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mallowsweetmiri · 2 days ago

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remus x potter!reader

Summertime at the Potter's

warnings: smut

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Remus had become something of your best friend. Somewhere between your brother’s disappointment over your decision not to join the Quidditch team and his tendency to scare off any boy who even looked at you, you found yourself in a private bookclub with his best friend. Sure, you had friends at Hogwarts, but your roommates didn't share the same affinity for music and the arts. Sirius and Remus were into it, but Sirius was always too busy defending James from bludgers, and James… well, he was too busy ignoring you for choosing books over Quidditch. So when summer rolled around, James had all but kicked you out of their home Quidditch Cup, instead recruiting Peter to take your place when needed.

"Something wrong?" Remus asked, placing his book down across his chest. The sun danced through the leaves above him and speckled him with shadows.

"Nah, just thinking," you responded, shutting your own book. It was a hot afternoon, and while the other boys flew in circles above the sprawling hills of the Potter estate, you and Remus sat in the shade reading as you always did. On occasion, you would sprawl out in the grass when Lily came to visit and tan, but Remus had a certain aversion to the sun. However, if you decided to do something, he would often follow. "Do you want to go swim down by the river? It's bloody hot."

Remus groaned and dropped his head to the back of the Adirondack chair, closing his eyes as a warm breeze blew his hair. You chuckled and stood up, starting back to the house to change. You heard him grumble a bit as he followed behind you.

"Y'know, if you're hot, we could always just sit inside," Remus offered, jogging a bit to catch up to you. You rolled you eyes and gave him a side smile.

"You would rather just sit inside than go to the river?" You asked with raised brows, chuckling slightly when he sucked in through teeth and gave you a nod. You half groaned and laughed as you walked up the wooden steps onto the back porch of your house. "Alright, fine. Let's go upstairs then. I bought some new records last week."

Remus had been in your room before. A few times actually. When you were little and they used to play pranks on you. When you were sick and Euphemia made him bring you lunch. And now this summer, when it seemed to be the best hang out spot in the house. He liked the view it had of the backyard, and the collection of books and journals that were stacked on the white bookshelf pressed against your wall. He watched as you kicked you shoes off, put a record on, then promptly flung yourself onto your bed with your book. You didn't open it though, just stared up at the ceiling with the same contemplative look you wore earlier.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?" Remus asked, keeping his eyes on the bookshelf as he fingered through the collection. Neither of you were fond of eye contact while bearing your souls. You sighed heavily and shifted in the bed.

"James is just bothering me. He's been such a dick, y'know?" You sounded disappointed. Remus understood. James had wanted to spend every waking minute with you on the team, and when you told him you weren't trying out, it broke his heart.

"He's just upset. He'll get over it soon," Remus offered, pulling out a copy of The Great Gatsby.

"Hey, don't-" your voice cut as a photograph fell out from the pages. Fabian Prewett <3 was scribbled across the bottom. Remus tried his best to hide his smirk but failed. He picked up the photograph and shot a glance your way as if to say, really? You sat up in the bed with a monstrous blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I didn't realize you had a thing for Fabian," Remus chuckled, holding the photo between his fingers as he walked towards you.

"I don't," you huffed, sitting up onto your knees to snatch it out from his grasp. He chuckled as you tossed the photo the across the room.

"Oh? So you just happen to have his photograph with a little heart-" his word died with laughter as you slapped his arm before falling back onto the bed and rubbing your hands over your face.

"I don't anymore," you growled, shooting him a death glare. Remus' smile hadn't faded as he took a seat next to you. He'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him to know that you harbored romantic feelings towards someone. To be honest, he'd never even seen you talk to another guy that wasn't your brother or his friends.

"What happened?" Remus prodded, despite your furious blush and glare.

"What do you think happened," you grumbled, staring back up at the ceiling.

"I dunno, what?" Remus spoke, keeping his eyes on you. You rolled yours in annoyance.

"James. Duh," you narrowed your eyes at Remus. Was he really that daft? He looked at you cluelessly. You turned your gaze back to the ceiling. "The worst part is, I genuinely think he would've gone for me. If not for, y'know..."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it," Remus said without hesitation, a blush almost creeping beneath his cheeks from how quickly he'd agreed. You whipped you head to him with a glint in your eyes.

"Really? You think so?" You smiled satisfyingly at him, like a kid waiting for their parents to say good job! Remus chuckled to himself.

"I mean, c'mon, Y/N. Are you kidding? You're one of the most gorgeous girls in the whole school." You blushed profusely as you stared at him speechless. Now that Remus was thinking about it, James was most certainly the reason why he never saw you with any guys. Why you never had any boyfriends or went out on dates. Who wouldn't want to be with you?

“Are you messing with me, Rem?” you whined, smile cracking as if ready to get the joke. Remus huffed out a laugh, suddenly aware of how completely unaware you were at your own beauty and reputation at Hogwarts. No wonder James was so protective.

