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iâm just obsessed with the idea of poly!wolfstar having sex for the first time except remus and reader have been together for longer time so itâs a lot of remus telling sirius what she likes fbsibxkakx
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poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ⥠714 words
âSweetheart,â Remusâ voice is gentle, oh so gentle, as Sirius fucks into you, âyouâve got to tell him what you want.âÂ
You look up at your boyfriend with wet eyes, fucked out and frustrated from chasing after the orgasm that keeps slipping away from you. You want Sirius to just know what you want, the way Remus does, even if you know itâs not fair to expect that of him. It feels mean to give Sirius directions. Like youâre saying heâs not good enough.Â
Remus doesnât have the same reservations. When you donât speak up, he turns to Sirius and tells him plainly, âShe likes it harder than that.âÂ
At the foot of the bed, Siriusâ eyebrows go up. âYeah?â He looks at you. And thereâs nothing unkind about his stare, but you still shy a bit under the weight of it. âSorry, gorgeous, I didnât want to hurt you. Tell me if this is better.âÂ
The next time he pulls out, Sirius slams back into you with so much force youâre sure his cock has gotten lodged somewhere in your stomach. You arch, a choked-off cry leaving your lips.Â
Sirius huffs a laugh. âSuppose thatâs my answer.âÂ
âThatâs it, yeah.â Remus brushes the hair from your face, his touch comforting as you reach around blindly for his cock, desperate to give something back. Youâd started out asking to go down on him, but Remus hadnât thought it was a good idea to have your mouth around him while you and Sirius were only learning your way around each other for the first time. So instead, youâre lying on his lap with your legs spread for Sirius. The way youâre feeling now, you think Remus made the right call.Â
âDonât be afraid to get a bit rough with her,â he says. âShe likes it.âÂ
Sirius grins at that. âOh, yeah?â His grip tightens on your hips, squeezing meanly. âIs that true, pretty girl? You into that?âÂ
You think maybe all language has been jostled out of your head. You can only whine as Remus catches your hand before you can tug down the elastic waistband of his boxers, his thumb stroking over your knuckles despite the bulge you can see right beside you.Â
Your body answers Siriusâ question for you, anyway. His fingers tighten even more, blunt nails biting into your skin as he hisses, âFuck, baby.âÂ
Remus chuckles and kisses your white knuckles.Â
âFuck, Remus, can youâahâcan you get her leg for me? I want toââÂ
Thankfully for you both, Remus knows what Sirius means before he has to fumble his way through getting it all out. Remus reaches sideways, grasping the underside of your knee and pulling it up by your chest. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â Sirius pants, and then heâs fucking you even deeper than before, harder too, the dull, satisfying pain intensifying until your vision blurs. You twist your fingers in the hem of Remusâ boxers and hold on for dear life. âThatâs perfect. Youâre so perfect, pretty girl, does he tell you that enough? Fuck, Rem, we shouldâwe should put a mirror on the ceiling so she can see how she looks like this.âÂ
âMaybe we should,â Remus hums. He smiles down at you, and the last bit of sense in your brain dissolves like sugar into tea. âYouâre doing so well, love. Youâre being so good for us.âÂ
When you look back on it later, you wonât be entirely sure which of you heâs talking to, but that doesnât stop you from going warm all over in the moment. Siriusâ fucking gets more frenzied as you get worked up, until youâre trying to get Remus out of his boxers again, feeling frantic with the certainty that the climax youâd just been chasing is now chasing you.Â
âI canâI want toââ You try, distressed when he again catches your wrist in a firm grip. ââwant to help youââÂ
âShh, I know, sweetheart.â Remus strokes the inside of your knee. âLetâs get a couple out of you first, and then once you get used to Sirius, we can try. Yeah?â He looks at Sirius. âThink you can manage?âÂ
Sirius scoffs. He hikes your other leg up higher. âDonât patronize me. I had a bit of a learning curve, but Iâve got her now.â
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remus lupin x fem!reader x sirius black ( aka poly!wolfstar x reader )
a joke from sirius has you playing tennis with no panties on, though nobody's laughing when you end up fucked dumb in both holes at the end of your game ( 4.1 k ) ( mdni 18+ )
a/n: embarassingly this is my longest fic and also the one that took me the least amount of time to write...oopsies! also this had no intention in being so challengers coded but thats just the way the cookie crumbles đ€·đ»ââïž im having major writers block with all my st stuff so heres a little woflstar breather for all my marauders followers !!! ( divider by @cafekitsune )
tags: very very very brief moment of eviil walburga black mention, the black family are rich and evil, yes wolfstar and r broke into the black estate and destroyed every single room no we will not be talking about it, modern!au, prankster sirius black though thats just normal sirius black, flashing? panty stealing and panty fucking, everyone is sweaty, slightly voyuerism, oral (m receiving), object fucking-ish (tennis racket), fingering, anal, double penetration, unprotected sex, pup nickname, sirius is a massive slut, minor blood mention??
Siriusâ old house is disgustingly huge, all high arched doorways, sleek matte trims, guest bedrooms the size of your current apartment. Youâve seen it in the winter, cold and desolate with traces of the abuse Sirius endured at the hands of his mother. Her oil portrait that would cost you a fortune to repair and the Black family a mere graze off their bank account sits crooked in the hallway youâve broken into, crude doodlings splattered over strokes of Walburga Blackâs pinched face, courtesy of a wide-tipped sharpie pen dug out from Orion Blackâs pristine office.
In the summer, when the whole Black family has retreated to the South of France and the house lays empty, it almost looksâŠhome-like. The sunlight streaming into the windows and the Siriusâ messes of rage, anguish, mirth and pleasure littering the rooms give it a more lived-in quality, despite the estate's age of almost 300 years. Now, with its only inhabitants being the three of you, it reads more like a lavish house listing on a real estate website than a building featured on a news article that makes the Blackâs sound more important than they already are.Â
Sirius tells you that the tennis courts are a new addition, though, a couple metres away from the stables where he had his first kiss with a stablehand. Heâs sprawled out on a lounge chair, looking far more comfortable in the torn apart Black estate than he ever had been in his 18 years of hell. Red athletic shorts he pulled from his old bedroom sit low on his hips and a pair of black sunglasses push his raven-black hair back. The box of his old school trunk lays open as Sirius plucks items out one by one, tossing the things he has no desire for over his shoulder and the ones heâs keeping at the foot of the chair.Â
Youâre not all for breaking and entering, robbing, trespassing on private property, whatever stamp on your record Regulus hissed through a phone call when he realised Sirius had used his keys for a little more than âI just need to get the last of my shit, Reg. And then Iâll never go back,â but this certainly feels worth it.
Remus returns from the main home pushing a beverage cart that looks comically small shadowed by his height. Heâs in a similar outfit predicament to Sirius: thin, sweat-proof shorts and a bare chest sheening with the whitish tinge of sun cream. He holds a plastic cup (leftover crockery from the small party Sirius had thrown two nights before) filled half-way with his choice of drink in between his teeth, nodding his head to the sounds of The Doors playing through a bluetooth speaker on the top half, the sound sending a buzz through the expensive glassware.Â
You lean against the tennis netting, tight enough to support your weight, as you let your sweaty hair fall out of your ponytail and down to swing in and out of your vision. It kisses your cheek as you call out to Remus. âWhatâcha got for me, Moons?â you ask, squinting to block out the sweltering sun.
He chucks you a can of something icy cold to press to your burning neck and then something similar to Sirius who misses completely, letting out a shout as the beer clatters to the ground, the spray of liquid splashing over the lean muscle of his body. âMoony!â he cries out, voice half-drowned out by your laugh as he jumps out of his seat, promptly kicking away the can farther down the large court with the toe of his flip flops. It spins out before coming to a stop, spray calming down as cider flows weakly from the lip.
You crack open your own beverage slowly, taking a long sip and turning to Sirius with your best thatâs what you get! look. He gives an affronted harrumph, sulking further into his seat as Remus comes around to hand him another. He bends forward to press a light kiss to Siriusâ temple and then scrape the skin of his face teasingly with his teeth.
The sun beats down on you and you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other in your denim minishorts. They sit low waisted and kiss the top of your thighs, but theyâre thick and itchy, and you can feel the beginnings of a chafe begin to form. You hadnât thought about proper lounging around gear like Sirius and Remus had, and youâre reaping the consequences in your outfit fairly inappropriate for a tennis game.
Remus tosses you a tennis racket, and then digs deep into his shorts pocket to search for a second item. A ball of something blue soars through the air and then into your free hand. You hold the racket in between your legs to unravel the crumpled up thing slowly, realising that this is supposed to be the athletic gear you had requested: a thin tennis skirt shorter than your forearm that could easily be considered modest for a young child, but worthy of a public indecency fine on your figure. âRemus, what the fuck is this?â
Sirius lets out a low whistle and a wolfish laugh as he plucks the fabric from your hands, pulling the waistband as far as he can in between lithe fingers. âItâs a little modest, donât you think?â he asks Remus sarcastically, thick eyebrows raised, âTheyâve even got little built in panties!â
Remus blinks at your incredulous expression. âYou said you wanted something lightweight to move around in.â he shrugs. Itâs not in Remusâ nature to play dumb, but when he does he really really goes for it. You grab the scrap of fabric from Siriusâ big hands to further inspect it. Youâre not really in the mood to journey back up the hill and into the estate to find better clothing, and itâs not like a public court where half of your ass can be seen by the general public. Remus and Sirius have seen you in no clothing at all, anyways.
