Sugar Sweet 🎀🐰
alright alright you can have it...
Summary: pt1. of poly!marauders x reader, reader and remus need some money and meet some strange men on a dating site, sugardaddies!JamesandSirius x sugarbabies!ReaderandRemus,
CW: sugar daddy/baby dynamics (not really in this one but in future absolutely), swearing, pet names/nicknames using people for money?, sketchy (you'll see), only slightly proofread
word count: 3.3k
“Remmy, Remmy!” you sang, slamming the front door behind you and throwing your bag to the side.
Remus looked up from working on his computer to see you bounding toward him. He set his work aside just in time for you to jump into his lap and noticed that you had that mischievous little look in your eye again, the look that often meant you were either going to ask him for something, or pull him into your trouble.
He’d known you long enough to recognize that look. You two had been best friends for, well, forever, and you finally decided to move in together. Since then you’ve spent almost all of your spare time with each other in this beat up, low-rent apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was home to you and Remus. All you needed was each other really, so it didn’t matter where you lived as long as you had him.
“Yes Y/N?” he asked.
You smiled down at him from your perch on his lap. “Well…” you started, “You know that I’ve been talking to those guys, right?”
Remus rolled his eyes and huffed. He had told you numerous times he didn’t want to hear about your… relations. He especially didn’t want to hear about your new possible sugar daddies.
You had mentioned to him that you signed up for an online dating service specifically for rich assholes looking to spoil girls like you. Remus told you that it was sketchy and a bad idea and that you should delete your profile immediately, but you countered that you needed to pay rent and this was a quick way to do so.
It didn’t take long at all for a profile to match yours. You were nervous, of course, but it was actually really easy to talk to your match. But there was one slight difference in this profile to your average ‘50 year old man looking to pay a young girl behind his wife’s back’ type, this was a profile of two men. You thought, hey, double the money right?
The thing was, this service required your profile to be nameless and faceless. You just gave a list of your attributes, interests, skills etc., and then you matched based on that information. This was all probably so that you don't end up with a stalker if things go bad, but this made the match even more mysterious.
All you knew was that this profile was of two mysterious men who had a lot of money that they were willing to spend on you.
Remus loved you, he really did, but not enough to allow you to let creeps use you for whatever reason just so you could make some quick money.
“Y/N, love-,” he sighed but you cut him off before he could stop you.
“-Just wait. Hear me out.”
He couldn’t say no to those eyes, that cute little look you’re giving him. “Fine,” he mumbled.
You perked up and continued. “Well, I’ve been talking to them for a while now and I think they finally want to meet me.”
Remus rested his hands on your waist. He quirked a brow, a silent request for you to continue. Though he really didn’t need to hear all of this, he would not interrupt. Remus would always listen to whatever you had to say, no matter what. He could never get you to shut up really.
And he loved it.
He loved hearing your daily yapping session about work, your nails, the guy you fucked who was incredibly bad in bed. He could listen to your voice on replay for the rest of his life and never get tired. He would never admit this to you though.
So now, he endured you telling him about your new escapade; being a sugar baby to not only one apparently very wealthy man, but two.
“They said they want to meet me finally…” you repeated yourself.
“Yes, and?”
“Well,” you started, “the thing is… they kinda want to meet you too.”
Remus blinked up at you once, twice. “What?”
“They wanna.. Meet… you.” you said softly.
“I heard what you said,” Remus started, “I meant why?”
You shrugged. “Well, it’s sort of complicated but, I kinda mentioned you. How I live with you and how you’re my best friend,” you looked down fidgeting with your fingers in your lap, perched atop Remus’s. “And, I don’t know, they just kinda seemed interested. So I kind of said we could both meet up with them.”
“Y/N,” he sighed, “This is… I mean-”
“- please Remmy, I need the money.” you interrupted before he could give you a definite ‘no’. “I know you could use the money too…they'll pay us both.”
