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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.4 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: It's not the first time for any of the three. But it is your first time together. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes

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Chapter 73: Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“I surrender,” he said,  creating an oxymoron with the defying manner in which he spoke. His lips curled just slightly upwards as his gaze focused solely on yours.

The second Remus spoke, you dropped the wand on the side of the bed, and went back to kissing him. As Sirius admired from the sidelines, you placed both of your hands on Remus’ neck, dragging him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other. Remus’ tongue slid over your lips, soft, and tentative, only to be welcomed by the parting of your mouth. 

His lips tasted like chocolate spread and sparkling wine, but more than anything –they tasted like him, and you were hungry, unbelievably hungry for that flavour. You weren’t sure you’d ever have enough of it, but you were willing to continue trying for as long as it was necessary, and even if there never was enough, you’d be thrilled to kiss him for as long as the world continued to spin, and for as long as the sun continued to shine. 

He slid his hands down your back, savouring the curve of your waist, leaving one hand there and allowing the other to travel further down, playing with the flowy fabric of the short little skirt that had caught his eyes just a few minutes ago. It was softer than it looked, and although he couldn’t be bothered to check, he was pretty sure it had ridden up your thigh from the position you were both sitting in. You must have looked stunning. Sirius would readily confirm that you did. 

Your kisses were as addictive to him as his were to you. He felt like every breath he neglected to take was worth it. As long as he continued to taste your lips, he wouldn’t care much for running out of oxygen – asphyxia sounded better than pulling away from you. Even drugs would fall short in comparison. Nothing could draw him in like the smell of your skin against his own, nothing except for Sirius’, which had mingled with yours so much that he could pretty much taste him on your lips.

You pulled away for a second, cheeks warm and heart thumping against your ears as you tried to recover your breath. “Could I?” you asked as you touched the hem of his jumper. You knew he had nothing underneath – you’d noticed earlier while tickling him – and you knew how self-conscious he could be. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, not caring how desperate he might have sounded. You smiled, leaning back towards him, desperate to feel his lips against yours while you continued playing with the hem of his jumper, slowly sliding your hands underneath, feeling how much warmer he was in comparison to them. 

You could feel him tensing under your hands. His hand on your waist had slid down a bit as well, his thumb chasing the feeling of your skin, barely lifting the side of the jumper – coincidentally also his – that you were wearing. For a second, Remus wondered if it was more fun to take your or his own clothes off you. Sirius would favour taking Moony’s jumpers off you, just because he would get both of your enticing scents mingled together,  in the process. 

Your hands continued to roam through his chest until eventually you managed to pull the jumper half way up, amid a somewhat desperate attempt at both continuing to be touched by him and removing his hands from you so you could take off the sleeves of his jumper. When you eventually did manage to remove them, he was quick to pass it over his head and go back to your kiss. His hands now went back to your waist, attempting to push you back slightly, scared you might feel how aroused he was if you inched your waist any closer. 

He was sure you must have snogged Sirius like this thousands of times and that didn’t necessarily have to lead to anything else, to anything more. Especially since you hadn’t actually had sex with Pads until months after you started dating, and so Remus didn’t want to assume anything, even if you had been quite close to going through with it a few times so far. 

His brain understood that perfectly, but the rest of his body seemed to be in dissonance with it. The way you felt so close set him ablaze, and it was hard to make his limbs comprehend that kissing, even if it was fierce and desperate, wouldn’t necessarily lead to sex. Especially when his cock – seeming to have a mind of its own – continued twitching and straining against his pants in a way that was both painful and madly pleasurable. Perhaps he’d cum just from kissing you, however embarrassing it might be. 

He tried to hold his hands back from crawling too high, but they were almost acting on their own accord, and when you felt them brush right around the curve of your breast, you knew you had way too many clothes on. You pulled back to take your jumper and shirt off in a swift motion and discarded it behind you, somewhere on the floor. Remus wanted to admire you, but you were faster, connecting your lips together again; and he was not about to pull back from a kiss. 

Sirius, who had been watching all of it while eating strawberries, decided he wanted a better view, and stood, walking straight towards the two of you and sitting about half a metre away on the bed at first; then, he moved up towards the headboard and leaned back against the pillows, wondering if either of you would mind his staring.  

When you felt the shift on the bed, one of your hands instantly travelled in search for him, landing close to his knee, and settling there with an assuring squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but he knew he had to be there, he belonged there. Whether it was to watch the two of you kiss or to join you at the right moment, he knew he was welcomed, heck, perhaps even needed. 

Upon the feeling of more skin, Remus was ready to explore it all, so his kisses went from your lips to the side of your cheeks and then to your neck, needy, desperate, trying to maintain at least one hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t lean too close, which was becoming much harder now that you’d started swaying your hips towards him. You might have been too busy sighing, but Sirius had long ago noticed how turned on Remus was, and he was enticed by the idea of releasing him of his predicament. Would he mind? he wondered, if I touched him the way I touched Starshine in James' bedroom?  

It was that same line he didn’t know how or when to cross, Remus seemed perfectly fine with kissing him, with taking his shirt off, but they had never gotten further, and no matter how bold and reckless Sirius was, he was terrified of being rejected by Remus, of doing anything that would push him away, or kill the mood. They’d already had a big fight once, and those days in which Remus had ignored him had been torturous, he didn’t want that to ever happen again. 

You were panting now, your breath escaping your mouth in soft little sounds that made his mind start spinning, and his cock strained against his trousers almost as much as Remus’ was. The sounds of Remus kissing your shoulder were just as entrancing. Sirius started leaning towards the two of you, ready to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, since it was the closest spot available, when Remus pulled from you as if he’d been burned. 

You stared at him with heavily lidded eyes and a hazy confused gaze, swaying between the heady waves of pleasure still running through you and the slight annoyance from how fast he’d pulled away from you, as if he had tasted something he didn’t like. 

“What’s–” 

“I did that,” he said as he stared at your shoulder, horrified. 

You turned to look, bleary-eyed still. Realisation hit you the moment you saw what he was looking at. Your scar. It was fully healed now, but the slightly whiter tissue and the jagged lines of the ridges were still there, almost impossible to mask, a permanent reminder of that night, a permanent reminder of Moony. 

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said softly. While the lines on your arm were thick and visible, they were nothing compared to what he’d done to himself. To the scars from Moony clawing at him and from the fresher ones where his skin ripped apart to let the Wolf out. For you, the pain was gone; he had to live with it on a constant basis. 

“It’s not fine,” he said, voice low, almost cracking near the end. You could hear the self-hatred hidden beneath it. 

You took his chin in your hands and pulled him back to look at you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reassured. “It’s just a mark.” 

“A mark that I made, a constant reminder of who I am, of what I am. Of how dangerous, or the mons–“ 

“Stop!” You commanded. “It’s none of those things.” He sighed, his shoulders slouching as his head tilted to the side, contritely, you figured. He didn’t believe you. 

“You should have seen the way the water clung to it in the fae pool,” Sirius said. “It was beautiful.” 

“Don’t call it that!” Remus retorted, almost too fast, both offended and angry by the prospect.

“Why not?” You asked with a frown. “Why should we see it as something other than beautiful?” 

“Because I hurt you!” he said, his chest rising as he got worked up. “What I did caused you pain for weeks, you could barely carry your fucking bags because of it, it’s a permanent reminder of everything that went wrong–” 

“It is not!” you interrupted, even more sternly now. “It might have been painful when it happened but it’s not painful anymore.” Trying to explain how you’d not only gotten used to it – but even attached to it – was something you’d never thought you’d had to do, but you were trying to think of a way. 

Remus, on the other hand, following his tendencies of rejecting his own body and thinking himself as a monster, was finding it hard not to reject the marks that matched his own. Not because he thought you looked any less beautiful due to them, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d been the cause of your pain, which was not only unacceptable, but too close to his worst fear: Moony hurting the people he loved. 

