It was no secret to anyone that you had both of your boys wrapped around your little finger. With just one glance anyone was able to tell that they were absolutely enamored by you.
Maybe it was the constant heart-eyes they made at you that gave it away. Maybe it was the way that they always had a hand on the small of your back or on your upper thigh, nimble fingers always dancing along the hem of your panties. Or maybe it was the way that both boys were more than willing to follow your every command.
Not that you usually gave the commands, you were more than content with your role as the most submissive one in the relationship, but even so much as a simple request was treated like the most cardinal order, and everyone took notice.
"Why won't you do that for me?" Remus had catechized Sirius. The former had just ran down to the common room to grab a textbook that you had left there. "Every time I forget something it's always 'That's not my problem, Rem,' 'Sucks for you Rem'" The taller boy was borderline pouting, and his abysmal impression of Sirius had you in a fit of giggles.
"Well, that's 'cause 'that's not my problem, Rem,'" Sirius had chaffed, mocking Remus' impression of him, but quickly shut his mouth when he saw the all too familiar look, that was usually reserved only for the bratty boy himself, Remus' held in his eyes.
Remus didn't take very well to teasing, you both knew that, but only one of you chose to acknowledge it; Sirius was nondiscriminatory in his antics. Remus pointed at the floor in front of him and made to stand up, assumably to deal with Sirius, but you were making grabby hands at the latter who opted to run your way. "Leave him alone, Remmy, he's just my baby."
"He's a brat is what he is," Remus tried to argue, but your judgement seemed to soften the look in his eye, as he shook his head and sat back down at his desk, continuing to work on his Astronomy homework.
"Nope, m'just her baby," Sirius tried to retaliate, but his words were muffled against your neck, the feeling of his hot breath tickling your neck had you in a fit of giggles once more.
This was how things usually went between the three of you, Sirius would break a rule or do something to piss Remus off and then you would swoop in to save the former's ass. Keyword usually. Today was an entirely different case, today you were at your breaking point.
***
"Y/N, wake up," Sirius whispered as he lightly shook your shoulder. You didn't remember falling asleep. As you raised your head you saw that you were still sitting in the common room at the table you forced the boys to abandon you at the previous night. Your Potions homework was still scattered about in front of you.
"M'awake," you mumbled and began to sleepily read the work where you left off. The essay you were working on was about the Amortentia and was worth 50% of your grade, every little detail had to be perfect. You had stayed up working on it the past two nights, so that you didn't have to work on it over the weekend.
"You're wearing yourself out," it was Remus who was speaking this time. His low authoritative voice caught your attention.
"M'not, I swear," you tried to delude him but you let out a yawn that blew your cover.
"C'mon, go get dressed. I'll meet you on the lawn, under the Beech tree." Sirius spoke as he and Remus began to gather your things and put them into your bag. You sighed, you were too tired to argue with him so you opted to nod your agreement and turned to march up the spiral staircase to the boys room.
"Uh-uh, aren't you forgetting something?" Remus said from behind you. You stopped in your tracks to think, were you forgetting anything? Your bag. You turned to grab it, but Remus held it up out of your reach. "If you think you're getting away without giving me a kiss, you're wrong."
You smiled at their hijinks but quickly bounded over to both of the boys, planting a kiss on each of their lips, before continuing on your way to their room.
You were practically their unofficial fifth roommate, having stayed the night with them almost every night since fifth year when you, Remus, and Sirius first got together. You smiled fondly as you sleepily buttoned up the shirt of your uniform, recalling the awkward memories of your newly budded relationship.
The first year was filled with fleeting touches, awkward pauses in conversations, and the constant cloud of wondering what people were going to say looming over the three of you. That was before everything clicked, before you found your dynamic, before you realized that you could give three shits less about what everyone else thought about your relationship.
You slipped on your skirt and shoes, still recalling ancient memories, and splashed some water on your face, which only mildly succeeded in waking you up, before making your way down to the prearranged meeting spot.
"Where's Remmy?" You asked, noticing the lack of the lycanthrope as you sat down next to Sirius on the blanket he had stretched out.
"He had a prefect meeting this morning, for now it's just you and I sunshine." He pulled you closer and kissed your temple. He was right, it was quite literally just the two of you out here, everyone else was spending their Saturday either sleeping in or staying in.
