Seems like u r taking request! No.1 ur acc is amazing. No.2: Can u do Harry Potter×fem!reader where the reader is stressed about studies and has kind of anxiety and Harry helps her by talks and encourages her. Also plz add some passionate kissing and slight teasing, if u like,at the end! Thank u sm.
One more?
Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader
Warnings: none
Requests are open!
GIF not mine! Credits goes to the original creator!
A/n: No.1, thank you:)
No.2, here I’m doing the same. Hope you like it!
Thanks for the request xx
Advancing Christmas isn’t homey for the first time.
The reason- oh, don’t even get her started.
Sixth year turned out to be heinous. Snape, being their DADA teacher, had threatened to give them detention if they failed in performing the non-verbal spells.
Potter doesn’t have to stress about it, of course.
But on Merlin's other hand, she, who had got way better O.W.Ls than him, couldn’t help but dunk her head into 'How to Ace Non-Verbality' that Hermione picked up for her.
Oh, just hex her already.
Why?
She couldn’t concentrate.
You will ask the reason again.
It is because a certain raven-haired boy slumped in front of her, quietly fumbling and drumming his wand, quite restlessly though.
It wasn't obvious from his actions, but she knew- he was trying to catch her attention.
Pity, she isn't in a mood today.
"Harry, can you just stop that?" She snapped at him while shooting daggers from her eyes. "Why don't you just study?"
"For Snape?" He faked a sympathetic laugh. "He legit made me scrub the pans of the hospital wing. Without magic!"
"Doesn't help me concentrate."
He swore he could have snatched her books and alighted them on his Firebolt, only if he didn't mind the consequences. He knew, that would thing he would have done.
So instead, he did halt his ear-drilling drumming, and got to his feet. "Looks like you've got something to replace me," he deliberately shot at her and tip-toed into his dorms.
And for, maybe a second, she didn't mind the deafening silence, but, Merlin, the next second, she was already craving his presence. It was somehow tranquil for her, her anxiousness did vanish at his goofy smile.
She groaned in annoyance, and forced her attention back to her book.
"Funnunculus- boils, Homenum Revelio- Harry!"
Now, don't get her wrong this time.
This boy has got ways to make his presence felt. And now that he was nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, she found it hard not to lose her concentration.
"Close that," he mumbled, clearly referring to the stiff-backed book she had been inhaling.
Well, she had to sigh before giving in.
"Harry, I swear, I'm failing this time! You should let me study."
He ignored her pleadings as he nicked the book out of her reach, and whirled the chair. Without a further word, he settled himself on the rugged floor, resting his chin on her knees as a tingling feeling danced on her skin.
Not even once in the past two years, she had accommodated herself to his touch. It was...unsatiable.
"Look at me."
She couldn't help but stare into those lucious green orbs that were twinkling alongside the cozy fire in the common room, and gave him a twisted sort of smile.
Their journey hardly needed words...smiles and eyes conveyed every unspoken entity.
And she was grateful- to have him.
"Okay, just one more page?" She etched out the most innocent (and forced) smile she could afford. Only if that could melt his determination today.
"No, no! No luck for today," he quickly sat over the book, making his seated figure shot up a little.
Hah, smart.
"Look, if I fail, I know my parents are disowning me."
"Good. I'll keep you."
She couldn't help but huff out an irritated laugh. "Convenient."
"You know, you aren't failing this. You are better than most of us in studies (this earned him an eye roll)."
"I can't concentrate when you look at me like that."
"Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so..."
And now, she had a greater urge to connect their lips, but, uh- she would fail tomorrow.
"Right now, I can't decide if I want to shove you off the tower, or kiss you."
He looked up from the meadows of her knees again, and found himself smiling like a fool.
A fool in love.
"Can I pick?"
And without another word, he pulled her head a little way to low as he rubbed lovingly on the lower petal of her lips. Just another hesitant glance and then, they started devouring each other, with all the love, all the resentment.
Not minding what will happen if Ron and Hermione turn up into the common room after their prefect duties...not thinking of the possibilities of failing or dying in the year ahead...it was just them in their safe place.
Hesitantly, she slipped her hand into his hair again, tugging on gently as his subtle fangs created peals of painful satisfaction on her lips.
The way his arm slithered around her waist and cemented her on her place, forced out a sound from her mouth into his, which she never knew she capable of making.
Oh, unfortunately, they did pull away at the end, eyeing each other's now swollen lips, and Harry's more than ever disheveled hair as hair-splitting pants rang the silent room.
But her eyes fell on the thick spined book he was perching on, and something clicked in her eyes.
"Okay, Harry, I still need to study- no! Just one more?"
can you please write something more with lucius please🥺 something kinky haha🧍♀️
Watcher 》L. Malfoy
Sorry for any mistakes I'm sleepy af! Enjoy ♤
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Lucius Malfoy x Female!Reader
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut
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"Don't you see how pathetic you look, my dumb whore?"
Not a single sound escaped the girl's mouth. Her throat was in the big hand of her man. The man she was obsessed with. Everything was mesmerising about him: from his touch to his voice. The girl patiently waited behind the doors of a room full of people important to Lucius Malfoy. She was only supposed to bring him the case with his new project in it. She did do it, but since she was there already (and fully naked under her dress), she decided to use the situation.
The man then pushed her in the restroom just around the corner and stood with his hands on the wall, trapping the girl between them. She looked up at him, panic and excitement mixing inside of her. Lucius leaned in, placing his head near her neck and sticking his tongue out. It lightly brushed over her skin, from her ear, over her neck and collarbone, down between her breasts until the blue fabric stopped him. He loved tasting her in many ways.
"Lucius–"
"On your knees, love."
She didn't think much before doing so. She got down on her knees, hands already working on his belt and pants. Lucius was quick to grab the belt and yank it from his pants. The girl felt a wave of adrenaline wash over her body when she heard footsteps. Her fingers stopped for a few moments and she looked up at the man above her.
"I didn't say you could stop."
Her lips betrayed her and soon a smirk was seen on her face. She was enjoying this situation way too much. Then, Lucius put the belt around her wrists to keep her from teasing. Every now and then he would pull at it just to let her know how much of a sub she is. Inch by inch, his hard cock disappeared between her lips. She fought every urge in her body not to gag. It was awfully painful, but the sight of Lucius throwing his head back and pulling at her hair made everything worth it. Short hums and groans left his lips, hips moving back and forth so that he could finish faster.
The doors opened, but Lucius never stopped. Instead, he dropped the belt, grabbed the girl's hair and started slamming her head against him. Gaging sounds echoed through the restroom, as well as groans and whines. The man that had just entered was a young twenty-two year old newbie. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, but his eyes said it all, as well as the bulge in his pants.
"What do you say, kid? Does she look like a horny, pathetic and stupid whore?"
The boy gulped, but Lucius only laughed. He looked down at his girl. Tears were running down her face, smearing the mascara around her eyes. His favourite sight in the world was right in front of him. He sped up his movements, going deep down her throat and letting out louder moans.
