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fresitasmoribund · 3 months ago

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THANK YOU THIS BROKE ME OUT OF MY WRITER'S BLOCK!! the one brain cell residing in my cranium was rubbing her hands like a fly when i wrote that

Between His Lens, Between Your Legs

-`♡´- pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- summary: You’ve never done a photoshoot in lingerie before, much less with another model. Luckily, Sirius and Remus make you feel more than comfortable.

-`♡´- contains: model!sirius, model!reader, photographer!remus, established wolfstar, modern au, praise, smut (oral, fem receiving), soft dom remus you have my heart

-`♡´- masterlist

-`♡´- word count: 2.8k

-`♡´- a.n: the smut is mostly at the end. part two to this fic kinda

You step out into the bedroom, your see-through babydoll dress swishing softly around your thighs. The silk stockings and garters you wore beneath it added to the playfulness and elegance of the shoot. For a moment, you hesitate – your breath catching as you meet Sirius' gaze.

Sirius' lips slowly curve as he takes you in. “Aren’t you a vision?”

Remus nearly drops his camera when he looks up to take a proper look at you. He clears his throat, quickly glancing down and feigning adjustment of his settings before taking another brief glance at you and offering a tight, polite smile.

“You look incredible.” His praise settles something inside you, steadying your nerves for only a moment.

Sirius leans forward and tilts his head, surveying his boyfriend’s reaction – a quiet exchange dancing between them. A muscle in Remus’ eyebrow twitches, causing Sirius’ nose to scrunch in a teasing, amused way – as though holding back a smirk. With an almost imperceptible sharp look, Remus shuts down whatever Sirius was seconds from teasing him about.

"Let's start, then." Sirius preens, passing you with a wink.

Sirius was seated on the edge of the bed, scrolling lazily on his phone as he waited for Remus’ direction. You move behind him, your hands stretching to rest on his shoulders. His reaction is instant – with his face lighting up as he glances up at you over his shoulder. He sets the phone aside to reach up and lightly grab your hands.

“Stay just like that,” Remus instructs as your fingers curl over Sirius’ shoulders. The camera clicks, capturing Sirius’ easy charm and the way you hope your posture exudes a sensual allure. You shift – initially not meaning to – letting your hands smooth over the expensive cotton covering his chest. Sirius follows your lead effortlessly, turning his head just enough to make the moment feel more natural.

“Perfect,” Remus murmurs, stepping to the side to adjust his angle. “Keep going.”

The simple command to "keep going” had lead to even more provocative poses. You lay horizontally across the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow, your other hand resting delicately on the bedspread. One leg crossed over the other, the line of your garter and stockings perfectly accentuated.

Sirius kneels behind you, his weight balanced casually as he watches you settle into the pose. You can feel the warmth of his presence without needing to look back, and your mind goes fuzzy again. The anxiety from earlier begins to creep back in, taking you out of the confidence that you were finally picking up on.

The sudden knitting of your brows causes Remus to pause and lower his camera. He takes a half-step forward, preparing to ask if you need a break. But you take the initiative, grabbing Sirius’ tie and pulling him closer. He blinks, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your hip to steady himself. All you can think about is the warmth from the contact – the warmth of his hand twitching against your skin involuntarily.

“Sorry,” he mutters reflexively, though the apology softens by a grin when he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes. His voice threads with approval as he purrs, “Look at you.”

The corners of your lips twitch. “You said to commit – so I am.”

His grin softens, veering into something more genuine.

“That I did.” His gaze dips to where your fingers still grip his tie, and his voice drops to a whisper. “You’re doing well.”

After a few clicks and flashes from the camera, Remus clears his throat softly.

“That’s beautiful,” he says. “But less chatter, more action.”

Sirius barely glances at Remus, his focus locked entirely on you. “You heard the man.”

You roll onto your stomach, bringing Sirius down with you. After the hours of working with each other, you’re at that point where what would’ve been mortifying is now… comfortable. At least, as comfortable as posing in your underwear for a camera can be. His forehead presses onto the side of your head, his breath warm against your cheek when you arch into him. He moves his hips back before you can truly feel him, and you quickly push down your disappointment. You try to hold the pose as the camera flashes furiously, but every inch of your body felt alive with tension. Sirius was so close, yet clearly afraid to press too hard.

“Closer,” Remus commands, the instruction soft but firm and traveling straight down your spine. “Let it be real.”

Sirius hesitates for what seems to be the first time as he gingerly shifts forward. The air in the room grows thick when you feel his hardness pressing against you. It’s a natural reaction, you tell yourself. Just like mine is. You were prepared for this – your agent and the countless articles on photoshoots like these had told you so. You just weren’t prepared for the reality of the persistent ache between your thighs, and his very real erection. Remus hums in approval, and you’re not sure if he’s unaware or purposefully fueling the fire between you and the body above yours. For your own sanity – you hope he’s unaware.

“Exactly like that,” Remus adds, his tone somehow grounding you while making your pulse race even faster.

The rhythmic hum of his camera fills the air, punctuated by the occasional beep. The sound echoes inside your mind, blending into the rapid beating of your heart and the warmth spreading across your chest. You’re not even sure when you rolled onto your back – but you were aware of how this looked. Sirius leaning over you, his hand grazing your waist as you stretch beneath him.

Your arm rests on his shoulder, and your leg bends, brushing against his hip. His weight is carefully distributed, making sure not to push any boundaries you are disappointed in the existence of. Sirius tilts his head, his dark hair falling into his face – and for a moment – it is impossible to tell whether it is part of the pose or something entirely unscripted. His hand slides an inch higher on your waist, rucking up your sheer garments under his fingers. He moves his hand as to not touch your skin, his thumb brushing a lazy circle through the delicate fabric.