âWhereâd you even get that thing anyways?â Sirius asks.
Remus deadpans. âYour mothers wardrobe.â
âVery funny,â Sirius jeers before pausing, âWait, seriously?â
You leave the quarreling boys on the courts to pull open the doors of the on-court changing rooms, relishing in the cool air that dries your sweaty skin as you kick off your shorts and underwear. A whole estate with a private court and changing rooms is your fucking dream, and you feel a small tinge of envy for the Black family. But youâve met Siriusâ mother (against your wishes and his) and youâve heard enough stories to know that most of them border on evil. If money really does buy happiness, the Black family would have to become sextillionaires to pull the sticks out of their asses.
You pull the small curtain around you to step into the smaller changing areas, thumbing distracted circles at the razor burn on the top of your thigh. The door of the room hits the concrete wall as one of your two boyfriends strolls in. From the Led Zeppelin whistle cutting through the air, you can already tell itâs Sirius.
âLetâs get a move on, darling,â he calls out, flicking on the tap to probably wash off the sticky cider on his bare chest, âDonât want to keep Coach Black waiting.â
âYouâve never even played tennis.â you scoff.
âIs something Iâll be saying to you when I see your first serve,â Sirius drawls, effectively poking at your competitive side to coax you back on to the courts. You hear the door creak open as he tells you, âAnd I want to see that skirt that Moony picked out for you. See if itâs suitable to wear at the home chapel when I have to repent for what Iâm going to do to you and Moons in the dining hall later,â and then it shuts and youâre left with your own racing thoughts.
All you can do is roll your eyes, clench your thighs together at the last comment and step into the skirt. You blink down. Thereâs a clear circle where you can see the clean tiled floor with none of the built-in panties Sirius had boasted about.Â
You pull them up, grateful for the stretchy waistband, and give yourself an experimental twirl in the mirror. At your full height, the hemline barely grazes the three-quarters of your ass, and when you bend at the waist, your whole cunt will be on display, already slightly glistening with slick as you crane your neck to get a good look.Â
As expected, when you step out of your mini-fashion show youâre met with an empty wooden bench, your panties and shorts missing and 100% being twirled around Siriusâ index finger as a sick show of victory to Remus.
You donât even bother to pretend like you have any modesty as you step back out, ignoring the way that Sirius wolf whistles and how his lounge chair has been dragged suspiciously around to your end of the court. When you ready your stance, youâre certain to give Sirius an eyeful of his next meal.
Remus has the audacity to blush when you pick up your racket, shifting his from one hand to the other like it wasnât him who picked out your outfit in the first place.Â
âYou wanna play or what?â you ask boredly, though internally youâre applauding yourself for the smooth double entendre.
Remus swallows thickly then volleys first, clumsily hitting the ball in your direction and sending you running down your end of the net, serving it back with a jump of your own that has your skirt fluttering around your asscheeks. Sirius practically moans when he sees a sliver of your cunt and you watch amused as he pulls down his sunglasses to block out the sun and get a better look. He wiggles his fingers at you as if to say, âkeep playing.â
Every skid, sprint and step has you showing off something to one or the other, whether it be the flash of your ass to Sirius or a peek of your bare cunt to Remus, who grows visibly frustrated at losing his game of tennis, though youâre certain you practically dangling your pussy in front of his face doesnât do much to help his temper. You watch him rearrange his heavy cock in his shorts as he jogs back to retrieve your bright green tennis ball, breathing heavily through his nose as you pretend to stretch while you wait, sneakers squeaking on the hot floor.
Youâre gripping the racket tight, ready for the next serve when Remus completely drops the ball, jaw going slack as he looks past your face and behind you, the ball rolling away. âOh fuck,â he half-protests-half-moans, âSirius!â
When you spin back around, Sirius has his head thrown back against the lounge chair in an inky black halo, legs spread and chest flushed as he pumps his tall cock wrapped up in your stolen panties. The moan he lets out when he notices your eyes is lewd, bordering on pornographic. A cool breeze whips your skirt high enough that he can see the front of your pussy and he shakes as he almost cums on the spot. Thighs quivering, the soles of his bare feet rubbing up and down the lounge chair as he tries to anchor himself to something, Siriusâ deep set eyes blink slowly at you and Remus, only fluttering shut when he grips his length harder. âFuck, fuck, fuck!â he groans out, thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, voice turning pitchy and whiny, ââm gonna cum,â
You and Remus watch in awe as Sirius spills over his pale stomach, his eyes rolling back as he fucks himself through his orgasm. If the sun on your wet cunt had you glistening earlier, you would be lit up like a fucking star. Sweat drips down from your chin, into your shirt and past your hardening nipples, your mouth impossibly dry.
âFucking hell,â Sirius groans out finally, looking pretty and fucked out as he comes back down to earth, still holding your pink panties now ruined by his cum, âany of you lovelies have any interest in playing with a different kind of balls?â
Itâs crude and so very Sirius that you laugh at the silliness of it all, letting yourself bend at the waist to help with your shuddering diaphragm. The sound dies down in your throat when you realise youâre now showing off your pussy to Remus, swallowing thickly at the sound of a tennis racket clattering to the floor as he steps over the net to drag you towards Sirius.
You fall over him clumsily, forehead hitting his bare chest as the hand still carrying your tennis racket smacks the ground as you try to lift yourself up. Siriusâ cloth-covered cock digs into your stomach and he wastes no time dragging you further up his front to messily press his lips to yours, tongue pushing deep into your mouth. You havenât even realised heâs plucked the racket from your hand when it comes to press against your entrance.Â
A gasp leaves your lips as Sirius grins against them, looking up at Remus stepping out of his athletic shorts and pulling your sneakers off. The handle rubs slow circles around your clit, your sopping pussy allowing an easy glide around the sensitive nub as you arch back into it. You whine and Sirius presses hard into your clit before dragging the covered handle to your entrance, pushing in enough to make you moan against his mouth.Â
He parts his legs further to allow Remus some room where he hovers straddled above Siriusâ thigh, the taller boy looking down at you. âMaybe we should fuck you with the racket,â Sirius says, voice held so straight you think heâd been asking you about the fucking weather, âFuck your mouth. Give you something to bruise that throat on,â he sighs, contemplative. âOr, we could fuck your perfect litle pussy instead, hm?â he asks before fully pushing into your entrance, the handle sitting a comfortable half an inch in your hole as you groan, greedily rolling your hips back into it.Â
âLook at it, Moons,â he coos, âLook at âer fucking suck it in,â Sirius hums and it leaves just as quick as it came, falling back onto the hot concrete. âNot today, maybe,â he tsks, âIâd quite like to have you stupid on my fingers instead.â
A long digit pushes past your gummy entrance, curling up against your spongy spot inside. âShit,â you murmur, hole clenching around Siriusâ finger. He shifts you to curl into his side instead of sprawling out on top of him to give space for Remus to duck his head down and take Sirius into his warm mouth. He gives the pink head a quick kiss and a kitten lick before you watch it disappear down his throat.
âRemus,â Sirius begs now, previous bravado disappearing and his hips lifting so Remusâ nose can press into Siriusâ happy trail, his free hand guiding Remus up and down his cock by the back of his head.
You cry out Siriusâ name at the same time as marriage meets middle, two fingers pistoning quickly in and out of your soaked cunt. Despite the moans he lets out and the incessant stuttering of his hips, Sirius still manages to stay laser focused on fucking you just the way you like it.
The steady beat of your cunt speeding up to a wild, erratic thing has you pressing a warning kiss into Siriusâ neck. âIâm gonna cum,â you warn, thighs tightening as Sirius curls in faster and deeper, removing a hand from Remusâ head to encourage circles around your sensitive clit, âSiri, Iâm going to fucking-â
âCum for me, pretty,â he stops you, breath hot and heavy against the crown of your head. Remus takes the pitch in his voice as an indicator that heâs about to spill into his throat, letting Sirius take the lead and fuck into him at a bruising pace. âFucking lovely, the both of you.â Sirius sighs before cumming with a shout.
You follow quickly after, pussy spasming as Sirius rubs slow, soothing ministrations to the soft muscle of your insides. Crude, but sweet.
Remus comes up for air, cheeks red and cock achingly hard as he wipes his sticky mouth with the back of his hand. When he leans down to kiss you sweetly, youâre allowed a taste of him. Mint gum, rum and coke, Sirius and tobacco flood your senses, and you lick greedily over a spot of Siriusâ cum drying on Remusâ chin.Â
âWhat do you want, sweet girl?â he asks you, voice still hoarse and a hand rubbing up and down your sweaty back. Despite the skirt riding up your midriff and your thin tank top, youâre significantly more clothed than your boyfriends. Remus helps you to kneel on the chair with wobbly legs, letting you pull the tank top up past your foggy head. Sirius reaches up to palm roughly at your bare tits. âDâyou want one of us in your mouth, another in your little hole? Tell us, pup.â
âCan you both fuck me?â you request.
