#remus lupin x Sirius Black

[my-castles-crumbling]

pull - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 333

They’d been officially together for fifteen hours and twenty-one minutes.

Not that Remus was counting. 

But every moment had been like something out of one of thirteen-year-old Remus’s wildest dreams. He’d long since given up on the possibility of it happening, but now that it was…forget Alohomora or Wingardium Leviosa. This was magic.

This, skiving off class and snogging on Sirius’s bed, giggling into each other’s mouths, his entire body shaky with a feeling of euphoria so overwhelming he thought he might cry. 

He made sure to take his time. To kiss Sirius like he was worth something, like he was fragile. Because he was so worried that if he didn’t, the other boy would pull back and announce that this had all been a mistake. That he actually did fancy McKinnon, and he wasn’t queer at all.

So when he got caught up in it–the feeling of Sirius’s weight on top of him, the scent of hair potion and the forest surrounding him, the icy-hot trail of Sirius’s fingers on his clothed back, the noises of their lips moving together–and he moved his hands upward, lacing them into long, dark strands and pulling the slightest bit, he immediately fell back. He heard the noise Sirius made and removed his mouth from Sirius’s own, dropping his head to the pillow, eyes wide and apologetic. 

“Fuck. Sirius, I-I’m sorry. Got c-carried away,” he murmured, heart beating erratically in his chest, a cold feeling flooding his veins. He’d already done it. He’d messed up. He’d asked for too much.

But Sirius, whose pupils were wide and eyes hazy, grabbed Remus’s hand, which had dropped to the bed, and directed it back to his head. “Do it again,” he mumbled, biting at his lip as he spoke.

Something hot burst to flame in Remus’s stomach. Obediently, he followed Sirius’s instructions, and watched as the other boy’s eyes rolled back into his head, a little noise escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” they both whispered at the same time.

[uhhlifeig]

Pole - March 28 - word count: 273 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“I’m telling you, he doesn’t like me,” Remus said frustratedly, throwing his hands up. “He flirts with everyone, Lils.”

“Yeah, right, and I’m a brunette,” Lily scoffed, stuffing her hands in her pockets. She started walking faster, getting ahead of him and his absurdly long legs.

Remus easily caught up to her, matching her speed with longer strides. “No, but really, Lils, he flirts with everyone. He was flirting with James and Pete just yesterday, I swear.”

“And?” Lily raised an eyebrow. “He looks at you differently than anyone else. It’s like you’re… precious or something.”

Remus snorted. “So? He’s just like that, Lils, I’m telling you.”

She rolled her eyes, speeding up again to the point where she was almost jogging. “Just like that my arse. Look over there and you’ll have proof. Be subtle, though,” she added.

Remus discreetly looked over to where James and Sirius were joking around nearby. It seemed normal.

“What-” he began.

Lily shushed him. “Wait,” she muttered.

So he waited.

And then, after a little while, it seemed as if Sirius’s eyes had snagged on him, and they barely looked away, even to blink.

Remus now knew what Lily was talking about.

Sirius looked at him like he was his world.

Then James beckoned his best friend over, and Sirius, not watching where he was going, walked straight into a pole.

Lily and Remus stared openmouthed at the scene. 

Sirius Black had just walked into an object. The very same Sirius Black that walked with nothing but elegance and grace when he was in public.

Fuck, Remus thought. Maybe he really did like him after all.

[remuslupinslastbreathofair]

Sirius: You’re an idiot

Remus: You’re a fucking idiot

Sirius: Well, you’re fucking an idiot

Remus: I am an idiot

[sothisart]

Always tangled in each other, no sense of personal space

I’ve got so much work lately plus struggling with what I want from my drawings. I keep drawing but nothing seems to satisfy me these days. Maybe a bit except for this one, but how can I hate on my favorite colors and them being so blissful

[faeyells]

Would y’all read a short sparsely updated fic where Remus is a time traveler from modern times who keeps running into immortal Sirius?

Cause I wrote the first interaction and I like it :)

It would be a series of interactions, only when they are near each other, the other stuff would be hinted at (unless you guys want something else) and it would be over a span of years.

