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tempestuous-lush · 7 months

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what the lady wants || javier peña

warnings: hmmm. what isn't here, am i right? exhibitionism. vouyerism. oral (male receiving). anal oral (female receiving). anal. fingering. public nudity. squirting. anal creampie. this is honestly one of the dirtier things i have written in a LONG while.

misc: tagging @ambassadortotrilliusprime as always, but also, i'd like to dedicate this to @darkroastjoel. it is late BUT better late than never. i hope you enjoy it. as always, divider by the talented @firefly-graphics

summary: javi seeks you out hoping to change your mind about an assignment you volunteered for. things escalate. quickly.

You eyed Javi with a look of anger, a look that sent the blood straight to his cock. A smile formed on his face as he thought about that temper of yours and just how much he enjoyed fucking you when you had that anger swirling in your belly.

“Tu eres una perra grande, Peña.”

A deep seated chuckle worked out of him before he knocked the rest of his beer back, looking at you with all the lust he was feeling, “Your spanish has certainly improved, mi amor.”

Your fingers loosened on the neck of your beer bottle, suddenly having very little interest in the drink. Instead, you scoffed at him, “Why the hell are you fucking here right now? Fucking christ, we aren’t at work and you’re absolutely killing my fucking buzz.”

“There’s the dirty mouth I love”- Javi winked at you as he said it, another laugh escaping him as you slapped the empty beer bottle from his hand and it shattered into pieces on the ground -“maybe I just enjoy the sights around here, bonita. Not exactly looking like the uptight agent you like to make people think you are, are you?”

You felt his eyes traveling over your curves, fully on display with a low resting fluttering skirt and a cropped top giving way to that toned stomach he remembered licking his way down on multiple occasions. Those deep brown eyes came back up and noticed the thin bra you wore beneath it thanks to the bumpy lace pattern and the faintest outline of your nipples showing through the fabric of your shirt. Then your hair was down, all wild curls and soft waves to the middle of your back rather than the tightly pulled back ponytail you typically wore. Eyes soft and hazed with the touch of alcohol in your system, his smile lingering at the sight of your normally plush lips pulled back and thin with your anger. He might as well try his luck. He leaned over to meet you and lowered his voice, “I’m just wondering where you’re hiding your gun?”

You pushed him back, “Yeah? If I tell you, can I shoot you with it cabron?”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like th”- you drew short, trying to reign in your anger. Peña had always been infuriating. It was definitely worse after you slept with him though. Then everything came forward and you realized you were sleeping with half the fucking country by extension. Your affection fizzled out hard and fast. The type of person you were? You were not okay with being a random lay. And that’s all you were to him while the two of you were together. So you asked again, “Why are you here Peña?”

Javi tapped the bar to signal to bring another over to him. As it was handed over he took a long swig before considering how to answer. He’d heard about the job you volunteered for. You wanted to go undercover as a prostitute at one of those damn parties. And immediately after what happened to Helena. God, he was already guilty over what happened with her. To think of you ending up the same way? Oh the thought drove him mad, “To tell you not to do it.”

His eyes only showed truth, his face falling way to an emotion you couldn’t quite pin, “Not do what?”

Javi felt anger flash through him, “Don’t play the role of stupid when you’re probably the smartest woman I have ever met. It’s not flattering.”

“Well, don’t play the role of protector when you’re the least attached person I’ve ever been with. It isn’t flattering, either, Peña. I’ll be fine, truly. Shouldn’t your attention be on Helena?”

Javi groaned internally. He’d fucked up on many levels when he slept with Helena while seeing you, but fucking hell it gained trust from Helena and he gained valuable information so he wouldn’t take it back even if he could. But fuck. He’d loved you, and thought you would understand since the two of you were chasing the same goal. No matter what. He cradled your face with one hand, his other carding through your hair as he spoke up, “If any part of you thinks that I didn’t consider myself attached to you mi amor, I clearly wasn’t showing you enough attention.”

You felt yourself sink into his touch. How could you not? Then you thought of his words from earlier, “If I want to go undercover Javi, then I’ll damn well do it.”

Javi sighed, “As anything but a whore.”

“Well fortunately for me, you don’t really get a say, do you?” With a look of defiance that couldn’t be missed, you took his beer from him and took a sip before walking back out to the dance floor with the bottle in hand. You weren’t going to let him ruin your plans with his controlling mood.

Meanwhile, Javi ordered another beer and lit up a cigarette. Those dark brown eyes swept over you on the sparsely crowded dance floor. He watched the way your hips picked up the rhythm of the music, the way the muscles of your stomach contracted and rolled, drawing his eyes to those amazing tits of yours, the curve of your raised arm pulling his sight up to the beer you held in hand above you like a prized possession. Then, as you turned to the rhythm the wild spill of your hair pulling his eyes back to that fucking ass of yours. Taking a sip, he spoke to no one save himself, “Those work clothes are a fucking tragedy.” He put his beer down, “Fuck me.”

Meanwhile, you turned your back to him because you couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you. As your hip rolled, you felt the warmth of Javi’s hand blooming along your stomach as he embraced you. You were about to object when he moved with you and you felt his cock grind into your ass. Instead, your objection turned into quiet submission. You tried not to think about the smug fucking grin that would be on his face either. But it had been so long, and that little bit of heat that just bloomed in your belly? It was delicious. You wanted to indulge it.

Javi took your submission and ran with it, pulling you tightly to him, making sure to follow your lead and move with you. His breath fell hot on your neck as you heard him groan out, “Still the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

A laugh escaped you, the breathiness of it giving way to just how he was affecting you, and you shot back, “S’that right? Could have fooled me.”

Then, right there on the floor, the people dancing around focused on themselves, Javi rolled his hips to grind into you as his hand moved up and fingers pinched at your nipple through your shirt. His teeth scraped along your neck and you shuddered.

