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the final goodbye| fwb!s.b. x reader|

word count: 1.8k

summary: one final night between you and sirius

warnings: angst, smut, (16+) car sex, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: this is a vent fic so i’m sorry if it’s not that good

Come over, we need to talk.

You stare at the message Sirius had sent you over an hour ago, eyes never leaving the painfully bright screen. You weren’t really surprised, you had seen this coming. You and Sirius had been leading up to this moment for years, the moment the two of you finally accepted that you were no good for each other. After being friends with benefits since fourth-year of Hogwarts, and continuing the relationship into adulthood, the two of you have hurt each other more times than either of you could count. And recently, he’d been blowing you off, always telling you he’s busy, or just ignoring your messages all together. He was pushing you away. And this message was the last sign you needed.

After about two hours of overthinking, you finally decide to bite the bullet and get it over with. Sending him a text back and hopping in your car. You drive slower than usual on the way to his flat, not very eager to get there at the moment. When you arrive, you try your best to control the way your hands are shaking, and swallow the lump in the back of your throat, texting him again to tell him you’ve arrived. The wait feels like forever, although it was only about two minutes before Sirius emerged from his flat, dressed lazily in a pair of gray sweatpants and an old band t-shirt. The sight causes a small ache to begin between your legs but you shake it off, well aware that this is not the right time for those thoughts.

When he gets in the car, the two of you sit in silence for a moment, not really sure what to say. Sirius is the first to break the silence,

“Thank you for showing up, you took so long to answer my text, I was afraid you’d blow me off.” He says with an awkward laugh behind his words. You fight the urge to slap him because of the audacity he has, to accuse you of blowing him off. You say nothing, giving a curt laugh before starting the car and driving off. You already know where to go. It was the same abandoned spot the two of you had visited over the years, mostly during your sexcapades. But sometimes, on good days, when the two of you set aside the toxicity and obvious feelings, you’d come to this spot and just talk. For hours you’d sit in the car, discussing anything and everything on your minds at that moment. Thoughts of those days bring a dry feeling to your throat, and you decide to think about what you’d eat for dinner instead.

The drive, though only a few minutes, felt like hours as you sat in a suffocating silence, until you finally arrived at the parking lot. Slowly, you pull in, parking the car. When you park, you slouch down into your seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Another moment of silence, neither of you make the move to say anything. Again, Sirius is the first to speak.

“Y/n, I want you to know that I never meant for it to come to this,” He starts, turning in his seat to face you, even though your eyes never leave the bushel of trees you’d parked in front of, “We were just kids when this started, and I never meant for it to go this far, for it to ruin our friendship.” You shake your head, still keeping silent, unable to trust your own voice. You flinch slightly when you feel Sirius’ hand on your cheek, turning your head to face him. Your breath hitches when you finally make eye contact with the raven haired boy, not having seen him in weeks.

“We’re just not good for each other love, i’m sorry.” He whispers, still holding your face in his hands. Your throat burns as you hold back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. Instead, you bring your hands to your face, grabbing hold of his and bringing them to your lips, planting a feather light kiss on his rough knuckles. You take a deep breath, shoulders falling in defeat.

“S’okay, I’m not angry with you. I knew this was coming, I knew it needed to be done,” You sigh, looking away once again as a tear falls past your cheek, “Just couldn’t do it myself.” Sirius brings his hand to your face once again, wiping away another stray tear. You instinctively lean into his touch, choking back a sob as the realization sinks in. This was it. It was over. Sirius wasn’t yours anymore, not that he ever was. And what hurt even worse, was that you knew you’d always be his.

“Siri,” You whisper, turning to face him once again, “Please, one more.” You beg him, holding tightly to his wrist. Confusion crosses Sirius’ face as he tries to understand what you’re asking for.

“One more time Sirius. Right here, right now. Just be with me one more time.” You continue to beg, sliding your hands up his leg, stopping at the outline of his cock. You look up at him, eyes wide and glazed with tears, silently begging. Sirius thinks for a moment, a mere second, before he nods his head, grabbing hold of your face once again and pulling you into a passionate kiss. This one is different from all the others you’ve shared. Normally, Sirius’ kisses are rough, almost bruising as your teeth clash together. But this time, he was slow, he took his time, swiping his tongue across your lips as if to ask permission to enter, something he had never done before. You let him in without hesitation, entangling your tongue with his as he kisses you deeper, exploring every corner of your mouth as if to memorize the taste of you.

You break the kiss only for a moment, climbing over the armrest and into his lap, reaching to your side so his seat falls all the way back, allowing him to lay comfortably with you on top of him. You mentally praise yourself for deciding to just throw a jacket over your nightgown when you left, allowing Sirius easy access to your aching cunt. Sirius sits up, unzipping your jacket and throwing it in the back seat. He wastes no time pulling down the straps of your nightgown, watching as you shiver when the cold air hits your exposed nipples.

“So fucking pretty.” He whispers, though you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling your body closer into his. Your tits hang right in front of his face, giving him the opportunity to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, using his free hand to give attention to the other one. You let out a breathy moan, your hands flying to his head, tangling your fingers between his raven locks.

“Siri please.” You whine, not wanting to waste any time. This was the last time he was going to touch you, kiss you, be inside you. You didn’t need foreplay, you needed him. You grind your hips against his, making his body jolt against yours. He moans around your nipple when he feels the slick between your legs as it seeps through his pants. He releases your breast with a pop, bringing his hand down to pull your nightgown up past your waist, revealing your glistening cunt.

“So eager, just wanna be fucked don’t you.” He groans as he runs his fingers between your folds, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels how wet you are. You whine in response, nodding eagerly and grinding onto his fingers. Sirius smirks, cooing quietly when you whine as he removes his fingers, bringing them to your mouth. You instinctively open, wrapping your lips around his fingers and moaning at the taste of yourself.

Sirius lifts his hips, bringing his pants and boxers down just enough to release his hard cock. The head slapping against his stomach as it springs free, already leaking with precum. You quickly grab hold of his cock, lifting your hips and positioning his head at your entrance, looking down at him in a silent beg. He nods his head in approval and you waste no time sinking down on his cock. You move slowly, wanting to feel every inch of him fill you up one last time.

You both let out moans of relief when you finally sink all the way down, your hips flush against his. He grabs hold of your waist, grinding your hips down, making your clit graze against his abdomen with each movement. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“Doing so good,” Sirius praises from under you, his hands trailing up to play with your tits, “y’always take me so well. My pretty girl.” The pet name makes the lump form in your throat once again, a pained whimper leaving your lips. Sirius holds your hips still, thrusting up into you. The action makes your head hit the car ceiling, causing you to release a pained cry.