"Did I miss breakfast?" you asked, resting your head on his shoulder and placing a hand on your empty grumbling stomach.
"Yea, but I got you this," Sirius shifted around and grabbed you're bag and some toast wrapped in a napkin and handed it to you. This was just another way that Sirius was on top of everything and always taking care of you. He quite literally knew what you wanted before you did.
"Thanks," you murmured, taking the toast and grabbing your essay paper out of your bag and looking over it once more. You smiled as you read it, your hard work paid off, you were sure to get an O. "Whaddoyoufink?" You asked Sirius, handing him the parchment, your mouth was full of toast but he understood.
Sirius' dark brows furrowed in concentration as he read over your essay. Normally Remus would be the one you asked to proof-read your essays, but he was dreadful at potions, Sirius on the other hand here was undoubtedly extremely skilled in potions, having brewed an Animagus potion with James and Peter in fifth year. You admired the boy and his graceful, nonchalant intellect.
"This is amazing, puppy." he kissed your cheek then brought his lips further toward your ear, "You did so good, and good girls deserve a reward."
You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?" You purred as his fingers swept along the lace hem of your panties.
"Wanna taste you," He growled, the vibrations it sent against your skin caused you to buck your hips up into his hand. You wanted nothing more than for him to eat you out; he always did it so well, always made you feel so good.
"I want that," you hummed, the fact that you were breaking Remus' most important rule was raging in the back of your mind. While Remus was very strict on all his rules, this one he was adamant about; Remus wanted to be the cause of all your pleasure, or at least contribute greatly to the cause.
"You can't tell Rem." Sirius said as if he was reading your mind.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Swear."
Once Sirius got your word, he wasted no time flipping up your skirt and burying his head between your legs. You could feel his warm breath against your clothed clit. He didn't dare leave hickeys on your thighs, knowing that if Remus saw them later there would be hell to pay.
"Smells so good, so sweet. Can't wait to eat you up." Sirius' nose bumped your clit, causing you to cry out at the stimulation.
"Please, Sirius. I need you. Need your tongue." Your voice was shaking. You lifted your hips off the ground, hoping he would get the hint and slide your panties off. He did. But not without muttering taunts about how needy you were first.
When Sirius returned his head between your legs, he didn't hesitate before licking a stripe through your slit and groaning in appreciation at the flavor. The combination of the stimulation and the vibrations of his voice had your pussy throbbing and begging for more. Which Sirius eagerly delivered, returning his mouth back down to your sopping wet cunt.
Sirius reached up and began tracing your bottom lip with his middle and ring finger (at some point, unnoticed by you, he must've taken his rings off because they now lay in a small black and silver pile by your thigh) and you got the memo to take them into your mouth.
You began to swirl your tongue between the digits, coating each one with a more than generous amount of saliva, and occasionally moaning around them when Sirius suckled on the spot you needed him most.
When Sirius was satisfied with your work on his fingers, he removed them from your mouth, with a begrudging moan from you, and began to dip them into your hole a knuckle at a time until he bottomed out.
His fingers didn't make you feel nearly as full as his cock, but you were still grateful for the sensation they were giving you as Sirius curled them upwards so they were brushing against your g-spot, causing you walls to clench around them with every stroke.
His tongue was still tracing shapes against your clit. Sounds of pleasure filled the Spring air. You were getting close, Sirius could feel it in the way you were tighter than before and in the way you were so responsive to his every touch.
"Cum," he hummed against your clit, causing your legs to quiver around his head. Your hands gripped onto ebony locks as you hit your high, bucking you hips and letting out a final wanton moan you came around Sirius' fingers, spewing out strings of "Thank you's" on the way down.
When the pair of you finally separated you looked like the perfect image of the sweetest sin; tangled hair and rouge stained faces. You sounded like the sweetest sin too; filling the space around you with panting and breathy "I love you's".
You felt like heaven, though. Sirius could've swore he was planting kisses on the face of angel. He could've swore that somehow, in that moment, you managed to create your own little heaven on earth.
You gave his heart a reason to beat; his lungs a reason to breathe; his eyes a reason to see. Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.