Your rhythm stuttered and Javi bit at the top of your shoulder before speaking again, “There is no fooling you, mi amor, but I’d love to show you once again. If you’d only let me.”

Your mind was clouded. It really had been too long. In fact, there hadn’t been anyone since Javi. You could feel yourself growing slick as you thought about it, about him. The way he filled you was exquisite. It was partly why you hadn’t moved on. After all, how could anyone measure up to him? Quite literally. Javi must have taken your silence for wavering, which it was, because he pleaded against your ear, “Please fucking let me.”

His hand was still grasping your breast, fingertips occasionally brushing your sensitive peak as the two of you continued to move to the music. As Javi pleaded, his hand tightened and you nearly fell forward to give him more, a moan escaping you but hidden by the music. Though, Javi heard it. His tongue ran over the sensitive spot of your neck as he continued kneading into your flesh. As he sucked hard on your neck, you moaned out, “S-show me.”

His hand immediately let up as his mouth kept teasing your neck. It wasn’t lost on you that his hand kept venturing down until it rested right at the waist of your skirt, pinky and ring finger below the fabric and against your skin. Your hips slowed and Javi tsked in your ear, “You don’t get to slow down until I say, mi amor. I love you too much like this.”

Your eyes flew open as you realized what he intended, only to be met with the realization that he moved the two of you while you were dancing so that you were facing a corner. Still though. It was so exposed. You grew even slicker. But still, despite your excitement, you tried to speak up, “Javi, righ”-

You heard his teasing voice, “No. I have to have a piece of you before you change your mind.”

His hand slipped further, his other fingers finding home beneath the waistband of your skirt. As he came into contact with the patch of hair above your pussy he pulled on it, making you hiss in pain, “Such a dirty little puta you are. No pretty little panties? Scared that greedy little coño would make a mess of anything you decide to put on?”

You shook your head, a gasp escaping you as he pulled again ever so lightly. He chuckled darkly into your ear, “So when I sink fingers into you and stretch you out, it’s not going to make a mess of my hand? Because”- his fingertip trailed along your wet, puffy lips -“I think you’ll be begging for more, even if it’s not from words.”

As you went to speak, his middle finger sank into you as his hand cupped your mound. His thick finger felt so good inside of you. As he pumped it in and out, your arousal coating him, his free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you dancing for him. You were panting within moments. Your lust quickly took over, soft mewls escaping you and fading into the music. Javi smiled victoriously, pulling his finger out and moving his hand to stroke your clit with his saturated finger and you pushed back against him with a jolt or surprise at the contact. His middle finger kept stroking you as he asked huskily into your ear, “Maybe after I’ve fucked you senseless, I’ll play with this perfect ass you’re teasing me with. You always did like that, mi amor.”

“Oh god”- he was barely doing anything in the grand scheme but it felt so good, and you were so close so quickly. You hated the word that came out next. You hated it because it meant he won but you couldn’t help yourself as you begged -“please.”

You heard the two words you’d heard so many other times, and you braced yourself as he whispered “my pleasure” before sinking his middle and ring finger deep inside of you. He was right. Your greedy pussy took them with ease as he started crooking his fingers, hitting that deliciously sensitive spot you loved so much. Your head fell back and his mouth captured yours to swallow the sounds you were making. You could feel yourself nearly weeping around his fingers and you moaned into his mouth as he slipped a third finger inside of you, stretching you further.

To anyone behind the two of you, you looked like you were slowly dancing, caught in a passionate embrace. Javi was working quickly because he wanted you to cum like this for him: in public, his fingers buried in you, you moaning into his mouth as his tongue tasted you after not having you for far too long, creaming on his fingers before he fucked you filthy in the closest alley. You were a lot of things. But innocent and pure wasn’t one of them. Not when you were with him, anyway.

Soon, he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and he ripped your orgasm from you as his thumb messily worked your clit. Your free arm tightened around his neck, the other joining and causing the crash of broken glass from the beer bottle you’d been holding as your body spasmed against his front. He returned the moan as he felt you squirting all over his hand. Then again, you always did like a little touch of exhibitionism. Though, this was the most exposed either of you had ever been.

Javi slowed his fingers before eventually pulling out and taking his hand from your skirt. You broke the kiss and opened your mouth just like you used to, taking his fingers and licking them clean before he spun you around and claimed your mouth again, tasting the sweetness of your pussy on your lips like the drug that it was. His hands were in your hair, pulling, claiming, holding you. You broke the kiss again, just to ask the words he never thought he’d hear you say again, “Wanna get out of here?”

The two of you didn’t make it very far as you pulled him into an alley right around the corner and kissed him again. Eager for him, your fingers unzipped his pants and reached through to feel the silkiness of him. He hissed at the contact before commanding, “Hold my gun for me, bonita.”

You reached around and took his gun from the back of his pants and yelped with excitement as he lifted you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. Backing you up against the wall, you felt the sting of brick as you collided. Javi quickly finished getting his pants undone before pulling himself out and sinking you down on him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he drove into you. He didn’t kiss you to keep you quiet so you cried out. He let out a laugh as he pulled all the way out and slammed into you again to get the same reaction. Your free hand clung to his hair as you moaned, full of him, “You feel ‘s good ‘s I remember, Jav. Please”- a desperate, needy sound escaped you as he bucked up into you again -“fuck me so good.”

“Well, what the lady wants…” he teased as his hips snapped up again.

Except this time he didn’t slow down after.

He was relentless as he drove into you, your moans joining the filthy sounds your pussy was making for him as your arousal kept building. It wasn’t until someone walked up that either of you thought about the noise, though. A man, maybe in his thirties, came to check out the source of the sound. Javi was too busy telling you how much he missed you, missed the way your pussy felt wrapped so tightly around him, how he’d make you feel so good you’d never be able to think straight again, and the way he planned to ruin any other man for you. Your eyes opened in a lustful haze to see the man standing maybe fifteen feet away, tucked into the shadows, stroking his cock to the two of you.