âHow dâyou want us?â Sirius asks, already palming his length with another hand still massaging your chest. The words in his mouth leave soft and kind, but he pinches your nipples hard and mean.
âMy back against your chest.â and then for an added safety measure, âPlease.â
Sirius is already pulling your sweaty back against his chest, huffing slightly when your hair falls in his mouth. âGreat idea, my darling,â he praises, emphasising his sentiment with a squeeze of your chest, âThat way me and Remus both get a look at your pretty face when we get you all stupid.â
 You pant and squint up at the sun, hot and bright and beating down on your face, and like the gentleman Sirius is, he gently places his sunglasses on your face. He murmurs a quiet apology in the shell of your ear when he fumbles around blindly to line himself up with your hole. Remus does the same, fat tip running through your slick and sensitive folds. You can see him properly now through your protective eyewear, looking significantly tanner with a splattering of freckles all over his long torso. You make a mental note to kiss over all of them, and then some more, later.
âDonât push in too quick, Pads,â Remus warns, gripping the soft fat of your thigh.Â
Sirius does, because heâs Sirius, spitting roughly in his hand and smearing it all over your hole, pushing a middle finger in for good measure. You writhe against his back but his forearm keeps you locked in place, held extra tight when his head pushes past your ring of muscle.
âHoleâs so fucking tight, darling,â Sirius laughs, âDo I have to break her in again?â
Itâs an agonizing stretch that seems to go on for hours, but when you feel Sirius slump back against the chair, you feel amazingly full. Your cunt throbs and you clench tight, grinning when Sirius curses in your ear.
He reaches down to stroke Remusâ cock, both of you watching in awe when he lets out a satisfied sigh and a click of his neck when his chin comes down into his chest. Remus lets Sirius pump his thick cock once, and then twice before slapping his ringed hand away.Â
âDâyou just not want me to last then, baby?â he laughs, realigning himself with your entrance.
Sirius doesnât respond, but you can tell heâs sporting a lazy grin in the way Remus flushes a dark red.Â
Remus pushes in, kinder and slower than Sirius but still with the same desperation, and you almost scream. The stretch from Siriusâ fingers help accommodate his length, but the sensitivity from your previous orgasm has you digging crescent shapes into your palms.Â
âF-fuck!â you stammer, beating your fist into the chair as your heart jumps, âPlease,â
âPlease, what?â
âPlease, just fuck me,â
Sirius obliges first, hips moving slowly as he starts a steady beat. He practically lifts you up with every thrust, and you watch in awe as he helps move you up and down Remusâ cock. Remus catches you on the up thrust, big palms under your ass keeping you still in the air so he and Sirius can put in all the work.Â
Slick from your pussy pools and drips down your ass and onto Siriusâ cock, allowing him a faster pace in your ass. Your ears only focus on the sounds of Sirius panting in your ear and the squelching sounds as your cunt practically gurgles around Remusâ cock. The speed theyâre both building up to forces lewd, pornographic sounds bubbling up past your throat and out of your bitten lips.Â
âFeels like fuckinâ heaven, dove.â Remus groans, muscles flexed as he forces your back into an arch.
Sirius pulls your head to the side, nose almost knocking with his own sunglasses as his lips meet yours tasting slightly metallic. He mustâve bitten down on his lip so hard when he first fucked into you that his mouth fucking bled. âSo sweet for us, so fucking sweet.â his hand snakes down to scoop slick from your sopping cunt and you jolt backwards, âTastes so sweet too.â
Remus bends forward, chest pressed against your tits shiny with sweat. He presses a long kiss to your lips, sweet and soft, and then something shorter with much more tongue to Siriusâ. âYouâre right, our girl here is the sweetest.â
You want to roll your eyes and try to push down the heat in your cheeks but you canât, all of your energy is focused on the coil building in your stomach and the tingly burning in your thighs. âShit, Iâm close,â you moan, your first full string of words other than the incessant whines leaving your tongue. ââS so fuckinâ deep,â
Remus speeds up, chasing his own release as his tip bruises your sensitive cervix. Sirius does the same, canting his hips perfectly to reach a spot inside your ass that has him groaning and you cursing. The world goes bright, a hotter white than before, and before you can tell, youâre cumming with a shout.
âThatâs our girl, thatâs a good doll,â Remus pants, spilling into you with his own fucked-out sound, seed flooding your cervix.
Sirius, who was at his third orgasm for that hour, cums loud in your ear, words falling apart in his mouth to create something begging and mindless. âSo lovely, angel, so fucking good. Such a good job.â
Your little blue skirt looks almost navy on your tummy, soaked through with sweat and you watch with tired eyes as Remus kisses past it and through the valley of your chest before collapsing, his forehead bumping your chin.Â
âI hate you, Sirius,â Remus murmurs finally.
Sirius scoffs, affronted, âWhat did I do?â
âItâs all your fault. If someone asks me where the best sex of my life was, Iâm going to have to say at this bloody mansion.â
Youâre all giggling before the heat and exhaustion washes over you, floating back to silence as the birds chirp around the private court. âRemus?â you ask quietly.
âYeah, lovely?â
You bite back a grin, going for something thoughtful and innocent and landing on something all too eager. âDidnât you say there's a pool room we havenât seen yet?â
âAnd I suppose you want to play there too?â
You sigh dreamily, your foot rubbing down Siriusâ ankle in your tangle of limbs. âI suppose.â
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poly!wolfstar where remus is more sub and sirius is more dom and reader is a switchđđ
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pairing : poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
cw : smut mdni, degradation, praise, use of good girl, tit/nipple play & sucking, brief spanking, blowjob (reader giving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, giggly fluffy ending
wc : 3k
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the library was almost silent, save for the faint scratch of remus's quill and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. you, sirius, and remus had tucked yourselves into a corner table, books stacked high, candles burning low.
you tried to focus on your own parchment, you really did, but sirius was making it impossible. as usual. he tapped his quill against your wrist, nudged your knee under the table, leaned close enough that his hair brushed your cheek.
"pads," remus muttered without looking up. "quit."
"quit what?" sirius asked innocently, stretching his legs so his foot pressed against yours.
"you know what," remus said flatly, though the tips of his ears had already gone pink.
you glanced up at sirius, who only gave you a wicked grin. "he's been buried in this essay for two hours. i'm performing a public service, keeping him awake."
"you're a menace," you said, but you couldn't help smiling.
sirius leaned back in his chair, dramatically sighing. "menace, saintâ depends who you ask." his hand shot out, quick as a snitch, snatching remus's quill right out of his hand.
"sirius!" remus groaned, reaching across the table.
sirius dangled the quill just out of reach. "say please, pretty boy," his signature cocky grin spreading across his features.
you snatched the quill from sirius's hand and slid it back to remus. "honestly. you're children, the both of you."
sirius pressed a hand over his heart. "traitor. et tu, amor?"
you rolled your eyes at his dramatics, though the warmth of the nickname clung to you. remus ducked his head, gripping the quill too tightly, pretending to read.
but sirius wasnât done. he stretched his legs further under the table until his foot nudged remus's. then his hand trailed up his thigh, slowly squeezing.
remus froze, refusing to react. sirius squeezed the flesh underneath where his hand lie again, harder this time.
"pads," remus said warningly.
"what?" sirius tilted his head. "you don't like it?" remus shot him a sharp look. his lips parted as if to retort, but then his gaze flicked quickly to you, then away again. his jaw was tight, his shoulders tense.
sirius noticed. of course he did. it fueled him, his grin curled, sharp and knowing. "you're blushing, moony."
"am not," remus muttered.
you laughed softly, and remus turned his glare on you next. "don't you start."
"me?" you raised your hands in mock innocence. "i'm just studying."
"studying," sirius repeated, smirking. "right. because that's what you came here to do."
before either of you could argue, sirius stood, chair scraping back. he rounded the table in a few long strides and stopped behind remus's chair. his hands landed lightly on remus's shoulders.
remus went stiff. "pads, really."
sirius bent down, lips close to remus's ear. "relax, moons. you'll give yourself wrinkles, frowning over that parchment."
remus's quill trembled slightly in his hand. "someone has to actually get work done."
sirius plucked the quill straight from his fingers again and set it on the table. then he slid his hands down, thumbs brushing along the line of remus's collarbone. "don't catch an attitude with me darling, you know exactly where that'll get you," sirius responded, his voice low. "besides, you've worked enough."
you swallowed, heart thudding. sirius looked up at you over remus's head, his grin daring, deliberate.
