welcome to kinktober .⋆♱ this is my first year participating and i am sooo excited! the fics will be shorter blurbs to longer drabbles, and some will be porn without plot and others will have plot and (of course) smut. which is why this event is strictly 18+ mdni!! please read the warnings on each fic before proceeding <3
oct 1. sex tape / belly bulge ⋆ james potter
oct 3. vibrator / caught masturbating ⋆ roommate!sirius black
oct 5. pregnancy / breeding ⋆ husband!james potter
oct 7. kneeling / praise ⋆ poly!wolfstar
oct 10. thigh riding / innocence kink ⋆ sirius black
oct 11. somnophilia ⋆ james potter
oct 13. period sex ⋆ james potter
oct 15. eiffel tower / degredation ⋆ poly!prongsfoot
oct 17. tit fucking / just the tip / cock warming ⋆ james potter
i’m just obsessed with the idea of poly!wolfstar having sex for the first time except remus and reader have been together for longer time so it’s a lot of remus telling sirius what she likes fbsibxkakx
Thank you for your request babe!
cw: smut mdni
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 714 words
“Sweetheart,” Remus’ voice is gentle, oh so gentle, as Sirius fucks into you, “you’ve got to tell him what you want.”
You look up at your boyfriend with wet eyes, fucked out and frustrated from chasing after the orgasm that keeps slipping away from you. You want Sirius to just know what you want, the way Remus does, even if you know it’s not fair to expect that of him. It feels mean to give Sirius directions. Like you’re saying he’s not good enough.
Remus doesn’t have the same reservations. When you don’t speak up, he turns to Sirius and tells him plainly, “She likes it harder than that.”
At the foot of the bed, Sirius’ eyebrows go up. “Yeah?” He looks at you. And there’s nothing unkind about his stare, but you still shy a bit under the weight of it. “Sorry, gorgeous, I didn’t want to hurt you. Tell me if this is better.”
The next time he pulls out, Sirius slams back into you with so much force you’re sure his cock has gotten lodged somewhere in your stomach. You arch, a choked-off cry leaving your lips.
Sirius huffs a laugh. “Suppose that’s my answer.”
“That’s it, yeah.” Remus brushes the hair from your face, his touch comforting as you reach around blindly for his cock, desperate to give something back. You’d started out asking to go down on him, but Remus hadn’t thought it was a good idea to have your mouth around him while you and Sirius were only learning your way around each other for the first time. So instead, you’re lying on his lap with your legs spread for Sirius. The way you’re feeling now, you think Remus made the right call.
“Don’t be afraid to get a bit rough with her,” he says. “She likes it.”
Sirius grins at that. “Oh, yeah?” His grip tightens on your hips, squeezing meanly. “Is that true, pretty girl? You into that?”
You think maybe all language has been jostled out of your head. You can only whine as Remus catches your hand before you can tug down the elastic waistband of his boxers, his thumb stroking over your knuckles despite the bulge you can see right beside you.
Your body answers Sirius’ question for you, anyway. His fingers tighten even more, blunt nails biting into your skin as he hisses, “Fuck, baby.”
Remus chuckles and kisses your white knuckles.
“Fuck, Remus, can you—ah—can you get her leg for me? I want to—”
Thankfully for you both, Remus knows what Sirius means before he has to fumble his way through getting it all out. Remus reaches sideways, grasping the underside of your knee and pulling it up by your chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sirius pants, and then he’s fucking you even deeper than before, harder too, the dull, satisfying pain intensifying until your vision blurs. You twist your fingers in the hem of Remus’ boxers and hold on for dear life. “That’s perfect. You’re so perfect, pretty girl, does he tell you that enough? Fuck, Rem, we should—we should put a mirror on the ceiling so she can see how she looks like this.”
“Maybe we should,” Remus hums. He smiles down at you, and the last bit of sense in your brain dissolves like sugar into tea. “You’re doing so well, love. You’re being so good for us.”
When you look back on it later, you won’t be entirely sure which of you he’s talking to, but that doesn’t stop you from going warm all over in the moment. Sirius’ fucking gets more frenzied as you get worked up, until you’re trying to get Remus out of his boxers again, feeling frantic with the certainty that the climax you’d just been chasing is now chasing you.
“I can—I want to—” You try, distressed when he again catches your wrist in a firm grip. “—want to help you—”
“Shh, I know, sweetheart.” Remus strokes the inside of your knee. “Let’s get a couple out of you first, and then once you get used to Sirius, we can try. Yeah?” He looks at Sirius. “Think you can manage?”
Sirius scoffs. He hikes your other leg up higher. “Don’t patronize me. I had a bit of a learning curve, but I’ve got her now.”
remus lupin x fem!reader x sirius black ( aka poly!wolfstar x reader )
a joke from sirius has you playing tennis with no panties on, though nobody's laughing when you end up fucked dumb in both holes at the end of your game ( 4.1 k ) ( mdni 18+ )
a/n: embarassingly this is my longest fic and also the one that took me the least amount of time to write...oopsies! also this had no intention in being so challengers coded but thats just the way the cookie crumbles 🤷🏻♀️ im having major writers block with all my st stuff so heres a little woflstar breather for all my marauders followers !!! ( divider by @cafekitsune )
tags: very very very brief moment of eviil walburga black mention, the black family are rich and evil, yes wolfstar and r broke into the black estate and destroyed every single room no we will not be talking about it, modern!au, prankster sirius black though thats just normal sirius black, flashing? panty stealing and panty fucking, everyone is sweaty, slightly voyuerism, oral (m receiving), object fucking-ish (tennis racket), fingering, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, pup nickname, sirius is a massive slut, minor blood mention??
Sirius’ old house is disgustingly huge, all high arched doorways, sleek matte trims, guest bedrooms the size of your current apartment. You’ve seen it in the winter, cold and desolate with traces of the abuse Sirius endured at the hands of his mother. Her oil portrait that would cost you a fortune to repair and the Black family a mere graze off their bank account sits crooked in the hallway you’ve broken into, crude doodlings splattered over strokes of Walburga Black’s pinched face, courtesy of a wide-tipped sharpie pen dug out from Orion Black’s pristine office.
In the summer, when the whole Black family has retreated to the South of France and the house lays empty, it almost looks…home-like. The sunlight streaming into the windows and the Sirius’ messes of rage, anguish, mirth and pleasure littering the rooms give it a more lived-in quality, despite the estate's age of almost 300 years. Now, with its only inhabitants being the three of you, it reads more like a lavish house listing on a real estate website than a building featured on a news article that makes the Black’s sound more important than they already are.
Sirius tells you that the tennis courts are a new addition, though, a couple metres away from the stables where he had his first kiss with a stablehand. He’s sprawled out on a lounge chair, looking far more comfortable in the torn apart Black estate than he ever had been in his 18 years of hell. Red athletic shorts he pulled from his old bedroom sit low on his hips and a pair of black sunglasses push his raven-black hair back. The box of his old school trunk lays open as Sirius plucks items out one by one, tossing the things he has no desire for over his shoulder and the ones he’s keeping at the foot of the chair.
You’re not all for breaking and entering, robbing, trespassing on private property, whatever stamp on your record Regulus hissed through a phone call when he realised Sirius had used his keys for a little more than “I just need to get the last of my shit, Reg. And then I’ll never go back,” but this certainly feels worth it.
Remus returns from the main home pushing a beverage cart that looks comically small shadowed by his height. He’s in a similar outfit predicament to Sirius: thin, sweat-proof shorts and a bare chest sheening with the whitish tinge of sun cream. He holds a plastic cup (leftover crockery from the small party Sirius had thrown two nights before) filled half-way with his choice of drink in between his teeth, nodding his head to the sounds of The Doors playing through a bluetooth speaker on the top half, the sound sending a buzz through the expensive glassware.
You lean against the tennis netting, tight enough to support your weight, as you let your sweaty hair fall out of your ponytail and down to swing in and out of your vision. It kisses your cheek as you call out to Remus. “What’cha got for me, Moons?” you ask, squinting to block out the sweltering sun.
He chucks you a can of something icy cold to press to your burning neck and then something similar to Sirius who misses completely, letting out a shout as the beer clatters to the ground, the spray of liquid splashing over the lean muscle of his body. “Moony!” he cries out, voice half-drowned out by your laugh as he jumps out of his seat, promptly kicking away the can farther down the large court with the toe of his flip flops. It spins out before coming to a stop, spray calming down as cider flows weakly from the lip.
