he's back from a rugby practice, sweaty curls still clinging to the scruff of his neck when he shoulders his way through the narrow doorway and drops his bag near the entrance. "oi!" he bellows, toeing off old sneakers and tucking them onto rickety shelf that you're constantly badgering him about using. "i'm home!"
the thickness of the socks aren't enough to protect against the chill of the kitchen tile as you pad your way out of it, warm mug cradled between cold palms. "hey, practice go alright?"
james shrugs, reaching over his shoulder to slowly bunch up the sweaty t-shirt in his hand before he's yanking it over his head. "s'whatever," he huffs, fatigued. "more worried about how cold it is in here, though, love," he grouses, already thumbing up the temperature that you've set the air conditioning at. "gonna catch a cold, babe."
there's a droplet of sweat that catches on a contoured curve of his abdomen, gliding downward until it tangles in the thatch of curls that leads down the elastic waistband of his black shorts. "you run hot," you purl, hiding warm cheeks behind another sip of coffee. "drive the temperature up here for both of us."
curulean irises nearly squint out of view when he narrows his eyes at you, stepping around you to find the ajar door of his bedroom. "this you callin' me hot, or what, princess? just say it."
you trail after him before you can think about it, cooling beverage forgotten on the cluttered counter. "and boost your ego? forget about it, hunk."
his mouth lilts upward at the corner as he thuds down against the bed, arms tucking themselves behind his clammy neck. "what ego?"
even under the dark guise of his shorts, he's chubbing up, dick twitching about the bare curve of your legs, and the ripped t-shirt of his that's ripped around the collar, which has been stretched to the point of no return.
he doesn't want to know if you're wearing anything underneath, if there's something to be left to the imagination. he hopes, if you are wearing anything, that it's the frilly pink pair of panties with the little rose stitched into the front, the pair that has a small hole at the hip when he had tugged them too hard down your thighs in your drunken escapade a few weeks prior.
he also doesn't know if you can notice the tenting in the fabric, and he thumbs underneath the tight band, eyebrows dancing up to his sweaty hairline. you swallow down a slew of petty remarks that builds up into a lump in the back of your throat. "if your dick is any tell of the size of it, then you'd really be packing, potter."
his nose wrinkles with an lilted smirk, and you're frustrated to know that you mirror it. he trails his fingers over his abdomen now, which has not since dried as it should, sweat still damp there. "you just gonna look at me or you gonna do something about it?"
you should have taken that extra second, even if you weren't actually going to think, just to wipe the stupid sneer on his face, but you're already obeying, scrambling over to the bed and practically leaping up onto the bed.
he's disappointed, but not by much, to see that you're wearing a blue pair, due to the skimpier fashion of them when you push them to the side and settle against his thigh. "nuh uh," he tuts, and he's already finding your hips, dragging you upward, and then over the swell of his cock, and still further up.
started by the immediate glide, you stable yourself with quivering hands against his broad shoulders, which nearly slide off as well. "james-" you choke, but your jaw is dropping before further diction can slip out.
he licks over his teeth, guiding your pelvis over his sculpted abs until the perspiration is drying and your slick replaces its lubrication. "yeah, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"
you're too dazed to answer, ears ringing with unexpected rapture. each ridge of his torso is catching against your clit as you take over the motion, slowly bucking against the pressure. "don't.. i didn't.."
"you didn't know what?" he preens with a laugh. "that you wanted to ride this washboard? you can't stop looking at them, princess. don't act coy, now, huh?"
you nod, breathless and dopey already as you grind down harder, toes curling into the sheets that are in need of a wash. "i wasn't..."
"sure, babe," he quips once more. "you keep telling yourself that."
currently thinking about riding james potter sitting on his lap facing him and he lets you softly cry into the crook of his neck because you’ve needed to cum so bad and he’s finally letting you get some relief and it feels so good that it completely overwhelms your emotions >>>
his shoulders vibrate under your sweaty palms as you grapple at them, thighs still spasming in their bracket of his wide hips. the source of the vibration - his throat - finally makes an appearance when he laughs audibly, coasting his hands over the small of your back. "you alright, honey?"
you nod against his collarbone, the bone knocking against your nose when he sits up straighter. "thank you," you breathe through snotty tears, smearing the moisture against his chest. "thank you."
his dick, still at half-mast, twitches inside your cunt, pulsing against the confines of your squeezing walls. "what'ya thanking me for, hm?" he draws you away from his pectoral, thumbing over the warm apples of your cheeks, peeling away the tacky tears that cling there. "y'did it all yourself, princess."
he kisses away the pout that pulls on your bottom lip, lips already slick and swollen with his saliva. "y'feel better? just needed my cock, didn't you?" his gravelly baritone dips into a pliant whisper, thumbs planting against your temples and fingers caging around your skull so he can dip your head back.
your eyes sparkle with crocodile tears, but you nod despite them, and james kisses you again, paying no heed to the snot that starts to trail over your top lip. "yeah," you snuffle begrudgingly, fencing his wrists in your quivering hands. "just felt really good."
