remus sighs, using his palm to push your head away harshly, “you’re still not fucking doing it right.”
you hiccup, wiping slobber from your chin. you blink back the tears that started to slip from the corners of your eyes when he was forcing his cock down your throat. “sorry.”
“you’re just drooling all over me,” he snaps, “suck.”
you nod, “s-sorry.”
your eyes fall to his cock again, staring at the shiny, wet shaft and angry head that bobs up and down excitedly. you look up at remus who raises an eyebrow at you, “suck it.”
you lean in, kissing the side of his leaking head to collect the slimy substance. he groans above you, reaching down to tangle his hands in your hair. you yelp at the sudden pain, throwing your hands up to grip his forearm. “i always have to do all the work, don’t i?”
you close your eyes, tightening your hold on his arms when he slaps his dick against your pursed lips. “open. I’m gonna fuck your face until you learn to please me.”
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warnings: penetrative sex, toxic!remus, maybe dubcon? (adding it just to be safe), mentions of alcohol/drinking, light degradation, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex
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“don't be so naive, you know that you are all I see”
remus was watching you from across the pub. sirius, opposite him, winked at you, and you whipped around to face your friends again. they had ordered a round of shots and marlene was counting down from three, and when she got to one, you downed yours and slammed the glass back on the counter. it burned its path down your throat and you tried to trick yourself into attributing the heat in your cheeks to it, but you knew better.
it had to do with remus—his steady eyes tracking your every move.
the last time you’d seen him he’d been demanding; i’m starting to think that you love seeing me mad. why do you want to escape so bad? whose arms can’t you just not wait to run into? in that cool, collected voice of his as you tried to leave, after breaking up with him yet again. he never yelled, but sometimes you wished he would. even then, though—you were biting your lip when you glanced over your shoulder to make sure that he was still watching, a hot feeling unfurling in your belly. it was something like nausea, something like glee, something like arousal.
you’d told your friends you were filled with dread at the idea of him popping up tonight, the way he always seemed to, but the relief that swept through you at the sight of him—tall, lean, scarred, unwavering—called you a liar.
you ordered another shot and used it to try to quell your nerves, your anticipation.
it felt like it took forever before your friends slowly all trickled out the door and into taxis, before sirius left and remus finally sidled up to the bar where you were sitting, straight-backed and bouncing your leg, chewing your bottom lip raw.
worry was etched across his brow, a crease between his brows that you ached to reach out and smooth. “feeling okay, love?” his amber eyes were hot and you shivered.
you drew yourself up straighter, somehow. “i’m fine,” you said, but the words came out too breathless. you cleared your throat and moved to get up, “leave me alone, remus.”
his arm hooked around your waist and he pulled you into him, so close you had to tilt your head all the way back to see his eyes. he tilted his head down and chuckled. “so you like attention, just not from me anymore?”
you jerked back. he wouldn’t let you budge. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he brushed the hair away from your face gently, tucked it behind your ears. “don’t treat me like i’m stupid, love. i see the way you’re dressed—dressed just like a little slut, begging to be looked at, yeah?” his voice was low and even and you tried to break free of his grip again and this time he released you, smugness overtaking the concern on his face when you stayed exactly where he’d put you.
“i’m not dressed like a slut!” you argued back, indignant.
“then why’s every man in here undressing you with their eyes, huh, baby? this is exactly what you wanted.”
you scowled. “you’re not my boyfriend anymore, remus—how i dress isn’t any of your business.”
he laughed. you flushed. “why don’t y’let me give you a ride home, hmm?”
“i don’t need—or want—a ride from you.”
“don’t be like that, love. just want to make sure you get home safe, yeah?”
