#dom james potter

[moonstruckme]

Hey, perhaps a smut of James overstimulating reader by eating her out and constantly cream pie-ing her?? 👀

Thanks for requesting!

cw: smut, mdni, everything is consensual ofc

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 784 words

You don’t realize you’re crying until James wipes your tears with a delicate touch, pushing out his bottom lip. “Aw, angel, what’s the matter?”

You try to speak, but your breath catches as his fingers find that spot again, crooking inside of you. 

“You don’t wanna say?” There’s laughter in his voice, and every inch of you trembles as he leans closer, the tendons in his forearm flexing as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “C’mon, sweetheart, use your words.” 

You make a desperate keening sound, hips twitching into James’ hand as a mixture of his slick and yours seeps from your swollen cunt. James kisses lazily at the underside of your jaw, curls tickling your face as his other hand rubs a placating path up and down your side. You’re touching every bit of his skin you can get your hands on, his face, his shoulder blades, his back. James’ tongue skims over your pulse point at the same moment as his fingers sponge over that ruinous spot inside you again, and you moan.

“Jamie,” you gasp. “I—I can’t—”

“What?” You can feel his smile against your skin, but his tone has gentled when he asks, “What is it?”

“Please.” 

That does the job. James loves to tease, but he’ll never make you plead for what you want. His fingers slip out of you, and you whine, but his voice has gone saccharine when he says, “I know. I know, love. I’ve got you.” He brushes his lips over your collarbone, kissing a path down the valley of your chest, your stomach, all while his hands spread your quivering thighs even farther apart. He grips you under the knees, tugging you back down to the edge of the bed and opening you wider in the process. “Once more for me, yeah?”

You fist your hands in the sheets in anticipation, but there’s a pause. You look down to find James watching you, waiting. You nod, another tear falling down your cheek when you blink. 

“Yeah,” you echo feebly.  

James grins, ducking between your thighs. He takes his time winding you up again, kissing gently at your clit before swirling his tongue around the bead in loose, languid circles. By the time his tongue dips inside you, the sounds you’re making seem faraway, like they can’t penetrate the haze that’s encompassed you. Pain and pleasure have become indistinguishable, and tears fall from your eyes even as your mouth makes blubbering attempts at encouragement.

It’s all James can do to hold your hips steady as your back arches off the bed, and his satisfied groan rumbles through you just before you cry out for the final time. 

“There we go,” he says, raising his head as he rubs your hip comfortingly. “You did so good, just take it easy now.” 

The walls of your cunt are still fluttering in time with your heart when you register the pool of wet stickiness under your bum, and you wonder whether at this point, it’s more your cum or his. You taste both when James crawls back up you, lowering his body over yours to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“You alright, lovely girl?” he asks, somewhat tentative as he looks into your face. “Didn’t take it too far, did I?”

You shake your head, cupping his face in your palm. “No,” you manage, breathless. “That was perfect.” 

James smiles, your sunshine boy, and grabs his glasses from the nightstand before laying down beside you. His eyes are giant, fondness magnified behind the thick lenses. You make an indent in his cheek just because you can, and his smile worsens, a dimple appearing beside your thumb. 

You don’t want to move, but you have to. “I need to go buy plan b,” you sigh, the air from it rustling some of James’ curls. 

He gives you a sympathetic look. “How about you get a bath ready for us,” he suggests instead, “and I’ll go get the pill.” 

“You don’t have to,” you say halfheartedly, but he’s already pushing himself up, locating his pants on the floor. “You’ve done all the work today.” 

“Oh, and what an awful job it’s been,” he laments laughingly, buttoning his pants and pulling on a sweatshirt. “Truly a burden. Be back in a couple minutes, sweetheart.” 

“You’re too good to me.” You sit up, crossing your worn out legs underneath you as he unlocks the door. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

“You’re not off the hook either,” he says, but the grin he tosses over his shoulder is all sweetness. “Bath, angel!”

You can’t even bring yourself to feign annoyance as you get up, starting for the bathroom. “You got it.”

[remusslove]

Dom reader and Dom James taking care of a bratty Regulus? I love your stuff btw

Punishment~ regulus x James x reader

“Regulus.” James snapped at him, clearly tired of his attitude. “What?” Regulus answered sharply narrowing his eyes at the dominate male sitting in front of him.

“Go to our room. Now.” James replied anger laced in his tone. You watched the scene playing out in front of you silently hoping that regulus would obey at least once. James is always the soft one, so if he uses even a bit of sternness in his voice it usually doesn’t end up well.

You sighed motioning for regulus to go up stairs as he locked eyes with you. He scoffed before stomping his way up the stairs and slamming the door shut.

“Why didn’t you help me!? You know he listens to you more.” James said to you. “He needs to learn that he can’t run to you for everything. Tonight will change that.” You replied with a quiet tone.

You both finished your drinks before heading upstairs to your bratty sub. “Strip.” “No.” Regulus bit back at James causing the male to scoff at him. “Regulus enough with the attitude. Strip.” You broke the silence with a quiet tone.

Regulus gulped looking in your eyes but quickly seeing no softness in them. He slowly took off his shirt and pants deciding to leave on his boxers. James quickly hovered over him beginning to suck on his neck. Regulus whimpered at a particular harsh suck, feeling James’s teeth bite into his sensitive skin.

“I’ll be back. M’ gonna go to Marlene’s to get something.” Your words made regulus let out a sound of confusion. You smiled before making your way towards him.

“James’s gonna punish you today. Just do what he says and he won’t go as hard as you. Bye bunny.” You whispered to him placing a kiss on his pouty lips that already were a bit swollen due to the rough kiss James he just received from james.

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“Please daddy m’swear l’ll be good!” Regulus whimpered. You chuckled walking into the room seeing James harshly pounding into the smaller boys hole. “Wanted daddy to punish you so bad hm? Shut up and take it” his words surprised you a little but aroused you nonetheless. “Poor baby, already shaking hm?” You taunted removing your clothes. “Mommy” he whimpered through soft sobs of pleasure overstimulation.

James groaned cumming in the boys ass causing regulus to arch his back but whimper again as James pulled out.

His hole clenched with need to be filled up as cum seeped out of his hole and onto the bedsheets. “Can you do one more baby? I’ll let you cum this time.” You answered sweetly which sounded like heaven to his pathetic little self. He nodded making you chuckle and manhandle him into the doggy position motioning for James to go infront on him. James smirked positioning himself in front of the needy boy.

He grabbed regulus jaw for a moment forcing his mouth to open wide and for his tongue to fall out. “Already ready for our cocks? Slutty little thing” James degraded him while slapping his cock on regulus tongue so the boy couldn’t answer. You pushed the tip of your strap into his ass making him whine at the contact. It took only a couple of seconds before you fully pushed it in. Regulus moaned taking James’s length in his mouth.

He gagged bobbing his head back and forth slowly. He wanted to tell James to go soft but was muffled by his cock. James groaned as the younger boys tongue moved up and down occasionally licking his tip in a circle. James let out a choked moan before tugging on regulus’s hair and shoving his cock down his throat. Regulus coughed and sputtered grabbing onto James thighs trying to breath through his nose.

You thrusted harshly into regulus giving him a few smacks on the ass. He moaned sending vibrations onto James’s dick making the boy see stars. You could tell on both their faces they were both gonna cum real soon. Regulus mewled pushing his head away from James’s pelvic bone that his nose was currently touching.