"My lovely slut will make me cum. Will you swallow it like a good girl?"
She barely managed to nod. She sucked, licked, even bit a few times. He didn't seem to mind. His cock would slip out occasionally with a loud pop. The boy had started palming himself through his pants. Just as he wanted to step closer, Lucius let out a moan. A moan that was so rare it made the girl stop and look at him for a few moments. His head was still thrown back, enjoying each emotion the orgasm brought to him.
The man locked himself up in one of the bathroom stalls. Lucius put his hand on her chin, then pulled her up to stand. He pressed his lips on her forehead and playfully pulled her hair a bit. He knew how much she loved it.
Can you do Draco Malfoy fluff? I’m in need to read something soft 💕
Cigarettes And Firewhiskey 》 D. Malfoy
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: cigarettes, alcohol
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, slight angst
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1294
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Draco found a friend in a muggle girl, but over the time, he realises that he doesn't want to use the word friend with her.
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Who in their right mind can love thunder? It's loud, scary and not satisfying at all. How could someone possibly enjoy it? Even look at it?, The girl thought while hiding under a blanket with a book, going through the pages with curious and impatient eyes. Sometimes her eyes would wander to the end of the page, accidentally spoiling the ending. She hated herself for doing that, but excitement swallowed her each time she would take a book in her hands. She just couldn't help it.
Too busy with being mad at Kaz Brekker, she didn't hear the knocking on her door. The blanket over her head and the thunderstorm only made it more difficult to hear. The knocking then became louder and more impatient. Just as she uncovered her head, the room lit up, making her jump and rush to the door so she could open it before it happens again. Seeing lightning from the inside was already scary enough. The girl peeked through the window near the door. A gasp escaped her lips, her hands flew towards the doorknob, then held the heavy body that was previously leaning against the wet wood before it could fall. The man in her arms mumbled, then gently pushed her aside and stumbled towards the couch. He wasn't drunk. He was injured. Very injured.
Her orange couch was not a strange object to him. He would often come over and sleep at night. The small hut in the mountain village was more of a home to him than the empty manor. When it wasn't empty, it was a mess. Narcissa yelled, Lucius yelled, the house elfs ran around in fear, trying to dodge their anger. He found his comfort in someone he would never expect. A muggle girl. She knew about magic, about his family, about Harry Potter and his friends. She disliked him very much. He was the reason why Draco was often in a bad mood. Draco and the girl met at the train station. She was being pulled away by a suspicious couple, and he noticed. He almost missed his train trying to help her. They never heard about those two people again. The police officer only told the kids to be careful and not leave their parent's side. She was only fourteen when that happened. Her parents were hard working people and she wanted to use the train so she could see them after a busy weekend. Before leaving, she promised the grey eyed boy that she would be more careful.
Draco found her two years later. She worked on a book stand on the train station. He was surprised by his own feelings. He felt warmth when he looked at her. She had changed. Her hair wasn't dark like he remembered. Her cheeks weren't round anymore, her clothes became more tight and her legs longer. The way her fingers arranged the books was so fascinating to him. He wasn't sure if it was because of the colour of her nail polish, which happened to be the same one as his tie and scarf, or because of her soft looking skin.
Since then, both of them became best friends. He would often come to her during holidays. He knew she didn't have anyone left. Even though he always seemed to come injured, she didn't mind taking care of him. This time was worse. He had blood dripping down one side of his face, he held onto his shoulder and his knees were pressed against his chest. He silently laid there, short sighs leaving his lips.
Instead of questioning him, she sat on the couch, gently placing his head in her lap. A sigh of relief was heard, then nothing. The rain was still pouring outside. It made the boy sleepy. But he refused to fall asleep. He wanted to talk to her. Not even talk. He just wanted to listen to her. He waited two weeks to see her. Two very long weeks.
"Do you happen to have firewhiskey?"
His friend rolled her eyes, then went back to combing his hair with her fingers.
"No, I don't have any magic liquid in my house. Will regular whiskey do, Mr Wizard?"
Draco then sat up, pulled out his wand and made a bottle of orange liquid appear on the table, along with a pack of cigarettes. He didn't wait a single second before pouring both of them a glass, then taking a cigarette. As much as she hated them, the sight of Draco Malfoy with his lips wrapped around it was just mesmerizing. His injured fingers played with the lighter, not even caring about the fact that it made his cuts worse. Then, he took her glass and brought it to her lips. She reached for it, but he moved it away and raised his eyebrow. Her eyebrows scrunched with confusion, but she finally understood. She let her hands fall on her lap and Draco smiled with satisfaction. He brought the liquid to her lips again. His eyes never left hers. So much eye contact usually made her uncomfortable, but this was different. Just as she wanted to move away, he raised the glass so that the last drop ended up between her lips.
"More?"
"Yes, please," she breathed out.
"Father made me duel him, you know. So I can get stronger." He explained while pointing towards his face.
The girl kept her mouth shut. She already knew how bad of a father Lucius is. Speaking or asking about him right now wouldn't make Draco feel better. She still drank from his hand, he refused to let her drink on her own. It made him feel protective and it made her look so small and cute.
Only thirty minutes later, more than half of the bottle was gone, and not because of Draco. The boy was surprised to see his close friend drink like that. They didn't talk. They exchanged glances, a few accidental touches and hums as a signal for more drinks. The boy noticed that she was sitting still now. Her glass was placed on the table and her gaze was unfocused. It meant that she really wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Yes, little one?" He encouraged.
When she didn't answer, he placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up. Finally, his favorite pair of eyes in the world looked at him.
"I think I love you," she blurted out.
She expected any kind of reaction from him except the one she got. He smirked, picked up his almost burnt cigarette and placed it between her lips. She flinched, but didn't move away. She trusted him. She inhaled, but didn't let it go down her throat. It stayed at the end of her tongue and she was trying her best to fight the tears because of the taste.
"Good job, love."
Then, he got close. So close that it made her stomach ticklish from the inside. His injured hands cupped her face, his lips inched closer towards hers, until they finally touched. The girl relaxed in his arms, and the smoke she kept inside her mouth filled his too. He wished he could witness it from someone's point of view. The kiss was short and sweet. No tongues involved, just soft lips touching. It was heaven. One peck after another, the girl started to feel too comfortable and relaxed. Her body collapsed in his arms. He moved away, then looked at her with confusion. He almost started laughing out loud when he saw her; she fell asleep. Her body wasn't used to alcohol, and it was way past midnight. She just couldn't take it.
"I guess I will be the one to put you in bed tonight."
i can take you there but baby you won't make it back
Y/N and Sirius are about to graduate college. she's never been to a proper college party before, but Sirius is determined to bring her out of her shell. They've known each other for years and they've always been just friends. But why does it feel different now? aka best friends (idiots) to lovers. modern!au
a/n okay so as a lil backstory - I had planned this as a whole 5 part series back in March. Like the first half of this has been written for months. I just got so busy with other things that i never got around to finishing it. However, I really did like the idea, so I just condensed it all and decided to make it one long one-shot! so if some details don't make sense it's because it was meant to be answered later in other parts so just ignore that, also it's written in 3rd person pov, I didn't feel like going back and editing it out, lol.
warnings/contains: NSFW smut: oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, just soft morning/first time (together) sex; insecurities; partying and everything that comes with it; drinking; mentions of puke; mentions of drugs; mentions of tattoos and tattoo needles, lots of sappy siri in love.
word count: 6.6k
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“Come on.”