So, Sirius is Gaul originally and ages really slowly, like some ancient, royal vampire thing idk, I came up with this like half an hour ago and wrote it almost immediately, and Remus is just an 11yo kid from 2017 who found a cool thing on his dads desk and thought it was a fidget spinner (he gets less modernised later).

(Also remus is disabled and has to deal with what that means in medieval times)

(This is an indulgence of me wanting to put them in different situations)

Yeah.

I will be making promotion post so ignore me for a while

[traumatizedforthebit]

Snowbaz shippers & Wolfstar Shippers bouncing fanart between them trying to figure out which ship it is

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

I think I hate people because on my fic about Sirius struggling with societal norms and wanting to dress feminine but not wanting to be perceived as weird I explicitly stated TWICE that he wasn’t trans (in that fic) and somebody STILL commented about how it was a great female Sirius fic??? I’m so sorry are we illiterate? Are we dumb? What happened? I literally told you he’s a cis guy. He made a big deal out of it. It’s a fic about how society puts people into boxes based on appearance and he didn’t want people to do that. Where do I go wrong? Did they just not read part of the fic? Did they just close their eyes? It was literally tagged as “boys in skirts” what do you mean female Sirius???

[talesofmoony]

ice bath - @wolfstarmicrofic - wc: 566 - nsfw

Sirius released a long, ragged moan, unable to contain the sounds to his tightened chest any longer. He couldn’t help it when Remus decided it was proper to suck and bite at his neck like that. 

“Fuck, Moony. Please,” he cried out, tears of pure desperation threatening to leak out the corner of his steely grey eyes. 

On his stomach, Sirius grasped at the white linen bed sheets, sheets that were surely ruined by now after the hours that both him and Remus had spent tumbling around on them. Sirius was on his…third round? He’d lost count the second that Remus’ hand grazed his cock the second time, his mind spinning into unyielding ecstasy. 

The room was hot, boiling, their hot breath filling the small apartment bedroom easily, especially due to the lack of air conditioning in their unit. Sirius could feel the beads of sweat rolling down his back as Remus pressed his face further into the pillow, a large hand gripping the area above atop his spine. 

Remus let out a chuckle, a smirk evident in his tone. “That’s my good boy. Look at you, so desperate you’re near tears.” 

Despite the hot air circulating around them, Sirius could only feel Remus’ cold grip on his inner thighs as they pulled him down the bed, situating him right on the edge. Remus’ touch was like an ice bath. The man always ran cold, constantly pulling at their shared duvet as they slept, as though he might develop hypothermia if he couldn’t get warm. 

Sirius, who ran uncommonly warm, couldn’t find it in himself to complain about Remus’ cold touch at the current moment, too wrapped up in the shiver of pleasure it sent through his entire body. His legs shook in anticipation, wordlessly begging his husband to fucking touch him already. 

A needy whine slipped past Sirius’ pink-bitten lips as he turned his head to look over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with the man who was currently obtaining too much pleasure from making Sirius suffer. 

Remus’ free hand came up to grasp Sirius’ hair, which was currently pulled back into a loose bun at the back of his head. Remus wrapped his hand around his lover’s knotted hair, dug his nails through it to the base of his scalp, and gave it one harsh tug. 

“What do we say when we want something, baby?” Remus whispered into Sirius's ear, teeth nibbling carefully at his earlobe. 

Sirius’ back arched, almost painfully so, as he let out a desperate mix between a groan of pain and a moan of intense pleasure. “Please, Moony. I’ll be good for you, so good. Please. Please,” Sirius babbled, becoming increasingly incoherent in his search for what he desperately needed. 

Remus chuckled darkly, pushing Sirius back down into the pillows so his ass was raised high in the air. He ran his hands along the tattoo that littered Sirius’ spine, the phases of the moon, surrounded by constellations that represented those closest to him. The tattoo was outlined by dark red and pink scratch marks, left courtesy of Remus earlier this morning. 

Pulling Sirius up against his chest, cock swelled against his ass, Remus started a trail of kisses down Sirius’ neck. He bit down on the soft junction between Sirius' shoulder and neck and eliciting a yelp from the other man. 