“This okay?” he asks quietly, and you can hear the apologetic note in it that made your chest tighten.

You nod almost immediately as you meet his gaze, your breath hitching. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

His lips curve into a small, almost shy smile that was as uncharacteristic as it was sweet.

“Good. Tell me when…” But his voice trails off. You know what he means; you don’t want him to stop.

“Alright,” Remus’ voice cuts through the charged silence, and there was the faintest edge of amusement there. “If you’re going to continue looking at each other like that, you might as well stop pretending it’s for the camera.”

Sirius freezes, his gaze flicking toward Remus, though his hand doesn’t move from your waist. You are just as still – heat flooding to your cheeks as you attempt to process what had just been said.

“Excuse me?” Sirius says after a beat, his usual quick wit faltering.

“You heard me,” Remus replies, stepping out from behind the camera. His movements are smooth and unhurried, and the calm in his voice was somehow more disarming than if he’d made a joke. “Go on. You’re already halfway there. Might as well finish what you’ve started.”

The words hang in the air, but nobody moves. Sirius opens his mouth as if to respond. But then his attention is brough back to you. His expression is unreadable, and you trust that yours is too.

“Be honest with me,” he whispers, removing his hand from your waist to give you room to flee. “Because I don’t want to stop unless you do.”

You’re stunned into silence as you search his face for any sign of doubt or humor. But there is none – just a quiet patience that makes you feel safe, even as your nerves web with the undeniable pull of desire. Slowly – tentatively – you lean forward, your lips brushing against his. Sirius tilts his head, deepening the connection and igniting a spark in your chest. Warmth travels through your entire body, his hand going back to squeeze your waist. Your head dips back onto the mattress as your tongue moves against his.

“That’s good,” Remus murmurs. The approval in his tone makes you shudder, and you pull back just enough to glance at him.

His gaze softens – not just on Sirius but on you – and before you can process it, he moves toward the bed. He kneels beside you, his fingers brushing along your cheek.

“You’re captivating,” he said with a faint smile. “The way you move together—it’s mesmerizing.”

Your lips – already wet from Sirius’ kiss – part as he leans in to bridge the gap. It’s feather-light at first until your lips move against his. In response, he presses closer – though still contrasting with Sirius’ heated energy. Remus’ kiss is a steady, powerful pull that reaches further than your lips. Sirius’ thumb continues to trace small circles at your waist against the rising tension.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his eyes flicking between you and Remus.

When Remus finally pulls back, his lips hover close to yours. His expression was awash with a reverent wonder that makes your pulse skip.

His hand cups your cheek gently as he whispers, “Does this feel right to you?”

Swallowing, you nod, words barely finding their way past your lips. “It does.”

At your affirmation, Remus smiles and turns his head toward Sirius. The two of them exchange a look that speaks volumes – more than words can convey – before Sirius eases back onto his heels.

“Alright, lovebirds,” he teases lightly. “Move over, yeah?”

You laugh softly, nerves and excitement blending into a flutter in your chest. Sirius shifts back on the bed, bringing you closer as his hands plant firmly on either side of your thighs.

“Raise up a bit for us, gorgeous.”

You push yourself up on your elbows as his words dip low enough to have you exhaling shakily. The weight of their attention settles over you as Remus moves onto the bed more fully. His hand rests lightly on Sirius’ shoulder before he places it over yours.

“Look at you,” Sirius admires, his eyes raking over you. “Utterly stunning.”

Remus’ hand slides down your arm, his thumb grazing over your wrist as he adds, “And so patient with us, too. You’re lovely.”

Your heart races, your mind now gone to mush from arousal. But a part of you still hesitated.

“You’re both okay with this?” you ask, your voice barely above a breath. “I don’t want to ruin anything…”

“You’re not—” Remus’ thumb stills its movement as he briefly looks to Sirius. “We want this – if you do.”

Sirius gave a small, almost nervous smile, his voice unusually tender.

“We’re in the same boat here – this is uncharted for us, too. We’re… figuring it out as we go. But we’re here with you. If you want to stop, just let us know.”

Their reassurances melt the last bit of doubt you’ve been holding onto. You’re unsure of how to respond without sounding too desperate. Sirius brushes his thumb along the curve of your knee as the cogs whir in your mind.

“I’m here,” you finally say, attempting to meet both of their gazes. “For this. I mean… yes.”

Sirius’ grin widens, his hands sliding along your thighs, stopping just short of the undergarments that barely covered you. Remus shifts closer, his hand steadying your back as he whispers against your ear.

“Let us take care of you.”

The weight of their attention – their words, their touch – it is almost too much, yet not enough. Your chest rises and falls quickly, your body caught between nervous anticipation and desperate want.

The fabric of the babydoll dress feels weightless against your skin, but under their gaze, it might as well have been nothing at all. Sirius’ hands skim along your thighs, his fingers curling around the hem where the gauzy fabric met bare flesh. He wets his lips – betraying his worry – his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Please,” you urge him.

The moment stretches until Sirius moves, lifting the hem higher. The cool air ghosts over your skin as the thin garment slides up and over your head, leaving you in little more than lace and silk. His hands hover just shy of your hips, his restraint is evident.

Remus brushes the back of his knuckles along your jawline, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. He leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “So beautiful.”

A tremble runs through you as Sirius lowers himself onto the bed. His eyes are calculating and somehow still wild, his fingertips tracing an idle path down to the curve of your thigh. “Still with me, Moony?”