“I don’t see them as remnants of pain,” you said, still struggling to find the right words; all the reading you’d done must have left something, right? “They’re more like… ink on a parchment,” you breathed, “telling the story of that night, yes, but of many things afterwards, too. Of our friendship, of the day I discovered the boys were animagi, of the day you discovered I was a fox. Of how I turned into Vixen, of how we all grew closer, of Sirius cleaning my wounds in the river, of Lily helping me heal – hell, of Lily stealing supplies from Pomfrey, something I never expected to happen.

“Of talking to Myrtle while trying to clean an open wound, and – I won’t lie, not all the stories are happy ones,” you said, thinking of Evan gripping onto your arm and threatening you when you figured he was dating Barty. “But they’re my story, a reminder of everything I have and haven’t done since I got here. It’s not a painful scar, Rem – it’s part of who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s our story.”  

“Besides, it’s a reminder of you,” Sirius said with a small adoring smile. He was soft as he brushed his fingers on Remus’ neck and squeezed ever so gently, as reassuring as he could.

Remus looked at him and then at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying, as if he thought it was all just an attempt at placating him. “Do you think them ugly?” you asked. 

“What?” he reacted almost immediately, his brows furrowing for a split second as he looked at the scars again and then at you. “Of course not!” he said, searching for your eyes. One of the things he had always been scared of was being naked and people seeing his scars –  Moony’s self-inflicted scars – and now he was making you feel insecure about them – or so he thought. “No! I’d never–“ he stumbled on his own words. “I just hate myself for having done that to you.” 

“It was Moony, not you, Remus.” 

“It’s the same thing,” he retorted. 

“It is not,” you soothed. “Similar? Yes. Same beautiful eyes, same piercing gaze, but I know you’d never hurt me. In fact, I’m quite sure he’d never hurt me either.” 

Remus shook his head, and allowed it to fall on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, looking at the scar as he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over it, curious as to how it felt: if it was the same as his skin, if it would be softer, because your skin was softer either way. “Will you ever forgive me?” he mumbled. 

“I forgave Moony ages ago,” you responded, turning your head towards him and pressing a short kiss to his hair. “Did you know he and Vixen are friends now?” you teased. 

He laughed, not wholeheartedly, but the hint of a chuckle was there, almost as if it’d gotten stuck on his throat. 

“I can confirm that,” Sirius said with a smile. “Good friends, Moony can barely tolerate her playing with me.”

“You’re a pair of idiots,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver. 

“But we’re your idiots,” Sirius said with unquestionable devotion in his eyes.   

“And we like you very, very much,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, right below his ear. “An insane amount,” you said before pressing another. “How much more convincing do you need?”

Remus was about to say he was convinced, but Sirius beat him to speak, “I may have an idea of how to make him stop worrying about the little things.” 

“Oh,” you said, your mouth not leaving Remus’ neck as your gaze tilted to Sirius. “You do?” 

“I think so,” he smirked. “What do you say, Moons?” 

“Sirius, whatever it is you’re thinking–” 

“It was a rhetorical question,” Sirius said, gently pulling Moony’s head back and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You smiled, Moony chased Sirius’ lips as his arm laced behind your back and pulled you a little closer, as if not to lose your kisses on his neck. You smiled knowingly, and started pressing kisses now all over his shoulder as well, making sure to kiss his scars as much as you were kissing the rest of his skin. 

“We should–” you breathed, “probably lock the door.” 

Sirius separated himself from Remus’ mouth just long enough to respond with a grin, “I did that when you were tickling each other.” You grinned back, satisfied, and continued to press kisses on Remus, and while neither of you knew exactly how to proceed, there was something the three of you would have agreed on: it felt just right. 

Without even thinking what you were doing, you started rocking your hips against Remus’ again. He tried to hold you back again, but Siriuis was quicker, and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in his. 

Remus spoke in between kisses, “Sirius, wait, I–“ 

“–It’s okay,” he responded, voice raspy. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy.” 

“But–“ Sirius kissed him again, swallowing his worries. Remus was still scared of you feeling how hard he was. 

But you were more inclined to it than anything, pushing your entire self closer to him and feeling his bulge against you. The moment the direct friction hit him, Remus groaned, accidentally biting Sirius’ lips. “Fuck, sorry–” he said as he pulled back to look at Sirius who instead of complaining was grinning like an idiot. 

“Étoile, do that again, will you?” he said, breathing heavily as he stared at Remus. 

“What do you mean, Puppy?” you said innocently, “This?” you added as you pressed your hips against Remus again, this time a muffled moan escaped his lips. What a lovely sound, you thought. 

Sirius laughed, while Remus stared at him, a mix between reproachful and delighted, his cheeks warm and his lips slightly swollen; he looked absolutely divine. 

“Or this?” you added, this time pressing a kiss just above the end of Remus’ jaw, which elicited another –. if softer – sound from Remus. You were tempted to bite his earlobe but decided to stick to kissing, since it was something you had done earlier. 

“Fuck the two of you,” Remus said, clearly amused. 

“Oh, you might get to do just that, Moons, do not despair,” Sirius responded. You laughed, Remus was about to argue again, but you rocked your hips to him, this time grinding onto his boner a little longer and his breath got caught in his throat. 

“Fuck,” he said again, this time not directed towards anybody in particular.

“She does that sometimes,” Sirius said with a laugh before pulling Remus in for another kiss. 

“I do what sometimes?” you asked before you went back to kissing Remus’ neck, still softly dry humping against his trousers. 

“Whatever the fuck you want,” Sirius responded. “Drives me mad.” 

“Slander,” you retorted with a smile. 

“Highly doubt it, Little Witch,” Remus teased and moaned as you rocked your hips into his a bit harder, in retaliation. 

“Can I get rid of these?” you asked as you took a hold of his belt. “Bit rough.” 

“Mhm,” Remus barely managed to answer in between a kiss. You smiled, unbuckling his belt and then going straight for the latch of his trousers. You already knew the location of it from the Prefects’ bath, which made it much easier. With the help of Sirius, you somehow managed to pull the entire thing off, leaving Remus with nothing but his underwear – a black snugly pair that hugged his thighs and made the tent of his cock straining against them impossible to hide. 

You stared for a second, trying not to think too much of the size. You already kind of knew he was bigger than Sirius – Rem was taller after all – and you had felt it in the Prefects’ Bathroom; but you had not been expecting the sizeable bulge in front of you.

Of course Sirius noticed that too, and there was no way he’d miss the opportunity to tease you. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he told Remus as he pulled from the kiss and tilted his head towards you while biting his bottom lip. 

You turned to him almost instantly, cheeks burning and a small frown on your face. Sirius smiled and gave you a teasing eyebrow raise while Remus turned to you, head tilted just slightly to the side. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always admired him,” you responded a little haughtily, but Sirius just chuckled.

“Brilliant save,” he responded. Remus turned to him inquisitively, about to ask something, but Sirius was faster. “We might not be the only ones with wandering eyes.” Remus raised both of his eyebrows at Sirius who was just nodding as he licked his lips. He already had an idea of Remus’ size, he’d lived with him for years, and one time while they were pissed they had all decided to measure their own dicks. Sirius had never been self conscious about his looks, so the fact that Remus was bigger had never raised any insecurities. 

“Sirius,” you warned. 

“I mean, it’s only healthy that you’d be looking at his boner,” Sirius replied with a nonchalant shrug, completely unaffected by your warnings. You scoffed and swatted the side of his arm playfully, but he took the chance to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him and into a kiss. By now, Sirius had one leg bent on the bed and the other hanging from the edge, allowing him to get much closer to the two of you, one of his hands still on the back of Remus’ neck as he kissed you shamelessly. 

Remus felt his cock twitch against you as he saw the two of you kiss, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, searching for that same friction from earlier. You smiled, leaning closer and grinding straight on his boner as you continued to kiss Sirius, who had now leaned close enough for you to feel his bulge straining against the side of your leg. 

