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Holy hands, will they make me a sinner ?

You seem to have a little secret. Regulus figures you out immediately.

regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: smut

“If you bore holes in them I won't be able to finish my essay, Y/n” 

His voice brings you back from the apparent state of trance you had unconsciously fallen into. Blinking rapidly, you regain perception of the walls of your dorm room surrounding you and the myriad of books scattered across your bed.  You shift your gaze to his gray eyes and you find them already set on you.

“Pardon ?” your voice has a confused edge that almost makes him chuckle.

“My hands” he explains, his tone as neutral as ever “You were staring”

Your eyes go a little wide, like you had been caught stealing the last chocolate frog of the stash. You swallow, trying to compose yourself as best as you can.

“I was doing no such thing” you declare, a bit too solemn and defensive to be the truth.

Regulus pins you with an unimpressed look, his left brow arching just enough to tell you that he isn't buying any of your bullshit.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips. 

It is no use hiding something from Regulus Black. He will find out one way or another, and you got caught right with your hands in the jar.

“Ok, fine” you admit, lifting your shoulders to make it seem like the most casual thing ever “I was looking at your hands”

Regulus’ expression doesn't change, but the glint of amusement flashing in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed.

“More like ogling, I would say” even his tone has a playful bite to it.

You like this side of him. The Regulus who is able to relax a bit and let go when he is surrounded by the people he is comfortable with.

But carefree Regulus also means menace Regulus apparently.

“I wasn't ogling” you grumble, rolling your eyes “I was just admiring them” 

His eyebrows furrow.

“Why ?” he seems intrigued as the question leaves his lips.

Why, he has the courage to ask.

Well the answer is that Regulus Black has the prettiest, hottest, most gorgeous hands you have ever laid eyes on.

They are elegant, slender, the little veins underneath the pale skin gracing your eyes with their presence with every movement he makes, every flex of his muscles, producing a delicious design that hypnotizes you. 

They are smooth but decorated by light calluses, undoubtedly caused by Quidditch, that create a divine contrast with his otherwise untainted skin.

His fingers are long, lean, clad in silver rings that make your mouth water with how exquisitely sultry they make him look.

And suddenly, but not surprisingly, you find yourself imagining what it would feel like to have those hands on you, exploring every inch of your body, dancing on your skin like flames dance in the cold hair of the night. The cool metal of his rings being at odds with your scorching hot skin, making you hiss as his skilled fingers create a burning path over your body, traveling everywhere. Your legs, your thighs, your hips, chest, shoulders and stopping right at your neck, wrapping delicately, reverentially around it. Worshipping the sensitive skin, feeling the erratic pulse of your heart and-

“You’re doing it again” his words interrupt your spiraling for the second time that day, sounding dry and apathetic as always, but a hint of teasing twinkles in the otherwise coldness of his eyes.

“You have nice hands, that’s all” you manage to say without giving away all the less than pure thoughts flooding your mind in that moment. “From an artist point of view, obviously” you add, shrugging, trying to make everything less than obvious.

You really hope Regulus didn't learn to cast a Legilimes in his free time, otherwise you were well and truly screwed.

Bringing up your passion for drawing is futile and you know it. You know he knows the drooling over his hands isn't for the sake of art. You can't fool Regulus Black, not even if you try to.

Which is both extremely annoying and criminally hot in your humble opinion.

But pretending is the only thing you can do to not feel embarrassed, holding onto the hope that maybe he doesn’t have you all figured out.

“So you’re saying that your interest is purely artistic ?” he cocks a brow as his head tilts slightly.

There’s something in his voice, in his eyes, that you can’t quite figure.

Your forehead scrunches in confusion.

“Yes, of course” you answer, trying to hide the stutter of your voice as best you can.

You are pretty sure he knows that you aren’t telling the truth, he somehow always knows. He reads you like an open book, and, for someone who doesn’t engage in showing his emotions too often, he is pretty damn good at reading the ones of others. 

So why that question ? You almost expected him to tell you to cut it out and get back to study because that essay isn’t gonna finish itself.

This is new, unexpected. 

Interesting.

“Would you like to draw them ?”

Your eyes go wide in surprise.

Wait.

What ?

Never, in all the years you have known each other, had he offered to model for you. 

He knew about you having an interest in arts, he even saw a couple of your drawings and paintings and he often asked about them and how they were coming up, but he never asked to be in them.

You never brought up the suggestion either. He is a reserved guy and he loathes having eyes on him, so you figured he would’ve never accepted even if you did.

That never stopped you from sketching him from afar, though. Those gorgeous features deserve to be portrayed.

But why the sudden proposition ?

You aren’t stupid. Regulus might know you like the back of his hand, but you could say the same about him. And this, whatever this might be, is not like him at all. 

Regulus never does anything for nothing, there is always an explanation, a reason to his every move. You think even his breaths are perfectly calculated.

But this time the why gets lost on you, and the harder you try to understand the less it all makes sense.

“I can see the gears in your brain twinsting and turning,” he says, calm and composed as ever.

He is sitting on your bed, the quill he was using to write his Charms paper now abandoned next to him. His back is perfectly straight, leaning on the headbord to support his weight. The raven strands of his hair create soft waves that frame his face in a delicate and enchanting way. His lips are stretched in a rare, playful smile, curling up slightly on the left side.

He is beautiful. Dangerously so.

“It’s just-” you are confused, there is no doubt about that, but most of all you are intrigued “You have never asked me before”

“I know” 

That’s his only answer. Simple, concise. Enigmatic. 

Just like him.

“So why now ?” 

The question escapes your lips before you can stop it. You can’t help it, curiosity is consuming you, and the possibility of learning a new part of him makes your skin tingle with excitement.

“Why not ?” he shrugs “There is a first time for everything, right ? So why not now ?”

There is still that glint of something in his eyes. You don’t know what it is, you don’t think you would be able to give it a name even if you knew, but it's there, and it’s strong.

“I’ll get my supplies then” 

You slowly get up from the bed, feeling your heart in your throat in a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and you retrieve your album and a pencil.

When you sit back down you notice that the books have been neatly stacked in a small pile next to your bed and all the papers, previously scattered all over your sheets, are nowhere to be seen.

“Figured we might need the space” he says, like he read your mind.

“Thank you”, you give him a small smile before opening your album, turning the pages one by one, until you find a blank sheet, ready to be filled.

“Where do you need me ?” 

The way he utters those words with the utmost nonchalance, apparently unaware of the effect they have on you, nearly sends you into cardiac arrest.

Everywhere, you think, before mentally smacking yourself.

You need to get a grip, for Merlin’s sake.

“Right there is fine,” you're able to say without your voice faltering “just angle your hands towards me, so the light is right”

He does as he is told, adjusting his position and moving his hands a bit to the right, veins in full display and rings shining under the warm rays of the sunset seeping through the window.

“That’s good” your mouth is suddenly dry as you gulp at that sight.

He is a bit far, and the light doesn’t hit as perfectly as you had expected, but you’ll work with it. If squinting your eyes a bit is the price to maintain your mental sanity then so be it.

Then you start drawing. The only sound filling the room is the gentle scraping of your pencil as your eyes focus on the white sheet in front of you, your gaze shifting to his hands ever so often to take a peek at them, like you haven't learnt every detail by heart.

You can feel his eyes on you. You try not to focus on it, but the shivers those pools of the color of a summer storm send down your spine are difficult to ignore.

“You’re straining your eyes” he blurts out of the blue. And it’s not a question.

Observant as always.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, your gaze never leaving the paper “this distance is good for perspective” 

“But it’s a problem for the lighting”

Those words make you lift your head up, your brows knotted in a frown.