“Always,” Remus replies. His hand slides to your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he guides your attention back to him. The corner of Remus’ mouth quirks up when he notices your needy expression. “Go on, Padfoot.”

Sirius lets out a breathy laugh, his grin holding all its usual mischief. “You’re really enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?”

Remus chuckles but doesn’t take to the bait, his focus staying on you.

“She deserves to feel worshipped,” he says simply, his fingers continuing their gentle path along your cheek and jaw. “And you need to stop talking and start showing her.”

The words have you squirming just as Sirius lowers himself further, anticipation curling in your stomach. He kisses the inside of your knee first, the softness of his lips igniting a spark that travels up your leg. His hands splay over your thighs as he presses a trail of slow kisses higher. Remus’ voice stayed low in your ear, his words the soothing counterpoint to the fire Sirius was stoking.

“You’re doing so well.” His lips brush the shell of your ear.

Your breathing hitches as Sirius’ mouth finds the sensitive skin just above the edge of your lace underwear. His hands slide down your thighs, steadying himself as he presses his lips just above the waistband. His eyes flick up to you when you whimper – dark and full of intent – before he glances at Remus.

“Like this?” Sirius asks almost playfully.

Remus’ hand slides down to your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Perfect.”

Sirius’ lips continue their descent, his hands anchoring you in place as he draws closer to the dampened spot on the smooth silk of your underwear. You shiver when his breath hits your arousal and finally let out a moan when he slowly licks a stripe over the fabric.

“Does this feel good?" You ignore the teasing lilt in his voice as he asks you this.

You nod, a breathy “Yes” escaping before you can second-guess yourself.

Sirius chuckles under his breath before lowering his head again, lapping and tasting you through your garment. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting them slightly to give himself better access. The intimacy of his touch sends a wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the soft sounds that tumble from your lips.

You can’t find the concern to care that this isn’t even your lingerie that you’re wearing – they were only for the shoot. But Sirius’ tongue is so hot, and the fabric is so delicate that you’re starting to get dizzy. Remus whispers praise in your ear as Sirius continues his ministrations, Remus’s thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth.

Sirius raises his head from between your thighs to briefly fumble with pulling your underwear to the side. You weren’t prepared, and the barest hint of air against your folds has you whining. He doesn’t waste another second, gliding his tongue along your slit. You hadn’t even noticed that Remus had pulled your hair back to press his lips and draw softly at your neck. Your eyes flutter closed, consumed by the sensations. When you moan again, you’re met with the vibrations of an open-mouthed hum against your heat.

Sirius’ lips finally wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and it’s completely overwhelming. Your breaths come out in quick pants at the heat and deliberateness of his mouth, each movement precise yet filled with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore. Your hips rise to meet his mouth when he pulls away for only a second. Remus catches the movement, his hand slipping to your back to support you, still guiding his lips against your skin. You’re not even sure how you’re still sitting up.

After a few seconds of bliss, Sirius raises his head again, causing you to groan and Remus to chuckle.

“We aren’t keeping you from another shoot, are we, darling?” he asks, the roguish curve of his lips glossy with his spit and your arousal.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head after finally catching your breath. “No, you’re not.”

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fresitasmoribund · 3 months ago

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i’m utterly OBSESSED with your model wolfstar x reader posts

could we potentially get a part 3 (maybe where we are shooting another intimate one bc the last one did so well and sirius convinces remus to do the modelling and let him work the camera - which he does, except this shoot has a far more provocative rougher vibe that the other one and at one point we’re on our knees and stuff and then bam.. smut) 🤭🤗❤️

this took forever im so sorry!

-`♡´- part: 1, 2

-`♡´- pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- contains: model!sirius, model!reader, photographer!remus, established wolfstar, modern au, praise, smut, oral (male receiving), fingering

-`♡´- warning: hair pulling (reader has pullable hair? LOL idk hair texture isn’t specified), fingers in mouth

-`♡´- masterlist

-`♡´- word count: 6k

The loft is quiet, save for the creaking of floorboards beneath your heels. You cross your arms, unsure if it is the chill in the air or the thought of seeing them again that raise the goose pimples along your skin.

It had been weeks since that shoot – weeks of confusion and unasked questions. You didn’t know what the three of you were. Nevertheless, the first shoot had been a wild success. Your agent hasn’t stopped singing its praises. “You’re in high demand,” she’d chirped over the phone while confirming this follow-up shoot. “Black and Lupin? Absolute magic with you.”

But the aftermath of the first shoot had still left you feeling… you weren’t quite sure. They’d sent gifts, messages congratulating you, and even a bottle of wine with Sirius’ sprawling handwriting across a tag that read To our muse. Sweet, sure, but what did it mean for the three of you?

And then there was the box. It showed up on your doorstep a week after the shoot. You’d stared at the box for a long moment before opening it – heart pounding – wondering if this was some final gesture to put the shoot behind you… or if it meant something else entirely.

It was the exact set you’d worn during that intimate whirlwind, folded neatly inside. A card in Remus’ script read: Just in case you ever fancy wearing it again.

That was all. No calls. No new texts. No mention of the way Remus’ words seared your skin, or the way Sirius’ mouth had you crying out in pleasure. You concluded that the near-magnetic tension that had pulled the three of you together was only temporary fun. Now, you were booked to face them again.

Your stomach fluttered. What happens this time?