“Fuck, i’m sorry.” Sirius curses. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your body down so your tits press flush against his clothes chest. In this position, your forehead falls comfortably against his. You keep your eyes closed tight, not knowing what looking him in the eyes will do to you in such an emotional moment.

“Hey,” He whispers, holding the side of your face, “Look at me.”

“Sirius I can’t.” You whimper, holding back the tears that fill your eyes.

“Y/n please, open your eyes.” He begs. Sirius begs you to open your eyes. Sirius never begs. You let out a shaky breath, slowly opening your eyes. When you do, he’s already looking at you, dark eyes swarming with many different emotions. You can’t hold back the tear that falls from your lashes, landing on his cheek.

His thumb moves to wipe your tears once again, “So pretty.” He whispers. The moment is too much for you to handle, his words sending you over the edge. You cry out, your head falling into his shoulder as your orgasm rips through you, your whole body shaking against his.

The feeling of your cunt clenching around him brings Sirius closer to his own orgasm, his movements becoming more sloppy under you.

“Cum inside me Siri, please” You whine into his ear, lazily moving your tired hips against his, trying to bring him to the edge, “let me have all of you.” Your words send Sirius toppling over the edge, he holds your hips hard against his, groaning as he releases himself inside you. You let out a small cry, feeling his cum fill you to the brink, seeping out from between your legs.

You both sit silently, with his cock sitting soft inside you. You knew you’d have to get up eventually. Both of you knew this blissful feeling was only temporary, but for now neither of you wanted it to end.

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[papillon-mechant]

broken beyond repair| fwb!r.w. x reader|

word count: 1.9k

summary: maybe agreeing to a fwb relationship with the guy you’re in love with isn’t the best idea

warnings: smut (not a lot, just a small section) all hurt no comfort, subdrop

a/n: hi i’m finally posting something. this is the fic that i basically fully wrote in nani’s inbox a while ago lol, i decided i’m turning this into a little series, cause i’ve always wanted to do one and this is a good fic to break into parts. hope you guys like it :) (also italics is reader pov)

I’d have to be a total idiot to deny my feelings for Ron Weasley. I guess I’ve got what most girls don’t get with their crushes. Him, in my bed. Me in his. But it’s not the same, because it means everything to me, and to him, it means nothing. When I agreed to a friends with benefits agreement with Ron, I thought it would help suppress the feelings that I had for him.

I thought if I focused on the sex, I wouldn’t have to focus on the way my heart pounds out of my chest when he holds me after. I wouldn’t even say the feelings were the worst part. The worst part is hearing the way he speaks about Hermione, and having to act like it doesn’t feel like a hex to the chest whenever he brings her up.

You were currently half naked, laying face down on Ron’s bed, his hands palming at your bright red cheeks, pulling your body back against his with every thrust of his hips. His movements are eager, a heated force behind each one. A small pool of drool forms by your open lips, your face being pushed further into the pillow each time his hips snap against yours. Each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls has you fighting to catch your breath.

“S’so good ronnie.” You moan, arms reaching back behind you in a silent beg. He takes the hint, grabbing hold of your arms and pulling your back flush against his chest. He grunts in your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips as he feels you clench around him, chasing his orgasim as it built up right behind yours.

“Please let me cum.” You cry, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, moving one of his hands to palm at your tits while the other plays with your swollen clit, “cum for me Hermione.” He’s so in the moment, he doesn’t even notice his slip up. But you do. And it breaks something inside you. The coil in your stomach dissipates and now the feeling of him inside you is more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Your mind goes completely blank, a heavy fog settling over your brain. You don’t even realize he’s finished until you feel his body weight leave yours.

You can hear him redressing himself, but you don’t make any moves to do the same just yet. He laughs, a sound that usually makes butterflies burst in your stomach, but now it just makes you sick.

“Sorry about that little slip up y/n, but you’ve gotta admit it was kind of funny.” He cackles, placing a hand on your thigh, a normally welcome touch, but this time it almost feels like his skin is burning yours, so you flinch away. A look of confusion crosses Ron’s face, not just because you flinched, but because you still haven’t gotten up to get your clothes back on.

“Y/n, you okay?” He asks. You use all the strength you have to avoid letting the tears in your eyes fall, causing a strong burning sensation in the back of your throat. You lift yourself up, avoiding any eye contact as you walk around the room and collect your scattered clothes. Ron watches your every move, the same look of confusion still painted on his face.

“Y/n?” In hearing your name once again, you slowly lift your head, shrinking into yourself as your eyes meet his, “I asked if you were okay.”

You mindlessly nod your head, putting your clothes back on as your brain leads your body’s actions like a robot, no emotion, just focus on the task at hand.

“M’fine. I’ve got a potions assignment to get to, I’ll see you later.” That's all you say, all he can get you to say before you rush out of his dorm. Ron stands more confused than ever, because you both have the same potions class, and there was nothing assigned for this weekend.

Ron had gone the whole weekend without seeing you, and that was very unusual considering you two were almost always together on weekends. It was easier to sneak around, not many people walking around the halls at that time. On his way to the great hall for dinner, Ron stops by your table, disappointed when he doesn’t see you sitting in your usual spot. He spots Hermione, and knowing that she’s one of your roommates, he decides she’s the best person to ask for your whereabouts.

“Mione, have you seen y/n anywhere?” Without lifting her eyes from the book in front of her, Hermione shakes her head.

“Nope, she didn’t say a word to anyone when she came home on friday, and I haven’t seen her since.” Ron huffs in frustration, mumbling a quick “thanks anyway” before walking to find you. He thinks hard, racking his brain for any hint of where you could be. Then it hits him. Your favorite alone space, the astronomy tower.

Without thinking twice about the consequences, he pulls out his wand and apperates to the tower, not surprised at all when he sees you huddled in a corner, your knees hugged to your chest. He watches you from afar, taking in the lost look in your eyes, the way you toy with the hem of your sweater, the slight shaking of your body. He knows what’s wrong, he’s seen it before. You were in subdrop. Slowly, he begins to approach your small figure.

“Y/n?” A choked gasp passes your lips as your head shoots up at the sound of his voice. There’s a small, permanent pout across your face, and your eyes are bloodshot and swollen from hours of crying.

“Hi love.” He whispers. Wrong move. The pet name causes another choked sob to pass your lips. Your body starts violently shaking, your hands move up to your head, grabbing harshly at your hair.