[regulus-books]

wc: 1.4k+

warnings: mentions of bruising, blood, and wounds (unrelated to the smut), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in unmentioned), name calling. tell me if I missed smth<3

notes: bodyguard jamie as promised:)) this was supposed to be top!reg but it turned into him bottoming, I'm sorry

"Who was it?" James asks once again, stroking the skin around the gash on Regulus' face. James is livid. He gave Regulus simple instructions, do not give the men the guns until they pay. Instead, he thought he could work out a deal, he gave them the guns and they didn't bring the money, so they beat him.

"James, it doesn't matter, I'll be able to track them down and take the guns back. It's really not that big of a deal." James can't even start to understand how Regulus could be so calm, he just got jumped for Christ's sake.

"It does matter. It matters to me, Regulus. You could've died, and I wasn't here," James swiftly stands up from where he was kneeling, walking over to a cabinet and taking out a first aid kit. "I mean, how bad of a bodyguard am I?" He scoffs a laugh.

"You're not," Regulus stands from his chair, walking over to James and running his nimble hands over James' broad shoulders. "You're a great bodyguard, I was being stupid," Regulus places a soft kiss on James' neck. James doesn't react, instead he turns around and pours a little rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, dabbing away the dried blood on Regulus' face. "Lighten up, darling, I'm okay."

"Yeah, but you could not have been. I can't let that happen again," James pushes the aid kit into his duffle bag, then tosses away the bloody cotton swabs. He zips up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, grabbing Regulus' hand. "Let's go home."

The ride back to their manor is quiet, Regulus keeps a hand on James' thigh, keeping his anger to a slight. When they arrive James opens Regulus' door for him, as usual.

James walks into the kitchen and pulls out a water, he's currently taking a break from alcohol, though right now he'd do anything for a glass of beer. "Baby, don't be mad, I'm sorry." Regulus says, staring up at James' face with his big, grey eyes, his arms around James' waist.

"I'm not mad at you, beautiful, I'm just scared. You know that, don't you?" Regulus smirks, and kisses James' lips gently, thankful he doesn't taste like beer.

"I know that, James. Why don't I show you just how sorry I really am?" James chuckles a bit, his bright smile wide.

"Me being scared and angry makes you horny?" James puts his large hand on the back of Regulus' neck, playing with his hair.

"Maybe it does," Regulus stands on his tip toes, kissing James' neck.

"Alright," James grabs Regulus' chin, leaning his face up to kiss him. He hooks both his hands underneath Regulus' thighs, lifting him onto the counter with ease, never breaking their lips apart. Regulus moves his arms around James' neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. He whimpers as James pulls his hair with his other hand gently before pulling back.

"Couch or bed?" Regulus asks, unclipping James' suspenders quickly.

"Bed." James lifts Regulus again, carrying him up the staircase, Regulus unbuttoning his dress shirt in the meantime, kissing James' collar bones and freckles that are painted around his chest. James tosses Regulus onto the bed, stripping off his own shirt and trousers while Regulus does the same.

James kneels on the bed, flipping Regulus on top of him. "Ready?" Regulus asks, stroking James with his palm through the cloth of his boxers. James nods and leans further back into the plush pillows that decorate their bed. "Good." Regulus kisses up and down James' stomach, moving his hands underneath James' boxers for his dick, stroking him softly. James' eyebrows turn up and his mouth is left agape, Regulus smirks at the reaction.

"I've been a bad boy, daddy, I'm sorry," Regulus grins as James arches his back, trying to get more friction under Regulus. Regulus uses his other hand to pull James' boxers down the rest of the way, leaning in to kiss James' crimson tinted tip. James whimpers and laces his fingers in Regulus' inky black hair. "What do you want, daddy, I'll do anything." Regulus says in a false innocent voice.

"Suck my dick, baby," James keeps his eyes peeled open as Regulus looks up at his, blinking several times before swallowing James' length. "Fuck!" James moans out, tightening his grip on Regulus' locks.

Regulus bobs his head, sucking gently around James, who pushes his head down further, James' pubic hair tickling his nose as his eyes fill with tears. "C'mon, pretty baby, you can take it, can't you?" James asks, one hand coming down and wiping some tears that have fallen off of his face. Regulus hums, nodding as best he can. "Take breaths from your nose, sweetheart." James pushes him down as far as Regulus' throat will let him.

James lifts his hips up, fucking into Regulus' tight throat. "Feels so good baby, you're being so good for me," Regulus whines at the praise, his stomach knotting up at the sounds of James' moans. James spits on his fingers and smooths it around the rim of Regulus' entrance, slowly pushing the tip of one of his fingers in. Regulus' knees buckle, glad he's already sitting down or he'd have fallen.

Regulus pulls off of James with a pop and he kisses the skin next to his cock. James plunges his finger the rest of the way in, letting Regulus let out a wail. "God you're so beautiful, baby, even with that black eye, hm?" He was right, Regulus did look beautiful, his lips covered in a mix of precum and spit, his eyelashes stuck together with salty tears, his face flushed red from barely breathing.

"Thank you, daddy," Regulus swallows, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along the side of James' cock, James groans quietly. Regulus places kisses along the length.

"Are you gonna ride me, baby?" James asks, moving his finger in and out of Regulus, adding a second in, and doing the same.

Regulus pouts his lips, "But you taste so good, daddy, I want to keep going down here." Regulus leans in for another lick, James' fingers still roughly fucking into him.

"Please be a good boy, baby, you've already been so bad," James smirks because he knows he's won. Regulus sits up, James pulling out his fingers, Regulus whines from the lack of warmth. "Don't be upset, baby, you'll be full soon enough."

Regulus climbs up on James' lap, grinding down onto his dick, he moves his hips forward and backwards, spreading his spit all over his ass.

"Go on, love." James grabs his hips so hard Regulus knows it'll leave a bruise. He mindlessly grinds down again, but this time when he pops back up, he makes sure it's at the perfect angle, the tip of James' cock hot on his rim.

"Please, daddy, fuck me full of your cum," Regulus whines, pushing down onto James, he moans at the full feeling as James bottoms out.

James pushes slowly, in and out, trying his best to be gentle with Regulus. "Fuck, Reg," James groans desperately, buring his face into the pillow on his right, "So tight." He finishes his sentence, fastening his movements. Regulus places his hands on James' chest, his legs already tired from moving up and down on James' cock. James is now harsh with his movements, pounding in and out of Regulus, who is moaning and writhing above him.

James' thumb circles one of Regulus' nipples, smiling as Regulus tosses his head back.

"I'm gonna cum," Regulus whines, grinding down further, "can I cum?"

James pats his hair, pulling him down for a short lived kiss, "cum for me, sweetheart," and Regulus needs no more confirmation, he lets his knotted stomach untense, James continuing to fuck him through his high, he becomes overstimulated quickly.

"Please, James," tears start to fall down his cheeks once more, James wiping them away in annoyance.

"Shush, baby, let me finish," James only has to rutt up into Regulus 3 more times before his cock is pulsing, filling Regulus up with his cum.

When James stills his movements, Regulus let's out a big breath, his body collapsing ontop of James, with his cock still inside of him.

"Are you okay, my love?" James asks, stroking a hand down Regulus' spine.

"Mhm," Regulus says, all fucked out, "you forgive me?"

"I forgave you the moment I saw those bruises across your pretty face." James smiles softly down at Regulus, kissing his forehead and eventually forcing him out of bed to clean him up.