Shadows play along the exposed brick walls, lending the place a rugged feeling. It was a far cry from the chic air of your last photoshoot. And – despite the awkwardness that pulses beneath the surface – they greet you warmly. Remus smiles as Sirius opens his arms for an embrace you can’t stop yourself from being wrapped in. He smells just as you remembered – like a sweet smoky leather.

“Everything okay?” Remus asks as you take a step back from Sirius.

You nod, grateful for the assurance. You’re trying so hard not to smile like an idiot, the corners of your lips twitching. The last shot was so intense, so unpredictable, that this anticipation was getting to you.

“You look perfect,” Sirius chimes in, walking behind you to better appreciate the backless dress you’re wearing.

You look over your shoulder before you can stop yourself. “Planning on buying me this one too?”

You immediately regret what you’d just blurted out. You had only meant it as a joke, not to call out either of them for their leaving you in the dark. A deeper part of you rejoiced in the way Sirius’ eyes widened just a tad, and the intake of breath from the man in front of you.

“Tempting,” was all Sirius mumbles as he walks past you, and he briefly steals another glance at you. You don’t have it in you to apologize, but you do go silent and stare at the floor. But apologize for what, exactly?

As he settles into the chair provided for the pictures, he breaks your sudden trance. “Shall we get straight into it?”

Looking up, Remus gives you a reassuring smile and nod, which you return. You move toward Sirius, and upon your approach, he spreads his legs and looks up at you with that wicked grin of his.

“Up you go, gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hand reaching out to help you onto his lap. You hesitate for a moment, but the pull is too strong. You slide into position, sitting on one of his thighs feeling the warmth of his body beneath you. One of his hands immediately find their place on your hip, the other on your thigh – it’s light, but purposeful.

It’s an intimate start, but it’s nothing you haven’t done together before. Still, as you settle in and Remus’ camera flashes, you try not to think too much on the weight of his hands. You’re all warm and flushed, and you feel as though your blood is boiling beneath your skin. He’s testing the waters with every inch of fabric his fingers roam over. But when you meet his gaze, the playful glint in his eyes deepens, and everything stills. His hand drifts to your back and your muscles tense, causing you to twitch. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, and you forgive him for his cruelty as he “adjusts” one of the straps of your dress. You swallow, trying to focus on the task at hand. But the tension between you and Sirius is thick – so thick that you can almost taste it.

As you adjust your position, you turn your head toward the camera. Sirius leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear, and you freeze. He murmurs, his voice low and rougher than before.

“I miss having you like this.” The words wrap around you as you look back to him.

Is my heart giving out? You swear it is.

You were too distracted by the confession you’ve been craving that you weren’t paying attention to his wandering hands. He pulls a gasp from you when he squeezes your breast, your eyes widening.

“Sirius.” Remus’ tone is a clear warning. For a second, you’d almost forgotten what you were here for.

“I’m being good,” Sirius replies casually, but he throws you a wink. Just as it had never happened, his hands slide down to your waist.

His lips hover just shy of yours, your breaths mingling. You fight every fiber of your being not to close the gap, but the moment is gone too quickly. He leans back, his hands still on your body. The room feels significantly smaller, and you shift in his lap. As you adjust your posture to have your body fully facing the camera, his hands follow every moment. He guides you with a casual expertise that betrays how much he’s paying attention. His fingers slide along your thighs, and you try to mask your confusion as he lifts one of your thighs to spread your legs.

You snap your head to look at him, as if to call his bluff. But you should know better, considering who you’re modeling with. Just what are you planning, Sirius Black?

His gaze is locked on yours, giving no clear indication of what he’s really planning. You gasp involuntarily again when you feel the coolness of his rings against your warm flesh, his thumb brushing along the crease of your thigh. The heat rushes to your cheeks as the sound of the camera shutter stops. His fingers slip under your underwear, but he stops before making any contact with your sex – much to your dismay. He glances up at Remus, his grin widening.

“Does this pose work for you, Moony?” It’s way too casual.

Finally detaching your eyes from Sirius’ face, you take note of how stiff Remus is, his camera lowered. His fingers twitch where they rest on the camera, and he exhales slowly. Sirius’ fingers flex against your skin, but Remus schools his features into something neutral. Dragging his gaze from where Sirius’ hand is, he finally looks him in the eyes.

There’s a long pause, and you try your best to keep your breathing in check. Sirius’ fingers trace small, lazy circles against your skin. It tingles and spreads into a shiver curling up your spine. You’re waiting for some big reaction from Remus – for him to cancel the shoot and leave, or set his camera down and join you two. Instead, he clears his throat and shifts his weight.

“Pretty sure that’s not part of the poses we planned for,” he murmurs, though there’s a rough edge to his voice that exposes how tightly wound he is. His gaze flickers to you, assessing, searching for any sign that you want this to stop. But you don’t move away. Should I be moving away? Despite what transpired the previous time you’d seen them; did you have the right to want more from them?

Sirius only hums in response, a deep, satisfied sound.

“Mm, thought it was,” he muses, his fingers twitching against you before – mercifully – he withdrawals his touch, pulling back with a slow drag of his hand.

Sirius guides you effortlessly, and you follow the silent direction to straddle his lap. You press your chest against his, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Sirius exhales, tilting his head so that his lips brush against your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel just the slightest pressure of his lips. The camera clicks, but the sound barely registers over the rapid pulse of your heartbeat.

Sirius’ hands slide down your back, past the curve of your waist, resting firmly beneath the swell of your backside. He shifts beneath you, pressing you against his bulge, and the fleeting friction has you biting your lip to hold back the sound that threatens to escape.

Remus makes a strangled noise – something caught between exasperation and disbelief. “Sirius.”