Ron springs into action, running to your side and moving to grab your hands away from your head. But as soon as he tries to touch you, you flinch away. The same way you did that night at his dorm. A barely audible whimper of “no” leaves your lips, your body quivering away from his. The sight shatters his heart, he’s never seen you broken.

He’d seen you in pain, in a subdrop, but never like this. He always makes you feel better, he’s always there to bring you back. So what does he do, when you won’t let him?

special thanks to @ameliora-j for helping me write ideas for this fic :)

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[papillon-mechant]

don’t call me yours| ex!r.w x crybaby!reader

word count: 2685

summary: draco hits on you at a party, and ron doesn’t like people touching what’s his

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering (kinda), lmk if i’m forgetting anything

a/n: it has been forever since i’ve posted a full fic. I tried to make this one really good, i hope you guys like it. plz remember to like and reblog :)

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The music blasts through the speakers, creating a vibration that moves throughout the entire room. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other, on the dance floor, in the kitchen, everywhere throughout the house. Draco Malfoy’s parties were always like this, hundreds of students from every house, all gathered in the huge manor, drunk and high, just having fun. You sit on a couch in the middle of the room, observing the other partygoers. You weren’t much of a party girl, only ever attending when your roommates dragged you along.

“Is that y/n?”A voice comes from behind you, followed by a strong pair of hands on your shoulders. You shiver at the feeling, never being one for the physical touch of others. Draco Malfoy, party host and the person the voice belongs to, hops over the back of the couch, settling himself very close to you. You send him a small smile, hoping your awkward expression will give him a hint that you’re not really interested.

“Why’re you sitting here all on your own?” He asks, clearly not taking the hint, “A pretty girl like you should be mingling on the dancefloor.” You scoff, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued to the cup in your hand.

“I’m not much of a dancer.” You reply, hoping he’ll take your second hint and finally leave you alone. No such luck. Instead, the blond moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and making your whole body tense up.

“Me either, I guess we’ll just chill here together.” He says, his face so close to yours that you can taste the alcohol on his breath. Just when you are about to protest, you feel a different hand on your arm, pulling you up from the couch and dragging you away from the blond. You would have been more thankful had it not been for the intense grip the mystery person had on your arm. You still couldn’t see their face, only the back of their head as they lead you through the crowds of students into a secluded area of the manor.

“Excuse me you’re kind of hurting my a-” You stop in the middle of your sentence as your throat grows dry at the sight of your savior. Ron Weasley, your ex Ron Weasley. It had been months since you’d last seen him, as you’d been avoiding him since your abrupt break up. But here he was now, standing in front of you looking just as good as he did the last time you’d seen him, if not better. His hair had grown out, falling just above his shoulders. He was wearing a loose muscle tee that showed off his broad arms in the most perfect way. You don’t even realize that you’re staring till that signature smirk crosses the red head’s features.

“Wanna take a picture, love? It’ll last longer.” He teases, cocking his head at you. You try your best to ignore the twisting feeling in your stomach and the sudden desperate need for water, rolling your eyes at the boy. Ron’s eyes darken at the action, a disappointed tisk passing his lips. He uncrosses his arms, stalking towards you until you’re backed into a corner, his arms by your head trapping you between the wall and his body. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“So, are y’gonna tell me why ferret boy had his hands on what’s mine?” He questions with an unreadable, almost dominant tone to his voice. His face is so close to yours, one move and your lips would be touching. You shake your head frantically, avoiding eye contact because you know once you look at them, you’ll fold.

“No, I'm not yours anymore, you can’t call me yours.” you whine, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your legs at the thought of being called his once again. Ron smirks, kissing behind your ear, obviously never forgetting about your weak points.

“don’t kid yourself y/n, you know you’ll always be mine.” You whimper at his words, legs almost giving out under you, but Ron is quick to read your ques, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist to keep you standing. He laughs lightly, a mischievous smile crossing his lips.

“You are mine y/n, don’t deny it, it’ll only make things worse.” His free hand leaves the wall behind you, making a small trail up your exposed legs, stopping right at the edge of your skirt. He gently tugs at the fabric, an amused smile on his face, “Such a pretty skirt darling, but it would look a lot better on my bedroom floor.” You can’t hold back the whimper that passes your lips, your brain slowly but surely turning into the pile of mush he’s always been able to turn you into. Ron chuckles at the noise, bringing his hand to grab a rough hold of your face, forcing you to finally look him in the eyes. And oh how you wish he didn’t. Because the instant your eyes meet, a thick fog settles over your brain, and the only thing you can think about at the moment is him.

“Ronnie.” You whine, bucking your hips against his leg which was settled between yours, releasing a broken moan at the feeling of his jeans against your clothed cunt. He smiles, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. His eyes darken when he sees the small wet patch you left behind on his jeans, a low groan emitting from his throat. Your eyes stare up into his, wide and doe like as you move your hips again, silently begging for more friction.

“Needy little thing, no longer putting up a fight?” He teases, his hand slowly reaching under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your dampened underwear. You shake your head, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing his hand to your center, letting him cup your sex in his hand, grinding against his palm.

“Tell me what you want love, use your words.” He continues to tease you, knowing very well how hard it is for you to express yourself in the state you were in. You simply let out another whine, grabbing hold of his shoulders and moving your hips against his leg, speeding up when you hit the perfect spot. Ron lets you do your thing for a while, admiring the desperation in your voice as small whimpers of his name leave your lips. When he feels you begin to increase your speed, he grabs hold of your hips, stopping you before you can get your release.

“No!” You cry out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“None of that now,” Ron demands, ignoring your protests as he separate’s his body from yours, “I always take care of what’s mine, you know that darling.” Almost immediately, the boy drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up past your legs, revealing your lace underwear. He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he comes face to face with the large wet patch on your underwear, growing by the minute as your arousal continues to seep through the fabric.

“I can pratically fucking smell you, such a naughty girl.” He groans, hooking his fingers at the waistband of your underwear. But he freezes when your hands come to grab his, halting his actions.

“What’s wrong darling?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“Ronnie, there are people,” You reply, gesturing to the still active party going on in the other room, “what if someone walks in?” Ron chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches to his back pocket, pulling out his wand. Whispering a silent spell, he apparates the two of you to one of the many empty rooms of the manor. The one that just happened to belong to Draco Malfoy.

“All good now?” He asks, a genuine tone to his voice telling you that he truly cares about making you comfortable. You nod, smiling down at him as he continues to kneel between your legs at the edge of the king sized bed. He smiles back at you, tapping your knees as a signal for you to spread your legs. You comply without hesitation, leaning back into a more comfortable position, making sure to lean on your arms so you could still keep eye contact. Ron begins to move your underwear once again, this time succeeding in getting them off.