"Look who it is: The disowned and the slut. Where'd the big bad wolf go?" Snape's voice came sounding out from behind you. You watched as Sirius' dark eyes narrowed themselves in on the greasy boy.
"Wouldn't you like to know Snivellus." Sirius spat the nickname.
"Did he finally decide you weren't worth his time, does he have that in common with Mummy and Daddy?" Snape retaliated.
Sirius opened his mouth to say something but you gently pulled on his sleeve, successfully stopping him. "Don't," you mouthed shaking your head. Sirius only eyed you like he was deciding whether to obey or not.
You hated this, their fighting you mean, and their yelling; Sirius must've saw it in your eyes, "I'll meet you in the dorm in a few minutes, 'kay?" His voice was soft but still had an unfamiliar sharpness to it, and while it wasn't directed at you, it still stung.
You nodded and grabbed your bag before giving Sirius one final kiss on the cheek. "Hex her and you're dead," Sirius snarled at Severus while pulling out his wand. Snape looked like he was considering the threat for a moment, before jerking his head in the direction of the castle and dismissing you, assumably complying.
You walked slower than usual, listening for any curses in the chance that Snape might go back on his word. He glared at you as you walked past, and as soon as you got behind him you heard him yell, "Locomotor Wibbly." The Jelly-Legs Jinx.
You turned to see if it was directed at you just in time to see Sirius fall to the ground. He, Sirius, gave you a look urging you to just go on and, with a great deal of strength, you did. "Expulso!" you heard Sirius bellow from behind you before a sudden force pushed you to the ground.
It took a moment to process everything that was happening, and before you knew it Sirius was rushing toward you and Severus stood in place laughing, "I didn't even have to hex her, you did it all by yourself."
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked but didn't wait for a reply before he continued on with a jumbled apology. Truth was, you weren't okay. Sore, embarrassed, and shell-shocked? Yes. Okay? No. "He dodged the spell, I didn't mean for it to hit you. M'sorry about your bag, I'll buy you a new one."
Your bag? He didn't mean the bag that had all of your textbooks in it, did he? And he definitely didn't mean the bag that held your Potions essay, he couldn't, could he? You pushed yourself up from the ground, neglecting the hand that Sirius was offering to you, and looked on the ground around you for you bag before your eyes settled on some ashes and a charred piece of cloth.
You immediately suspected it as being your bag, or that it was your bag at some point, now it was a piece of burnt cloth; the look on Sirius' face and his frantic apologies only further proved your suspicions.
Don't cry, you told yourself, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, but tears began making their way down your cheeks. It's just an accident, the voice in your head reasoned. It was just your bag; and just your textbooks; and just that bloody essay, that was just worth fifty percent of your grade, that you worked on all night for just two days, you argued.
Nothing was just about this.
"I have to go." you murmured before grabbing the blackened remains of you bag and holding them close to your chest and marching up to the castle, using what little dignity you had left not to turn around to face either of the boys behind you.
You could hear Sirius rounding around on Snape and the latter laughing coldly. Your desire to keep Sirius out of trouble competed with your indignity and desire for justice.
It just a spell gone wrong, you tried to reason with yourself; how was Sirius supposed to know that Snape was going to dodge his spell, and that your Potions homework, the same homework that you stayed up all night working on because it was fifty percent of your grade, was going to be blown up.
The attempt to calm yourself down was in vain, your anger rose every time you reiterated the events and again every time you caught a whiff of your burnt belongings.
When you finally got to Gryffindor tower you could barely remember the password due to the hectic headspace you had slipped into. You must've looked a sight because the Fat Lady kept giving you hints about it until you finally got it, something that she never does, for anyone.
When you walked into the common room there a group of third years began staring at you and whispering to one another, succeeding in making you feel more like a spectacle. You rushed up to the boys room, just wanting to be alone, you just needed some time to think, some time to let everything settle.
You slammed the door behind you and kicked off your Mary Janes, throwing the only piece of fabric left of your bag somewhere in the room. You headed toward Remus' bed but groaned in disappointment as you saw that the lanky boy was occupying it.
Normally, you wouldn't describe Remus' presence in the dorm as a "disappointment", but today clearly wasn't a normal day. "What are you doing here?" you asked him at the same time he asked you:
"What in Godric's name happened?"