I should be pleading for forgiveness, not aching for him to fill me while I’m in his boyfriend’s lap.

Sirius only chuckles and makes quick work of pulling your dress over your hips, exposing more of your skin to the cool air of the loft. Your breath hitches as he continues to press you down against him. The slow, deliberate roll of his hips pulls a startled yelp from your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to meet his movements, mewling and rocking against him.

“I haven’t even touched you properly,” he whispers to you. “Missed us that much?”

You can only nod. He drags out an “aww”, mocking pout deepening just to make your face heat more.

You wonder if Remus was able to take enough shots before things spiraled past the realm of professionalism, but the thought barely lingers. A loud chorus of yes, yes, yes drowns out any rational thought as Sirius’ mouth finds the curve of your jaw. The warmth of his slow, open-mouthed kisses combining with the consistent pressure against your core have you crying out pathetically. Your hidden anticipation was revealed by the smallest attention to the space between your legs.

Your fingers twitch against his shoulders, gripping instinctively as another roll of his hips shoots through you. He’s relentless, guiding you into the motion with a firm grip. His lips move down the column of your throat, and just as his teeth scrape against your pulse point—

Remus makes a noise – caught between a sharp inhale and an incredulous scoff. He drags a hand down his face, his patience past the point of wearing thin.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, though the way he adjusts his stance betrays that he’s not entirely unaffected either. “We’re done with this shoot.”

That’s when Sirius seemed to remember that this was, in fact, a photoshoot – not an excuse to have you grinding against each other. With a sigh that was more performative than genuine, he tilts his head back and shifts his attention back to the camera. While you nervously straighten yourself up, there was a glint in his eye that caught your attention.

“You know what?” Sirius drawls, stretching lazily before flashing Remus a wicked grin. “I’ve always wanted to be behind the camera.”

Remus stills. His brows lift, the only outward sign of his hesitation, but it’s enough for Sirius to pounce. His hands finally relinquish their hold on your ass as he guides you off his lap, standing in one smooth motion. You blink up at him and awkwardly pull your dress down, still feeling the lingering heat of his touch. He doesn’t let go of you just yet, smoothing his hands down your arms before guiding you toward Remus.

Remus eyes Sirius warily, suspicion flickering across his features. “I don’t think—”

Sirius tuts, reaching for the camera hanging from Remus’ neck. “Think less, my love.”

He slides the strap over Remus’ head and lifts the camera into his own hands, testing the weight of it like a prize. His smile is wolfish as he steps back, making a shooing motion. “Go on, Moony. Get close to our girl.”

Our girl.

Fighting back the biggest grin, you glance at Remus as he exhales. He shakes his head in reluctant amusement before his eyes flicker to yours. There’s something so him about it – the careful consideration, the quiet war between curiosity and restraint. You tilt your head, offering a small smile, and that’s all it took for him to fold. He sighs in defeat, moving toward you despite mumbling something under his breath. His first instinct is to fix your hair, sending a pool of heat to your stomach. You mumble a soft thank you.

Sirius raises the camera, adjusting the focus before snapping a quick picture of Remus just standing there, looking unsure. The shutter click echoes through the loft.

Remus tenses. “Oi, don’t waste film.”

Sirius hums, glances at the digital preview before pressing the Playback button.

“Wouldn’t call that a waste,” he mumbles appreciatively, his eyes roaming hungrily over the picture. He turns the camera toward you. “Back me up here, love. Tell our Remus how gorgeous he is.”

Our, our, our… I could die from this.

You nod, your smile widening. “He is.”

Remus lets out a scoffing laugh, ducking his head for a moment and running a hand through his hair. “I’m not photogenic.”

You can’t help shooting him a sharp look, Sirius doing the same.

“That’s enough of that—"

“You’re ridiculous is what you are,” Sirius chides.

Remus raises a brow. “What’s ridiculous is us not having enough pictures for this campaign,”

Sirius ignored him entirely, looking at you instead. “Put your head on his chest.”

“Yes, sir.” You giggle and stepping closer to rest your cheek against the firm plane of Remus’ chest. You hear the steady thump of his heartbeat; feel the way his breath catches ever so slightly at the contact. Sirius clicks his tongue.

“Not close enough.”

You barely have time to react before Sirius reaches out, pressing two fingers against the side of your face to guide you until you’re flush against Remus. It’s not just an adjustment – it’s a silent push to something else. You don’t resist.

The camera clicks.

You slip into action, your fingers grazing over the fabric of Remus’ shirt, tracing the curve of his bicep. You don’t have to think about it anymore – about how to move, how to look. It comes naturally now, your body responding to the weight of Sirius’ gaze behind the lens, to the way Remus’ breathing has begun to stutter. He’s tense, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides.

“Touching her won’t kill you, Moony.”

Remus swallows, his jaw tightening. There’s a pause. He finally lifts a hand, placing it against your head. His touch is warm, grounding. You relax into it, sighing softly as your fingers trail further up his arm – relishing the heat of his skin beneath the soft fabric.

The camera clicks, but you’re barely registering the sound. The warmth of Remus’ fingers still lingers against your head. Sirius hums in satisfaction behind the lens, but you can sense his restlessness – he wants more.

Remus exhales through his nose when you meet his gaze again, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he flexes his fingers against your side. He tests the weight of his touch with a gentle squeeze, and you respond by standing closer to him. He adjusts his stance, rolling his shoulders back slightly. He’s starting to play along, you notice.

The moment breaks when you can’t help letting out a nervous giggle.

He chuckles too, his brows pinching together. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, pressing your lips into a line. “You’re just—” You pause, searching for the words.