If Remus really thought about it, you were right. Money has been a bit tight lately, and if there were two rich creeps were willing to spend their earnings on you two then why shouldn’t he take advantage of it? It would certainly make him feel better about the whole thing if he went along with you, not sending you into a lion's den by yourself.
“Alright, fine.” Remus sighed.
This caught you off guard, you thought for sure you would have to beg a little longer, maybe bat your lashes to get your way. “Wait, really?”
“Yes, but there are a few conditions.” Remus said.
You smiled and nodded for him to continue.
“First,” he started, “you’re going to tell me everything you know about these two men.”
“Of course.”
“Second, if I think this is sketchy or dangerous in any way, I’m taking you and we are leaving.” He said, not leaving any room for argument.
You nodded again, happy that he was going along with your plan.
“Ok, now tell me who these men are.”
You shifted off of his lap and sat next to him, Remus throwing his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer to his side. You pulled out his phone to show him their profile.
“I don’t know their real names,” you say, “but the app lets you use things like codenames.”
“Ok.. well then, what are their ‘codenames’?” Remus asked.
“Um, Padfoot and Prongs.”
Remus quirked a brow at the strange names, you offered a shrug in return. You had no clue what the names meant but that’s what they called themselves so, you just went along with it.
“And what are our… codenames?” Remus asked. He still felt weird about the whole thing, but he felt like protecting you and, if he was being honest he felt… a little exhilarated.
“Yours is Moony,” you explained “because you’re such an insomniac.”
Remus chuckled at your explanation. “I like to think that I’m just a night owl.”
“Sure…” you joked.
“And what’s yours?” Remus asked.
“I don’t have one.” you said quickly and made to leave, but Remus was faster and pulled you back onto the sofa, halfway back on his lap.
“Oh no,” he said, “you don’t get to run away. Tell me.”
You shook your head and stuffed your face into the curve of his neck, trying your best to hide from him, make him drop the subject.
“What,” he said, voice laced with amusement, “Is it embarrassing or something?”
You whined, shoving your face deeper into him. “A little..” you answered, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. You knew he wouldn't make fun of you, it wasn’t you who came up with the name afterall. But it just felt… intimate.
You and Remus were no strangers to intimacy. He has spent many a night in your bed, cuddling you and sharing your warmth. He’s seen you change, he’s heard all about your escapades and fantasies, you've even kissed him a few times. There was really no boundary between the two of you. Well, save for the fact that you’ve never been with each other.
Remus is incredibly attractive, that’s not the issue. He’s also kind and warm, he would make the perfect boyfriend. You both were just afraid to push that boundary. You were best friends, you could never jeopardize that. So you decided that toeing the line was just fine.
“Oh come on,” he said, turning your face to look at him, “I’m not gonna make fun of you. You know that. Well… I might, just a little.”
You giggled and sighed, giving in. “They've been calling me… Bunny-”
You finished your sentence in a rush and dove back into his neck. You heard him chuckle beneath you.
“That’c cute.” He teased. Whether he was taking pity on you or if he just didn’t really care, he moved on from the topic. “You don’t know what they look like? Their ages?”
You shook your head.
That was the scary thrill of it all, the unknown.
“And what exactly are they expecting from this?” Remus asked, sounding a lot like the ‘what are your intentions with my daughter’ lecturing tone.
“They just want to meet, that’s it.” you explained. “They aren’t expecting anything from either of us. I think they wanna see if we're like, a good fit.”
“So it’s just like… a date?”
“Yeah,” you replied, “I guess so.”
You were more than relieved that Remus agreed to all of this. Although it may be thrilling, you still understood the dangers that came along with this. At least Remus would be there with you, that’s what you would continue to tell yourself to get some sort of relief to your anxiety.
Yes, you needed the money, and yes you were happy to take it from two men for doing absolutely nothing but looking pretty.
“And when is this?” Remus asked.
“Tomorrow night.” you answered.
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Just as Padfoot and Prongs said, a car was outside, ready to pick you up.