"Siri happened." Tears trailed down your cheeks. Remus' eyes flickered around your frame before coming to a stop at your eyes, he gave you a solemn look urging you to explain more. "H-he got into a-a duel with S-Severus and he blew up m-my stuff and my essay." The words were corrupted with tears and stutters, but Remus understood.
Remus said nothing he just got up and enveloped you in his arms. You don't know how long he held you there, against his chest, just letting you cry, mumble, pout, and cry some more, before he finally spoke. "Look at me," Remus furrowed his eyebrows, "are you in subspace?"
You shook your head. You didn't know exactly what it was that was causing you to feel like this; like you had an abundance of pent up energy and desperately needed an outlet to release it. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the overstimulation of today, or maybe it was the fact that-
"Sirius touched you?" Remus asked. You didn't even realize you had let it slip. You instinctively opened your mouth to say something to protect Sirius, but stopped yourself. Sirius didn't deserve your protection.
Remus' eyes grew dark and he gritted his teeth as you nodded. You knew your confession would probably mean that you would be punished too, but were pleasantly surprised when he declared you exempt from the punishment. "C'mon, lovie. You've been through enough today let's get you settled, we'll deal with him later."
But Remus never got the chance to get you settled, for as soon as the words left his lips Sirius was bursting in. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Remus murmured from under his breath.
"Y/N, I'm so sorr-" Sirius started but hushed when Remus gave him what the three of you have come to know as "the look".
"Do you know how many rules you've broken?" Remus asked the shorter boy. The former looked at his watch, "It's barely ten o'clock and you've already broken three of my rules."
"Nuh-uh," Sirius tried to argue, but his voice was meek. He knew better that to raise his voice at Remus, especially given the trouble he was already in. "I only broke one," he said like that made it any better, "I hexed only Snivellus, and I had a good reason for doing it."
Remus cleared his throat, "You hexed Severus, you hurt Y/N-"
"-On accident!" he interrupted, but then quickly apologized.
"Guess that makes four broken rules then, interrupting and touching Y/N without my permission."
Sirius mouth gaped open, "You said you wouldn't tell!" He exclaimed, he was looking at you now.
Remus put his arm around you protectively, "If I recall correctly, not keeping secrets was another rule that it seems you have broken."
Sirius' eyes began to water, whether it was due to the obvious fact that he was slipping into subspace, your betrayal, or his dread of a punishment worthy of breaking five rules, was unbeknownst to you.
"If you want to keep yourself from getting into any more trouble I suggest you strip and get on your knees." Remus said then turned his attention to you. He leaned in closer so that his mouth was grazing the shell of your ear.
"What do you propose we do with him?" he whispered loud enough for Sirius to hear. You thought it over for a moment as Sirius looked at you with pleading eyes. He was rid of his shirt and starting to rid himself of his trousers now, his lightly toned and tattooed chest exposed to the two of you.
You're eyes darted over to what was left of your bag, the scrap of fabric had landed on Peter's bed when you threw it, and you felt what little sympathy you had for him die away. You feigned thinking, tapping your chin like you were deep in thought. "I think we should edge him, Daddy."
"Why?" The broken whine came spilling from Sirius' lips. You knew that edging was his least favorite punishment; Sirius hates being denied of his orgasm, he hates the feeling of being on the brink of pleasure and restricting himself from it. Even more so, he hates begging, he despises it, but begging, either for your forgiveness or mercy, was the only way you're gonna let him cum today.
"Because that's what she wants. Because it's what you deserve." Remus answered Sirius, who was now completely naked and kneeling. His eye's darted between the two of you, who were still fully clothed.
Smirks played on both, your and Remus', lips at the sight of the submissive boy in front of you. Although you didn't do it often, domming was one of your favorite ways to relieve stress and just the outlet you needed right now.
You slowly walked toward Sirius, stopping only when your cunt was inches away from his face. You shot a questioning glance behind you at Remus, "Is this okay?" you asked with your eyes. He nodded, giving you permission to have your way with him.
You wrapped a firm hand around his chin, smiling smugly you lowered yourself until you were at his level, "You don't deserve to feel good do you?" You asked him. He whined meekly in response. "Who deserves to feel good?"