The idea of this stranger watching you get fucked senseless by Javi made your orgasm come on much quicker and you moaned, “Javi, m’gonna cum. M’so close.”

Javi knew from experience what that meant you wanted and his hand pulled up your cropped shirt and pulled down the lace of your bra, so eager to please you he ripped the material. He didn’t linger on that though as he quickened his pace and at that same time kneaded into your breast again, pulling harshly on your nipple to give you that touch of pain that you always loved. You cried out, “Oh fuck…”

He fucked you through your orgasm, telling you how pretty you looked and how good you felt cumming on his cock like his favorite little whore. It wasn’t until your pussy spasming on his cock slowed that he pulled out and grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “I love that look you get when you’re so fucked out you can’t think straight. I’m gonna put you down now and when I do, you're gonna kneel for me and open that pretty mouth, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement and unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

He smiled softly as you kneeled before him, opening your mouth and suddenly feeling emptier at the sight of his cock covered in your cream and slick. He leaned over to pull up the other side of your crop top and pulled down on your bra, commenting, “It’d be a crime to not see those perfect tits of yours. Now”- he stroked his cock as he stood back straight and you watched as his precum leaked from the tip -“I’m ready to feel that mouth of yours again, sweetheart.”

He let go of his cock, heavy with his arousal, and watched as you quickly grabbed hold and sucked on the tip first. The salty taste of his precum mixed with you was heady and you instantly remembered what you loved about this. You took more of him into your mouth and hummed in approval as he licked his fingers clean from stroking his cock.

Your hand stroked from the base of his cock to halfway up where it met your mouth and his head fell back in satisfaction, “That’s it baby, show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

His words of praise mixed with his sounds of satisfaction urged you on to take more and more of him until you were nearly to the base and gagging on him, pulling back. Javi rolled his head back up and grabbed hold of your hair at the scalp before commenting, “It’s been a minute since you’ve had so much in your mouth, hasn’t it? Let me help you.”

He guided you back so that his cock was pressing at the back of your throat, and you resisted your gag reflex as his large hand wrapped around your throat and massaged it, “Open up for the rest of me.”

With a sound of pure satisfaction, he gently edged the rest of his cock into your mouth until he was fully seated and your eyes were pricking with tears.

He slowly pulled back and rocked his hips forward and set a slow pace. Eventually, he let go of your throat and both hands were pulling hard on your hair as he began fucking your mouth. As his pace quickened, he smiled down at you when he saw your scarce mascara was smeared from the tears, “Poor”- a grunt escaped him- “baby” -another grunt as he thrust harder that time- “girl.”

He settled for the harder pace and continued on, “Taking me so good with the pretty fucking mouth.”

Your saliva dribbled down your chin as he continued using you. Using your fingers, you swiped at it and pulled up your skirt to ride your own hand for some sort of friction or satisfaction. Everything about the way he was looking at you, fucking your mouth, praising you…it had you absolutely feral for more of him. When he looked down again, Javi nearly growled with a feeling of possession. You were his, and he was yours. He teased you, “Like I said bonita, greedy little coño.”

That’s when Javi heard it. The guy who had been watching. He let out a bit of a grunt as he came. Javi shoved your head back down on him, holding you there as he commanded, “Hand me my gun.”

You held the gun up and as soon as your hand was freed your nails dug into his thigh in protest to how he held you down. He let up and you were left gasping for air, strings of spit keeping you connected to him, and he pointed his gun at the man, “Sal de aqui! Rapido!”

The man didn’t even get himself tucked back into his pants as he stumbled away, cursing. A laugh escaped you and Javi looked down at you, a rueful grin on his face, before he joined you in laughter, “We may have gone a little overboard, mi amor.”

He helped you up and you fixed your bra and your shirt. You looked down at his cock, still heavy. Grabbing hold of it, you smiled, “Still” - you turned around to face the wall, looking over your shoulder at him with a smirk - “it’d be a shame to waste a good time. No?”

As you stuck your ass out, Javi lifted your skirt up and stared in admiration. That was until his hand came down on the flesh. The sound of it was loud and you immediately yelped, sighing in contentment as he rubbed the tender spot. Then again. And again. He’d rub the tenderness away, and then a little bit harder. It wasn’t until your flesh was a bright, beautiful red that he knelt behind you and spread your ass cheeks. When his tongue came into contact with your tight little hole you let out a gasp.

Minutes passed and after his tongue had relaxed you, you felt his fingers swipe at your still needy lips before prodding your ass. You bit your lip to smother the sounds you were making. This felt more private, and you did not want to draw attention. He pulled his fingers away and spread your cheeks again, smiling at the fact that you were the slightest bit more opened up before spitting right onto your hole and using his thumb to press at the tight ring of muscle. Before long, you were taking his thumb as he pushed it in and out of you.

After a few moments he spit again and again as he continued fucking your ass with his thumb, pushing the spit deeper inside of you and once you were comfortable he took his thumb out and fingered your messy pussy with his ring and middle finger before taking those to your ass. As he settled into you, he spoke with adoration, “Every inch of your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”

When you didn’t answer, your moans taking over, his free hand came down on your ass hard before he spoke roughly, “Answer me.”

“Yes!”

His fingers came out of your ass and you missed the fullness until he stood up behind you and lined his cock up with your hungry pussy. He bottomed out into you hard and fast, “Do you have any doubt now, how attached I am to you? Every ounce of missing me you experienced, I can promise you I felt the same tenfold. Now, let’s get you cumming on my cock so I can take and fill that ass, alright?”

