[  warning for THREESOME. don't want it? don't read it. and if you think it's long, then you should know I made cuts bc I was full of ideas. looking forward to these comments so be vocal just like siri likes ivy to be  ]

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WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PADFOOT?

THEY WERE STILL ALONE AT THE MANOR, wanting just one afternoon away from the crowd that never seemed to leave Grimmauld Place these days. It was evident that Remus was uncomfortable around Ivy given that she'd felt his evident erection against her back, something he was mortified about. He found it hard to look at her, to talk to her at the dinner table when guilt was eating him alive, knowing she wasn't his to think about that way.

He wanted to blame it on the upcoming full moon — and sure, maybe he did get more pent up around that time, spending nearly every night with his cock in his hands to relieve some of the tension each month — but it wasn't the only reason. He'd looked at Ivy and wanted her. He wanted to see if she was as soft as Sirius made her sound. He wanted to see what was underneath that tank top that gave little to imagine. He wanted to hear what it sounded like when she moaned Sirius' name while his friend was deep inside of her.

Yes, Remus knew he needed to avoid Ivy and Sirius. But that was difficult, as they made plans to stay at the manor all day. It would seem odd to leave abruptly, and he didn't want Sirius to suspect anything — even though he already did.

And Sirius was making it very difficult for Remus to keep his distance. He insisted his friend help cook dinner, forcing him to watch as Sirius danced around the kitchen to Queen with Ivy, making her laugh. It was torture when Sirius pulled him into the living room, all three of them sharing one couch instead of spreading out with Sirius in the middle of them. And Merlin, when Ivy left to change out of her sweaty clothes only to return in one of Sirius' shirts and a tiny pair of cotton shorts, he wanted to kill himself.

Well, maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but he could see her nipples through the white fabric.

"More comfortable now, Bunny?" Sirius asked, pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nodded and gave him a sweet and quick kiss. Then he looked at his best friend. "So, Moony, how's Ivy doing?"

"You were there today, Pads," he said stiffly, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I hardly remember the practical stuff from Defense. Let her hear it."

Remus cleared his throat and set his scotch on the end table — he was on his third of the night.

"She's got it down in theory," Remus said, needing to look at Sirius rather than Ivy. "But..."

"Be honest with her," Sirius said. "What'd you tell her if this was a classroom? She needs to get better."

"I'd tell her she's not doing a good enough job," he admitted, and Ivy frowned at the lack of praise, which was just what Sirius wanted. He wanted her desperate to please. "That I know she's trying, but I also know she has more in her than what she's showing me. I'm a bit displeased with her progress."

"I'm sorry, Rem," she murmured, looking up at him, her bottom lip forming a pout.

Finally, he cut his eyes to her, his expression softening. "But it doesn't mean you aren't still brilliant, Sweetheart. Your strengths just lie elsewhere. I don't want you giving up just because little progress is being made. You're so talented and strong. You'll be a force to be reckoned with one day."

"I doubt it," she mumbled, leaning back against Sirius. "Like you said, I'm not doing good."

"I didn't mean it that way, Ivy," he said, scooting a little closer. He hated seeing her so sad.

"He's right, Bunny," Sirius said, rubbing her bare thigh while using his other hand to rest his own glass of scotch on her leg. "Like I told you outside — you're doing so well for him."

"I'll do better though," Ivy promised him before biting her lip.

"I'm sure you will," Sirius told her, turning her head so that he could kiss her.

Remus watched with a bit too much interest as Sirius nipped at her bottom lip, making her whine. Then his tongue sought out hers, seemingly trying to devour her as he slid his free hand underneath the hem of her shirt.

Realizing that he was enjoying their show of affection a bit too much yet again, he cleared his throat and got off the couch.

Sirius pulled back from Ivy, and Merlin, Remus could see a line of spit connecting their lips, which broke when Sirius spoke. "Where you going, Moony?"

"Get another drink," he said hoarsely.

"You can have some of mine," Sirius offered, nodding to the glass he was still holding to Ivy's thigh.

Rather than offer it forward, Sirius just waited for Remus to reach forward and take it himself, his fingertips grazing Ivy's skin as he did so. Then Remus took a long drink, keeping eye contact with his best friend, who leaned down and began to kiss along Ivy's neck.

"What are you doing, Padfoot?" Remus managed to ask, feeling rather weak. 

"Right now?" he asked rhetorically while cupping Ivy's core through her shorts. "I'm just having a bit of fun. Thought you might could use some stress relief with the moon coming up — just like when we were kids. Told Bunny about how I helped with that growing up."