“So fucking pretty.” He says, mostly to himself. Never breaking eye contact with you, Ron trails a single finger between your folds, collecting the arousal leaking from your hole and using it to rub agonizingly slow circles on your clit. Your mind is almost completely blank, the only thought in your head being the feeling of his hands on you, and the need for more.

“Please Ronnie,” You cry, a slow stream of tears flowing down your face, “I want you now.” Ron ignores your pleas, continuing to tease your swollen clit, taking pride in the way your body squirms at his movements, knowing he’d never forgotten how to make you feel good.

“I don’t know,” He begins, a teasing smirk across his face, “it’s been so long, I don’t think you can take me anymore.”

“I can, I promise,” You reply, moving your legs so your foot brushes against the prominent bulge in his pants, “Please Ronnie, please fuck me.” Your bold actions make something snap inside of him. He moves from between your legs, hovering over your body and quickly engulfing your lips with his in a passionate and messy kiss. He settles his body between your legs, grinding his bulge onto your clit, swallowing every moan that passes your lips. He breaks the kiss, straddling your body as he stares down at you with lust clouded eyes. His hands grab at the top of your blouse, ripping it open with zero hesitation, the buttons falling all over the room. His heart swells as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips are red and swollen, your body flushed, tits exposed and waiting to be touched.

He can’t help but groan at the sight, diving down your body to wrap his lips around one of your tits, swirling his tongue in circles around your taunt nipple, using his hand to give attention to the other. You let out a string of high pitched moans, arching your body into his. Though you loved the feeling of his lips on your body, you were growing increasingly impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you for the first time in months. Almost as if he’s read your mind, Ron detaches himself from your chest, focusing on removing his pants and boxers.

You watch intently, mouth practically watering at the sight of his cock as it springs free of it’s confinements, slapping against his stomach. Ron catches this, an amused smirk crossing his features.

“Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch flies.” He jokes, positioning his hips between your legs. He grabs his cock in one hand, using the other to spread open your folds, spitting right on your cunt, the action coaxing another small whine from you. He takes his time, teasing you as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your arousal. He holds his cock steady at your entrance, pushing in just the tip before pulling away once again. He continues his torture, ignoring your cries and pleas.

“For godric’s sake Ron just fu-FUCK.” You cry out, your sentence being cut off when Ron finally bottoms out with one quick, rough thrust. Sighs of relief leave both of you at the feeling of being connected in the best way once again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside you once again, the stretch creating a pleasurable sting that runs through your whole body.

“You okay love?” He asks, lightly stroking your hair with his free hand, his other occupied with rubbing slow circles on your clit. You nod in response, unable to trust your own voice. Instead, you buck your hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, moving his cock inside you at a slow but rough pace. Each thrust is hard and deep, the head of his cock brushing against your spot each time.

You don’t even attempt to muffle the loud moans and screams leaving your lips, confident that the sounds of the bustling party just downstairs would suffice as a silencer. Your hands grab at the shirt Ron was wearing, begging for him to take ur off. He complies, removing his shirt with ease, never ceasing his movements against your body. You stare up at him in awe. You’ve always loved the way he looked above you, his face contorted in pleasure and concentration, his hair falling in front of his eyes, beads of sweat rubbing down his flushed body and onto yours.

“Feels so good Ronnie, missed you so much.” You moan out, scratching your nails down his back, leaving a trail of bright red lines in your wake.

“Fuck, I missed you too,” he grunts out, leaning down to place a few chast kisses on your neck, “Taking me so well baby, you always take me so well.” His praise sends shivers down your spine, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement. You were almost there, you just needed a little push. Putting on your best doe eyes, you stare directly into Ron’s, reaching your arms out for him.

“Kiss me, please.” You beg. He wastes no time complying with your wishes, leaning down to plant a passionate kiss on your lips. You didn’t need him to speak, you felt all the words he couldn’t say. Through the kiss, through the way his cock moved inside you. You felt it. Ron groans out as he feels you clench around him, signaling your close release.

“Y’gonna cum with me darling? Gonna milk my cock till I fill you up with every last drop of my cum, make your belly nice and full?” Ron’s dirty words send you overboard, your back arching off the bed as you cry out, creaming all over his cock. He groans, your release triggering his own as he spills himself inside you till it’s leaking out around his cock, forming a small wet patch on the bed.

Carefully, Ron pulls out, watching mesmerized as the rest of his cum leaks from your hole, onto the bed. He leaves for only a moment, returning with a wet rag to clean you up. When he’s done, he helps you put your underwear back on, handing you his shirt as yours is ruined from being ripped open. He lays on the bed, bringing your body to rest against his. The room is almost silent, the only sounds being that of your breathing and the muffled noises of the party below you.

After a moment, you finally break the silence, playing with his fingers to avoid looking directly at him,

“Ronnie?” He hums in response, looking down at you. You lift your head, meeting his eyes and you’re unable to stop the tears that begin to fall from your eyes. Ron sits up, pulling you into his lap and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, what’s wrong love, why the tears?” He questions, lightly stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, content at the feeling of being in his hands again.

“Don’t want this to be a one time thing, wanna be yours again Ronnie.” You whimper, letting your head fall into his chest as you sob out at the thought of this being just a hook up to him. Ron’s heart breaks a little at the sight. He cups your face in his hand, making you look at him again as he wipes your tears.

“I already told you love, you’ve always been mine.”

-

you’re woken up by the sound of someone screaming, practically falling out of the bed at the sound.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” The person yells. The noise causes Ron to wake up too, both of you tiredly sitting up. You look at the clock next to you, it read 8 AM.

“DID YOU GUYS FUCK IN MY BED?!” You whip your head around to see Draco Malfoy standing in the door way, a disgusted look on his face. Your eyes widen in horror, looking over at Ron who’s face is actually red from holding back his laughs.

“IS THAT CU- OH MY GODRIC GET THE FUCK OUT.”

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my little love|d.m. x reader

word count: 2.6k summary: draco and y/n haven't seen each other in years, and there's a lot he doesn't know warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, mentions/innuendos of sex but no actual smut. (there's a part that implies reader has curly brown hair but you can imagine it however you want it was just a way of giving the child a trait that wasn't draco's) a/n: i'm finally FINALLY writing this fic from this old blurb and i'm so excited. i did change a few things around but still, i hope you guys like it. it's super long i kinda got carried away lol. this is also my fic for @draconisxcaput ‘s harry potter writing contest (i'm sorry it's late lol)

This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be here. This isn’t going to go well. Just go home, no one’s seen you, they won’t notice. These were just a few of the things running through your head as you sat in your car in front of the huge mansion. The mansion you hadn’t stepped foot in in almost a whole year. Images of that day run through your mind, making your stomach twist with nausea. You watch as more and more groups of people continue to pour into the house, hearing the bustle of partygoers for a few seconds every time the door opens. Taking a deep breath, you shake off your nerves and finally work up the courage to leave your vehicle and make your way to the front doors of the manor.

