| wolfstar x reader | smut | fluff |
summary: the one where Remus gets Sirius to handle your behavior
I simply cannot get enough of these two
“Pads, she’s been a brat,” Remus said to Sirius as they walked back from charms.
“She needs to be disciplined. We can’t have her thinking she can just break our rules whenever she pleases.”
Your two boyfriends were talking about you. More specifically, they were talking about how you decided to run your mouth with Remus the evening before. He’d been trying to help you practice spells, and you had been incredibly disrespectful and resistant to his help.
They had decided not to react then and punish you, but to let you squirm with anticipation for a day, until you all returned from classes. As the two boys walked back to their dorm, they had been discussing how exactly to make you learn your place.
The anticipation was the worst part. You had sat through an entire day of classes, your mind wandering to whatever was in store for you after. You knew the boys were mad, despite their hands rubbing gentle circles to your leg as they sat beside you in class, or quick kisses in the halls between.
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you waited for them to return to their dorm. You didn’t know how you’d made it back earlier than them, but the twenty minutes seemed like hours while you waited.
Remus and Sirius ended their conversation as they entered their dormitory, finding you on Sirius’s bed. It was usually where you curled up for solace and safety, but now you were practically shaking amidst the maroon sheets.
“Hi bunny,” Remus hummed at you before lightly kissing Sirius. They set their bags down, and you swallowed hard.
“Hi daddy,” you answered Remus, your voice soft and meek.
You watched as Sirius’s skilled fingers undid his tie, brief glancing away to see Remus stretch out on his bed with a textbook.
“Come here,” Sirius called to you quietly.
You didn’t dare to hesitate, slipping off of his bed and walking to your boyfriend. His hands went to cradle your face, giving you a kiss. You melted at his touch, looking up into dark eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed, and his thumb stroked over your cheek.
“I know, but I’ve got to teach you to be respectful,” Sirius’s tone was sympathetic, and his rare soft side almost scared you more than his typical sadistic teasing.
Your hands wrapped around his wrist, and he kissed your cheek. You looked at Remus, who seemed entirely content to watch Sirius handle you. Remus was typically more forgiving with his discipline, and you didn’t want to be at the hands of your bratty dom.
Sirius watched you shoot Remus a pleading gaze, who ignored you. They exchanged a silent conversation, and you swallowed hard from nerves.
“Daddy...” you called out to Remus pathetically.
Both boys waited for you to speak, and you suddenly regretted it, not wanting to make Sirius angry.
“I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“I know you are,” he nodded with a small look of approval. You wanted to run to him and bury yourself in his arms, take whatever he gave you.
Sirius’s hands left your face, and you immediately looked back at him. He led you to the corner, where he sat down on one of the big comfy chairs by the hearth.
If not for the fire, the silence in the room would’ve been deafening. Your hands were trembling as he pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle one of his thighs.
You leaned forward and buried your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around him. His hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly, and you couldn’t believe how soft he was being.
“Siri...” you whispered in a shaky whine, and he kissed your shoulder.
You fell silent, and he flipped your skirt up, running his fingertips along the hem of the soft cotton that hugged your bum. You jolted forward a bit as he landed a slap over the fabric, and you kept quiet, your face hidden in him.
He smacked you three more times, your skin heating despite the barrier between you. He’d only managed to get a soft sigh from you, and you were trying to hold in any noises at all. You were trying to be good.
Your face burned in heat knowing that Remus was watching. You couldn’t focus on Remus for too long though, not as Sirius’s fingers peeled the cotton from your skin. He used his knee to push you off his thigh, getting them off your legs before pulling you back down.
It had forced you away from him, and you looked at your dominating boyfriend with glassy eyes. You held his shoulders, not letting him lay you back with your chest to his. He gave you a warning look, one of his hands wrapping around your wrists, reading to handle you himself.
“Kiss?” you interrupted, blinking at him, and his gaze softened a bit before he sweetly kissed you.
“I’m going to be good, I promise, Siri,” you whispered, earning another kiss before he laid you back against him.
His hands smoothed down your backside and your thighs before coming back up to squeeze your rosy skin. This time, without the fabric to shield your tender skin, Sirius slapped you much harder. You bit your lip as his palm connected with your ass with loud cracks, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks.
“Sirius, it hurts,” you whined, attempting to squirm away from the harsh punishment you were receiving.
“I know, bunny, but you’re taking it so well. You don’t want to start acting up now, do you?” Sirius’s sweetness was starting to give in a bit to his typical mocking, and you shook your head.
“Be good for Sirius, Y/N,” Remus’s use of your name made you nod obediently, wincing as you settled back down on his lap.
Soft sobs left your body as Sirius spanked you for what felt like hours, not giving up until your skin was bright red from so many handprints. Your arms were tight around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as he continued your punishment.
You waited to Remus to tell Sirius to go easy on you, but it never came. Sirius finally decided you’d had enough when you were hiccuping from sobs, wincing even when he wasn’t touching you.
“Shh, it’s alright now, bunny, you’re done.” Sirius soothed you, rubbing your back gently.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you breathed, and he kissed the side of your head.
“I know, you’re alright. We’re not mad, my love.” Remus’s voice came from behind you. A choked whine ripped from your throat as you felt him gently rub something cold over your stinging skin.
“Pads did a number on you, didn’t he, bunny?” Remus asked, and you nodded weakly.
“I’m not going to be disrespectful again,” you swore, though your bratty attitude was likely to make your promise an empty one. Sirius laughed at that, making you sit up. He wiped your tears, kissing your swollen lips.
“I want one of your quidditch sweaters, Siri.”
“Of course,” Sirius eased you off of his lap, gently pushing you into Remus’s arms. Despite getting spanked, you wanted Sirius to hold you, and you had to fight not to whine at Remus for letting Sirius go on so long.
You slipped clean cotton boyshorts up your legs, wincing a bit as the fabric brushed against your raw skin. Remus kissed your head, his hands rubbing small circles on your waist.
“I love you, daddy,” you stood up on your toes to peck his lips, and he kissed your lips before kissing all over your face.
Sirius returned, pulling his soft sweater over your head. It fell to your mid thigh, and he kissed the back of your neck. You leaned back into his touch, his arms wrapping around your waist. His warmth and faint scent of soap surrounded you, and you let yourself melt into the hug.
Remus appreciated Sirius being gentle and sweet, getting a break from having to scold him for being antagonizing.
“I wanna sleep, Siri,” you complained, and he lifted you up, making you shriek.
Remus shot him a look about getting you wound up before bed, and Sirius carried you to his.
“Want to sleep with me? I’ll hold you.” Sirius offered, and you nodded, wanting to soak up the affection while it lasted.
You curled up on his chest, sleeping soundly in his arms. You slept in, dozing all Saturday morning and snuggling in bed with the boys.