“No, Sirius.”
“Why not? You never get out of your apartment. You’re in college for fuck’s sake, have some fun.” He fumbles with the keys to his apartment, cursing as he shifts the bags of groceries further into his arm as he unlocks his door.
“Because,” Y/N starts, following him inside. She toes off her shoes before setting the bags of Sirius’ groceries on the counter. “I don’t need to get drunk off my ass to have fun. That doesn’t even sound like fun to me.”
“Well then don’t get drunk,” he says with a shrug as he unloads the contents of the bags. He shuffles around the kitchen, putting his groceries in their designated spots. “It’s more fun to watch people who are drunk off their asses, anyway.”
She sighs, opening his pantry to put a jar of peanut butter away. It’s not that she doesn’t want to go to this party, it’s just that she’s never been to one before. Y/N’s heard horror stories of things happening at them; people getting hurt, cops getting called, and even though she’s of legal drinking age, she still has a fear of getting in trouble. “Still, I just don’t think I want to be around all that.”
Sirius drops his head back onto his shoulders and groans. “Oh my god, Y/N, just come already. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
They look at each other for a few seconds as she contemplates her answer. Y/N can’t lie and say she isn’t curious, and she knows her best friend will keep his word and stay by her side the whole night. And besides, she does want to have at least one college party experience before she graduates.
“Fine,” she tells him. She puts the empty grocery bags away and grabs her car keys. She slips her shoes back on as she gets ready to leave. “When is it?”
“Tonight.”
“Sirius!” Y/N’s eyes widen as she gapes at him. She would have liked a bigger heads up - she’s not a people person and she needs time to prepare herself for her first party. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at nine,” is all he says. His back is facing her so he doesn’t see when she flicks her middle finger up at him as she opens the door.
“‘Kay. See you.”
She huffs as she walks out of the building, squinting at the sunlight that streams in her eyes. She and Sirius have been friends since freshman year; he walked in late to their English class and took up the seat next to her. He asked for a pen, and ever since then the two of them have been best friends.
They’re seniors now, and as the date of their graduation grows near, she can’t help but wonder if this friendship will last outside of college. The two of them get along so well it’s hard to imagine that they would ever be apart. Their other friends always joke that they’re soulmates - even though neither of them believes in such - and that it was a shame they weren’t attracted to each other.
And it was true, she loved Sirius deeply, but definitely not in that way. Besides, it’s not like Sirius would go for her anyway; he’s so popular - has the most perfect long black hair that looks amazing tied in a bun, skin littered with tattoos, and a charismatic charm that gets him tons of friends.
Y/N on the other hand, she’s the opposite. She’s not loud and outgoing like her best friend; she’s quiet and timid, preferring to stay by herself rather than go out. She doesn’t like big crowds, they make her uneasy.
That’s one reason she looks up to Sirius so much, as much as she hates to admit it, she’s happy that he tries to bring her out of her shell. He’s spent years trying to get her to go with him to parties, but she worries too much and drunk people make her nervous.
Therein lies another difference, Sirius is a risk taker; Y/N preferring to stay on the sidelines and live vicariously through other people. She’s fine with staying home all the time and doesn’t see a point in the party lifestyle that Sirius seems to enjoy, but lately she’s been feeling as if she’s running out of time and she’s scared that one day she’ll regret not taking these opportunities as they come.
She wishes she was as bold as him.
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She hears three knocks on her door at nine-thirty.
Yet again another difference between the two friends; Sirius is always late - fashionably, as he calls it - whereas Y/N is always at least fifteen minutes early to any event. Being late makes her anxious; she doesn’t want to feel like people are waiting on her.
She gets up from her couch where she’s been waiting ever since she finished getting ready over forty-five minutes ago (she’s not lying when she says she likes to be early!). She walks over to the door, stumbling slightly due to the wedges on her feet.
She doesn’t really dress up, like, ever, but she figures her first college party constitutes a cute outfit and she thinks she looks decent for someone who’s only worn t-shirts and leggings for the past couple of months.
She grabs the knob, twists, and pulls open the door, revealing the smiling face of Sirius Black. His eyebrows shoot up as he looks her up and down, and a whistle escapes his lips as his eyes meet hers again. “Well I’ll be damned, you’re really going all out, huh?”
She blushes slightly as she takes her time to look at him. He’s wearing an old AC/DC t-shirt that she’s sure he just woke up from taking a nap in as it’s all wrinkly, a black leather jacket on top, and ripped skinny jeans on his legs. His hair is pulled into a messy low bun, front pieces framing his face. He really is quite pretty, she thinks, and she meets his eyes as she replies, “I wanted to make a good first impression.”
“Oh yeah? With whom?” He leans against her door frame, arms crossed as he cocks his head to the side.
“I don’t know, just want people to like me,” she mumbles and Sirius frowns. He knows Y/N has a hard time making friends - she’s too quiet for her own good sometimes - and Sirius thinks maybe that’s why they get along so well. They’re complete opposites; Y/N hardly ever cursing whereas Sirius lets them slip past his lips almost every other word; He’s covered in tattoos whereas Y/N would probably pass out if a needle came anywhere near her skin (trust him, she’s gone with him to the tattoo parlor many times and every time, Y/N looks like she’s going to barf) but she loves the way they look on Sirius, always admiring them and telling him how pretty they are. Her favorite is one of a black dog on the back of his left shoulder.
Sirius sighs, reaching to hug his friend as he assures her, “Don’t worry about what people think of you, Y/N. If they don’t love you immediately then they’re not worth it.” He strokes her hair, careful not to mess up her hard work. He’s always attentive when it comes to her; Sirius values his friends more than anything, and his heart calls out to the anxious girl.
Y/N takes a deep breath, and she can smell his cologne, a spicy, citrusy scent and the faint smell of cigarettes. Another difference; Sirius smokes, and it makes Y/N gag. He never smokes around her unless he’s stressed or angry, and Y/N’s thankful.
He really is a great friend.
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They arrive at the party; it’s at some random econ major’s house, but it’s huge, and when Y/N walks in, her jaw drops.
Immediately upon walking in the front door they enter a big room with high ceilings and a chandelier in the center. The room is crowded - bodies moving along to a sensual song playing from speakers set up in the corners of the room. Everyone has a plastic cup in their hand, taking sips every so often as they bounce to the rhythm of the music. Y/N can see people playing beer-pong in the other room, players yelling loudly when they make a shot. She doesn’t realize she’s cringing until she feels Sirius’ hand on her lower back, looking at her with concern etched into his features.