[remuslupinslittleslut]

No, like this

Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.

And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333

Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn

Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.

You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.

James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”

He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.

James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.

“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”

It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.

Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.

“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.

He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”

It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.

You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”

Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.

Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.

And then… nothing.

When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”

Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.

“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.

Tagged: @remussbitch

[nottsangel]

i’m having the worst brainrot thinking ab mean dom harry … he didn’t think he liked the idea of being mean to u during sex but he can’t stop when he hears how u react to his harsh words UGH

HARRY ugh i missed my baby !!!!!!!! harry never intented to be purposely mean to you, but you know, sometimes his irritation would get the better of him, causing him to lose his temper. as a result he’d snap at you and say harsh words that he’d instantly regret. however, to his biggest surprise, you didn’t even cry, yell back, or walk away angrily— you remained silent, a sly smile you tried to suppress creeping onto your face as you awkwardly fiddled with your hands. and that was the moment he found out about your degradation kink.

so now, during sex, harry takes advantage of that and releases all his pent-up anger when he’s pounding into you, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. and it works for the both of you— he found a way to let go of all his rage from whatever annoyed him that day and you reach orgasms even quicker than ever before. it’s a win-win situation!

“so pathetic, aren’t you? i can feel you tighten around me every time i call you my dirty slut.” harry hisses, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots within you as your sharp nails drag down his bare back. “you like it when i talk to you like this, hm?” he growls, and you nod eagerly. “y-yes harry, fuck! i love it!” a mischievous smirk spreads across his face as he tightens his grip around your neck, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “yeah? bloody hell, such a pathetic little whore for me— only for me.”

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[oh-starstarstar]

Pretty When You Cry. | r.l. x reader

18+ post.

Angry, full-moon Remus. He's mean, beware. Like, really mean.

This always happened near the full moon.

You'd see him stressed out to no avail; cramming up all the books around him as if it was an exam, behaving like a gruff old man, and sometimes going without talking to you for an entire day.

Right now, you made a mistake. Doesn't happen usually. Even if it does, he's too sweet to say anything even if he is offended. But near the full moon?

Oh, no. Hell no. He's staring right at you, gritting his teeth so hard that the muscle in his head visibly contracts. You timidly close the door behind you, lip trapped between teeth, eyes not looking directly at his.

"Remus?" you say after waiting. He doesn't respond. You repeat yourself, lowering the volume this time, cornering yourself against the wall.

"What's next? What? You're gonna fuck someone right in front of me?"

You fidget with your fingers, ogling at the ground. You'd just kissed a guy. One he particularly loathed. It wasn't your fault―it was a game of truth or dare, and, well, you tried telling them to not force you, but they pressurized you anyways, particularly because they thought it would be fun to annoy Remus. So you leaned in, pecked his lips, and backed off immediately. You looked at Remus for assurance. You hoped he'd know that it was just a dare. Of course, he knew it, he even heard you refuse multiple times, but his anger was the more prominently functioning one here.

You walk up to him. "You know it was dare. I told them to fuck off so many times,"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, well―" he turns around, almost as if he doesn't understand what to say or do anymore. He puts both his hands against the wall, leaning forward. Then he turns around again, face in his hands, clearly too frustrated to even get a word out. 

Maybe he'll spend hours in the library again.

Maybe he'll go smoke excessively again.

Maybe he'll start to become insecure about himself, again.

And you really don't want any of those things happening. You don't like seeing him like that. "You can take your anger out on me." You blurt before you even double-check your words.

"Hm?" He turns to you, confused, frowning, chest heaving.

"Take your anger out on me, Remus."

"What the fuck?" he's so confused. You never fuck whenever it's the full moon. He's said it multiple times, he loses control during that time of the month. He doesn't want to hurt you at all. "I'm not doing that,"

"It's fine if you don't want to, but just know, I'm okay with it. I can handle some hurt, Remus, promise. It's better than torturing yourself."

He considers your words in silence. He stands there, visibly conflicted, staring at you. "I'll hurt you." he turns away, hands running through his hair. 

"And I'd probably like that," you smirk lightly, hoping to lighten up the mood a little bit. You get no reaction from him except another huff, causing you to bite your lip in anticipation.

And then he turns back, hand grabbing your jaw harshly to push his lips against yours. It's harsh, it's mean, it's nothing like him, but you love it. Oh, you sure do. You whimper into the kiss, trying to move your head away to breathe. He doesn't let you go - his grip is harsh. He bites on your lip, pulling it with his teeth. You cry out in pain against his mouth.

He scoffs, pulling back. With your jaw still in his hands, he tilts your head up. "Look? You're crying at that. And this was, what, just a fucking kiss?"

"I wasn't crying," You pant. "Promise, I can take it," you assure him, both your hands cupping his on your jaw.

He stares at you. He's not one to be very, uhm, cooperative when it comes to his anger and the moon. His most preferred option is often caging himself away, mentally and physically. So you don't expect him to talk. There's two things that could happen; he either walks right out of that door, fuming, or―

"Safeword?"

"The usual. Red."

And then before you can comprehend, his hand rapidly moved down around your throat, his lips on yours.

His hand grabs your arms, 

"Shut up."

In a fit of anger, he doesn't bother slowing the both of you down by taking extra time to remove any clothes. Instead, he tears your shirt right down to the last button. 

"Why would you do that?!" You gasp, instinctively moving your hands to cover yourself. And though you don't realise it right away, but Remus pauses to look at you right then. You can't make out whether it's fury or admiration, but then he unloops his tie, roughly grabbing your jaw and shoving it into your mouth.

It's a mean gesture, especially for his standards, so it makes you look up at him with your doe-eyes in confusion.

"I told you to shut up. Already made it clear, and I'm not in the mood to listen to your shit at all today." He says, bending down to put his head in the crook of your neck, biting down on your collarbone as you whimper in pain. 

His nails roughly drag down your skin, making you squirm. This time, when you whimper, his head snaps up. His eyes stare dangerously at you. “One more time, and I’ll make you cry.”

So you shut up. It’s a little fucked up, but you are more turned on than you have ever been before. One thing’s obvious—he’s not usually rough. He’s gentle, calm, treating you like you’re made of glass. So this switch of his makes you throb. 

He lifts your one thigh up, putting it on his shoulder. As anger-driven as he is now, it takes him barely any time to enter you. Though your eyes roll to the back, farthest they can, you don’t make a single noise. You’ve never seen this side of his so… don’t wanna test it much, right?

As he begins thrusting in you, you don’t get time to adjust. His mouth is all over you, kissing, licking, biting; it’s wild—filthy, almost. Yet you can’t get yourself to hate it. Something about this sex-crazed version of his makes you so much wetter. Sure, his gentleness is lovely as lovely gets, but a girl needs her fair-share of fucked up stuff. 

“I swear I wanted to take you right there and show him. That smug bastard,” he groans. He roughly thrusts up, making you choke a moan. You look up at him innocently, just as you know it’s going to be hard to stay quiet. 

“What, something to say?” He pulls his tie out of your mouth, throwing it to the side.

You take the opportunity. “Sorry, I—” another thrust. “I’m sorry,”

His hand snakes up your throat. “Sorry’s gonna fix this?” he asks. 

You shake your head, feeling him fold you even more. “Can’t— can’t stay quiet for lo—” you let out a loud moan, hoping he’d at least casted muffliato on his way in. (...he hadn’t.)