"well?" he said, "are you gonna sit there like a teacher's pet or are you gonna help me?"
remus's breath caught, stuck between protest and something else entirely. his knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the table, and he still wouldn't meet your eyes.
that was sirius's game, always; push remus until he cracked. and yours, always; steady the middle, make it safe for him to let go.
the air around the three of you had shifted, heavy, electric. sirius's grin was sharp as a spark. remus's blush crept down his throat. and you knew exactly where this was going.
and god, did you love it.
sirius wastes not a moment of time once you three are inside the dorm. he mumbles a silencing charm and gets straight to work on your lips, forcing remus to watch, pitifully neglected as sirius's hands trail up and down the curves of your waist and hips.
remus begins to squirm in his spot on the bed as sirius tugs your top off and continues to slide his tongue against your own, tweaking your nipples and squeezing at your pillowy tits. you almost feel bad, but you also relish in the way you and sirius can turn the lycanthrope to mush by only making out in front of him. remus was just too cute when got desperate.
you decide to take the lead and up the ante by starting to rock your hips into sirius's as you made out, causing him to groan lowly into your mouth. his grip on your hips tighten possessively. you hear remus begin to whimper a little, cracking an eye only to notice he's palming himself over his pants.
sirius seems to notice that your ministrations have slowed and does the same, his lips disconnecting from your own and forming a thin line.
"needy remmy, such a slut sometimes, yea? see, if you didn't catch an attitude with me in the library, you could've already joined us by now. this is what happens when you wanna be bratty," he condescends.
remus's cheeks flush scarlet, his hand frozen where it pressed against himself. he glances up at sirius, wide-eyed, then down again just as quickly. his breath hitching audibly, chest rising and falling too fast.
you catch his gaze for half a second; long enough to read the conflict there. wanting, embarrassed, desperate. your heart gave a tug, softer than sirius's sharp-edged teasing.
"siri," you murmured, half a warning, half a plea.
but sirius only smirked, his grip on your hips tightening once more. "what? i'm only telling the truth. he's sitting there dripping for it, aren't you, moony?"
remus made a soft sound, somewhere between a whine and a growl, burying his face in his hand, giving you the chance to notice the small spot his precum has created through his pants.
you leaned slightly out of sirius's hold, reaching toward remus. your voice was gentle where sirius's was sharp. "come here, rem."
he hesitated, chewing at his lip. his body leaned forward a fraction, but his eyes flicked nervously between the two of you. sirius's smirk only widened, and he leaned back on his elbows, looking the picture of casual dominance.
"go on," sirius drawled. "she asked nicely. don't make her ask twice."
you let remus crawl over to you and connect your lips to his, sweet and slow at first, but growing hungrier by the moment. you just loved when your strong boy got all subby for you.
you unbutton his shirt and tug it off his shoulders as you continue to kiss him. "will you let me suck you off real nice baby?" you ask, voice sugary sweet and lust-thickened. "i'm sure siri won't mind letting you cum down my throat tonight, yea?" he gets squirmy again at your words.
"i suppose," sirius responds flippantly, "that's more than he deserves after that stunt he pulled, but since you been good n' you get off on having cock down your throat, i'll let you."
you hum a noise of approval at sirius's words. remus lets out another whimper at the way he speaks like he's not in the room and only addresses you, but you could also swear you see his dick twitch inside his pants as sirius finishes speaking.
you move to pull remus's boxers and pants down in a swift motion and nearly drool as his leaking cock slaps against his stomach. needy, thick, veiny. you'd seen it loads of times but it never failed to amaze you.
you push your thighs together a little to relieve some of the ache there, which was only doubled by the sight of remus. sirius notices this and pulls down his own sweatpants, beginning to tease himself lightly over his boxers.
you position remus to lay on his back and find yourself a comfortable spot in between his spread legs. you get on your hands and knees, putting on a small show for sirius as well as you dip forward and begin to lick remus's cock from his balls to his tip.
he lets out small groans as your tongue circles his tip, letting his head fall back when you welcome it into your warm mouth. sirius slides his cock out of his boxers, leaning back and enjoying the sight in front of him as he begins to jerk himself off slowly. the way you positioned yourself he gets an absolutely perfect view of your slick cunt, your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. he lets out a low groan as he imagined his cum doing the same.
you begin to move his cock in and out of you, moving your whole body back and forth showily. you feel the way your tits bounce and your ass and thighs ripple slightly as you move. sirius reaches out and lands a smack to your ass, the flesh there stinging just lightly. you moan in surprise and pleasure, remus's cock still in your mouth. he lets out a cry at the way the vibrations feel around him, the sensation all too good.
"such pretty little things, the both of you," sirius remarks, speeding up his movements on his own dick just slightly.
you both keen at the praise, remus continuing to fall apart underneath you as you flick your tongue against his tip, continuing on. "mmmh, so- ah- too good, i can't," he stutters.
"you can too moons. 's a privilege i'm even lettin' her suck you, remember that," sirius chastises him.
"sorry, just- god, shit she's so good," remus manages in between whimpers.
"mhm, i know, always such a good girl, yea?"
your cunt clenches around nothing and you let out a long whine at sirius's words, working remus up all over again. sirius nearly loses it when he sees a renewed amount of slick gush out of you.
"fuck baby, i need ya," he mumbles as you hear him shift behind you. "this okay?" he asks, becoming a little softer, just momentarily as he places a hand on your backside. knowing what he wants, you give a hum of approval and teasingly push your ass closer to him, spreading your thighs apart just for him.
you try to keep your focus on sucking remus as sirius drags his thick head through your folds, tapping it against your clit a few times just to watch you jump.
you start to lose rhythm just slightly as sirius begins to push into you. remus is falling apart at the sight of it alone. he watches you attempt to maintain your movements on his dick while not moving the rest of your body, to prevent fucking back onto sirius as you let yourself adjust to his length.
he has to will himself not to cum when you try to maintain eye contact with him, but your eyes roll back despite yourself as sirius bottoms out inside you, tip kissing your cervix perfectly.
"so tight baby shit, so perfect, make rem cum first and then you can too, ok?" sirius directs.
you hum again, causing remus to let out another pretty whine. you start to find your rhythm again, sucking remus in and then fucking yourself back onto sirius. you feel so full, so content.
"bet you like this, huh baby? both of your boys filling you to the brim? shit, i know you do, fuckin squeezing me," sirius's words make you impossibly wetter, only fueling your desire. even remus twitches against your tongue at the sheer filth of it, despite the words not being directed towards him.
aching for your own release, you're motivated to finish remus off, doubling down in your efforts. you speed up your movements, run your tongue against the sensitive spot at his base and then back up to his tip, running along his slit the way you know drives him crazy.
"mmm, shit, can i cum, can i please cum pads, sofuckingclose- oh fuck, please lemme" remus babbles on.
"yes baby," sirius responds, already too caught up in the feeling of you sliding yourself back into him again and again. "cum down our pretty girl's throat, she can take it," he pants.
remus finished with a beautiful cry as soon as he's given permission, warm ropes hitting the back of your throat as you attempt to swallow continually around him. he gets squirmy immediately after, the stimulation more than he can handle. you pull off of him with a pop, now letting yourself focus in on your own pleasure.
moans tumble out of your mouth as soon as it's unoccupied, and you finally let sirius take the lead and thrust into you at his own pace.
"rem honey," you speak, the boy hazily lifting his head up, still recovering from his orgasm. "help me feel good, yea? come suck baby," you command, referring to your bouncing tits. he nearly lets out a whimper at the sight of them when he positions himself underneath you and slots one between his plush lips, thumb circling your nipple.
"thank you baby, doing so well for me," you manage, all the sensation becoming too much as your cunt starts to flutter around sirius.
"you close baby? can feel you squeezin' me, you gonna make a mess on my cock?" sirius questions, hips smacking against your backside.
you attempt and "mhm", but it comes out more like a high-pitched whine and ends an loud moan. you squeeze your eyes shut as remus begins to make careful circles on your previously untouched breast and sirius reaches down to make figure eights on your clit.
you cum so hard you nearly see stars, the sensation wracking through your body in warm, tingly waves out from your core. your skin is a flame with aftershocks of pleasure as sirius cums inside you with a grunt of your name and a few more slow thrusts of his hips, filling you with his warm seed.
remus pulls off your tit and attempts to ground you by smoothing his hands up and down the dip between your waist and your hips. sirius places a hand on your lower back and pulls out with practiced ease, whispering praises to the both of you as he does so.
the dorm was now quiet except for your ragged breaths and the soft crackle of the dying fire. sirius flops onto his back beside you, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling.
"merlin," he muttered, throwing an arm dramatically over his eyes. "if i die right now, just bury me here. best way to go out." you let out a weak laugh, still trembling slightly, and remus's hand smoothed up your side again, gentler now.
"you're not dying," remus says dryly, though there's the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "you're just dramatic. and loud."
sirius cracked one eye open to grin at him. "loud and unforgettable." you're sure if he had the energy to punctuate his sentence with a hair flip, he would've.
remus rolls his eyes and leans over to press a kiss to your temple, lingering there for a moment. his voice dropped low, soft just for you: "you alright, love?"
you hummed, still practically boneless, and let your head fall against his shoulder. "more than alright. you?"