“Okay so far?” He pushes her with his hand on her back into the other room, and Y/N guesses it’s the living room as there are a couple of couches and a TV set up where a bunch of guys are watching a football game.
Y/N nods her head slowly, taking in the scenes around her. Other than the people dancing in the main room, she sees a couple sitting at the bottom of the stairs engaged in a very messy lip lock. She looks to her left and sees a small poker table filled with people laughing and taking sips from beer bottles. As they enter the kitchen she sees people sitting atop the counter, laughing and drinking what she assumes to be punch from a bowl that’s on top of the counter.
“You want a drink?” Sirius asks her as he grabs a cup. He knows she probably doesn’t, knows she’s probably rethinking her decision to even come here in the first place, but he asks anyway.
“Um - I don’t know. What is that?” she asks, pointing to the punch.
“No idea, probably vodka and some fruit juice. S’usaually what Adam makes, anyway.”
Y/N wrinkles her nose; she’s never really been a huge fan of liquor like that, the only thing she really drinks are the fruity six-pack ones that are mainly just sugar that Sirius buys for her.
But she really wants to try to fit in, so she nods her head. “Okay.”
Sirius nods before he fills her cup. “Here, I only put a little in case you didn’t like it.”
Y/N gives him a small smile as she grabs the cup, lifts it to her lips, and takes a sip. She swallows, and it burns, most definitely not like the fruity drinks she’s used to. It makes her shiver, and Sirius laughs at the look on her face.
“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t wanna.”
“I’m fine,” she says, and she watches him as he fills his own cup. He takes a sip, but unlike Y/N he doesn’t make a face. He goes to these parties all the time, so she’s sure he’s used to Adam’s punch by now.
“Whatever you say,” he replies, looking around the room. It looks as if he’s trying to decide where to go next, and Y/N desperately hopes he doesn’t leave her alone.
She looks around the kitchen once more. It’s messy, empty cups are thrown everywhere, spills of punch and beer on the counter and floor. The whole house smells of weed and alcohol, and Y/N is kind of regretting her decision to come. It’s definitely how she’d imagined parties to be - loud and crowded - but she’s just not reacting to it how she thought she would. She thought inebriated people would be more forthcoming, welcoming her and she had always heard that drunk girls were always the nicest, but except for a few smiles and waves as they entered the house, no one has really spoken to them.
Y/N is brought out of her thoughts by Sirius’ arm draping over her shoulders as he greets a friend. She looks up at the man - he’s almost as tall as Sirius - and gives him a small smile as his eyes meet hers.
“And who is this?” the man asks, eyes barely open as she’s sure he’s heavily intoxicated.
“This is Y/N,” Sirius says, and his tone is more annoyed than Y/N expected it to be. She looks over at him with furrowed brows but Sirius stares straight at the man, jaw clenching in aggravation.
“Hi,” she says to the man, and she feels Sirius’ arm twitch around her.
“Hey,” the man’s smile widens, and Y/N notices he’s missing a couple of teeth. He’s definitely not somebody she would hang around with otherwise - although technically neither is Sirius - but she can tell straight away that this man is bad news. He’s wearing a plain black shirt with holes in it, and not the deliberate kind in the shirts that Sirius wears often, but these are big ugly holes that show way too much of his belly than Y/N wants to see. It’s covered in some sort of liquid and she can smell it from here. His pants are also wet, and she notices he’s not wearing shoes and now it makes sense why Sirius is annoyed.
He’s been protective of Y/N since the beginning, especially after she came to his door crying one night after a bad date with a guy who was mean to her. Every time Y/N tells him she’s talking to someone else, Sirius will roll his eyes and tell her “don’t make me have to kick another poor dude’s ass.”
Y/N doesn’t ask him to be this way, but she’s glad he is; she’s an only child and has always been jealous of her friend’s older brothers who would be protective over them.
“I’m Adam,” the guy - Adam - says. He gives her a nod, and Sirius sighs loudly through his nose as he tugs Y/N along with him to the other room. He doesn’t even offer a goodbye to Adam.
“This isn’t what I was expecting,” she tells him.
Sirius barks out a laugh, flashing his pretty white teeth at her as he replies. “Yeah? What were you expecting?”
Y/N shrugs against his arm that’s still over her shoulders. “Dunno. Just something else.”
“Are you okay, though?” He questions, protective Sirius making a return. “Do you want to leave?”
“No, no,” She shakes her head, grabbing the arm around her, giving it a squeeze. “‘M okay, really. Just need to adjust.” She lifts the cup to her lips once more, taking a bigger sip than last time. She still shivers, though not as much, and she can swear she already feels a light buzz coming on. She’s a lightweight, that’s for sure.
Sirius still looks skeptical - he doesn’t really believe her - but she’s grown, he thinks, and she’ll tell him when she’s ready to leave.
“Okay then.”
So they spend the night like that, glued to each other’s side as Sirius talks to his friends. Most of them Y/N’s met before, they’ve had one or more classes together at some point.
As the night goes on she continues drinking, even trying a sip of beer (although she doesn’t really like it, thinks she’ll stick to her fruity punch), and she never complains, not even once!
She’s very proud of herself.
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They’ve been here going on two and a half hours now, and Y/N is feeling great. She’s had more of this tasty punch than she can remember, although it’s kind of lost it’s taste now and she thinks that’s weird. And the people are so much nicer now! Or maybe it’s just Y/N, since she hasn’t been able to shut up for the past hour. She says hi to any and everybody she comes into contact with, and Sirius thinks it’s adorable. He even let her play a game of beer pong!
He’s never seen Y/N like this; sure, he’s seen her drunk before, but that was when it was just the two of them at each other’s apartment. But Y/N is full on drunk now, giggling at anything and everything happening in the room. Her eyes are half-lidded and she hiccups randomly, and Sirius prays she doesn’t puke. He doesn’t want her to get embarrassed at her first party, and he’s internally scolding himself for letting her get this intoxicated.
A couple of Sirius’ friends are standing with them; three guys who Sirius has gotten close with over his college years. There’s James, a pretty brunette with round glasses who’s super funny and sweet. Remus is standing next to James; he’s probably the most similar to Y/N, he’s on the quieter side but make no mistake - he’s just as mischievous as the rest of them. Lastly there’s Peter, and Y/N has always been confused by his friendship with the other boys; he never really talks, just seems to go along with everything the other boys do.
Y/N isn’t really aware of the interaction, she’s too busy watching the latest game of beer pong, jumping up and down as her new friend Christian makes a cup. She grabs a hold of the front of Sirius’ shirt as she looks up at him. “Did y’see that, Siri?”
And she has this bright smile on her face, genuine happiness showing through her features over a stranger's shot, and Sirius can’t help but smile and nod his head. His chest is warm, and he can feel his cheeks heat up as his best friend smiles at him. He’s confused; doesn’t know where these feelings are coming from.
Y/N’s hands are still fisted in his shirt, her eyes focused on the intense game ahead. He can tell she’s getting tired, leaning the majority of her weight on him and he wraps his other arm around her front to keep her steady.