Ivy's face heated up at the memory Sirius shared with her outside not two hours ago. Times when Remus was so desperate that he didn't care it was his best friend getting him off. She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together thinking about it.

"Maybe," Sirius said teasingly, "she wants to help too."

"Ivy," Remus began, shaking his head, "don't feel like—"

"Bunny's a big girl, Moons," Sirius cut him off. "She knows what to say if she wants to stop."

Both men eyed Ivy, waiting for a safe word that she wasn't inclined to utter at the moment. Instead, she crawled off of Sirius' lap and toward Remus, whose hands instantly fell on her waist to steady her.

"Is this okay, Remmy?" she whispered sweetly, looking up at him, lips hovering near his.

Remus looked to Sirius for permission, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. And his best friend just smirked and leaned back, getting comfortable like he was about to get a show.

"Yeah," Remus replied softly. "Yeah, it's alright, Sweetheart."

He thought it was terribly cute as she shyly kissed him, pressing her lips to his for half a second before pulling away, her cheeks going red. Her eyes were wide with wonder, unable to believe she'd kissed someone that wasn't Sirius. So, she instantly turned back around and kissed Sirius quickly so that it would be even in her mind.

It left her between them, and Sirius was the first to bridge the gap, his lips seeking out her neck. And just as she began to get into it and shut her eyes, she felt another pair on her other side, his touch more slow and deliberate. Each move Remus made was like he was exploring something new and wonderful — she tasted like the saltiness of sweat as he licked from her collarbone up to her ear. 

"Why don't," Sirius began in between kisses, "you take some clothes off for us, Bunny."

Though she felt shy, she still slid off the couch. She stood before the two men, feeling like she was burning underneath their gazes, each of them taking in every little move she made.

Ivy kept her eyes on Remus as she pulled the shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes traveled down, his jaw going a bit slack at the sight of her perky nipples. A groan slipped from his lips and he couldn't help but reach forward, pulling her to him. Remus latched onto her, leaving sloppy kisses along her chest. And all the while, Sirius came up behind her and turned her head so that he could kiss her.

Her head was spinning, almost overstimulated by the multiple touches caressing her body. Even still, it was easy to distinguish between Sirius' confident touches and Remus' hesitant ones — it was like he was afraid to make one wrong move and ruin things.

So, Ivy covered his unsure hands with her own and slid them down toward her shorts. Remus groaned against her chest and then pulled back, keeping his eyes trained on her and Sirius kissing as he moved his hand down of his own accord that time.

Still testing the waters, he simply traced a line back and forth over her covered core, watching how she squirmed and sighed into Sirius' mouth. Then he dipped his fingers beneath her waistband and groaned when he felt her already wet core. He deftly rubbed against her clit, and Ivy let out a choked moan that Sirius swallowed before pulling back to look down at her.

Sirius was the one to slide her shorts down her legs, helping her step out of them. But as soon as both feet were on the ground, her knees buckled because Remus slid two lithe fingers into her without any resistance. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulder, needing to ground herself.

From behind, Sirius held onto her hips, keeping her from thrusting into Remus' hand. And he shifted his own against her ass, seeking out some relief of his own as he grew harder and harder over the sight of his best friend fingering his girl.

"You've gotta taste her, Moony," Sirius told him. "She's so sweet. Like candy."

Remus pulled his fingers from Ivy, making her whine. But then he put his slick-covered fingers to her lips, watching in wonder as she took them into her mouth and licked them clean.

"Wanna lay down f' me, Sweetheart?" Remus asked Ivy, an earnest look in his eyes.

A bit of excitement ran through her. Remus always spoke so gently, the kindest words always leaving his lips. Suddenly, she craved to know what it felt like to have a clean-shaven face between her legs. So, she nodded and moved to lay across the couch.

Remus crawled between her legs, placing gentle, tickling kisses up her thighs that had her giggling. But it morphed into a moan when he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, beginning to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He rolled his tongue in a way that was different from Sirius and yet still good — still so good.

"Remmy," she moaned, her eyes falling shut. Then she felt Sirius' mouth around a nipple, and she tangled her fingers in both their hair, keeping them close to her as if they would try and get away.

She was a writhing, panting mess by the time Remus made her cum, her release covering his chin. And when he sat back up, he just wiped it with the back of his hand like he'd finished eating a messy meal.

"You were right, Pads," Remus said, a dark look in his eyes as he looked at him. "Like fucking candy."

Feeling shy now that it was over, Ivy sat up and pulled Sirius down in another kiss, her hands pushing his shirt off his body as she did so. He chuckled against her lips, loving how she was so ready to continue, as needy as ever even with two men ready to worship her.