"never been better," he replies simply, a cheeky smile playing across his face.
sirius immediately rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. "that's because i'm incredible. you're welcome, the both of you."
remus gave him a long-suffering look, then tugged the blanket up over the three of you in one smooth motion. "you're impossible."
"you love me," sirius shoots back, smug as usual.
"unfortunately," remus deadpans, though the way he was stroking your arm told another story.
you giggle softly, caught between their bickering, warmth wrapping around you like the blanket. sirius leaned in to nip at your shoulder playfully before settling down with a satisfied sigh.
"face it, moony," he murmured, voice already going drowsy, "we make a bloody good team." remus's eyes softened as he looked down at you tucked between them. "i suppose we do," he admitted quietly.
and with their warmth bracketing you on either side, sirius humming smugly into your skin and remus's hand steady at your hip, you let your eyes fall shutâ safe, satisfied, and entirely theirs.
The couch was too small for three grown adults , but that never stopped you.
Remus was the first to settle, book in hand, legs stretched out and socked feet tucked under a blanket Sirius insisted was âhideous but cozy.â Sirius followed, flopping dramatically across Remusâs lap like a victorian fainting lady, earning a fond eye-roll and a hand in his hair.
You arrived last, arms full of snacks and a smile from ear to ear. âYou lot started without meâ you accused, mock-offended, before wedging yourself between Sirius and the backrest, one arm slung over both their shoulders.
Warm.
Sirius mumbled something unintelligible into Remusâs thigh, and you translated with a smirk: âHe says you smell like ink and cinnamon.â
Remus didnât look up from his book. âHe says that because he likes cinnamon.â
âAnd I like youâ Sirius said.
You leaned in, pressing a kiss to Remusâs temple. âWe all do.â
Outside, the wind howled. Inside, the pack was curled together, limbs overlapping, hearts steady.
Hi gorggg can i request an angst wolfstar fic where reader is kind of insecure of her placement within their relationship? like theyâre both so close already and sheâs a new addition so she kinda just feels out of place.
thank you for your amazing writing!! doing the world a favorâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Hey babes! Thanks SO much for the request 'cause truly, this is my shit. Now, I have to admit that I'm obsessed with these fics that have the same vibe by moonstruckme (poly!marauders) and super-clearlysaltybouquet (poly!wolfstar), so really, they're the blueprints/inspiration for this piece. also...I'm a whore for hurt/comfort. But you asked for ANGST...so I've given you only angst and no comfort. If you want comfort, you'll have to ask for a part two đ hope you love it!!! UPDATE: part two is here.
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
CW: insecurities in relationship, feeling out of place, angst, hurt no comfort
It felt silly, really, to feel as sad as you did. You were currently sitting with two boys who youâve been basically in love with for so long - two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and on the outside you were sure this looked like a really lovely moment.
It just didnât feel very lovely.Â
You didnât think your discontentedness stemmed from anything the boys had done in particular, but even seeing the way they instinctively leaned closer to one another when anyone else approached the three of you left you feeling like an outsider looking in.
Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just your insecurities showing.
Or maybeâŠmaybeâŠthe three of you had made a mistake.
Maybe you werenât cut out for polyamory; it certainly wasnât for the weak, and it certainly wasnât easy being the newest addition to the relationship.Â
You felt lost in most conversations, missing key information that inside jokes, years of friendship, and living together in the same tower - the same dorm room â led to. It felt as though they were fluent in a language you were only starting to pick up, and you didnât want them to have to slow down for your sake. You didnât want one of them to have to play the role of translator just for your benefit.Â
But then, why were you here?
You werenât calm, relaxed, and witty like Remus. And you werenât funny, exciting, and energetic like Sirius. They seemed to already balance each other out perfectly; maybe thatâs why it felt so easy to fall into the role of a background character in your own relationship.
There was a brief âhoneymoonâ period to your relationship; a time of public proclamations, handholding and PDA, dates, and spending every moment the three of you could together.
It was exciting.
And then it was less exciting â not to you, never to you - but it seemed to be that way for them.
Suddenly, it was dates and then them returning to their dorm â back home â without you. It was silent conversations with nothing but a look between the two of them that didnât include you in the slightest. It was professors announcing partner projects, and them pairing together immediately which was fine, you told yourself, because you always partnered with Shelby anyway and thatâs the way it had always been before.
Before.Â
This is the way it had always been before.Â
So, what were you doing here, exactly? What were you doing sitting on a blanket near the Black Lake with a book in your hand, while Siriusâ hand gripped around your ankle gently as Remus played with Siriusâ hair from where his head was laying in his lap, whilst Sirius and Remus talked about pranks, something funny that James said, and setting Peter up with some Hufflepuff girl?Â
You could tell you were being insecure⊠that you were overthinking this. You could tell you were being unreasonable because every so often, Siriusâ hand wouldnât just be resting around your ankle, but he would squeeze it gently or rub his thumb across your Achilles tendon as if to convince himself that you were still here; still real. And every so often, Remus would move his gaze from where it laid on his own book or away from Sirius whom he was speaking with to look at you⊠check on you⊠confirm you were still there; still okay.Â
They cared. They had to, right? Cared that you were here? They wouldnât have asked you otherwise, surely. They wouldnât be making the effort to keep a hand on you, or their eyes on you. Surely, they would never have decided to open their relationship to include you in it.
But there it wasâŠthe truth.
It was their relationship. And theyâd opened it up for you.
It should be the second part of that sentence that spoke to you the most, but in your mind and insecurities, the first part seemed like the whole truth.Â
This was their relationship.
You shouldnât be here.
âYou still with us, dove?â Remus asked gently, distracting you from your musings. You suddenly realized that your book you were holding had fallen limply into your lap and you were staring unseeingly at the Black Lake. The boys had apparently paused their conversation to look at you, and Siriusâ thumb continued its tender caressing of the soft of your joint.
âYeah.â You said, but it came out scratchy. You cleared your throat and tried again. âYeah, sorry, I must have zoned out for a second.â
Sirius wiggled your ankle. âDaydreaming again, huh? About us I bet.â He teased with a wink.Â
You wiggled your ankle back at him as he leaned his head up from Remusâ lap, lips puckered in an ask (a demand) for a kiss.
This may be fleeting, so who were you to deny him?
You leaned forward on one hand, the other still holding your book, and pressed a kiss to the black-haired boyâs lips. He smiled into it and let you go all too willingly as you leaned back and tried to focus on your book.Â
The air around you began to feel heavy before the sound of distant thunder permeated your hearing.
âDamn, I guess Scottish weather isnât very reliable, hm?â Remus said as he began packing up his things.
âItâs too bad.â Sirius murmured as he began to stand. âI was having a nice time out here with you two.â
You smiled back at him as he extended a hand to help you up.
âWeâre still on for a study date tomorrow after dinner, right?â He asked you when you were at your full height.
âYeah, sure. If you guys will have me.â You responded shyly, hating that you even hinted at any of your insecurities.
Sirius scoffed in response, but it was Remus who answered. ââCourse we do, dove. Weâre looking forward to it.â
You felt like you should be a little embarrassed at the way your heart fluttered hopefully at the sentiment, but you focused instead on Siriusâ smile and Remusâ soft eyes as the three of you made your way back to the castle.Â
You hadnât seen the boys at all today. You unfortunately slept through your alarm, making you miss breakfast completely; generally, youâd sit with Sirius, Remus, and their friends at the Gryffindor table. The two of them were no shows for lunch, so you opted to sit with Shelby instead. And it was Friday, and on Fridayâs you didnât share any classes with them, meaning by the time you made it to dinner, youâd not seen or heard from them at all.
âHey James.â You commented as you headed towards James, Lily, and Regulus sitting at the Slytherin table. âHave you seen Rem or Sirius at all today?â Of course, you knew that he had, he lived with them.
James seemed to grimace slightly, but the expression was fleeting before he was smiling at you again.Â
He knew something you didnât.
âThe last I heard they were talking about your study date tonight.â He offered. You could tell he was putting on an extra show of enthusiasm for your benefit. You tried to be grateful for it, but it left a sour taste in your mouth, nonetheless.
âOkay, thank you.â You said as you turned to head to find a seat with Shelby.Â
âOh, Y/N.â Lily called after you. âYouâre welcome to sit with us, if youâd like?â
You grinned gratefully at Lily as she smiled kindly at you, even though your heart clenched on account of the clearly pitying offer. Was it as obvious to everyone else as it was to you that you were so out of place with Remus and Sirius? Could they all see it too?
âThatâs alright. Iâll see you guys tomorrow!â You called as you walked away.
The boys werenât avoiding you, were they? Surely, they would have said something to you if there was a problem.
Although, perhaps they wouldnât, seeing as you had clearly been spiraling for some time now and have yet to discuss it with them.
Would they even meet you in the library later? Certainly, they would have said if something came upâŠif you needed to reschedule.
No.Â
You were obviously being silly. You hadnât seen them all day, but they hadnât seen you either â it was just a coincidence. You were fine.