You continued kissing Sirius, moving your hand on Remus’ shoulder just long enough to move his hair behind his ear, so Moony had a better view of his beautiful boyfriend kissing you, as you continued to rub yourself against him. Your movements were slow but purposeful, moving your hips just enough to maintain a constant rhythm that had your core aching for more. Not to mention the soft movement allowed your knee to grind against Sirius’ length, even if with slightly less control. 

“Ah, fuck,” Sirius said as you angled your leg slightly to the side. He teasingly bit your lip in retaliation and angled himself closer to feel more friction. All the while, Remus stared at the two of you, breath short from your ministrations and the absolutely delightful sight he had. Perhaps he now understood why Sirius hadn’t let you off his lap while he was kissing you; there was something ardent about getting to have you grinding against him while you kissed Sirius. Something tantalising about the fact that he could easily lean down to kiss your neck or touch you – which he eventually did. 

His hand on your hips lowered further and crept under your skirt while his lips found home on your neck. You sighed in the middle of Sirius’ kiss which encouraged him to suck lightly on the side of your neck while his thumb traced soft circles on your upper thigh. “Did you wear this little thing on purpose?” Remus asked after pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and looking at the silhouette of his hand under your skirt. Never in a million years did he imagine he’d be doing something like this. 

“Well, I was told it was a cute date outfit,” you said, almost innocently, which surprised Remus since you had been sinfully kissing Sirius just seconds before.

“It’s a tempting date outfit,” Sirius responded with a smirk, basically stealing Remus’ words from the tip of his tongue. 

“Quite,” Remus said, gently pinching the side of your leg which got you clenching around nothing, his thumb slowly sliding closer and closer to your core, even if it was still just on your leg. 

“She’s a real tease, Moons. What she did in the Prefect’s bathroom was nothing.” 

“I guessed as much,” Remus retorted, his voice a few tones lower than it had been previously. “She’s dating you after all,” he pressed a soft kiss in the space between your collarbone and your neck. “Besides, she’s always been a tease,” his thumb was now toying with the edge of your knickers, right on your hip bone. “But she’s not the only one,” he turned to you, “Little Witch, do you mind if I…?” 

He didn’t have to finish the sentence, his teasing hand was enough for you to know exactly what he wanted. “Yes!” you said breathily. “I mean, no– I don’t mind.” Remus chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, he was looking straight at you now. You somehow managed to get a hold of yourself, even if your head still felt airy with everything that was going on around you, the stimulation of senses overwhelming in the best possible way. “You promised you’d show me one day, remember?” 

“Show her?” Sirius said inquisitively as he turned to Remus. 

“How good I am with my hands,” Remus retorted with a small, confident smirk, going back to kissing your neck while his thumb brushed over your clothed mound, and almost faltered. “Shit.” 

“What?” Sirius asked, instantly turning to Remus. 

“She’s so fucking wet,” he retorted, his finger slowly brushing up and down your slit, both to tease you and to feel just how much of your knickers had been ruined by your arousal. 

“Is she now?” Sirius said with a smirk, exchanging a look between you and Remus, a slight teasing edge as he turned to you. 

“As if you didn’t have your own little problems,” you said, shifting your knee, almost instantly earning a groan from him, which got you to giggle. 

“Little Vixen,” Sirius said before dragging you back into a kiss, pressing himself even harder against your knee, he clearly wished you aware of how much he wanted you.

“If you need me to stop at any point,” Remus said, his thumb pressing against you with a little more purpose, “Just say so, okay?” You hummed in response, afraid another embarrassing moan would leave your mouth if you tried to say yes. “Good girl,” Remus said with a smile, and once again you were clenching on air and accidentally biting Sirius’ neck. 

“Remus, Luv,” Sirius said with a smug smile. “I think she liked it when you called her that.” 

“You talk too much, Puppy,” you said, pulling your knee back and replacing it with your hand, gripping him right over his trousers. You rose from his neck to look at him with a rather confident grin, he was biting on his bottom lip hard, trying to keep his mouth shut as you continued to brush your hand over him. 

You were about to smile and say something else when Remus – in a rather swift movement – flicked your knickers to the side and allowed his thumb to press onto your slit. His fingers got much wetter than just seconds before, and the warmth of your body was enough to make the slightest bit of precum soil the inside of his underwear, the dark fabric becoming a shade deeper right over his tip. He was lucky you were distracting Sirius with your teasing, or he would have been the focus of his teasing from then on.

Not that Sirius was faring much better, with your hand gently patting him the way it was, causing the fabric to brush against his cock in an almost sinful way. “Shit,” Sirius whispered. 

“Good boy,” you said with a smirk, a bit condescendingly. He threw you an amused look, and you secured your grip around his cock, causing him to gasp, his hand on your waist tightening as his eyes shone with lust. 

You were about to say something else when Remus found your clit. He gently pressed the pad of his finger against it and felt you shudder, your legs opening a little wider for him instinctively, he smirked and pressed it again, which had you clenching, your hips moving by themselves, chasing more of the pleasure. “How’s that, Little Witch?” he asked. 

Sirius, noticing your cloudy gaze, smiled and leaned into Remus, whispering something in his ear. “What did he say?” you breathed, his finger was now softly rubbing against your clit, rhythmically, making you feel incredible and crave more all at the same time. Even your hand on Sirius had become slightly dumber as if your brain couldn’t quite cope with both things at the same time. 

“He said he does not believe me, wants to see for himself,” Remus smiled. 

“Huh?” 

“Come here,” Sirius said, pulling you towards him and away from Remus’ hands. You were about to protest, but Remus’ hand was kept close to you still, his thumb tracing circles on your inner thigh as Sirius repositioned both himself and you. 

Sirius rested his back against the headboard, and you ended up with your back pressed against his chest, right between his legs – you could feel his unrelenting boner against your back. He had both hands on your waist, and gently pulled the fabric of your skirt up, slowly revealing Remus’ hand on your thigh and your very wet underwear. “Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling his hips up against your back involuntarily. 

“Told you so,” Remus said with a smirk. “Look what we’ve done to her, poor thing.” He then focused his gaze on you. He didn’t even have to ask, you merely nodded. He grinned, his hand on your leg slowly crept up until he reached the top hem of your knickers and started pulling them down, grazing your skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your calf once they were past it. Sirius, who at any other moment might have been looking straight at your juicy cunt, had been – exactly like you – absolutely enthralled by Remus’ movements. 

Sharp jaw, eyes focused, slow. As if there was no rush, as if you weren’t pulsating for his hand just a few inches away. Once they were off, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed, groaning as he exhaled. “I knew you’d smell delightful but fuck, Little Witch.” 

“And she tastes even better,” Sirius said from behind you, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a smirk. 

“Bet,” Remus said as he threw the knickers at Sirius, who caught them with one hand, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin. Remus then traced a path with both of his hands – from the arches of your feet to the middle of your thighs, and then he allowed them to sneak in between them, gently spreading you open for him. You shuddered, your hips snapping up just a little in response. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you, spread for him for the first time. “Ravishing” he whispered to himself, his awestruck stare causing Sirius to finally tear his gaze from Remus and look at you. 

“Fuck,”  he whispered, his hands gently tensing around your arms as he forced himself not to buck his hips against your back another time. You’d fucked, and he’d touched you there, but in neither of those moments had he had the opportunity to admire you in the way he was admiring you now. How juicy you looked, the memory of how you felt around him, – how tight you’d been – it made his mouth water and his dick press against your back in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. Not to mention he had twice as many reasons to cum this time around. Remus was sitting on the bed half-naked, his muscles flexing as his stunning hands – he finally got what you meant by that – were teasing you mercilessly. 

“Remus please,” you pretty much whined, his thumbs had been gently brushing your inner thigh, close enough to your core that you could feel their warmth, but still not touching you. 

“You were the curious one, Luv,” he said with a smirk. You were about to protest, but Remus placed his thumb on your slit again, and the relief it gave you was enough to get you crooning. His movements, deep within your folds, were lenient, merciful, moving softly from the very bottom to the top of your slit, making sure to gather your juices as he found his way back up to your clit. Teasing the bud once, and then starting to make gentle circles that had you pushing yourself against him. The rest of his hand was gently pressing into your mound, bringing a layer of warmth and pressure against your stubbornly rocking hips.

