I Have Been Thinking For A While To Start A Small Collection Called Elena's Smutty Scenarios ... With

I have been thinking for a while to start a small collection called ✨ Elena's smutty scenarios ✨... with OCs probably no names will be used only adjectives...and this have been my first inspirations... pls let me know

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Drabble No.1 F1 driver as your bf

OK but imagine you are dating a f1 driver, whichever you want, and they come home in a really bad mood because it was a shitty race and usually this results in two outcomes :

-> Comfort: Just a big grumpy baby that wants cuddles and kisses. Enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's arms as soothing words and sweet nothings are whispered. Nice hot shower (maybe?) to relieve all the emotional pressure and a nice dinner in bed while watching a movie <3

-> Fucking your brains out : Picture this ...

Him walking fast towards the apartment/house/whatever and letting the door slam shut. Him stalking towards you still in the racing suit, being sweaty and all. Easily picking you up and placing you in kitchen counter. Removing swiftly all your clothes and unzipping the suit letting it fall snuggly at his hips.

From then on being at his mercy. Because he has to let out all the frustration and what better way to do so than teasing his girl to the brink of insanity.

Or a more possible scenario .... Making you suck him off. Knowing that it will boost the much lowered self esteem. So you drop on your knees in front of him as he places a hand to you head, following our body. Teasing him in return. Starting by kissing the tip and licking him from the base to the tip. Slowly fitting him in your mouth and placing your hands underneath the low hanging racing suit, grabbing his ass and burying your nails there, leaving ten moonshaped marks. Moving your head even further, taking more of him in your mouth every single time. Until your nose is grazing his groin. And then letting his cock with a satisfying pop and switching to his balls. Sucking them as moans and groans leave him because he was so impossibly close and now you are purely torturing him in the best possible way.

But then when he has enough, the hand that was simply resting on your head, will grab a handful of your hair. Guiding you back to his cock, past your open lips. And setting a new pace by moving your face back and forth in a speed you could never move while fitting his cock in your mouth. His hips jerking and his ass clenching, trying to prolong the on coming orgasm but to no avail. And then he comes in your mouth, admiring your tear-stained face, as drool falls to your chin and your eyes are shining with lust, love and admiration. Officially losing himself to you.

This is my first ever fic so...my English are not that good ,since they are not my native language

Warnings: minors do not interact, female reader, no use of y/n, smut, CAR SEX, oral sex (f receiving),teasing, thigh thumping, pussy slapping, p in v, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT ... aftercare <3

The mentioned song:

My favorite song is blaring in Remus' car radio and we sing our hearts out as we return from our movie date. We took a detour on our way home and now we are heading to the Cliff Park and overlook the city as every light shuts down as its inhabitants fall asleep.

We arrive at our destination and he turns off the lights. We look at each other and start giggling like crazy people.

"That had to be the worst movie we ever watched." I say laughingly.

"Really because if i remember correctly you couldn't stop laughing over those horrible jokes." He says as he fixes me with a horrified look. "Remind me why I want to be in a relationship with you?"

"Because you love me and will treasure me until the end of time. And the only reason I was laughing was your horrible jokes. Seriously I have gotten so used to them that now this awkward laughing has become a coping mechanism." I say back at him and smirk triumphantly.

"From all those absurd words that left your mouth only few are true." He answers without stopping and reaches over and draws me closer for a kiss. One long and rough kiss that leaves me breathless when I lean back. "I do love you and I will treasure you until the end of time. And I will worship you, as I have done multiple times already, and will continue doing so." He continues without missing a bit and sounding as normal as ever.

His words knock the breath out of my lungs more effectively than his previous kiss. I rest against my seat, firing a look his way and wiggle my eyebrows as I lower my car seat. He unbuckles his seat belt and grabs me to cover his body with mine. He starts kissing me again and I open my mouth practically demanding him to make out with me. He complies happily and sucks harshly at my bottom lip as if saying I'm in charge here, just before he breaks our kiss.

He places his hands on my hips and starts grinding them against his. A satisfied sigh leaves me as he repositions me on his thigh and he starts bouncing me and marks my neck. My forehead glues to his as I open my mouth in a silent scream and let him guide me to my high. My pleasure though is short lived as I accidentally hit the steering wheel and the horn echoes. We look at each other and we burst out laughing.

He wraps his hands around me and lays me in the backseat. He hooks his fingers in my trousers and throws them somewhere near my feet. He spreads my legs and starts running a finger on top of my panties, teasing me, pulling them even higher, giving me a minimum friction of what is going to follow in a few minutes. After he is done torturing me, he rests on his knees and throws my feet on his shoulders as he lowers his head on my heat and starts sucking my clit on top of my panties along with licking and wetting them even more. I whine and whimper as it starts becoming too much, though he doesn't stop and tightens his grip on my hips and fondles my ass, having only one goal, making me come undone as many times as possible. And he does just that. I scream as I reach my high and he circles my clit in the very clear shape of a heart as I calm down.