“Simple fucking thing, and you can’t follow it? Can’t even shut up?”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you whine, body jolting with his thrusts, your high chasing you. You clench around him, the action having a very clear effect on him. He furrows his brows, head bowing down. 

“Fuck.” he groans lowly. “You gonna cum?”

You nod. You close your eyes, bite your lips, waiting for the moment. He gets faster, thrusts harder, hand even moving down to rub at your clit. Then, he just… stops.

“Fuck!” you scream. Your leg trembles hard, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, why’d you do that?” he had never done that. Ever. If anything, his main motive was to make you come every time you did it. 

He grabs your jaw roughly. “Gonna behave from now on?”

You nod. “Sorry, please, please, please,”

He snakes his hand down, rubbing at your clit. “Learnt your lesson?”

You nod. 

“Gonna shut up like I told you to?”

You nod. 

Finally, finally, your high chases you again. This time, you look at him with pleading eyes, as if apologising to him. You hip jerks up, legs shaking. 

“There you go,” he says, increasing the speed of his fingers. The knot in your stomach tightens, your whole body heating up. 

He stops. He fucking stops. 

This time, you try your best to cry quietly into the pillow beside you, body jolting.

“Stop it,” he says harshly.

You open your eyes to look at him. “Huh?”

“Stop that, the fucking sobbing.”

He manouvers you onto his lap, lifting you up and slamming you down on his dick. Instinctively, you head is buried in his neck, soft mewls muffled by his skin. 

When his hands tire, he simply lets you sit on his lap and instead lifts his own hips. Your nails dig into his hands which are still on your hip (to keep you from moving your hips away), soft moans turning into screams. 

You struggle in his grip. He grips your hair harshly, pulling you out of the crook of his neck.  "Yeah, yeah, darling. Push me once more, and I'll tie you up and keep going faster till you cry and beg me to stop. Then we'll see how much you can push, hm?" he seethes. 

Oh.

But fuck, the ecstacy you're feeling isn't going to let you stay still for long. You tremble at his touch, breathily moaning into his neck. At this point, you are overstimulated, too. 

This time, when his hand starts rubbing your clit, your head goes into the crook of his neck to bite onto his skin. 

“I swear, I wanna stop again. Wanna make you suffer.”

You shake your head vigorously, “No, no, no, please,” you begin to sob. Sob, really. 

In a fucked up way, it turns him on. During the full-moon, he’s not really… him. Some of his harsher sides come to play. So now, he wants to see you cry. 

So he stops. 

You sob lowly in his neck, body trembling. “Why,” you whimper. “please, Remus, please,”

“Sorry, darling. Just wanted to see those pretty little tears of yours.”

pussy down bad, huh?

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3

2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated

aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~

“Baby, I’m home,” Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.

They’ve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dad’s special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.

Today it’s just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.

James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.

“Hi love!” comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.

Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.

Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of just…stuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.

“James,” Regulus starts, blinking, “You were supposed to take the day off.”

His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.

“Ehh,” James makes dismissively, “I still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.”

He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horse—he’s such a dad, “And we’ve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, “Mm, that might be true. Still it’s your birthd—”

Regulus halts.

“Love?” James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.

On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and the—

“James, baby, what are you wearing?”

Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.

“Huh?” James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, “Oh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.” His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isn’t currently taking five years off Regulus’ life expectancy.

“You–” Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. It’s downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that it’s more fat than muscle now—though Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.

Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didn’t already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.

“Baby,” Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.

“Yeah, Reg?” James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.

“How long until Harry arrives?”

“An hour or two, depending on traffic,” James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.

“Good enough,” Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.

They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each other’s mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons that’s how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.

Regulus’ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulus’ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They don’t stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulus’ slacks, making them both groan.

At some point Regulus abandons James’ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each other’s mouths.

Regulus is nipping at James’ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and he’s sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus can’t quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks James’ firmly on the bum.

It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. It’s a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times they’ve had sex, Regulus’ erection is always at its best form for James.

“Mnh,” James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, “Need you, baby.”

Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of James’ arse, “Slut.”

Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, “Please, please.” 

“But of course, sweety,” Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.

Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, “Scoot up.”

His husband does so dutifully and it doesn’t take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.

Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with James’ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs James’ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.

He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.

James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.

Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as James’ eyelids flutter. He can’t help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between James’ thighs and without warning diving right in.

James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over James’ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into James’ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.

“Ahh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hah—” James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husband’s precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock. 

He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until James’ noises grow an edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, gonna– hnng,” James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.

He’s fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulus’ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulus’ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.

He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against James’ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.

James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.

“Baby,” Regulus prompts, bending James’ knees towards his ears with a grunt, “Jamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.” His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his knees—thank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.

Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through James’ wetness, “Now are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?”

James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, “No, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, I’m gonna be good for you, I prom–Aah—”

Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.

He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, “Then take it, slut.”

The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husband’s chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.

When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes James’ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but it’s working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like he’s getting the best cock of his entire life. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of James’ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.

Regulus keeps James’ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.

“If you could only see yourself, baby,” Regulus grits out, “Fucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.”

James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.

“Can you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?”

James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.

“Think you’ll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?”

James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.

Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, “Keep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.”

And so he does.

On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulus’ torso and the couch—Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if the carpet wasn’t unscathed either.

That’s really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husband’s orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.

At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulus’ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husband’s hole.

Once they’re both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into James’ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.

They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulus’ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.

After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulus’ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me.”

Regulus chuckles into the crook of James’ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husband’s droopy eyes, “Yeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.”

[ghoulie-67-baby]

In too deep- Wizarding world.

Summary: It’s the end of a pretty rough session and you’re stuck in subspace, the boys decide enough is enough and pull you back.

Warnings: Sub!reader, Doms!Sirius, Remus and James, crude language, smut, degradation (minor), praise, thumb sucking, sub space, Crying, use of 'Daddy', cum play (if you squint).

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader.

Word count: 1,252.

"Good girl." Remmy swept my hair back from my face as I came down from my 4th high of the day, James' thrusting coming to a stop as he emptied his load inside me, making me whine at the feeling of all three loads of cum mixed and sliding out of me. "That's it Bunny, y'did so well for us." I glanced up at him with a small smile, lips parted as I panted. Another broken moan was forced from me as James pulled out of me, my body extremely sensitive from the three of them sharing me.

"Look Pads, she's clenching around air." James grinned as he sat between my legs, face level with my pussy. "The little cock slut." Sirius shifted across the bed to join him, chuckling at the sight as their cum began to slip out of me towards the sheets below us. "Poor dumb Bunny, all fucked out," I whined, bottom lip trembling as I clutched at Remus, pulling him down to kiss me. He was gentle with me as he kissed back, rubbing small circles onto my stomach as the two continued to stare, transfixed at the sight. I huffed out a sigh at how soft he was being and forced my lips against his a little harder to try and get him to do the same. It didn't work and he pulled away as I whined, desperately wanting to give them more.

"I love how she twitches when she's all cockdrunk and making no sense," Sirius all but growled out, thumb moving to push the cum back into me. I gasped, back arching as my eyes fluttered shut with a shattered moan. "Poor baby." He kissed my thigh gently before moving to the head of the bed and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth as I stared at him with bleary eyes. "You're so out of it, spacing away, can see it in your eyes Poppet."