Except you werenât fine. Because it was about seven minutes after the time you had agreed to meet them before the boys joined you in the library. Remus offered you a hasty âsorry weâre late, doveâ and a squeeze of your shoulder before taking a place at the table across from you, and Sirius pecked a quick kiss into your hair and sat beside you without saying a word.
It was painfully awkward. Youâd asked them how their days were â Remus answered for the both of them before he asked you how yours was in turn.
After two more (failed) attempts on your part to make conversation, the rest of the study session was spent in silence. And not a comfortable silence.
It was the kind of silence that had you checking your surroundings every so often. The kind of silence that made you feel as if bugs were crawling over your skin.
Every time you looked across at Remus, he seemed to be shooting concerned glances over at Sirius. Every time you looked in your periphery at Sirius, you could see he was zoned out, eyes rimmed and red like heâd been crying or angrily rubbing at them.Â
If something was wrong, they would have told you â right?
If they were regretting being with you, they wouldnât have shown - right?Â
If they were going to break up with you, they wouldnât do it in the library of all places.
Right?
Your musings were interrupted when Sirius let out a sharp breath and closed his book unceremoniously.Â
âSorry guys, Iâm not feeling the best. I think Iâm going to pack it up.â
Remus immediately perked up, looking like he was ready to pack up too. âOkay, do you want company?â
Do you want me to come with you?
âNo, thatâs alright. Donât let me impede your studying. Iâll catch up with you later, âkay?â
Iâll talk to you more in our dorm room when weâre alone, Remus.
âSorry, sweets. Iâll make it up to you.â He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your neck.Â
âOkay, I hope you feel better.â You offered as you awkwardly pat his arms. He gave you a half-hearted smile before quickly exiting the library.
Once his figure disappeared from your vision, you turned back to see Remus still looking towards the way Sirius just left; he was still poised as if he was ready to pack up and go after him.
You suddenly felt guiltyâŠbecause if you werenât here, he would be going⊠Heâd be going after his boyfriend and comforting him throughâŠwhatever heâs going through.
So now, here you were keeping Remus from where he really wanted to be, and Sirius from having the support that he needsâŠthat he deserves.
My gods, youâve made such a terrible mistake. How did the three of you not notice?
âSorry about that, love.â Remus mentioned quietly, offering you a half smile. âHeâŠhe got a letter from his family today. He doesnât really talk about it with people.â
He talked about it with you, though.
âIt usually takes him a day or two to sort it out before he comes back to us.â
You mean back to you, James, and PeterâŠ
âIâll talk to him.â
When you leave meâŠto go to him.
You hated even feeling petulant about it. One of the things you loved about these boys was how much they loved each other. The trust, the affection, the careâŠyou had just hoped that somehow, youâd get to enjoy those things too.
You offered him the best smile you could muster as you turned back towards your book. You could no longer make the words out as your vision blurred, tears threatening to spill out over the arithmancy calculations spread below you.Â
You couldnât keep doing this. Not to Remus, not to SiriusâŠand certainly not to yourself. You deserved better, all three of you did.Â
You were being selfish, inserting yourself into their relationship like this; demanding things from them that they didnât owe you.
âYou know what,â you offered quietly, clearing your throat as your voice came out scratchy, grating along the lump lodged in your throat. âI think Iâve gotten enough studying done for tonight.â
You stood and started piling your things together.Â
âOhâŠare, are you sure?â Remus asked like he was willing to argue, but he too was standing and starting to pack his bag â eager to get to his dorm and check on Sirius.Â
âYeah, I did some work on it at dinner as well.â
Remus grimaced slightly at that.
âIâm sorry dove, really. The three of us clearly havenât had a great day. Iâll talk to Sirius, and I promise weâll all be back in sync in no time.â
You looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.
Back in sync.
Were we ever in sync to begin with?
âCan I walk you to your dorm?â He asked as he made to move around the table, but he paused at you quickly shaking your head.
âNo, no Iâm alright. I can find my way.â You tried to joke, but it fell flat.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. No, donât worry about it just â uhm â just make sure heâs okay for me, yeah?â You asked as you walked backwards to the door. Remus mustâve picked up something in your tone, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.
âI really am sorry, Y/N. Weâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
You quickly wiped away a stray tear that found its way out of your water line and gave him the biggest smile you could muster.
This was better, you thought, let everyone out of their misery.
ââCourse. Iâll, uhm, Iâll see you around, Lupin.â
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Slight angst, angst to fluff (?), Drinking, Smoking, PWP.
This is heavily inspired by c.ai bot.
They were beautiful. No â not just beautiful. Unreal.
Gods above and below, if they existed at all, mustâve carved Remus and Sirius with the same fever dream. High cheekbones and low-lidded stares, hands made for sin and mouths that could ruin lives. Together, they were devastating.
y/n wasnât even surprised when she heard theyâd started dating. Of course they had. It made too much sense. The way they looked at each other across the Great Hall, like the rest of the castle didnât exist. The way Remus smiled when Sirius lit his cigarette, and how Sirius stared at Remusâ lips like they were a forbidden text he intended to memorise line by line.
It wasnât fair.
She watched. Always from a polite distance. Behind other peopleâs laughter. Over the rims of butterbeer mugs and the tops of textbooks. She listened to Mary, and Dorcas, and a few others â voices low, giggles sharp, stories sticky with implication â talking about nights with them. The kinds of nights that didnât leave bruises so much as they left theology-questioning flashbacks.
y/n tried not to care. Failed, obviously.
She wanted to be one of them. One of those girls they took to bed on a whim. A shared curiosity. A beautiful mistake. She didnât need love, not from them. Just a taste. Just a slice of their world. Something to cling to in the quiet, aching hours when she couldnât sleep and her body remembered every laugh, every glance, every almost.
But she wasnât special. Not to them. They never looked at her the way she looked at them. Never paused when she entered the room. Not even when she wore lipstick like warpaint and skirts that barely earned a dress code violation.
To Sirius and Remus, she was just⊠another.
And then came that night. That fucking night.
Too much alcohol. Way too much.
Lily, Mary and Davey had smuggled in muggle bottles â sharp little monsters with names like vodka and tequila, and no one knew their limits anymore. The party spilled across the room. Bodies tangled on cushions. The kind of chaos Hogwarts pretended didnât exist inside its walls.
Sirius was slouched on the couch, legs spread obscenely wide like he owned the air itself. His shirt was half open. There was a purpling bruise on his collarbone, probably old, probably earned laughing. His head tipped back, neck on full display, eyes half-shut, drunk off his arse.
Remus sat next to him, long legs crossed at the ankle, lazily smoking something that wasnât tobacco. The end glowed like a warning in his fingers. He blew smoke through his nose, chuckled at something James said â something obscene, probably, about positions or kinks or beds that weren't theirs but were used anyway.
And then both of them looked at her.
Through the haze. Through the music.
She didnât move. Couldnât.
She was fucked â not literally yet, but spiritually, chemically. Head spinning. Skin hot. Too many shots burned through her blood like wildfire. The walls were melting, but they were solid, sitting there like gods disguised as boys, and her every nerve screamed go to them.
She wanted to be that girl â the one they remembered with a smirk. The one who made them blink slow and say, âYeah, her. That night.â And maybe she would be.
Their eyes stayed on her a little too long.
You thought you'd imagined it at first the weight of their stares, the stillness beneath the music. The common room swayed in gold and smoke, laughter rolling like thunder against the walls, but in that instant it felt like everything had tilted toward her.
Sirius was the first to move. He tipped his chin toward Remus, muttered something that made the taller boyâs mouth curve, and then they both rose. The crowd seemed to part without quite knowing why, a ripple of glances and shifting bodies, and suddenly they were close enough for you to smell the smoke on their clothes and the faint sweetness of firewhisky on their breath.
âEnjoying yourself?â Sirius asked. His grin was crooked, careless, but there was something behind it... a curiosity, almost wary.
You managed a nod. âTrying to.â
Remusâs eyes flicked to the bottle in your hand. âMaybe slow down. Those are stronger than they taste.â
âIâm fine,â you said, too quickly. It came out brittle, defensive, like you had to prove you could keep up.
Sirius chuckled, low and quiet. âYou always say that before youâre not.â
The words shouldnât have stung, but they did. Maybe because of how easily he said you always, like heâd been paying attention all along. Before you could think of something clever, Remus plucked the drink gently from your fingers, set it on the table. His hand brushed yours, brief, steadying.
âCome sit down,â he said, voice softer now. âYouâll make me nervous standing there like that.â
You should have laughed, should have made a joke and walked away, but you didnât. The couch dipped beneath you as you sat, the room spinning slightly, and suddenly Sirius was beside you, knee pressed warm against yours. Remus leaned back on the other side, long fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass.
The three of you spoke for a while or maybe they didnât. The words blurred, fragments of jokes and questions that you couldnât quite hold onto. What you remembered were flashes: Siriusâs laugh brushing against your shoulder, Remusâs hand steadying you when you swayed, the thrum in your chest that felt dangerously like hope.
