”
Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didn’t want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, “Alright mate, time to lose the sheet,” he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remus’ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked.
You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?
“Okay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.” Remus did as told, “Now open your legs a little bit.” Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. “Please Rem,” he added, “I’ll show you mine and you’ll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? We’ve both seen plenty of dicks already.”
You were looking at Remus’ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friend’s cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you.
“You’ll be in between his legs, he’ll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?”
“Okay,” you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldn’t have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus.
Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldn’t have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage.
Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, “Luv, hide your head on his neck, okay?”
“Mhm,” you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand.
“Would you mind leaning in a little closer to him?”
You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment.
Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided you’d try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, “It's okay,” you whispered. “Sirius is way faster at sketching than me, he’ll be over in a second. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
“No, I’m sorry for making this so awkward,” he said softly. “I bet you are used to this and I’m making it weird.”
“Not really,” you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. “I’ve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.”
“You what?” Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldn’t keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves.
“I only agreed to Sirius’ pose when he proposed it because you’d be the male model. I don’t like modelling so close to other people.”
Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick.
“Luv, lean in a little closer would you?” Sirius asked.
Remus didn’t even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and that’s when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.
He is huge.
Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more.
“It’s okay,” you reassured, “It’s actually quite normal, you’d be surprised how many times it happens.”
Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick.
You could tell how much more tense he was now. “Do you want to take a break?”
“No,” he said quickly. “Let’s just get over with it.” The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his.
“Are you sure? You’re a lot more tense now, Moons,” you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it.
He shook his head, “No, it’s okay.”
“Remus–“ Sirius started.
“It won’t work,” he snapped a little harsher now.
Sirius’s perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. “Why not Moony?”
“Sorry?” He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder.
“Sirius, you’re making him more nervous,” you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back.
“No,” he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. “I want to know why it wouldn’t work.”
Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner.
“You don’t have to respond to that, Rem.”
“He does,” Sirius insisted.
Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. “You’re making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And you’re looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because you’ll make us do it again!”
Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk.
“Sirius,” you warned.
“No,” he said and focused on Remus again. “Remus, you think my girlfriend’s gorgeous?”
“Everyone thinks your girlfriend’s gorgeous.”
“No, Remus. Do you think she is?”
Remus avoided Sirius’ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut.
Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didn’t like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasn’t one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remus’ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, “I’m asking you something, Remus.”
Remus didn’t reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, “I’m asking because–” he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, “It’s okay of you do,” he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remus’ tense shoulder. Remus’s eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Sirius’s lips pressed against him again, “because we both have the hots for you as well,” Sirius mumbled against his skin.
Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.
Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, “don’t play with me, Black!” he warned, angry and steady.
“He’s not,” you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasn’t there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. “The question is, Remus, do you like us back?”
Remus’ breath was caught in his throat, he wasn’t sure what to respond, could he even?
“And what does that mean?”
You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, “It means we like hanging out with you,” you said softly and took a step towards him, “It means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.” You were dangerously close to him now, “It means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,” you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb.
“It means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,” Sirius said, also walking closer, “It means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.”
“Your dreams?” Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.
“Our dreams,” you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. “The question is, Remus–“ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. “Do you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?” you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did.
Sirius still hadn’t touched Remus, but he was standing so close he’d only have to lean in to kiss the boy’s neck. “I–“ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination.
Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other.
“It is real, Remus,” you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remus’ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didn’t leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly.
A strangled moan escaped Remus’ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.
“Should we take that as a yes?” Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you.
Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss.
You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them.
“Yes,” he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, “bloody hell yes!” he insisted.
Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moony’s ear, “Should have told us earlier.” He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, “We’ve been dreaming about you for months.”
“Imagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,” you said, “I thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.”
Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadn’t been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning.
Another moan escaped Remus’ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch he’d been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything.
“Moony, love,” he said as he leaned into the boy’s neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remus’ back muscles, “Isn’t she stunning?”
You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do.
“She is,” Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him.
Sirius smiled, “I want you to touch her,” he said with a smirk, “touch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.”
“Sirius,” Remus warned.
But Sirirus’ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all he’d have to do was push you into each other, “Touch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.”
Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two.
He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remus’ ear and then whispered, “Touch her, Remus, touch the place you’ve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.”
Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. “Remus,” you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.
Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remus’ head tilt back in pleasure. That’s when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadn’t even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“May I?” you asked softly.
“Please,” he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remus’ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb.
Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, “Do you hear that, love?” he said as he placed a hand on Remus’ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. “You’re turning him into an animal.”
“We are,” you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remus’ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. “And he makes such lovely sounds, doesn’t he?”
Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss.
Then you reached Remus’ ear. “If only you knew how wet you’re making me,” you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you.