"Good boys," Sirius was practically sobbing in anticipation, they eyeliner that usually sits delicately on his water line now marked the path of the tears rolling down his cheek. The sight had you growing slick.
"Who's gonna cum today?" You asked him, you voice full of mock sympathy and faux sweetness.
"Y-you and Daddy." Sirius choked out.
"That's right." You used your thumb to swipe his tears away from his cheek. Sirius groaned as you brought your finger up to suck off the salty flavor when you were done. "If you want so much as a chance to cum, you're gonna have to prove you're a good boy. You're gonna have to prove that you deserve it."
You turned back to Remus, who was watching the whole exchange while leaning on the bed post, and enveloped him in a needy kiss. Sirius' whines and (almost; you were so close to having him right where you want him,) begs fell unto deaf ears.
You were only focusing on the feel of Remus' tongue battling yours. You did your best to memorize the way his lips felt as they slipped between your teeth. Your moans echoed in the cavern of his mouth. Your hands tangled themselves in heaps of honey brown hair.
"Up." You said to Sirius as you pulled your mouth away from the lycanthrope, you punctuated the command with a flick of your pointer finger. When Sirius was in a standing position, you grabbed Remus' hand and led him so that you were standing on Sirius' right and Remus was standing to the left of Sirius, whose eyes were now adverted to the floor.
"No touching." You ordered the punished boy as you sunk to your knees, lightly pulling on Remus' arm so he got the hint to follow you down. "Look how hard he is," You said, looking at Remus over Sirius' length, "it's almost as if he likes being punished."
"I don't." Sirius whined from above the two of you.
Remus began to stroke Sirius' cock, stopping after a few strokes to rub his thumb across the slit collecting the precum that resided there. Sirius became a moaning mess above you, but Remus continued to talk to you nonchalantly, not playing the boy any mind.
"You would think so, with the way he tries to break every rule in the book." Remus lightly squeezed the shaft of Sirius' cock, causing him to groan and keel over. Remus steadied him with a firm hand and continued with his handiwork (pun completely and utterly intended).
"At least one of my babies knows how to behave." Remus leaned over a kissed you over Sirius' cock. Sirius whined his dissent from above you. "You're always so good for me, puppy. My good girl."
"She is not a good girl." Sirius spat, actually spat, saliva ran down your left cheek, earning himself a firm squeeze of the balls by Remus. Sirius let out a breathy moan and a string of apologies.
You swiped the spit off your cheek and added your own to the collection in the palm of your hand before picking up where Remus left off, grabbing Sirius' cock and slowly stroking. Your hands were smaller than Remus' and your strokes were longer, the new feeling had Sirius barely able to stand.
"Look at what you're doing to him, puppy. He's shaking." Remus laughed as he watched your hand slide up and down over Sirius' shaft. Each flick of you wrist had Sirius squeezing his eyes shut and his dick twitching in the palm of your hand.
"Fuck. Please Daddy, need to cum." Sirius groaned, his legs were shaking more than ever.
"What do you think, baby?" Remus asked you. You shook your head, slowing down your strokes.
Sirius whine from above you, "Please, please, I'll be so good, please."
You removed your hand from his cock, "cum then." You looked up at him expectantly.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." His voice was filled with relief as he began to jerk himself off.
"Stop." Your voice was firm and Sirius instinctively listened. "Who said you could touch yourself?"
"You." He stamped his foot against the floor, fucking brat.
"Did I say that?" You asked Remus.
"I don't think you did." A sadistic smirk played on both of your faces.
"I said you could cum, not that you could touch yourself. You either cum untouched or you don't cum at all."
Sirius was crying again. "B-but I can't cum like that." He blubbered.
"Then don't cum." Remus chaffed.
"Let's try this again, who gave you permission to touch yourself?" You asked him slowly.
"Nobody." Sirius mumbled.
"He's just itching to break the rules." Remus tutted and Sirius winced.
"What else is new?" You quipped and the two of you, you and Remus, laughed as Sirius sniffled from above you. "Look how red his tip is," you said turning your attention back to his cock, putting your own desire to cum on the back burner.