“Y/N, do I ever mess with you?” Your smile turned more into confusion as you huffed out a breath and turned back to the ceiling.

“I guess not,” you mumbled, staring quizzically into nothing. Remus chewed on his lip, becoming conscious of his position above you as your head rested softly on the pillow. The warm summer breeze seeped through the cracked window along with the sounds from the vinyl.

“Well now I just feel bad for Fabian Prewett,” he joked, breaking the silence. “He didn’t know what he was missing out on.” You scoffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes, lulling your head to face Remus.

“Shut up,” you muttered, lightly slapping his arm again but with no real force. Remus couldn’t stop the half smile that formed on his lips from your actions, effortlessly endearing.

“Im being serious,” he said quietly, but his boldness made your eyes flicker up to his.

“Serious about what?” You asked nervously, sitting up. You couldn’t stay laid out on the bed with Remus’ gaze burning through you.

“You being beautiful,” he said without missing a beat, his eyes flickering to your lips for all but half a second. You stared at him with the words caught in your mouth. He had snapped out of whatever trance he was in as he huffed out a laugh and ran his hands roughly through his hair. The two of you were sitting unusually close now. You didn’t want him to laugh and go away. In fact, it struck you that this might be your one chance to be with a cute boy without your brother getting in the way. And while you were no expert in sex, you were pretty sure that the tension hanging between you and your brothers best friend right now was anything but friendly.

“So, what do you usually do with girls you think are beautiful?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling anywhere besides his eyes. This just so happened to be his lips.

“Y/N,” he warned, causing your gaze to flicker back up to his. He cursed under his breath at the way you looked right now. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“You started it,” you teased, your smile matching his.

“That’s true,” he chuckled quietly. There was no need to speak any louder with how close the two of you were, inching nearer with every breath.

“Well, go on then. Finish what you started.”

Remus couldn’t wait another second as he pressed his lips into yours, moving himself further onto the bed to properly kiss you. Your head spun as his hand found your hip, pulling you into him as his lips danced softly against your own. You’d imagined this once or twice before, but never really allowed yourself to indulge too much in the fantasy of Remus touching you. But this- this was so much better than anything you could’ve possibly imagined. Your throat let out an involuntary whine as Remus settled you onto your back in one swift motion, grunting into your mouth with a heavy breath. Your fingers grasped at the light fabric of his shirt, moving you hands to the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss you harder. You were both making lude noises as your hips pressed against one another, mouths moving in an insatiable frenzy. It was one of those kisses that made you pant and grasp at anything you could, like you were dying of thirst. A holler in the distance broke the hypnotic tempo and made Remus pull his head up from you. He glanced out the window for a second, but once he realized James was in fact not hovering outside it on his broomstick, he turned his attention back to you, lips red and swollen under his gaze. He brushed the hair out of your face.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he cursed, hovering over you still with a breathless smile. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, as you too caught your breath.

“Just shut the window,” you said, the two of you chuckling at the noises of quidditch in the distance.

“Right,” Remus replied, scrambling to his feet to close the pane while adjusting his shorts. You sat up on your elbows and watched a lopsided smile form as he came back over you on the bed. “Much better.”

The kiss this time was gentle. Your lips melted against his like ice cream in the sun, the soft tickle of his breathe soothing the blush on your cheeks. He shifted his body to rest into yours, his hand supporting the crevice of your neck as he buried his mouth deeper into yours, pulling a gentle sigh from your lips. It felt natural, easy in a way you’d rarely experienced before. Most boys were too caught up in your title as “James’ little sister” to actually give you what you wanted. It was funny though, how Remus had more reason than anyone to be concerned by this fact, and yet he hardly seemed to care.

“O-oh,” you stuttered as his hand moved from your hip to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” He panted, pulling away to look at you. You could hardly form words so you just grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back down to yours with a muffle mm-hmm. His hand grasped gently at you upper thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the tender insides of your legs. You squirmed under his touch and he smiled into the kiss knowingly. You grasped the bicep of his supporting arm as his thumb swept circles closer and closer to your core, sometimes running his entire hand up and down your leg in generous sweeps. It felt good. So good. It felt even better when he moved his hand to cup your heat, pressing gently down onto your clit, pulling a frantic gasp from your lungs.

“That feel good?” He teased as he continued to press into the front of your shorts, rocking his palm back and forth tenderly. You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut until you opened them to see Remus watching you, lips parted and eyes dark.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered again, not sure what else you could say in this moment. You let your head fall back onto the pillow as your body shuddered with pleasure. Remus hummed and dipped his head into your neck, leaving wet kisses from your jaw to your collar bone. His fingers slipped their way under the fabric of your panties, then dipped down into your soaking core. You were almost embarrassed by how aroused you were, but the sensation of Remus practically growling into your neck while glossing the wetness over your clit all but killed you.

“Let me take these off.”