"Think that's enough for today Bunny," Remus commented, snapping James out of his trance as he pushed my legs together. "Let's get all clean," I whined in protest, letting my legs fall back open as my head lolled to one side to watch Sirius. His gaze was soft as he sighed, hands reaching out to take one of my own.

"C'mon Poppet, time to come back to us." He muttered against my cheek as he tried to coax me out of my headspace. I shook my head lazily, wanting to give them more. "Yes Bunny, enough for now."

"Don't wanna Daddy, Want more." I whimpered, "I can make y'feel good, m'gonna be good for my daddies." I snaked my hand to take hold of his semi-hard cock, running my hand up and down. I smiled in exhausted delight at the hiss he made from the sensitivity, biting back his moans. Tears filled my eyes as he pulled my hand away from him even though he was almost fully hard. He didn't want me. I turned to look at James who looked down at me sympathetically, shaking his head when I opened my mouth for him to use. The tears flooded over onto my cheeks so quickly and the boys looked heartbroken as I whimpered, trying to hold back a sob. I wasn't entirely sure why I was crying, what the feeling I had was or why they didn't seem to want me but I knew it was agony.

"Daddies don't want me anymore?" I cried, "Have I been a bad girl?" They scrambled to correct me, each blurting out that I'd been perfect for them.

"Bunny, of course, we still want you. We always want you, you've just had enough for today, you're a bit too fuzzy now." James cooed, thumb rubbing over my cheek, wiping tears away though more fell in their place. "You're always our good girl, we just need to take care of you now."

"It's not Daddy anymore either Bunny," Remus added, pulling me up the bed so he was lying against the headboard with my back against his chest. "It's Remmy, Jamesie and Siri 'member." He began to pepper soft kisses against my collarbone as Sirius disappeared to the bathroom making me whine loudly, tears springing up again.

"But Daddy can use my mouth and throat again, make him feel good." I nodded, holding my mouth open and sticking out my tongue.

"Daddy has had enough for today too, Do you need something to suck on?" I gazed up at Remmy and nodded quickly, mouth still open. Just then, Sirius returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth in his hand and a fresh pair of boxers on. "Okay Bunny, we'll clean you up and then I'll give you something." Although I was disappointed I couldn't have his cock now, I waited patiently. Wincing as James held my legs open for Sirius to clean my sore, used pussy. I cried at the oversensitivity as the cloth ran over my clit, wiping away all their cum and my own, James managing to keep my legs open though they twitched and fought against his grip.

Once he was done, I twisted my head up to look at Moony again, opening my mouth and trying to get out of his grip and slide down to get to his cock. I pouted, confused, when he didn't loosen up his grip but instead held his thumb to my lips and pressed into my mouth.

"There you go Bunny, suck on Remmy's thumb and come back to us." I looked at Jamsie and nodded, eyes feeling heavy as I started to suck at Remmy's thumb whilst his other hand rubbed my ribs gently. Siri and James worked together to slide me into a pair of underwear before pulling a blanket from another bed to drape over me. Though my head was still fuzzy, I was slowly beginning to come to, exhausted from the events.

"Hey Poppet, how you feeling?" Pads whispered, sitting by my thighs as his thumb rubbed over my skin.

"M'feeling a little better now," I mumbled, fighting to stay awake. "Jus' tired Siri." The boy in question smiled at me as I used his name, noticing I was drifting back, slowly.

"Atta girl Bunny, when you're a bit more back you need to have some water before you sleep okay?" Remmy spoke, chest rumbling under my chest which soothed me.

"Jamesie, can I have your jumper please?" I held back a shiver as he scrambled off the bed, rifling in his trunk to find his quidditch jumper before bringing it over, and helping me slip it on. "Thank you." I kissed his cheek gently before laying back down with a yawn. I hummed, rubbing my eyes with closed fists as exhaustion set in quicker than expected.

"Here Bun, let's drink first, don't want you t'get ill do we?" With half-open eyes, I pulled the straw into my mouth and sipped at the cold water slowly so I didn't upset my stomach before pulling away. After putting it down, the other two boys, came to join us on the bed, one on either side of Remus and me as I twisted in his grip to lay face down on his chest and get comfortable. As I drifted out of it, the three pressed a kiss to my head and wrapped the blanket around us before I dozed off entirely, cocooned in the scent of the three of them and a warm feeling in my chest.

[rablovergirl]

can we have Dom james w jegulus pleaseeee x

I am a sucker for dom james...

when reg goes into subspace he is just a rag doll in james' arms. He'll go whatever way james wants him. Spread himself further than he should (I've said this before lol) James will manhandle him into a position that gets him off. Regulus doesn't even care that he's not getting much stimulation because he just can't get over how hot it is that james wordlessly throws him around until he has regulus where he wants him.

Sometimes James will feel extra punishing and make regulus really work for his orgasm. He'll have him face down ass up and push into him only to stay perfectly still. He'll tell reg to work for it himself and fuck himself back on james' cock, even though reg is so tired and has already cum three times and he's so sensitive.

"you wanted me to fuck you baby, I have and you're still begging like a little cockslut. If you want to cum so badly baby fuck yourself on my cock. Be good for me. There we go, fuck, just like that. So tight still even though I've fucked you open with my fingers and my tongue."

James will have regulus wear a butt plug (its red obviously) for days at a time, so that at any moment he can flip him, pull down his trousers, take it out and fuck straight into him whenever he wants, without needing much prep. He'll put regulus in a vibrator and turn it on and off through out the day until regulus' eyes are completely glazed over and he can't speak without sounding completely wrecked or a whine leaving his throat. Then he'll sit regulus an his lap, right on top of his cock so that the plug drives even deeper into him. And regulus is like putty in his hold, so relaxed James just has to whisper to him to work him up even more.

"you're so good for me darling, haven’t come all day even with your plug, I'm so proud baby, you did so well. We can go up to my room after and I'll let you come as many times as you need yeah? Just be good for another hour, don't want our friends thinking anything, do you?"

But of course regulus is never this out of it so his friends start asking questions. Sometimes James will be nice, and answer for him, tell them he doesn't feel very well, or that he's really tired. But other times he'll make regulus speak, and have him say that he's fine. He mumbles/slurs through it and James is obsessed with him, how good he's being, how James can do almost anything and regulus will be ok with it.

[urwhorecrux]

Hi I really love your account! I was wondering if you could do a harry potter x fem!reader smut please?

yes <3 and thank you so much!

⊹。°˖➴ 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

pairing. harry potter x fem!reader.

warnings. smut, nipple play, established relationship.

summary. reader has a wet dream and harry helps out.

word count. 0.6k

materlist

your body lay out against you boyfriend, harry potter. wearing nothing but silk shorts and a matching tank, your mind raced with filthy thoughts - a clouding daze filling your thoughts.

harry’s cock, buried inside you, thrusting with every second, breathless moans escaping your mouth. your legs shook at each thrust of his hips, each one completely wrecking you. his soft eyes glanced at you, filled with innocence yet - they were the only eyes that could ever hold this, an angel yet so corrupting.

you threw your head back as you let out a coaxed cry, “fuck harry—“ you cried, his cock repeatedly hitting the best spot.