“That's a good boy, I've got you.”

the urge to turn this into a full fledged fic is real, and very much there, lol. we'll see if i actually do it.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

They're the sillies

Remus “he’s too beautiful for me and way out of my league”

And

Sirius “NO I SWEAR IM NOT CRAZY HE IS THE MOST GORGEOUS GUY EVER”

[loonylupin2]

The eyes of the Moon and the Star

[my-castles-crumbling]

scarlet - march 28 - wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 311

“I just don’t!” Sirius insisted, shrugging and looking to his friends. “I’m not saying it like I’m better than anyone! It’s just a fact!”

Remus and Peter rolled their eyes, but James was the one to actually say something. “You’re saying you don’t blush? Not at all?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I mean, I get flushed when I drink or eat something spicy. But I don’t blush or get embarrassed,” Sirius said casually, grinning. “Maybe I just have no shame.”

“While I completely believe you have no shame…” James smirked, “I’ve definitely seen you blush before.”

“I have not!”

“I bet I can make you blush in the next two minutes,” he challenged, narrowing his eyes.

Sirius raised his head. “You’re on!”

James stood from his spot on the floor, but rather than approach Sirius like everyone expected, he walked over to Remus and whispered something in his ear.

“What?!?” Remus whisper-shouted, nearly falling from his bed as he recoiled. “Prongs, that won’t-”

“Trust me,” James said beseechingly. “If it doesn’t work, I…won’t ask you to do my homework for a whole week.”

Remus frowned. “A month,” he countered.

James nodded eagerly. 

So then, Remus stood, walking over to Sirius with a nervous, slightly-apologetic look on his face. “Erm, Pads…” he said, voice shaking a bit. “You’ve got something right…” and he leaned forward, face only inches from Sirius’s, and used his thumb to slowly swipe at Sirius’s pale skin, staring into his eyes the entire time.

The effect was immediate. Sirius turned scarlet and began blinking rapidly, his breath coming in little puffs. When Remus pulled back, James and Peter burst out laughing.

“‘Doesn’t blush’ my arse,” Peter chuckled, wiping at the tears running down his face.

But Remus wasn’t laughing. He was too busy staring with wonder at Sirius’s bright-red complexion. Had he really blushed because of him?

[uhhlifeig]

Pull - March 27 - word count: 313 - @wolfstarmicrofic

There was a sort of… gravitational pull around Sirius, Remus presumed.

Similarly to how stars would attract smaller celestial bodies, Sirius was able to grab everyone’s attention and hold it, make them stare right at him.

His name was quite fitting.

On the other hand, the moon could only reflect light. 

It had no glow of its own, no inner warmth. It was only a hunk of rock, a remnant from when Earth had been crashed into by another.

It was too small to have gravity that was even comparable to a stars’, too small to have an atmosphere- too insignificant to be anything, really.

His name was apt, as well.

Remus felt as if he were a speck of dust orbiting around a greater force, getting sucked in closer and closer until he winked out, falling irretrievably into a chasm of nonexistence.

The moon who fell for a star; a story of tragedy and loss, forever told to the younger generations.

They were doomed to fail, for Sirius’s overwhelming brightness to blind him.

That was alright with Remus. 

He just wanted to savor the time they had left, the little while before Sirius would consume him whole, body and soul, and then leave him for another.

It was inevitable; the slow-motion plunge into freezing water, the hands that would pull him under, the lack of fight that he would show.

He had accepted it long ago, in third year- he would never be good enough.

For now, he supposed that it was good, great, even, but there would be a day where Remus would no longer suffice for the boy named after the brightest star.

The sand in his hourglass was slowly trickling out of the miniscule cracks.

He sighed, turning over in bed and soaking in his boyfriend’s warmth.

He would be alone soon; he knew it in his creaking bones.

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

[logolepsy-babble]

Lily: I want to confess something.

James: Go ahead!

Lily: I fancy girls.

Peter: Me too!

Lily: And… I fancy Mary…

Remus: I’m happy for you. I want you to know you are accepted. I like men.

Sirius: Wait what?

James: Are we all coming out? I’m bi, I fancy Regulus.

Sirius: Ex-fucking-scuse me?