How does he-

“And what would you know about the lighting ?” you eye him suspiciously, a small grin curving your lips.

“I guess all your rambles about that muggle painter weren’t in vain” he says, and there’s a cheekiness in his tone that is completely new to you “Caravaggio, right ?”

Your grin turns into a full smile.

“Right,” you nod, your eyes widening a little “I can’t believe you actually remember”

“I remember a lot of things,” he remarks defensively.

“Only those important enough to you” the teasing in your voice is light, playful, as your pencil glides on the sheet swiftly, adding strokes and shadows here and there.

There’s a beat of silence.

One second. Two. Three. And then-

“Exactly”

Your hand halts every movement, freezing completely. You look up from your paper and you find his gaze already on you.

Suddenly you are lost. Your heart is beating so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually able to hear it.

The implications of that single word swirl in your brain, creating a hurracane of thoughts that almost gives you whiplash. 

He doesn’t give you the time to even think properly about what he may have just suggested, because he decides to speak again. 

“I can come closer if you need me to” his voice is lower, deeper, oozing with that same something he’s had in his eyes since he caught you staring at his heavenly hands.

You want to scream. You have no idea of what the hell is going on and it’s confusing the shit out of you.

You know he is asking for that forsaken drawing you still have in your lap, but it somehow doesn’t feel like it. The electricity in the room is so high it feels like an open cable sending sparks flying everywhere, setting the air on fire. 

The only coherent thought in your brain is a chorus of yes, please and nothing else.

So you cave.

“You can,” you manage to say, because the necessity to protect your sanity might be strong, but the need to have him close to you is apparently stronger “if you want to”

His gaze is so penetrating you feel it in your soul, consuming you from the inside out and setting your whole body ablaze.

It’s compelling, hypnotizing even. 

“This is not about what I want, Y/n”

Oh, the way those words leave his perfect lips, making shudders erupt all over your body should be studied. 

Your world shifts on its axes and it starts spinning ten times faster. Because he knows. 

He knows. 

“We're not talking about art anymore, are we ?” you ask, swallowing soundly as your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“Were we ever talking about that in the first place ?” his question is rhetorical. He doesn’t need an answer because he already knows it. He figured you out, like he always does.

So what was the point in pretending anymore ?

“No,” you admit “I guess we weren't” your trambling hands move the paper out of the way.

There is a spark in his eyes. It’s foreign, thrilling even, and it makes your skin prickle in the best way.

Suddenly he moves. He shifts his weight forward, approaching you slowly. The veins in his arms and hands bulging from the pressure and knocking the air out of your lungs in the process.

“So tell me” he whispers, crawling to you bit by bit, like a hunter advancing towards his prey. He seems to be calm, poised, totally in control of his body as he comes closer and closer.

It’s his eyes that betray him. 

They have always been the window to his feelings, talking more than his mouth even did. And right now they are burning, engulfed by a heat that makes your legs weak and your heart roar. The realization hits you, a rush of adrenaline running through your veins.

They are hungry.

“Tell you what ?” you stutter, unable to regain a hold of yourself. You can’t breathe, your palms are sweaty, you feel hot all over and he is close, so damn close.

He stops right in front of you, mere inches between your faces and a tension so heavy you can cut it with a butter knife.

“What you want” the warmth of his breath delicately caresses your skin. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, his eyes following the movement intently almost making you squirm under his gaze.

“You seem to know what I want” you murmur breathlessly, your body heating up in response to his proximity. 

Those hands, protagonists of some of the filthiest dreams you’ve ever had, are right next to you. Close enough to graze the skin of your thighs with his knuckles, but never indulging in the act. Like he is teasing you, waiting for you to beg for it. You shift your gaze to them and you swallow hard, the need to feel them on you growing stronger every second that passes. 

You are about to fucking combust.

His silver eyes are still fixed on you, intense and magnetic, as they follow your line of sight.

“I won't move a muscle unless you tell me to, Y/n” 

Those words, mouthed so close to your lips and mixed with the low, velvet-like husk of his voice, make your legs clench and your stomach churn in the best way possible.

You can’t take it anymore.

You move forward, abandoning your position on the bed to place your legs on each side of his hips, almost straddling him. Your hands are on his shoulders, helping you to keep your balance, feeling the lean muscles underneath the shirt as you hover over him.

His head tilts up, eyes sharp and hot and glued to yours. You hear him suppress a hiss as your thighs brush his hips. His arms are still next to him, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.

He is restraining himself. From touching you. 

Your thoughts are clouded, your mind hazy and completely out of it. The only thing you want right now is for him to place those perfect fucking hands on you and never stop.

“Do it” your voice is so weak and breathy it’s a miracle he hears you.

“Do what ?” he mouths, so close to your lips it makes your head spin.

You’re needy, desperate even, but you don’t care. You don’t have time to think right now. You want to feel.

“Touch me” you beg.

“Where ?” he sounds just as gone as you are, and you finally crumble.

“Everywhere”

It’s nothing more than a whisper but it shakes the both of you like an earthquake. 

You meet in the middle, your lips colliding and completely knocking the breath out of you.

His mouth is sinful, greedy, chasing yours with a hunger that almost makes you melt on the spot. You get lost in the softness of it, in the ungodly brush of your tongues making you moan breathlessly. You bite and nibble and lick and he follows you, matching the languid pace just as eagerly, as your hands tangle in his hair, pulling at the black strands delicately. The low groan that escapes his throat sends goosebumps all over you.

You are so focused on the filthy dance of your mouths that you almost miss the agonizingly slow graze of his fingers on the exposed flesh of your legs, gently tracing a path on your thighs.

The metal of his rings meets the hotness of your skin and you hiss.

Oh, it’s just as delicious as you imagined.

“Ah- fuck” you pant, millimeters away from him. Your head feels light, dizzy. 

You feel like you’re dreaming, lost in your own fantasies.

But his hands running up and down your thighs feel too fucking good to be just a product of your imagination. They travel slowly, excruciatingly so, making you lose your mind with every new inch of skin they explore. 

Until they sneak under your skirt, reaching your hips to gently knead the supple skin, applying enough force to bring you forward.

“Sit” It feels more like a plea than an order but-

Holy shit.

A gasp escapes your mouth before you can stop it.

Every cell of your body threatens to explode as he pushes your weight on him all the way, making you straddlle him completely.

“Fucking finally” he curses, more to himself than to you, like he has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

His eyes are dark, fogged up by lust and need, and it's the lewdest thing you have ever witnessed.

“I have never seen you like this” you whisper directly on his lips, nibbling on the plush flesh.

He smirks, smirks for Salazar's sake, as his fingers move, reprising their mission to make you lose every ounce of control.

“It seems you were busy looking at something else”

His thumbs rub the skin of your inner thigh in a hypnotizing manner, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

You whimper as they get closer and closer to your core, your grip on the junction between his neck and shoulder tightening in pleasure.

But he must take it as some sort of sign of discomfort because he halts suddenly.

“Want me to stop ?” his eyes search for yours, the veiled concern in them making your heart stutter.

“Don’t you even dare” you say, a mere breath away from him before you dive in, capturing his mouth again.

It's messy and dirty and you get addicted to his taste way too quickly.

His hands move up, massaging your skin at every caress of your tongues, until they reach the hem of your panties.

He moves away from your lips for a quick moment, and he looks at you.

The silent ‘Can I ?’ written in his eyes almost makes you swoon.

You nod your head.

“I need words, chérie” he whispers sensually.

The combination of his right hand so close to your most sensitive spot, his left one traveling up to your hip, holding it tightly, posessivly, and that fucking pet name almost make you cum on the spot.

“Yes” you practically beg.

Only then he resprises his journey of exquisit torture along your body.