"I bet he tastes so good." You said, diving down to lick the precum on the head of his cock, Sirius threw his head back and his cock twitched as you hummed in appreciation at the flavor. Remus began to plant kisses all the way up his shaft until his lips met yours, capturing you in a heated kiss as Sirius' twitching cock prodded at the pair of your lips.
Remus took your place, swirling his tongue around the rigid head of Sirius' erect cock. You moaned as you watched him; you knew Remus was good with his mouth, but actually seeing him at work was a whole different experience.
You looked at the boy above you as you used your tongue to trace one of the more prominent veins on the side of his cock. Sirius' muscles were tense and his fists were clenched, everything in him went to trying to hold back his orgasm.
Remus and yourself were not making it any easier for him either; Remus was now taking Sirius' cock deep in his throat, his green eyes were trained on Sirius gray ones as he hollowed his cheeks around him. You took Sirius' balls into your mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking your tongue against them, the result was a withering and whining Sirius.
"Please stop, m'gonna cum, please..." Sirius groaned, his cock was twitching with every touch, Remus tapped your wrist signalling for you to stop your actions. Sirius whined as you released him from your mouth.
"Go sit on your bed, and don't even think about cumming." Remus commanded the older boy, who groused but knew better than to actually voice his complaints. Remus took your face in his hands and you allowed yourself to melt into them.
His pupils were blown and his needy and his face was flushed. The look was unfamiliar on Remus but you relished in it. "I need you, Daddy." You whispered slowly, he studied you for any hint of doubt.
As soon as he was sure he didn't see any, he was offering you a hand up before tackling the buttons on your shirt, exposing your lacy bra. "So pretty," Remus mumbled as his hands made their way to your breasts, you slipped your shirt off of your shoulders and stuck out your chest, presenting it to him.
Remus reached a strong arm behind you and unclasped your bra, your nipples grew hard as they hit the air and the werewolf made a beeline toward them, rolling one between his thumb and forefinger and flicking the other with his tongue.
Sirius whined. You looked over Remus' shoulder at him, he was sitting on his hands, presumably to keep him from touching himself, his red cock sat leaking against his stomach. You shot him a taunting look and he flipped you off with a silver ring clad finger.
You started to snicker at his antics but it turned into a choked moan when Remus lightly bit down on your nipple. When you looked back and Sirius he had a satisfied smirk on his face, but as he watched Remus tracing your cunt through you panties his desire to be touched crumbled his resolve.
Remus bent down to his knees, pulling your skirt and knickers with him so that they now sat around your ankles. "Such a pretty pussy." He whispered so quietly that you didn't know if he was talking to you or himself, his breath fanned your cunt, causing it to clench at the sensation.
You whined as he pulled away to pull off his sweater, but he made up for his absence when he threw your leg over his shoulder and began eating you out like a man starved. You kept your eyes firmly shut as his tongue prodded at your entrance and his nose bumped into your clit.
He groaned at the taste of your slick on his tongue, sending vibrations through your body and causing you to shiver at the stimulation. Your moans mixed with Sirius' as he watched from his perch on the bed.
He dipped two fingers into you and you groaned at the stretch, but were quickly silenced when they were thrusted into your g-spot causing you to let out a silent moan. His fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, filling you with utmost rapture.
You felt Remus growl against you as he lapped relentlessly at your clit. You tangled your hands in his hair, desperate to ground yourself to something. You knew you were a goner when he began sucking on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to give you the maximum amount of pleasure.
"Please, Daddy. Please let me cum." You cried out, involuntarily rolling your hips against his face. He hummed his assent against your core, sending you over the edge into paradise. You drew in a deep breath as everything around you faded into black.
The room sounded radio silent as your ears went temporarily deaf at the bliss. "So good," you panted as your senses came back to you. Remus placed a sloppy kiss to your cunt before pulling away, his face glistening with your slick.
"All fours on my bed, facing Sirius." He growled, slipping completely into his dominant headspace. You complied and watched as the he pulled off his pants and trousers before approaching the submissive man.
Sirius moaned as Remus tangled his fingers in his dark brown locks, forcing his eyes to meet Remus'. "You're gonna spit on my fucking cock. I want it sloppy fucking wet, is that understood?" Remus spoke in a low baritone.