Another group of people walks in ahead of you, giving you the opportunity to sneak in with them, not wanting to be seen entering on your own. When you get inside, you take a moment to let your eyes rake over the crowded mansion, taking in the hundreds of people surrounding you. It made you feel small, closed in. In a desperate attempt to calm your nerves, you make your way to the kitchen, not needing any direction as your mind already knows every inch of the home.

You’re almost to the kitchen when a flash of white makes you stop in your tracks. You stand frozen in your place, eyes locked on the head of platinum blond hair across the room. It’s been years and he still takes your breath away. You watch as he talks to the man next to him, moving his hands enthusiastically as he speaks. He always spoke with his hands. Suddenly, your body begins to move before your mind can register where it’s taking you, bringing you closer and closer to the man. Before you know it, you’re standing behind him, close enough to be engulfed by his signature scent of mint and hair gel.

“Papa!” You hear a child scream. Another flash of white speeds past your body, stopping in front of the man. Draco chuckles, bending down to pick the child up. That must be Scorpius, you think to yourself. He’s a spitting image of his father. Draco kisses around the boy’s face, eliciting small giggles from the young child. Suddenly the boy pauses, looking over his father’s shoulder, directly at you.

“Papa, her pwetty.” The boy giggles, pointing in your direction. Draco turns to see who his son was speaking of, eyes widening in shock when he notices it’s you. The boy squirms in his grip, signaling for his father to put him down. He runs over to you, stopping in front of you and extending his hand.

“Hi, I'm Scowpius but you pwetty so you can call me bubby.” The child says. You smile, reaching down to shake his hand.

“Hi bubby, i’m y/n.” You reply. The boy giggles, hugging your leg before running off to play with the other kids. The scent of mint and hair gel fills your nose once again, causing you to lift your head, coming face to face with the one who got away.

“Y/n,” Draco breathes, a shocked expression still painting his features, “merlin it’s been years.” You nod, afraid your voice will betray you if you speak.

“Draco dear, it’s time for the toast.” A woman behind you shouts. Astoria, you assume. Draco nods his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“I think you’d better get over there.” You laugh, moving for him to walk past you.

“Oh, yes you’re right. Well it was good to see you.” He says, walking over to his family. You watch him walk away, your mind only thinking one thing. You were definitely still in love with Draco Malfoy.

You spent the next few hours huddled by yourself in a small corner, observing the party from afar. Every now and again, an old classmate would recognize you, sparking up a conversation about stuff you didn’t care enough to pay full attention to, just nodding and smiling most of the time. Because your mind was completely somewhere else. It was on that neat head of platinum blond hair you’d seen hours earlier. You hadn’t really seen him much since then, only catching a small glimpse of him here and there. Being in that house and seeing him again brought back memories of that night, ones you’d suppressed for very long.

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up here. One moment, you’re catching up with an old friend at the bar, and the next you’re tangled in his sheets, bodies pressed together, moving together as one. It was so wrong, he was married. But as you felt the way his lips ghosted over your throat, in the exact spot he used to when you were younger, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. After all, you weren’t the married one. And what’s the worst that could happen, right?

When You finally arrive home, you slowly trudge your way up the stairs, exhaustion taking over your whole body. You make your way to your bedroom, instantly stripping from the uncomfortable dress you wore to the party. You go about your night routine as usual, getting in the shower, brushing your teeth and slipping into a comfortable nightgown. Leaving the bathroom, you stop in front of the room adjacent to yours, slowly opening the door, trying not to make too much noise. You walk over to the crib, glancing down at the sleeping child with a small smile. When you pick her up, she stirs awake, small cries leaving her tiny lips, but she stops when she realizes it’s you who’s holding her.

“Hello beautiful.” You coo, rubbing a finger up and down her cheek. She was so tiny, so precious. And a spitting image of her father. Grey eyes, pale skin and platinum blonde hair, the only indication that she came from you being the identical birthmarks the two of you shared, a small patch of blue in the whites of her eyes.

Other than that, there was no doubt. She was definitely Draco Malfoy’s child. “I saw your papa today,” you whisper to your daughter, rocking her back and forth in your arms, “and your big brother. You look so much like both of them. I wish they could see you.” Your eyes well with tears, heart wrenching at the thought of your daughter never meeting her father.

You sit on the edge of your tub, your leg anxiously bouncing uncontrollably.

“God this is the longest five minutes of my life.” You groan, head falling into your shaking hands.

“I’m sure you’re fine, you’re probably just overreacting.” Hermione assures you, rubbing her hand over your back in an attempt to soothe your nerves. You shake your head, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

“But what if I’m not fine ‘Mione?” You cry, letting your head fall into her shoulder, “What if it’s positive? I can’t tell him, it would ruin both of us. But I can’t do this alone, what am I gonna do?” Your voice breaks as you speak, a waterfall of tears leaving your eyes. The sight shatters Hermione’s heart. She wraps her arms around you and holds tightly to your crying figure.

“It’s okay y/n, you won’t be alone. You know me and the boys will always be here to help you.”

The test came back positive. And 8 and a half months later, Rosaline Willow Malfoy was born. Her birth certificate was the only thing that made it clear who her father was, everywhere else, her last name was the same as yours. You never did tell Draco about her, you were afraid to. After all, What was he to do? Leave his wife and son for an old high school lover? The woman he cheated on her with, the woman with whom he’d had a child out of wedlock. You didn’t want to put him in that position. So instead you hid her from him, hoping that one day she wouldn’t have to be a secret anymore.

Three years later, Rosaline had grown to be a beautiful little girl. Her curly hair, now shoulder length, had gotten lighter over time, giving her the true platinum blonde color that most Malfoy’s had inherited. About two years ago, you bumped into an old classmate, Theodore Nott, at a coffee shop. After a few small dates, you two became official. He was amazing, always bringing you flowers and small gifts, helping out around the house. You especially loved how good he was with Rosaline. He loved her like she was his own, treated her like she deserved the whole world, and he gave it to her too. Buying her small toys and gifts, taking her to the park or the zoo. He knew who Rosaline’s father was, but it didn’t matter to him. He truly loved the two of you with all his heart.