Later, when Sirius thinks back to this night, it’s this moment - bringing Y/N to this party full of people that are nothing like her, holding her close as a means to protect her and keep her safe - that changed everything for him.
And that scares him more than anything.
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Sirius had left Y/N outside while he used the bathroom. He told her to wait by the door, but her new friend Chritsian had come up and started talking to her after he finished his game of beer pong and invited her to sit outside with him.
Sirius had to give him some threatening words of advice; something that went along the lines of “if you so much as lay a finger on her or try to take her away from here, I’ll break your fucking nose.”
Needless to say, Christian got the memo and promised the two of them would be sitting on the grass watching people play cornhole.
That’s where Sirius found them - well, found Y/N - once he walked out of the sliding glass doors into the backyard.
The backyard was a nice, fenced in area with shrubs along the edges and a nice sized pool in the center. There weren't many people around - it was well after midnight and many people had made their way home.
Y/N was sitting with her knees tucked into her chest, arms wrapped around them as her head was tipped back looking to the stars. The anger Sirius felt towards the bastard who left her alone dissipated as he watched her observe the night sky. He stood there for a couple minutes; he’s never taken the time to actually look at her, never watched her in a quiet moment such as this.
He realizes he probably looks like a creep, staring at this poor drunk girl, so he decides it’s time to call it a night. He makes his way to her with a small grin on his face.
“Come on, time t’go,” Sirius says as he reaches a hand out to her.
Y/N shakes her head no furiously, she feels so good; so light and floaty, and why is Sirius trying to ruin that?
“Don’t wanna,” she replies, still shaking her head. Sirius sighs as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Stop shaking your head like that, you’ll puke everywhere.”
She frowns but stops shaking her head, “‘M havin’ fun.” Her words are slurred, blending together and Sirius can barely make them out.
“You can have fun back at your apartment, Y/N. ‘S time t’go.” Sirius doesn’t reach out this time, instead grabs her wrists and pulls her up with him.
“Heyyyyy,” she pouts, jutting her bottom lip out. Her eyes are closed, Sirius reckons she can hardly keep them open. “Please don’t make me leave. ‘M having fun! Isn’t that what you wanted?” She opens her eyes then, still pouting, and the look has the air catching in Sirius’ lungs.
His heartbeat picks up and he forgets how to speak for a moment. She looks so genuinely upset that Sirius wants to get her home and of course he wanted her to have a good time tonight, but it’s past one in the morning at this point and while he could easily stay up later, he knows she will be thankful for him carrying her home at a decent (ish) time.
“Of course, bug, but ’s really late, and I need t’get you home.” He tucks her underneath his arm and makes his way to his car. He shakes his head, asking himself what the hell that feeling was back there. He just couldn’t think, she looked so cute pouting like that, and all he wanted to do was lean in and plant a sweet kiss on her bottom lip.
He’s sure it’s just the alcohol running through his system - it has to be. He’s never looked at her as anything more than a friend. Sure, he’d do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth to make her happy, but that’s just what friends do, right?
And then it hits Sirius, a feeling embedded in the fragments of his soul, that he loves her. Not like in the way he tells her often, because he does - every day almost - but he’s in love with her.
It should surprise him; he’s never thought about her as anything more than a friend - not until tonight night at least - but it doesn’t.
He thinks he’s loved her all along.
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“Here y’go m’lady,” Sirius announces as he opens the door to Y/N’s apartment.
She’s half-asleep, barely standing as Sirius guides her through the living room and to her bedroom. She’s tripping over her feet as her eyes are closed and she’s trusting Sirius with her safe journey to her bed.
Sighing loudly, Sirius sets Y/N down on her bed, bending down to remove the shoes from her feet.
“Canyoutakem’makeupoffplease,” Y/N slurs, her words are quiet and meshed together and Sirius has to decipher them for a moment before he responds.
“Sure,” he tells her, standing to his feet and making his way to the bathroom to grab her makeup remover. He returns and sits beside her on the bed as he grabs her face in one hand and a makeup cloth in the other. Y/N turns her head towards him, looking up at him with glossy eyes.
Sirius pauses for a moment, his eyes catching hers, and the knot in his chest returns. He looks at her, really looks at her - her mascara started to run earlier in the night and it creates smudges underneath her eyes, black flecks strewn across her skin.
But Sirius thinks she looks beautiful like this - perfectly ruffled and not pristine whatsoever. He’s confused because of course he knew she was beautiful, but when did she get this beautiful?
“Close your eyes,” He whispers, raising the cloth to wipe at the remaining makeup on her skin.
Y/N complies, humming lightly as Sirius works to cleanse her skin. Her mind is buzzing - she’s so sleepy - but she also feels like she could stay up all night. Is this how parties always make people feel?
“Did you have a good time?” Sirius asks her, gently swabbing underneath her eyes.
“Mhm!” Y/N answers, opening her eyes. “It was super fun! I liked the punch, and I made tons of new friends, did you see?” She smiles, face lighting up as she recalls her night.
And Sirius can’t help but return the smile, chest warming at her happy visage. He’s happy he brought her tonight, proud he’s slowly bringing her out of her shell. She’s always been so important to him; someone who wormed their way into his extremely private heart and made a home in his chest. He sighs as he gets up from the bed, mind running, taunting him about the various revelations he’s had tonight. He knew he loved her, but when did he fall in love with her?
“Where y’goin?” Y/N yawns, hand slapping against her face as she brings it up to block her mouth. She giggles, scrunches her face up at herself and Sirius feels as if his chest is going to explode.
“Gonna go home now, bug,” he tells her, walking to her bathroom to put her things away. He hears her whine as he washes his hands; he looks into the mirror at himself - dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, hair a mess from where Y/N grabbed ahold of it as he carried her to his car. He sighs again, watching as his chest puffs out and back down again. He’s broken out of his trance from the water turning hot; the scorching temperature making his heart jump as he yanks his hands back. He dries them off before walking back into Y/N’s bedroom, eyes finding her’s as she looks at him from under the covers, her body a cocoon; the only thing visible of her is from her nose up.
He can’t help the way his lips tug upwards, eyes narrowing in a genuine smile the longer he looks at her. He walks over to her, brings a hand to brush against her forehead before his lips take their place, placing a delicate peck to the center of her skin a bit longer than he probably would do on any other day. He straightens his back out as he stands, opens his mouth to speak before her arm shoots out of the covers to grab at his hands.
“Stay,” she says, lowering the covers so it shows her pout, knowing Sirius has a hard time saying no to that. “Please.”
Sirius has a moment of internal panic - he’s just realized he’s in love with his best friend, and now she wants him to stay the night with her. He knows that if he sleeps here tonight the feelings will only fester more intensely, will bubble and build up until they’re pouring out of his lips and he won’t be able to take them back. Sirius Black is not a shy person - most people would say he’s the opposite - but what the hell is she doing to him?