"i'm sure it did," he murmurs, feigning ignorance to his own rapture, which still zings up his spine with each shift of your hips. "'m proud of you, yeah?"
your lips crack into a smile, eyes slotting shut. "hm. thank you."
Subby cam Boy james showing his gf for the first time
his weighty shaft bobs angrily against his abdomen, pre smearing against the contoured ridges, when he settles back into the bed, his figure horizontal in the camera's defined frame. his throat is dry - devoid of diction as you settle yourself between his parted thighs, breasts heaving with each big inhale. "well aren't you going to introduce me?"
james shudders through a warbled breath, tugging at his curls when you take him into your hand, rolling your wrist lazily over the length of him. "i uh.." he grunts, already fucking up into the lubricated cylinder of your curved fingers. "this is my g.." another breath. "this is my girlfriend, y/n." he finally presses through, the statement dripping with an aggravated whine.
you nod, settling your heels underneath the swell of your bottom while your thumb rubs dainty circles over his weeping head. "figured i'd make my appearance at some point or another..." you drawl, ignoring the plethora of gasping begs that roll off the male's tongue when you further drag out the stimulation. ",show you who's got this good boy so properly trained, huh?"
there's a series of pings that resonate from the flimsy computer balanced on the tower of books on his desk. "now... let's train this pretty puppy some more... let's start off easy. first person to send... 5 dollars gets to decide what we do tonight."
james whines, head throwing back into the pillow, hips stuttering in his mental battle to stay still. "but what if they're mean? what if i can't-"
"sh..." you trill, dragging your free hand over his abdomen to placate the disgruntled noises. "let's stay quiet, alright? mommy's trying to do something here."
Hi isa! Can you do a dialogue on the poly marauders fucking you after you ace your final exams? (Can you tell it’s finals season rn for me)
eeeeek i just finished mine and it was ROUGHHH
"such a sweet thing, aren't you?" remus purls in your ear, fingers fisting at the sweat-slick hair that he has bunched in his palm. 'and a smart one at tha', huh? pretty girl did so well, didn't she?"
you groan, chest pressing against the mattress as his hips rut harder against your backside, ,a raptured twinge of pain shocking up your spine.
"s'that right?" james echoes from his bed, still shrugging off a perspirant uniform from practice with an easy grin. "knew y'could do it, doll. oi, i get a turn with her after, yeah?"
remus grunts in response, leaning down to smear a proud kiss against your warm cheek. "dunno, mate, i'll think about it. wanna spoil my girl all night long."
sirius scoffs, sauntering out from the bathroom with an old rag in hand. "already tried prongs, but i'm never one to give up on a post-practice blowie, yeah? pants off, then. we'll show them what the real meaning of an 'O' is."
hiii isa. If you’re doing dialogues may I request one with poly!marauders and how it would be if reader actually safeworded for Remus bc she could tell he was pushing himself? Maybe it was the time of the month for him (wolfly time) and he was exhausted. But he’s always putting up a front of being strong and able to withstand things. idk idk I’m rambling lol sorry if you don’t like this!
he's draped over your bag, toned belly pressed firmly up against the small of your back, his staccato thrusts losing their rough rhythm as his breathing increases in pace. every touch of his cock at your cervix has a low whine drawing out from the back of your throat, until your heart gets caught there when his head falls between your shoulder blades. "moons?"
james, to your right, has a steady hand on the side of sirius' skull, guiding the brunet's bobbing motion along his cock. "y'alright mate?" remus hums in affirmation, twitching fingers barely brushing over your clit. "just tryin' t'finish her off already."
you groan, dropping down to your elbows. "can.. can you stop? please-" you reach back with a wavering hand to push against his midriff, gasping wetly when he pulls out with a heavy sigh. "everything okay?" he pants, sitting back on his heels and drawing you into his bare lap.
you nod, brushing back a stray piece of hair that clings to your temple. "you're tired, i didn't.. want to push you." a heel presses against your damp mound. "i just... needed you to stop. give yourself a second to breathe."
he scoffs, brushing a thumb over your perspirant cheek and kissing delicately at the swell of your cheekbone. "i'm alright, pup. i'm alright. thank you though, sweetheart. that was so sweet of you."
you shift again, this time to draw your arms around his neck and pull him into your embrace. "well, um, how about we stop for the night? you taught me how to take care of jamie, so i know how to clean you up if you want it."
remus coos quietly, pulling you back in so that your head slots underneath the bend of his chin. "my sweet girl, huh? knew i made the right choice with you."