You crack open your own beverage slowly, taking a long sip and turning to Sirius with your best that’s what you get! look. He gives an affronted harrumph, sulking further into his seat as Remus comes around to hand him another. He bends forward to press a light kiss to Sirius’ temple and then scrape the skin of his face teasingly with his teeth.
The sun beats down on you and you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other in your denim minishorts. They sit low waisted and kiss the top of your thighs, but they’re thick and itchy, and you can feel the beginnings of a chafe begin to form. You hadn’t thought about proper lounging around gear like Sirius and Remus had, and you’re reaping the consequences in your outfit fairly inappropriate for a tennis game.
Remus tosses you a tennis racket, and then digs deep into his shorts pocket to search for a second item. A ball of something blue soars through the air and then into your free hand. You hold the racket in between your legs to unravel the crumpled up thing slowly, realising that this is supposed to be the athletic gear you had requested: a thin tennis skirt shorter than your forearm that could easily be considered modest for a young child, but worthy of a public indecency fine on your figure. “Remus, what the fuck is this?”
Sirius lets out a low whistle and a wolfish laugh as he plucks the fabric from your hands, pulling the waistband as far as he can in between lithe fingers. “It’s a little modest, don’t you think?” he asks Remus sarcastically, thick eyebrows raised, “They’ve even got little built in panties!”
Remus blinks at your incredulous expression. “You said you wanted something lightweight to move around in.” he shrugs. It’s not in Remus’ nature to play dumb, but when he does he really really goes for it. You grab the scrap of fabric from Sirius’ big hands to further inspect it. You’re not really in the mood to journey back up the hill and into the estate to find better clothing, and it’s not like a public court where half of your ass can be seen by the general public. Remus and Sirius have seen you in no clothing at all, anyways.
“Where’d you even get that thing anyways?” Sirius asks.
Remus deadpans. “Your mothers wardrobe.”
“Very funny,” Sirius jeers before pausing, “Wait, seriously?”
You leave the quarreling boys on the courts to pull open the doors of the on-court changing rooms, relishing in the cool air that dries your sweaty skin as you kick off your shorts and underwear. A whole estate with a private court and changing rooms is your fucking dream, and you feel a small tinge of envy for the Black family. But you’ve met Sirius’ mother (against your wishes and his) and you’ve heard enough stories to know that most of them border on evil. If money really does buy happiness, the Black family would have to become sextillionaires to pull the sticks out of their asses.
You pull the small curtain around you to step into the smaller changing areas, thumbing distracted circles at the razor burn on the top of your thigh. The door of the room hits the concrete wall as one of your two boyfriends strolls in. From the Led Zeppelin whistle cutting through the air, you can already tell it’s Sirius.
“Let’s get a move on, darling,” he calls out, flicking on the tap to probably wash off the sticky cider on his bare chest, “Don’t want to keep Coach Black waiting.”
“You’ve never even played tennis.” you scoff.
“Is something I’ll be saying to you when I see your first serve,” Sirius drawls, effectively poking at your competitive side to coax you back on to the courts. You hear the door creak open as he tells you, “And I want to see that skirt that Moony picked out for you. See if it’s suitable to wear at the home chapel when I have to repent for what I’m going to do to you and Moons in the dining hall later,” and then it shuts and you’re left with your own racing thoughts.
All you can do is roll your eyes, clench your thighs together at the last comment and step into the skirt. You blink down. There’s a clear circle where you can see the clean tiled floor with none of the built-in panties Sirius had boasted about.
You pull them up, grateful for the stretchy waistband, and give yourself an experimental twirl in the mirror. At your full height, the hemline barely grazes the three-quarters of your ass, and when you bend at the waist, your whole cunt will be on display, already slightly glistening with slick as you crane your neck to get a good look.
As expected, when you step out of your mini-fashion show you’re met with an empty wooden bench, your panties and shorts missing and 100% being twirled around Sirius’ index finger as a sick show of victory to Remus.
You don’t even bother to pretend like you have any modesty as you step back out, ignoring the way that Sirius wolf whistles and how his lounge chair has been dragged suspiciously around to your end of the court. When you ready your stance, you’re certain to give Sirius an eyeful of his next meal.
Remus has the audacity to blush when you pick up your racket, shifting his from one hand to the other like it wasn’t him who picked out your outfit in the first place.
“You wanna play or what?” you ask boredly, though internally you’re applauding yourself for the smooth double entendre.
Remus swallows thickly then volleys first, clumsily hitting the ball in your direction and sending you running down your end of the net, serving it back with a jump of your own that has your skirt fluttering around your asscheeks. Sirius practically moans when he sees a sliver of your cunt and you watch amused as he pulls down his sunglasses to block out the sun and get a better look. He wiggles his fingers at you as if to say, “keep playing.”
Every skid, sprint and step has you showing off something to one or the other, whether it be the flash of your ass to Sirius or a peek of your bare cunt to Remus, who grows visibly frustrated at losing his game of tennis, though you’re certain you practically dangling your pussy in front of his face doesn’t do much to help his temper. You watch him rearrange his heavy cock in his shorts as he jogs back to retrieve your bright green tennis ball, breathing heavily through his nose as you pretend to stretch while you wait, sneakers squeaking on the hot floor.
You’re gripping the racket tight, ready for the next serve when Remus completely drops the ball, jaw going slack as he looks past your face and behind you, the ball rolling away. “Oh fuck,” he half-protests-half-moans, “Sirius!”
When you spin back around, Sirius has his head thrown back against the lounge chair in an inky black halo, legs spread and chest flushed as he pumps his tall cock wrapped up in your stolen panties. The moan he lets out when he notices your eyes is lewd, bordering on pornographic. A cool breeze whips your skirt high enough that he can see the front of your pussy and he shakes as he almost cums on the spot. Thighs quivering, the soles of his bare feet rubbing up and down the lounge chair as he tries to anchor himself to something, Sirius’ deep set eyes blink slowly at you and Remus, only fluttering shut when he grips his length harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans out, thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, voice turning pitchy and whiny, “‘m gonna cum,”
You and Remus watch in awe as Sirius spills over his pale stomach, his eyes rolling back as he fucks himself through his orgasm. If the sun on your wet cunt had you glistening earlier, you would be lit up like a fucking star. Sweat drips down from your chin, into your shirt and past your hardening nipples, your mouth impossibly dry.
“Fucking hell,” Sirius groans out finally, looking pretty and fucked out as he comes back down to earth, still holding your pink panties now ruined by his cum, “any of you lovelies have any interest in playing with a different kind of balls?”
It’s crude and so very Sirius that you laugh at the silliness of it all, letting yourself bend at the waist to help with your shuddering diaphragm. The sound dies down in your throat when you realise you’re now showing off your pussy to Remus, swallowing thickly at the sound of a tennis racket clattering to the floor as he steps over the net to drag you towards Sirius.
You fall over him clumsily, forehead hitting his bare chest as the hand still carrying your tennis racket smacks the ground as you try to lift yourself up. Sirius’ cloth-covered cock digs into your stomach and he wastes no time dragging you further up his front to messily press his lips to yours, tongue pushing deep into your mouth. You haven’t even realised he’s plucked the racket from your hand when it comes to press against your entrance.
A gasp leaves your lips as Sirius grins against them, looking up at Remus stepping out of his athletic shorts and pulling your sneakers off. The handle rubs slow circles around your clit, your sopping pussy allowing an easy glide around the sensitive nub as you arch back into it. You whine and Sirius presses hard into your clit before dragging the covered handle to your entrance, pushing in enough to make you moan against his mouth.
He parts his legs further to allow Remus some room where he hovers straddled above Sirius’ thigh, the taller boy looking down at you. “Maybe we should fuck you with the racket,” Sirius says, voice held so straight you think he’d been asking you about the fucking weather, “Fuck your mouth. Give you something to bruise that throat on,” he sighs, contemplative. “Or, we could fuck your perfect litle pussy instead, hm?” he asks before fully pushing into your entrance, the handle sitting a comfortable half an inch in your hole as you groan, greedily rolling your hips back into it.
“Look at it, Moons,” he coos, “Look at ‘er fucking suck it in,” Sirius hums and it leaves just as quick as it came, falling back onto the hot concrete. “Not today, maybe,” he tsks, “I’d quite like to have you stupid on my fingers instead.”