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

DESPERATELY need to see your take on poly wolfstar smut. sorry if thats too broad but youre an amazing writer and i just need to see you bring it to life.

had me at poly wolfstar 🫡

LOCKJAW | poly!wolfstar

feat. poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: MDNI 18+, no plot just smut. oral, piv, dirty talk, cursing, softdom!Remus, switch!Sirius

AN: bc I can't get the damn tiktok audio out of my head

masterlist

Sirius was draped face down across your lap, nuzzling into the crease of your hip while his hands kneaded your thighs.

“Sirius, quit squirming,” you huffed, lifting your book to glare down at him.

“Can't get comfy,” he mumbled, lifting the hem of your shirt to bury his nose into your skin, the tip of it like an ice cube.

“Sirius! Merlin, you're a handful,” you rolled your eyes and looked towards Remus for assistance. He was stretched on the other end of the bed, watching the two of you over his own book. Sirius’ feet were in his lap, tucked between his thighs for warmth.

Remus tsked under his breath, pinching Sirius’ calf and earning an annoyed grunt. “Leave her alone, Pads. She has an exam tomorrow.”

“But I love heeeerrrr,” Sirius whined, clutching you tighter. “Smells s’good,” he hummed.

Remus shook his head, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, dove. I tried.”

Sirius had been a needy, pouting wretch all day. You woke up with his morning wood digging into your stomach, his hips twitching in his sleep as soft, mumbled moans dripped like honey from his lips. Any other morning, you would have taken full advantage of your drowsy, wanton boyfriend, but when you checked Rem’s watch on the side table, you realized the three of you were about to late to Charms…again.

And later in class, Sirius seemed incapable of focusing, every spare scrap of attention he had devoted to you or Remus, or both of you. Studying your hands as you wrote, groping beneath your robes to squeeze your flesh, nuzzling into your necks, whining pitifully in your ears. He even pulled you into his lap during Potions, his boner pressed against your uncovered heat for a dizzying, thrilling moment, before Slughorn kicked him out for being a nuisance.

At dinner, Sirius was practically eating out of your hands, desperate for even a little contact, an ounce of physical touch. By then, you and Remus had put together what was ailing your poor boy and started to play along, keying him up even further only to deny him the smallest satisfaction.

You fed Sirius grapes, bits of bread and cheese, but wouldn't let his lips touch your fingers. Remus rested a hand on Sirius’ lower thigh, tracing the bones of his knee through the hole in his jeans, but didn't dare twitch a finger higher, no matter how much Sirius whined and squirmed. You'd even given Remus a full kiss when you'd returned to the common room, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth the way you knew Sirius liked, but only gave Sirius a chaste peck, leaving him dumbstruck at the bottom of the stairs.

If you didn't relieve him soon, you feared he might combust.

You glanced up at Remus again, and he caught your eye. “Ready?” You mouthed, and Remus nodded with a sly smirk.

With deft fingers, Remus started massaging Sirius' feet and calves, increasing the pressure until Sirius was moaning against your skin, going languid in your lap with a pleased hum.

“That feel good, baby?” You cooed, running your fingers through Sirius hair. “Rem is so good with his hands, isn't he?”

Sirius nodded, his hips twitching into the mattress as Remus worked higher, pushing his thumbs up the back of Sirius' thighs in a straight line

“So tense, pet,” Remus hummed.

“Because you cunts have been torturing me all day,” he huffed, but it was toothless, softened by the breathless edge of his voice.

“Torturing you? I would never do such a thing,” you pouted, feigning indignation.

Sirius nipped at your hip before laving his tongue over the sting. “I know you felt me this morning,” he chastised, pulling down the waistband of your skirt to kiss along your hips.

“Yeah, I felt we were all going to get detention for being late to Charms,” you said, trying to ignore the blooming heat between your legs from his touch.

“Would've been worth it,” he grumbled.

“You’re right, maybe you wouldn't have been such a needy brat all day.” Remus tickled the bottom of Sirius foot and he yelped, flipping over onto his back to try and bat Remus away, but you held down his shoulders, keeping his upper body in your lap.

“You can't let him get away with—oh fuck,” Sirius' complaint was interrupted by Remus gliding his fingers between Sirius’ thighs, caressing over the thick ridge in his pajamas bottoms.

