Imagines Smut

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

sirius is a rule breaker at heart. the very centre of his being is defying tradition, disregarding rules and doing as he pleases. that's why he loves a sweet little girlfriend like you. you're always his good girl no matter how much he teases you.

there was no doubt about how loyal you were to sirius, and he also likes to show you off, which is why he doesn't mind sharing you with his friends. when you stay over at sirius and james' shared flat he specifically requests you wear next to nothing, tiny sleep shorts and a tank top at most.

while the three of you sit in the living room watching a movie, sirius pulls you onto his lap and spreads your thighs apart, flexing the muscles of one of his for you to grind your clothed cunt onto. james pretends not to notice at first, resorting to quick side glances and squirming uncomfortably in his seat as his briefs started to feel a few sizes too small.

"james, mate," says sirius, "sit over here and give us a hand." after a moment's hesitation james would sit on the couch next to sirius. "go on," urges sirius, both his large hands gripping your hips so tight, definitely leaving bruises, grinding you hard on his leg. james' hand comes up to your neck slowly, brushing your hair away from the skin and checking sirius' expression before he starts pressing kisses underneath your jaw.

you whine at james' warm mouth, his soft kisses turning into wet licks and hungry bites and his hand comes up to massage your tits and pinch your hard nipples. "you wanna suck his cock, darlin'?" asks sirius. "want you..." you moan out with a pout, but he just laughs. "you can have both, love."

fast forward to you curled onto your side on the couch, tank top pulled up and shorts pushed to the side. sirius is sitting up behind you and fucking your pussy with his cock which glistens with your slick, james angles his cock into your mouth, slapping it heavily against your cheek every once in a while. "good fuckin' girl," sirius groans out, your ass cheek turning a pretty pink, almost red where he keeps slapping and grabbing the flesh. "takin' two cocks like a champ."

james finds it amusing to blur the lines of your friendship. he gets a rise out of turning innocent little you into his personal toy. maybe he's a few years older, a family friend or just a neighbour, but always around your house. he offers to come over to help you study when you get home from school, never failing to watch you from his bedroom window as you walk up your front steps, your skirt reaching just below your ass, pretty thighs jiggling cutely as you walked.

james would insist on studying in your room and would stand behind you as you sat at your desk, shamefully looking over your shoulder to see down the gap in your shirt. eventually he would get bored and pull you to sit with him on your bed. he would ask about school and your friends, eventually asking more personal questions, like whether you've had your first kiss.

when you confess to having little to zero experience with guys, james' mind starts working at lightning speed. he's thinking of all the things he wants to teach you, what he wants to do to you.

it starts with him teaching you to kiss, making you straddle his lap as he sits in your desk chair, his large hands resting on your hips. all too soon he's bucking his hips up and pulling you down onto his hard cock that strains painfully against his pants, your whines and gasps making him harder still.

your study sessions would soon be spent entirely in your bed. james never gets tired of the sight of you beneath him, hair messy and clothes askew from your squirming. his large hands would hold your thighs wide as he lapped hungrily at your cunt. he would go so slow, addicted to the way your doe eyes clouded over with pleasure.

"d'you want to try taking my cock, doll?" he asks, heart melting when you nod up at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. he would push into you so slowly, crooning at you as you pawed at his broad chest and scratched at his shoulders. "jamesss... too big," you whined.

"fuckkk," he groaned. "that's good, honey, so good. let me mould you to my cock, baby"

remus is the most composed and quiet about his corruption kink, maybe he doesn't even realize he has one, but he can't help the way his cock twitches at the way you slap his hand away as it creeps up your leg.

maybe you're sat in the library or a café, somewhere public, and his long fingers have been tracing shapes and patterns onto the bare skin of your thigh. he loves when you dress up in skirts and dresses for your little reading and coffee dates, he loves the way the flesh of your thighs spread when you sit in your chair.

he would snake his hand closer and closer to the hem of your skirt, threatening to creep underneath to get to your pretty pussy. he finds it so cute how you press your legs together and wiggle in your seat, pushing his hand away and pouting at him to stop.

maybe you're on a picnic. he's sitting up on a blanket and has coaxed you to lay on your back between his long legs, your back pressed against his abdomen, back of your head against his chest. he's leaning against a tree that shades you both from the sun, his arm holds a book in front of your eyes so you two can read it at the same time.

after a while he gets bored :( his other hand comes up to grab one of your tits in his large palm and massages the flesh. "rem, stop!" you scold him, but your words just turn him on more, his long cock growing hard against your back. "the book's in front, baby. no one can see."

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