Your soft sighs and whimpers had slowly turned into moans, stifled by your teeth that sharply sunk into your bottom lip. “It’s okay, Étoile, we want to hear the sounds you make,” Sirius said as he cupped your chin with his hands and pressed his thumb against your lips, which gave you a chance to tease him that you wouldn’t pass up, no matter how mindless Remus’ fingers were making you. You took his hand in yours and gently pushed his finger into your mouth – he’d done it to you once, licking off your juices right in front of your face and groaning – this time, it was your turn. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around his finger and moaning dissolutely as you gently allowed his finger to leave your mouth again, causing Sirius to groan. 

“And I– ahhh – I want to hear yours as well,” you retorted breathily. “Fuck Rem, you really meant it when you–” 

A stifled breath stopped you from talking as Remus turned his wrist around and pressed one of his knuckles against your entrance, softly moving it up and down teasingly. He searched for your eyes, a quick movement, just to make sure he wasn’t doing something you wouldn’t like before uncurling his finger and gently teasing again. He was almost dreadfully slow as he finally allowed the tip of his finger inside you. He looked for your eyes again. Sirius smiled as he saw you nodding, almost too eagerly. He wouldn’t have been as patient as Remus had been, perhaps he would have already eaten you out by now, but it seemed like his slow peace was completely undoing you, and he loved your bleary gaze, fighting to get a sense of yourself as you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

Perhaps he could aid as well, “Étoile, may I take this off?” he asked as he grabbed the strap of your bra. 

“Mhm,” you retorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Can’t be the only one enjoying myself, can I?” 

“Oh, we’re enjoying ourselves plenty,” Sirius retorted, eyeing Remus’ hand, his finger still teasing your entrance, “I’d like to help Rem, though.” 

As Sirius sneaked his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, Remus’ finger found its way inside you. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Remus said as he looked at Sirius in disbelief. 

“Yeah, and you haven’t even felt when she–” Remus groaned “–Does the clenching thing,” Sirius said with a smirk, turning his eyes from Remus to go back to his previous task, bringing his hands from behind you to the front and pulling the bra off as gently as Remus had taken your knickers off.

Remus stared, enthralled at the sight in front of him, his finger inside you unmoving while his thumb continued the same steady rhythm as before. You were almost completely bare, your flimsy skirt – ridden halfway up your belly – the only piece of clothing left, and both boys seemed keenly aware of it. 

Sirius brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, wetting them before lowering them back into your skin, allowing them to fall on the side of your breast, and then tracing a sloppy path towards your nipples the air and the wetness from his fingers causing them to perk even before he’d touched them. 

He smiled, his breath hitting the crown of your head as he circled them around your hardened nipple, softly before pinching; you moaned and he smiled, he too could pull those wonderful sounds from you. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve seen, Moons?” 

“Both of you are,” Remus retorted, as he managed to tear his gaze from your breasts to look at Sirius, his curls framing his face delicately, bright eyes lost on you. The moon and the stars would be jealous of how stunning you looked. But the universe would be proud. Proud that its stardust had created beauty that rivalled itself, both in nature and in men. 

Remus’ finger inside you started to move, not quite in and out, but rather in a curling motion, exploring every inch of you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for more, which had him gently pull it out and then allowing it back in; you were so wet at this point that you were sure there would be a puddle in the sheets after you moved. 

While Remus continued exploring, his pace becoming slightly faster now, Sirius’ fingers on your breasts were working you up almost as much, not just because he was touching them, but rather because of how he was touching them, teasing them with slow, lewd movements that felt like pure debauchery. And then there was the scenery, whichever way you looked, you could spot one of your boys, either Sirius’ lecherous lips and long dark eyelashes or Remus’ thick muscles and piercing golden eyes, pupils blown as he looked at his hand, his finger disappearing inside you just as enthralling as Sirius’ soft hands toying with your top half. 

Remus carefully teased your entrance with another finger, making sure it was just as wet with your juices before he started to press into you. you felt the stretch, letting out a soft “Aaaah,” in the process. 

“Hurts?” He asked when he noticed the way your eyes closed shut. 

“No,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop!” 

Remus’ worried expression turned into a satisfied smirk, and he continued pressing his fingers inside you, letting out a few curses as he felt the pressure of your tight walls surrounding him; he couldn’t help but imagine how mind numbing you’d feel around his cock, the animal part of him wanted to pull his fingers away and replace them with it, a maddening need to just feel you... so close that he wouldn’t even be able to think of anything else. But Remus, the ever-sensible man he was, knew there was no way in hell he could do that without causing you pain, certainly not with how tight you felt around his fingers. 

Instead, he decided to focus on you and on Sirius’ tiny little whines as you moved your hips against him. He was careful and ever so gentle as he moved his fingers in and out of you, opening them little by little, stretching you out ever so slightly. 

“More pressure,” Sirius whispered, “your thumb, you can add more pressure.” 

Remus turned to him, cheeks flushed and an eyebrow raised. 

“Trust me,” Sirius said with a small smirk, gently cupping your breast in one of his hands, allowing his middle and index fingers to pinch your nipple, and gently massaging the bottom with his thumb, causing you to clench around Remus’ fingers who, for a whole second, thought he was going to cum. He sucked in a breath and then did as told, tentatively pressing a little harder, your hips bucked against him almost instantly.

He bit his lip and continued to rub your clit with the newfound pressure, and your hips started bucking against his expert fingers desperately, his hand on your thigh travelling to your hip to gently push you down. “Fuck, Rem, I think I might–” he flicked his fingers inside you just right, and you couldn’t even finish speaking; your eyes shut, your lips bitten, and a high pitched moan poured from your mouth, reverbrating through the room enough to make you feel conscious – at least if you’d had any wits to care at that precise moments. Your stomach tightened and your hips spasmed until you saw stars, your head spinning as you tried to catch your breath. 

“How was that, Starshine?” asked Sirius with a soft and slightly smug smile while gently pulling some of the sweat-stuck hair out of your face, and blowing some air into your hot cheeks.

“He wasn’t joking,” you managed to respond, voice airy as you gathered your breath, a pleasant smile on your face. “When he said he was good.” 

Remus’ thumb started to slow down, his fingers moving much slower as he pulled them out, he didn’t want to overstimulate you. When his fingers were out, he rested his hand on the side of your hip, fingers pressing gently on your skin as he looked at you. You looked absolutely stunning in your current state, and he felt both in awe and pleased that he had made it happen. His loving gaze eventually travelled from you towards Sirius, and when their eyes locked, the mischievous shine in Sirius’ pale blue irises was enough to tell – he was up to something. 

You were still floating when Sirius’ hand crawled from your breast towards Remus’, fingers gently brushing over each other as one encapsulated the other. You smiled at the sweet gesture, but Sirius had something else in mind: he slid his hand again, fingers brushing on Remus’ palm before he pulled it up towards himself. Moony’s fingers were still wet with your slick as Sirius pulled them towards his mouth and sucked. 

Remus was bunching the bedsheets in his free hand as Sirius savoured you off of him, purposefully sucking just a little longer like you had done with his finger earlier. When Sirius pulled the two fingers out and sucked on his thumb, Remus couldn’t hold it any longer, he pushed himself towards Sirius, pulling out his thumb and leaving a wet trail on his lover’s sharp jawline only to replace it with his lips. 

Both boys groaned as they kissed, Sirius’ hand nudging your shoulder softly helped you move up a little, so you wouldn’t be crushed by either, which had you end up in between the two of them, your ass pressed to Sirius’ left leg and Remus’ naked torso pressed onto your bare chest. 

You smiled, looking at the two of them kissing each other so fervently, and leaned your head towards Remus, pressing a trail of soft and wet kisses from his jawline to his shoulder. Your kisses were soft and rather lazy at first, since you were still recovering from your high, but soon enough they turned hungry again, matching the energy of their kiss. 