Somewhere near midnight, the crowd thinned. The music softened to a heartbeat in the background. You remembered Sirius leaning closer to say something and the world narrowing down to his mouth, to the sound of your own pulse. You remembered Remusâs quiet smile over the rim of his glass, a small, secret thing that made you dizzy for an entirely different reason.
Then, nothing certain just warmth, voices, the soft blur of being seen.
When I woke, the morning light was thin and merciless. My head ached, the room smelled of smoke and alcohol. For a long moment I didn't know where I was. Then I felt it.
The weight of a blanket, the press of someone's shoulder against mine. I turned my head just to see them. Both asleep, breathing evenly, the quiet between them deeper than any dream.
At I first I felt my throat tigthened. I didn't remember enough to know what happened, only enough to understand what it looked like.
For a few fragile seconds I let myself believe it. That maybe this meant something, that maybe they'd wanted me as more than a passing thought of an alcohol. I traced the light across the curve of Remus's jaw, the streak of silver in his hair, the way Sirius's hand twitched slightly in his sleep like he was reaching for something.
Then the doubt came to me, it came as fast and cold as the morning air through the slightly open window. They looked so peaceful, so complete and I realized no matter how much I wanted to be one of the girls they kept near them I would never be part of their own world. I will never be, I was a guest in a story that had already been written: like the girls they slept and threw aside. And whatever happened last night -if anything had- would fade into the same smoke and laughter as every other party in this castle.
Carefully, I slipped put from between them, feet bare on the cold wooden floor. The blanket fell away. Neither of them stirred instead just got closer to eachother's embrace.
By the time I reached the door, my hands were shaking. Not from regret, not exactly. It was the kind of shaking that came from knowing I have touched something beautiful that was never meant to be mine.
Outside, the dormitory hall was quiet. I looked through the stair's, few students fell asleep at the common room. James and lily sleeping heavily on the red couch placed by the fireplace, hugging eachother tightly. Marlene and Mary passed out on the carpet their legs tangled together like they fall asleep during drunken late night conversation and for a brief second I wished I should've been there instead of with Remus and Sirius.
I sighed shaking my head and cursing at the disgusting taste that alcohol left on my tongue, I really needed a hot shower to relax my muscles.
I entered my shared dormitary with the girls, surprisingly Dorcas was awake doing her bed, she looked at me as I entered inside. A wicked -probably ready to tease- smirk creeped on her face. I walked towards to my bed, "Well, how was the night?" She trailed behind me, her arms were crossed waiting for an answer.
"I don't know what to feel, really. I just feel more tired than yesterday and I just feel..." I stopped not knowing how to end the sentence, I sat on my bed. I could feel her drilling holes on my back with her stares.
"I want to talk about this later." I murmured dropping my head low staring at the wooden floor. Staring at it like it was interesting, she only hummed and patted my shoulder in response.
I didnât see them for the rest of the day.
Classes blurred together, each one a different kind of noise that my mind refused to hold onto. The professorsâ voices came and went like the tide low, rhythmic, meaningless. I wrote notes I didnât read, smiled when someone laughed near me, but it was all mechanical. I couldnât stop replaying the morning in fragments: the way Siriusâs arm had fallen across Remusâs waist, the warmth still lingering on the pillow beside me, the sunlight touching their faces as if it knew something I didnât.
By the time evening came, I was exhausted from pretending not to think. The Great Hall buzzed with its usual chatter, spoons clinking against plates, the scent of roast pumpkin heavy in the air. I sat as far down the table as I could manage, half-hidden behind a stack of bread rolls, hoping to disappear among the noise. Dorcas was talking about something âprobably Slughornâs latest disasterâ but her words washed over me like static.
And then I felt it: that subtle shift in the air, a hush that wasnât really a hush, but something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I didnât need to look up to know.
Sirius.
He slid onto the bench across from me like heâd always belonged there, elbows on the table, the usual reckless grin replaced with something unreadable. His eyes stormy gray and sharper than I remembered found mine immediately.
âBeen looking for you all day,â he said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the noise.
My fingers tightened around my cup. âWhy?â
âBecause you disappeared,â he said simply, like that shouldâve been explanation enough. âRemus thought maybe you were sick. I thoughtââ He hesitated, tongue running over his teeth like he was trying to find the right words. âI thought maybe you were avoiding us.â
I forced a small, humorless laugh. âDidnât realize youâd notice.â
That made him blink, his expression shifting from careful to confused. âNotice? We woke up and you were gone. Of course we noticed.â
The way he said we made my stomach twist. It sounded natural, familiar the kind of effortless we that came from years of belonging together. I wasnât part of that. Iâd never been.
âRight,â I said softly. âYou and Remus. You looked⊠comfortable.â
His brow furrowed. âComfortable?â
The laugh that slipped out of me was small and sharp. âForget it. I shouldnât have stayed. You probably both thoughtââ
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. âThought what?â
âThat it didnât mean anything,â I said, the words coming out too fast, too bare. âThat I didnât mean anything.â
Something flickered across his face confusion, maybe. Or surprise. I didnât wait long enough to find out.
âDonât worry about it,â I muttered, pushing back my body to stood up from wooden long chair, crossing my legs to the epmty space behind me. âIt was stupid of me to think otherwise.â
And before he could say my name, before he could make it worse by being kind, I walked out.
The next morning came with rain. The castle felt heavier when it rained the stone darker, the corridors colder. I spent most of the morning wandering between classes, keeping my head down, taking routes I knew they never used. I told myself it was better this way, cleaner somehow. If I didnât see them, I could start to forget.
But fate, apparently, had other plans.
I found myself in the library, tucked in the back between two shelves that smelled of old parchment and dust. My fingers traced the spine of a book I wasnât reading when a shadow fell over the page.
Remus.
He stood there quietly for a moment, one hand in his pocket, the other holding something I recognized immediately. My house scarf.
âYou left this,â he said. His voice was low, careful, the kind of gentle tone people used when they werenât sure if you were about to bolt.
I stared at the scarf for a beat before reaching out. âThanks.â
But he didnât hand it over. Not yet. His eyes searched mine slow, deliberate and I hated how easily he could see through me.
âYouâre upset,â he said finally.
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â His mouth curved faintly, though it wasnât quite a smile. âYou left like the castle was on fire.â
I looked away, toward the narrow window streaked with rain. âYou and Sirius looked⊠happy. Peaceful. I didnât want to ruin that.â
Silence stretched, long and tense. Then, quietly, Remus stepped forward and placed the scarf over my shoulders himself. His fingers brushed the back of my neck featherlight, grounding.
âYou didnât ruin anything,â he murmured. âYou were part of it.â
I turned to face him, the words catching somewhere between my ribs. âPart of what?â
His smile deepened small, shy, but real. âLast night. All of it. You werenât an accident.â
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But before I could answer, a voice came from behind him.
âHeâs right, you know.â
Sirius.
He stood at the end of the aisle, hands buried in his pockets, hair damp from the rain. His expression was softer than Iâd ever seen it stripped of his usual swagger.
And then suddenly Remus huffed out a laugh. âWe argued over whoâd apologize first.â
Siriusâs lips curved, faint and tired. âHe won.â
âYou let me,â Remus murmured.
Sirius glanced at him, something unspoken passing between them, then turned back to me. âWe shouldâve said something last night. Shouldâve made it clear.â
I crossed my arms. âMade what clear?â
âThat we both wanted you there,â he said, and his voice broke a little on the word both. âNot because of the drinks. Not because of the noise. Just⊠because we wanted you.â
The library felt impossibly quiet then even the rain outside seemed to pause. My chest ached in that terrifying, wonderful way that hope does when it starts to creep back in.
Remus stepped closer, his hand brushing mine, tentative but warm. Sirius followed, his fingers grazing the other side. The air around us seemed to hum, something fragile and alive taking shape between our joined hands.
For the first time since that morning, I felt like I could breathe again.
I let out a shaky laugh, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. âYou two are terrible at communication.â
Sirius grinned. Really grinned this time, bright and unguarded. âWeâre learning.â
Remusâs thumb traced gentle circles against my knuckles. âSlow learners,â he said, his voice almost a whisper.
I squeezed their hands, feeling that warmth bloom through me quiet, steady, real. âThen I guess weâll just have to keep practicing.â
summary: Sirius has been struggling with his grades lately, and after taking Remus and yours suggestion to study more, he canât help but become distracted at the two of youâs choice of activities.â
notes: okay sooo iâve never written smut or anything so bare with me if itâs bad. i just read this amazing fic of poly wolfstar and it was the most amazing thing iâve ever read, it was angst but gave me the inspo for this. i 1000% recommend yall go read it and show @starry-eyed-moony some love! enjoy :)
Warning wise- light smut, kinda dom! remus?, fluff, heavy makeouts, teasing, dry humping, finishing with clothes on, nothing too crazy
word count: 875
The Owlsâ exams felt as if they were right around the corner. You were always one to be prepared, especially when it came to your academics. Youâve felt decently confident for weeks now, and Remus could do more than say the same. Unlike the black haired boy sitting across from you right now.
