#poly wolfstar

“Sweetheart,” Remus’ voice is gentle, oh so gentle, as Sirius fucks into you, “you’ve got to tell him what you want.” 

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 it’s not fair to expect that of him. It feels mean to give Sirius directions. Like you’re saying he’s not good enough. 

Remus doesn’t have the same reservations. When you don’t speak up, he turns to Sirius and tells him plainly, “She likes it harder than that.” 

At the foot of the bed, Sirius’ eyebrows go up. “Yeah?” He looks at you. And there’s nothing unkind about his stare, but you still shy a bit under the weight of it. “Sorry, gorgeous, I didn’t want to hurt you. Tell me if this is better.” 

The next time he pulls out, Sirius slams back into you with so much force you’re sure his cock has gotten lodged somewhere in your stomach. You arch, a choked-off cry leaving your lips. 

Sirius huffs a laugh. “Suppose that’s my answer.” 

“That’s it, yeah.” Remus brushes the hair from your face, his touch comforting as you reach around blindly for his cock, desperate to give something back. You’d started out asking to go down on him, but Remus hadn’t 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, you’re lying on his lap with your legs spread for Sirius. The way you’re feeling now, you think Remus made the right call. 

“Don’t be afraid to get a bit rough with her,” he says. “She likes it.” 

Sirius grins at that. “Oh, yeah?” His grip tightens on your hips, squeezing meanly. “Is that true, pretty girl? You into that?” 

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. 

Your body answers Sirius’ question for you, anyway. His fingers tighten even more, blunt nails biting into your skin as he hisses, “Fuck, baby.” 

Remus chuckles and kisses your white knuckles. 

“Fuck, Remus, can you—ah—can you get her leg for me? I want to—” 

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. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius pants, and then he’s 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 Remus’ boxers and hold on for dear life. “That’s perfect. You’re so perfect, pretty girl, does he tell you that enough? Fuck, Rem, we should—we should put a mirror on the ceiling so she can see how she looks like this.” 

“Maybe we should,” Remus hums. He smiles down at you, and the last bit of sense in your brain dissolves like sugar into tea. “You’re doing so well, love. You’re being so good for us.” 

When you look back on it later, you won’t be entirely sure which of you he’s talking to, but that doesn’t stop you from going warm all over in the moment. Sirius’ fucking gets more frenzied as you get worked up, until you’re trying to get Remus out of his boxers again, feeling frantic with the certainty that the climax you’d just been chasing is now chasing you. 

“I can—I want to—” You try, distressed when he again catches your wrist in a firm grip. “—want to help you—” 

“Shh, I know, sweetheart.” Remus strokes the inside of your knee. “Let’s get a couple out of you first, and then once you get used to Sirius, we can try. Yeah?” He looks at Sirius. “Think you can manage?” 

You’re 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 “I just need to get the last of my shit, Reg. And then I’ll never go back,” but this certainly feels worth it.

Remus returns from the main home pushing a beverage cart that looks comically small shadowed by his height. He’s 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. 

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. “What’cha got for me, Moons?” 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. “Moony!” 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 that’s 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 Sirius’ 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 they’re thick and itchy, and you can feel the beginnings of a chafe begin to form. You hadn’t thought about proper lounging around gear like Sirius and Remus had, and you’re 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. “Remus, what the fuck is this?”

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. “It’s a little modest, don’t you think?” he asks Remus sarcastically, thick eyebrows raised, “They’ve even got little built in panties!”

Remus blinks at your incredulous expression. “You said you wanted something lightweight to move around in.” he shrugs. It’s not in Remus’ nature to play dumb, but when he does he really really goes for it. You grab the scrap of fabric from Sirius’ big hands to further inspect it. You’re not really in the mood to journey back up the hill  and into the estate to find better clothing, and it’s 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.

“Where’d you even get that thing anyways?” Sirius asks.

Remus deadpans. “Your mothers wardrobe.”

“Very funny,” Sirius jeers before pausing, “Wait, seriously?”

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 you’ve met Sirius’ mother (against your wishes and his) and you’ve 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 it’s Sirius.