“You want me to stop him?” You asked, batting your lashes, and Sirius shook his head side to side vigorously, his hair falling across his face.

“Don't you dare stop,” he whined, canting his hips into Remus' palm.

“Poor thing,” Remus cooed, trailing his finger through the puddle of precum bleeding through the fabric of Sirius' pants. “Been suffering all day at the hands of our beautiful girl.”

You scoffed, unable to stop the grin rising on your lips. “Me? You were the one that wore that slutty little sweater vest.”

“It was temperate today! You were the one that conveniently forgot underwear this morning,” Remus shot back, winking at you.

“You what?” Sirius squawked, jolting upright to glare at you. “And you didn't tell me?!”

You shrugged, toying with the hem of your skirt. “Didn't think it was relevant.”

Sirius gaped at you and Remus snickered. “That is the meanest thing you've ever said to me,” Sirius said, clutching his heart. “Like you don't even know me.”

Remus shifted to lay between Sirius' legs, licking a stripe up his cock over his pants, distracting him from his tirade. Sirius collapsed back onto the bed with a moan, and you slipped off the edge of it before he trapped you beneath him again.

“Oh, we know you well enough, Pads,” Remus chuckled, mouthing at the head of his cock. “Don't we, dove?”

You nodded, stroking Sirius’ hair out of his face while Remus toyed with him. His eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, fisting the quilt beneath him.

“Rem, don't tease me,” he whined, the muscles along his abdomen tight with the strain of keeping still.

“But you like it,” Remus said matter-of-factly. “That's why you kept up with whiny puppy-dog thing instead of just asking.”

Sirius huffed, looking at you for help, his green eyes pleading.

“We love you, Sirius,” you said, bending down to kiss his forehead. “And if you need something, just ask, yeah?”

“We're here to make you happy,” Remus added, dragging down his waistband of Sirius' pants to kiss along his hip bones.

“Just need you two,” Sirius panted, reaching for you while Remus licked up the smear of precum along his pelvis. “Please, baby.”

You unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor, showing Sirius the drooling, sticky mess between your legs that his desperation inspired, and he groaned, his pupils dilating instantly.

Remus chuckled. “Look how hard that made him, darling. Making a mess of himself,” he teased, though his eyes were locked between your legs too while his tongue traced over the root of Sirius. Another flush of arousal made you pussy throb, and Sirius practically whimpered.

“If you don't bring that sweet pussy over here now,” Sirius warned, grabbing you by the hip to tug you closer.

As soon as you kneeled back onto the bed, he yanked you over his face, throwing one leg on either side of his head so you were facing Remus, who had paused his own work to watch you through heavy lashes.

Sirius immediately laved his tongue through your soaked slit, a deep rumble of satisfaction reverberating from his chest when you cried out, bucking against his tongue.

“This what you wanted, pet?” Remus said, spitting on Sirius' cock and stroking it with his fist. “To be smothered by us?”

You felt Sirius nod, his tongue fucking into your sloppy channel with ruthless, hungry precision, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open. Syrupy thick pleasure pulsed through you, making your toes curl and your head fall back while he drank from you, fiendish as a vampire.

“Take your blouse off, pretty girl. Let me see you,” Remus instructed, using his thumb to massage under the head of Sirius' cock, making him whine and twitch beneath you.

You obliged, fingers clumsy as your arousal deepened. You tossed your blouse off the bed, followed quickly by your bra, and Sirius’ hands immediately shot up to grope and paw at your chest.

Delicious, spiralling heat surged through you when he tweaked your nipples, his tongue moving to circle your clit, his nose pressed against your entrance. Sirius was a master with his mouth, and his eagerness only made him more merciless in the hunt for your release.

You leaned forward, resting on your forearms on either side of Sirius' hips, and licked a stripe up his cock, tasting the heady combination of Sirius and Remus' drool.

Sirius cried out, his hips bucking up at the unexpected contact, and you giggled, repeating the motion.

“I c-can't take both of you—” his protest fractured when Remus licked along his base, your mouth suckling the head, and his cock gave a hard lurch as more blood rushed south. “Fucking saints, so good.” He dove back into your pussy, sucking your clit between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue, payback for your dirty tricks.

