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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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

This chapter can be read as a one-shot

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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