A long digit pushes past your gummy entrance, curling up against your spongy spot inside. “Shit,” you murmur, hole clenching around Sirius’ finger. He shifts you to curl into his side instead of sprawling out on top of him to give space for Remus to duck his head down and take Sirius into his warm mouth. He gives the pink head a quick kiss and a kitten lick before you watch it disappear down his throat.
“Remus,” Sirius begs now, previous bravado disappearing and his hips lifting so Remus’ nose can press into Sirius’ happy trail, his free hand guiding Remus up and down his cock by the back of his head.
You cry out Sirius’ name at the same time as marriage meets middle, two fingers pistoning quickly in and out of your soaked cunt. Despite the moans he lets out and the incessant stuttering of his hips, Sirius still manages to stay laser focused on fucking you just the way you like it.
The steady beat of your cunt speeding up to a wild, erratic thing has you pressing a warning kiss into Sirius’ neck. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn, thighs tightening as Sirius curls in faster and deeper, removing a hand from Remus’ head to encourage circles around your sensitive clit, “Siri, I’m going to fucking-”
“Cum for me, pretty,” he stops you, breath hot and heavy against the crown of your head. Remus takes the pitch in his voice as an indicator that he’s about to spill into his throat, letting Sirius take the lead and fuck into him at a bruising pace. “Fucking lovely, the both of you.” Sirius sighs before cumming with a shout.
You follow quickly after, pussy spasming as Sirius rubs slow, soothing ministrations to the soft muscle of your insides. Crude, but sweet.
Remus comes up for air, cheeks red and cock achingly hard as he wipes his sticky mouth with the back of his hand. When he leans down to kiss you sweetly, you’re allowed a taste of him. Mint gum, rum and coke, Sirius and tobacco flood your senses, and you lick greedily over a spot of Sirius’ cum drying on Remus’ chin.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” he asks you, voice still hoarse and a hand rubbing up and down your sweaty back. Despite the skirt riding up your midriff and your thin tank top, you’re significantly more clothed than your boyfriends. Remus helps you to kneel on the chair with wobbly legs, letting you pull the tank top up past your foggy head. Sirius reaches up to palm roughly at your bare tits. “D’you want one of us in your mouth, another in your little hole? Tell us, pup.”
“Can you both fuck me?” you request.
“How d’you want us?” Sirius asks, already palming his length with another hand still massaging your chest. The words in his mouth leave soft and kind, but he pinches your nipples hard and mean.
“My back against your chest.” and then for an added safety measure, “Please.”
Sirius is already pulling your sweaty back against his chest, huffing slightly when your hair falls in his mouth. “Great idea, my darling,” he praises, emphasising his sentiment with a squeeze of your chest, “That way me and Remus both get a look at your pretty face when we get you all stupid.”
You pant and squint up at the sun, hot and bright and beating down on your face, and like the gentleman Sirius is, he gently places his sunglasses on your face. He murmurs a quiet apology in the shell of your ear when he fumbles around blindly to line himself up with your hole. Remus does the same, fat tip running through your slick and sensitive folds. You can see him properly now through your protective eyewear, looking significantly tanner with a splattering of freckles all over his long torso. You make a mental note to kiss over all of them, and then some more, later.
“Don’t push in too quick, Pads,” Remus warns, gripping the soft fat of your thigh.
Sirius does, because he’s Sirius, spitting roughly in his hand and smearing it all over your hole, pushing a middle finger in for good measure. You writhe against his back but his forearm keeps you locked in place, held extra tight when his head pushes past your ring of muscle.
“Hole’s so fucking tight, darling,” Sirius laughs, “Do I have to break her in again?”
It’s an agonizing stretch that seems to go on for hours, but when you feel Sirius slump back against the chair, you feel amazingly full. Your cunt throbs and you clench tight, grinning when Sirius curses in your ear.
He reaches down to stroke Remus’ cock, both of you watching in awe when he lets out a satisfied sigh and a click of his neck when his chin comes down into his chest. Remus lets Sirius pump his thick cock once, and then twice before slapping his ringed hand away.
“D’you just not want me to last then, baby?” he laughs, realigning himself with your entrance.
Sirius doesn’t respond, but you can tell he’s sporting a lazy grin in the way Remus flushes a dark red.
Remus pushes in, kinder and slower than Sirius but still with the same desperation, and you almost scream. The stretch from Sirius’ fingers help accommodate his length, but the sensitivity from your previous orgasm has you digging crescent shapes into your palms.
“F-fuck!” you stammer, beating your fist into the chair as your heart jumps, “Please,”
“Please, what?”
“Please, just fuck me,”
Sirius obliges first, hips moving slowly as he starts a steady beat. He practically lifts you up with every thrust, and you watch in awe as he helps move you up and down Remus’ cock. Remus catches you on the up thrust, big palms under your ass keeping you still in the air so he and Sirius can put in all the work.
Slick from your pussy pools and drips down your ass and onto Sirius’ cock, allowing him a faster pace in your ass. Your ears only focus on the sounds of Sirius panting in your ear and the squelching sounds as your cunt practically gurgles around Remus’ cock. The speed they’re both building up to forces lewd, pornographic sounds bubbling up past your throat and out of your bitten lips.
“Feels like fuckin’ heaven, dove.” Remus groans, muscles flexed as he forces your back into an arch.
Sirius pulls your head to the side, nose almost knocking with his own sunglasses as his lips meet yours tasting slightly metallic. He must’ve bitten down on his lip so hard when he first fucked into you that his mouth fucking bled. “So sweet for us, so fucking sweet.” his hand snakes down to scoop slick from your sopping cunt and you jolt backwards, “Tastes so sweet too.”
Remus bends forward, chest pressed against your tits shiny with sweat. He presses a long kiss to your lips, sweet and soft, and then something shorter with much more tongue to Sirius’. “You’re right, our girl here is the sweetest.”
You want to roll your eyes and try to push down the heat in your cheeks but you can’t, all of your energy is focused on the coil building in your stomach and the tingly burning in your thighs. “Shit, I’m close,” you moan, your first full string of words other than the incessant whines leaving your tongue. “‘S so fuckin’ deep,”
Remus speeds up, chasing his own release as his tip bruises your sensitive cervix. Sirius does the same, canting his hips perfectly to reach a spot inside your ass that has him groaning and you cursing. The world goes bright, a hotter white than before, and before you can tell, you’re cumming with a shout.
“That’s our girl, that’s a good doll,” Remus pants, spilling into you with his own fucked-out sound, seed flooding your cervix.
Sirius, who was at his third orgasm for that hour, cums loud in your ear, words falling apart in his mouth to create something begging and mindless. “So lovely, angel, so fucking good. Such a good job.”
Your little blue skirt looks almost navy on your tummy, soaked through with sweat and you watch with tired eyes as Remus kisses past it and through the valley of your chest before collapsing, his forehead bumping your chin.
“I hate you, Sirius,” Remus murmurs finally.
Sirius scoffs, affronted, “What did I do?”
“It’s all your fault. If someone asks me where the best sex of my life was, I’m going to have to say at this bloody mansion.”
You’re all giggling before the heat and exhaustion washes over you, floating back to silence as the birds chirp around the private court. “Remus?” you ask quietly.
“Yeah, lovely?”
You bite back a grin, going for something thoughtful and innocent and landing on something all too eager. “Didn’t you say there's a pool room we haven’t seen yet?”
“And I suppose you want to play there too?”
You sigh dreamily, your foot rubbing down Sirius’ ankle in your tangle of limbs. “I suppose.”
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poly!wolfstar x reader | threesome. double penetration.*. ⋆ 2.1k words
extra content: unprotected sex. kinda friends to fwb?. almost no foreplay. rough sex. oral (male!receiving). piv + anal sex (for the dp). degradation. spit as lube. light choking. overstimulation. squirting.
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the door shuts with a click that makes your stomach flip. you don’t even have to look to know remus is the one who locked it—his silences always say more than sirius’ noise ever could.
you take one slow step back, and it’s already too late. sirius is there, wolfish grin tugging at his mouth. he grabs you by your chin, tilting your head back like he’s checking you over.
“look at her, moony,” he purrs, thumb pressing at your bottom lip until it slips free. “all dressed up like she doesn’t know what happens when she sneaks into our dorm.”
your throat goes dry. “i wasn’t—”
“don’t lie.” remus murmurs from behind you, his voice soft but cutting through.
you jump slightly at the feel of his chest brushing your back, solid and warm, like he’s been waiting for the excuse to cage you in.
“you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want it.”
sirius’ eyes narrow in satisfaction at that, and he leans in closer, so close your noses nearly bump. his hand moves from your chin to your cheek, a mockingly tender stroke.
“and here i thought she’d put up a fight. don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming about this too, sweetheart.”
remus’ hands settle heavy at your hips, pinning you right where he wants you. he dips his head, his lips ghosting along the side of your throat until his teeth scrape against your pulse point.
“listen to her heartbeat,” he says quietly, almost to sirius. “already racing.”
you let out a shaky breath, trying to turn your head, but sirius doesn’t let you. his smirk is infuriating.
“course it is. she knows what’s coming.” he presses forward just enough that your back arches into remus, your body caught perfectly between them.
“so,” sirius drawls, thumb sliding along the line of your jaw as though he has all the time in the world, “which one of us do you want first?”
remus chuckles, low and rough against your ear. “careful, pads. she’ll say both.”
your lips part, but no sound comes out.
sirius tilts his head, eyes gleaming.
“well?” he pushes. “don’t go shy now. you’ve been running that mouth all week. say it.”
the heat floods your cheeks, but your body betrays you, pressing back against remus’ steady grip while your gaze flickers to sirius’ mouth.
“both." you whisper.
sirius laughs, sharp and delighted, before finally slanting his mouth over yours. remus groans softly behind you. his lips find your neck again, sucking hard enough to make you gasp into sirius’ mouth.
sirius kisses you until your head spins, his tongue sliding in deep, greedy, like he’s been waiting for this since first year. his hands are already wandering—both palms skating down your waist, tugging your shirt up impatiently.
remus doesn’t rush. his grip on your hips shifts, guiding you backward, step by step, until your knees bump the edge of his bed.
“sit.” he orders softly, and you do, your legs spreading instinctively when sirius crowds between them.
“fuck, look at her.” sirius mutters against your lips, tugging your top over your head and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
his eyes go wide at the sight of your bra, and he whistles low. “knew it. fucking perfect.”
you make a sound—embarrassed, maybe, but it’s swallowed up when remus’ long fingers curl into your hair, pulling your head back so he can mouth at your throat again. his teeth catch just under your jaw, and you gasp, clutching at sirius’ shirt.
sirius smirks down at you, his hands sliding up your bare stomach.
“moony, you’ve been holding out on me,” he says, his tone dripping with mock-accusation. “keeping her all to yourself.”
remus hums, his lips dragging lower. “don’t worry. i don’t mind sharing.”
you shiver at the words, your thighs tightening instinctively, but sirius notices, of course he does.
“uh-uh,” he tuts, pressing a hand to your knee and forcing your legs apart again. “keep those open, darling. let us look at you.”
your bra strap slips down your shoulder, thanks to remus’ teeth, and sirius takes the opportunity to tug the whole thing down, cups falling away to bare your chest.
“fuck yes,” sirius breathes, ducking his head immediately to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough that your back arches.
remus’ laugh rumbles against your skin.
“greedy bastard,” remus says, but he doesn’t stop him. instead, he bends lower, lips brushing the swell of your other tit before his tongue flicks across your nipple—softer, teasing, a perfect contrast.
your fingers tangle into sirius’ messy hair while remus pins your thighs still with his broad hands. they’re both at your chest now, sucking, licking, biting, each tug of their mouths sending jolts of heat pooling between your legs.
sirius lifts his head just enough to glance at remus, grinning wicked. “bet she’ll be dripping already.”
remus hums again, steady and unbothered, though his hand does slip down, stroking up your thigh until his thumb presses firmly against the damp spot between your legs. you jolt, whining, and sirius chuckles smugly.
“told you.”
remus pushes you down flat on the bed before you can blink, his weight heavy as he shoves your knees apart. sirius climbs up behind him, already working his belt loose, laughing breathlessly.
“always thought you’d take it like this,” sirius says, eyes dark, grin sharp. “flat on your back, legs wide and begging for it.”
you don’t even have time to answer before remus yanks your underwear aside and spits against your cunt, lining himself up with zero hesitation.
“she’s fucking ready,” he mutters, and then he’s sinking into you in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
your head falls back against the pillow with a broken sound, your walls stretching around him, too much and not enough all at once.
“fuck, moony, she’s taking you so well.” sirius groans at the sight, his cock already out, fisting it lazily as he kneels near your head.
remus snarls—his pace brutal from the start, hips slamming into yours hard enough to rattle the frame.
“you like it, don’t you?” he bites out, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip so tight it’ll bruise. “knew you’d be this wet for us.”
sirius leans over, tapping his cock against your lips until you open your mouth. “go on, sweetheart. suck me while he ruins you.”
you choke around him as he pushes in deep, filling your mouth and your throat. he hisses, hips rocking shallow as he watches your eyes water.
“that’s it. fuck, you’re perfect like this. two of us using you at once—”
remus growls low in his chest, fucking you harder, his rhythm savage.
“open up wider,” he orders, eyes flicking to where sirius is holding your face. “she can take it.”
sirius laughs, almost mean, threading his fingers through your hair as he thrusts a little deeper. “hear that, love? moony wants to see you gag on it.”
your whole body is caught between them—remus pounding you into the mattress, sirius filling your throat—every thrust forcing another moan, another gag, another shiver of heat down your spine.
sirius pulls out of your mouth suddenly, wiping your spit off his cock with the back of his hand. “move over, moony,” he pants, climbing down the bed. “i want a piece too.”
remus growls, hips still pistoning into you, and shoots him a look that’s equal parts annoyance and lust. “greedy bastard.”
“takes one to know one,” sirius smirks, already pushing remus’ hand out of the way so he can spread you even wider.
your eyes widen as sirius spits in his palm, slicking himself up.
he glances at remus. “you’re not pulling out.”
it’s not a question.
remus’ jaw tightens, his thrusts slowing just a fraction as he realizes what sirius means.
“fuck,” he breathes, eyes flashing to you, checking, but before you can say a word, sirius is lining up at your ass.
“she can take it,” sirius says, tone wicked, fingers stroking over your skin. “she wants it. don’t you, love?”
the whimper you let out is all the answer they need.
remus’ head drops against your shoulder, and he groans like he’s already lost the fight. “fuck— fine. do it.”
the stretch when sirius pushes in alongside remus is almost unbearable—two cocks filling you at once, pressing against each other inside you, leaving you so full you can’t breathe.
your back arches, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as sirius sinks in inch by inch.
remus curses, eyes screwing shut, hips jerking as sirius’ cock grinds against his inside you. “merlin, pads—”
“yeah?” sirius pants, finally bottoming out. “tight, isn’t she? hot as fuck, squeezing the both of us—”
he cuts off with a groan when remus drags him into a kiss, filthy and desperate, their tongues sliding together while they’re buried inside you. sirius fists his hand in remus’ hair, pulling hard, and remus bites his lip in retaliation, making him moan into his mouth.
“move,” you manage to gasp, voice wrecked. “please, move—”
they do, thrusts messy at first, then finding a rhythm, pounding into you together.
every push makes you see stars, your whole body clenching around them both. the bedframe bangs against the wall, their groans and curses tangled with your cries.
sirius breaks the kiss, panting hard, forehead pressed to remus’.
“she’s losing her mind,” he rasps, looking down at the way their cocks disappear into you together. “look at her, moony. look at the mess we’re making of her.”
remus’ teeth bare in something halfway between a grin and a snarl. “we’ll break her like this.”
he pounds into you so hard your whole body jolts, sirius’ rhythm messy as he matches him stroke for stroke. the pressure is unbearable, every nerve in your body on fire, your cunt stretched wide around both of them, walls fluttering helplessly.
“listen to her,” sirius groans, nails digging into your hips as he slams into you. “fuck, she’s dripping everywhere. so wet she’s soaking the sheets.”
remus snarls against your throat, his teeth scraping down your skin. “greedy little thing, aren’t you? taking both of us like you were made for it.”
you sob, words breaking apart. “too much— f-fuck, it’s too much—”
“no, it’s not,” sirius snaps, voice dark, almost cruel. he pulls your hair back, forcing your head up. “you’re gonna take every inch we give you. gonna come all over our cocks until you can’t even speak.”
remus growls in agreement, lips catching sirius’ in another filthy kiss. they grind together inside you as their tongues tangle, groans vibrating against each other’s mouths. remus breaks it off with a guttural moan, biting down hard on sirius’ lip before shoving back into you, deeper, harder.
you’re clenching so tight around them both it’s almost unbearable, your body trembling with every thrust. sirius’ hand snakes between your legs, two fingers rubbing circles over your clit, merciless and fast.
“fuck— fuck, look at her, moony,” sirius pants, eyes wild. “she’s gonna break. you gonna come for us, love? gonna soak us like a filthy little slut?”
the heat coils low in your belly, pressure snapping all at once—you scream, back arching, and then you’re gushing, wetness flooding down your thighs, splashing against remus’ stomach and sirius’ cock as they keep fucking you through it.
“i know,” sirius growls, fingers working you even harder, smearing the mess all over your clit. “she’s fucking perfect. do it again. give us another one.”
you whimper, your body shaking uncontrollably, tears slipping down your cheeks as they don’t let up. remus’ hand slides down to your throat, gripping it tight enough to make your head spin.
“come again,” he orders, voice low, guttural. “do it for us. now.”
your cunt spasms around them, overstimulation burning hot—sirius’ filthy words in your ear, remus choking you just enough to make the edges of your vision blur.
you convulse, another gush spilling out of you, soaking them both, soaking the bed.
“fuck yes,” sirius snarls, hips snapping harder. “that’s it, make a fucking mess. our perfect little toy.”
remus growls into your ear, voice rough with desperation. “gonna fill you up, sweetheart. both of us, all over you, in you— can you take it?”
you can’t even answer, just sob, body clenching around them so tight it drags broken, guttural moans out of both men.
sirius’ head drops to remus’, sweat-slick foreheads pressed together as they both fuck you through the wet mess between your thighs.
sirius bites out a laugh. “she’s ruined for anyone else. ours. just ours.”
remus’ teeth bare in something feral, his hand tightening on your throat. “ours.”
and with that, they both come undone, filling you up at the same time, buried deep inside your trembling body, their mouths crashing together in another messy, bruising kiss as they spill into you.
NOTES ☾ I’m not going to lie—the only reason I kept this as a drabble is because I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to continue or end it. But I’m still relatively pleased with what I’ve managed.
You sink deeper into Remus’s lap. The creaky, old armchair envelops you both like a secret cocoon. The fire has long since died down to glowing embers, casting a soft, intimate light over the empty space, but the true heat comes from Remus’s body pressed against yours—solid, warm, and unyielding.
His arms wrap around your waist with a gentle firmness. One hand slides up your thigh to push your skirt aside, calloused fingers ghosting over the damp fabric of your panties.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly into your ear, his voice a soothing rumble that makes your core clench. “Sitting so pretty for me, aren’t you, dove? C’mon, show me how much you need this.”
You nod breathlessly. Your hips roll subtly over the hard outline of his cock straining through his trousers. Remus chuckles lowly, his free hand catching your chin to tilt your head back against his shoulder, exposing your throat for a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses. He’s always like this—gently dominant, guiding you with tender commands that leave no room for doubt.
He shushes you reverently, fingers finally dipping beneath your panties. “I’ve got you, dove,” he whispers as he circles your throbbing clit with agonizing slowness. “You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah? Nice and slow.”
Sirius paces the room like a storm waiting to break. His grey eyes are locked in on the way you melt into Remus, focused on your soft whimpers filling the air. The sight drives him mad. His girl—their girl—grinding shamelessly on Remus’s lap. He can’t take it anymore.
In a flash, he’s towering over you. His hand fists your hair with a deliberate yank that arches your back further, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, his voice dripping with raw hunger as he crashes his mouth onto yours.
The kiss is filthy—wet, messy, his tongue plunging deep and fucking your mouth in sloppy, demanding thrusts that leave saliva dripping down your chin. You moan against his lips, your body trembling as Remus’s fingers work you quicker. Sirius doesn’t let up, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to sting.
He breaks away with a wet smack, eyes blazing as he watches you squirm. “Needy little bunny, aren’t you?” he coos, using his thumb to smear the mess across your swollen lips. “Grinding on Moony’s cock like a desperate slut. Just begging to be stuffed full, hmm? You think you can tease us like this without getting ruined?”
Remus’s hand stills against your slicked cunt, drawing a pathetic whine from you, but he shushes you gently, securing his arm around your waist. “Easy, dove,” he murmurs, the effortless authority lacing through his velvet-soft tone. “Pads is right—you’ve been such a tease tonight. But you’re going to be good for your daddies now, aren’t you, sweet girl? Up.”
He taps your hip twice, and you obey without thought, lifting up slightly. Remus makes quick work of freeing his cock from his trousers—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. He guides you back down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside of your dripping cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp as he stretches you perfectly, your walls fluttering against the exquisite burn as he holds you still. He doesn’t thrust yet, doesn’t move. He just fills you up.
It’s torture and bliss all at once.
His cock twitches inside of you while he whispers praises that nearly undo you right there. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just sit pretty and take me. Feel how deep I am? You’re doing so well, dove. Clenching around me like you were made for this.”
Sirius watches with heated fascination, his hand still tangled in your hair as you adjust to the feeling. “Gods, you’re soaked, aren’t you? Dripping all over Remus’s cock like the greedy little girl you are,” he taunts, his free hand shoving down to palm himself through his trousers. “Bet you want me to fuck your mouth while he stretches that tight little pussy, hmm? Make you choke on my cum while Moony breeds you deep.”
Remus’s hips thrust up once, gently, sending a jolt through you. A gasp pushes past your lips before it dissolves into a whimper of their names, a desperate plea. He keeps the pace slow and controlled in spite of your growing need. His hand returns to your clit, rubbing in firm, loving circles that have you keening.
“Listen to him, pretty girl,” he encourages, nipping at your shoulder tenderly. “He’s gonna make you beg for it. But first, you’re gonna cum for us—just like this, warming Daddy’s cock until you’re shaking.”
Sirius tugs your hair again to force you to meet his eyes. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your flushed face. “Yeah, beg for it, bunny. Tell Daddy how bad you need us to wreck this pretty little cunt—fuck you until you’re stuffed full of our cum.”
His filthy words ignite you. Your cunt clenches desperately, hips fighting Remus’s hold to grind down harder, your body chasing the edge as their combined touches and taunts push you toward oblivion.
The pleasure coils tighter and tighter. Heat simmers in your lower abdomen, swelling until it burns. Tears prickle your eyes along your lashes as your lips part in staggered gasps.
“C’mon, dove,” Remus coos, pinching your clit gently but deliberately. “Let go for Daddy. Show us what a good girl you are.”
And with that, the coil shatters.
Your orgasm crashes over you in shuddering waves. Clear slick drips from your cunt as you clench around Remus’s cock. Sirius slots his mouth over yours in another brutal kiss that swallows your cries.
bartender!Remus Lupin x bouncer!Sirius Black x stripper!reader [1.4k words]
A/N: this was a request I got excited about last night and wrote it in a flurry and now it's missing from my inbox 🥲 the request was an image of two guys standing near a stage speaking to a dancer who was bending down to talk to them with the caption "the bartender and bouncer chatting up their favourite dancer at the end of the night" and then a request for whichever ship I think this would fit best
CW: fem!reader, reader is a stripper and it vaguely mentions her state of undress but barely, SFW, Remus is sweet, Sirius pretends that he's not but he's actually sweet too, fluff
A large glass of water and a prettily made cocktail appear in your eyeline, both held by a set of lithe fingers which bring an instant smile to your face.
You remember yourself and attempt to straighten, realizing belatedly that the way you’re sitting on the stage hunched over as you undid the intricate straps of your heels is likely quite un-sexy.
It’s ironic, really; the fact that your hands are more blister than they are skin at this point and the fact that you are absolutely parched, yet your heels always take priority at the end of your shift.
You were the closer for the bar tonight; not usually your favourite shift but the tips made up for it.
Mostly made up for it.
There were perhaps…other things that also made up for closing shifts.
“Here,” Remus says, crooking his fingers at you in the universal gesture for come here, “you drink, I’ll do these.”
You consider arguing but ultimately concede; your fatigued muscles and dry mouth – likely for more reasons now than the simple issue of dehydration – sees you inching your way towards the edge of the stage so that your calves hang off of it, Remus busying himself with the straps immediately.
“This bloke bothering you, doll?” Another voice drawls; the arrogant hints of aristocracy making itself known in his syllables even as he saunters over to the two of you like a blissed-out rockstar.
Remus, for his part, snorts incredulously. “You wish.”
You laugh at the bartender. “Why? Is he just dying for an excuse to have you pressed up against the edge of this stage?”
It earns you a warning tap of your (now free!) ankle as one heel is placed gingerly on the stage next to you and Remus starts on the other. “You’re meant to be drinking, you minx.”
You don’t bother apologizing, more than aware that Remus isn’t actually mad as you bring the glass of water to your lips; Sirius winking at you when you meet his gaze.
Sirius had shown up for his first shift in the pissing rain; his entire form hidden beneath a hooded jumper layered beneath an oversized leather jacket. His head and face had been covered by the soaking wet hood and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket.
You’d given the owner of the club a strange look regarding the newbie, feeling that – compared to James and Fabian – this bloke didn’t appear to be all that intimidating for a bouncer. He wasn’t particularly tall – though you wouldn't call him short, either – nor was he particularly wide (granted, your point of reference in that regard is James, so, do with that what you will).
And then two, fully tatted hands emerged from the pockets in order to pull his hood away from his head, exposing a head of onyx hair pulled back haphazardly into a damp and careless bun, fierce, dark brows furrowed as though the rain personally slighted him which gave way to steely grey eyes. The length and fullness of his lashes almost threatened to take away from his edginess, not unlike those of a baby cow, but then those eyes surveyed the room with the assurance of someone who has spent countless years scanning every room for potential threats, and you looked to Minnie in apology for ever doubting her.
By the time Remus was hired on, you were smart enough not to question the matriarch.
You survey Remus, then, who’s unwrapping the last of your straps from your ankles and freeing your sore foot from the shoe. He’s not built like a bouncer, either, though you’ve seen him hand a few men their arses when they caught an attitude close enough for him to hear from the bar. You weren’t convinced that the honey colour of his eyes were capable of going ice-cold until you’d seen it for yourself.
You find yourself feeling particularly lucky to have not found yourself on the receiving end of one of those glares.
“Good shift, gorgeous?” Sirius asks the way he always does; resting one elbow on the edge of the stage as he splits his attention between you, the bartender, and the last of the patrons petering out of the doors. You give him the same answer every time.
“It was alright.”
To which he always responds with “you look great.”
You try to ignore the way he never says you looked great, past tense, but rather that you look great, presently; a pullover quickly shoved over your head as your shoulders gradually sag under the weight of the evening.
It’s, admittedly, getting harder and harder to ignore.
“She always looks great.” Remus adds, though it’s not said in opposition but rather in agreement.
“How about you?” You return the question, not sure how to respond to their unabashed compliments.
“Oh, no complaints.” Sirius sing-songs, smiling at Remus like they share a secret. “How ‘bout you, Lupin?”
Remus hums in agreement as he rests his forearms against the lip of the stage to your other side, not unlike the way he leans against his bar during lulls in orders or when he’s dedicating his attention to a customer or a dancer. “My shift was quite alright, thanks. My favourite dancer closed out the bar, so, that’s always nice.”
“Oh for-” you start, never finishing your sentence as you make yourself busy with downing the rest of the water.
“Awe, Remus; you made her shy.”
“Okay, that’s it.” You threaten with a wide smile on your face, making to grab your heels and fancy drink only to be stopped by the same hands that brought you said drink and freed you from said heels.
“Oi, where’re you going in such a rush?”
You don’t bother dignifying him with a response, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he fights against a mischievous smile. He cocks an eyebrow at you.
“To change.” You laugh, neither man deigning to correct you seeing as you’re actually not going to change so much as you’re about to get dressed.
“Well I don’t see how.” Sirius states plainly, shrugging one shoulder as he gestures towards your bare feet with his opposite hand. “You’ve not got any shoes on.”
“And, what?” You deadpan. “This isn’t exactly a no shoes, no shirt, no service type of establishment.”
You manage to elicit a cheeky smile out of him for that, the kind that exposes sharp canines and crinkles the corners of his eyes.
“We can’t have you walking on this dirty floor with your sore feet.” Remus coos in a manner you might have assumed to be being patronizing if not for the honest divot between his brows.
“Quite right.” Sirius agrees as he straightens, moving over in order to stand between your legs with his back towards you. “Up you get.”
“I beg your pardon?” You actually giggle like a sodding school girl.
“I’ll give you a ride, c’mon.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh again as you look at your empty glass, your drink, and your shoes. “But-”
“I’ve got it. Up you get, dove.”
Your cheeks are on fire but you do as told, looping your arms over Sirius’ shoulders and around his neck as he encourages your weight off of the stage.
He barely manages three steps before James is hollering at him.
“Oi, dickhead! Don’t worry about me then, yeah? I’ve got it?” He jokes as he locks the door behind the last patron.
“Brilliant! Good lad.” Sirius smiles in return, either ignorant to or in spite of the two-fingered salute he receives from his coworker.
“Oh, that reminds me: James has been hounding me to exercise more, so if he asks, doll, I’ve been working out with you.”
You try and fail to hide the burst of giggles that elicits out of you into Sirius’ shoulder.
“Why would you tell him you were working out with me?”
“That doesn’t sound like the soundest of alibis, mate.” Remus agrees.
Sirius, for his part, shrugs. “You girls are some of the fittest people I could think of; beats having James yell at me in a public gym.”
“Careful,” you tease, “I’m liable to make you come work out with me just to avoid being complicit in a lie.”
Sirius makes a rather pleased sound that vibrates in his ribs beneath you, sharing a knowing look with Remus.
“You, me, and a pole? Doesn’t sound like a bad time at all, gorgeous.”
Remus’ steps falter as Sirius makes his way down the hall towards the girls’ change room, forcing him to speed up lest he fall behind. “Well, now, hang on a second…”
I’m in a mood this blasted Christmas (then again, when is it ever different)? And I’d love a Merry Smutty Christmas with Remus or poly!wolfstar, where they’re in serious need of some body-warming after an intense snowball fight. Thanks, lovely!!! 🥰
christmas smut??? sex in front of the fireplace with wolfstar after a snowball fight??? someone call santa, i want to change my gift. thanks for requesting lovely <3
poly!wolfstar x reader who warm up together in front of the fireplace ✿ 1.0k words
summary: after a snowball fight, you and your boys undress and warm each other up in front of the fire
cw: NSFW 18+, handjob, fingering, oral (m recieving), unprotected piv, threesome, merry christmas i love you all so much <3333
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Remus is trembling as you help him out of his coat. The flakes of snow on the fabric melt as soon as they touch your hands, though you can hardly feel it given how numb your fingers are. You toss his coat in the dryer along with your own and Sirius’.
“Remus, love, you’re trembling…” You brush your hands up and down his arms to warm him up and he gives you a soft, crooked grin. His nose is red and his eyes move from yours to look at Sirius as he steps up behind you.
Sirius presses a kiss to the back of your neck. You hum, only to be interrupted by freezing cold hands sliding under your sweater.
“Holy shit, Sirius!” Your body naturally jumps away from his touch and he cackles, thoroughly enjoying how you’re squirming between them now. You turn your head, sending him a glare.
He presses a soft, apologetic kiss to your cheek after he slides your sweater over your head, and then he tosses it into the dryer despite your protests.
“Only for a minute, just to warm it up.” Sirius speaks over your arguments and Remus leans forward to kiss your pout. You forget what you were mad about as you lean forward into his warmth, trying to press as close to him as possible.
The three of you don’t even make it into the bedroom. You are sprawled out together in front of the fireplace, bare skin illuminated by the soft orange glow of the flame.
Remus lays underneath you, propped up on one elbow, his lips and tongue tracing over your jaw. You’re straddling his lap, one hand on his shoulder and the other grasping at Sirius, who sits beside you, mouthing at your breast. Sirius’ cock is stiff and leaking in your hand, and you can feel the vibration of his quiet moans around your nipple. One of Remus’ hands slides up your thigh, icy fingers sliding between them, making you hiss.
“You’re still freezing cold…” You say, but your words are slow and soft as he begins to trace his fingers through your folds. Your grip on Sirius’ cock tightens involuntarily and he groans, lips separating from your chest. He meets Remus’ eye and smirks, rolling his hips slowly into your hand.
“You’ll warm him up, right, baby?” Sirius watches as Remus slides two fingers inside you, eyeing the way you squirm on his lap. Remus’ cock is pink, the head darker red and slightly swollen, stiff against his stomach.
You nod slowly, your free hand resting on Remus’ chest as you meet his eyes. “Rem…” You whisper, and lean forward to press your lips to his. He kisses you easily, like it’s an instinct for him to move with you, and his fingers slide out of you as he pulls back. He spits in his hand, wrapping it around himself and stroking once, twice, before lining up with your entrance.
Your hand drops from Sirius, reaching for Remus’ shoulder to steady yourself as he guides himself inside you, letting you adjust to the stretch. Sirius whispers sweet words in your ear, gentle encouragements as he presses kisses across your neck and jaw. There’s always a slight stretch when you’re on top.
“You can do it, baby,” Sirius whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it, and he watches as goosebumps raise over your skin. “You’re taking our Moony so well…”
“Fuck, Dove, you feel so good…” Remus’ voice is strained, his hands gripping at your hips, face scrunching with desperation for you to move. The tension eases into pleasure as you slowly begin to roll your hips against his, finding a slow rhythm. Sirius brushes his nose over your jaw before sitting back on his knees, admiring the way you and Remus move together. The fireplace crackles, mixing with the sound of soft moans and the shifting of skin against skin.
It isn’t long before you’re reaching for Sirius again and he smirks. He kisses you deeply, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. “Our needy girl,” He whispers as he moves up on his knees, “‘f you want more, have more.”
Your mouth is already open and waiting for him when he puts his cock in front of your lips. Remus groans, watching the two of you as he thrusts his hips up into you, his hands guiding your pace on top of him. You take Sirius as far as you can into your mouth, head guided forward by one of his hands in your hair. You moan around Sirius when Remus somehow manages to thrust deeper inside you and his hips jerk forward with a hiss. You feel so full, and you can feel yourself clenching around Remus’ cock.
“You close, Dove?” Remus asks, and the strain in his voice makes it evident that he is, too. You don’t pull away from Sirius, responding nonverbally with a tighter grasp on Remus and another clench of your walls around him. He slides a hand between you, fingers circling your clit until you’re trembling, jaw going slack and breaking away from Sirius with a moan as you come. Remus follows close behind, grunting as his hot, white ropes of pleasure shoot inside you. Sirius coos, running a hand through your hair, and he leans down to press a kiss to Remus’ lips.
It’s you who reaches for Sirius, then, climbing off of Remus lap and laying beside him, tugging Sirius on top of you. He continues to kiss Remus as he guides himself inside you. It doesn’t take long before he’s finishing inside you too, grunts muffled against Remus’ mouth, fingers circling between the two of you in the same way Remus’ had until you’re coming again.
The three of you bask in the afterglow and the warmth of the fire. A light sheen of sweat covers your bodies and the air is thick with sex. You’re tangled together, unclear where one ends and the others begin. You make a soft sound, catching their attention, four eyes blinking slowly at you.
“Merry Christmas,” You whisper softly, your gentle words met with soft caresses and whispers in reply.
-`♡´- summary: You’ve never done a photoshoot in lingerie before, much less with another model. Luckily, Sirius and Remus make you feel more than comfortable.
-`♡´- contains: model!sirius, model!reader, photographer!remus, established wolfstar, modern au, praise, smut (oral, fem receiving), soft dom remus you have my heart
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-`♡´- word count: 2.8k
-`♡´- a.n: the smut is mostly at the end. part two to this fic kinda
You step out into the bedroom, your see-through babydoll dress swishing softly around your thighs. The silk stockings and garters you wore beneath it added to the playfulness and elegance of the shoot. For a moment, you hesitate – your breath catching as you meet Sirius' gaze.
Sirius' lips slowly curve as he takes you in. “Aren’t you a vision?”
Remus nearly drops his camera when he looks up to take a proper look at you. He clears his throat, quickly glancing down and feigning adjustment of his settings before taking another brief glance at you and offering a tight, polite smile.
“You look incredible.” His praise settles something inside you, steadying your nerves for only a moment.
Sirius leans forward and tilts his head, surveying his boyfriend’s reaction – a quiet exchange dancing between them. A muscle in Remus’ eyebrow twitches, causing Sirius’ nose to scrunch in a teasing, amused way – as though holding back a smirk. With an almost imperceptible sharp look, Remus shuts down whatever Sirius was seconds from teasing him about.
"Let's start, then." Sirius preens, passing you with a wink.
Sirius was seated on the edge of the bed, scrolling lazily on his phone as he waited for Remus’ direction. You move behind him, your hands stretching to rest on his shoulders. His reaction is instant – with his face lighting up as he glances up at you over his shoulder. He sets the phone aside to reach up and lightly grab your hands.
“Stay just like that,” Remus instructs as your fingers curl over Sirius’ shoulders. The camera clicks, capturing Sirius’ easy charm and the way you hope your posture exudes a sensual allure. You shift – initially not meaning to – letting your hands smooth over the expensive cotton covering his chest. Sirius follows your lead effortlessly, turning his head just enough to make the moment feel more natural.
“Perfect,” Remus murmurs, stepping to the side to adjust his angle. “Keep going.”
The simple command to "keep going” had lead to even more provocative poses. You lay horizontally across the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow, your other hand resting delicately on the bedspread. One leg crossed over the other, the line of your garter and stockings perfectly accentuated.
Sirius kneels behind you, his weight balanced casually as he watches you settle into the pose. You can feel the warmth of his presence without needing to look back, and your mind goes fuzzy again. The anxiety from earlier begins to creep back in, taking you out of the confidence that you were finally picking up on.
The sudden knitting of your brows causes Remus to pause and lower his camera. He takes a half-step forward, preparing to ask if you need a break. But you take the initiative, grabbing Sirius’ tie and pulling him closer. He blinks, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your hip to steady himself. All you can think about is the warmth from the contact – the warmth of his hand twitching against your skin involuntarily.
“Sorry,” he mutters reflexively, though the apology softens by a grin when he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes. His voice threads with approval as he purrs, “Look at you.”
The corners of your lips twitch. “You said to commit – so I am.”
His grin softens, veering into something more genuine.
“That I did.” His gaze dips to where your fingers still grip his tie, and his voice drops to a whisper. “You’re doing well.”
After a few clicks and flashes from the camera, Remus clears his throat softly.
“That’s beautiful,” he says. “But less chatter, more action.”
Sirius barely glances at Remus, his focus locked entirely on you. “You heard the man.”
You roll onto your stomach, bringing Sirius down with you. After the hours of working with each other, you’re at that point where what would’ve been mortifying is now… comfortable. At least, as comfortable as posing in your underwear for a camera can be. His forehead presses onto the side of your head, his breath warm against your cheek when you arch into him. He moves his hips back before you can truly feel him, and you quickly push down your disappointment. You try to hold the pose as the camera flashes furiously, but every inch of your body felt alive with tension. Sirius was so close, yet clearly afraid to press too hard.
“Closer,” Remus commands, the instruction soft but firm and traveling straight down your spine. “Let it be real.”
Sirius hesitates for what seems to be the first time as he gingerly shifts forward. The air in the room grows thick when you feel his hardness pressing against you. It’s a natural reaction, you tell yourself. Just like mine is. You were prepared for this – your agent and the countless articles on photoshoots like these had told you so. You just weren’t prepared for the reality of the persistent ache between your thighs, and his very real erection. Remus hums in approval, and you’re not sure if he’s unaware or purposefully fueling the fire between you and the body above yours. For your own sanity – you hope he’s unaware.
“Exactly like that,” Remus adds, his tone somehow grounding you while making your pulse race even faster.
The rhythmic hum of his camera fills the air, punctuated by the occasional beep. The sound echoes inside your mind, blending into the rapid beating of your heart and the warmth spreading across your chest. You’re not even sure when you rolled onto your back – but you were aware of how this looked. Sirius leaning over you, his hand grazing your waist as you stretch beneath him.
Your arm rests on his shoulder, and your leg bends, brushing against his hip. His weight is carefully distributed, making sure not to push any boundaries you are disappointed in the existence of. Sirius tilts his head, his dark hair falling into his face – and for a moment – it is impossible to tell whether it is part of the pose or something entirely unscripted. His hand slides an inch higher on your waist, rucking up your sheer garments under his fingers. He moves his hand as to not touch your skin, his thumb brushing a lazy circle through the delicate fabric.
“This okay?” he asks quietly, and you can hear the apologetic note in it that made your chest tighten.
You nod almost immediately as you meet his gaze, your breath hitching. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
His lips curve into a small, almost shy smile that was as uncharacteristic as it was sweet.
“Good. Tell me when…” But his voice trails off. You know what he means; you don’t want him to stop.
“Alright,” Remus’ voice cuts through the charged silence, and there was the faintest edge of amusement there. “If you’re going to continue looking at each other like that, you might as well stop pretending it’s for the camera.”
Sirius freezes, his gaze flicking toward Remus, though his hand doesn’t move from your waist. You are just as still – heat flooding to your cheeks as you attempt to process what had just been said.
“Excuse me?” Sirius says after a beat, his usual quick wit faltering.
“You heard me,” Remus replies, stepping out from behind the camera. His movements are smooth and unhurried, and the calm in his voice was somehow more disarming than if he’d made a joke. “Go on. You’re already halfway there. Might as well finish what you’ve started.”
The words hang in the air, but nobody moves. Sirius opens his mouth as if to respond. But then his attention is brough back to you. His expression is unreadable, and you trust that yours is too.
“Be honest with me,” he whispers, removing his hand from your waist to give you room to flee. “Because I don’t want to stop unless you do.”
You’re stunned into silence as you search his face for any sign of doubt or humor. But there is none – just a quiet patience that makes you feel safe, even as your nerves web with the undeniable pull of desire. Slowly – tentatively – you lean forward, your lips brushing against his. Sirius tilts his head, deepening the connection and igniting a spark in your chest. Warmth travels through your entire body, his hand going back to squeeze your waist. Your head dips back onto the mattress as your tongue moves against his.
“That’s good,” Remus murmurs. The approval in his tone makes you shudder, and you pull back just enough to glance at him.
His gaze softens – not just on Sirius but on you – and before you can process it, he moves toward the bed. He kneels beside you, his fingers brushing along your cheek.
“You’re captivating,” he said with a faint smile. “The way you move together—it’s mesmerizing.”
Your lips – already wet from Sirius’ kiss – part as he leans in to bridge the gap. It’s feather-light at first until your lips move against his. In response, he presses closer – though still contrasting with Sirius’ heated energy. Remus’ kiss is a steady, powerful pull that reaches further than your lips. Sirius’ thumb continues to trace small circles at your waist against the rising tension.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his eyes flicking between you and Remus.
When Remus finally pulls back, his lips hover close to yours. His expression was awash with a reverent wonder that makes your pulse skip.
His hand cups your cheek gently as he whispers, “Does this feel right to you?”
Swallowing, you nod, words barely finding their way past your lips. “It does.”
At your affirmation, Remus smiles and turns his head toward Sirius. The two of them exchange a look that speaks volumes – more than words can convey – before Sirius eases back onto his heels.
“Alright, lovebirds,” he teases lightly. “Move over, yeah?”
You laugh softly, nerves and excitement blending into a flutter in your chest. Sirius shifts back on the bed, bringing you closer as his hands plant firmly on either side of your thighs.
“Raise up a bit for us, gorgeous.”
You push yourself up on your elbows as his words dip low enough to have you exhaling shakily. The weight of their attention settles over you as Remus moves onto the bed more fully. His hand rests lightly on Sirius’ shoulder before he places it over yours.
“Look at you,” Sirius admires, his eyes raking over you. “Utterly stunning.”
Remus’ hand slides down your arm, his thumb grazing over your wrist as he adds, “And so patient with us, too. You’re lovely.”
Your heart races, your mind now gone to mush from arousal. But a part of you still hesitated.
“You’re both okay with this?” you ask, your voice barely above a breath. “I don’t want to ruin anything…”
“You’re not—” Remus’ thumb stills its movement as he briefly looks to Sirius. “We want this – if you do.”
Sirius gave a small, almost nervous smile, his voice unusually tender.
“We’re in the same boat here – this is uncharted for us, too. We’re… figuring it out as we go. But we’re here with you. If you want to stop, just let us know.”
Their reassurances melt the last bit of doubt you’ve been holding onto. You’re unsure of how to respond without sounding too desperate. Sirius brushes his thumb along the curve of your knee as the cogs whir in your mind.
“I’m here,” you finally say, attempting to meet both of their gazes. “For this. I mean… yes.”
Sirius’ grin widens, his hands sliding along your thighs, stopping just short of the undergarments that barely covered you. Remus shifts closer, his hand steadying your back as he whispers against your ear.
“Let us take care of you.”
The weight of their attention – their words, their touch – it is almost too much, yet not enough. Your chest rises and falls quickly, your body caught between nervous anticipation and desperate want.
The fabric of the babydoll dress feels weightless against your skin, but under their gaze, it might as well have been nothing at all. Sirius’ hands skim along your thighs, his fingers curling around the hem where the gauzy fabric met bare flesh. He wets his lips – betraying his worry – his eyes flicking up to meet yours.
“Please,” you urge him.
The moment stretches until Sirius moves, lifting the hem higher. The cool air ghosts over your skin as the thin garment slides up and over your head, leaving you in little more than lace and silk. His hands hover just shy of your hips, his restraint is evident.
Remus brushes the back of his knuckles along your jawline, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. He leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “So beautiful.”
A tremble runs through you as Sirius lowers himself onto the bed. His eyes are calculating and somehow still wild, his fingertips tracing an idle path down to the curve of your thigh. “Still with me, Moony?”
“Always,” Remus replies. His hand slides to your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he guides your attention back to him. The corner of Remus’ mouth quirks up when he notices your needy expression. “Go on, Padfoot.”
Sirius lets out a breathy laugh, his grin holding all its usual mischief. “You’re really enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?”
Remus chuckles but doesn’t take to the bait, his focus staying on you.
“She deserves to feel worshipped,” he says simply, his fingers continuing their gentle path along your cheek and jaw. “And you need to stop talking and start showing her.”
The words have you squirming just as Sirius lowers himself further, anticipation curling in your stomach. He kisses the inside of your knee first, the softness of his lips igniting a spark that travels up your leg. His hands splay over your thighs as he presses a trail of slow kisses higher. Remus’ voice stayed low in your ear, his words the soothing counterpoint to the fire Sirius was stoking.
“You’re doing so well.” His lips brush the shell of your ear.
Your breathing hitches as Sirius’ mouth finds the sensitive skin just above the edge of your lace underwear. His hands slide down your thighs, steadying himself as he presses his lips just above the waistband. His eyes flick up to you when you whimper – dark and full of intent – before he glances at Remus.
“Like this?” Sirius asks almost playfully.
Remus’ hand slides down to your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Perfect.”
Sirius’ lips continue their descent, his hands anchoring you in place as he draws closer to the dampened spot on the smooth silk of your underwear. You shiver when his breath hits your arousal and finally let out a moan when he slowly licks a stripe over the fabric.
“Does this feel good?" You ignore the teasing lilt in his voice as he asks you this.
You nod, a breathy “Yes” escaping before you can second-guess yourself.
Sirius chuckles under his breath before lowering his head again, lapping and tasting you through your garment. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting them slightly to give himself better access. The intimacy of his touch sends a wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the soft sounds that tumble from your lips.
You can’t find the concern to care that this isn’t even your lingerie that you’re wearing – they were only for the shoot. But Sirius’ tongue is so hot, and the fabric is so delicate that you’re starting to get dizzy. Remus whispers praise in your ear as Sirius continues his ministrations, Remus’s thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth.
Sirius raises his head from between your thighs to briefly fumble with pulling your underwear to the side. You weren’t prepared, and the barest hint of air against your folds has you whining. He doesn’t waste another second, gliding his tongue along your slit. You hadn’t even noticed that Remus had pulled your hair back to press his lips and draw softly at your neck. Your eyes flutter closed, consumed by the sensations. When you moan again, you’re met with the vibrations of an open-mouthed hum against your heat.
Sirius’ lips finally wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and it’s completely overwhelming. Your breaths come out in quick pants at the heat and deliberateness of his mouth, each movement precise yet filled with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore. Your hips rise to meet his mouth when he pulls away for only a second. Remus catches the movement, his hand slipping to your back to support you, still guiding his lips against your skin. You’re not even sure how you’re still sitting up.
After a few seconds of bliss, Sirius raises his head again, causing you to groan and Remus to chuckle.
“We aren’t keeping you from another shoot, are we, darling?” he asks, the roguish curve of his lips glossy with his spit and your arousal.
“No,” you respond, shaking your head after finally catching your breath. “No, you’re not.”