Remus’ hand ended up under Sirius’ shirt as they kissed, creeping up his chest with a tentative softness as if he was still scared the boy would reject his advances. To his relief, Sirius not only didn’t reject them, but he relished in his warm touch, groaning into the kiss when Remus’ fingers brushed the side of his ribs. 

Sirius tried to unbutton his shirt with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist but couldn’t get the buttons out. “Need help with that?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Wouldn’t you like to help?” Sirius retorted as Remus pulled back just a little, adjusting his weight to his legs instead of his hands so he could remove it, but Sirius, who was more focused on the kiss, pulled him by the arm again and Remus ended up falling on top of the three of you with a rather ungraceful thump. 

“Aaaaaah,” Sirius complained. “Luv, your leg.”  

“Mine?” You and Remus asked at the same time, both moving your legs however you could. 

“Vixen’s,” he said, “it’s crushing my bollocks!.” 

“Shit sorry,” you said. Remus pushed himself off of you by leaning his hand on the side of the bed and you managed to move your leg to the other side, back still pressed to Sirius. “Is little Sirius okay?” you asked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s crotch. 

“Little Si–” Remus started, and broke into a laugh. 

“What?” you asked with a smile, knowing he was making fun of the way you’d said it. 

“Nothing, it’s just–” he laughed again. You started laughing, and Sirius followed shortly. Remus had let his head fall on your shoulder as he laughed, and Sirius’ head was leaning against it, enjoying the scent of Moony’s hair as he laughed, the three of you completely tangled in each other. 

“Do you think we’ll get better at this?” Sirius asked in between laughs. 

“Better? I’m already having a blast,” you replied. 

“That’s because your nuts weren’t being strangled.” 

“Such a drama queen,” you retorted, and Sirius pouted. Remus turned his head to look at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards just a little bit. Your eyes locked on his, “What is it?” you asked, biting off a playful smile. “That’s your ‘I’ve got an idea’ face.” 

 Remus’ smile widened, “Nothing, I mean, I was just thinking–” he breathed “– how about we give him a reason to take back those words?”

Your smile matched his in an instant, what a brilliant idea. 

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A/N: Happy Valentines! Thought sharing a bit of the love in GC matches the month and the day so I held this chapter for today instead of posting on Wednesday. Hope you had fun, and expect more spice next chap. Love, Lils

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rating: 18+. mdni

pairing: remus x reader

content: stepcest, noncon

your nose aches, plastered firmly against the double stacked flat pillow of your bed. the pale blue pillowcase snugly fit around the two pillows, concealing the aged stains and uneven fluff and harboring the faint scent of your shampoo. you take in abrupt breaths through your parted lips between each cruel thrust, only for the air to be knocked from them as soon as the lean hips pounded against yours.

you regret digging into your savings for things that now seem entirely useless, instead of letting the hidden cash collect a few bills larger to purchase a brand new mattress. the aged springs of your current bed creak terribly, sounding loudly in the room among his strangled groans, the slapping of skin, and the venomous hiss of your stepfather's words.

“why are you crying, little girl?” he taunts, his scorching breath fanning your ear. “you wanted a daddy, didn’t you?”

you whimper into your pillow, your fingers trembling as you clutched your sheets in what you couldn’t decide was fear or anger. you don’t speak, focusing on trying to keep yourself conscious between each brutal blow to your cervix.

rough hands twist your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow with a painful pull of your neck. you cry out softly, the creaky bed springs sounding even louder without the obstruction of your hair in your ears. “I asked you a fucking question,” he grits, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “answer it.”

you hiccup, the tears that soaked into your pillow now rushing down your face, “y-yes…”

he moans, hips rutting faster, his chest pressing into your back, the thin fabric of your shirt the only thing keeping him from touching your skin. “tell me you want me. tell me you want your daddy, little bitch.”

“I…” you swallow thickly, “I want you, remus...”

one of his hands slithers up your arm, wrapping itself around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your heart thump even harder against your chest. “call me ‘daddy’. because that’s what you want so bad, isn’t it? bitching and moaning about your real daddy. I’m your daddy now so fucking say it.”

you sniffle, taking in a rough breath as you feel his fingers squeeze harder. “daddy,” you croak. “I want you, daddy.”

“fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, lost in the steady rhythm of his assault. “do you hear how pathetic you sound? begging for a daddy at your age. you’re so… incredibly… fuck… pathetic. aren’t you?”

you nod as far as you can, feeling strands of your hair tearing from your scalp. “yes, daddy, I’m…” you hiccup, your entire body quivering in agony that seems to ripple through every inch of your being. “I’m pathetic.”

he groans lowly, clearly pleased. “yes, you are… a pathetic but sweet, pitiful thing.” his nose rubs against the soft spot behind your ear, inhaling the scent of your sweat and despair deeply. “say it again. say it until you believe it.” he thrusts again, pausing deep inside you. “because your daddy’s always right… isn’t he, sweetheart?”

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one of euphemia’s nosey friends mistaking darling and dad!james for a couple at a holiday party and telling them they’d make beautiful babies and you laugh it off while james is panicking because he can’t get the image out of you pregnant with his baby out of his head

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hi! I love ur writing! 🥹🥹🥹 is request still going? If not, it’s alright, I just want to say how much i missed u

hi! thank you so much!! yes my requests are open. but i am sick rn so i probably won’t get to them td, but i will when i feel better, so feel free to send something in 😊

[papillon-mechant]

Can you do sirius black and reader. Sirius helping the reader relax after a stressful week. Just being all soft.

Yes I can! Thank you for requesting!

You were exhausted. It had been the worst week of your life. It started on Monday, when some idiot Slytherins decided to steal all your white undershirts and die them green. You had to wait two whole days for the new ones to be delivered. Then slughorn decided your essay on the origin of the use of crow feathers was too good to actually be written by you, which landed you in detention for the third time this semester.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, the elves made egg tarts for dinner, you hated egg tarts. So now you're sitting in your dorm alone, tired, hungry and overwhelmed. You're so lost in your thoughts you don't even hear the sound of the door opening, nor do you notice sirius enter with a plate full of your favorite treats. That is until he sits on the end of your bed and scared the shit out of you when he touches your leg.

"Merlin! It's just me beautiful." He chuckles, startled himself by your reaction. You stare at his face for a second and, feeling all of the built up emotions from this week bubble to the surface, you lunge into his arms, almost knocking him over in the process. Sirius wraps his arms around you instantly, holding you close to him as you begin to sob into his shoulder.

"Oh puppy," he coos, rubbing his hands up and down your back, "what's the matter?" He asks, pulling your head from his shoulder and cupping your face in his hands. He moves a strand of hair from your cheek, wet from your tears.

"I'm just so tired." You cry, unable to stop the spill of tears that fall from your eyes. Sirius' heart breaks at the sight of you. He can see how tired you are, there are bags under your eyes, and the usual light behind them is gone, replaced with nothing but exhaustion.

"Here love, you need to eat." Sirius sits you up, setting the plate on the bed between the two of you. He picks up a small croissant and guides it to your mouth, nodding slightly and encouraging you to take a bite. You listen without hesitation, sighing lightly at your first bite of food for the day.

For the rest of the night. Sirius waits on you, hand and foot. He showers you with praise and affection, feeding you the rest of the food on the plate. He draws you a bath, helping you wash up in a way that wasn't sexual, but still intimate. At the end of the night, he lays himself on your bed, holding the covers open and encouraging you to lay on top of him. You take the offer with no hesitation, pressing your full weight onto his body, savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around you as you slowly drift into a deep sleep.

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its the way I only got two requests from this 😀maybe I won't come back💀

Papillon's Bakery Grand Re-Opening Celebration

Hello everybody and welcome to the grand re-opening of the papillon-mechant bakery! I've been wanting to come back for so long, but I was putting it off because I knew that I'd have to go through my following which was very time consuming, and i'm l a z y!! anywayyyy, i have finally returned with a new blog theme and a bunch of old, unwritten ideas.