You cried out, spine arching as he devoured you and you felt your peak start to build, a steady stacking of pleasure that grew more precarious, more overwhelming, by the second.

“You're perfect,” Remus hummed in appreciation, lifting from Sirius’ cock to give you a messy kiss, his tongue tracing your lips before licking into your mouth, making you loose your breath.

After a few moments, and a whine in protest from Sirius, Remus broke the kiss and turned his attention back to your needy boyfriend, finally taking all of him into his mouth with a smooth, practiced swallow.

“Merlin, Moony, fuck,” Sirius grunted. “So tight.”

You combed your fingers through Remus' hair as he sucked Sirius, earning a sweet hum from your sandy haired love.

“You're perfect too, Remy,” you cooed, trying to distract yourself from your mounting orgasm. “My beautiful boy.” You kissed along his jaw, feeling the tension and tremble as he worked Sirius deeper into his throat. You saw his hips twitch, his hands fisting the sheets. “Finish him off and then you can fuck me just how you like. How's that sound?” You purred in his ear and he groaned, creating a domino effect of moans as the vibrations worked through each of you.

You felt two fingers prod at your entrance and you keened, feeling Sirius sink to the knuckle and scissor your open with his long fingers.

“Shit, Siri,” you whined, rocking back into his hand while his tongue lashed your swelling bud.

“Want you to come all over my face, darling. Taste so good, need—fuck—need it so bad,” he mumbled against your sex, lapping at the creamy mess his fingers coaxed from you.

You rested your head on Sirius’ hip, watching Remus gag on his length through a rosy haze, the combined stimulus making your mind you fuzzy, your heart pound. It was too much, an onslaught of erotic sensation, and your body was pulling apart at the seams, nerves fracturing under the strain—

You came with a scream, trying to muffle the sound into Sirius’ skin as you shattered, a gush of moisture surging from you at the intensity. You were rendered matterless, a floating speck of dust, drifting on the current of the stars.

Sirius grunted beneath you, his muscles tensing in a wave, and he bucked hard into Remus' throat, the root of his cock pulsing as he came a heartbeat after you.

Remus took it all in stride, milking Sirius with his mouth while petting your hair as you came down, tethering you both to the earth.

When you were finished, you slumped sideways onto the bed, panting and slightly shaky from the intensity of it all. Sirius rested his cheek on your thigh, breathing labored and eyes closed, his face shining with your slick.

Remus pulled off of him with a pop. “Worth the wait, Pads?” Remus asked, kissing along Sirius’ thighs.

Sirius shook his head. “We could have done that at least three times since this morning, but noooo—”

You swatted his stomach and he chuckled, nipping at the tender skin of your inner thigh. You glanced up at Remus, who was watching the two of you with so much affection it made your heart twist.

“Come here, baby,” you murmured, and Remus leaned over, capturing your lips in an airy, open-mouthed kiss that stoked the dwindling fire in your belly. You could taste Sirius on his tongue and it made your head swim, your thighs clench.

“Think our girl is ready for more, Moony,” Sirius said, untangling himself from the two of you and stepping off the bed to retrieve something.

“Is she?” Remus asked, flipping himself around and bundling you into his arms, raining kisses over your face, neck, chest and making you giggle. “What say you, my love?”

“Please, Rem?” You whined, grabbing at his cock nestled between your bodies, already rock solid and hot to the touch.

“Oh, suddenly she's polite,” Sirius scoffed, swatting your ass as he climbed back into bed.

Remus chuckled, kissing you one more time before passing you into Sirius’ arms. You snuggled into Sirius’ chest, kissing along his tattoos, loving your two boyfriends so much you could hardly breathe around the fullness in your chest.

“Hi, dolly,” Sirius hummed, drawing you up by the chin for featherlight kiss. “Ready to get fucked out of you mind?”

At the same moment, Remus lifted your hips until you rested on your knees. Face down on Sirius chest, ass up. Sirius adjusted his legs so your feet were pinned beneath them, and Remus grabbed your wrists to fasten them with Sirius’ tie behind your back, seamless in the only the way the two of them could be. Like they shared the same, filthy mind.

It made your cunt clench around nothing, your knees weak beneath you, desire pumping thick and sludgy through your blood.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, squirming in their hold until you felt the head of Remus' cock tap against your still-sensitive clit.