Sirius only nodded and fell to his knees, taking Remus' cock into his mouth. "I said spit, not suck. Fucking brat, can't even take an order." Remus smacked the hollow part of Sirius' cheek and the sound echoed around the room.
Sirius winced and let out a string of pathetic sounding apologies, "M'sorry, Daddy. M'so sorry, it won't happen again. Please let me cum." Your cunt clenched as you heard him begging, knowing just how much he hated it only made it that much better for you.
Remus bit his bottom lip at the sound of the submissive's high pitched pleas, "Don't make me tell you again, I put you on your knees with a purpose, not to hear you beg like a pathetic fucking whore."
Sirius gathered the spit in his mouth, let it drip down the length of Remus' cock, then looked up at the taller man for approval. Remus' large, scared hand squeezed Sirius' cheeks until his plump lips slightly jutted out.
"Looks like somebody actually can be good." Remus gave him mock praise but Sirius still seemed to find comfort in it. "Bed." Remus said simply and nodded his head in the direction of Sirius' bed.
Sirius wasted no time climbing up there, getting on all fours and arching his back, presenting his stretched asshole to Remus, that conniving motherfucker, he wasn't sitting on his hands to keep him from touching himself, he was prepping himself.
Your jaw dropped and Sirius looked back at you with a smug look. "M'all ready for you, Daddy." He purred. Remus only laughed at the boy.
"Aww, poor puppy. Did you really think you were getting Daddy's cock?" Remus chided. It was your turn to wear the satisfied smirk. Remus blew cool air on Sirius' bum and his hole puckered up again.
"B-but I've been so good." Sirius was crying again.
Remus mocked his pout, "Quit crying, You look pathetic." He said simply before delivering a harsh slap to Sirius' ass (causing him to whine more than he already was) and coming around behind you.
Sirius sat on his bed and glared at you as he watched Remus line himself up with your hole. Remus pushed in slowly, giving you time to get used to being full of him, before pulling all the way out and thrusting into you again.
The tip of his cock pounded into your cervix, causing you to groan at the painful pleasure. "So fucking tight," Remus groaned from behind you, relishing in the feeling of his dick being fully sheathed inside of you once more.
"Please move, sir." You pleaded with the Dominant male, who said nothing as he grabbed your hips and began to jack-hammer into you. His pace was relentless, and you were silently thanking Merlin for the amount of werewolf stamina.
Your moans were staccato as he thrusted deep in to you, leaving you breathless every time. Behind you Remus was a growling mess, letting out low groans every time your cunt fluttered around him. The boy in front of you was squirming, desperate for some sort of friction, his cock still standing at attention.
You threw him a look, but didn't have enough time to see his reaction as your eyes involuntarily shut due to overwhelming pleasure. The darkness that clouded your vision gave to the ability to focus on the pornographic sounds of skin against skin.
The head of his cock dragged against your g-spot with every thrust, and you felt the familiar knot beginning to build in your stomach. "M'close." You managed to moan out, you felt Remus' dick twitch inside of you, a telltale sign that he was also on the brink of an orgasm.
"Cum with me." He growled, his chest was pressed against your back and his mouth was right next to your ear. You felt his hot, sweet smelling breath on your neck. All it took was a few more thrusts and Remus burying his teeth into your shoulder to have the two of you coming undone together.
Both of your moans rang out in symphony, then, without warning, Sirius' groans of pleasure were joining the harmony. Your eyes shot open just in time to see Sirius shooting ropes of cum onto his stomach.
His cheeks were red and his head was thrown back, exposing his Adams apple, which bobbed with every groan. You knew that Remus saw him too by the sound of the humorless laugh that sounded out next to your ear.
"Cumming without permission. That makes seven broken rules." Remus tutted. Sirius' head shot up and he looked at Remus with wide eyes. Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but Remus silenced him with a raise of his hand.
"Enough. I don't wanna hear apologies that you don't mean, there are better things to use your mouth for." Remus snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor beside of him and Sirius came rushing over to him. "I don't take well to my cum being wasted. When I pull out you're gonna catch all of the cum that drips out of Y/N with your tongue, but do not swallow, I will tell you what I want you to do with it when I see it on your tongue."