His fingers found your clit and began rubbing as he kept fucking you and you very quickly hit your high, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with the angle he was at. You called out his name, and for God, and he pulled out with your pussy still spasming and clenching for him.

A cry of pleasure ripped out of your mouth as he began to push his cock against your ass, slowly taking you. He was the only one that ever took you like this and the emotions of having him once again rushed over you. The words fell from your mouth before you could contain them, “I missed you Jav. Fuck I missed you. I love you.”

A smile appeared on his face at your confession, perfectly timed for when he bottomed out. He kissed your neck and that tongue of his fell on that sensitive spot again as he slowly rocked. You groaned at the fullness and he whispered, “Tight little hole is still all for me, isn’t it?”

As he started reclaiming your ass, his hand worked around to your front and his thick fingers filled you and you nearly wept as you answered him, “Yes, Jav. Y-YES! All”- you came around his fingers with how full you were and he moaned as your perfect ass squeezed him tighter - “it’s all for you. I’m yours!”

“Tell me, mi amor, tell me you’re not gonna take the job. That you're not gonna”- Javi’s other hand came up around your neck, “Tell me you won’t go that far. Tell me the woman I love won’t- that y’won’t- oh fuck me, gonna cum in that perfect ass. Fill you up like- m’like all the other tim- FUCK!”

His shoulders tensed as he bottomed out, holding himself there as his cum shot out in hot thick ropes and filled your ass just like he promised. As he slowly pulled away and out, his warmth inside of you a comfort as your skirt dropped, you turned to face him. Your eyes looked shrewish as you studied him, “You love me? Really?”

A smile spread on his face as he lit a cigarette, “Yeah, yeah I do. Besides, you feel the same way about me.”

“Mmm, you know…it’s a shame that you smoke these disgusting things, Jav.” You reached up and took the freshly lit cigarette out of his mouth before throwing it down and stepping on the embers. A small smile lit up your face as you added, “If you could drop it, you’d be nearly perfect.”

Javi studied you before adding, “Come home with me. I want to wake up to you again. Fuck you in the sunlight. Let the waking world know just whose dick you love.”

You held back a laugh before slowly nodding your head, “Yeah, yeah okay. Besides, you have a nicer bed than me, mi perra grande. And um, I'll talk to the captain, Jav. I'll tell him I need more time to consider it.”

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myfictionaldreams · 4 months

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I have such a specific idea for poly marauders so please bare with me .

James and Sirius were out to a fancy party and they come home early to see reader and remus having sex in the kitchen , remus has her spread on the table while he fucks her and she arches her back and sees sirius through blurry vision and calls his name, remus doesn’t notice them so he thinks shes calling her other boyfriends name “ wrong boyfriend sweetheart “ so he fucks her harder until she calls his name “ there you go love”.

You could continue this however you would like Maybe james and Sirius join them. I also love the idea that after everything when they’re showering she reassure remus and says something like “ it’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you , you’re all consuming “ and the boys agree THATS SO CUTE.

I’m so sorry that this is long and graphic.

Say My Name // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Whoever you are, anon, I thank you for giving me this request because, holy shit, it has turned me (and Remus) absolutely feral, and I have no regrets.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, werewolf troupes, feral remus lupin, dom/sub undertones, possessive sex, size difference/kink (!), praise kink, dirty talk, self-confidence issues, gentle touching/kissing, rough oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, overstimulation, table sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, crying, body worship, anxiety attack (nearly), restraints, blindfold, begging, aftercare :)))

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“You both look so damn handsome!” you admire dreamily with a thick lace of sarcasm as you tighten the burgundy scarf around Sirius’ neck. The mischievous glint in those twinkling grey eyes brightened as he rolled them in jest, matching the doting smirk on his full lips. “Maybe you should forgo the leather jackets more often for the waistcoats”, you say with a lustful undertone to your words as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Hmm, you think so?” he asks, dipping his height ever so slightly so that he could press his lips to yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss that still managed to pull desire in your abdomen as you leaned in for more but whined as he stood back to full height and straightened the waistcoat you loved so very much.

From behind you at the entrance to the bathroom, James was attempting to knot his bowtie when he wondered, “Are you sure you both don’t want to come with us? We each can have a plus one, which means there’s room for two. We don’t mind being fashionably late”. Glancing over your shoulder, you took in his slick attire that also caused warmth to bloom beneath your cheeks. A simple black jacket shaped perfectly for his slim waist, a crisp white shirt beneath and a matching shade of burgundy to Sirus was the colour for his tie.

The matching colours were an idea of Remus’, who was lounging across the mammoth bed, his long legs stretched out beneath him with one ankle crossed over the other. He watched James intently, the corner of his eye twitching at the messy-haired Marauder's attempts to tie his bowtie.

Remus stood and approached him, batting away James’ fingers as he began to do the job for him. You watched them fondly before answering the unanswered question. “No, it’s ok, James. Remus and I have a lovely night filled with a romantic home-cooked meal and a fancy bottle of wine. Who knows where the night may take us? Might end in some lovely… hand holding”, you say with a simple shrug to your shoulders, returning to straightening the already pristine waistcoat of Sirius.

“Oh yeah? Some strong hand-holding, Moony, is that what you’ve got planned? You might need to up your game”, Sirius jokes under his breath as he watches your fingers closely with a dipped head.

Remus snorted, smiling to himself, knowing that your night would be filled with anything but hand-holding, especially as the hours ticked closer to the following day. It was approaching the full moon, not tomorrow but the next day, but that didn’t matter as the changes were already beginning to affect Remus, and it all started with his desire for possession.

The wolf in Remus took a keen liking to you, even from all those years ago when you met the Marauders on the train to Hogwarts. It was an obsession, a need that devoured him completely to be with you. It had been described to you like a mating. Remus’ wolf thought you were his mate; therefore, as the gap between Remus’ and the wolf’s mind thinned with the full moon, the desire would take hold of Remus. There was still the deep, adoring love that he held for James and Sirius, and thankfully, this stopped him from ever deeming them a threat against your love, but others? Well, that’s where the danger lay, and therefore, it was easier for everyone if you and Remus stayed in for the night rather than have a territorial wizard with werewolf anger in a room full of people.