"Don't you wanna tell Rem thank you?" Sirius asked, hooking his finger underneath her chin. "Be a good girl — use your manners."

Then he turned her toward Remus, and Ivy moved closer, wrapping her arms around Remus' neck. "Thank you, Remmy," she whispered, her lips brushing his again. Then she began kissing along his neck, hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

Only for him to cover her hands and stop him. Ivy pulled back and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, worried about him. "Rem?"

"I'm not... Ivy, I'm not the kind of man you want to see without his clothes on," Remus said, looking away shamefully. "The scars — they're horrendous."

"Is that right? All scars are horrendous?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. "Must mean you don't like seeing Bunny without her clothes on either. I think you've hurt her feelings."

Remus looked back at a sad-eyed Ivy, whose bottom lip was trembling, looking as if she was about to cry. "No, Sweetheart. You're perfect."

"Which is it?" she asked softly, her arms back around his neck. "We're perfect, or I'm grotesque just like you seem to think you are?"

"You are perfect, Ivy," he whispered.

She smiled at the praise. "So that means you are too."

Then she kissed him sweetly, once again trying to unbutton his shirt, which he let her do this time. She pushed the garment off his shoulders and broke the kiss, looking down at his defined torso. Scars criss-crossed his body, little silver lines that told his life story. And they looked just like hers.

"You're beautiful, Remmy," she murmured.

"You both are," Sirius said, pulling Ivy's hair back off her shoulder so that he could kiss it while making eye contact with Remus. "Bunny, why don't you show Moony how pretty he is, yeah?"

Slowly, Ivy sank to her knees and looked up at Remus with her hands over the waistband of his sweatpants, silently asking him if she could take them off. She was just as considerate about his comfort zone as he was hers. When he nodded, she hooked her fingers around them, bringing it and his underwear down his lean thighs.

His cock sprung free, looking nearly painful with precum already leaking from the tip. And Merlin, he was so much longer even if he wasn't as thick as Sirius. Her mouth parted in awe, reaching out with a careful touch as she took him into her hand, thinking he was still so perfect even though he wasn't Sirius.

"You're so pretty," she murmured before kitten licking the tip, loving the sharp intake of break he took.

Then she took him into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside. And what wouldn't fit in her mouth, she covered with her hands.

As she worked on him with her mouth, Sirius approached his best friend, cupping his face gently with a caring look on his face. He loved every little moan Remus let out as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"I've always thought you were perfect, Remus," he said quietly. "I don't think I want to let you leave until you think so as well."

Ivy moaned at the sight when Remus pulled Sirius into a kiss. She thought she'd be jealous of someone else kissing him, but she only rubbed her thighs together. Sirius cupped Remus' face while deepening, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

And Remus was at his mercy, hardly able to think with Sirius' tongue down his throat and Ivy's mouth working magic around his cock. It wasn't long at all before his cock twitched in Ivy's mouth, and white, warm cum was shooting into her mouth. He watched breathlessly as she swallowed it and licked her lips, making an adorable face as she compared the taste to Sirius'.

"Fuck," Remus sighed, collapsing back against the couch. And though he was spent, he still gently caressed Ivy's cheeks as she remained on her knees in front of him. "So perfect for me, Sweetheart."

She nuzzled into his hand before opening her eyes again, looking up at Sirius, who'd been patiently waiting for his turn. "Siri," she murmured, "want you now. Please."

He smirked down at her. "Someone's greedy," he teased while pulling her to her feet. Then he led her to the large couch. He sat her on the arm opposite of Remus, having her feet rest on the cushions. Then he parted her knees, giving Remus an eyeful of her dripping cunt.

Sirius wasted no time in sliding his jeans down, freeing his aching cock, which he slid into her from behind. Ivy moaned lowly and leaned back against him, her head on his shoulder as he began to slide in and out of her. And much to her surprise, she soon felt warm lips on her clit.

Ivy cried out, unable to process she had Sirius inside of her as Remus did that thing with his tongue yet again on her clit. One hand found purchase in Remus' curls while reaching back and clawing at Sirius' neck with her other one.

"So good for us," Sirius moaned in her ear. "Taking me so well while Remus eats that pretty little cunt of yours. Gonna fill you up, yeah?"

"Please," she begged, tears welling in her eyes from the constant stimulation. She felt an orgasm crash into her, her leaking over Sirius' cock and making a mess. But even still, neither man slowed down. "'S too much."

"Is that right, Bunny?" Sirius asked tauntingly, reaching around to her chest, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. "'Cause I feel you clenching around me. Maybe if you're good, you'll get both our cocks tonight. Like the sound of that? Of Remus buried inside of you until you can feel him here."