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remus insisted on walking you to your door. when you finally managed, through shaky, nervous hands, to unlock your front door and turned to say—what were you going to say?—something, anything, to remus, he was swooping down and pressing his mouth against yours.
when you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and opening your mouth for him he murmured, “knew y’missed me.”
you pushed open the door and dragged him inside. you had vague notions of your bedroom but remus was knocking you back onto the couch, roughly pushing your shirt up and lavishing attention on your breasts, sucking on your nipples through the thin lacy material of your bra. you stretched against him, mewling at the heat of his mouth, the weight of his attention on you.
he came back up to your mouth, panting, eyes blown black with desire. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he said it like a curse. he sat up, bringing you with him on his lap. “wanna kiss you ‘til i can’t breathe.”
eager, demanding, you slanted your lips against his, pressed your cunt into the bulge in his pants, whining softly into his mouth. his hand found its way up your skirt, tight as it was, and just a stroke of his knuckle over the soaked fabric of your panties had you shaking.
“knew you missed me,” he said again.
“i didn’t,” you objected, nipping at his lip.
his fingers curl painfully into your skin at the words. “well,” he said sardonically, “at least this little pussy missed me.” his deft fingers pushed the skimpy fabric to the side, his mouth working at your neck, that spot that made you gasp every time. “who’d you wear these for, baby?” before you could answer, some mumbled excuse that they weren’t for him, he continued, dipping a finger, two, into your weeping hole: “you’re so wet, love. dripping down my fingers.” he moved his fingers in and out slowly, ignoring your swollen clit. in a desperate attempt to get closer, you began riding his hand.
he quickly withdrew his hand from your skirt, laid back on the couch and propped his arms behind his head. “why don’t you ride me, hmm, pretty girl? show me just how much your needy little cunt missed me.”
“and if i don’t want to?” it was a pointless question, a waste of breath; you were already undoing his pants, pumping his cock, dragging your thumbnail lightly across the slit just to hear the sharp intake of breath.
“stop bein’ stupid and sit on my cock.”
you crawled up him just a little more, and his hands found your hips, guiding you down onto him slowly. he squeezed his eyes shut, looking as if he were in pain. a high noise you didn’t recognize slipped from you. “rem,” you whined. “‘m so full.”
“move for me, love.”
the sight below you was a familiar one; remus, with his shaggy hair, gazing up at you with those amber eyes as you began moving back and forth on him. you were rocking more than anything else, but he didn’t seem to mind for the moment. the deep, jagged lines of the scars on his face—nine of them, to be exact—scrunched up when you squeezed tight on him after a certain motion hit a sweet spot inside of you. the feel was familiar, too—his hands on your hips, possessive and heavy and warm. his pelvis brushing against yours with each rut.
he reached up and helped you peel off your shirt, undid the clasp on your bra to watch your tits bounce as you began to ride him harder.
tomorrow morning when you woke up next to remus, you’d blame the drinks at the pub, blame him, but, really, you knew better—that something about remus, his face and his body, the way he carried himself and the way he spoke lit you up like a sparkler, like gun powder. it made you press your thighs together and your cheeks hot and remus knew it, too.
you had the thought that you wished the man below was anyone else and simultaneously rebelled at the idea of anyone else. flirting with anyone else—since meeting remus—felt like challenging him. you’d break up with him and curse him but secretly hope he’d chase you. and he always did. chased you the way you were chasing your orgasm—almost lazily, and with the self-assurance that you’d get what you wanted.
but remus wasn’t having it tonight. his hands fell from your hips and grabbed yours, resting on his abdomen, and dragged one to each of his clothed shoulders. the action slid you forward and changed the angle, to which you bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut.
“come on, baby,” he taunted, voice rasping against your skin. “i know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” he bent his legs and began thrusting, roughly, up into you. you tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but remus’ rhythm was too fast for your already-burning thighs and after a few moments of the assault, you collapsed, boneless and pathetic, onto his chest. your face was in his neck, trying not to whimper just to spite him now.
remus was relentless and it didn’t take much longer before you succumbed to him, your orgasm tearing through you, leaving you shaking against him as he didn’t let up. “remus—” you begged, but he only laughed, mocking: “my poor girl—is it too much?”
you were oversensitive from your orgasm still and every thrust felt too sharp, too hot—it was like needing to step away from the fire but preferring to die of hypothermia first.
his hands were splayed across your back, keeping you pinned to his chest, your nipples stimulated with every thrust from the friction of his sweater.