“Let’s get a move on, darling,” he calls out, flicking on the tap to probably wash off the sticky cider on his bare chest, “Don’t want to keep Coach Black waiting.”

“You’ve never even played tennis.” you scoff.

“Is something I’ll be saying to you when I see your first serve,” 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, “And I want to see that skirt that Moony picked out for you. See if it’s suitable to wear at the home chapel when I have to repent for what I’m going to do to you and Moons in the dining hall later,” and then it shuts and you’re 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. There’s a clear circle where you can see the clean tiled floor with none of the built-in panties Sirius had boasted about. 

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. 

As expected, when you step out of your mini-fashion show you’re met with an empty wooden bench, your panties and shorts missing and 100% being twirled around Sirius’ index finger as a sick show of victory to Remus.

You don’t 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, you’re 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 wasn’t him who picked out your outfit in the first place. 

“You wanna play or what?” you ask boredly, though internally you’re 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, “keep playing.”

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 you’re certain you practically dangling your pussy in front of his face doesn’t 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.

You’re 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. “Oh fuck,” he half-protests-half-moans, “Sirius!”

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, Sirius’ deep set eyes blink slowly at you and Remus, only fluttering shut when he grips his length harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans out, thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, voice turning pitchy and whiny, “‘m gonna cum,”

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.

“Fucking hell,” 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, “any of you lovelies have any interest in playing with a different kind of balls?”

It’s 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 you’re 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. Sirius’ 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 haven’t even realised he’s plucked the racket from your hand when it comes to press against your entrance. 

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. 

He parts his legs further to allow Remus some room where he hovers straddled above Sirius’ thigh, the taller boy looking down at you. “Maybe we should fuck you with the racket,” Sirius says, voice held so straight you think he’d been asking you about the fucking weather, “Fuck your mouth. Give you something to bruise that throat on,” he sighs, contemplative. “Or, we could fuck your perfect litle pussy instead, hm?” 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. 

“Look at it, Moons,” he coos, “Look at ‘er fucking suck it in,” Sirius hums and it leaves just as quick as it came, falling back onto the hot concrete. “Not today, maybe,” he tsks, “I’d quite like to have you stupid on my fingers instead.”

A long digit pushes past your gummy entrance, curling up against your spongy spot inside. “Shit,” you murmur, hole clenching around Sirius’ 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.

“Remus,” Sirius begs now, previous bravado disappearing and his hips lifting so Remus’ nose can press into Sirius’ happy trail, his free hand guiding Remus up and down his cock by the back of his head.

You cry out Sirius’ 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 Sirius’ neck. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn, thighs tightening as Sirius curls in faster and deeper, removing a hand from Remus’ head to encourage circles around your sensitive clit, “Siri, I’m going to fucking-”

“Cum for me, pretty,” he stops you, breath hot and heavy against the crown of your head. Remus takes the pitch in his voice as an indicator that he’s about to spill into his throat, letting Sirius take the lead and fuck into him at a bruising pace. “Fucking lovely, the both of you.” 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, you’re allowed a taste of him. Mint gum, rum and coke, Sirius and tobacco flood your senses, and you lick greedily over a spot of Sirius’ cum drying on Remus’ chin. 

“What do you want, sweet girl?” 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, you’re 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. “D’you want one of us in your mouth, another in your little hole? Tell us, pup.”

“Can you both fuck me?” you request.

“How d’you want us?” 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.

“My back against your chest.” and then for an added safety measure, “Please.”

Sirius is already pulling your sweaty back against his chest, huffing slightly when your hair falls in his mouth. “Great idea, my darling,” he praises, emphasising his sentiment with a squeeze of your chest, “That way me and Remus both get a look at your pretty face when we get you all stupid.”

 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.

“Don’t push in too quick, Pads,” Remus warns, gripping the soft fat of your thigh. 

Sirius does, because he’s 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.

“Hole’s so fucking tight, darling,” Sirius laughs, “Do I have to break her in again?”

It’s 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 Remus’ 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. 

“D’you just not want me to last then, baby?” he laughs, realigning himself with your entrance.

Sirius doesn’t respond, but you can tell he’s sporting a lazy grin in the way Remus flushes a dark red. 

Remus pushes in, kinder and slower than Sirius but still with the same desperation, and you almost scream. The stretch from Sirius’ fingers help accommodate his length, but the sensitivity from your previous orgasm has you digging crescent shapes into your palms. 

“F-fuck!” you stammer, beating your fist into the chair as your heart jumps, “Please,”

“Please, what?”

“Please, just fuck me,”

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 Remus’ 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. 

Slick from your pussy pools and drips down your ass and onto Sirius’ 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 Remus’ cock. The speed they’re both building up to forces lewd, pornographic sounds bubbling up past your throat and out of your bitten lips. 

“Feels like fuckin’ heaven, dove.” 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 must’ve bitten down on his lip so hard when he first fucked into you that his mouth fucking bled. “So sweet for us, so fucking sweet.” his hand snakes down to scoop slick from your sopping cunt and you jolt backwards, “Tastes so sweet too.”

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 Sirius’. “You’re right, our girl here is the sweetest.”

You want to roll your eyes and try to push down the heat in your cheeks but you can’t, all of your energy is focused on the coil building in your stomach and the tingly burning in your thighs. “Shit, I’m close,” you moan, your first full string of words other than the incessant whines leaving your tongue. “‘S so fuckin’ deep,”

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, you’re cumming with a shout.

“That’s our girl, that’s a good doll,” 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. “So lovely, angel, so fucking good. Such a good job.”

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. 

“I hate you, Sirius,” Remus murmurs finally.

Sirius scoffs, affronted, “What did I do?”

“It’s all your fault. If someone asks me where the best sex of my life was, I’m going to have to say at this bloody mansion.”

You’re all giggling before the heat and exhaustion washes over you, floating back to silence as the birds chirp around the private court. “Remus?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah, lovely?”

You bite back a grin, going for something thoughtful and innocent and landing on something all too eager. “Didn’t you say there's a pool room we haven’t seen yet?”

“And I suppose you want to play there too?”

You sigh dreamily, your foot rubbing down Sirius’ ankle in your tangle of limbs. “I suppose.”

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 shut— safe, satisfied, and entirely theirs.

Maybe you weren’t cut out for polyamory; it certainly wasn’t for the weak, and it certainly wasn’t easy being the newest addition to the relationship. 

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 – led to. It felt as though they were fluent in a language you were only starting to pick up, and you didn’t want them to have to slow down for your sake. You didn’t want one of them to have to play the role of translator just for your benefit. 

But then, why were you here?

You weren’t calm, relaxed, and witty like Remus. And you weren’t funny, exciting, and energetic like Sirius. They seemed to already balance each other out perfectly; maybe that’s why it felt so easy to fall into the role of a background character in your own relationship.

There was a brief ‘honeymoon’ 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 – 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 – back home – without you. It was silent conversations with nothing but a look between the two of them that didn’t 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 that’s the way it had always been before.

Before. 

This is the way it had always been before. 

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 Sirius’ hand gripped around your ankle gently as Remus played with Sirius’ 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? 

You could tell you were being insecure… that you were overthinking this. You could tell you were being unreasonable because every so often, Sirius’ hand wouldn’t 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. 

They cared. They had to, right? Cared that you were here? They wouldn’t have asked you otherwise, surely. They wouldn’t 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 was…the truth.

It was their relationship. And they’d 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. 

This was their relationship.

You shouldn’t be here.

“You still with us, dove?” 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 Sirius’ thumb continued its tender caressing of the soft of your joint.

“Yeah.” You said, but it came out scratchy. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out for a second.”

Sirius wiggled your ankle. “Daydreaming again, huh? About us I bet.” He teased with a wink. 

You wiggled your ankle back at him as he leaned his head up from Remus’ 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 boy’s lips. He smiled into it and let you go all too willingly as you leaned back and tried to focus on your book. 

The air around you began to feel heavy before the sound of distant thunder permeated your hearing.

“Damn, I guess Scottish weather isn’t very reliable, hm?” Remus said as he began packing up his things.

“It’s too bad.” Sirius murmured as he began to stand. “I was having a nice time out here with you two.”

You smiled back at him as he extended a hand to help you up.

“We’re still on for a study date tomorrow after dinner, right?” He asked you when you were at your full height.

“Yeah, sure. If you guys will have me.” You responded shyly, hating that you even hinted at any of your insecurities.

Sirius scoffed in response, but it was Remus who answered. “’Course we do, dove. We’re looking forward to it.”

You felt like you should be a little embarrassed at the way your heart fluttered hopefully at the sentiment, but you focused instead on Sirius’ smile and Remus’ soft eyes as the three of you made your way back to the castle. 

You hadn’t seen the boys at all today. You unfortunately slept through your alarm, making you miss breakfast completely; generally, you’d 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 Friday’s you didn’t share any classes with them, meaning by the time you made it to dinner, you’d not seen or heard from them at all.

“Hey James.” You commented as you headed towards James, Lily, and Regulus sitting at the Slytherin table. “Have you seen Rem or Sirius at all today?” 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. 

He knew something you didn’t.

“The last I heard they were talking about your study date tonight.” 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.

“Okay, thank you.” You said as you turned to head to find a seat with Shelby. 

“Oh, Y/N.” Lily called after you. “You’re welcome to sit with us, if you’d like?”

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?

“That’s alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You called as you walked away.

The boys weren’t avoiding you, were they? Surely, they would have said something to you if there was a problem.

Although, perhaps they wouldn’t, 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 up…if you needed to reschedule.

No. 

You were obviously being silly. You hadn’t seen them all day, but they hadn’t seen you either – it was just a coincidence. You were fine.

Except you weren’t 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 “sorry we’re late, dove” 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. You’d asked them how their days were – 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 he’d been crying or angrily rubbing at them. 

If something was wrong, they would have told you – right?

If they were regretting being with you, they wouldn’t have shown - right? 

If they were going to break up with you, they wouldn’t 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. 

“Sorry guys, I’m not feeling the best. I think I’m going to pack it up.”

Remus immediately perked up, looking like he was ready to pack up too. “Okay, do you want company?”

Do you want me to come with you?

“No, that’s alright. Don’t let me impede your studying. I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?”

I’ll talk to you more in our dorm room when we’re alone, Remus.

“Sorry, sweets. I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your neck. 

“Okay, I hope you feel better.” 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 guilty…because if you weren’t here, he would be going… He’d be going after his boyfriend and comforting him through…whatever he’s going through.

So now, here you were keeping Remus from where he really wanted to be, and Sirius from having the support that he needs…that he deserves.

My gods, you’ve made such a terrible mistake. How did the three of you not notice?

“Sorry about that, love.” Remus mentioned quietly, offering you a half smile. “He…he got a letter from his family today. He doesn’t really talk about it with people.”

He talked about it with you, though.

“It usually takes him a day or two to sort it out before he comes back to us.”

You mean back to you, James, and Peter…

“I’ll talk to him.”

When you leave me…to 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 care…you had just hoped that somehow, you’d 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. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to Remus, not to Sirius…and certainly not to yourself. You deserved better, all three of you did. 

You were being selfish, inserting yourself into their relationship like this; demanding things from them that they didn’t owe you.

“You know what,” you offered quietly, clearing your throat as your voice came out scratchy, grating along the lump lodged in your throat. “I think I’ve gotten enough studying done for tonight.”

You stood and started piling your things together. 

“Oh…are, are you sure?” Remus asked like he was willing to argue, but he too was standing and starting to pack his bag – eager to get to his dorm and check on Sirius. 

“Yeah, I did some work on it at dinner as well.”

Remus grimaced slightly at that.

“I’m sorry dove, really. The three of us clearly haven’t had a great day. I’ll talk to Sirius, and I promise we’ll all be back in sync in no time.”

You looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.

Back in sync.

Were we ever in sync to begin with?

“Can I walk you to your dorm?” He asked as he made to move around the table, but he paused at you quickly shaking your head.

“No, no I’m alright. I can find my way.” You tried to joke, but it fell flat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. No, don’t worry about it just – uhm – just make sure he’s okay for me, yeah?” You asked as you walked backwards to the door. Remus must’ve picked up something in your tone, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

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.

“’Course. I’ll, uhm, I’ll see you around, Lupin.”

And you left. 

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 boy’s 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.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sirius asked. His grin was crooked, careless, but there was something behind it... a curiosity, almost wary.

You managed a nod. “Trying to.”

Remus’s eyes flicked to the bottle in your hand. “Maybe slow down. Those are stronger than they taste.”

“I’m fine,” you said, too quickly. It came out brittle, defensive, like you had to prove you could keep up.

Sirius chuckled, low and quiet. “You always say that before you’re not.”

The words shouldn’t have stung, but they did. Maybe because of how easily he said you always, like he’d 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.

“Come sit down,” he said, voice softer now. “You’ll make me nervous standing there like that.”

You should have laughed, should have made a joke and walked away, but you didn’t. 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 didn’t. The words blurred, fragments of jokes and questions that you couldn’t quite hold onto. What you remembered were flashes: Sirius’s laugh brushing against your shoulder, Remus’s 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 Remus’s 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 didn’t 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 professors’ voices came and went like the tide low, rhythmic, meaningless. I wrote notes I didn’t read, smiled when someone laughed near me, but it was all mechanical. I couldn’t stop replaying the morning in fragments: the way Sirius’s arm had fallen across Remus’s waist, the warmth still lingering on the pillow beside me, the sunlight touching their faces as if it knew something I didn’t.

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 —probably Slughorn’s latest disaster— but her words washed over me like static.

And then I felt it: that subtle shift in the air, a hush that wasn’t really a hush, but something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I didn’t need to look up to know.

Sirius.

He slid onto the bench across from me like he’d 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.

“Been looking for you all day,” he said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the noise.

My fingers tightened around my cup. “Why?”

“Because you disappeared,” he said simply, like that should’ve been explanation enough. “Remus thought maybe you were sick. I thought—” He hesitated, tongue running over his teeth like he was trying to find the right words. “I thought maybe you were avoiding us.”

I forced a small, humorless laugh. “Didn’t realize you’d notice.”

That made him blink, his expression shifting from careful to confused. “Notice? We woke up and you were gone. Of course we noticed.”

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 wasn’t part of that. I’d never been.

“Right,” I said softly. “You and Remus. You looked… comfortable.”

His brow furrowed. “Comfortable?”

The laugh that slipped out of me was small and sharp. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have stayed. You probably both thought—”

He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Thought what?”

“That it didn’t mean anything,” I said, the words coming out too fast, too bare. “That I didn’t mean anything.”

Something flickered across his face confusion, maybe. Or surprise. I didn’t wait long enough to find out.

“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, pushing back my body to stood up from wooden long chair, crossing my legs to the epmty space behind me. “It was stupid of me to think otherwise.”

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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“You left this,” he said. His voice was low, careful, the kind of gentle tone people used when they weren’t sure if you were about to bolt.

I stared at the scarf for a beat before reaching out. “Thanks.”

But he didn’t hand it over. Not yet. His eyes searched mine slow, deliberate and I hated how easily he could see through me.

“You’re upset,” he said finally.

“I’m not.”

“You are.” His mouth curved faintly, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “You left like the castle was on fire.”

I looked away, toward the narrow window streaked with rain. “You and Sirius looked… happy. Peaceful. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

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.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he murmured. “You were part of it.”

I turned to face him, the words catching somewhere between my ribs. “Part of what?”

His smile deepened small, shy, but real. “Last night. All of it. You weren’t an accident.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But before I could answer, a voice came from behind him.

“He’s right, you know.”

Sirius.

He stood at the end of the aisle, hands buried in his pockets, hair damp from the rain. His expression was softer than I’d ever seen it stripped of his usual swagger.

And then suddenly Remus huffed out a laugh. “We argued over who’d apologize first.”

Sirius’s lips curved, faint and tired. “He won.”

“You let me,” Remus murmured.

Sirius glanced at him, something unspoken passing between them, then turned back to me. “We should’ve said something last night. Should’ve made it clear.”

I crossed my arms. “Made what clear?”

“That we both wanted you there,” he said, and his voice broke a little on the word both. “Not because of the drinks. Not because of the noise. Just… because we wanted you.”

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. “You two are terrible at communication.”

Sirius grinned. Really grinned this time, bright and unguarded. “We’re learning.”

Remus’s thumb traced gentle circles against my knuckles. “Slow learners,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

I squeezed their hands, feeling that warmth bloom through me quiet, steady, real. “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing.”

the smell of something almost delicious filled the kitchen, or at least it had been delicious, before it took a turn. 

Sirius stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up and his brow furrowed in concentration as he stirred the pan with exaggerated flair. 

he wasn’t exactly known for his culinary skills, Remus still teased him about the ‘crispy eggs’ incident. 

but tonight he was determined to surprise both you and Remus with a decent dinner. 

something edible. something impressive. 

you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him with a smirk. 

“need a hand chef?”

you asked sweetly, eyeing the chaotic array of ingredients on the counter behind him. 

he turned, wooden spoon still in hand and a grin lighting up his face. 

“darling the only thing i need in this kitchen is you”

his words made you raise a brow, laughing softly. 

“i’m serious”

Sirius gave you a look that told you the same, he was dead serious, even if his words were laced with innuendo. 

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. 

“so am i. you, me and some whipped cream later…”

you tangled a hand in his hair, attempting to pull him away as he leaned in to kiss you. 

the kiss was slow and smug, and completely distracted. 

“Sirius..”

you tried, but Remus was already walking into the kitchen, book in hand before he stopped dead in the doorway. 

he sniffed the air once, a frown painting his handsome face before he sniffed again. 

“where’s that smoke coming from?”

Sirius blinked, pulling away from you with his eyes widened in alarm. 

“shit!”

he spun back around just in time to see a thick plume of smoke rising from the pan. 

the sauce was bubbling furiously, the edges blackening like charred parchment. 

Sirius frantically grabbed a towel and waved it over the pan, coughing dramatically. 

“i had it under control” 

he insisted, clearly flustered as Remus shook his head. 

“sure you did, what was it this time? pasta? curry? whatever that goo is?”

you frowned at Remus’ words, combing your fingers soothing through Sirius’ hair. 

Sirius pressed a kiss to your wrist before he mumbled. 

“it was going to be pasta allá Sirius”

that made you laugh, shaking your head in amusement. 

“maybe try focusing on the pan instead of sniffing me”

your words seemed to have the opposite effect on Sirius, he was grinning at you, shamelessly too. 

all while Remus was cranking open the windows to let out the burnt sauce smell that now clung to your kitchen. 

“but you’re so much more fun to watch than boiling water”

Remus kissed your cheek as he passed you, then gave Sirius a pointed look. 

“kitchen privileges officially revoked”

Sirius’ eyes widened, surprise evident in his face. 

his eyes flicked between you and Remus. 

“what?! that’s not fair!”

but Remus only seemed to chuckle in response. 

“burn something once, shame on the stove”

Remus started, leaning in so that his lips pressed against Sirius’ ear, though loud enough you could still hear. 

“burn something twice? you’re getting takeaway”

you giggled and stepped between them, wrapping an arm around each of their necks, pulling them that bit closer. 

they both chuckled, Sirius pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw while Remus watched. 

“alright boys, how about we all cook next time? together. less burning, more kissing—after the food is done”

Sirius huffed, making you and Remus laugh again. 

“fine but only if i still get to wear the apron”

Remus rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head just like Sirius had done. 

“you mean the one that says ‘kiss the cook’?”

Sirius swayed on his feet, a knowing look on his face while Remus shook his head again. 

you leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ cheek. 

“it worked, didn’t it?”

he beamed at you, smug smirk on his face. 

“every time”