“Shit-” you quiver as he kisses your neck, branding the sensitive skin with his lips and teeth. His hands move, fingers skilled and sinful as they reach your heat.

You mewl as they make contact with the light material of your underwear.

“Jesus Christ” hs hisses a groan “you’re soaked”

A series of choked out whimpers leaves your lips as he strokes his fingers over your panties, feeling your wetness through the fabric.

“Fuck- Reg” a moan ripples from your lips when his thumb brushes your clit tentativley, making you gasp. Your hands fly to his hair, lightly pulling the soft strands with trembling fingers.

“Look at you, all horny and needy over my hands” his voice is tantalizing but you can hear the breathlessness, the strain in it. He is affected by this just as much as you are and it makes you go almost feral.

“Please” you breathe. You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Your mind is too hazy, too fogged up by lust and need to have a single coherent thought in it.

But he sure does know, because his digits move your panties to the side, just enough to glide over your slickness, making contact with the tender skin of your folds and spreading your wetness all over.

Finally, finally the hands consuming your every thought are on you, right where you had craved and imagined them the most.

You arch your back in ecstasy, biting your lip.

And it’s when his middle finger eases inside of you, slowly breaching your velvety walls, that you lose it completely.

The air gets knocked out of your lungs, liquid fire engulfs every cell of your body, every nerve and muscle consumed by pleasure.

“Regulus-” it’s the only thing you manage to mewl as he slides in and out of you in a rhythm so sensual and sultry it makes you melt. The cold metal of his ring meets the warm, sensitive skin of your cunt with every prod, creating a delicious contrast.

You never break eye contact, your gazes locked together drinking in every little detail, every wave of bliss swimming in them.

“Is this what you fantasized about, love ?” he pants right on your lips “All the times I caught you staring, is this what you were imagining my hands doing ? Fucking you senseless, feeling how tight and needy you are ?”

His words are as dirty as his eyes as he slides another finger into you, making you inhale sharply and stretching you out so good you could almost cry. 

“Ohmygodyes” you moan as your hips start moving to their own accord, meeting the prodding of his fingers eagerly, riding his hand like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

“But this is not the only fantasy you have, right chérie ?” he teases, going faster, harder, pumping mercilessly and leaving you a blubbering mess.

His left hand leaves its place on your hip and moves up, grazing the soft skin of your stomach, the supple and tender flesh of your breasts, the natural dip of your collarbones, worshipping every inch of your skin in their path, until they reach their goal.

“I bet you thought about this too, didn't you ?” 

You were always sure this would remain just one of your daydreams, the kind of dirty thought that should remain in your mind and nowhere else. But Regulus Black was Regulus Black and reading you was one of his favorite hobbies.

It still comes as a surprise, though, when he delicately wraps his hand around your throat, resting it there, feeling every pulse of your heart, every pump of your blood and adorning your neck with the prettiest fucking necklace you could ever ask for.

“Yes” it’s nothing more than a breath, but it sends him into a frenzy. His right thumb rubs your clit relentlessly, adding to the unforgiving pace of his fingers sliding in and out of you with lewd, wet squelches. The whimpers coming out of your mouth are raw, filthy and downright pornographic as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your head is in the clouds, a hundred thousands miles from earth as the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of his hands on you, fucking you to your release as the one on your neck squeezes the faintest bit, enough to almost send you over the edge.

His left thumb leaves its place right above your jugular, moving upwards to caress your jawline, your cheek and, lastly, your lips.

You can feel the digit caressing the red, bitten flesh, brushing it with reverence, worshiping it with his whole being. His heated gaze is bewitched, entranced by your mouth parting, welcoming him past your lips, and lightly grazing the pad with your teeth, before enveloping it wholly, letting him feed you the taste of his finger.

“Bloody fucking hell, Y/n” he rasps, voice low and dangerously close to pleading as you suck on his thumb like it's the tastiest treat you have ever put in your mouth.

The hand on your cunt speeds its pace, pounding in and out of you like a fucking machine, the vibrations on your little bundle of nerves getting more intense by the second, sending you over the edge in a mess of moans and whimpers.

“Reg, fuck, I'm-”

You reach your release with his name on your lips, back arched and hips rolling to help you ride your orgasm on those unholy fingers of his. 

Your vision is blurred, your brain fuzzy and overwhelmed by bliss as you slowly come back to your senses.

It takes you a few seconds to regain control of your body and mind, but when you do you are graced with a vision you are sure you will never forget.

The ever composed and collected Regulus Black is right in front of you with his expression contorted in pure lust, eyes bleary and unfocused, hair tousled by your hands relentlessly stroking them, lips red and glossy from the heated kisses, tie loose, crooked and shirt crumpled.

He is a mess.

The hottest mess you have ever seen.

You're still not fully out of your head space when he speaks again.

“You're loud” he grins, his tone teasing but still a little raspy.

“You're filthy” you bite back weakly, your voice hoarse and strained. 

“Maybe. But I don’t think I'm the only one” 

The fingers that have been inside of you not even a moment ago are now in front of you, coated and glistening with your essence.

He slowly brings them closer to your mouth, and you don't even think twice before eagerly welcoming them inside it.

The taste of yourself mixes with the metallic tinge of his rings as you suck leisurely, restraining a moan before he takes them out with a wet pop.

“Sale fille” he groans in french, lowly and right on your parted lips, before he dives in an alluring kiss. (Dirty girl)

It's slower than all the others you shared, but it's deeper, sensual and it almost gets you worked up all over again.

His tongue meets yours in a erotic dance and when the taste of your very essence coats his tastebuds a moan rumbles in his throat.

“You're sweet” his voice is nothing more than a whisper as his teeth nibble at your lower lip gently.

“Want me to find out if you're sweet, too ?” You offer with a teasing smile on your lips . His hands might be your biggest fantasy, but they sure as hell are not the only part of him you fantasize about.

“Eager, are we ?” he teases playfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “Not today, chérie”

The little pet name creates butterflies in your stomach and makes your cheeks warm, but doesn't hide your disappointment. 

“Why ?” you ask, your hands going to fiddle with his tie.

“As I told you, this is not about what I want” he explains, his arms circling you in a loose hug “and I don't know if you noticed, but it's pretty late”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, and only then you realize that the sun has already set and the room would be totally surrounded by darkness if it wasn't for the few magic candles lighting up automatically when twilight hits.

Your eyes widen.

“How long have we been here for ?” your voice has a panicked hint to it, making Regulus laugh.

“I'm pretty sure dinner is getting served right now” he says nonchalantly, like it's the most normal thing ever to engage in sexual activities with your best friend and miss supper because of it.

“Which might be for the best,” he adds.

“Why ?” you ask in genuine confusion.

“Because I’m the only one lucky enough to hear your dirty little sounds” he says with a shit-eating grin before kissing you again.

Thank you for reading 💖

Hi do you take some mature Fic requests? I'm sorry I tried finding your info about requesting but I couldn't find any. If you would be lovely if you could write a remus x reader fic. Reader is a slytherin. Enemies to lover one. Thank you sm ! I love the way your write.

Heyy! Sorry I didn’t have any guidelines uploaded before, but you can find them now as my pinned post. Thank you for requesting <3. Tried my best, hope you like it xx

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: You hated him. With every bone in your body, you despised Remus Lupin. He was always silently competing with you in all your classes. Whenever he got a grade higher than you, he would find a subtle way to rub it in your face. On top of it all, his friend group, the ‘marauders’- they called themselves, were revolted by you and your house. You were a slytherin after all, it was wired in their heads to hate you. But, Remus was the worst of them all. At least the others had the curtesy to laugh in your face after a ‘prank’, but Remus. Oh, Remus, would just stand in a corner and penetrate you with his cold gaze. For 7 years, you and your friends had been the butt of their cruel jokes. It all changed one day, when you both got stuck in detention together after an unreasonably cruel prank orchestrated by his friends.