“you let anyone else fuck you like this?” he demanded. “you let anyone else fill this perfect little pussy with come?”
“no-o,” you stuttered.
“such a good girl f’me, baby,” he cooed back to you. “no one knows how to treat this little pussy but me. ‘member that next time you think y’don’t want me.”
he had his hands on your ass and he was hitting a spot that was making you see stars, see black spots. “want you to come—pleasepleaseplease—remus!” you hardly knew what you were saying. you couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach, couldn’t think past his cock so deep in you it almost hurt.
“you want me to come inside you, love? show you who you belong to once and for all?”
“want to feel you—ohmygod—rem, rem—remus—yes, right there! right there! yesyesyes—” if your first orgasm was a firework, this one was a nuclear explosion. it wiped you clean of any thoughts, singed your nerve endings and it was all you could do as remus thrust up into you from below. “so pretty when you come for me, love,” he praised.
It took only a few more thrusts into your spasming cunt before he was groaning loudly, coming in you, filling you until it began leaking out of you, down his cock.
he grabbed your face with both hands after a long moment of nothing but silence and both of your heavy breathing filling the space, encapsulating it almost entirely, and kissed you gently on the forehead.
“knew y’didn’t mean it when you said you hated me.”
this. this is fucking so good. “That’s a shit arch” 😩😩😩😩 remus getting all cocky abt u shying into him 😩😩😩
them planning where they’re gonna cum when they record one together, wanting to get a shot of your face all messy but also one of your cum dripping out of your cunt and down your thighs <33
"fuck off, I get her pussy I had her first." sirius tries to push remus out of the way, ignoring the way you cry when his cock is ripped out of you. "you can have her face."
and remus leans down to grab at your tear stained face, smirking at the way your mouth parts instinctively begging for his thumb. "who do you want in your pretty pussy, baby?"
sirius growls when he hears a whimpered "y-you" and slaps roughly at your clit and then your inner thigh, pulling you off the bed and throwing you down on top of remus, positioning you so his cock is in your pussy and his own ghosts at your tighter entrance. "fine. I'm taking her ass then, and you" he warns, pulling roughly at your hair so your head is tilted back and you're looking at him upside down. "don't think I'll forget, you're gonna pay for that later."
Remmy not giving you anything you ask for cause you wouldn't let him pull out the last time
“Please, Rem, I’m sorry.” You whine, lower lip wobbling, trying to sway him. “Won’t do it again. Just got caught up last time.”
Remus catches your wrists when you reach for the subtle bulge of his soft cock in his briefs, holding them firmly in place. “Like hell you did. I know what you look like when you’re caught up in it, bunny. I know what you look like when you’re fucked too dumb to think. That was not it.”
“Remmy, I swear, it was. I just wanted to feel you in me, couldn’t stand the thought of bein’ empty.” You look at him with shiny eyes, already pulling crocodile tears to the surface. Remus scoffs.
“You can quit the act, doll, I’ve made up my mind.” He shoves your wrists back towards you. “When I can stand to fuck you again, ‘s gonna be in your ass with no prep.”
possessive!best friend!Remus who acts like an asshole to your new bf but so sweet towards you and finds a way to break you guys up just so you would come running to him
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don’t apologize at all i love these sm lol
the whole time you’re dating him he keeps telling you he’s no good,
“i’m telling you y/n, there’s something off about him.”
“he’s an asshole, he doesn’t deserve you.”
and he just keeps doing it so much that it makes you super insecure, to the point where you didn’t trust him. and it made your boyfriend angry, bc he knew it was remus’ fault. but you just keep pushing him,
“if you don’t want me anymore just tell me.”
“where were you last night? were you with another girl?”
and eventually he just has enough and brakes up with you. and you’re just so sad bc you think all the things remus said were true, not realizing he was the reason you broke up. and you run to him for comfort,
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👑 thinking about toxic marauders who would turn everything into you being a brat like maybe you're complaining about something trying to reason with them and they'll just use their dom voice telling you how you're being a bad pup!