“fuck, doing so good f’ me”, he grunted, his eyes were full of lust and dominance.

was this really his dominant side or was it just in your head?

you began stirring around in your sleep, your arms and fingers intertwined with harry’s. your body rolled trying to adjust the feeling, softly aching.

harry awoke, hearing the soft calls of his name in your sleep. “y/n, wake up love” he softly shook you awake, before he realized the whimpering.

his eyes began to trail across your body, while his hand trailed down your inner thigh beneath your silk shorts. the moment he realized there had been faint wet spots he smirked, moving a hand down your clit. a stirring began down your cunt, softly taunting it, making him flustered at how needy you are.

you slowly peeled your eyes open, as the brunette had sun shining on his soft skin, while lewd moans softly came above you.

“harry- what are you doing?” you giggled, his fingers curling softly inside you.

“just taking care of you baby, heard you calling f’ me in your sleep”

you grinned, letting your head rest back on the pillow once again. he began planting soft kissed down your neck, onto your jaw, and eventually to your lips.

your hands found their way to his messy, fluffy hair, gently combing through it while pulling him closer to you. his hand pulled your face closer to his, while his other slowly teased at your nipple, gently nibbling against it.

pulling his head up, your lips collided with eachother’s within seconds, as he gently pinched your bottom lip with his.

his hand began traveling down to your soaked lace panties, fiddling around your cunt. “take ‘em off” he whispered.

you instantly followed, pulling them off slowly, teasing while he waits.

his chest was now pressed against yours, beginning to remove your silk shorts as he pushed your panties aside. “so wet for me, baby.” he muffled against your neck.

taking his leaking cock from his boxers, he began letting you know it was so fucking hard only for you.

he took his cock and began slowly stroking it, slowly indulging it into your needy pussy.

“oh fuck- harry,” you whined, teeth clenching your lips.

he began rolling his hips thrusting even harder into you within every second. his hands intertwined with yours, as the other held a firm grip on your hips, digging in your skin.

you submerged your cunt onto his cock, wanting his cock buried into you with every desperate thrust.

both of your bodies shuddered with pleasure, sweating and tangled together. you felt every moan, pant, and cry among each other’s skin.

harry felt his high nearing, along with you. the sloppy jerks of his hips signaled he was close and so were you. both of your hips began falling a bit, which each thrust becoming lazier, harry yearned for both of your release.

your hands dug in his back, leaving faint red marks across it. whines leaving your lips every second with every last thrust.

“harry- fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“make a mess on m’cock baby”, he pleaded, he wouldn’t even finish until you did.

you came on his cock, your juices mixing together.

you lazily smiled as he pulled out, looking at you with adoration.

likes, reblogs, and feedback is appreciated <3 short fic but its alright.

[moonstruckme]

hii!! i love ur blog lol. i saw ur requests were open and i thought maybe id send one in! no pressure at all to do it, thank you for writing what you write (it’s really comforting!) i was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a reader who is overworking herself for exams/college stuff and is hiding from her boyfriends because she knows they’ll be stern with her and make her take a break? so she tries to evade them but they foil her evil little plan lol. maybe like dom!remus… i’m obsessed w him.. just an idea!!!! have an amazing day 🩷

Thanks for requesting, hope you have an amazing day too!

cw: d/s dynamics to be found if you want them to be, mostly they're just bossy

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 814 words

There are nice voices seeping into your consciousness. Soft, comforting. You snuggle into the gentleness of their familiar hum. 

Something moves from underneath your face. You start to open your eyes, slow and reluctant, and when the something is gone your face lands in a warm palm. It feels safe, easy enough to settle into, but as you’re about to let yourself slip away again it strokes its thumb over your cheek. 

“Angel.” James’ voice sounds almost like he’s trying not to laugh. He thumbs your cheek again. “Angel, hey.” A pause. “She doesn’t seem to want to wake up.” 

“She’s awake,” Sirius says. You feel his hand sweep across your shoulder blades. “Come on, sweetness. This is no place to spend the night.” 

You make a disgruntled, whiny sound you’d never allow in full consciousness. Your eyes peel open. 

“There she is.” Sirius rubs your back encouragingly.

You blink blearily in the sickening fluorescent light of the library. James is squatting at face-level in front of you, his expression somewhere between fond and pitying, while Remus stands behind him with your backpack over his shoulder. You can see Sirius peering down at you in your periphery, his hand still moving over your back as though to keep you from falling back asleep. 

There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. It must be late. 

“Oh, no,” you groan, forcing yourself up. Your neck and back crackle as you straighten, making James cringe. 

“I agree,” Sirius says smoothly. “I too would be devastated if I traded a warm and cozy bed with my loving boyfriends for a hard, cold desk. But don’t be embarrassed, there’s still time to make things right.” 

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to rub wakefulness into them. “I…where’s my laptop?” 

“I have it,” says Remus. 

“I need it.” 

“You’ll get it back tomorrow.” 

A slow, heavy anxiety laces your bloodstream. “But I have to finish…” 

“Dove.” Remus’ voice is stern, though not unkind. “You have to sleep first. At home.”

You blink, your brain still lagging. “But…” 

“Sweetheart, c’mere.” James takes your face in his hand, angling you towards him. He brushes his thumb over the corners of your eyes, then smiles at you. “There. Sorry, you had crusties. Ready to go?” 

“I…” 

“Let’s go, babe.” Sirius winds an arm around your waist, hauling you up with him. “It’s definitely bedtime.” 

James chuckles. “Seems like it. Poor love.” 

“What about my stuff?” 

“I’ve got it, dove,” Remus reminds you. He frowns. “When was the last time you slept?” 

You think back. “Last night.” Was it really only last night? It feels eons ago. 

“But for how long?” 

“Uh…” you wince. “I dunno, a couple hours.” 

James makes a low pitying sound, and Remus’ frown worsens. On some level, you know you’d known they would react like this. Probably, you’d even known they were right. It was why you’d been spending as little time at home as possible, catching twenty-minute power naps in library chairs and avoiding your boyfriends. 

“Sweetheart,” Remus sounds tired himself, and guilt sprouts behind your ribcage, “you can’t run yourself ragged like this. It’s not sustainable. It’s not going to help with your schoolwork, and it’s awful for you besides. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

You heave a sigh. “I guess I just like living on the edge,” you grumble sardonically. 

Sirius huffs a laugh. He slots a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hey, recklessness is my thing,” he says, kissing your temple. “You need to get your own thing.” 

“Sorry.” 

“You need to take better care of yourself,” Remus chides. “You’ve tried your way, and it’s clearly not working. Right?” 

You’re silent. Then Sirius pinches your side, and you squeak, “Right.” 

“Good girl.” Remus’ tone warms some with amusement. “So we’re going to go home, and you’re going to sleep at least eight hours. Then, after you eat and drink something, you can have your laptop back. Okay?” 

“Okay.” You want to be more reluctant, but the allure of your boyfriends’ evil scheme is too tempting to resist. You don’t have the energy to fight them on it. “Thanks for coming to get me.” 

Remus holds the door open for you all to exit the library. As you pass, he cups your cheek with a small smile. “You’re welcome, dovey.” 

“And maybe during this next round of studying, you could take a break from time to time,” James suggests lightly. “I haven’t had a proper cuddle in days.” 

“Oi!” Sirius’ chin nearly smacks the side of your head as he whips around to see James. “What would you call what we did this afternoon?” 

“Not a proper cuddle. Your elbow has probably left a permanent indent in my stomach.” 

“There are people who would pay for a souvenir like that, Jamie.”

[remusslove]

Remusslove masterlist

Im back! And with a masterlist<3 REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

ALSO: I DO NOT DO AGE REGRESSION ANYMORE.