“Shh, there's our sweet girl. Rem’s gonna get his now, okay? Can you do that for him? Take it like a good little slut?” Sirius asked, petting your hair and smoothing a hand over one of your trembling legs.

You nodded, burrowing into Sirius' neck to ground you. “I'll be good,” you answered, and both boys cooed in approval.

Remus brushed his lips along your spine, still teasing your clit with his cock. “You always are, precious,” he murmured, straightening. “Just try not to wake the entire castle.”

In one, brutal thrust, Remus slammed into you, his hips slapping against your ass with a definitive smack. You cried out, the sound barely muffled by Sirius’ skin, as pleasure streaked beneath your skin, frying the last functioning neurons in your brain. The maelstrom of feeling only increased as he fucked into you, ruthless and rutting.

“Fuck, Moony. Look at our girl, takin’ it so well. Aren't you, darling?” Sirius caressed your cheek, dropping a kiss into your hair.

“Yes—mmph—fuck, so big,” you mewled, fingers tensing around the tie securing your wrists, your whole body desperate to move and release some of the compounding energy that was drowning you alive.

“So fucking tight, Pads. Squeezin’ the hell out of me,” Remus grunted, his grip almost painfully tight on your hips. But you barely registered it, completely awash in the seizing, spiraling ecstasy taking over your body, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“You wanna come around our boy? Let him stuff that greedy little pussy full?” Sirius reached beneath you, his middle finger finding your clit like it was magnetized to it. “Absolutely dripping wet for us. Fuck me,” he praised, removing his hand to steal a taste before returning to massage quick, tight circles around the puffy bud.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted, fucking back into Remus as you chased your high, feeling him hit every angle, every inch of your stretched out cunt.

“Go on, dove. Come for us,” Remus gruffed, reaching forward to fist your hair and pull your head up, your cries of ecstasy ripping through the air.

Sirius grinned, kissing the tears as they rolled down your cheeks. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, his free hand wrapping around your throat. “Let go, love.”

And you did, your orgasm slamming into you like a branch of the Whomping Willow, knocking your soul out of your body and into the stars. You were nothing, everything, a mindless tangle of flesh and blood and feeling, the only tether you had was your boys hands on your body, Remus’ cock swelling and the scalding heat as he painted your insides.

You collapsed onto Sirius, breathless, boneless, so sensitive that even the brush of his hair was agony, the thump of his heart like a roaring train.

“Sh, sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You did so well, all done now, dolly. You were such a good girl for us,” Sirius shushed, his voice growing clearer as the fog lifted. You were crying, trembling in his arms as the pleasure worked itself out of your system. “She's alright, Rem,” you heard him say, and that was enough to bring you fully back to the present.

You turned to look at Remus, who was watching you with a worried crinkle in his brow, slumped against the pillows at the other end of the bed, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his scarred chest.

You wiggled out of Sirius' hold and threw yourself onto Remus, kissing him with a much strength as you could muster until you felt him smile.

“Didn't mean to be so rough with you,” he murmured, skimming your jaw with his thumb. “M’sorry.”

You shook your head, silencing him with another kiss. “I love you. That was amazing. You're amazing. If I wasn't 90% gelatin I'd tell you to do it again “

The boys chuckled, Sirius climbing up to lay beside you both. You settled into your usual sandwich, Remus wrapped around your back while you nuzzled into Sirius' front, his arms draped over the both of you, and your legs all tangled together.

“I need to shower,” you grumbled, feeling Remus' release trickle onto your thigh.

“No, you need a cuddle,” Sirius retorted, already sounding half asleep.

“I could get us into the Prefect bathroom,” Remus suggested, and Sirius snapped awake.

“Why didn't you say that sooner!” He cried, shoving you both towards the edge of the bed. “Let's go, you lazy asses!”

You and Remus groaned, but let Sirius drag you up and wrap you into your robes.

Looks like you'd be sleeping in tomorrow, too.

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[propussyslayer]

sirius: so what do you do for a living

remus: i hunt and kill zombies

sirius: the fuck no you don't

remus: have you ever seen one?

sirius: no?

remus: then you are fucking welcome