"Yes, sir." Sirius mumbled, the both of you were taken aback by the lack of punishment that followed Sirius' mess up.
"M'gonna pull out now, okay?" Remus murmured into your ear and you nodded. You whined at the newfound feeling of emptiness. You immediately felt Sirius' hot breath right next to your cunt. Remus placed a hand on the small of your back as you allowed his cum to drip out of you.
Sirius hummed at the familiar taste of Remus' cum which was steadily dripping onto his tongue. "Good job, puppy." Remus praised Sirius, "Stand up, let me see it."
You looked behind you and watched as Sirius showed Remus the cum that was glistening oh his tongue. "Y/N, lay down," Remus addressed you, while looking at Sirius. "Sirius is gonna fuck my cum back into you with his tongue."
You smiled at the prospect and settled yourself on Remus' bed so that your back was pressed against his pillows. Sirius settled himself between your legs, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt and looking up at you with gray doe eyes.
You tangled your hands in his hair to keep him in place and tried not to whine at the overstimulation. Sirius wasn't going to make that goal any easier for you, he knew exactly what he was doing, having eaten you out plenty of times before.
He moaned as his tongue flickered around your entrance, sending vibrations straight to your clit. Your back arched instinctively and you looked at Remus to see if he was aware of what Sirius was doing.
Remus however was focused on whatever he was picking up off the floor, your eyes widened when he came into view. He was holding his belt, his sights set on Sirius' ass which was sticking up in the air.
The man between your legs was blissfully unaware of what was happening behind him. Suddenly his lack of punishment became clear, Remus was going for the element of surprise.
Your eyes were trained on Remus as he reared back and snapped the belt on the Sirius' exposed backside. Sirius let out a whimper, just as he realized what was happening the belt was coming down on him again.
"Five for every rule broken." Remus' voice was laced with a sadistic sense of pleasure as hit him again.
By the sixth strike Sirius' ass was glowing red. By the tenth tears teetered on the brink of his eyes, but he there was a familiar look hiding behind the tears, "Aww, poor puppy. His cock's leaking, he must like getting punished." Remus taunted like it wasn't a well known fact to all three of you that Sirius was nothing short of a masochist.
You grabbed Sirius' jaw and forced him to look at you, "Well?" You asked impatiently, "Daddy's making you feel good and you didn't even say 'thank you'?"
Sirius whined, he wasn't used to having two people being this harsh to him, but that wasn't to say he didn't like it. Sirius would be lying through his pearly white teeth if he said that he didn't like seeing the dominant side of you take charge of him. "Thank you, Daddy." Sirius cried out as Remus hit him with four more blows without stopping.
"Please, Daddy. M'gonna cum. Please let me, Daddy. Please. Please. Please." Sirius begged between tears in response to the twenty-sixth spank. Remus looked at you, giving you the liberty to decide.
You looked down at the pleading boy whose face you held in your hands (you had been doing that since the ninth slap). His pupils were blown, eclipsing his bright silver irises; his hair, that most of his time went into styling and keeping in place was now in messy tangles; black tear tracks stained his cheeks; he looked pathetic, but you still couldn't help to admire the submissive boy.
You nodded, granting him the permission he desperately needed. As the number of spanks tipped over into thirty, Sirius was cumming untouched; painting the sheets with white ropes of cum before collapsing into it.
***
"Y/N," Sirius, who was feeling much more like himself after some reassurance and a warm bath, called you over to Remus' bed, now with fresh sheets, where he was sitting. He pulled out a piece of parchment that seemed very familiar.
"Is that-" you started to ask.
"Your essay. I uh" -he put his hand on the back of his neck- "I duplicated it before you met me on the lawn this morning. I was gonna change a few things and turn it in, but you obviously need it now."
"Sirius Orion Black, you cheater!" You squealed with delight as you threw your arms around his neck. You had never been happier than now to have a conniving brat as a boyfriend.
"And," Remus, who was sitting beside of him reading Hogwarts: A History, coached him along
"I sent an owl to Flourish and Blotts requesting replacement books, you can use mine until yours come in, and I'll buy you any bag you want during our trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow." Sirius mumbled into your hair.
Correction: You had never been happier than now to have a rich conniving brat as a boyfriend.