It prompted a sudden shed of layers, with Remus yanking his shirt over his head first before helping you with yours. Remus worked in two ways, either completely frenzied like the way he almost tore the fabric of his shirt, or frustratingly tender in the way he peppered kisses across your chest as he leisurely slipped your tank top off your shoulders. His hands were rough and yet the delicacy of their touch on your cool skin made you shiver. His birds nest colored hair tickled your ears as he kissed further down, his hands outlining your breasts before falling to your hips, sweeping your shorts down your legs. His eyes ran up your body with a serious gaze, memorizing your curves and the freckles that lay in places unseen by others.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, coming back to kiss you. You just sighed and let his hand wander back between your legs, this time with no barrier between his fingers and your core. He dipped his fingers down once again, running them across your entrance then over you sensitive clit, rubbing gently in circles. Your hips rocked with his movements, his heavy breaths matching the sounds of your whines. Every once and a while the two of you would break your kiss and he’d watch as you bit your lip and threw your head back into the pillow, his fingers dipping inside of you to feel you clenched around him. Remus watched you and imagined what it would feel like to push himself inside of you, what your face would look like as he fucked you. He thrust his hips against his hand, pushing another finger in as he did so. The bottom of his palm pressed against your clit as his fingers circled up inside of you, causing a tightening within your stomach.

“F-fuck,” you muttered, your nails digging into his arm. You writhed beneath him, your eyes indulging in the contracting muscles of his abdomen as he thrust gently against you. You whined loudly when his teeth came down to bite gently on your earlobe, a sensation you had no idea you’d like so much. You pushed yourself deeper onto his fingers, chasing the high that Remus had begun to form.

The record player clicked and the music stopped, a last noise of mechanical whirring before the sound of your wetness took over the room. Remus was sucking generously on your neck now, groaning as he continued to rock his hips to the tempo of his fingers. A second tightening of your stomach, this one deeper and longer.

“R-rem,” you whined pathetically, wrapping your arm around his back now and digging your nails into his trap. He hummed in response as he continued to suck on the sweet spot he’d found. The suction only heightened the growing knot in your core as you jutted your hips fervently against his fingers. His thumb came up to swipe your clit and you broke without warning, intense waves of pleasure pulsing through your stomach. You almost cried out his name, but Remus, knowing better, stifled your response with his mouth, groaning into your mouth as he helped you ride out your high.

Your thighs, his hand, and subsequently your sheets were coated in stickiness as Remus rocked his hand for the final few seconds of your orgasm, messy and lacking rhythm. You moaned lightly into his mouth as the kiss become haphazard like the movements of his hand. He pulled away only an inch, just enough for the two of you to catch your breath and realize that you had just orgasmed hard around his fingers. Remus breathed out a chuckle as he let himself relax, watching you follow suit. He smiled into your neck and rolled over with a grunt, pulling you onto his chest. You didn’t know what to say, and so you just buried yourself into his warm skin, sighing contentedly against him. His hand swept in pets across you hair and he leaned down to kiss your head, cueing your body to relax once again.

“Are you alright?” Remus checked in, picking up his head to look at you. You looked up at him with a lazy smile.

“Yes, Remus,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to kiss him on the lips. He huffed out a laugh and kissed you back, his hands tugging at your hair one last time.

“Good,” he said, his eyes on your lips. “That was good.” You nodded in agreement and kissed him again, this time interrupted by the inevitable smiles forming on your faces.

“We should probably get dressed,” you said in a hushed voice, your forehead pressed against his. He hummed into agreement but neither of you moved for a while. Eventually the stickiness between your legs stirred you to your closet. Remus watched your backside as you pulled up a fresh pair of panties and shorts.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to swim by the river today,” Remus said, tugging his shirt over his head. “But I have to say, I liked my idea better.” You spun around to see his cheeky smile as he sat dressed on your bed. You chuckled and walked over to him.

“Oh, is that right?” You teased, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands came to grasp your hips as he looked up at you.

“I’m usually right,” he chimed, patting his hands gently against your ass. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest.

“Whatever, but just so you know, you owe me a day at the river,” you called, turning to put away your record. Remus hummed and stood up from the bed, reaching down to the floor to pick up the lost Polaroid you had thrown earlier.

“I’ll just put him back where he belongs,” Remus mused, waving the picture of Fabian between his fingers. You scoffed as he closed the photo within The Great Gatsby and placed it back on the shelf.

“I’ll put you back where you belong,” you threatened with a finger to his chest, trying to hold in your smile.

“Back between your thighs?” He purred, taking a step closer.

“Remus-” you blushed before getting cut off by a yell from downstairs.

“Y/N? Remus? Where’d you guys go?” James called from the back door. Both your eyes widened as you took a step back from one another and spurred into action towards the door.

“Coming!” You hollered, smoothing your hair down as Remus cleared his throat and adjusted his top. You turned back and threw him a smile, the blush still lingering on your cheeks. Remus chuckled and guided you out the door with his hand.

“Come on, let’s get back downstairs.”

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