It was a beautiful spring day, so naturally Theo pitched the idea of going to the park, and of course Rosaline was more than excited to go, and so were you. When you arrived at the park, you took your usual seat on the bench across from the playground, watching with a wide smile as Theo attempted to encourage your timid daughter to go down the biggest slide. Your serenity is quickly broken when you hear someone behind you clear their throat.

“Y/n.” Shit. You know that voice, it’s a voice you’d never been able to forget, even after all these years. You sigh deeply, tearing your sight away from your family to turn and face the man behind you. There he stood, the infamous Draco Malfoy. Clad in his signature black suit, fingers covered in the Malfoy family heirlooms. He still smelled the same, he always smelled the same.

“Mr.Malfoy.” You reply, nodding your head as a greeting. His hard expression changes to one of confusion, probably at the way you addressed him. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of a child shouting “Mommy look, daddy howsey.” He watches as you turn in the direction of the disturbance, eyes snapping between you and the man and child on the playground. Theo was on his hands and knees, making noises like a horse with a giggling Rosaline seated on his back. You smile at the sight, almost forgetting about the blond man behind you. But you are quickly reminded of his presence as he clears his throat once again. You turn to face him, trying to ignore the obvious calculating look on his face.

“So…mommy huh?” He questions, nodding his head towards your child. Your body tenses for a moment, but you quickly relax yourself, not wanting to give anything away. You instead put on a smile, nodding your head at the male. “And he’s…daddy?” Draco asks, his jaw clenched tight. You nod your head again,

“Yes, that’s Rosaline, our daughter.” Draco nods, jaw clenching and unclenching in an attempt to hide any emotions that try to break through his tough exterior. “So, she’s his?” He asks, glancing over at Theo as he plays with Rosaline. “He’s the only father she’s ever known.” You reply. Draco’s jaw tightens again as he takes in the looks of the child. She was so small. Her skin is pale and littered with birthmarks and freckles, she gets that from you he thinks. Her hair is to her shoulders, thick and curly, also from you. But it wasn’t brown like yours or Theo’s. It was blonde. Platinum blonde.

“Y/n, you know that’s not what I meant.” He speaks through clenched teeth. Your chest tightens, a lump forming in the back of your throat. You think for a moment, about whether you can lie your way out of this or not. But you knew you couldn’t. There was no denying that she was his child, especially when you see them so close together. “She’s yours.” You say. His face stays calm, the only confirmation that he heard what you’d said being a small nod. He opens his mouth to speak but us again interrupted when Theo runs over to the bench, Rosaline in his arms.

“Y/n love Rosie wants-Malfoy, is that you?” Theo says, shock evident in his voice, “It’s been ages mate, good to see you.” He hands Rosaline over to you, moving in to wrap Draco in an awkward embrace. Draco grunts, mumbling a curt, “You too.” before distancing himself from the brunet again. Draco’s eyes never leave Rosa. He studies her tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if she was real or not. Theo notices this, a look of understanding washing over his features.

“Rosa honey, how about we go get some ice cream?” He asks, opening his arms to the girl. She squeals excitedly, instantly lunging from your arms into his. “I’ll be right over there, okay?” He whispers to you, giving you a look that says, “just say the word and i’ll get us out of here” you shake your head, letting him know you were okay. He nods, turning to Draco one last time and this time extending his hand to the blond, “It really was good to see you mate.” Draco merely stares at Theo’s hand, not moving to return the gesture. Theo finally takes the hint and takes your daughter to get the ice cream he promised.

After he leaves, you’re left alone in an awkward silence with Draco, both of you saying nothing as you stare each other down. Finally, you decide to break the silence, “Well I should probably get going, if I don’t he’ll end up getting her the biggest size because he can’t say no to her.” You say, moving to pack your things. But you are stopped with a cold hand around your wrist.

“Draco-”

“No, you don’t get to do that,” he says, voice tinted with hurt and anger, “you don’t get to just drop a bomb like that and leave. I deserve an explanation.” You scoff at his words, yanking your hand away from his grip.

“Like hell you do, if you hadn’t run into us today you wouldn’t even know she existed. Don’t try to act like a father now.” You spit, anger evident in your words.

“How was I supposed to be a father before, if you hid my child from me? And what gave you the goddamn right to do that in the first place?” He snaps back.

“What gave me the right? I’ll tell you what gave me the right. I carried her for nine months. I gave birth to her after 47 hours of labor. I changed her dirty diapers. I took care of her when she was sick. I did all of that, because she is my daughter. The only thing that makes her yours is DNA. You’re married, Draco, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Knock on your door and when your wife answers tell her “Hi my name is y/n, I’m the one your husband cheated on you with. Also, I’m pregnant with his fucking bastard child” Is that what I should have done? Humiliate myself like that. And for what? So we could raise her together?”

“Why didn’t you just tell m-”

“Would you have left Astoria for me?” You cut him off. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, your heart slowly breaking due to his silence. “Would you?” You ask again. He doesn't speak, he just stands there with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing as if he wants to speak. But he doesn’t. You slowly nod your head, heart shattered in a million pieces. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you silently gather your things. Draco watches you the whole time, glued to his spot in front of you.

When you're done, you turn look at him once more, “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

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her savior|bestfriend!r.w. x crybaby!reader

word count: 1468 summary: y/n comes back from a bad hook up looking for the one person who’s always there to help her warnings: subspace, oral (female receiving) fingering a/n: ✨ron✨ that is all

You trudge your way up the stairs to your dorm, small sobs and sniffles leaving your body as you enter the room. You’re so engrossed in your own head you don’t notice your best friend and roommate sitting on his bed. You slowly shuffle your way to your own bed, falling face first into your pillows. As soon as your head hits the pillow, you can’t hold back the sobs that leave your mouth. The sound of your broken sobs catches Ron’s attention, causing the boy to shoot up from his position and rush to your side.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” He coos, rubbing soothing circles down your back. You mumble an illegible answer, the pillow and your sobs muffling your words.

“Hey, you’ve gotta look at me love, can’t hear you.” Ron says, lifting your head to look at you. His heart shatters as he sees your face, eyes puffy, red and filled with years, bottom lip poked out and quivering in a small pout. “Oh princess, what’s happened?”

“Went to see Draco.” Is all you say, unable to fully tell the story due to your headspace. But you really didn’t need to, Ron already knew what happened. This wasn’t the first time you’ve come back from meeting with the blond in this state. He never took care of you, using you for mainly his pleasure. You were lucky if he even let you finish. Ron had spent many days providing the aftercare that Draco failed to give to you, his blood boiling every time he sees you in this state.