You spent a few hours deciding what you wanted to wear and debating if you wanted to dress Remus as well. You wanted to look good, you want the money after all and looking cute was the job. You could have gone slutty, a tiny skirt or dress that hugged your curves, but from the vibes Padfoot and Prongs described, it was going to be more casual. So you decided on a nicer pair of jeans and your favorite going-out-top.
You took a final look in your mirror, deciding that you looked just tempting enough, and walked out of your room to find Remus waiting for you on the living room couch.
He looked just as good. But you always thought he looked good, his sense of style was laid back but put together.
Remus smiled at you. You could tell he was nervous but, so were you. You felt butterflies all day and now that you were about to start driving over to their place, your heart was pounding.
Remus locked the door to your small apartment behind you and you both made your way downstairs to where your ride was waiting. You grabbed onto Remus's arm and pulled your body close to his. He would keep you safe from anything these strange men could throw at you, and you could breathe easy because of that.
Exiting your building, you were met with a nice black car waiting at the curb for you. A man opened the driver’s side door and made his way around the car to open the door for you and Remus. You had assumed that they had just ordered you two an uber or something, but this was way too expensive of a car to be any type of ride share.
You glanced back at Remus as if to say ‘are we really doing this’ one last time. Remus gave you a small smile and nod.
You thanked the man and entered the car. It was much nicer than any car you had ever been in. In fact, you couldn’t even name this brand of car, too nice to be in your small wheelhouse of car knowledge.
The leather was so smooth and the backseat so roomy.
You held onto Remus’s hand as the car started moving. You watched out the window, too nervous to focus on anything else.
Remus made some small talk with the driver, whose name was apparently Peter, but you just watched the buildings pass by. Leaving your neighborhood, the car headed for downtown, the lights of the highrises reflecting off the window. The apartments here must be leagues above the one you and Remus live in.
The car slowed and pulled into a parking garage of one of these expensive looking buildings. The garage was filled with nice cars just like the one you were in now, rows and rows of cars that each probably cost more than 10 years rent in your place.
The driver pulled into a space, parked, and opened your door for you. He led you and Remus to an elevator door. You hid your shaking hands by grabbing onto Remus yet again.
“All right,” the driver said, “here you are. Press the top button and you should be there in a moment.”
Remus thanked him and you nodded, still too nervous to speak. Once you stepped in the elevator, Remus pushed the topmost button, the 45th floor. The doors closed and you started the long journey up.
“Holy shit,” you said shakily, “they live in a penthouse.”
You watched the floor numbers climb, the doors would soon open and you would have to face the trouble you had gotten not only yourself into, but Remus as well.
“I don’t think I can do this,” you blurted out. Remus’s attention shifted to you. “Maybe we can stop this now and say that I got sick or something.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” He said, “This was your idea.”
You knew it was, you dragged him into this and now you were chickening out. This was so dangerous… and stupid!
Remus could obviously see your internal panic.
“Hey,” he said, turning you to face him. “Take a breath.” He waited for you to comply and took one deep breath with you when you did. “Okay, you said it yourself, they seem to really like you, yeah?”
You nodded.
“Okay, then what is there to worry about right now? If anything it should be me worrying, I haven’t interacted with them.” He smiled. “And besides, I’m here. Nothing bad is gonna happen. I’ll protect you, you know that.”
And you did. You were so incredibly happy he was here. If it were just you, you wouldn’t have even stepped foot into that car. But with Remus, the added layer of comfort and protection boosted your confidence a little. He was right. You sighed and prepared yourself to face these… men.
“That’s my girl,” Remus chuckled and looked back at the elevator doors, soon to open any second now. “Now, let's take these pervs for all they’re worth, yeah?”
You giggled and the elevator dinged.
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Floor 45 had only one door. One large, lavish front door to the penthouse you were about to enter.
You raised your hand and knocked politely, your stomach doing flips in anticipation, your mouth completely dry. But you weren’t going to show any signs of nerves, not when you were about to meet your potential future income.
You waited for all of thirty seconds before the door cracked open.