“Hopeless?” Sirius suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“I was going to say ’sweet’,” you correct.

Remus scoffs, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “That’s worse.”

“Be possessive about it.” Sirius sighs, shaking his head playfully.

Remus clears his throat, and, before he can overthink it, he cups your jaw. The pad of his thumb sweeps along your cheekbone, testing. Your lips part at the touch, and for a second – his eyes flicker down.

Sirus’ grin is sharp behind the lens. Click.

“Better.”

The more shots Sirius takes, the more Remus falls into it. He strokes his thumb over your jaw, then along the curve of your bottom lip. The touch is featherlight, and yet it has your breath stuttering. With every touch, all you can think about is the Sirius was touching you earlier. You’re not stupid, you know that wasn’t all you were getting today (at least, you hope it isn’t). You appreciate how cautious he’s being, but you honestly wish Remus would just bend you over that desk nearby and fuck you hard.

The camera clicks – again. And again. Each sound punctuating the heat settling thick between you. You can still feel your arousal every time your thighs rub together.

Sirius is in his element – framing the shots, shifting angles, adjusting the focus – but not without an ulterior motive. You can hear it in the way he hums, feel it in the way his eyes are practically devouring every interaction through the viewfinder.

“Mm,” he muses, lower the camera just a tad. “Something’s missing.”

Remus exhales, pressing your back closer against his chest involuntarily. Your head feels like it’s spinning.

Sirius tilts his head, considering.

“Pull her hair, Moony.”

Despite how coolly he said it, your skin prickles.

Remus freezes. His brows lift, his entire body locking up. “Sorry?”

“You heard me,” Sirius replies smoothly, raising the camera again. “Give it a little pull.”

You feel Remus stiffen as you turn around to face him. He blinks once, twice – then lets out an incredulous scoff. “I’m not—”

“Oh, come on,” Sirius interrupts. “You love doing it to me.”

There’s that implication that makes you dizzy once again. The casual implication that you were truly a part of their lives. You had tried to stop yourself from fantasizing before, to save yourself from the discontent that looms over you.

Remus’ jaw clenches, and he glances down at your wide eyes. He makes no move to obey.

You meet his gaze, offering a reassuring nod.

“It’s okay.” You place a hand on his chest.

His throat bobs with a swallow. His reluctance lasts only a second longer before his hand slides up, placing it carefully on your hair. He tugs – not too hard, testing the motion and your reaction.

The pull makes your scalp tingle, a shiver running down your spine. Your eyes flutter shut briefly as a shaky sigh escapes your lips. It’s good – but not enough. You blink up at him, your lips parted, and that’s when you see it. A shift.

Remus sees you. He sees the way your breath quickens, the slight tilt of your chin, the way you’re barely restraining yourself from pushing into it.

So, he tightens his grip.

He roughly pulls your head back, exposing the curve of your throat. Your mouth falls open with a soft, breathy moan. The sound had just left you when the shutter goes off - click, click, click rapid and so eager. Sirius exhales a satisfied laugh.

“There we go,” he murmurs. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Remus doesn’t respond. His breathing is heavier now, his grip unwavering as his free hand comes up to hover near your jaw again.

“Chin,” Sirius directs. “Grip it.”

Remus hesitates for only a moment before his fingers press beneath your chin, tilting your fave toward. His thumb skins along your jawline, rough and calloused. Sirius lets out a hum of approval.

“Now…” Sirius drags out the word, considering. “Put your thumb in her mouth.”

Remus’ eyes barely glances up at Sirius, his thumb dragging over your bottom lip slowly. You part your lips for him without thinking, causing him to inhale sharply through his nose. His thumb ghosts over your teeth before resting on your tongue, the pad pressing down ever so slightly.

Sirius groans softly behind the camera. ”That’s it.”

The moment is charged beyond words, Remus’ breathing goes shallow. His fingers flex subtly against your jaw as your lips close around his thumb. A quiet moan vibrating from the back of your throat. He lets his thumb linger, just barely moving it in and out of your mouth, watching your lips cling to him each time. You respond eagerly, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb, tasting the salt of his skin and silently begging him to push just a little further.

When he finally drags his thumb free, your lips chase him slightly before you catch yourself. Remus’ thumb glistens, and you can see the faint tremble in his fingers. Meeting his gaze, you can almost feel the way his entire body thrums with the effort not to devour you.

“Alright, Moony,” Sirius says in a voice that’s almost thoughtful. “Take a seat.”

He jerks his chin toward the worn chair he’d been using earlier, its placement perfect beneath the soft, diffused light from the window.

Remus doesn’t argue, and maybe he can’t. His legs mechanically carry him across the room, and he drops heavily into the chair. His eyes don’t leave yours as his hands rest uselessly on his thighs like he doesn’t know what to do with them. And maybe it’s the heat burning beneath your skin that’s making you feel so daring. Or the look on his face – wanting and trying so hard to behave.

But, whatever it is, it pulls you down to your knees in front of him without a second thought. You hear Sirius’ quick chuckle to your right as he moves to stand behind Remus. There’s a click as he adjusts the settings, framing the scene quickly.

“Well, aren’t you just a dream.” The praise is thick with something heavier than amusement.

Your palms find purchase on Remus’ knees, and you feel the way his thighs tense beneath your touch. He leans forward slightly, like he’s physically incapable of resisting you. You tilt your chin up at him, waiting.