“Oh angel, why do you keep doing this to yourself?” Ron asks, pulling you into his lap in a cradle position, “You know he’s no good for you.”

“He says I’m his good girl, that no one else is as good as me, just wanted to keep being a good girl.” You whine, hiding your face in his shoulder. Ron’s heart shatters once again at your words, anger at the blond building in his veins.

“M’tummy hurts so bad ronnie, didn’t get to finish.” You cry into his shoulder. Ron contemplates his next move, unsure if he should do what he has in mind, but he can’t stand seeing you like this and wants nothing more than to help soothe your crying figure. He glances down at you, heart swelling at the look of your big doe eyes meeting his. “Fuck it” he thinks.

“Would you like me to help make your tummy feel better?” He asks cautiously, afraid he may be overstepping boundaries. Your eyes light up as you push your body up from its position in his arms, moving to straddle his waist.

“Please ronnie, hurts so bad,” you whine, lacing your fingers in Ron’s hair and bucking your hips against his, coaxing a low groan from the boy’s throat, “I promise I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” You move your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants, determined to prove that you can be good for him. Ron grabs hold of both of your small hands in one of his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly.

“You are a good girl angel I promise,” He coos, lifting your body off his and laying you on the bed, “But this is about you, let me help you baby.” You whimper at his words, nodding your head eagerly, waiting patiently for his next move. Ron hovers over you, kneeling on the bed between your open legs. Your knees fall to the side as you spread your legs wider for the boy, eager to show your readiness for him. Ron sucks in a sharp breath when he sees the visible wet spot on your panties under the t-shirt you were wearing. Using one hand to hold your hips down, he runs a finger up your covered slit, your body instantly jolting at the feeling.

“So wet, poor baby didn’t get any cummies did you?” He coos, lightly tracing the outline of the wet patch on your underwear. Your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand, desperate for a release. You shake your head, tears streaming down your face once again.

“Please daddy, wanna cum so bad, hurts.” You cry, stretching your arms out for the boy, making grabbing motions at him. Ron’s heart softens at the look of you, teary eyed and begging for release. “Kissie, please.” Ron makes no move to deny your request, leaning down and finally connecting your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. You whine into the kiss, lacing your fingers through his hair and pulling his body into yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips into yours and grinding against him. Ron breaks the kiss, much to your dismay, kissing his way down your neck.

“Are you sure about this love?” He asks, looking directly into your eyes.

“Yes, please ronnie, please.” Ron nods his head, sliding his hands up your shirt, removing the fabric from your body. As soon as they’re exposed, Ron’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. You let out a broken moan, back arching into his mouth. He releases your nipple, moving to give the same attention to the other before kissing his way down the valley of your breasts, to your stomach, to the waistband of your panties.

You look down at him with the best pleading look you can master, small whines still leaving your swollen lips. Ron takes the hint, sliding your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side. Ron’s cock twitches in his pants as he comes face to face with your sopping heat, a pool of slick running down your legs, forming a small wet spot on the sheets under you.

“So pretty.” He coos, running two fingers between your folds, a broken cry falling from your lips at the feeling. Lowering his head between your legs, Ron keeps his eyes locked with yours when he makes the first move, licking a ling stripe over your entire cunt, your whole body shaking at the feeling.

“Daddy.” You mewl, gripping at his fiery red locks, attempting to pull his head closer between your legs. Ron chuckles at your desperation, the action sending vibrations straight through your cunt. Without another word, Ron dives in between your legs, eating you like it would be his last meal. His tongue works wonders on your already sensitive cunt, moving between your folds like it was meant just for that. You are a moaning mess under him, your hands gripped tightly in his hair as you move your hips against his face.

Ron makes no move to stop you, letting you fuck yourself on his tongue as you chase your release. His eyes never leave your figure, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you. Your eyes closed tight in pleasure, your lips parted as the gasps and moans fall from them. He’s never seen anything more beautiful.

“Daddy, gonna cum.” You cry, legs tightening around his head. Ron grunts against you, opening your legs wider and running two fingers between your folds before pushing them past your entrance, curling them forward and hitting your spot each time.

“Let go angel, let me feel you.” He coos, placing one last kiss on your clit and sending you over the edge. Your back arches high off the bed, small gasps leaving your parted lips. Chants of thank yous and Ron’s name leave your lips as he works you through your high, fingers moving slowly inside you.

When you finally come down, Ron removes his fingers from your heat, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, groaning at the taste of you. He moves his body between your legs, leaning down to kiss you once again. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Feel better?” He asks, lightly running his hands over your curves, soothing your shaking body. You nod, unable to form a sentence in your current state. You reach your arms up, making grabbing motions towards the boy. He smiles sweetly, hooking his hands under your arms and lifting your body into his, your legs instantly closing around his waist.

Ron walks you through your dorm, bringing you to the bathroom and sitting you on the sink. He fills the tub with water, helping you get in before sinking in behind you, pulling your body into his. You sigh, content with your current headspace as you lay your head back against his chest.

“Thank you ronnie.” You mumble lethargically, brain still fizzy from your previous actions. Ron kisses the top of your head, rubbing soothing circles on the insides of your thighs.

“Anytime love, i’ll always take care of you.”

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where do babies come from? |dbf!s.b. x innocent!reader

word count: 1766 summary: y/n wonders where babies come from, and who better to ask than uncle pads? warnings: age gap (all characters are 18+ as always) loss of virginity, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, innocence kink, corruption kink a/n: i love this honestly

You slowly pad your way to Sirius’ study, standing in the doorway with your head down. You lightly clear your throat, trying to gain the man’s attention as he is glued to the papers on his desk. You take a moment to take in the sight of the man. His long hair is tied back into a messy bun, a few pieces falling free around his face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in deep concentration. You try to ignore the tingly feeling between your legs at the sight of him.

“Um...uncle pads?” You whisper. Sirius’ head shoots up, slightly startled by your sudden appearance. His face softens instantly when he realizes it’s you at his door.

“Hi beautiful,” he smiles, causing your face to heat up, “something wrong?” He asks, gesturing for you to enter the room. You keep your head down as you walk timidly to his desk, gasping quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. Your skin feels like it’s on fire as he places a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Got a question, can’t ask papa.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed about the question on your tongue. You weren’t every experienced or knowledgeable in the sexual department, always missing the jokes your friends made, or looking away during heated scenes in movies. Being that you were 19, you felt as though you should know more about these things. You didn’t want to ask your father, afraid he’s give you one of those long sex talks parents give, and you didn’t want that. So the next best thing was to ask Sirius. It was no secret that he was quite the ladies man, you had eavesdropped on many conversations, overhearing many different stories of your “uncle” and his sexcepades.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s away then, isn’t it?” He smirks playfully, “Tell uncle pads what’s wrong.” Well, it was now or never.