"Meanie" I whisper to him. He gloats as he answers "Yeah, but you like it that way. Your body responses betray you my love." I hum agreeing with his retort and make grubby hands at him and pouting my lips. He gets the message and leans down to kiss me sweetly on the lips, but I startle as I feel a hand slapping my sensitive cunt. An involuntary moan slips out of my mouth and I look up at him as he stares at me innocently and rips my panties.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Sounds out just before he brings his hand down on my cunt, overstimulating my nerves and filling me with pleasuring pain. One, two, three… ten times and stops as I beg him. "Please what, my dove?" He asks mockingly, just to spite me even though he knows exactly what I am asking for.

I stare daggers at him and thankfully he doesn't give me a hard time. He removes my shirt and my bra along with his clothes and enters me without a single warning or changing our position. He fills me to the hilt and I fill his tip nudging my stomach, watching as it reforms my skin in that area. He draws back a few centimeters and slams back into me, his balls hitting my ass. He rests on his elbows, right above me and continues slamming into me at a brutal pace. My hands try to find something steady to hold onto and and travel towards the window, where I leave a very prominent handprint, in its fogged surface from our rapid breaths.

The only things I can hear is Remus' and mine labored breathing, accompanied with moans and grunts and a lovely melody.

The world was on fire; nobody can save me but you.

My favorite song still plays in the background and as we both reach our peak, we whisper these lyrics, adorned with love and confessing one again our feelings for each other.

My eyes roll back and my mind fogs. A nose nudges mine and I slowly open my eyes and see those beautiful green eyes staring back at me full with devotion. We lay on our sides and stay tangled as we study each other and talk hoarsely after our little adventure.

word count: 1.022

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, soft domestic sex, p in v, bottom dom!Remus, manhandling, hockey!Remus, fem!reader, whipped Remus...

Sun rays stream into the bedroom and wake up Remus. A heavy breath left him. He opens his eyes, admitting his defeat, not being able to get back to sleep, and there … there she was. Hugging his side, her head buried in her pillow and wrapped in the sheets. Content and happily sleeping, she let a few quiet snores from her barely open mouth. He had everything right here. Wishing to stay in bed with her forever, he drew her closer to his body, losing himself in his thoughts as he watched his darling being comfortable in his arms.

It could be mere minutes or whole hours when she finally scrunched her eyes open. Looking around then up to his face and then again burying her face in his chest and groaning. He left butterfly kisses on her face as he held her face in his hands. She escaped his grip on her and ran to the bathroom.

As her silhouette disappeared from his vision. He admired her long legs and how his shirt, the one with his last name and his number for the hockey matches, fit her. The shirt only just reached past her bum. She is taking way too long there.

"Everything alright, love?" He said quietly, his voice still coloured with the heaviness that sleeping left to it.

"Yeah" was the only response he got.

As she exited the bathroom, their bathroom, and re-entered their room. She smiled at him and crawled on top of him, sitting lightly on his abdomen and resting her weight on her knees, even though she knew that he would be more than happy to carry all of her. Emotional baggage and literal weight.

As she let her back fall back to rest on his raised knees, one thing became prominent. Not that she would not have noticed earlier, but now she deemed the time right to tease him about his "morning wood".

"Well, well what do we have here?" She asked him, faking innocence.

"I think you, especially, would be familiar with it, since you know, it has given you such memories?" he answered, arching a brow and smirking cheekily back at her.

"It… hmm is that how we refer to Little Remus Jr.? And to what memories are you referring to exactly? I might need some refreshing" she fired back, not missing a beat . Leaning down towards him and kissing him sweetly on the lips.

He let her dominate the kiss and soon she would whine and beg him to do whatever he wanted to her. Patience was a quality he had mastered over the years. After she was done he answered " I assure you there is nothing little with me, specifically where you are referring. And if you oh so desperately need a repeat of the memories you have so conveniently lost." Whispering such sarcastic comments, though removing his pants and being completely naked underneath her as he slightly moved her, letting his length brush her clothed core.

Looking at him slyly, she lifted her hips, removed her underwear and then guided herself tight above his cock letting only his tip enter her. Letting herself slowly fall, filling herself to the hilt and slightly moving to get more comfortable as groans and moans escaped her open mouth and grunts left the boy. His hands flew to her hips holding her steady as she started rolling them and grinding.

Her hands found homage on his pecs, pushing there just enough so her body would lift and then drop back in place. One of his hands moved under her his shirt and captured one of her breasts, massaging it and twisting, pinching and rubbing its nipple. Watching, as her hips stuttered and lost their force, her face scrunching in more and more pleasure, her eyes from half-lidded, closing shut and her hands started closing into fists scratching his pecs.

"Re- Remus, oh yes" her body was turning now into a puddle which meant only one thing to him. Time to take control back. Holding her hips once again, tighter now than before, he started moving them up and down, bouncing her on his cock. Noises that betrayed the ecstasy they felt could be heard through the thin bedroom walls.

They were close now, both their orgasms within reach. But he needed more, so he lifted her and having the strength to keep her there he started fucking up to her. Her back arched as he hit that familiar and mind-blinding spot inside of her. Her breasts moved so fast, hidden beneath that great hockey shirt that branded her as his and only his, as he set a rough pace that made them both see stars.

"I'm close." she said in a strangled voice.