“Show him then,” he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boy’s waist. “Pull back a little, Moons.”
Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him.
“Do you feel that, love?” Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remus’ cock twitch, but you didn’t know it had been because he was looking at you. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made her?”
Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, “She’s so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?”
Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remus’ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.
“Go ahead, she likes it,” Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didn’t think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been.
“Still curious?” you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again.
Remus didn’t speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided he’d help. He placed a quick kiss on Remus’ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moony’s neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots.
“Like this,” he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Sirius’ smirk grew. “Slow and determined,” he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing.
“Fuck do that again,” you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remus’ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you.
Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. “Such a fast learner,” Sirius praised, and you’d swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words.
“Yeah, Moony!” you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. “You’re amazing,” you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moony’s neck in the meantime.
Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, “Fuck,” he whispered into your mouth, “so tight.” You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him.
“She is Moony, it’ll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,” Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remus’ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure.
Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to.
His touch was much more curious and soft than Sirius’ had been the first time, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moony’s in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure.
“How’s that, my love,” he said. “Do you like having Moony’s hand all over you? His fingers inside?”
“Sirius,” you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moony’s fingers with much more ease. Moony’s fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. “Like that,” you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it.
“She’s close Moony,” Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remus’ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. “There you go,” Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but you’d swear he smelled even better today.
You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, “My turn,” he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer.
Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friend’s cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to –which you obviously didn’t– you wouldn’t be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remus’ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.
Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friend’s cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didn’t realise what was going on until you saw Remus’ throbbing cock and confused look.
“Sirius!” you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words.
“He won’t get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,” Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. “Would you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?”
Remus scoffed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.
Sirius smiled, “How about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?”
You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. “What do you like, Remus?” You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on.
But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again.
“Do you want me to eat her out?” Sirius asked as he tilted his head.
“Or would you rather see me blow him?”
“Cowgirl?”
“Doggie?”
Remus was sure that if you didn’t stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, “anything.”
You tsked and shook your head, “No, Moons, that’s not the deal,” you replied. “What do you want?”
Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didn’t miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. “I want” –he hesitated– “touch him.”
“Your wish is my command,” you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldn’t have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved.
“Did you hear that, Pads?”
Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well.
Remus’ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Sirius’ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. “Help me get this off,” you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Sirius’ belt.
He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers.
Remus’ cock twitched when he saw Sirius’ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasn’t sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boy’s neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely.
“Sto–p teasing,” Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.
“I said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,” he replied in a low tone.
You giggled at the stifled moan that left Sirius’ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it.
“Close,” Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder.
You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remus’ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both.
You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, “Want a taste?”
Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked.
“Fuck,” Sirius said in a low moan at the sight.
“How was it?” you asked as you bit your lip.
Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, “Is not over yet, is it?”
“I meant the taste,” you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock.
He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. “Fucking delicious,” he said.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Bet,” you added before rolling your hips against his again. “Ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Good,” you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.
You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish.
“You all right?” he asked softly.
You let out a breathy “Yeah.”
“Tell me when I can start moving.” You squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck–“
Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remus’ arm, “Did I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.”
You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise.
“Touch her too,” Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer.
“Is that good?”
“Fuck yes,” you responded.
You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown.
“Can…” he panted. “Can I try something?”
You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist –his cock still inside you– and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Sirius’ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass.
“Moony what are you–“ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you.
“Touch her the way she likes,” he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Sirius’ hands on him again. “I said touch her,” he added with a sigh, “I want her to come again.”
Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remus’ lips. “Your wish is my command.”
Seconds later Sirius’ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss.
“I’m about to–“
“She as well,” Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him.
Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. “She’s taking something,” he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remus’ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down.
Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass.
Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare.
“You two are fucking hot,” he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you.
“Too heavy?” he managed to ask.
“No,” you said as you accommodated your head next to Sirius’ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment.
Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, “I guess you’ll have to find another model.”
“No way in hell we’re ever gonna look for another model,” you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, “Moony’s just perfect, isn’t he?”
“Thought you couldn’t paint someone you’d fucked…” he breathed.
Sirius laughed, “Well, they don’t have to know we’re a thing…”
Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.
“…until after we’ve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,” he added with a cheeky smile.
“Besides, the sun is gone,” you added. “We’ll have to come back another day.”
“Didn’t you mention a sunlamp or something?” Remus asked.
“We’ll have to come another day,” you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look.
“Do you guys have anything to do?” Sirius asked.
You shook your head and Remus said a quick “No.”
“Why?” you asked.
“I think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggie’s.”
“Is he now?” Remus questioned.
“I thought we could have a sleepover of our own.”
You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldn’t have much.
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