The three of you sat in a quiet corner of the library, hoping to help Sirius as other students busied themselves with their own work. You both had noticed Sirius puzzled expressions the previous times you all had your study sessions, so you figured itâd be best to help him out a little extra.
âwhat does a cracked tea cup plus serpent shapped steam mean?â Remus read off a piece of parchment. Sirius looked around at the walls of books surrounding him as if the answer was going to magically appear of the spine of one of them. âhm.. good luck and a..gift soon?â
Remus looked at him dumbfounded as he held and shook his head. You couldnât help but giggle, which soon turned into a mini laughing fit. âWhatâs so funny?!â Sirius barked. âit absolutely amazes me that you can manage to get the question wrong and still go in the complete wrong direction.â mocked Remus.
âWell itâs not my fault youâre giving me stupid and hard questions!â he snapped back. âLove, I fear thatâs one of the more simple sort of questions thatâll be on the testâ you added softly, careful not to poke the bear that your boyfriend tended to become during these times. He shot you an agitated look. Not so much due to of the two of you, but more so because of the amount of time and stress involved with studying.
âWe have been at this for a long while, shall we pick this up again tomorrow? Same time?âyou suggest. âI suppose⊠but not in the library, too much going on in here.â Sirius said. âI agree. You know youâd think for being a place to study itâd be a lot quieter.â Observed Remus. âHow does my dorm sound? Is that alright with you princess?â âyeah yeah whatever..â
Studying in Remusâs room did help more than being in the library, just not as much as youâd hoped. Even though your two boys getting along 99% of the time, trying to get any information into Sirius thick skull really made the 1% stick out a whole lot more.
After five sessions in the dorm, you found that keeping Sirius at the small table across from the bed and periodically checking up on how he was doing worked best. So, he sat at said table, brows furrowed as he scribbled notes onto a piece of paper.
Remus played with a strand of your hair as you laid on his chest, talking about your day and what a pain your potions partner has been. âI swear some peopleâs have no courtesy or compassion for others. Who the hell just gets up and leaves mid class to go talk to their friend?! Who by the way, talks bad about you in 3rd periodâ you say finally finishing your rant.
Despite your frustration, Remus had a small smile on his face. You were one of his favorite things, so having you rest on him and talk his ear off? win win. âWhat an ass, you know iâd neverrr do that to you.â You thought you heard a lace of something else in his voice, and if you hadnât looked up in time and seen that smirk on his face you for sure wouldâve missed it.
âWhy are you so happy about all that?â you question, your own small smile reflecting his. ânothing nothing i swear, just canât get enough of you, thatâs allâ You turn to bury your fake-disgusted expression into the pillow at how corny he was, but before your fully away from him he takes your face in his hands, kissing you gently. You take little time in returning the kiss, slowly melting into his chest more than you had just been.
It doesnât take long however for things to become the littlest bit heated. You gently hoist yourself up. Still lying mainly on your stomach, but up just enough on your elbow to kiss him properly. His grasp on your face tightens slightly, pulling your face impossibly closer. Your kisses according to Remus, werenât up to par enough. You feel his tongue lick at your lips, as if asking for permission to kiss you deeper. Of course, you let him. While given him access to your mouth, your hand which originally rested on his chest made its way down his chest, stopping right before the belt line.
He made a quiet noise at the feeling, not loud enough for Sirius to hear. In fact, he hadnât noticed anything happening between you two. The one time he was taking studying seriously.
Remus breaks the kiss only for a moment. He sits up properly, the grabs you by the hips and guides you to sit on his lap. As soon as your there, your lips reconnect instantly. This time when you feel his tongue begin to enter yours, you wrap your lips around it, gentle sucking it. This draws a louder sound from the boy.
Not long after, you feel a bulge begin to grow under where you sit. You pull away from his mouth and before he can protest, your lips connect to his neck. Gently kissing and lightly licking. Then, sucking. He moans quietly as his brows draw together and grabs at your hips. Without taking the attention away from his neck, you begin to move your hips on his. Remusâs hands tighten their grip, increasing the slow pace you had set.
The sensation not only sends a shiver of pleasure through Remus, but yourself as well. âBloody hell loveâ he hisses as you pull your face away to look at him. He always looks so handsome like this. One of his hands moves towards your sleep shorts and reaches in feeling the dampness thatâs on your panties. He begins to speak, only for him to pause and look beyond your face. At Sirius.
Youâre not sure how long he has been watch in with that starry eyed look. You assume long enough after looking at his lap, as his own pants had grown a tent. Sirius now noticing the attention was on him, he began to stand. He didnât get far before Remus spoke up. âNuh uh Sirius. I know damn well that that paper isnât even close to being done. Finish it correctly and then maybe you can come over hereâ
âBut-â he looks at you with an open-mouthed gaze that pleaded without words. âSorry dear but you know i donât make the rulesâ you say putting your hands up defensively, smiling slightly. Sirius scoffs and reluctantly turns back to his papers. As he does so, Remus begins to move your hips once more. This time harder than before. His hand descends back into your pants. Twirling torturous patterns onto your heat.
The two of you stick to this for a while, and a constant stream of breathy moans and âRemusââs pull from your mouth as he somehow manages to hit all the right spots. Behind your back an agitated and concentrated Sirius worked like his life depended on it. Each time the two boys caught each others eyes, Remus mouthed âfocusâ.
Mere minutes later, Sirius hurriedly stood up and came to the bed. But it was too late. With the way you and Remus had been humping like dogs and how he palmed at your panties you had came undone.
Remus spoke up, âMaybe next time lovey. It that doesnât encourage you to focus on your studyâs I donât know what willâ.
Extra notes: i hope you enjoyed! i got lazy and stopped proof reading half way through so if it randomly gets bad im sorry đŁ
may i perhaps request poly!wolf star with sirius getting distracted by reader while cooking and he ends up burning something? which remus notices âwhereâs that smoke coming from?â
title; too hot to handle (poly!wolfstar x fem!reader)
prompts; âwhereâs that smoke coming from?â â from three hundred assorted dialogue promptsÂ
warnings; estalished relationship, poly relationship, sirius gets distracted by reader and burns dinner, talk of sirius burning food before, uh thatâs it?? (678 words)
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the smell of something almost delicious filled the kitchen, or at least it had been delicious, before it took a turn.Â
Sirius stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up and his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred the pan with exaggerated flair.Â
he wasnât exactly known for his culinary skills, Remus still teased him about the âcrispy eggsâ incident.Â
but tonight he was determined to surprise both you and Remus with a decent dinner.Â
something edible. something impressive.Â
you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him with a smirk.Â
âneed a hand chef?â
you asked sweetly, eyeing the chaotic array of ingredients on the counter behind him.Â
he turned, wooden spoon still in hand and a grin lighting up his face.Â
âdarling the only thing i need in this kitchen is youâ
his words made you raise a brow, laughing softly.Â
âiâm seriousâ
Sirius gave you a look that told you the same, he was dead serious, even if his words were laced with innuendo.Â
he stepped towards you, wrapping one arm around your waist, the spoon dripping with a tomato sauce that was now completely forgotten as you were in his arms again.Â
âso am i. you, me and some whipped cream laterâŠâ
you tangled a hand in his hair, attempting to pull him away as he leaned in to kiss you.Â
the kiss was slow and smug, and completely distracted.Â
âSirius..â
you tried, but Remus was already walking into the kitchen, book in hand before he stopped dead in the doorway.Â
he sniffed the air once, a frown painting his handsome face before he sniffed again.Â
âwhereâs that smoke coming from?â
Sirius blinked, pulling away from you with his eyes widened in alarm.Â
âshit!â
he spun back around just in time to see a thick plume of smoke rising from the pan.Â
the sauce was bubbling furiously, the edges blackening like charred parchment.Â
Sirius frantically grabbed a towel and waved it over the pan, coughing dramatically.Â
âi had it under controlâÂ
he insisted, clearly flustered as Remus shook his head.Â
âsure you did, what was it this time? pasta? curry? whatever that goo is?â
you frowned at Remusâ words, combing your fingers soothing through Siriusâ hair.Â
Sirius pressed a kiss to your wrist before he mumbled.Â
âit was going to be pasta allĂĄ Siriusâ
that made you laugh, shaking your head in amusement.Â
âmaybe try focusing on the pan instead of sniffing meâ
your words seemed to have the opposite effect on Sirius, he was grinning at you, shamelessly too.Â
all while Remus was cranking open the windows to let out the burnt sauce smell that now clung to your kitchen.Â
âbut youâre so much more fun to watch than boiling waterâ
Remus kissed your cheek as he passed you, then gave Sirius a pointed look.Â
âkitchen privileges officially revokedâ
Siriusâ eyes widened, surprise evident in his face.Â
his eyes flicked between you and Remus.Â
âwhat?! thatâs not fair!â
but Remus only seemed to chuckle in response.Â
âburn something once, shame on the stoveâ
Remus started, leaning in so that his lips pressed against Siriusâ ear, though loud enough you could still hear.Â