Warnings: NSFW!mdi! P in v , fingering, orgasm denial and language.

(Let me know if I’ve missed any.)

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The Charms classroom buzzed with quiet energy, desks scarred by years of spellwork, shelves lined with humming, glowing artifacts. At the front, Professor Flitwick stood atop a stack of books behind the podium.

“Before I announce the highest scorer of last week’s exam, I want you all to take this student as inspiration, and push yourselves to do better. Remus Lupin, secured a perfect grade, coming first once again!” The tiny professor beamed.

Wonderful. This is just what you needed, Lupin beating you in yet another class. You were seriously considering jumping off the astronomy tower at this point. It was fine at first, you were able to beat him in most classes till 5th year, but 6th year - something changed. Remus changed.

He looked different, his shoulders were broader, his hair longer and messier- cascading like dominoes on his face, he had more scars than before, but you didn’t care enough about him to question it. He even seemed more confident, dare you say more outgoing? He was probably going through late puberty, you could not let his new persona get to you. It was Lupin after all, you loathed him.

After the class ended, you made your way out, a sour look plaster across your face. A cold arm brushed against yours, you looked up and your eyes met Remus’ eyes, he held his test paper up, grinning at you.

“Oh fuck off , Loony Lupin.” You spat, pushing past him.

“Oi, Y/n, you playing quidditch today?” He questioned.

“Why should I tell you? So you and your thick headed lot can pull another one on me?” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” His voice called after you as you walked away.

The day went by quickly, you made your way to the quidditch field after classes, to join the rest of Slytherin team.

“Y/n!” Your best friend’s called, hugging you from behind.

“We have the field booked for the entire evening today!” She explained.

Halfway through practice, twenty feet in the air, you noticed something odd. Your team captain seemed to be loosing control of his broom. Followed by the chasers and then the beaters, they all suddenly started wobbling and spinning uncontrollably on their brooms. You knew immediately who was behind this. Looking down, you saw James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew laughing hysterically. But Remus, Oh Remus, was just standing in a corner, his gaze not shifting from your direction. Right on cue, your broom started to act funny, your efforts to gain any control of it failed and all of a sudden, you were free falling.

“Arresto Momentum!” A familiar voice shouted.

The speed you were once falling with reduced miraculously, causing you to land safely on the ground. You stood up, mustering all the strength from your body, and charged to the imbeciles responsible for this.

“YOU ABSOLUTE ARSES! I’M GONNA HEX YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!” You shouted at them, reaching for your wand.

“Oh relax Y/l/n, it’s all good fun.” Sirius said.

“Good fun? The rest of the Slytherins are hanging on mid air for their bloody lives!” You countered.

“Don’t be so dramatic-“ James started, but you cut him off.

“Please. If I had your need for attention, I'd hex myself just to get sympathy. At least my personality doesn't rely on harassing innocent people to be interesting." You pointed your wand towards the three of them.

“Y/n, calm down.” Remus’ voice came from behind you. You snapped your head in his direction.

“You shut up. Don’t act like you’re any better than your pathetic little friends!” You spat.

A tinge of anger spread across his face as he reached for his wand.

“What is going on here!!?? Put your wands away right this instant!” A shrill voice demanded.

“Professor Mcgonagall! I was just-“ You tried to explain, but she didn’t care to listen.

With one flick of her wand, the Slytherin team landed safely, but furiously on the ground.

“Save it Ms.Y/l/n. Detention. For you as well Mr.Lupin.” She said, walking away.

You made your way to detention in the trophy room the next day. The air smelt like metal polish, Remus sat with a polishing cloth and a few plaques in his hand, rubbing them vigorously.

“You are not permitted to use magic to finish this task. I will be back in an hour.” Mcgonagall said as she walked out of the room.

You took a seat at the opposite end of the room, as far away as possible, from the brown haired boy. You picked up an old trophy and begin scrubbing furiously.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“No. I think it’s detention. What’s funny about that?” Remus said, not looking up.

“You know you guys could have really hurt someone today! You obviously don’t give a shit though. If whoever performed the ‘arresto momentum’ spell did it a few seconds later, I could have died-“

You were yelling, but you got cut off my him.

“I was the one who performed the spell.” He said, through gritted teeth.

What? Was he telling the truth? Why would he do that? No. It’s still not okay.

“That’s cold comfort! You could have stopped them, but you didn’t! That says enough about you.” You spat.

He was no longer sitting in the corner, he was marching in your direction.

“I don’t need you of all people to be judging my character.” He was angry now. Anger you never saw on him before.

“Why? Did I lie? I’m telling the truth, aren’t I? You act like you’re above all of it. But you’re just as cruel as your friends when it suits you. Godric, I hate you and your lot.”

You kept going. It was almost like word vomit. You could see he was getting really provoked now. He didn’t say anything, just kept walking closer to you. You were standing against the desk now, your fingers gripping it, so you didn’t fall backwards. He was extremely close to you now. The warmth of his breath grazed your skin. Merlin’s tits, when did he get so beautiful? Every logical part of you was telling you to push him away, but something deep inside made you do something you never thought you would.

You grabbed his collar, breathless from arguing, and pulled him into a kiss. Remus didn’t hesitate, he gave in before your lips even brushed. His hands gripped your ass and lifted you upwards, sitting you down on the table. His kiss grew sharp and urgent, slightly biting your lips in between breaths.

“Look at you, can’t think of any snide remarks now?” He said, looking you in the eye, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Oh shut it Lupin, you know you want it more than I do.” You replied.

He took that as a challenge, his hand moving up your leg, finding your soaked underwear.

“You’re so wet for someone you claim to hate, dove.” He cooed.

His fingers glided over your pussy, your warm slick coating them. You whimpered

as he hit your sensitive clit, legs twitching in response. The taste of iron coated your tongue, biting down as a pathetic effort to try and keep quiet. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach about to be released.

“I didn’t finish-“ You mumbled, as he pulled his digits out.

“D’you think I’d let you cum so easily, love? No. You’re gonna feel every inch of me before I let you cum. I’m going to fuck the hatred you have for me out of you.”

He kissed you again, unbuttoning his shirt. His body was covered in huge scars. The largest one was a violent gash against his abdomen. You trace your palms against the marks, gingerly placing kisses along them. His hands found your jumper, ripping it into half and throwing it across the room.

“Hey! That was my favourite jumper!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got plenty more you can borrow.” He replied, cooly.

He looked at you, waiting for approval, before pushing his pulsing cock into you.

You wanted to scream at the size of his member. He moved with a steady speed, your vision was going blurry as he continued to speed up. Feeling your high building up again, he held back his own, wanting to finally release together, he lifted a hand off of your ass, circling steadily over your little button to push you over the edge.

White coated your vision as you came all over Remus’ cock. He pulled himself out, hovering above you.

“Still hate me, dove?” He grinned.

“Just a little.” You rolled your eyes.

He leaned in and pulled you into another quick kiss before helping you get dressed again. You looked at the sad remains of your favourite jumper as Remus gave you a spare one from his bag. It smelt like chocolate with a hint of smoke. It smelt…comforting.

Godric’s balls, y/n. What have you gotten yourself into?

♡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 ♡

Pairing : James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You had a one stand with your long term rival, James potter, before Christmas break.

Now back at Hogwarts, James becomes more annoying than usual ; cock blocking you from seeing any other guy besides him.

Warnings : 18+, !minors dni! ,Jealous James potter , Angst , dramatic confessions, smut, oral (f receiving) , body worship , p in v. First time writing smut.

(Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: This is the clean version of the same story.

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The snow covered windows blocked any trace of sunlight from entering the dimly lit Potions class room. The smell of powdered sage and fresh wormwood wafted in the air , creating a perfect ambiance for potion brewing. Students were filled with more energy than usual ; having just returned after Christmas break.

You take a seat at the very front of the classroom, excited for professor Slughorn to start the lesson. All the excitement drains from your face when an all too familiar figure plops down on the seat next to you. His messy black hair covered his forehead, making his Hazel eyes appear brighter and larger.

“Psyched to be back, are we?” James Potter said, flashing you that famous grin of his.

You were dreading this moment since last night; having to see James again after what went down before break. How was he acting so normal?

“What do you want, James?” You asked, annoyed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“It’s lovely to see you too, y/n. My holiday was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?” He said cheekily.

“Piss off , Potter.” You mumbled.

The conversation was cut short, thankfully, after Slughorn entered the classroom.

You didn’t understand why James was being so nice. He was never exactly unpleasant towards you, but you and James were rivals in all the things that mattered. Whether it was Quidditch or the Grades you got, you both always had to be better than the other in everything you did. This lead to you both exchanging snarky remarks now and then , James teasing you whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would take it as far as publicly humiliating you in-front of the whole class by playing practical jokes on you. That’s why you hated thinking about what happened before Christmas break.

It was way past curfew, and the library was empty , except for an exhausted James Potter , sitting at the table across yours. You made the awful mistake of joining him for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another, and the next morning you found yourself tangled in the sheets of the arrogant gryffindor boy. However, you thought that was the end of it, neither of you would acknowledge what happened and go back to usual. But, James clearly had other plans.

A month had passed and you noticed the fact that James had gone back to normal. Back to being your annoying rival. Nothing else. You didn’t understand why it bothered you so much. This is what you wanted.

One morning, during breakfast, you received a box of sweets from honeydukes and a bouquet of enchanted flowers that turned into butterflies at your touch.

“Who are they from!” Lily said, jumping with excitement by your side.

“I don’t know… there’s no note.” You said as you blushed uncontrollably.

“Someone’s got herself a secret admirer! I personally think they’re from that Ravenclaw boy, Marcus, she’s been talking to.” Marlene shouted, too loudly for your liking.

At this comment, James’ head jolted up, his eyes meeting yours and his expression almost… hurt.

That evening after dinner, you made your way back to your dorm, when you were greeted by a distressed Marcus. His face was badly beaten, a large bleeding gash was across his forehead and he had an enormous black eye.

“Oh Merlin! Marcus what happened!!??” You yelled.

“Y/n… just to be clear, I did NOT send you any gifts this morning. I think it’s best if we stayed away from each other.” Marcus said, as he practically ran away from you.

“Wait! Marcus! Atleast tell me who did this to you!” You shouted after him, but he was already 10 feet away.

The day after, in charms, a kind boy from Hufflepuff was teaching you the right way to hold your wand while performing a certain spell.

“So you want to hold it at an angle of 45 degrees, whilst making a ‘S’ motion with your arm.” He explained, guiding your hands with his. You couldn’t help but smirk, because obviously he was flirting with you. From the side of your eye, you caught a very irritated… almost jealous looking James, staring daggers at the Hufflepuff boy.

About an hour later, you went to Madam Pomfery to get some cream for your finger; you nicked it during potions, when you found that kind boy who had just helped you in charms, lying on a bed. His face was swollen ten times the normal size, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Madam Pomfery! What happened to him?” You asked, worried.

“Nasty Hex. He claims one of the Gryffindor boys did it.” She explained.

Weeks went by, but you noticed something extremely unusual. Every single guy from your year was avoiding you. Even the ones you thought were your friends. Something wasn’t right.

“Lily! Wait up!” You called after the red headed girl as she walked to class.

“Hey y/n! How you holding up?” She asked, a pitiful expression plastered across her face.

“How am I holding up? What do you mean?” You sounded almost offended.

“Oh sorry… I thought you noticed by now-“

She countered.

“Noticed what? Noticed the fact that every single boy is avoiding me. Yea. I have bloody noticed that. Do you happen to know why the hell that is? “ I questioned.

“Oh… erm. I really shouldn’t get involved but, James has been beating up and threatening every guy who speaks to you.”

She told.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” You hissed through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, love. I thought you already knew. I’ve got to get to class…. I’ll catch you later!” Lily said, as she walked away.

You were furious. Where ever James Potter was, he better watch out, because you were going to END him. You burst into an empty class room to make sense of everything, and thats when you saw him. James was sitting on a desk, with a few books spread open in front of him.

“INCENDIO” you pointed your wand at his books, setting them on fire.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” James shouted, as he jumped up and away from the flames.

“Who the actual fuck do you think you are, potter? You pathetic piece of shit. Beating up guys who talk to me? It was a one night stand. Get over it. You are NOT my boyfriend.” You said, practically up in his face, with your wand poking at his chest.

“How oblivious are you? It may have been a casual thing for you, but it was not bloody casual for me!” He spat back.

“You think you can just exist. Exist being so perfect. Looking so beautiful, that it physically pains to be away from you. I ACHE EVERY MINUTE I AM NOT WITH YOU!” He shouted, pushing your wand aside and getting closer.

Whatever gap there was between your faces was closed by James smashing his lips into yours. You gave in. You finally just gave in, and kissed him back. Oh,with each kiss you were wondering why you resisted for so long. You kissed his jaw then his jaw line and then his ear, leaving hickeys as you went. James trailed a finger down ur spine, giving you shivers.

“James…” I trailed off.

“Oh.. do you not want to?” He asked

“No! No.. I definitely want to , but I don’t have-“ you hoped he’d get the hint.

“I have like an entire pack of condoms in my bag ,over there.”

“wow. Way to make a girl feel special…” you rolled your eyes , but also felt kind of sad , because why did he need so many condoms? Who were they for?. You were spiralling in a train of thought and just then James’ voice snaps you out of it.

“Y/n…. These are the ones i share with the boys… Remus got them from the muggles and this bag here is his.” James said holding up Remus’ bag.

That made you feel so much better.

James picks up where you left it.

James trails kisses from your mouth to you abdomen. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, earning a small smirk from him.

“James, what if someone comes in?”

“Colloportus” James said as he pointed his wand towards the slightly open door.

“There. No one is going to be coming inside, but there will be a lot of cumming inside…” He smirked as he made his lewd remark.

“Yuck James! That was corny even for you.” You complained as you threw your cardigan at him. “Unfunny freak” you sniggered.

After kissing for about 10 minutes, James unbuttoned his shirt, and then goes to remove your clothes.

“Is this okay, love?” James asked

You nodded.

“I need a verbal ‘yes’ y/n.”

“Yes.”

Now both of you were in nothing but your underwear. James started kissing you and slowly made his way down. Oh how you’ve missed this! Once he reached your lower abdomen, he gave you a look and removed your panties. He slid his tongue between your slit.

“Oh Merlin! James!” You gasped, clutching a fistful of his hair.

“Does that feel good , love? Wanted to get you a little excited, but it seems to me you’ve got that covered.” James grinned.

You reddened at that comment.

“Don’t be ashamed, love. Let me try something. You just relax and spread your legs. Thank-you.” James instructed as you spread your legs apart.

He stuck one finger, then a second , curling them inside. Oh.my.world. This felt so good, you wanted to scream. He bought his mouth down to your clit and started sucking it.

“Potter… I’m so.. c-c-close” you barely managed to say.

With two more thrusts of his fingers, you finished in his mouth.