Sirius moved his hand down to her stomach, feeling himself inside of her with each thrust. And Remus moaned against her clit at his filthy words, already picturing it. His fingers dug into Ivy's thighs, keeping her legs apart as he continued his assault on her clit.

"'M close again," she babbled, choking on the words.

"Me too," he mumbled, bringing her into a kiss. With two more thrusts, Sirius was cumming inside of her. And even still, he continued to slide in and out of her until she had her third orgasm, collapsing against his chest as Remus licked his way up her body until he reached her lips, letting her taste herself.

Sirius slid out of her, and she whined at the loss. "Siri," she moaned, turning to kiss him once she parted from Remus. She was pressed between the two, her body already heating up once again despite what it'd already been through. "Please."

"Please what, Bunny? Use your words. What do you want?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ivy shyly looked back at Remus, who was growing hard once more. "Want Remmy."

"Want Remmy's what?" he questioned in an almost mocking tone. "Wanna hear you say it, yeah?"

She slowly slid her gaze down his body, eying his once again hardening length hungrily, dying to know what something so long felt like. "Want his cock," she mumbled, her head feeling a bit fuzzy from all that had been done to her.

Remus moaned as the foul request left her lips, unable to believe Sirius was able to get her to speak in such a way knowing damn well she wouldn't be able to say the word again when morning came.

"Let's see how good of a bunny you really are, then," Sirius said before nodding to Remus, signaling for him to lean back on the couch. "Wouldn't want to make Rem do all the work right before the moon, would you? Wanna see you ride his cock."

"He's so big, Siri," she whined, eying him.

Remus moaned at the compliment, her having no clue the power words like that had over him. He was dying to fuck her until the couch broke, but if Sirius wanted her on top, that's where she'd remain.

"I'll help you take him, Bunny. Don't worry," Sirius said, lips grazing his neck. "Now, get on Moony's cock and do what good bunnies are meant to do."

She nodded and climbed toward Remus as he laid back on the couch fully, resting his arms behind his head like he was about to take a nap or settle down for an episode of television. He drank in the sight of Ivy, whose doe eyes never left his cock.

Sirius came up behind Ivy and helped lower her onto Remus, both moaning from the feeling as he slowly slid further and further into her until he reached his base. Ivy braced her hands on his stomach, just below his belly button.

It took a moment for her to adjust to the new angle, as he was hitting something so deep she'd never felt it before. Slowly, she began to move, and Sirius released his hold on her, letting her set her own pace. Ivy never did go fast when she was on top, and Remus was beginning to understand why Sirius liked for her to warm his cock so much — it felt like heaven as she moved against him.

Tears — good tears — pricked at her eyes when Sirius reached around to pinch her clit while sucking on her neck. It was all so overwhelming and overstimulating, and yet she didn't want it to end. She wanted to cum again and again so long as she got to keep at it with both of the men.

Ivy's movements grew sloppy, so Remus took over, making it seem effortless as he helped guide her hips up and down while he tried to catch his breath. And Merlin, the sounds he let out.

When Remus moaned, she thought it sounded just as good as any Queen song that Sirius played for her.

She choked on a moan of her own when she felt yet another orgasm approaching. She leaned up, seeking out Sirius' lips, who was happy to oblige, not once stopping his attack on her clit — if anything, he increased the pressure.

"Remmy, I'm close," she mumbled against Sirius' lips.

"You can hold it in," Remus grunted, his eyes glued to her chest as she moved up and down. "Just a little longer, Sweetheart."

Though it was hard to hold off with Sirius cooing dirty words in her ear in the softest of tones, praising her with each move.

"You're doing so well for Remus," he said, repeating the very words he'd said to her outside before this all began.

"Can't, Rem. Please. Please, let me cum," she begged, Sirius wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Please."

The pout on his lips broke Remus' resolve, who simply nodded while continuing to thrust into her. Ivy let that feeling inside of her overwhelm her, and she'd have fallen over from exhaustion if Sirius wasn't there for her to lean on.

And then her head was spinning as Remus reversed their potions with speed she didn't know he was capable of, him thrusting harder into her. And as he neared his own release, he buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing her skin. A mix between a grunt and a moan left his lips as he came inside of her, feeling her walls yet again clench around him from the feeling of it.

She whined as he pulled out of her, the cold air hitting her sensitive skin as she loss contact with him. But Sirius was soon replacing him, scooping Ivy up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him in the eye.

"Where're we going, Siri?" she asked as he moved away from the living room, Remus seeming to trail after them.

"Bedroom."

She pouted and began to kiss his jaw. "'M not tired."

"Trust me, Bunny, I don't intend on you getting much rest."