In celebration of my return, i will be opening my asks for any and all requests. moodboards, blurbs, silly questions, anything your heart desires. Just please remember to follow my request rules because those haven't changed! I'm keeping this celebration open a whole week, from 2/6-2/13. so please join me in celebrating my return and hopefully this goes well and i can stay lol.

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Hii! Absolutely love your fics. I think we need a little more awareness for big dick people — remus (stepbrother preferably) making reader suck his dick, but he goes to far so she ends up throwing up. But like, soft remus. Because there should be more awareness that this can happen 😭💜💜💜

Hi! Thank you! I didn't include the actual event bc I'm not super comfortable writing something like that but I did my best! also I didn't really include the step plot much but you can imagine him as step brother remus if you want

"Love, come on. Come out, please?" Remus begs, pressing his head against the bathroom door and rattling the knob, disappointed to find it locked. On the other side of the door, you're sitting on the bathroom floor, knees to your chest and head hung in shame and embarrassment.

He knocks again, lightly as not to startle you on the other side, "Please y/n, just talk to me." Even though he can't see you, you shake your head from behind the door, refusing to let him in. You cry silently to yourself, trying your best to get the image of earlier events out of your head.

Just a few moments before you locked yourself in the bathroom, you and remus were in the process of being intimate. Something that's not even remotely new to the two of you. But this time was different. You had spent the whole day teasing him, from the way you licked your spoon at breakfast, to the way you bent over to retrieve ingredients for slughorn's most recent potions assignment. You were driving him crazy.

So after dinner, when the two of you had finally reached your dorm, he jumped on you like a feral animal. Clashing your mouths together in a mess of teeth and tongue, he slowly but intently guided you to your knees in front of him. He held your whole face in just one of his big, veiny hands, forcing you to look up at him and giving you nothing more than a knowing look, which was enough to spring you into action, working to remove his clothes.

When he was finally free of his cloth prison, remus wasted no time shoving his cock as far down your throat as you could fit, making you instantly gag and throw your hands on his thighs, trying to give yourself some relief. Remus was having none of that. He grabbed you by your ponytail and gave into his frustrations with your teasing, fucking your throat raw and hard.

Now normally, he would give you opportunities to sit up, to catch your breath. But something had taken over him this time, and even when he heard you gag harder than he'd ever heard, he didn't stop. And because it had only been a little under an hour since dinner, you couldn't stop what happened next.

Remus immediately releases his hold on you, staring down in shock and concern,

"Oh love," he starts, reaching his hand to your face to reassure you, but you flinch away, stand and race to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. And that's how you ended up here, with remus begging you to come out, and you too embarrassed to show your face.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't hear remus' silent whisper of alohomora from behind the door, successfully unlocking it and letting himself in. He immediately goes to kneel next to you, lifting your head from your knees. His heart sinks at the sight of you, eyes red and puffy.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, avoiding making eye contact with him. Remus' heart breaks more at the sound of your voice, horse and raw. He did that. It was his fault. Remus reaches his arms out to you, letting you make the choice on whether or not to accept his invitation. Without hesitation, you crawl into his lap, burying your head in his chest.

"No love, I'm sorry," he whispers, kissing the top of your head, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have been so rough with you."

"No, I like it when you're rough, maybe just let me digest my dinner next time."

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hii ive never requested anything before but could i request dbf!remus like literally anything i love him ty💗💗

Hi! Thank you for the request! Hope you like it.

You try your best to open the heavy front door without making a sound, cursing under your breath whenever the hinges creak even the slightest. Finally, you manage to enter your house without making too much noise, letting out a relieved sigh. Looking up at the clock on the wall to your left, you internally wince when you see the time. 3AM, you were three hours late for curfew.

Luckily for you, your parents weren't even home, away on an anniversary trip somewhere in the mountains. You's thought that since you had just turned 20, they'd finally drop their overly protective nature and allow you to stay home alone during their vacation. No such luck. Instead, they appointed remus lupin, your father's high school best friend, as your temporary guardian.

At first, you were more than upset, angry that your parents didn't trust you on your own as an adult.

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"I don't need a babysitter, mom tell him!" You groan at your mother, having just heard the news that your dad's best friend was tasked with the job of watching over you while your parents went away for their anniversary.

"There's no argument y/n, you're not staying home alone."

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It's not that you didn't like remus, quite the opposite in fact, you thought remus was great. He was kind, funny, and very good looking. It was the fact that your parents still didn't trust you to stay home on your own, even for a few days. It made you feel like a child. So in retaliation, you decided to spend the night out on the town, drinking with your friends. You honestly hadn't meant to stay out so long, but then you start to think to yourself, so what, i'm a goddam adult.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice the tall figure standing quietly in the dark living room, until you hear someone clear their throat and it almost gives you a heart attack.

"Jesus! Remus, you scared me!" you gasp, turning the light on to see your father's best friend standing in your living room, looking at you with what can only be described as seething anger behind his eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He spits through clenched teeth. The heat in his voice startles you, you don't think you've ever seen him this mad before. remus is normally a very calm, quiet and laid back person. Honestly, you've never seen him angry ever. It was kinda hot.

"I know, I'm late. I'm sorry, I just-" Your sentence is cut short by a hand, remus' hand, wrapping itself around your neck. He squeezes tightly, not enough to hurt you, just enough to stop you in your tracks. He leans in, stopping merely inches from your face. You can feel every exhale brush against your lips, unconsciously parting them in response.

"It seems you need to be reminded how to follow rules." His voice is low, almost silent, his lips brush lightly against yours with every word. The only response you can muster is a pathetic whimper as you lightly push yourself up on your toes, trying to connect your lips with his. He chuckles darkly, jerking his head to the side and smirking at the whine the motion coaxes out of you.

"Not so fast puppy," he whispers, "rule number one, don't move unless I tell you to."

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Papillon's Bakery Grand Re-Opening Celebration

Hello everybody and welcome to the grand re-opening of the papillon-mechant bakery! I've been wanting to come back for so long, but I was putting it off because I knew that I'd have to go through my following which was very time consuming, and i'm l a z y!! anywayyyy, i have finally returned with a new blog theme and a bunch of old, unwritten ideas.

In celebration of my return, i will be opening my asks for any and all requests. moodboards, blurbs, silly questions, anything your heart desires. Just please remember to follow my request rules because those haven't changed! I'm keeping this celebration open a whole week, from 2/6-2/13. so please join me in celebrating my return and hopefully this goes well and i can stay lol.

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Papillon's Bakery Grand Re-Opening Celebration

Hello everybody and welcome to the grand re-opening of the papillon-mechant bakery! I've been wanting to come back for so long, but I was putting it off because I knew that I'd have to go through my following which was very time consuming, and i'm l a z y!! anywayyyy, i have finally returned with a new blog theme and a bunch of old, unwritten ideas.

In celebration of my return, i will be opening my asks for any and all requests. moodboards, blurbs, silly questions, anything your heart desires. Just please remember to follow my request rules because those haven't changed! I'm keeping this celebration open a whole week, from 2/6-2/13. so please join me in celebrating my return and hopefully this goes well and i can stay lol.