Characters I write for:

★ Remus lupin ★ Sirius black ★ James potter ★ lily evans ★ regulus black ★ Mary McDonald ★ Dorcas meadowes ★ Marlene McKinnon ★ mattheo riddle ★ Harry Potter ★ hermione granger ★ Pansy parkinson ★ Blaise zabini ★ Theodore nott ★ luna lovegood

NO ONE ELSE. But I will probably update my masterlist with characters I forgot and if you request a character that is not on this list, I will not do it.

Tags I will write:

★ sub!reader, sub!character ★ dom!reader, dom!character ★ innocent!reader, innocent!character ★ dealer!reader, dealer!character ★ mafia!reader, mafia!character

But I will probably update my masterlist with tags I forgot and if you request a tag that is not on this list, i might do it. Also will not do pregnant!reader or reader with kids.

[regulus-books]

bodyguard jamie next oneshot!!! I miss you all sm oml, so I'm blessing you with buff!bodyguard!angry!scared!james. heres a little preview<333

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Teach us - Part two

It's finally here babes! Part two to this.

Poly!Marauders, dom!reader, dom!remus, sub!sirius, sub!jamie.

Masterlist.

Moving away from James, you made your way toward Sirius. He was attractive, there’s no denying it. But you wanted to take him down a notch with the way he was so cocky about it. “Hi, pretty boy,” you said, despite yourself, as you sat down next to him on the bed.

“Hi,” he said, “and before you ask, yes I have kissed a girl before.”

Rolling your eyes, you fell back onto the bed. “Careful, or I won’t let you come,” you said, giving him a pointed look. He at least had enough sense to look embarrassed. “Well, are you gonna get over here, or do you just wanna hold hands?” You ask, turning your face toward the ceiling, waiting for the boy next to you to climb on top.

“Go on then, show me how you’ve kissed all those other girls”, you smirked up at him as he made himself comfortable on top of you. You noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks before he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. They were slightly chapped, you knew he’d been biting on them. The kiss was still soft, though, even pulling a moan from somewhere deep in your throat. “Now that’s a good boy,” you said, patting his cheek.

Feeling his confidence grow, he let his hips push against yours. Sighing, you turned your head toward Remus’, “Rem, I think maybe this one needs to be taught things you know better than me?” Remus quirked one brow and left his place on his own bed, making his way over to the pair of you, standing behind Sirius’ body, layed out over yours.

“Little padsy, being bad for my girl? Thought you were gonna be on your best behaviour tonight?” He asked, pulling Sirius’ up by the neck, pressing the body against him. “Now you’ve been rude and you’re gonna make it up to her, gonna fuck her real good, yeah?” Sirius’ head was thrown back, over Remus’ shoulder, giving you quite the sight. It only got better as Remus’ hand made its way down Sirius’ front, fingers pushing into his underwear, squeezing the other boy’s cock. “First, you’ve gotta make sure she’s all wet, start with your hands,” before Sirius could put his hand between your legs on his own, Remus’ hand wrapped around his, helping him move his hand to where it was supposed to go.

“Is she wet?” Remus asked, though he already knew the answer as both of their hands rubbed against your moistened cunt. Sirius nodded, vigorously. “Then,” Remus said, “you can lick her, wetten her even more, don’t worry, I’ll show you how.” You knew to push your legs even further apart, pressing your feet into the mattress. Remus pushed the other boy’s head down, holding him by his hair now, big chest pressed against the smaller back. “Now, you stick your tongue out.” Sirius did. And then, you received the hottest head of your life, the virgin tongue licking against your clit, completely controlled by your boyfriend’s hand. “Come on, do better,” Remus said, gripping Sirius’ hair even harder, pushing his head closer against you.

Back arching, you allowed moans to spill out of your mouth freely. It was incredibly hot, how Remus used Sirius as a means to get you off. Getting lost in your head, it suddenly stopped. Remus had pulled Sirius away from your cunt, and boy was it a sight to be seen, his mouth was still half open, eyes wild, lower face dampened by your juices. “Now, you gotta be a good boy and thank her for letting you eat her cunt, go ahead,” Remus demanded, hand petting Sirius’ face, rather hard. “Thank you, for letting me eat your cunt,” Sirius said eyes avoiding yours. “Awe, good boy, thank you for doing it, did so well little one,” you said, reaching down to toussle his hair.

Making eyes with Remus, he smiled at you, affection he did not show Sirius at the moment. It was clear what roles you were playing, you were being the soft dom, being nice and sweet to the boy here to learn. Remus, on the other hand, played bad cop, hard dom, controlling Sirius and teaching him everything about fucking a girl.

“C’mon now, pads, you wanna run around and be a dog all the time, now you can learn how to fuck like one, turn her around.” The kindness just shown to you had escaped, flown out the window. Back was hard Remus, here to teach a lesson. And Sirius, so eager to learn, pushed himself up before using his hands to turn you over, placing you on your stomach.

“Now, you see, you’ve gotta make sure she gets her little butt up, yeah that’s it,” Remus said, sitting himself down next to you, eyes focused on Sirius and his hands. “Get yourself out, make sure you’re all the way hard, yeah, you can do that.” You felt the bed moving, and figured Sirius was likely tugging on his own cock, bringing himself to full hardness again. The bed shifted, again, as Remus moved to get a better look. “You wanna make sure you get the right hole, preferably the first time,” Remus chuckled, lightly hitting your butt, showing you he hadn’t forgotten about you. Before you knew, Remus had helped Sirius, by holding his cock, to push into your tight little hole, filling you up deliciously. He was the smallest of the three, but in no way small.

He had stilted inside of you, fully sheathed. “How’s she feel?” Remus asked, you could hear the grin on his voice. He only got some breathy moans in reply. “You can move, y’know,” he said, before moving again, head coming to rest next to yours. “You okay, love?” He kissed your nose. “Yeah,” you said, smiling at him.

Deciding Sirius took too long to fuck you, Remus decided to get things into his own hands. Literally. He moved off the bed, once again, to stand behind Sirius, hands coming down onto his shoulders. “You’ve just gotta move your hips, like this.” He showed him how to move, by moving his own hips at the same time, pressing his own bulge into Sirius’ arse, he helped him move his cock in and out of you. “But don’t come, you haven’t gotten permission yet,” Remus’ voice was muffled now, lips pressed against Sirius’ neck.

“God, moons, you’re killing me,” Sirius was whining, cock pulsing inside of you, you could feel him getting closer to his high. It felt amazing, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to come from it. “You’re not coming ‘til she does, and the way you’re going, that’s going to take hours.” Remus pinched the hips of the smaller boy. “You could pull out, eat her cunt again, make her cum this time, or you could,” he moved Sirius’ hand, placing it between your thighs, letting him find your clit and showing him how to rub it, “rub her here on her clitoris, and if you’re good at it, you could make her come from that.” Remus’ voice turned into more of a whisper as he felt Sirius’ get the hang of it. “That’s right, now just keep going, d’you feel that?” It did feel very good, his fingers moved well, and along with the feeling of his cock still inside you, it sent you closer to the edge, walls clamping down around him.