“You’re so fucking sweet, darling “

“Ok darling, I need a verbal yes for this part” James said as he slid a condom on.

He aligned his length with you. “Darling?”

“Yes. Please James. I need you.” You begged.

“Oh love, you look so beautiful, begging for me like that.” He said as he pushed himself in.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head due to the intense pleasure you were feeling. This was so much better than the first time. Maybe because both of your feelings are out in the open this time.

“Y/n , you feel so good my love. “ James cooed.

With a few more thrusts you could feel a knot coming undone in your stomach.

“Hold on for just a minute, darling” James said.

“I’m gonna cu- James-“ you pleaded

And just like that, both of you finished at the same time.

James cleaned you up, and you both redressed. As you were leaving the empty classroom, James grabbed you by your wrist. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Next time Potter, when you send me flowers, make sure to leave a note on them. Don’t want people to get beaten up for no reason.”

You teased.

“Next time Y/L/N , be better at acknowledging my feelings” James joked.

“Next time , be better at fucking showing them!” You countered.

You both laughed, as James pulled you in for one last kiss before class.

does anyone know of the fic that reader is being spanked because she heard lily and Marlene talking about it then shows off she also got spanked?

Sirius and Remus Oneshot - Never Have I Ever

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Smut

Timing: Marauder’s Era (Takes place before the summer of their 6th year, ik this contradicts the first part, but pretend that’s 6th year)

Reader's Relations: Remus/Sirius’ girlfriend (cause WolfStar)

Reader’s House: Hufflepuff

Warnings: Smut, Dom! Reader, Sub! Remus, Switch! Sirius

Other notes: This is part two of ‘Flirting Gets You Nowhere… Or Does It?’ I’ve had this idea for a while, but with the smut bit, I wasn’t too keen on writing it, but I want to write smut, I’m happy to, but not too good, and out of practice, this is also my first time writing a threesome so… you can skip over the smut, it’s marked where it starts (: also a small context that wasn’t necessary for the first part, but you come from a pure-blooded family, who don’t take lightly to half-bloods/muggle-borns

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“Look what I got! Now who wants to play ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

I lifted my head from its previous position of resting on Remus’ shoulder, Sirius leaning on Remus’ other side, and started James directly in the eye, “Why? That’s a game that 1st and 2nd years play. I thought you’d grown up, but clearly not.”

“Oh come on, (Y/n)! It’ll be fun. Plus it’s nearly the Summer Holidays!”

“I’m in!” Sirius responded, lifting his head too, “If it involves free alcohol, I’m in!”

I rolled my eyes and turned to Remus, “Remind me how we both fell in love with him again?” Remus chuckled and pecked my forehead, “I don’t know, I ask myself that quite often.”

“Hey! You know you love me!” Sirius squeaked, falling off the sofa, causing me to giggle as James walked over, “So, are we playing this game or did I just steal this firewhiskey for no reason?”

“Fine,” I replied sitting up properly.

“Awesome! So how this will work is if you’ve done the thing you have to take a shot.”

“We know how to play, James, just get on with it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, Little Miss Perfect Hufflepuff! Never have I ever…. Had two boyfriends.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before taking one of the shot glasses and downing it, “You better not target me the whole game.”

“No promises….”

I sighed, a smirk appearing, “So we’re playing it like that? Very well, never have I ever NOT dated a werewolf.” James’ face paled and his eyes widened as he reached for one of the glasses, causing my smirk to increase, “See, you don’t it either do you? Remus, it’s your turn.” Remus nodded, after putting his own glass down, “What? I can’t very well date myself, can I?” I let out a giggle, “You’re right, just say something.”

“Never have I ever… been an animagus,” Remus replied, smirking, causing me, Sirius and James to reach for a glass.

“My turn! Never have I ever… not been in love with the Amazing Sirius Black!”

I giggled as James took another shot, me petting Sirius on the head, “Good one.”

“Never have I ever…been sorted into Hufflepuff.” I glared at James, taking a shot while maintaining eye contact with him.

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The game continued with me and James getting increasingly drunk, the two of us targetting each other, Sirius rather tipsy, and Remus only having to take a couple of shots, so he was still pretty sober.

“Never have I ever… been caught making out while I’m supposed to be having a Head Boy and Head Girl meeting.”

“(Y/n)! You’re targeting me!” James slurred, reaching for another shot glass, now completely drunk.

“It’s your own fault!”

“Never have I *hic* ever fantasised about having a threesome.”

I felt my face heat up and I reached for a glass, waiting to hear or see the response of my boyfriends.

“You know… we could make that fantasy a reality, (Y/n),” Sirius whispered in my ear, causing my face to turn redder than it already was. I soon snapped out of my embarrassment and turned to him, “Oh yeah? Cause you’re really drunk right now, Siri…”

“And you’re really sexy, (Y/n)...” he replied.

“You two need to stop being all over each other, seriously.”

“Hey, Remmy, don’t you want a piece?” I asked leaning over and getting in his face, “I know you want to… I have an idea… never have I ever dated a Hufflepuff.” Remus rolled his eyes and leaned over for a shot, and I saw Sirius doing the same, causing me to giggle. For a few more rounds, I and Sirius continued to target Remus until he turned to me, “Get up in our dorm, now.”

I smirked, knowing he was now wholly drunk and stood up, kissing him and walked up to their dorm, hearing Remus say one thing to James, “You’re sleeping down here tonight… unless you don’t want to sleep.”

SMUT STARTS HERE

Once I’d made it to their dorm, I laid down on Remus’s bed, somehow remembering which it was,  due to the chocolate resting on his nightstand. I smirked to myself, hearing Remus and Sirius making their way up the stairs and taking off my uniform, leaving myself in my bra, pants and socks. The two boys eventually came into the room and their jaws dropped when they saw me, “Hello, want to take a piece of this?”

Sirius was on me in a minute, kissing me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel him growing hard, and I let out a moan as I brought my hand down, rubbing him through his trousers, causing him to let out a groan. I heard a whine and looked up from Sirius, who was now massaging my breasts through my bra to see Remus standing with a tent forming in his trousers too.

“Come over here Rem, and take your trousers off.” he did so and walked over. Once he was in reaching distance I took his hard cock in my hand, rubbing it causing him to let out a moan. I quickly picked my wand up from the floor and put a silencing charm, as well as a lock charm on the door to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted, before taking Remus in my mouth, dropping my wand to the floor. I drew my attention back to Sirius when he pulled my pants off, and I felt him licking my cunt. I let out a moan and tried to concentrate on Remus’ pleasure, his cock still in my mouth as Sirius continued to eat me out. I soon came from Sirius licking me and removed my mouth from Remus, who’d had more pleasure due to my moans around him, “Don’t worry, you’ll get to cum soon.”

I turned back to Sirius, “Strip. Now.” His eyes widened but he complied, taking off his clothes one by one, starting with his jumper and shirt before moving to his trousers. While he was doing this, I instructed Remus to lie down on his bed, which he did. I crawled over and sat on his lap, slowly going down on his cock, loud moans coming from both of us. I heard a whimper and turned to see that Sirius had now stripped completely and beckoned him over, petting his head, “Good boy. Remus, lean over and suck him off while I ride you.” Remus obeyed immediately, leaning over and taking Sirius in his mouth, sucking on him. The sight as well as the pleasure, as Sirius had now leaned over and was rubbing my clit, was enough to put me over the edge and I came, releasing around Remus, him also cumming.