Dark!remus making you get yourself off in front of the marauders as a punishment for flirting with one of them
the live football match plays on one channel while the quidditch game plays on the other, and both james and sirius are to busy bickering about which should be displayed to notice y/n's sulky behavior when she pads into the room. remus pays no mind to the two, turning around his and y/n's couch to head into the kitchen, wrenching open the fridge with calculated force to retrieve a cold beer. he's passive, pointing a finger that's not wrapped around the neck of the bottle, at the loveseat positioned diagonally away from the pair.
despite his silent command, she's obey, dragging heavy feet against the mahogany hardwood and slumping into the cushion, one leg crossing over the other. remus himself finds a spot in the worn sofa beside his friends, nudging the beefy boy directly to his right. "you already know your team is winning. let pads have a go at the tellie. there are only a few minutes left in the half, anyway."
he shoots his girlfriend a warning glance when she doesn't immediately fold her legs up to her chest, but when she complies, she's gracing tentative fingers over glistening lips, gathering slick to provide lubrication against her clit.
"just because there is-"
remus manages to pull the remote out of james' unsuspecting hand, tossing it over to the other male at the other end of the couch. "jesus, mate, the least you can do is listen to me after letting my girlfriend flirt with you, can't you?"
a heavy groan rolls off her tongue when she nudges a middle finger against her weepy hole, teasing her entrance for the pure simplicity of wanting their full attention. although she'd never admit it, the thick glub, glub, glub of her heart in her throat is producing a similar pattern of pulsation underneath her fingers. "moons... my dick hates me for saying this, but why the fuck is your girlfriend offing herself right now?"
his palm pushes into the chub that tents against the zipper of his jeans, while james settles deeper into the couch, rouge painting over his cheeks. "i didn't realize she was flirting-" his dialogue is cut short by her whimper, two fingers now pushed deep inside a spongy cunt that squelches with each movement of the digits. he gulps thickly. "i uh.. dude.."
despite his stuttering, his eyes are locked in on the dripping pussy, the way she's nearly staining the green, velvet cover of the seat with the arousal that clings to her thighs. he swallows again, and remus speaks. "don't look away." he preens, taking a long sip from the cold bottle. "she needs to know what she did wrong." he catches her eye, nearly betraying his stoic nature with a smile that he muscles down when he sees the rapture that swarms there.
she's enjoying it, and he knows. "keep going, dove," he instructs, adjusting himself in the cushion of the couch. "and you keep watching." he speaks directly to james, but sirius picks up on the message.
his button clinks, and remus nearly doesn't catch it. "sir, yes, sir."
poly!marauders having a silly little play fight of sorts trying to get the reader to pick who’s music taste is best or something of the sorts!! i need those men in a way that’s concerning 🤞🏼
sirius nearly snaps the toothpick he's gnawing at between his teeth, glancing over at your undeciding face. "so what, you gonna answer or what, pup? don't got all day."
you groan, attempting to focus your attention on the cocktail the waitress had previously brought over, pinching the narrow straw between thumb and forefinger. "listen, i have a lot to think about, and-"
"no no no no," james pushes away his now-empty pitcher of beer, hands slamming down against the table. "there is either one answer or another. you cannot just.. have trouble with it."
remus rolls his eyes, sitting back in the booth seat, arm slung over sirius' leather-clad shoulders. "give her a second, prongs. she has a very difficult decision to make. isn't that right, angel?"
you nod, ice clinking in the glass as you continue your stirring. "they're all.. good. i just don't want to disappoint anyone."
sirius groans again, slapping a dramatic palm against his forehead and falling into remus' open lap, skull cradled by the man's thick thighs. "oh for fuck's sake already! pick one before i rot on my deathbed!"
james drums his fingers against the wooden table in anticipation, surely disturbing the other customers who are just trying to enjoy their dinner without the racket of four boisterous young adults.
"alright alright!" you throw your hands up in choosing. "you've got me. i'm.. gonna have to go with remus. he.. has the best choice in music."
sirius skyrockets into a seating position, nearly catching his temple against the side of the dining table, james' rapping fingers pausing in their motions. "it's always him, isn't it?" james gapes, open-mouthed. "you always choose him!"
you roll your eyes, taking another sip of the blue concoction before you. "oh you're ridiculous, you two. i give each of you a blowie - each - " you emphasize for the second time. "on separate occasions all the time. remus doesn't get any at all."
the aforementioned lycanthrope winks, reaching across to prod at james' wobbly knee with a shoe-clad foot. "that's right, i get her pussy instead."
"rem!" there's are three angry glances sent in his direction. "you are not helping."