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1k Bakery Celebration Masterlist

main celebration post

asking poly!wolfstar if they've ever shared a girl

neighbor!sirius x innocent!reader

jealous enemy!draco thoughts

maid!reader x ceo!draco fluff

stepbrother!james teaches innocent!reader how to give head

cuddling with poly!marauders

poly!dron punishing you for flirting with someone else

neighbor!draco x innocent!reader

dbf!dragonott x crybaby!reader

poly!wolfstar x innocent!reader

ceo!poly!dragonott x assistant!reader

stepdad!draco x innocent!reader

cnc with remus and crybaby!reader

stepdad!draco cockwarming puppy!reader

innocent!reader in subspace getting aftercare from draco

puppy!reader x hard dom!marauders

doctor!draco x innocent!reader

stepbrother!draco helping reader settle in after a night of partying

crybaby!reader crying to professor!draco because she failed a test

stepbrother!theo wanting to reenact a dream reader had

poly!marauders x free use!roommate!reader

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600 masquerade ball masterlist

main celebration post

boyfriend!draco moodboard

stepdad!draco shares you with his friend theo

reader and dad!draco showing scorpius around Hogwarts

remus lupin moodboard

death eater!draco moodboard

ron at honeydukes moodboard

draco and reader's first dance

dark!doctor!draco

lazy mornings w/ remus moodboard

sirius black moodboard

getting back at george for pranking you

theo almost walking in on dbf!draco and reader

praise kink with draco

taking sirius to a muggle carnival moodboard

astronomy tower date w/ draco moodboard

clubbing w/ draco moodboard

old fling angst w/draco pt 2 pt 3

being punished by stepdad!draco

professor!draco and professor!reader having an affair

lupin!reader asking dbf!sirius where babies come from

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i want you.

remus lupin x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ remus x best friend!reader -- or in which you're in love with your best friend, but he's not exactly in love with you back... angst

word count ༄ 3.2k

nora’s notes ༄ eeek my first writing post!! i'm so excited. this is kind of bad but IDC part two will be coming and i swear will be better written okay enjoy!! mwah 💘

“moony!” you sing-song as you twirl into his dorm, lips spread into a wide grin. “we’re leaving for hogsmeade, hurry up.” 

he’s on his bed, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he glances up from his book, suppressing a smile when he sees you. “hi, y/n.” 

he embodies the word comfort, you think. he’s wearing one of his trademark warm wool sweaters, an empty mug of tea by his knee, gray blanket draped across his lap, and that smile. it would be the death of you, you were sure of it. 

“hi,” you respond, clasping his book and setting it onto his bedside table. “c’mon, everyone’s waiting for us downstairs.” 

he sighs so deeply you think he might crack a lung, and loops his pointer finger through one of the belt loops of your jeans to pull you onto his bed. “do we have to?” 

as much as you’d like to stay here with him, you also want to buy more chocolate frogs, so you spring back up, tugging at his hand. “yes, please. i’m low on my candy stock.” 

he groans, letting you pull him off of his bed and out of the dorm. “your sweet tooth is killing me.” 

you shrug. “that’s what you signed up for when you said yes to being friends in first year. now you’re just living with it.” 

he just hums in agreement, letting you wrap your arm around his. remus lupin, your best friend. he’s the kindest man you’ve ever met, let alone known. it would be a lie to say you weren’t completely and utterly in love with him, and even more of a lie to say you hadn’t been since before you were a teenager, even if you didn’t understand it then. but, alas, as soon as you’d admitted it to yourself, you also resolved to never, ever tell him. you were sure he didn’t feel the same about you, and why would you carelessly toss away the best friendship and most understanding person ever just for some feelings? 

and so, you waited and hoped, prayed that it would go away. you would move on and keep your friendship. 

and, of course, you didn’t. 

“y/n!” james calls once he sees the two of you walking down the stairs to where the rest of the marauders are waiting. “finally.” 

“we sent you up like ten minutes ago,” peter complains, frowning. 

you shrug. “oops.” 

remus shifts his arm to settle around your waist, nudging you in front of him. “well, we’re here now, so get a move on.” 

you thread the hand he placed on your stomach with your own, thumb rubbing circles onto his. he smiles down on you, and that smile, oh, lord. you could see it a million times and never have enough. you’d jump over bridges to have him watch you like that all the time. you’d sell your soul to be his, really and truly. and the worst part is, you have no shame about it. merlin, you’re in love. 

—

jelly beans or chocolate frogs, that is the question. you glance at one, then the other, then the other again. your shoulders slump. it’s too hard of a decision. you’re about to cave and get both when you feel warm arms wrap around your waist, a chin settling onto your shoulder. without looking, you press a kiss to remus’ cheek. “hi.” 

“hi,” he replies, inhaling your scent, nose tucked between your ear and your hair. 

“chocolate frogs or jelly beans?” you ask anxiously, holding up the two in front of you. “or both?” 

“both,” he agrees with you, and you can feel the tension slowly leaving him as he stands behind you, entwined with you. 

you nod, happy with his judgment, about to speak when someone beats you to it. 

“remus?” a voice yells from behind, excitement coloring her tone. 

you know who this is without looking too, but you wish you didn’t. remus slowly stands back to his whole height, and the sudden absence of his warmth makes you shiver. you turn just as he does, even if you don’t want to see the girl beaming at him. 

you know her, of course you do. doesn’t everyone know celeste huxley, the most beautiful hufflepuff to grace hogwarts’ campus? angels sing when she walks past, men and women fall to her feet in her wake. she’s worshiped, adored. okay, you’re being dramatic, but still. 

you hate her. 

you hate her silky hair, her evergreen smile, her cesspool of kindness. 

and you hate yourself more for hating her. she’s never been mean to you a day in her life, she couldn’t be mean to anyone even if she tried. but still. she’s who you’ve tried to be your whole life. she is the blueprint, the model with cherry-red high heels you wobble and blister your feet in. she has all Os on her OWLs, victoria’s secret hair, people who love on her like a celebrity. and she’s fucking obsessed with your best friend, of course. she could have anyone in the world, and she picked him. why couldn’t she love sirius or james, like half the girls at the school? why did she have to want remus? 

and the worst part is, she deserves him. he deserves someone as perfect as he is, even if that’s celeste. 

as you swallow down your hatred, you realize she’s started to pull remus away from you, pulling on his sleeve towards the jelly slugs, and you almost lob your stupid chocolate frog at her head. tears sting your eyes and you try your best to blink them back as you watch remus watch you, only half-listening to her blabber. he knows you hate her, and the most sheepish, guilty look comes over his face. you ignore him, putting your candy back, too upset to think about eating it. luckily, you spot sirius in the corner and quickly try to make your way over him when you’re pulled back. 

remus has got ahold of your belt loops again, and you watch him whisper something to celeste before gently removing her hand from his sweater and pulling away. he chose you now, but for how long? the thought chills you, goosebumps prickling your skin, your heart. 

“dove,” he says quietly by your ear. “what happened to your candy?” 

“didn’t want it,” you mumble, walking towards sirius. 

“why not?” he’s dancing around the topic, and both of you know it. 

“not hungry.” 

“i’m sorry.” 

“s’not your fault,” you say. you’re not mad at him, you could never really be mad at him, but you’re upset nonetheless. you push away towards the black-haired boy perusing the shelves. “siri, you done?” 

you link arms with your other friend, leading him out of honeyduke’s, leaving remus trailing behind. 

—

“hi dove.” a voice, and its accompanying owner, peeks out from the doorway into your dorm. “may i come in?” 

“hi rem,” you say in response, beckoning him in, putting your book to the side to let him crawl onto you. “can’t you always?” 

his shoulders sag slightly, slumping into your bed as soon as he reaches it. his head is in your lap, and he closes his eyes once you begin to massage his scalp with your fingers, pressing a kiss to your exposed hipbone next to him. 

you don’t say anything, you just let the silence dance between the two of you. 

he’s so pretty. you brush some of his sandy strands out of his face to let yourself just admire him. the towering giant and all his gentleness. your fingers trace the outlines of his face, the scars that decorate it, all the way down to his right pinky, where he has the cutest tattoo. 

i love you is all you want to say. the words pulse at your throat, begging you to let them free. but you can’t. you can’t lose him. anyone else, sure, you would do it. but not him. not remus, your remus. 

when he wakes, groggy but grounded, you have a hot cup of tea ready by your bed, ready for his consumption. you hand it to him as soon as he’s fully awake, pulling himself off of you to accept the mug. “i don’t deserve you, dovie.” 

“don’t say stuff like that, rem. if anything, you deserve better.” you press a kiss to his cheek, smiling. 

“there’s nobody and nothing better than you,” he promises, hand landing on your lower thigh to massage it gently. you smile, letting the quiet linger between the two of you a little longer before speaking up. 

“you wanna talk about it?” you ask, watching him sip his tea. 

he gives you the most adoring smile, and you want to put it in a box and lock it up and keep it forever. “just tired.” 