“Swap positions. Mummy wants you to fuck her, Siri.” Sirius’ face went pink as I moved off Remus, kneeling on Remus’ bed on all fours, my ass facing towards Sirius. He placed his hands on my butt before inserting himself into me hard. I let out a loud moan, “Rem, come here.” Remus adjusted his position and I started to suck him off again, noticing he was still hard. I soon felt Sirius’ thrusts beginning to get sloppy and I could tell he was going to cum, “Cum inside me, Siri, please!” I soon felt him cum in me before feeling Remus release into my mouth, me cumming again around Sirius. I moved my head from Remus and the two boys helped me lie down in bed.

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A weeks days later, a few days before the end of the school year, I ended up having to go to the Hospital Wing due to the fact I was sick in the mornings and I’d been feeling a lot more tired.

“What’s wrong with me Madame Pomfrey?” I asked nervously lying on one of the beds in the hospital wing.

She didn’t answer, instead, she turned to Lily who was just leaving the Hospital Wing, after what I guessed was visiting a friend, “Ahh, good timing, Miss Evans, could you please ask Mr Black and Mr Lupin to come here?” Lily nodded, muttering an, “Of course,” as she dashed out of the Hospital Wing. I turned back to Madame Pomfrey, “Can’t you tell me what it is before Remus and Sirius get here?” Madame Pomfrey sighed and came closer to me, “Miss (L/n), may I ask you a few personal questions?” I nodded, “If it will help you to work out what is wrong with me, yes.”

“I have a prediction already. I just want to clarify. May I ask, have you been ‘intimate’ with either of your boyfriends recently?” I felt my face flush a bit and nodded shyly, “Please don’t tell any of my professors! I swear it was-”

“I’m not going to say anything, whatever you tell me will stay between us and your boyfriends. Secondly, when was the last time you had your period?”

Again, I felt my face flush a bit, “A-about 5 weeks ago.”

“I see, well that confirms my suspicions. You’re-”

“WHERE’S (Y/N)?! WHERE IS SHE?!” I hear Sirius shout as he ran into the Hospital Wing, Remus following behind him. The two spotted me and ran over, “Madame Pomfrey, what’s wrong with our girlfriend!?” Sirius asked in a panic.

“I hope you two are ready to be fathers. It seems Miss (L/n) is pregnant.”

Remus and Sirius looked at each other before turning to me, “Are you?”

Before I could reply, Madame Pomfrey had spoken again, “I’ll leave you three to discuss this. Miss (L/n), I know what I said before, but I will have to inform Professor Dumbledore about this… development.”

I nodded, “Okay.” She smiled at me and left, leaving me with my two boyfriends, Remus speaking first, “D-do you remember when... Y’know?” I knew what he was referring to and nodded, “Y-yeah, well I have my predictions. Remember when James forced us to play Never Have I Ever? Well, we all got pretty drunk and you both ended up fucking me. I think that due to the hangovers the next morning, we forgot to do anything that would stop me from having a child inside me…”

The two of them looked at each other again and then walked over to the bed, the two of them perching on a side each, “Y-you want to keep it? The baby I mean?” I nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s not fair to kill the little one when they haven’t even been born yet. You two want to be fathers?” They both nodded immediately, “Of course, we’ll support your decision, (Y/n). You’re our girlfriend.”

“Miss (L/n).”

I looked up to see Professor Dumbledore standing a few metres away, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout standing behind him, the latter two being there I guessed due to being our Heads of Houses.

“Yes?”

“Madame Pomfrey has informed us of your situation. While I cannot state that I’m not disappointed that this has happened I would like to say that if you decide to keep the baby, then your professors will be informed in case you have to leave classes or anything.”

I nodded, “T-thank you, I already decided that I want to keep the baby.”

“In that case, just remember, me and the rest of your professors are here if you need anything. If you start showing before the end of term, we can arrange for you to go home early, how will your parents take this?”

“They’re not going to like this… To be honest. They’ve already pretty much disowned me for having both two boyfriends and, no offence to you Rem, but one of them being a half-blood.”

“If you need somewhere to stay, my parents would happily look after you, (Y/n).” I hadn’t even noticed James was in the room too, “They know how your parents are, and I’m sure they wouldn’t turn you away. I mean, if they let Sirius stay with us for all of the holidays, I’m sure they’d let you stay. I mean, this is my fault anyway, it was my idea to play that game.”

I smiled, “Thanks, James, and yeah, this is your fault! You were the one that brought the alcohol.”

Professor McGonagall gave him a harsh talking to when he heard that alcohol had been involved and it ended up with James in detention for a week, Sirius and Remus getting one-off detention, and somehow, Professor Sprout let me off scot-free.

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Over the Summer Holidays between our 6th and 7th years, the four of us stayed with James’ parents, him having written to them about the situation, and they were happy to look after me and let me stay with them to help me with my pregnancy and the baby.

“Honestly (Y/n), it’s fine, we don’t mind. Any friend of James is welcome here.”

“I know, James has been telling me that since he found out I was pregnant. I really appreciate you letting me stay with you.”

“Do you know which of your boyfriends is the father yet? Biological father I mean.”

I shook my head, “I’ve got an appointment next Saturday which is when I’m going to find out, they were both going to come with me, but there’s a Quidditch match, and they can’t miss it, even though Remus isn’t on the team…but Sirius coaxed Professor McGonagall into letting Remus commentate and it’s apparently too late to find someone else to do it.”

“I’ll come with you if you like. It’ll be easier if you have someone there with you. Then you can write to the two of them and tell them the gender and who the father is.”

I smiled up at James’ mother, “Thank you, I’d like that very much, but I think I want to surprise them.”

------------------------REMUS’ POV (March of 7th Year)

“I wonder how (Y/n) is doing…”

“She’ll be fine, Moony, no need to worry! Seriously, my parents already treat her like she’s their daughter, sometimes I think they might as well adopt her with how much time she spends at our house over holidays as stuff! I’m telling you, if something went wrong, Dumbledore would have been informed and we would have been notified!” James replied, turning back to his potion.

“Yeah, I suppose, I just can’t stop worrying though.”

It was at that moment when Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, “Professor Slughorn, may I borrow Black and Lupin for a few minutes?”

“Yes, go ahead,” Professor Slughorn replied, nodding to us. I felt the anxiety come back as me and Sirius stood up, walking out the door, to where Professor McGonagall was waiting for us.

“Professor, what is this about?”

“Not here, Black.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and I subtly reached my hand out taking his hand, giving it a squeeze, and pecking his cheek while Professor McGonagall wasn’t looking. We soon realised we were in her office and she’d shut the door.

“Professor Dumbledore received an owl this morning just after breakfast about your girlfriend. She-”

“Is (Y/n) alright? Please don’t say something bad happened!” I asked, panic wreaking through my voice, “Please don’t tell us she’s dead.”

“She’s perfectly okay. The owl was sent from Potter’s parents. Miss (L/n) has given birth to a healthy baby boy. Professor Dumbledore wanted the two of you to know as soon as possible. You’re both officially fathers. You may return to class.”

“Professor?” I asked hesitantly, causing Sirius, who was already halfway to the door, to groan lowly.

“Yes?” she replied, looking at me, “Is something the matter?”

“Did the Potter’s letter say anything about the baby’s condition? Or what (Y/n) called him?”

“Oh right. You have nothing to worry about, Mr Lupin, the child’s biological father is Mr Black here, so he’s not a werewolf, like you,” I let out the breath I’d been holding in relief as she continued, “As for the name, the letter said she’d called him Orion. As for the middle name, he was given yours Mr Lupin and Miss (L/n) had given the child her last name. So his full name is Orion Remus (L/n).”

I smiled and thanked her before dragging Sirius out of the room the two of us making our way back to Potions.

“I’m glad your his father, Sirius. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’d made a baby into a werewolf.”

“You’re still gonna be an amazing Dad, Moony! We both are. He’s gonna be my little Oreo, I can already tell.”