“Where do babies come from?” You ask. Sirius’ eyes widen in surprise.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking the other day, and Ron said something about putting a baby in Hermione.” Sirius snorts loudly, unable to stop himself from laughing at your friend’s statement. Your face flushes red with embarrassment, a sad expression painting your face at his joking actions. Sirius sees this look, pouting lightly at your exaggerated expression.

“Okay love, I’m sorry.” He coos, lifting you from his lap to sit in front of him on his desk. “Do you know what happens when a man has an orgasm?” He asks, your face heats up once again as you shake your head.

“Y/n, have you ever had sex?” You shake your head again. Sirius sucks in a sharp breath, feeling as blood rushes to his cock. He had always known you were an innocent child, noticing the way your face would flush at the mention of anything even remotely sexual. He had always tried to hide his attraction to you, afraid of what his best friend, your father, would say. But hearing these things from you, learning that you were still untouched, it made something inside him snap. Something that wanted nothing more than for him to be the one to corrupt your innocence.

“Have you ever played with yourself?” He asks. You cock your head in confusion, not understanding what he means. He chuckles lightly, trailing a ring clad hand up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches your underwear. The action sends goosebumps all over your body, and a strange feeling builds between your legs.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” His hand moves to cup your clothed cunt, coaxing a small gasp from your lips and causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. Sirius smirks, enjoying how responsive you are already.

“S-sometimes, it feels tingly and touching it helps.” You mumble, keeping your head down as you are afraid to make eye contact with him at this moment. Sirius hums, leaning back in his chair and smirking up at you.

“Show me.”

“What?” Sirius leans forward once again, lifting your chin and forcing you to finally make eye contact with him. His eyes have gone almost completely black, lust swimming in his blown irises.

“Show me what you do to help the tingles.” He whispers in your ear, moving his lips down the side of your neck, leaving small kisses in their wake. You whimper slightly, nodding in agreement as Sirius sits back again, watching your every move. You lift your skirt, slowly removing your underwear with the help of the man in front of you. You move a hand between your legs, collecting your wetness and rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit, coaxing small moans and short gasps from your parted lips.

“Fuck,” Sirius groans, palming himself through his sweats, “so pretty.” Using his free hand, Sirius runs a hand up your leg, brushing his thumb against your heat.

“How about I help you out?” You eagerly nod your head, moving your hand so he can replace it with his. And fuck are you happy you did. You weren’t sure why his fingers felt so much better than yours, but the way he moved them in different patterns against your clit made you squirm against his desk. Suddenly, you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance, the new feeling shocking your whole body.

“Is this okay puppy?” He asks, his face softening for a second. You nod your head and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he pushes his finger into you, quietly groaning at the feeling of your tight heat around his finger. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he begins to move his finger inside you in a come hither motion, hitting your spot each time. Your body jolts in surprise when you feel him add a second finger.

“You’re so tight, can’t wait to have you squeezing around my cock.” He groans.

“S-sirius, m’tummy feels weird.” You whine, mindlessly moving your hips against his fingers.

“S’okay puppy, just let go, I’ve got you.” Sirius makes the decision to attach his lips to your clit, never stopping the movement of his fingers. The action sends you over the edge, your body arching off the desk as your lips fall open, releasing short squeaks and whimpers. Sirius groans at the taste of you on his tongue, making a mental note to make you cum on his tongue another day. You’re still panting when Sirius stands, quickly removing his pants and revealing his painfully hard cock. You let out an involuntary gasp at his size. You wonder how it’ll ever fit inside you. Sirius makes his way towards you, standing between your legs. You whimper lightly when his cock brushes against your heat.

“As much as I’d love to have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he says, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance, “I think it’s time to teach you where babies come from.” Slowly, Sirius begins pushing his cock past your entrance, inch by inch. A burning feeling takes over your body, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. Sirius does everything he can to make you feel comfortable. Using one hand, he wipes your tears, lightly kissing the corners of your eyes. With the other, he rubs small circles on your clit, helping you relax your body. When he finally bottoms out, Sirius gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size.

“Please.” You whimper, ready to feel him move inside you. Sirius gives you a lopsided smile, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips against yours. The action knocks all the wind from your body, pleasure taking over all your senses. Sirius keeps a fast pace, his hips making a loud slapping sound each time they come in contact with yours. Moving his hand from your face, Sirius rips open your shirt in one move, the action causing you to clench around him.

“Such a pretty little girl,” Sirius rasps, grabbing harshly at your newly exposed breasts, twisting and tugging your nipples between his fingers, “Always so innocent, now look at you, ruined just for me.”

“F-for you siri.” You choke out. Your body moves as if it has a mind of its own, hips thrusting up to meet Sirius’ movements. His cock stretches you out perfectly, causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure to wash over your body. Your mind has gone completely blank, and unfamiliar fuzz settling over your brain, the only thing on your mind being the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Sirius grabs hold of your legs, holding them together and pushing your knees against your chest. The new position has him reaching places inside you you didn’t even know existed. The room is fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together, and the occasional moan from you or grunt from Sirius.

“Siri, my tummy feels weird again.”

“I know baby, I can feel you clenching around me,” He groans, opening your legs to give him access to your overused clit, rubbing fast circles with the pad of his thumb, “Let go pup, cum all over my cock.” A loud gasp leaves your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body shakes uncontrollably under his, your cunt clenching around his cock. The sight of you cumming under him and the feeling of your cunt tightening around your cock sends him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’gonna fill you up now pup,” Sirius groans, speeding his hips up as he chases his high, “gonna give you all my babies, till your tummy is bulging with my seed.” Sirius’ hips still against yours, a loud groan leaving his parted lips as he spills himself inside you. You let out a string of gasps at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, the feeling almost sending you into another orgasm. When he feels his cock go soft inside you, Sirius pulls out, using his fingers to quickly catch anything that falls from your heat, pushing it back inside you. You whimper and try to squirm away, your body not able to handle the overstimulation.

“Be still love, gotta make sure it stays inside you,” Sirius looks down at your body, skirt lifted over your stomach, exposing your cum filled heat, shirt ripped open exposing your beautiful tits. You were truly ethereal, “you’re gonna look so pretty swelling with my baby.”

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