“Remember to please be safe out there tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and for the love of Merlin, James, please don’t drink and fly again. I’m not having another incident like last time”.

“Yes, Mum”, James grumbles sarcastically as Sirius chuckles under his breath.

“I’ll make sure that Prongs is on his best behaviour”, Sirius reasons with you as his hands come to rest around your waist, pulling you ever so gently closer.

“Good”, you say promptly, whilst curling a piece of his long hair around your fingers before reaching up to kiss his lips with a fierce press. “You look so handsome tonight,” you try to praise him as your mouths are still kissing together.

“Don’t I always?” he responds cheekily, earning a half-hearted eye-roll as he eases away, swapping places with James so that he can say goodbye to Remus and James with you.

Your fingers automatically try to tangle through James’ hair, attempting to flatten out the messy strands, but after a couple of minutes of attempts, James tugs you by your wrists. “I don’t know why you even bother; you know my hair will just stay messy. Anyway, doesn’t it add to my roguish good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he gives you a broad grin whilst kissing each of your palms.

Your fingers cup his freshly shaved cheeks, caressing the smooth skin as you say, “I hope you have fun tonight”, whilst leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much vigour as you could hear from the groans across the room with Sirius and Remus.

James sighed into the kiss, one hand matching yours by resting along your cheek and the other on your lower back as his lips pecked across your face until hovering next to your ear. “If you need us to come back, just send a note as we taught you; two flicks of your fingers and it should disappear, and we’ll come back straight away”.

Nodding your head in understanding, James kissed your cheek quickly before standing up to his full height and looking over at the other two men. “Sirius, take your tongue from Moony’s mouth; we must go!”

You tried to stifle your laughter as the two men pulled away from each other with rosy cheeks and wet lips.

Sirius and James disappeared with a flurry of green fire through the flu network installed in your shared home's kitchen. Remus turned to you with a heartwarming smile as he asked, “Shall we put some music on and start with dinner, love?”

You left it in Remus’ capable hands to find suitable music on his record player, and it ended up being a medley of David Bowie, which you were always happy to listen to. The two of you worked in unison to cook a beautiful roast dinner, moving around one another without getting in the way but making sure to remain at arm's length. Lingering touches to arms or backs, sipping slowly on the bottle of wine as Remus sang along to Bowie under his breath. You’d told him he could sing louder as you wanted to hear him, but he simply smiled and kissed your cheek, like he was embarrassed at being caught, but it was a rare day where Remus Lupin was embarrassed about anything.

The dinner was beautifully cooked, and there was enough for many more people than just you and Remus. Soon enough, you were stuffed full, thankful for deciding to wear a loose dress today with your expanded stomach. Remus was still eating as you sat and slowly digested your food, talking idly about fond memories from Hogwarts and how your work had been this week. Just anything domestically happy that the two of you could as you shifted closer in your seat so that his large scarred palm could rest on your thigh and your fingers interlock over the back of his hands.

“It’s a rare time when it gets to be just the two of us”, Remus muses, his hand squeezing your fingers and thighs as he pushes away his empty plate, his eyes solely focused on you.

“It’s been nice. As much as I love having all four of us together, sometimes it’s hard to keep up and give each of you all my attention, so when it's just one-on-one, it feels so intimate, wouldn’t you agree?”

His eyes softened as he nodded, “I definitely agree. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way. Have I told you that?”

Warmth filled your cheeks as you looked away to the glass of wine in your other hand. Even after all these years, one small compliment from Remus felt like the world, and it wasn’t the first time he had said that tonight; he’d said it every other sentence, but that didn’t hinder the giddy feeling from spreading in your chest.

“You, Mr Lupin, are a smooth talker”, you say, drinking a sip of your wine, ignoring his growing smile. Placing the glass onto the table, you shifted closer to Remus, resting a hand on his chest as you realised how much time had passed over the night. “So pudding, what would you like? I think we have some ice cream in the freezer, or if you’re lucky, James would have left us a couple of slices of his mum’s cake from yesterday”.

Remus didn’t answer immediately as you realised he was just silently watching you with the beautiful twinkle back in his eye, a curve to his lips that you itched to caress with your thumb. But then, he shifted forward in his seat so you were only mere inches from your faces touching, and the soft flop of his mousey brown hair fell into his eyes. “You’re so pretty, Remus”, you admire and then hold back a giggle as his cheeks flare with colour at your compliment.

“Pretty and scarred”, he muttered in response, cupping your wrist and bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them carefully.

Your automatic response was to shout at him. It wasn’t that he had said anything remotely negative, but you knew the self-conscious thoughts that laced his words that he rarely spoke but still thought. You wanted to remind him of the hundreds of times he had ever scolded you for making negative comments about yourself or any self-doubt. Still, if you did, you knew it would ruin the positive mood for the night, so you wanted to continue with words of affirmation.

Closing the gap between each other, you kissed the tip of his nose whilst cupping both cheeks, paying specific attention to the thick pink scar that ran down from his temple, over his brow and his cheek. “I love you, scars and all”.

Remus’ tension seemed to ease from his shoulders as he breathed lightly out of his nose, his face lowering to rest on your shoulder as you held him for a moment before he began to stand and offered a hand, “What about a dance m’lady, then I’ll find you something sweet to suck on for desert”.

Ignoring the innuendo, you grinned up at him, placing your hand into his much larger palm. James and Sirius had lessons growing up from their families on how to dance for special balls they were forced to attend. You and Remus, on the other hand, were utterly clueless, but this only added to the joy and laughter as you both clumsily tried not to step on the other's toes or twirl without knocking into furniture.