His hand darts out, curling around your jaw – not rough, but firm enough that your breath catches. You just barely register the way his thumb presses into your cheek before his lips smash into yours, your surprised gasp swallowed into the heat of his mouth. The chair creaks beneath him as he leans forward. It doesn’t take long for you to melt into it, meeting his near-desperate pace with as much fervor. Your hands brace against his thighs for balance, mind spinning. Teeth clash, and you whine when he takes your lips between his teeth. Even Sirius, who would have spat out some teasing comment, stills. You don’t hear the camera going off, just the intermingling of your breaths with Remus’.

When Remus finally pulls back, both of you are flushed and panting. He subtly returns the smile you didn’t even realize was lighting up your face.

Sirius exhales a laugh, shaky and sharp. “Don’t stop on my account.”

The camera resumes its steady rhythm again, clicking steadily. Remus blinks, swallowing hard, but doesn’t move away. He stays leaning forward, his hands still cradling your jaw. You press your cheek into one his palms. You’re breathing hard too, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. There’s a bloom of warmth in your gut that you can’t tame, not with him looking at you like that.

You slide your hands up his thighs, grounding yourself in the feel of his jeans beneath your fingertips. The muscles seem to jump under your touch.

Remus leans back into the chair with a shaky exhale, dragging a hand through his hair. His eyes gleam, the flush in his cheeks high and hot.

You shift closer instinctively, your hands sliding further up his thighs to chase the warmth radiating off him. His knees fall open slightly, and the silent invitation as your breath catching. Sirius approaches him from behind, camera hanging forgotten around his neck now. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Remus’ flushed cheek. You see Remus turn his head almost reflexively, and Sirius rewards him with a soft peck on the lips.

“Look at her,” Sirius instructs, mouth still ghosting close. “On her knees for you.”

And the weight of his gaze makes you clench around nothing – your pulse fluttering. It’s a hungry gaze that makes your hands slide higher. They stroke up the insides, seeking more of his stuttering breaths as you stroke your thumbs over the seams of his jeans. You glance up through your lashes, your fingers digging lightly into the denim at the top of Remus’ thighs.

Sirius circles back around the chair and lifts the camera over Remus’ shoulder. He whispers soft praises, but the only sound you can focus on is the breathing of the man before you. But you want more, so your hands roam higher – pawing at the bulge straining against his jeans.

“Fuck,” Remus breaths, looking down at you with dilated pupils.

You don’t know what possessed you, but something compels you to lean forward and press your cheek gently against his thigh. He freezes as your finger begins to trace the outline of his belt buckle.

“Can I?” you ask – softly and sweetly – dragging your cheek up and back down just a tad.

His gaze flicks between your face and the way your finger lingers on his belt.

“You don’t need to ask,” Remus answers, a little more strained than he probably intended.

You can’t help but smile at his response. Slowly – deliberately – you undo the buckle with a soft clink of metal. The sound feels obscenely loud in the quiet. Remus exhales through his nose as the fabric parts with a soft scrape of teeth. He lifts his hips, ever so controlled, and you ease his jeans and boxers down his hips. When the fabric clears the tops of his thighs, you watch as he frees his cock. Your lips part instinctively, the thought of having him in your mouth nearly makes your mouth water. Remus pants lightly above you, his jeans loose around his thighs and your hands resting just shy of indecency.

“Fuck, look at you,” Sirius whispers mostly to himself, camera now abandoned.

“Go on,” Remus says huskily, curling his left hand into a fist and letting it rest on his thigh. “Use those pretty hands of yours.”

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

The heat of him settles into your palm the moment you wrap your hand around his cock. Heavy and flushed; it twitches slightly against your touch. You trace your thumb along a thick vein running to the tip, smearing the precum already gathering there. He pulses in your grasp, and your brows pinch as you drink in the sight.

A low grunt rumbles from Remus; the subtle rolling of his hips pulls you back to the moment. You lean forward, letting a thick string of spit fall slowly onto him, catching the light as it lands. You smooth it down with your palm and begin with exploratory strokes. Slowly, deliberately – to coax the expletives and breathy catches from his lips. You’re cautious, not adhering to a steady rhythm just for learning him. Just to watch the way his chest rises, the way his mouth parts with every pass of your hand.

“Twist a little at the end,” Sirius murmurs, his voice warm against the shell of Remus’ ear. “He likes that.”

And so, you do. You glance up, eyes meeting his, whispering a soft “Like this?” without thinking.

You earn from him the most delicious sound you’ve ever heard a man make. His head tilts back, jaw going slack.

“Yeah.” Remus’ hips twitch up into your hand. “Like that.”

You try again, slower, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh while your wrist rolls. His hands, tense on his thighs, inch toward you until one finds its way to your hair.

“Fucking hell,” Sirius breathes, and you can hear the smile in it. “She’s so good for you, isn’t she?”

Your lips part, breath warm against Remus’ skin. The praise flutters low in your stomach, encouraging you to increase your pace just enough to keep him right at the edge. You glance up just in time to see Sirius shrug off his jacket with an elegance no man should have. The leather slides from shoulders, revealing the ink along his forearms as he rolls his sleeves to the elbow.

He stays behind Remus, hands skimming briefly over Remus’ shoulders before he leans in. He mouths at Remus’ jaw – slow drag of lips and barely-there teeth. Remus slants his head instinctively, offering more, but Sirius only lingers for a moment. His eyes are on you.

Your palm glides over Remus’ length, grip firmer at the base, thumb teasing the head each time you crest. He swears again, the syllable caught somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. His thighs tense beneath your hands – one flexes, the other shifts wider.

You lean closer, lips brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft, just to watch him jerk. His hips buck and he mutters something that breaks halfway in his throat.