Maybe it’s because he holds Y/N’s opinions in higher regard than others. There’s not many people that he’s this close to, so he doesn’t give a shit what they think. But Y/N; her opinion matters so much to him - everything she does matters to him, he’s realizing - and he can’t risk losing her, no fucking way.
“I’ll be on the couch,” he decides, grabbing the blankets to bring back up her arms, tucking her snugly back into the bed. And because he can’t resist, he leans down and presses another kiss to her forehead, let’s his lips linger on her skin as he whispers, breath fanning across her skin, and she shivers despite the covers. “Good night.”
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As soon as he wakes, he makes breakfast. His hangover is not as strong as he’s sure Y/N’s is, but he makes food enough for two anyway. He pours a glass of water before tiptoeing into her bedroom, kicking against the door softly with one foot as a warning before he’s coming in, peering onto the bed to see Y/N’s sleeping frame.
She’s facing him, still wrapped up in her blankets, face devoid of any creases and wrinkles as it is during the day with her usual expressions.
Sirius looks at her for a moment, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth before he makes his way to her bed. He sets the food and water on the bedside table before he leans back over to place another kiss to her unmarred forehead. He could barely sleep; mind reliving every moment the two of them have had before, trying to pinpoint the moment where friendship turned to something more - at least for him.
But he couldn’t place it. It’s just as if he’s felt them from the moment they met. Or as if they slowly built up that he couldn’t decide a single tipping point for them. He slowly got acclimated to the way that she drinks her coffee, or the face she makes when she finds something annoying, or the way she smiles when she finds something she likes on sale. He fell in love with them all, one at a time.
He watches as her eyes peel open, one after the other, and squint through the morning light that streams through the curtains. She groans, breaks her arms out of her cocoon as she stretches, groan breaking into a yawn as she wakes her limbs up.
Once she settles she grimaces, eyes squeezing shut as a moan of pain escapes her lips. Y/N looks back up to Sirius, “Ow.”
He realizes he must look stupid, just standing at the side of her bed staring, so he clears his throat and picks up the glass of water, “Here, drink.”
Y/N lifts herself into a seated position, rests her back against her headboard as she takes the glass from Sirius’ hand. Her shaky hand brings the drink to her lips and she chugs, drops slipping down her chin and onto the blankets in her lap.
“How y’feelin’?” Sirius questions, taking a seat next to her. He studies her as she gulps the rest of her drink down, giving Sirius back the glass. He holds it in his hand, fingertips pressed against the cool material as she answers.
“Little queasy,” she crinkles her nose, bringing the covers back up as she returns to her lying position. She looks at Sirius, “Wanna lay w’me? We can watch a movie.”
Sirius nods his head, habit sneaking it’s way into his system. They’ve done this countless times before, laying in the same bed, only a few feet apart, but now it feels too crowded.
He lies with her anyway, snatching half of the cover for himself. They’re both still in their clothes from last night and Sirius cringes, they probably smell like a dumpster.
Y/N doesn’t seem to notice though, scooting closer until their elbows touch, turning her head to him, “What do you want to watch?”
And her face is so close to his that he can’t help but to reach out to her, cupping her cheek in his big hand as he studies her face. She’s so close and he’s never been so in love before.
She furrows her brows, confusion etching her features. She whispers, “Siri?”
And it’s that stupid nickname that makes him do it, the one that he would never in a million years let anyone call him but this beautiful girl in front of him that pushes his head forward until their lips are centimeters apart, breath fanning across each other’s faces. He pauses then, takes a deep breath and when he realizes that she isn’t pulling back he eliminates the last bit of distance between them.
He kisses her hard because he’s tired of waiting, kisses her harder because he wanted to do this last night. And when her tongue licks at the seam of his lips he kisses her even harder because he realizes she’s wanted this too. Their tongues meet in the middle, tasting each other for the first time and then all bets are off; their hands grab at each other’s body, holding tightly onto each other because they’re finally getting what they wanted. And they’re not letting go any time soon.
They kiss as they remove their clothes, one article at a time, barely pausing to gaze at the other’s body before they’re kissing again, deep and passionate like they’re ashamed of all the time that they’ve wasted.
His kisses feel like home. His lips, the way they travel from her mouth to her cheek, from her jaw to her shoulder, planting little seeds of him within her bones; pieces that will root him into her like she did to him when she didn’t even realize it. He kisses her skin hard, leaving bruises with his delicate lips, burning her skin as they pass along her collar bone.
His lips travel to her breasts and he holds them with his hands, presses his face in between them and breathes her in. Maybe he’s trying to memorize her scent like he’s memorized everything else about her. Maybe what everyone said about them was right. Maybe they are soulmates.
His lips encase one of her sensitive buds, tongue flicking against it before his teeth catch onto it. He faintly hears her cry out, barely recognizes the feeling of his hair being pulled as a groan slips through his lips. He sucks her nipple, gently at first, and then when he hears the heavenly gasp she lets out he sucks harder, thumb pressing onto the other one as she mewls. Her back arches, pushing her breasts onto Sirius’ face and he growls, uses his arms to trap her back onto the bed.
He lavishes her breasts until he’s had his fill, sucks and bites both of them until they’re covered in the evidence of his presence. He continues his path downwards, nipping along the skin again, admiring every piece of flesh he runs across because it’s hers and it deserves the praise.
He’s angry that it took him so long to realize; that he’s had to wait this long to kiss all the soft, rounded spots of Y/N’s body, but as long as he gets to hear the whimpers she lets out as he presses his hand against her cunt for the rest of his life he thinks he’ll be okay. He cups her pussy, presses his heel down onto her clit as he sucks the inside of her thigh, and flicks his fingers through her slit. He feels how wet she’s become - how wet he’s made her - and she cries out as Sirius teeth pierce her flesh.
“Sirius,” oh, her voice sounds so breathless and it makes Sirius groan, makes him remove his hand so he can replace it with his mouth, tonguing the area where his fingers just were, collecting her slick on his taste buds. He licks into her core, tongues around her gummy walls and hears her keen, hands making a home in his hair. She tugs at the roots and Sirius groans.
He buries his face in her pussy, licks into her so hard she’s squirming under him. His hands plant her bottom half firmly into the mattress so that she’s only able to arch her back, cry to the ceiling as his tongue works against her. Next time he can go slow but he just wants her now, he’s so tired of thinking about how he could’ve done this sooner and instead worried about how much the two of them can do it later. Because now that he has Y/N, he’s not letting her go.
He brings his tongue to her clit as his fingers slip into her core, curling upwards as his tongue curls around her nerves, popping the bud between his lips as his fingers begin to pump. She’s not pushing his head away anymore, no, now she’s pulling him in; holding his head firmly in place as her hips stutter upwards to meet his fingers.
He pumps his fingers fast, one at first and then adding two, scissoring them within her to hear the way she chokes on a gasp, the way she tries to cover her mouth because she’ll wail if she doesn’t. The only words leaving her lips are his name and little oh’s when he curls his fingers and hits that extra sensitive spot on the roof of her core.
She cums once this way, her body seizing up and thighs closing around Sirius’ head as her cunt flutters around Sirius’ fingers, clit pulsing against his tongue as he licks against it. He travels back up her body the same way he descended it, kissing against her soft skin until he reaches her mouth, licking against her teeth before he meets her tongue, feeling the vibrations from the groan she lets out at her own taste.
He takes his cock into his hand, pumps himself a couple of times before he slips it inside of her, the pair gasping into each other’s mouths, her from the stretch of Sirius’ thick length, and Sirius from Y/N’s hot core squeezing him tight as he settles within her. His whole body grows warm as she acclimates to his size, the two of them still engaged in a heavy liplock, his hair between her fingers.
When he does move it’s electric; his whole body feels as if it’s on fire, pleasure sweeping up his spine at the way he drags his cock out of her, slow and soft; nice and even.
They move together, her hips chasing his as he pulls out, both of them joining together again almost immediately after. They’re whimpering and moaning too much to kiss now, settling for resting their foreheads against one another as they watch where they’re joined. Sirius is covered in chills from head to toe, body moving on it’s own accord as her cunt gushes around him, the way she holds onto him tightly and cries out his name every time his cock hits that spot within her has him on edge, so close to falling apart at her fingertips. Does she know that she has him in the palms of her hands? Surely she does, if the way she scratches her nails against his back as she climbs the ladder to ecstasy is any indicator.
She makes it there a couple of thrusts later, clamping down on his sensitive cock, crying out his name over and over like it’s the only thing she knows. She’s holding onto him like she never wants to let go, and Sirius doesn’t think he’d care if she never did.
And then he’s right there with her, balls tightening as waves roll up his spine, knocking the breath out of him as he takes himself out of her, grabbing onto his cock and tugging until he’s emptied all of his seed onto her belly.
He kisses her again, harder this time now that he can breathe, and holds onto her as they calm down from their highs. They lie like that for a while, unbothered that they’re both sticky with cum because there’s plenty of time to clean up later. They’ll probably be even dirtier soon.
Sirius doesn’t stop kissing her. He never wants to remove his lips from Y/N’s pillowy one’s, never wants to forget the way her sighs feel as they bounce off of his mouth.
He’s not sure where they’ll end up after graduation - whether it will be together or apart - but they’re together now, so he’ll make the most of every moment.
can i request a draco x reader (fem) angst fic? where the reader and draco are dating and he thinks she is the love of his life, but his friends from draco encourage him to have sex with another girl without compromise and does, then finds out that he cheated on her and feels betrayed by him, draco sees that the reader moves on (maybe with another guy) and just tries to get her back, the end is your decision :) only if you feel comfortable writing this, thank you<3
Peer Pressure 》 D. Malfoy
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Draco Malfoy x Reader
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: cheating, alcohol
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2258
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Draco loves his girlfriend, but his friends were there first. They have more power over him. Draco only has one problem: he puts his toxic friends in front of his girlfriend. After all, his image is much more important than someone's feelings. Once his feelings are the ones being ignored, his friends aren't there to save him.
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It felt oddly satisfying to watch the new Slytherin student dance. Her body moved with such ease, her moves were flirty and confident. A big contrast to Draco's shy girlfriend who refused to join the party that night. He felt lonely without her. He missed a pair of hands around his arm, holding onto him as she looked at his friends with big eyes and listened to them. She was never a part of the conversation. She was still afraid to say her opinion, even when it came to simple things, such as the lunch or the exam. She mostly agreed with Draco. But that's how he loved her. She was relaxed around him, and he was smiley and happy around her. They filled each other's empty spots perfectly.
The music went from energetic to romantic, making the boy roll his eyes. If she was here, he would grab her and go dance with her.
"Malfoy, Mary is available. Jump in."
It took the boy a few moments to realise what Gregory Goyle was talking about. Then, he noticed the girl with the red lipstick and red hair on the other side of the table. She poured herself a drink, then, without breaking eyecontact with Draco, drank it all under a second. His friends stopped breathing, as if someone drinking alcohol was a sight they had never witnessed before. Mary set the glass down, licked her lips, then winked at the boys. A few sighs were heard, each more embarrassing than the previous one.
"You guys have no self control," Draco scoffed.
The girl then started dancing again, her moves now more sensual and slow. She got closer to Draco, taking a sip of her firewhiskey every now and then. The boy put his own glass down, then looked around while panicking. His eyes searched for his girl, even though he knew she wasn't there. He needed her by his side.
"Malfoy, isn't it?" Mary spoke, then rested a hand on his shoulder.
His body froze. He looked over at his friends, back at her, then back at his friends. He just wanted to leave. "No, it's not."
Everyone stood with a surprised look on their faces. They watched Draco move her hand off his shoulder, then push her aside so he could leave. Two boys followed him, yelling at him and telling him that he's crazy for what he did. They disliked the girlfriend very much. She was always quiet, never appeared to any parties, only spent time with Draco and her two friends. There was nothing normal about her. Not even her clothes. She loved colours so much, her friends gave her their House scarves as a little present. Seeing a Slytherin walk around with a yellow scarf was embarrassing.
"Where are you even going?" Goyle asked.
"To my girl," Draco spat.
"You seriously need to relax. Nobody will tell her."
"Honestly? Nobody likes her. Half of these people have a bet that you'll break up with her by the end of this school year. Or until Mary decides to take you." Zabini said, alcohol in his body allowing him to be honest to his friend.
"I'm not an object. There's nothing to take."
"At least come back and drink with us. It's not even midnight yet." Goyle offered, handing his friend a new drink.
He was right. It wasn't midnight yet. Parties like these were very rare, but he promised himself to leave after thirty minutes. He will go to his girl, sit next to her and watch her study. He could do that for hours. The sight of her loose hair strands in front of her face and glasses on her cute nose was much more appealing than people getting so drunk that they kiss anyone they touch, whether they're single or taken.
Draco sighed, then went back to the table where his friends were talking and drinking. He kept his distance from the red trouble, trying his best to not even look her way. He was doing quite well.
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Something was different the next morning. Something was extremely odd. No, something was wrong. Draco woke up to the smell of alcohol he didn't like. Why would his room smell like that? He didn't even go near that liquid that makes his insides twitch. He once made a mistake with it and never again; he lost Slytherin fifty points the very next day, lost a friend and got a beating from a girl.
The boy opened his eyes, then thanked his roommates for leaving the curtains closed. Then, he felt something tickling his cheek. He slowly turned his head, expecting his pet to be asleep near his head. Instead, he found red locks. It took him a few moments and a few blinks to realise that he wasn't dreaming. A girl was in his bed, her head resting on his shoulder and a leg over his torso. Mary Campbell laid on him, peacefully sleeping. Nothing about Draco was peaceful. Especially not his mind. His heart pounded like crazy, regret and anger were slowly swallowing him. The girl found herself on the floor with a loud thud, making his roommates wake up and groan. After finally realising what happened, their eyes widened.
How can someone treat Mary like that? Draco should be proud of himself for sleeping with her, they thought.
But Draco wasn't proud. Draco was disgusted with himself. He was sure that he would never cheat, not even drunk. Alcohol was an issue for him just once and never again. How could this happen?
"Get out," he spat at the girl.
She tried to protest, but seeing Draco's wand pointed towards her made her stand up and keep her mouth shut. She exited the room, leaving the door open. Draco's heart skipped a beat. Right there stood his favorite person in the world, her hand still up in the air, ready to knock. Her face dropped and the sight dug a hole into Draco's heart.
"Draco?" She asked as her eyes skimmed over the room, trying to keep that tiny hope in her heart alive.
"My love-"
"Tell me you didn't." She begged.
Draco ran over towards her, wearing nothing but his underwear and unbuttoned shirt from last night. His hands reached to hold hers, but she backed away. Teares formed in the corners of her eyes and her throat tightened. Red marks were covering his neck and the collar of his shirt. It looked like he had a better time with the new Slytherin last night than he ever did with his own girlfriend.
"I swear I don't know how-"
"You don't know how?! Do you expect me to help you find out?"
Sadness and anger mixed inside of her, one overpowering the other every few minutes. It made her head dizzy.
"No, no! I'm just confused!"
Draco wanted to throw himself in front of a centaur just so he would stop talking. The worst sentences a person could possibly form were coming out of his mouth. Her face told him everything. She despised him. After two years of love, energy and effort, he let her down. He broke his promise. He gave it to her one rainy morning when he found her crying behind a book in the hallway. She was upset because a Gryffindor who was in love with Draco convinced her that she wasn't enough for him. He sat behind her on the wall with his back resting on the window, then pulled her close so that she rested her back on his chest. He hugged her the enitre morning, whispering into her ear and convincing her that he would never do anything to hurt her.
Moments passed, not a word was spoken. Draco expected everything, from a slap to screaming, but he didn't expect one thing; her leaving peacefully without a single word. Somehow it hurt more than receiving a hit. A cheek can heal, but a heart needs a very long time. Sometimes even that isn't enough.
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This weekend was the last time they could go to Hogsmeade. Draco wished the school year lasted longer. He wanted to look at her just a bit more. At first it was hard to catch her anywhere, but after a while, she started appearing in the rooms where he was as if they were good friends. She didn't allow the friend group to fall out just because of a problem that the two of them had. It just showed his friends how kind she is and how wrong they are for not liking her and making Draco sleep with another girl. Draco knew he couldn't blame his friends for what happened, but they were a part of it. It didn't even matter anymore. As if that will bring her back to him.
The boy fixed his tie, then put his backpack on his shoulder and exited his room. The sound of steps was heard from the other hallway, then silence. If they hadn't stopped, Draco wouldn't even bother to see who it is. He glanced over at the person, the stood still as if the Dark Lord himself stood there. The girl he cried about just last night had stopped, in hopes that he would go out before he noticed her. He tried calling her name, but nothing came out. Instead of trying again, he focused on her face. This was the first time he saw her close since that morning. Her hair grew longer than it ever was before. It never looked so soft and shiny. Her once plain lips now had a thin layer of gloss, and her eyelashes seemed thicker and longer. Even her cheeks stayed pink. Could it be that she started using makeup?
"Malfoy," she spoke.
The girl started panicking. She was already late and it seemed that the grey eyed boy didn't have any intentions of moving any time soon. Instead, he watched her. It made her uncomfortable. His eyes stopped on her lips. At that point, she wanted to cry. She was always uncomfortable with people staring, but when it came to Draco, it made her feel helpless. What if he started walking towards her? What if he doesn't let her go? She can't fight him. She won't be able to escape.
Seeing the girl almost shake in front of him made him question himself. Was he really that scary and creepy? He thought twice, then stepped towards her. Almost immediately, she took a step back. She pressed her favorite book to her chest, as if using it as a shield from him.
"I won't hurt you-"
"You're going to be late."
"So are you."
More minutes passed in silence. The two of them looked at each other, taking in each face expression and body movement. Draco was scared of losing her, and she was scared of Draco. She was finally near him and he has a chance to speak to her. But his mouth didn't cooperate. It opened one more time, but a different voice was heard. It called out her name.
"Harry!" She yelled. She sounded so relieved that it made Draco's heart ache.
The boy came down the stairs. The girl he called rushed over to him in a second, then gave him a firm hug. The green eyed boy looked over her shoulder, speaking with a voice full of hatred, "your minions are waiting for you, Malfoy."
Draco was embarrased. He couldn't mutter a single word in front of his enemy. His girl was now in the embrace of another boy. A boy who seemed to treat her much better than he ever did. She even gained some weight because he convinced her that studying so much isn't very important. He showed her how to enjoy life, unlike Draco who only asked her something once then gave up.
"Let's go, love."
They left the boy alone in the dungeons. Draco didn't want to go anymore. He just wished to lay in his bed, with a pillow on his head and his face pressed into the mattress. He lost a true gem. How could he let his friends control him? How could he let alcohol ruin his life one more time?
But Draco never moved away from his friends. He wasn't sure if it was because they were the only ones who accepted him and the others couldn't even look at him, or because he actually enjoyed their company. He continued to watch her from a safe distance. He didn't want to witness the sight of her shaking and her eyes full of fear again. He made her feel unsafe. What kind of a man do you have to be to make a woman react like that? Everyone noticed the change of roles. He was the one who avoided her now. He didn't want to be inside a room she was in. He let her move on, even stopped bickering with Harry for her. He still loved her, but he wanted her to move on. If she could move on, so could he. Or so he tried to convince himself.
Hopefully there is another girl who had enough patience for him. A girl who is waiting for someone to show her love just like Harry shows love to his girl.
warnings/contains: NSFW smut: oral fem receiving, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, innocence/corruption; remus and y/n are done being dummies and finally admit their stupid feelings; kissing, cursing, sweet sweet fluff ahhhhhh.
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“We need to talk.”
Remus looks at you and he can tell you just got out of the shower; your body is covered in a robe and he can smell the lavender from your shampoo. It invades his senses - he’ll never be able to look at the stupid plant again without thinking about you. He takes a deep breath, opens his mouth to tell you the words he should’ve said before your first kiss.
“I can’t do this anymore,” He starts. Your breath catches in your throat and your arms wrap around your body, hugging yourself as if it’ll help the dread filling your chest.
“Okay,” You say, voice quiet because you know it’ll crack otherwise. You want to know what happened - why seemingly overnight he decided that he was done with you - so you open your mouth to speak once more. “Can I ask why?”
“Because I -” He pauses, thinking of a way to say it without actually saying it. “I want more. More than I think you’re willing to give me.” He exhales, a loud puff of air through his lips.
“What?”
“I know that this,” He waves his hands around, looking pointedly at your bed, “is probably all that you want from me, but I can’t do that anymore.”
“Why,” You gulp, arms tightening around yourself, “Why do you think that I only want that from you?”
“Why? