Your relationship with Remus was complicated. He had come into your life rather late and his sudden relationship with your mother and frequent presence in your home made you hostile at first and you had to admit you were quite rude at the start. You would send glares his way when he smiled at you, roll your eyes and walk away when he’d enter a room you were in, and speak over him when he attempted to start or partake in conversations. Remus would simply let out a sigh and smile at you anyway. Your mother never agreed with your rude behavior and often scolded you for it but it didn’t stop you. Things began to escalate when your mother came home with a flashy engagement ring on her left hand. An ugly feeling grew in your belly as you tried your best to plaster an excited expression onto your face. You struggled to identify the feeling but it always seemed to find you in the presence of your new stepfather. Remus walked in a few minutes later, greeting you as he always did and you huffed and rolled your eyes when your mother looked away, though you couldn’t ignore the tingling in your belly as you felt his stare linger on you.
You most often saw your stepfather late at night in the kitchen. You were both late night snackers and would often run into each other. Tonight, you skipped down the stairs, a simple silk nightgown concealing your body and bunny slippers keeping your feet warm. You were on a mission to find the ice cream that your mother often hid, claiming you were ruining your teeth. You pranced straight towards the freezer and stuck your head in, bending slightly to get a better view. A few seconds later you heard a cough, “what are up to, sweetheart?”
You instantly recognized his raspy voice and you heaved a sigh. Removing your gaze from the freezer, you sent a particularly annoyed glare towards your stepfather. He began referring to you as sweetheart after he moved in, you had to admit it brought forth the lingering warmth that always sat in the pit of your stomach when he was near, though you still scowled whenever you heard it. “Nothing,” you replied curtly.
“Doesn’t look like nothing, sweetheart,” he said, setting down his sandwich and moving towards you. Your stepfather stopped just before the cloth of his sweatpants grazed your fingers resting at your sides. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest due to his proximity. You refused to look up at him, instead keeping your eyes on his chest in front of you. “Need any help, hm?”
You shook your head, accidentally moving your eyes south and catching a glimpse at his bulge. You snapped your gaze to the side with the a small gasp, “N-no, thank you.”
“‘Thank you’,” he chuckled. His fingers moved to grasp your chin and lift your heated face up to look at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that to me in the entire time I’ve known you. Is something wrong?”
You shook your head again and turned to close the freezer. “Lost my appetite is all.”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ve lost it at all, sweetheart,” he gripped your wrist when you tried to walk away. “I just think y’hungry for something else.” He placed your hand on his growing bulge and you looked up at him wide-eyed and scandalized.
“Come on, sweetheart, I know how you feel about me. Why don’t we do something about it, hm?” You’re struggling to think straight, was this feeling you’ve had all along attraction for your stepfather?
You couldn’t think of anything to say but you kissed your stepfather eagerly as soon as you felt his lips upon yours. He tasted like mint and smelled of whiskey and smoke. It was intoxicating. You pushed yourself against him as closely as you could and wrapped your hands around his neck, lifting yourself onto your toes to get a better angle. He kissed you just as eagerly, shoving his tongue into your mouth harshly, picking your nightgown up to your waist and sliding his hands into your panties to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass roughly. He dug his nails into it and spread your cheeks before slapping it. The sound echoed through the kitchen and you let out a whine. You felt his cock harden against your pussy and you jolted upwards, creating friction. You both moaned into each others mouths and separated, breathing heavily.
“On your knees,” he demanded, moving his hands from your ass to your shoulders, forcing you down. You stared up at him as you pushed his pants down, moving your head back as his hard cock sprang up and hit his stomach. You stared at it, mesmerized, never having seen one as big and thick. You licked your lips and gave it a small kiss at the tip, it twitched as you pulled away.
“Don’t tease, sweetheart,” he said through his teeth, his hands found your hair and he gripped it roughly, shoving your open mouth onto his hard leaking length. You tasted his bitter precum on your tongue and immediately became obsessed with the flavor. You sucked in his tip eagerly, lapping up all of his juices happily, moaning around him. He grunted and thrusted into your mouth and you gagged at his cock prodding the back of your throat.
You fought the urge to gag again and began breathing through your nose as he fucked your face harshly. You felt tears in your eyes and they rushed down your face quickly as you stared up into your stepfathers eyes. “You’re such a good girl, sweetheart. S’good for daddy aren’t you.”
You hummed around him in agreement and he let out a breathy moan. You began meeting his thrusts as he got himself off in your mouth. You were so entranced by his cock you didn’t hear your mothers footsteps. Remus froze, halting his movements and pulling your head back by your hair. You resisted and stayed glued to his length, his pubic hair tickling your nose.
“Get off,” Remus growls lowly, his grip on your hair tightening. Your mothers footsteps continue above your heads, likely looking for her husband but you and your stepdad are preoccupied in the kitchen. “Now, sweetheart.”
You shake your head and swallow around his length, his full length snug in your throat and Remus resists the urge to look at you. He holds in a grunt as your mothers footsteps are heard on the staircase. Remus thrusts especially hard and your head hits the cabinet behind you. You pull away from his cock and stop yourself from gagging. You stare up at him, pouting and teary eyed as he glares down at you, “Go. You don’t want your mother to see you being a desperate little whore for your stepdaddy, do you?”
Imagine imagine imagine, Step dad Remus getting jealous after you come home from a date for multiverse Monday
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The front door creaked ominously as you stepped through it, and you let out a soft hiss at the sound. You couldn’t afford your mum knowing you were out this late. You couldn’t imagine the lecture you’d get from her, about responsibility, trust, and rule following. You managed to shut it without making a sound, sighing in relief as you turned around, when your eyes caught sight of a figure standing in the doorway.
Your breath caught in your throat as you flattened yourself against the door, eyes wide as you processed who was standing in front of you. Remus stared down at you coolly, eyes set in an unimpressed glare.
“Would you like to tell me what you were doing out at one in the morning?”
You’d never heard your stepdad this angry before. Though his face rested in a deceivingly mild glare, his voice was laced with venomous rage that far outweighed any that your mother had ever hit you with.
“I was just...” You tried coming up with something that he wouldn’t be mad at, or at least, the least mad at, “I was-”
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Remus spat, striding forwards to stand only a few feet in front of you, “What were you doing?”
“I was on a date,” You admitted, your voice hushed and tearful, “Please don’t be mad at me.”
The word date had his eyes flashing with an unreadable glint, but he stared at you with it for only a moment before his frown became even more hard-set.
“A date? With who?”
“Just a boy.” You weren’t sure why he was asking, it’s not like he would have known the names of anyone you were interested in anyways. He tended to steer clear of topics surrounding your love life, you assumed it was awkward for him to imagine his step daughter getting it on with someone.
Remus took a moment to breathe deeply, some of the animosity running away from his expression, “Well, I hope you said goodbye to him. You won’t be seeing him anymore, you won’t be seeing any boys anymore for that matter.”
“What?!” You protested, inching forwards off of the door, “But you can’t do that! I’m eighteen, I’m a legal adult!” You could see whoever you wanted to! Who was he to tell you you weren’t allowed to date?
“I know, sweetheart,” Remus’s frown flipped, a wry grin on his lips, “That’s why I’ve got to keep you safe. Anyone could come along and have at you, so I’ve gotta be sure you’re safe with me.”
You groaned, the image of your love life being terminated because of some bullshit overprotectiveness flooding your brain, “That’s not fair at all!”
“Maybe not,” He watched you storm up the stairs to your bedroom, that unreadable glint back in his eyes, “But I’m not taking my chances.”