You sense Sirius before you see him – the shift in the air. His footsteps brush against the floor as he lowers himself. When he kneels beside you, a pleased hum in his throat, your body tilts toward his heat.

Remus’ hand stays in your hair, thumb grazing your temple. You can feel him twitch again in your hand.

Sirius brushes a finger over your face reverently, trailing the edge of your cheekbone before dropping lower. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, planting it there as he settles just behind you.

“You always smell too damn good.” His voice is low with amusement, his fingers finding your hip like it belongs there. “It’s criminal, really.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help the breath catching in your throat when his mouth ghosts closer to your neck.

You blink up at Remus through your lashes, and he stares back with glassy eyes. One breath – then another – until he finally speaks.

“Go slow, yeah?” It’s barely a whisper.

Your lips part as you lower your head, your eyes never leaving his. You watch his stomach tense as you drag your mouth over the head of his cock. He guides you with that same hand in your hair, your hand continuing its steady rhythm while your lips seal around him. His fingers tighten in your hair as you smooth your tongue against the underside.

Sirius purrs something into your ear that you don’t register, his hands were lifting your dress again. The cool air is replaced by the warmth of his hands on your hips, fingers trailing over your thigh and to your underwear.

Remus breathes out your name as you take him deeper, your mouth hot and slow around. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking as you do. The faint, wet sound it makes feels impossibly loud in the space between you. The weight of his cock on your tongue is heavy, but you savor it. Every twitch, every shudder from him sustains that ache in you to give him – give them – all you can.

You gasp when you feel Sirius dragging a finger along your clothed cunt, hips jolting back toward him, and you accidently still around Remus. Your eyes squeeze shut, and Sirius’ hand strokes up again to circle your clit through the fabric.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs against your neck.

You respond with a muffled moan around Remus. You reach blindly, grabbing Sirius’ wrist – not to stop him, just to anchor yourself.

“Keep looking at me,” Remus rasps.

You lift your gaze, lashes fluttering as you blink through the haze of pleasure. He’s looking down at you, his skin flushed all the way to his collarbone and dragging your attention to his unsteady breathing.

Slowly, you begin to move again – more confident now – and Sirius’ hand matches your rhythm. He teases your clit in time with the bobbing of your head, spurring you on more. He kisses your cheek, just behind where Remus is filling your mouth, and then your jaw.

Your hips chase his touch mindlessly, pleasure sparking through you. You feel dizzy and overwhelmed in the best of ways. You feel him breathing behind you, feel Remus struggling not to buck into your throat.

You whine at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Sirius shushes you, and you feel his hand disappear under the hem of your underwear. He teases your clit once more, and you arch into the contact as one of his fingers sinks into you. The stretch isn’t overwhelming, and you moan when the heel of his palm presses against your clit in just the right way. Your hips roll against the pressure, encouraging him to pump his finger in and out.

You can feel Sirius smirk against your skin as he sets a steady pace with his hand. It’s all too much, and not enough. Your mind blanks and spins, caught in the heady drag of your mouth, the way Remus starts to pant your name, and the lewd slick of Sirius’ fingers inside you.

Your head lolls to the side, tears brimming in your eyes as you nearly choke when Sirius curls his finger inside you. He chuckles, firmly pressing dragging his palm to your sex. With his free hand, he strokes your cheek – right where Remus’ cock bulges from the inside of your mouth.

“There’s a pretty picture,” he coos.

It’s disgusting. It’s filthy.

You need more.

You suck Remus down harder in response, humming just to hear him moan a little more. The hand in your hair tightens, his hips stutter up once – just once – before he reins it in.

Behind you, Sirius crooks his finger. You whimper, clenching around the intrusion, your walls fluttering and on the edge.

“Another?” he asks, sounding almost sweet.

I could strangle him, you think.

“Mhm, you whine loudly, nodding faintly.

He presses a second finger into you, and you feel the slow slide. You falter for a moment, jaw slack around Remus, but you recover with another whimper as Sirius curls his fingers inside you. You swallow around Remus, and his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth before it slips back to your hair. His eyes are fixed on you, half-lidded and swimming with something tender and wrecked all at once.

You’re breathing hard through your nose now, your jaw aching, but you don’t stop. Remus’ thigh twitches beneath the palm of your hand – one you hadn’t even realized you’d placed there. Sirius murmurs something into the shell of your – something indecent, you’re sure – but it’s downed out by the pounding in your chest.

“F-fuck—darling—just—” Remus chokes on the words as you quicken your movements.

His whole body tenses.

You can feel it in the way he swells on your tongue. His hand cups your jaw again – just for a second – as if to cradle you, and then pulls back to tangle both hands in your hair. His breath stutters, and his body shudders with every flick of your tongue.

“Don’t stop,” he gasps. “Don’t—oh—fuck—”

You couldn’t if you tried. You let your tongue drag languidly beneath the head before sliding down again, hollowing your cheeks on the way up. His hips buck, and you feel him pulse. You taste the warmth as he comes in sharp waves. Your name sounds sweet on his tongue, head tipped back, and your fingers squeeze around his thighs as you swallow what he gives you.

Sirius’ fingers are still stroking deep inside you, slower now. He coaxes and milks every ounce of pleasure as you cling to Remus. He presses a kiss to the space behind your ear, voice velvet-soft.

“I’ve got you.”

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fresitasmoribund · 6 months ago

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i know this is a million years late but thank you so much <3 whenever i write wolfstar stuff im always going for something airy and like a creamy white satin and im so glad that translated well into my writing!!