“okay,” you say, searching his face to verify what he’s saying. “you can always talk to me, you know.” 

“thank you.” remus is always sincere, it’s one of the things you love about him, but he seems especially sincere now. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.” 

“and you are to me,” you whisper, eyes dipping to his plush pink lips. you want to kiss him so badly right now, but you know he just means it like a friend, as much as you wish it wouldn’t. 

swallowing, you wipe those ideas away, choosing to rest your head against his fleece sweater-covered shoulder. he drops a kiss onto the top of your head, and you sigh in contentment. this is why you refuse to tell him you love him. you couldn’t live without these moments. 

“there’s a party tonight at nine-ish,” he says softly. his thumb is rubbing circles on your knee. “sirius is dragging me along. will you come?” 

you contemplate it only briefly. “i’m tired, rem. you should go, though.” 

“i’ll stay back with you,” he decides with resolution. your heart melts, it’s sweet of him to want to stay with you, but you want him to have fun. plus, you can feel in how his body coiled with excitement when he talked about it–he wants to go. 

“no, go.” you glare playfully at him. “i won’t forgive you if you don’t.” 

“i’ll stay with you,” he repeats, staring right back at you. “it’s just a party. i’d stay with you forever, you know? you’re my favorite person.” 

“i’ll be mad at you if you don’t go, i swear to merlin,” you egg him on, heart melting. 

“no.” he’s too stubborn for his good. 

“i want to be alone,” you lie. you know he wants to go and you refuse to hold him back. “i might come later on, just not at nine. i’ll be there at ten, maybe.” 

“and i’ll wait for you,” he promises. 

“please, remus.” you put on your saddest tone, gaze up at him pleadingly. “i just need some alone time.” 

“you want to be alone?” he asks cautiously, searching for any hint you may be lying. 

“yes.” you cross your toes, tucked under your quads. 

he’s hesitating, and as if in perfect timing, a knock sounds at your door before a familiar head of black hair peeks through. 

“moony, let’s go. leave poor y/n alone.” sirius clicks his tongue. 

you push remus’ shoulder lightly, gesturing for him to go. he casts one long look at your face, as if memorizing every ridge. 

“she’s not going to change while we’re gone, get a move on,” sirius groans from the door. you nod at the statement, and remus concedes. 

“i’ll be here the whole time,” you promise. 

“call me if you get lonely.” he makes you swear before reluctantly getting up. you kiss his hand to send him off. 

you were lying when you said you would join him at nine. five minutes after he’s out the door, you’re fast asleep under the covers, the ghost of his touch comforting you. 

—

as soon as your eyes open, you let out a sound of disappointment. you can tell you haven’t slept through the night, as none of your roommates are in their beds, and they always sleep in. the clock reads that it’s only a bit before eight forty five, and you roll over in your bed. you know you won’t be able to fall back asleep, but you try anyway, until the door slams and your eyes fly open. 

it’s lily, face flushed with the cold and excitement. the second she sees you kissed by sleep, she covers her mouth. “sorry, y/n! were you sleeping?” 

you wave her off. “no, i was already awake. what’s up?” 

“james is going to be at the party tonight. will you come? please, please, please? i don’t want to go alone with him,” she begs. “please.” 

you weigh your options: if you stay here, you’ll just lay in bed, not sleeping. you might as well go with her, you’ll see remus there too. 

“okay,” you agree, and she practically drags you out of bed, she’s so happy. 

—

even though lily’s the one who dragged you here to keep her away from james, she’s off with him in a corner within ten minutes of you getting there, leaving you in a sea of other people, alone. of course, you know most of your housemates that are stuffed into this crowded common room, but you don’t know any particular one of them enough to properly go up to and chat. you sit awkwardly on a couch for a few minutes, next to couples making out, before finally just giving up and getting ready to leave. 

you saw sirius going into a bedroom with someone, so he’s out of the picture, peter’s smoking in the corner with some ravenclaws you have no interest in speaking with, james is alone with lily, and he’d kill you if you interrupted them, and you have absolutely no clue where remus is. 

whatever. you walk towards the door to the girls’ dormitories, stumbling over students on the way, when you just barely catch a glimpse of sandy hair outside on a balcony. you’d know it anywhere–that’s remus. you scramble towards him, eager to see a friendly face, hand cracking the door open, when just as quickly as it came, the excitement dies in your throat. 

because just behind remus is a girl you hate to see. celeste, hair floating behind her. if you blink hard enough, you see a breeze wafting through her hair as her fingers knot around remus’–your remus–neck. his hands are on the small curve of her waist, and he’s pushing her against the railing and, oh god–they’re kissing. 

you let out a thick gasp and your hand slaps over your mouth. you turn and flee. they probably heard you, but they can’t maneuver through the crowd like you can. within seconds, you’re sure you’ve lost any trace of them, darting through people as you sprint outside to the outside of the castle. sure it’s past curfew, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

no one will see you now. 

he’s supposed to be yours. he was yours, he was yours in more than just a best friend. those nights when he fell asleep in your bed, having you wrap your arms around him for warmth, he was yours. when you always visited him post-full moon in the apothecary, and as much as he wishes to push you away, you never let him, he was yours then. when he lets you in, truly and fully, and lets himself cry against you, letting you take care of him for once. you’re the only person he’s ever let himself cry in front of.

and even though you’d deny it a million times, and you did, to sirius, to james, you’ve always hoped that he liked you back. deep down, in the parts of your soul you only ever showed to him. he didn’t have to love you, even. just like, that would be enough. anything would. 

but that was too much for him, clearly. 

you’re crying. tears, fat and hot, soaking the skin on your cheeks. head in your hands, letting your open palms pool the salty water. you feel nothing but yourself and the wind against the cold of the stone steps, whipping your hair around. 

“dove.” 

you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping you’re hallucinating, praying the voice you just heard wasn’t real. you couldn’t see him right now. that would be humiliating. 

“y/n?” 

you crack your eye open when you hear the same voice, trying to swallow your sobs back and failing as they manifest into ugly hiccups. you’re not hallucinating. merlin damn it. 

in front of you, peering up at your blotchy face, is remus lupin, your best friend. the man who’s not yours. 

he’s on the step below you,  but one hand snakes its way onto your knee, soothing your skin with his slender thumb, the other finding your hand to intertwine your fingers. fuck, his touch both makes you lean into him and want to throw up at the same time. his eyes are chock-full of compassion, and god, you hate it. “what’s wrong?” 

his words send you blubbering into tears again, rubbing at your eyes as something splits open in your chest. “n-nothing.” 

“something’s wrong, love. let me help you. let me in,” he pleads in the softest tone, and you have to fight to not give in, to wrap your arms around him and never let go. remember celeste, remember that terrible sight of his lips on hers. 

“remus, leave me alone.” you’re shaking, but somewhere inside you, you find your resolve. you stand, pulling away from him, and make to run back inside the castle, but his long legs catch up to you easily, arm shooting around your waist when your knees buckle and you collapse onto the floor in sobs. 

“y/n, you’re scaring me,” he says, panic accumulating in his voice. “please tell me what’s wrong and i’ll fix it, i promise. please, baby. it’s killing me hear you cry.” 

you’re so close to the doors, you can see them. you stand again. “you don’t get to say that.” 

“what?” his arm’s still around your shoulder and you shove it off. 

“stop it! you’re so mean, remus. you don’t get to call me dove and call me baby and say stupid things like how there’s nobody better than me and i’m your favorite person and then go off and kiss other girls,” you spit out on the verge of hyperventilating. you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. it’s just coming out, spewing out of your mouth like the vomit that’s sure to follow. but even as each word shocks you, you know they ring true. “i hate you for it. i hate you for leading me on for years when i’ve loved you since we were kids! you’re terrible, remus. i hate you.” 

he’s absolutely stunned trying to process your words, and you use the momentary distraction to race back into the school, gunning for your dorm and locking it once you’re inside. the image of celeste and remus plays through your mind all night, so much that you can barely even think about how you confessed your love to him.

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