You were met with someone dressed far too casually to be the owner of this place. He had on red Converse and a red sweater with the name of the college he probably attended written across the chest all paired with a pair of jeans. His hair messy brown curls that made him look fashionably unkempt pinned back by his glasses resting atop his head.
He smiled and warmth radiated from him like the sun itself. He was very attractive,pretty tall, maybe around 6’1, still shorter than Remus but someone you might even consider your type. He looked from you to Remus, and his hazel eyes fell back to you.
He was around your age. He must be an assistant or personal chef or-
“Hello, Bunny.” He said smoothly.
You about choked on air. How did he… was that just like your codename for everyone, like all of their staff knew, oh god… does that mean the driver knew.
Your mind was racing as fast as your heart beat, but you couldn’t just stare at him anymore, he was standing there, waiting for a reply.
“Bunny,” you blurted out, your mind still doing the thinking and not realizing your mouth was catching up. “Uh sorry, I mean um… who am I talking to.” you said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, trying to be less awkward. Probably not succeeding. Remus was going to take the piss out of you later, you already knew it.
The man in front of you chuckled. “I believe we were going with Prongs.”
Your jaw dropped and you closed it immediately. This was one of the men you were talking to? This man was hot, he could do just fine on any other dating site. And he was your age, he was going to be your sugar daddy?
This was going to be… interesting.
“And I’m guessing you must be Moony,” He said, turning his attention to Remus.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Remus answered in a tone smooth and almost seductive. How was he being so cool? How is being more cool than you, damnit!?
“Come on in,” Prongs said, opening the door wider and ushering you both in.
You stepped into pure luxury, the entire environment at odds with the kind face that just greeted you at the door. In the living room everything was so sleek and clean, mostly shades of black and white with accents of maroon. Glass windows up to the ceiling, furniture made with what you could only guess was genuine, expensive leather, the floors so polished you could light reflecting off it.
The lights were dimmed and the fireplace was one of the only sources of light in the entire (giant) room. The others being dozens of lit candles scattered about.
“Make yourself at home,” Prongs urged. You didn’t know how you could, you were too nervous to sit on any of the furniture, afraid that your poor might rub off on it.
Remus, however, had no such reservations, he made his way into the middle of the living room, plopping himself down on one of the long couches. You smiled nervously at Prongs and scurried over to sit beside Remus.
Remus sat back and lounged one arm across the back of the couch, the other he used to set a comforting hand on your thigh, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Prongs.
“Are you a drug dealer?” Remus asked outright, surprising Prongs and almost stopping your heart. What is wrong with him?!
Luckily Prongs found it humorous. “I could see how you would think that, but no.” he answered. Remus squinted his eyes subtly, trying to figure him out.
How did he make his money? To be this young and afford a place like this… it wouldn’t be shocking if he were a drug dealer. But if he’s telling the truth, then he must be like a tech billionaire or, inherited a shit-ton of money from a dead grandparent. Perhaps he has a sugar daddy of his own…
Your thoughts were interrupted by another figure entering the room.
“Ah, here’s Padfoot now.” Prongs said, probably just as glad to have the awkwardness eased by distraction as you.
“Padfoot” revealed himself to be another absolutely gorgeous man.
While Padfoot was warmth and the sun incarnate, this man was the complete antithesis, he was cold and night, but just as beautiful in his own right.
He had long black hair tied back messily and framing his piercing silver-blue eyes. He was about as tall as Prongs and the skin you could see of his was covered in tattoos.
You turned to Remus who looked quite taken with Padfoot’s beauty and mouthed “Fuck me.” before turning back to get an eyeful of the two gorgeous men who were supposedly going to spoil you rotten.
You were going to have to be on your best behavior.
soo I hate to do this but this HAS to be broken up into parts. now little A/N: PLEASE DO NOT USE A SITE LIKE THAT! I am all for getting that bag, but do it safe, this is just a fic and reader can be silly here lol.
anyway ❤️