"I know. Scream for me, dove." These were the words that triggered her to hit her high and her body lay on top of him as he continued his movements finding his own, holding her close and turning them around. Driving his hips again flashed to hers to stay deep inside her, keeping there the mess they made and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Foreheads glued to each other's and noses brushing as they calmed and breathed heavily from their open mouths.

"I love you" he said as his eyes opened and stared back at her.

"I love you more."

"Impossible" he said with a finality in his voice, trying to get the message across. He was hers, body, soul and mind completely infuriated, obsessed and addicted to her presence. And she was his. His to love, to spoil and to hold.

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Ok, first of all, I would like to apologise for not posting something for almost a month, bit it was exam season so... and I know I let you my fans down *que laughing bcuz it's not true*. Secondly, I would like to say that this is a bit different, it's not smut but I think it is quite funny and represents my character a little bit... also mean!Remus cuz he rules... so enjoy ig!!!

Part 2 , Part 3

I woke up, gasping for air, sweat making my shirt cling to my body like a second skin. I must look downright crazy, with flushed cheeks, hair a wild mess, and rubbing my thighs together without a stop. My mind drifted back to the dream that caused the state of my reaction.

His hands were roaming my body like I was the only thing he had ever wanted. And finally gripping my hips and making them move backwards until they hit his, and he was balls deep inside of me. Again. And again. And again.

The dream itself wasn't the problem. Sure, a sex dream wasn't that bad, and she had several over the years, but what she moaned and who was supposedly giving her all that pleasure was. Remus.

How? How had this happened to her? Not him. Not the one boy she never got along with. Not the one person who drove her up against the wall. Not the one that-

No, it actually made perfect sense. He was the only one who made her feel something. Sure, said "something" was regularly negative feelings. Like irritation, deep-rooted hate. But it certainly was more than anyone has ever made her feel. She looked at her alarm clock. And… great, only fifteen more minutes before it was time to get ready for breakfast. How was she supposed to pull herself together after that? It was going to be a long day.

She dressed in her uniform, only leaving her blue-silver striped tie, loosely knotted around her neck, her top two buttons open, exposing her collarbones. Her trousers, replacing the usual skirt, hugged her waist and hips nicely. Thank God, if there is one, but she had single-handedly managed to convince the professors in the monthly Perfects meeting, that the female population of this school, formal and fancy vocabulary had definitely been a strong part of her remarks, should be allowed to wear trousers whenever they wanted and felt like it.

She walked towards the Ravenclaw table and quickly filled her plate with pancakes doused in chocolate because well… who doesn't love chocolate? Her eyes roamed the blurry Dining Hall. Man, she really should start using her wire-framed glasses, the ones that were an identical pair to his. They had bought them so as to match when they were still friends. Before he ruined everything.

There he was. The beautiful, arrogant blurry bastard. She would recognise his curly hair and mischievous dark green eyes paired with his scarred face glory. Damn him and his annoying good looks. And when the hell did her eyesight get that bad? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, which was again his fault. She could proudly say, though, that she was still squinting and glaring at the world as she always did. And everything was right. Until…

"My God, you are so tight. And so perfectly marked up. Everyone should know who you belong to, don't you think?" He said as his hand travelled upwards, one of her thighs. Moving easily as all her previous orgasms slid down her legs. All courtesy of his mouth, of course. "I love seeing you like this. I never thought that fucking your brains out until you are senseless would be such an easy way to shut you up."

… she remembered that and choked on her treacherous hot chocolate.

"Well, well, the she-devil just choked on her hot chocolate? Is it because your body detests anything sweet? " his voice called out. That deep, still slightly raspy and sleepy voice that made his Welsh accent stand out more prominently. She hated that voice, she thought, yet her body betrayed her and shivered, as if it was somehow remembering all that fantastic, imaginary, things it supposedly whispered in her skin.

Oohs and aahs echoed in the room, accompanied by chuckles and whispers, praising his "sick burn."

"You know what, Lupin? I always thought you were a pretentious piece of shit, but I never thought you were so self-centered to actually call yourself indirectly sweet. Is it one of those days of the month where you need a little confidence boost?", I called back as I finished eating and stood up from my seat.

A fuming Remus was the last thing I saw as I exited the room. Now, every member of the school faculty was laughing because of my comeback.

Lost in thought I walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, and then felt an arm grasping my wrist and pining me into the wall, despite driving my elbow into said attacker in his nose, stomach (were those abs? Who was she kidding of course her attacker would have abs) and well … dick. But they didn't react at all as if those blows, who should have winded the air out of someone. Except- right lycanthropy super strength bullshit.

"You think that was funny?" He said in a deathly quiet tone, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot… or fuck me against the wall? Okay, now she was just self projecting.

"I think it was hilarious."

"Sometime you are going to learn to respect me, foxy?"

"Sure, when Hell freezes over."

"You know, you remind me of those foxes and black cats. They consider themselves so smart and mean, yet they are unaware of the danger they will face because of it. "

"And you are the danger? Climb off your high horse Lupin." I whisper in his face. Our lips only mere centimeters apart.

words: 900 (should I continue this?)