You’d laughed so hard that a stitch formed in your side, causing the vivid dance to settle into a light sway. Your head rested on Remus's shoulder as his cheek pressed against the top of your head, arms around your shoulder as he lightly sang the next Bowie song.

Everything was perfect, especially as his rough fingertips danced up the nape of your neck, carefully tipping your head back so that you were now staring up into his kind eyes, his lips no longer moving along to the lyrics as he licked them carefully, moistening them before dipping his head. The kiss was as gentle as his hands now cupping your face, and you wondered for a moment if you were lightheaded from holding your breath in anticipation or from the effects of having your boyfriend kissing you.

Remus was soft, lovely and perfect as he eased away to put a gap between your mouths, but only so that he could adjust his position by keeping one hand on your jaw and the other around your waist before taking your breath away once more. Instantly, your body rose to the tips of your toes to be closer to him and firm the kiss.

The breath you’d both been holding released, noses pressing into each other's cheeks as the warm air tickled your ears. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and as you relaxed into the kiss, many things seemed to happen at once.

The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and the soft Remus you’d been carefully kissing and exploring with your lips was now firmly gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you whilst simultaneously stepping towards the table as you squealed in shock, desperately gripping his shoulders for support.

Plates and glasses smashed onto the floor as Remus shoved aside the lovely table setting so that there was a firm blank canvas for you to be led on.

“Woah, Remus, just give me a minute.” You try to reason with him to at least get your bearings. Having been standing up two seconds ago, you were now led on your back with your boyfriend having become frantic with his actions. His shoulders shook with restraint, and his eyes didn’t lift from the edge of your skirt as he reached for the material. Not only this, but the brightness in his eyes had one, replaced with sinful hunger.

“Need you-” he muttered with a gruffness that hadn’t been there moments ago.

This was why you’d decided to stay in. Sometimes, Remus would curl around your body with the need to simply just breathe you in and declare that you were his; he’d become somewhat feral.

The fire in your body scorched to life as the need seeped into your core. As lovely as it had been, seeing him like this just did something to you. You wanted him just as desperately.

Frantically, you tried to help him lift up your skirt, but he was in control, pushing the material and tearing it in places with his firm grip until your legs and underwear-covered pussy were revealed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to dribble as you tried to reach for him to tell him to take a breath and compose himself, but all you were able to do audibly was scream out, head tipping back as Remus devoured you.

The Marauder hadn’t even waited for your underwear to be removed before his mouth was on you, hands not-so-gently wrapping around your thighs to push your legs apart, the slippers you’d been wearing now flying off in different directions across the kitchen. It was like he’d not eaten a single thing all night with the way his lips and jaw moved against your most sensitive of areas.

The sensation was odd with the barrier of cotton in between your cunt and his mouth. All you had was the pressure, wetness beginning to soak through from his tongue and the overwhelming heat from his mouth. Remus moved hungrily, licking and caressing with his mouth as you lay with your arms gripping onto the edge of the table above your head.

“Rem-Remus! Merlin, please don’t stop!” you begged desperately, allowing your body to succumb to his touch. You couldn’t even open your eyes without feeling dizzy with the sensations of his body all over your lower half as he pressed his tongue firmly against your throbbing clit, circling it with intention.

The hands on your thighs pushed harder, giving his face more room as a deep groan burned from his chest as he needed more. Still, as you whimpered from him to not stop, he stayed in place, stimulating your clit over and over again until your body was tensing with the pulses of desire from your cunt as your orgasm erupted.

His motions continued through the waves of pleasure, and even after, he carried on with his devouring, even as you verged on the edge of becoming overstimulated from the rough material of your panties rubbing against your delicate area. Remus needed more, and he was ready to take it.

The pressure on the back of your thighs suddenly disappears as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, giving you a better angle now to reach down and run your shaky fingers through his soft hair.

With your eyes firmly closed, you hadn’t noticed that your underwear had been torn clean from your body, only noticing when there was no barrier between what you both wanted. Your back arched from the stimulation of him sucking on your bundle of nerves, making an obscenely wet noise as your juices and his saliva caused a heavenly mess.

Your legs had begun squeezing his face as you weren’t able to control your body, but he didn’t stop; he just simply continued to eat your pretty cunt. “Please….please Remus”, you continued to beg but unsure of what as you were thoroughly warm head to toe with the effects from your last orgasm, but his playful mouth knew just the right ways to keep you at the elevated bliss.

The thickness of his tongue pressed against your throbbing hole, delving as deep as he could go before curling it and exploring the warm softness of your cunt as the tip of his nose stimulated your clit.

It was intense, primarily as his large hands now rested on your abdomen, pushing down and forcing your hips to remain against the table so that he could remain in complete control of the stimulation to your body.

Clenching relentlessly around his tongue, your body couldn’t tell if it was calming down from an orgasm or having another. The overwhelming sensation caused tears to well in your eyes as the apples of your cheeks burned with heat. Everything was too much; even the clothes covering your torso felt claustrophobic as your nipples ached to be free.

“Ah!” you babbled, unable to even say his name as more intense waves of pleasure rocked from your cunt as it pulsed around his tongue. The tears escaped down your cheeks as you tried to gasp for air, your body finally slumping in exhaustion against the table as Remus began to stand from where he’d been on his knees for you.

Each of your legs was carefully eased from his shoulders to dangle off the edge of the wooden surface, not that you could keep them up anyway, as your entire body felt as if it was made of jelly.

“Did so good for me, Love. Taste so fucking good, wanna try?” he asked from where he now looked down at you, hovering only inches away from your face as his fingers wiped away the evidence of the tears. You nod quickly, opening your eyes for a split second to see Remus’ dark eyes and swollen, wet lips before they were pressing against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and allowing you the vulgar opportunity to taste your own juices from his mouth.