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you're right they'd gaslight you so fucking hard lmfao
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"Please Siri," Your chin wobbled, lips quivering as you tried holding in a sob, "Don't yell at me!"
"I never yell unless you make me, puppy," Sirius sighed, "If you were just behaving right I wouldn't have to."
"But what am I doing wrong?" You felt a tear slip down your cheeks, "All I wanted to do was go out with Dean, he wants to catch up 'cause we haven't seen each other in so long!"
"You don't see the problem with that?" One of Remus's eyebrows was lifted haughtily, "Or are you jus' trying to get on our nerves?"
"I'm not!" You sobbed, "I never try to get on your nerves!"
"Come on, pup," James tutted, "Don't argue with us. You know better."
Your reflection stared back at you from the vanity mirror in front of you. The red lipstick you had kissed onto it was as fresh and intricate as it was when your stepbrother had pushed your face into the mirror as he fucked you ruthlessly from behind.
Your heart fluttered at the memory.
Sirius sure did love you. He confided you. You were the only person he could think to go to when he needed to cool off, to bring himself back down to earth. He told you so himself. And he’d never lie. The warm crevice in between your legs was the only cure for Sirius, made just for him.
You smiled at your reflection and picked up your lipgloss, applying a thin coat to your plump lips. You deemed your appearance appropriate and stood to leave, grabbing your coat and skipping out of your bedroom and down the stairs.
You bid your father and stepmother goodbye and began your journey downtown for your date.
Remus was close friends with your stepbrother. He had asked you to join him on a date and you giddily agreed. Of course you had asked him if Sirius was aware and okay with the date but Remus had dismissed you and ensured you it was okay. So here you were, locking hands with your stepbrothers best friend.
“You look lovely today, darling,” he said lowly into your ear.
You felt your cheeks get warm, Sirius had helped you pick out the pretty white dress that adorned your body. He had chosen it and praised you all night as you wore it in his bed. It had take you ages to get all the cum out of the delicate fabric.
“Thank you, Remmy,” you responded, shyly looking down at your figure. “Thought you’d like it.”
He smiled down at you, his hand squeezing yours as you guided you towards the ice cream parlor.
You licked happy at your vanilla ice cream cone when Remus pulled out a camera. You smiled at him as he messed with it, sitting in silence as he concentrated. Soon enough, the camera was pointed into your direction. Remus looked at you through the lens, as you bashfully hid your face with a giggle as he snapped a few photos.
Remus was taking a lot of photos of you. He said you were his little model, his muse. He posed you every which way, smirking as the you heard the camera click over and over. You were so glad you were able to hold his attention like you were.
“Y’look beautiful in this one,” he said, tilting the camera towards you. It was a photo of you bent over the railing of a bridge, smiling brightly with your ice cream cone. Your hair had flown into your face, but not enough to hide your cheerful expression, the sticky vanilla ice cream aided your hair, making it stick to your lips. Your ice cream was melting quicker than you were able to eat it. Sticky, white, sugary cream ran down your hands, coating them in a thick layer. Your arms pressed your tits into each other, making them peak out of the top of your dress. Your white lacy bra gleaming in the sun. Your dress had also ridden up the the back, your panties peaking just slightly through, the white cotton material accentuating the curve of your ass.
You flushed again, oblivious to his preying eyes and malicious smirk. “We ought to show, y’brother. Hm?”
You nodded quickly, “mhm, Siri loves this dress.”
“I bet he does, sweet girl.”
Within seconds your phone was bombarded with missed calls and texts from Sirius, commanding you to come home. Though, you’d never know. Remus had taken your phone from you for safekeeping, he knew how often you misplaced it.
Remus ran his hand up and down your thigh as he drove you home, stopping just below your core, and making his way back down. You watched his hand shakily, hoping he’d reach for your pussy.
His hand rested on your upper thigh for a few seconds. You shifted in your seat, causing his fingers to press into your panties. You let out a shaky breath, “please.”
“Please?” He repeated, his eyes focused on the road.
“Please touch me, Remmy. Please.”
Remus’ finger flicked at your clit, cashing you to jolt upwards. “Y’brother wouldn’t like this very much.”
You tried to ignore him, moving your hips slightly to cause what little friction his fingertip could provide. But Sirius upset expression flashed in your brain. You whined loudly and halted your movements, using your hands to hide your face.
Sirius wouldn’t do this to you, would he? Why were you here begging to be touched by his friend when Sirius was the only one that could help you? You were supposed to be a good sister.
You felt Remus’ hand find refuge in between your legs, his hand cupping your wet cunt under your panties. You felt yourself throb against him. Tears welled up in your eyes.
Remus rubbed circles into your clit with the the little movement he was able to do between your clenched thighs. It felt so good. You let out a cry, tears streamed down your face and you knew your mascara was creating black streaks on your cheeks.
You involuntarily opened your thighs, the sensation of Remus’ rough hands on your little pussy making your mind hazy form pleasure. “Rem,” you cried.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked, giving your clit a light pinch.
“Mhm,” you replied. Sirius taught you good manners. Always be thankful for what you’re given.
You writhed in your seat as Remus nonchalantly drove. You turned to look at him, your chest heaving. You eyes locked on his lips. They weren’t as plump as Sirius’.
You puckered your lips as you whined, aching for a kiss. Remus looked at you and smirked, “need a kiss? Hm?”
You whined again, leaving towards him, painfully stretching your body over the center console. He took his eyes off the road and gave you a slow, sensual kiss. It felt different than kissing Sirius.
Sirius would take your face into his hands, squeezing your cheeks together or grabbing your jaw or your neck, he’d kiss you roughly, messily, hungrily. Remus was slow and composed.
Your lips chased his as he pulled away, his eyes fixing themselves on the road as he pinched your clit again, making you whine again.
You felt yourself getting closer. Your hips began to buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as he worked in sync with you. You came with a loud whine. You felt Remus continue his movements, his fingers helping you through your orgasm.
He removed his fingers and moved them close to your mouth. You opened it obediently, lapping your tongue over his rough fingers and sucking them clean.
Remus hummed, “trained you well, did he?”
You nodded, “Siri’s a good brother.”
Remus simply smiled, resting his hand on your knee for the rest of the ride.
He pulled up to your house and you immediately noticed the lack of cars in the driveway. Sirius’ motorcycle was the only vehicle parked outside your home. You felt tears prick your eyes again, he’d be so disappointed if he found out what Remus had done to you.
Remus stopped the car and gave your knee a squeeze. You turned to look at him, teary-eyed, lip quivering. He smirked slightly, “y’should head inside. Sirius’ been looking for you.” He handed your phone back to you.
You switched it on, seeing the notifications of missed calls and texts. Your tears fell and you let out a sob. You wanted to be a good sister. Remus lifted your wet face with his hands and wiped your tears with his fingertips. He stared down at your messy face, tears stained black, your lipstick smudged down to your chin. You looked into his eyes, taking in the mix of honey brown and forest green of his eyes to compose yourself.
He pulled you in for another slow kiss. He sucked on your tongue and you whined, giving into him again. He let out a chuckle and pulled away, “so easy.”
You didn’t acknowledge what he had said, you continued to stare at him as he nudged you and nodded towards your house.
You frowned and exited the car, looking back at him for approval. He nodded and you walked to the front door.
You hesitated, placing your hand on the doorknob for a few seconds before actually working up the courage to open it. You felt on the verge of tears again.
The house was silent. You kicked off your shoes and hung your purse, waiting to hear a noise. Nothing.
“Siri?” You called, still standing in the doorway.
“Now you wanna speak to me?” Your head turned to your left towards his voice.
Your lips quivered. “M’sorry.”
He scoffed, “m’sorry.” He mocked your tone and began to walk towards you.
You shifted in your spot and looked down at the floor.
“Spent the day with Remus? Hm, whore?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you. You didn’t respond, afraid tears would fall at any moment.
He gripped your chin harshly and forced your head up. You stared at him through murky eyes. He shook his head at you and you whimpered, “not a good little sister. Y’just a filthy slut,” he spit.
You let out a sob, shaking your own head, “no, Siri, m’sorry.”
“You just go around and fuck my friends, hm? Let him fuck you, huh?” His grip tightened.
“No! Didn’t,” you cried, wrapping one of you hands around his.
“Aw,” he mocked, pouting, “he didn’t fuck your stupid little cunt?”
You shook your head, trying to pry his hands away from your face. He took his free hand and slapped you. You cried in pain. “Don’t push me away, slut.”
You dropped your hands and frowned at him, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” your tears were seemingly never ending. You couldn’t think about what you must look like. Hair in disarray and makeup ruined.
He mocked you again, joining in as you chanted sorry after sorry. He lead you to the couch, the material grazing your thighs. His hand moved to your throat where he applied pressure, cutting off your air way just enough to make you dizzy. “Bet you wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you?”
You shook your head and he squeezed harder. “Only… you,” you croaked out, breathless.
“Me? I don’t think you thought about me while you were with Remus, baby. Showing him everything that’s mine,” he moved closer to you, his teeth gritted as he spoke.
You leaned into his touch, so ready to give into him. He chuckled darkly, “such a slut for your stepbrother.”
He took his hands off your throat. As you caught your breath, Sirius hiked up dress. He gave your pussy a hard slap, “mine.”
You felt yourself become wet. He moved your panties to the side, stopping abruptly. “Did he touch you?”
You paused. He looked at you and pushed you down onto the couch, pulling your panties off hurriedly. A year fell from your eyes as he looked up at you from in between your legs as he finished his inspection on your pussy.
“You let him,” he scoffed. “Dirty whore.”
You let out a sob, “sorry. Only played with my clit, I promise.”
“I promise,” he mimicked. “Y’not a good little sis.”
You cried harder, covering your face with your hands.
He flipped you over roughly, giving your ass a hard slap. “Gonna show you. No one is better than y’brother.”
You cried, shaking your head. You didn’t like it when he was angry. He hurt you. He went too deep, too rough.
He laughed darkly, “don’t care what you want, love.”
You heard him take his pants off behind you. His cock hit your clit, you jolted. He spit on your folds, using his fingers to split you open. “Don’t want this dirty pussy.”
He fingers brushed over your ass, his fingers prodding at the right hole. You squirmed, trying to get away. He smacked your ass again roughly. “Bet Remus didn’t touch you here, did he?”
You shook your head, “no, Siri, please.”
You felt the head of his cock take place of his finger. He didn’t bother to prep you. He wanted to see you in pain for what you did. You tried to move away, crying loudly.
He pushed his cock in, taking in the tightness of your virgin hole and the way your face contorted at the painful stretch. He pushed himself in, staying still for you to adjust. It’s the least he could do.
You shut your eyes tightly, the feeling of Sirius’ big cock in your ass was new and unfamiliar. It hurt beyond belief. But it was for the best, you’re sure. You betrayed him and all he did was love you. Your stepbrother loved you.
Sirius began to thrust in and out of you, the tightness of your hole drawing him close to the edge quicker than normal. He knew he wouldn’t last. “You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing hold of your hair.
You nodded, turning to look at him as he pulled you up by your hair. “Yours.”
“Y’get fucked by your stepbrother, huh slut? And y’like it,” he grabbed hold of your jaw again, opening your mouth by squeezing your cheeks together as he fucked you. He spit into your mouth as you whined against him.
Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, the pain becoming pleasurable. “Mm,” you moaned, swallowing his spit. He groaned, picking up his pace. You clenched, not used to the change of pace. He groaned loudly, his thrusts slowing down momentarily.
“Gonna cum,” he admitted, thrusting ruthless into you. You moaned, arching into him. A warm sensation filled your body, warming you to your core. Sirius pushed you away from him, onto the couch as he pulled out. He smacked your ass again, “bad girls don’t cum.”