------------------YOUR POV (Summer after 7th Year)

I smiled as I sat on the sofa of the Potters’ house, Orion lying in my arms.

“He looks like the perfect mix of you and Sirius.”

“I know,” I replied, “I can’t wait for the boys to meet him and I hope they’re happy with the name choice.”

Just then the door burst open, “Where’s my little Oreo!?” I blinked and stood up, trying to calm Orion, as he’d started crying at the loud noise, as I walked out of the living room to see Sirius standing in the doorway, Remus, James and James’ dad standing behind him. My smile widened, “He’s right here, be careful though, he only seems to like me holding him at the moment, “Orion, this is your Papa Sirius.” I paused and tentatively placed Orion in Sirius’ arms as he’d now dropped his trunk onto the ground.

“Hello there, I’m your Papa! I’m going to be the best Papa ever! Better than your Papa Remus, yes I am.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as Orion didn’t start crying when I placed him in Sirius’ arms as he walked into the living room, oogling over Orion.

“Sirius! Your stuff! You can’t just leave it here!” Remus shouted after him, “And I’m not bringing it up for you!”

“It’s alright, I’ll bring both your bags up, you go and meet your son,” James’ dad replied to Remus.

“Are you sure? I can bring my bag up first.”

“I’m sure, go and see him.”

Remus nodded and placed his trunk down, walking over to me and wrapping his arm around me, “Shall we go see if Sirius has messed up yet?” I giggled and nodded, pecking him on the lips, the two of us walked into the living room where Sirius was sitting on the sofa, the now 4-month-old Orion in his arms, him smiling widely as he played with the baby.

“You are my little Oreo. I will make sure you stay safe.”

At this point, Orion started crying again and made small hand movements to me. I sighed and walked over, “Don’t worry, Mummy’s here, Mummy’s here, Buddy.” He started to grab ahold of the top I was wearing and I let out a small giggle, “Is someone hungry? I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the last statement made to the others, before I walked out the room.

REMUS’ POV

“Mum, when’s the last time (Y/n) had a decent night sleep?” James asked. It was clear that he’d noticed the bags under (Y/n)’s eyes too.

“I’d say probably about two days before Orion was born. She’s been insisting on doing everything herself. I’ve tried to tell her that she could ask us for help, but she just says ‘I appreciate the offer, but it’s fine, I can manage’. And won’t let us help in anyway. She’s going to make herself ill, but she won’t listen, saying that Orion is her first priority and that she’s putting him above everything else. Maybe one of you could try talking to her?” the last statement was directed to me and Sirius and I nodded, “I’ll try, but I doubt she’s going to listen.”

YOUR POV

I walked back into the room only to be pulled away by Remus after he taken Orion from me and handed him to Sirius.

“Remus, I already told you, Orion isn’t keen on anyone-” he shut me up by kissing me, “I know what you said, but he’ll be fine for a few minutes, plus he liked Sirius earlier until he got hungry. (Y/n) you need to rest. James’ parents told us you haven’t had a decent night sleep since before Orion was born. You need to take care of yourself too.”

“I can’t leave Orion alone, Rem, he’s still a baby!”

“I know that, but.. Just follow me,” he pulled me back towards the living room and I saw Sirius sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, Orion sitting in front of him babbling as Sirius played peek-a-boo with him. My heart melted and Remus pulled me away again, “See, he’s perfectly fine with Sirius. Perhaps he just knows who his parents are. You said he wasn’t comfortably with alone with James’ parents, so maybe that’s it.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right, now go upstairs and sleep, (Y/n).”

“Bu-”

“No buts. You need sleep.”

“Fine,” I muttered, pecking his cheek, “But if he starts crying, come and get me, okay?”

“I’ sure we won’t need to do that,” Remus replied, pushing me upstairs, “No go sleep!”

REMUS’ POV

I walked back into the living room to see Sirius still playing peek-a-boo with Orion, the small boy making sounds akeen to giggles whenever Sirius showed him his face again. I smiled and knelt down next to Sirius, leaning over and kissing his cheek, “So, he likes you.”

“He knows who is father is, that’s all.”

“I suppose. (Y/n) is getting some sleep now.”

“That’s goo-wait how’d you get her to listen?”

I just shrugged, giving Sirius a nudge, “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”

---------------------------------YOUR POV (Two years later)

I smiled walking into the living room of the house that I shared with Sirius and Remus, seeing the former sitting on the floor with Orion and Harry. I giggled, “Who would have known that Sirius Black would be the one to be good with kids. Would never have guessed.”

One of the children’s heads shot up, “Mummy!” My eyes widened and I rushed over, “Y-you spoke! Aww my little boy spoke. I’m so proud of you, Orion.”

“What happened?” I heard Remus’ voice from behind me. I turned around, “Remus, watch this. Say it again.”

“Mummy!” Orion giggled out wrapping his tiny arms around me, “I’m so proud of you!” Orion giggled and my smile widened as he turned to look at Sirius, “Papa!” It was like a light had been switched on in Sirius’ head as his face metaphorically lit up as he walked over, leaving Harry sitting on the floor.

“That’s right! I’m your Papa! Look, Moony, he knows his.. Moony?” I turned around to see Remus not standing where he’d been before. I then heard the sound of faint sobs and rushed out the room to find him sitting under the table in the dining room, crying. My heart broke at the sight and I bent down, kneeling next to him, “Rem? What’s up?”

“I-I… It’s nothing, just leave me alone.”

“Something is up though, I know that much. Tell me. I’m not leaving until you tell me. Remus, you’re my boyfriend, I’m not going to let you be sad!”

“F-fine, it’s just, I-I’m envious of the bond that Sirius has with Orion. There I said it.”

My heart broke even more and I wrapped him in a hug, “You wish you were his biological father?” I could feel Remus nodding against me and I pulled him even closer, “Rem, it’s okay to feel like that. It doesn’t help that Sirius is rubbing it in your face does it?” He shook his head and I lifted his chin, wiping his tears, “Rem, d-do you want to give Orion a little sibling?” His face perked up and he nodded shyly, before digging his head back into my neck. I heard a tiny giggle and looked to my left to see Orion, “Papa! I found Papa!” I then saw a pair of familiar socks come into view and Sirius’ face appeared, “There you two are.”

I felt a smile appear on my face and I nudged Remus, “Rem, did you hear that?”

Remus just shrugged and I sighed lifting his head again, “Come on, we’ll go sit i-Sirius, what did you do with Harry? You know James and Lily are going to kill you i-”

“He’s sitting on the sofa with his dad. James came while you two were here. I didn’t leave him unattended, don’t worry.”

I released a breath and pulled Remus out from under the table picking Orion up, “Can you say it again?” I asked.

“Papa!” Orion giggled out, making grabby hands towards Remus, who wiped his eyes, causing my smile to grow, “You’re his dad to, Rem.”

“Papa sad…”

I felt my smile widen more and I handed Orion to Remus, who just hugged him. Sirius walked over to me and kissed my cheek, wrapping his arms around me, “So what were you two up to down there?”

“Siri, can you, and James if he’s still here, take Orion and Harry out? I think Remus needs some ‘Special (Y/n) Love’. He was feeling a bit left out that you were Orion’s biological father.” Sirius got my hint and nodded. I smiled, “Rem, Sirius is gonna take Orion out for a bit, you want to help me with something?” Remus looked up at me and I manouvered my arms in a way so that I was squishing my breasts together, hinting at what I meant. His eyes widened and he nodded handing Orion over to Sirius before grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs…

—----------------END OF ONESHOT

I’m ending this here cause it’s over 4000 words and it’s 10:52pm for me rn… so I’m gonna go sleep…

two chapters in three days?? who am i??