“My pretty girl tastes so good”, he admired, staring down at you, memorising every flicker of emotions on your face. You mewled at the compliment, nuzzling your face pathetically into his palm as he cradled your face. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it”.

His tone indicated that he was teasing, which was a rare attribute for Remus as he usually just liked to do whatever he had in mind, but when he was like this, wishing to get the very most from you as his werewolf subconscious began to flicker through his thoughts.

“You, I want you. Please!” you stress whilst trying to look up at him, fingers trembling at your side with the need to touch him somehow.

The corners of Remus’ lips tilted up as he smiled down at you, “Have I ever told you how much I love to hear you beg?”

Before you could respond, you were gasping as coolness licked over your chest as he’d swiped his wand down the centre of your clothing until it was falling off of your shoulders, and your body could be free from the confines. His eyes lowered, focused on your pebbled nipples as they begged for him to be touched, but he didn’t rush to them.

Instead, Remus began the long journey of exploring the rest of your body with firm kisses and licking with the flat of his tongue. He paid special attention to your neck, as he always did this close to the full moon as his sharp teeth grazed over your pulse point, the animalistic side of his begging to bite down and mark his girl, but he restrained, knowing it would be painful for you. The last time he’d done so, he’d had a right bollocking off of James and Sirius, who prattled on about how you weren’t his chew toy, even though you had insisted that it was ok.

Moving lower, Remus worshipped your breasts. He was licking the skin around the areola before drawing your nipple and some breast tissue into his mouth, sucking with enough force that the area swelled with the rush of blood. The fire in your core intensified as you gained enough energy to lift your hands and grip his shirt.

“I need you, Remus, please stop teasing me”, you beg, but all that earned in response was an approved grunt.

“Relax, and just let me kiss you”, he sniped with desire as you wanted to sass back but found yourself melting into the table instead. Each inch of your stomach, hips, legs, arms, everywhere he could reach in this position, he praised with his mouth until he was once again hovering above your lips. “All I can think about is you”, he admitted, his tone caught between hunger and pain as his thoughts were becoming too clouded by the wolf’s desire to be close to you.

Your fingers combed through his hair as you tried to sound as calming as possible, “I know, Remus, it’s ok. I’m right here. Take me”.

A shiver ran down his spine as he finally began to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his cock between your bodies as he rested on his elbows on either side of your face so that his face could nuzzle into your neck.

You took the honours of reaching between your legs, grasping his impressively hard cock, admiring the soft skin and veins that bulged as you pulled him closer to where you needed him most.

“Tell me you’re mine”, he begged as you directed his tip to your soaked hole.

Tilting your head so that you could kiss his cheek, you implored, “I’m yours Remus - FUCK!”

All you could do was curse and cling to him as, with one powerful thrust, the majority of his cock stretched into your pussy. You could never take his entire length unless it were through anal play, but that didn’t stop him trying as the pressure became overwhelming as he nudged against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled once more as he gave you time to adjust, sighing blissfully against your neck as if he had finally found what it was that he was looking for. However, as your cunt frantically fluttered around Remus as you adjusted to the intrusion, Remus began to rut his hips in short, snapping thrusts slowly.

You groaned at the sensation and found your hips meeting his until all restraint was gone, and Remus was fucking you hard and fast.

Pushing up on his hands so that he was looking down at you, Remus fucked you hard. The table beneath you groaned just as loudly as you were as it rocked against the floor, and for a split second, you hoped it wouldn’t suddenly collapse beneath you two.

Remus suddenly moved as if hearing your thoughts, widening his stance as he stood to his full height, hands on your thighs and bringing your body to the very edge of the table. In this position, he could fuck you with quick snaps of his hips. Your back arched in this new position, pleasure pouring into your soul.

However, a noise over the sound of the fucking caught your attention as the fire flickered with green flames, and you couldn’t help but gasp, “Sirius!” as he stepped out of the fire, followed closely by James.

Remus, still with his head hunched slightly from where he was watching you intently, growled at the name used, his gaze hardening on you as he leaned back until you looked into each other's eyes. “Wrong name, Sweetheart”, he demanded lowly, fucking into you with as power as he could, causing you to cry out and tense with the pleasure. “I only want my name coming out of your mouth, do you understand?”

“Yes, Remus! I’m sorry!” you plead with him as he fucks you harder.

“There you go, Love. See, it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” As he talks, he lifts his hands and covers your eyes so you can no longer look at Sirius or James as you’re plunged into darkness.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Moony”, James teases from somewhere across the room as you hear him and Sirius shuffling around but are unable to see what they are doing.

Remus grunts but doesn’t stop with his motions, making sure that your next orgasm is just as overwhelming and powerful as the others as your cunt clung to him for dear life, attempting to milk his balls with the powerful clenches but he didn’t stop fucking you all the way through your orgasm.

Having his hand over your eyes was a disorientating position to be in, especially as he would every so often kiss your cheek or neck, savouring your soft skin before moving away so that his momentum could continue.

A hiss echoed across the room from wherever your other two boyfriends currently were, and as another whimper sounded from what you assumed was Sirius, Remus then decided it would be a good time to completely pull out of your pussy, leaving you gaping and empty.

Before you could moan, more disorientation flowed through you as his hand was removed from your face, and your body was being manhandled so that you were now being turned over on the table until your front was pressed against the wood. With a gentle kick to your ankle, Remus made room between your legs for himself and fucked into you. He was even deeper in this angle, which you didn’t think was possible as his chest pressed against your back.

His and didn’t return to your face, allowing you to look at your other lovers. Sirius was currently sitting on James’ lap, both of their fancy clothes more dishevelled from earlier as the bowtie and scarf were off and the top buttons were undone. They stared intently at you and Remus as they touched one another. James was kissing the column of Sirius’ neck whilst his hands groped at the bulge at the front of his trousers. At the same time, Sirius was grinding his hips down on James, who you assumed had a matching bulge that was rubbing against Sirius’ arse.