“Yeah, oh, god,” Sirius was moaning, his hips started to move again, while still rubbing your clit. “Come on, come, please, come, I need to, I gotta,” he sounded so desperate. It was cute, really, adorable, so sweet, this little virgin boy, begging you to let him come. Helping him by moving your hips, you felt Remus doing the same from the other side, sandwiching him into his first ever orgasm in a girl. As he filled you up, little virgin cock spurting inside you, you felt your orgasm wash over you, it was soft, not life changing, but still wonderful and very sexy, if nothing else then for fact that the situation was incredibly hot.

Falling face down on the bed, you felt Sirius’ body drape over yours, collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss. You allowed him to stay like that for a few minutes, before you needed to breathe normal again.

“Hey, pretty boy, that was very good, Remmy was so kind to help you, right?” You ask, brushing your fingers into his soft curls, kissing his forehead. “You did really good, such a good boy.” Remus, who had gone to get James, agreed, “yeah, pads, really good, but I still think you need more practice, unlike Jamie over here,” he moved the limp, muscular boy onto the bed, which he enchanted to expand in size, “he was a natural, taking everything like the best little boy, huh?”

Groaning, you pushed yourself up to move around and change positions on the bed. You rolled James over, so that he could wrap his arms around you from behind, while you held Sirius close, Remus wrapped around Sirius’ other side. “You two were such good boys tonight,” you said, scratching liglty along James’ arm, your other hand holding Sirius close.

“Yeah, good little boys,” Remus said, teasingly, nibbing at Sirius’ ear, “so, what should we teach tomorrow?”

Tagged for pt two:

@missakward123 @remusremorse @arwensloanebarnes

Whilst writing this I kind of fell in love with this setting I might write even more, I love the dynamics!

[sixlane]

@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging

Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3

Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently. 

He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect. 

James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school. 

He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close. 

As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top? 

James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old. 

“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”

A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor. 

Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall. 

He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him. 

“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans. 

“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes. 

Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio. 

The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers. 

“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand. 

He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks. 

James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”

The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time. 

He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.

James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.

“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”

James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.

Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.

Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.

James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.

He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.

“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.

James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.

Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”

James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.

Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”

James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.

“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.

James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.

“Words, James.”

“You’re in charge,” James breathes.

“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.

“Whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”

James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.

“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.

When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly. 

Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.

“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”

James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.

Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine. 

Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek. 

“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”

And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.

Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.

“Ready?” He asks.

James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.

“Always so tight for me baby.”

“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.

Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess. 

He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already. 

For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.

“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.

Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.

James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.

“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”

James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed. 

Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.

“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.

James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.

Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.

He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.

Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”

James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.

Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.

[junipersmunkey]

Subjames ¹⁸⁺

|Needy After Practice|

Subjames, making out, No!mommy kink, p in v, dryhumping, male moans, hair pulling, rough, slight noncon (maybeidk), dacryphilia, cream pie, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, size kink?

James had just finished his long quidditch practice. Already showered in the locker rooms and eager to make it back to his single head boy dorm knowing you would be there waiting for him. You had promised before he left that afternoon to be his room when he finished practice.

When James came in you were already sitting there pretty on the chair of his desk looking through a muggle magazine. Your legs on display with your boy short underwear on and baby tee. At the notice of James’ presence you stood up the closing the door for him as he was unable to with his hands full with quidditch gear.

“Hey Jami-” When you closed the door he dropped the gear in a clutter, taking your hips in his hands and kissing you only allowing a second for you to kiss him back before he pulled away ducking he head down. His lips hovering beneath your jawline and teeth against it roughly kissing the your neck. You took a sharp intake of air.

“You’re gonna leave a mark” you breathed but standing slightly on your toes to give him more room.

“Mhmm” James mumbled against your throat.

His hands moved up to your waist and gave a harsh squeeze before letting go of your neck and moving up to your ear. “Need you” James said throatily with desperation in his tone bringing you body to lay flat on him and a gentle unintentional thrust on your hip in need.

You moved his head level with yours and crashed your lips against his. James let you take all the dominance in the kiss. Your hands reaching into his damp hair and wanking it as if to bring your faces impossibly closer. You smirked against his lips as he hummed meekly into you mouth. Both of you walked in union still making out until you knees touched the edge of the bed. Moving your hands away from his hair and down to his waist you allowed yourself to fall back into the bed bringing him down with you.

Your knees bent and legs open to let James rest his clothed cock snug in your center. James continued on kissing you, unable to refrain himself from rocking his hips into yours. He only stops when you push his shoulders up letting him rest above you. His look was innocent as if waiting for instruction though his eyes still hooded in lust.

“Take it off” you said and watched as James frantically stood pulling off his shirt and fumbling with his pants and underwear trying to jump out of them as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed sitting on his calves.

Watching as you took off your shirt and bra. Listening as you told him to take off your underwear. Lifting your hips and narrowing your legs to aid him.

The second your panties were gone you wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to fall over you. His only support being his elbows in line with your head.

Your lips met again and this time with more need. James lips were sloppy against yours. Your bare cunt and his hard cock rubbed together. His precum lubricated head catching onto your clit with each rock.

Grabbing his waist you position him so his dick pushed into you. His head fell into the crevice of your neck at the movements letting out breathily moans.

“Please, please” James didn’t know what he was asking for as your hands on his waist guided him in thrusting into you. The thrust were slow making him pull out almost completely before sliding in so deep that it was as if he was trying to get balls deep into you. Your hot skin pressed close onto each other, you boobs smashed by his toned chest.

You let him use you as he deperatly rutted in trying to milk his cock into you pussy. You moaned at how deep he was and the intensity of the moment.

“Pleas- I just- let me” he sounded as if he was crying in pleasure.

It happened in a second you were to close to even understand the movement. James pulled out off you, your hands falling from his waist. His big hands grabbed onto your waist almost incasing your stomach whole and flipping you over to lay on your stomach. His having a iron grip on your lower waist pushing you impossibly in to mattress. Your word muffled by the pillows. He pushed back into your dripping pussy with a chocked moan.

Though his movement should have held dominance. They did not. His overwhelming pleasure and need to feel you deeper over took him. The slow thrusts not meant to tease him did just that.

James overwhelming emotions consumed his trance of need to fill you, need for release, need to be closer to you, need. And guilt filling him of using his strength against you to take you in such a way.

“I’m sorry , I just mfmm…” he was quivering above you. His mind in a haze. He was pounding into your cunt with pure animalistic instinct. It was all to much for him. His cock destoring your hole.

You came the first time in a haze your pussy cleching and spasming at his powerful thrusts. James continued unable to stop himself rutting into you pussy with desperation. The overstimulated was. To much. For you and your body thrashed to get out of his hard grip. Your cheching only causing him to pin you even more painfully into the bed.

James was had tears brimming his eyes. Moans leaving his mouth loudly and broken apologies. He trying to pound into you harder, push himself deeper into you, get impossibly closer. You were filling all his sense. The tightness of you cunt was far to much for him.

James let out a loud wine as he fell on top of you biting your neck. “M’sorry” you could feel his harsh thrust stuttering and falling into a feverish pace. His cock twitching inside of you as you let your self cum for a second time around his cock this orgasm longer than the first.

His moans didn’t stop no pauses in between them that sounded more like cries. His cum filled you to the brim as if it couldn’t stop coming and his thrust had to stop at how tight you were squeezing him. He breathed out unable to pull out of you at the overstimulated of any moment to his cock.

You let out a sigh as he pulled away laying next to you. Finally taking in his appearance and his red rimmed eyes he couldn’t stop himself letting the tears fall. You reassured him you understood as he held you tightly.

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