marauders smuts/imagines

star students - poly marauders

summary — the boys convince their favorite professor to ride James as a reward for winning the Quidditch Cup.

warnings — dom!remus, dom!sirius, sub!james, mommy kink, light sir kink, humiliation, titty fucking, oral sex, lots of clit play, no actual penetration but insinuations of it, insinuations of anal, all boys are 18!

word count — 1.9k

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"Excuse me?" You cock your head, flabbergasted at your student's sudden suggestion.

Remus blinks, James flushes, and Sirius steps up, "well, it's just if you're comfortable, ma'am. You see—" he claps an unusually red James in the back, "—our friend here, just so happens to have a little crush on you, and what best way to reward him for winning us the quidditch cup for sixth time in a row than to hook up with his teacher!"

Your brows shoot up, and that's when the sandy haired boy steps in for his friend, "Listen, uhm- professor. This is our last year and we're completely on board with making it memorable, so if you could just give us a chance..."

By now you should be amused at their behavior, even a bit embarrassed, but God, you'd be lying if you said your nerves weren't screaming in bliss at the mere idea.

You clear your throat, "a chance at what exactly?"

Sirius lips quirk up in the smallest of forms, "well, you know," he walks closer, the other two trailing behind. "I think a visual demonstration would be better." He licks his lips, trapping you in between the wooden desk and his figure, cat-like smile widening when he hoists you up on it, cutting your breath short.

This is escalating way too quickly, you think.

Remus throws him a look, and you gulp when he takes Sirius' place instead.

His hands land on your thighs, and his voice lowers when he speaks, "my apologies on behalf of my friend's behavior, professor, we're just desperate to give you a good time."

The lanky male smirks when you shudder, "almost a good as when we have our hands around our cock with your pretty little body on mind late at night- isn't that right, Jamie?"

You look over his shoulder, and your breasts tighten at the sight of the bespectacled boy whimpering faintly at the question, eyes locked with yours.

"See how desperate our boy is for you, ma'am?" Pouts Sirius, mockingly.

Remus turns you back to him with an index finger and thumb at your chin. Squinting his eyes, he asks, "what do you say, professor? Let us be your star students for a night?"

Your chests heave, and your clit hums from behind your work pants. "I-" you stutter, making each boy perk up. "I mean, why not."

"Oh fuck yes," groans Sirius, not wasting any time and jumping to grab at your face, interlocking your mouth with his as you squeal in surprise.

Remus' snigger falls on deaf ears, since you were too indulged with the long-haired boy.

Though you certainly don't miss James' petulant whine, which causes you to pull away from his friend, much to his dismay.

It seems like you have gained your confidence back, because the sultriness you speak to James with has the other two agape, "what's wrong, sweet boy? You wanna be with mommy too?"

His eyes go beady and wide as he scrambles forward, pushing Sirius in his hurry.

"Watch it," orders Remus, letting him have his fun with your now bulged lips for a few moments before making him pull away with a tug at his unruly locks.