“You’re mine, Love. Aren’t you? My pretty girl”, Remus whispered with deep penetrations of his cock into your cunt.

“Yes! I’m yours, Remus! You’re so deep”, you proclaim with a cry as you find yourself already wanting to peak and cum over his thick dick again. However, Remus knew you just as well as you knew yourself and could feel the tightening of your soft walls and stopped all thrusting as you sobbed with the beautiful feeling washing away.

His hand eased beneath your face, holding your jaw and forcing your sight away from your boyfriend's until it was tilted to look over your shoulder at Remus. “You only get to cum after them”, he demands before nipping your ear love with a sharp tug of his teeth.

“Moony, you really are tense, aren’t you” Sirius jokes breathlessly as he moves more eagerly against James, whose hand is now fully inside of his boyfriend's trousers, wanking him off in time with the movements.

Thankfully it didn’t take them long to cum, Sirius first with his head thrown back and trousers staining a dark colour in a little puddle. James then rutted up into Sirius a few minutes later, groaning and stilling his movements. Both breathed each other in deeply, lazily kissing and holding onto one another until your sudden gasp echoed around the room as Remus continued with his fucking.

Your head moved to drop onto the table as you accepted the fucking, but Remus’ hand remained beneath, cushioning your face from the hardness of the wooden table as his lips moved to the junction between your throat and shoulder.

With each thrust, Remus repeatedly grunted the possessive word, “Mine!” until it was all you could think about. Your orgasm nearly caused you to pass out with its intensity. Juices streamed from your cunt, dripping down your thighs as waves of clenching pleasure constricted around Remus’ cock until he was forcing as much of himself as he could into you, and thick seed spurted into you. The warmth was welcomed as it soothed your pussy from the inside out as it began to trickle down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

You were half aware of your movements, more concerned with the fact that you couldn’t control the tremble and sobs as Remus pressed himself harder over your back, making you feel grounded and safe.

“Shh. Slowly breathe in and out for me. That’s it. Slowly breathe for me again, keep going, well done”, Remus encouraged for some time as you’d been close to a panic attack with the overstimulation, close to tipping into the submissive headspace that would have taken them a lot longer to draw you out of.

“It’s just… a lot”, you say shakily, eyes closed and absorbing every warmth he was willing to give you”.

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you”, he reassured calmly.

You’re exhausted, ready to fall asleep right there on the kitchen table as you whisper, “I wanna go to sleep”.

Remus kissed your naked shoulder, “After we clean you up, ok, Love?”

As Remus begins to stand, his half-hard cock slipping out of your well-used hole with a slurp and shudder from both of you, did James finally step forward whilst readjusting his softening cock in his trousers.

Squatting down next to you, his fingers tentatively caressed your cheek while keeping an eye on Remus behind you to ensure the action wouldn’t trigger him somehow. “You alright there?” James asked softly.

“Mmhm. Just a little sleepy”, you say whilst closing your eyes at the ticklish touch on your face.

Sirius stepped forward from behind James, raising his wand and pointing it to the destroyed rest of the kitchen mess, “I’ll clean up here, you guys look after her, and I’ll join you in the bathroom”.

Remus had to carry you to the bathroom as liquid drips flooded out of you and marked the direction you had been giving Sirius more to clean up. As this house was altered for the four of you, the shower was wide enough to provide you with Remus and James plenty of room to wash together.

You attempted to stand up on your own but ended up leaning heavily on Remus as James washed the remnants of the fucking from your body was skilled, careful fingers.

“You know I didn’t mean to say the wrong name, right? I just didn’t expect to see them standing there and-” you begin to explain with Remus, worried he’d been upset by you saying Sirius’s name earlier.

However, his lips quickly cut you off with a simple peck, “I know”.

Kissing his cheek several times, you mumbled against his skin, “It’s hard to think of anything else when I’m around you. You’re all consuming, Remus”.

Against your lips, you feel the heat radiating off of him in a quick burst of rare embarrassment as he actually blushed at your words.

“She’s right, Moony. Without you, there is no us without you”, James quips in a rare statement of sincerity.

A cough from the bathroom door catches all your attention as Sirius casually leans against the door frame, cheeks round with roast potato as he joins in with the Remus praising. “There’s a reason why we all argue every night to see who gets to be spooned by the magnificent Remus Lupin”.

Three of you chuckled before you asked, “Are you eating my leftovers?”

“What?” he says with a shrug, stepping further into the room and beginning to take off his clothing at last. “The food was scarce at the party, and Moony’s roasties are always so fucking good”.

You nod in agreement before looking up at Remus once more, who looks quite proud of himself for the flow of compliments coming his way. However, as you attempted to lean up onto your tip toes again to kiss his handsome face in some way, your knees decided they were finished holding up your way as you nearly collapsed to the floor, only stopping because of his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“As much as I appreciate this little pep talk, I think we need to get someone to bed”.

Remus lay in the centre of the bed, where he rightfully deserved to be tonight with you on top of him, face resting on his chest and legs on either side of his hips as each of your hands held his. Sirius and James joined later, deciding they needed some extra alone time in the shower together, as the dry humping hadn’t entirely filled that horny spot for either of them.

You were asleep by the time both men crept into bed, resting either side of you and Remus with arms spooning around your back as the three shared a kiss goodnight. “How was your night?” Remus asked, looking between James and Sirius. “You’re both sober, so I’m assuming no mischief?”

“Oh, Moony, like we need alcohol to cause a riot. Why do you think we’re back so early?” Sirius declares whilst flicking out the laugh and curling in closer to the warmth of bodies as Remus chuckles into the darkness.

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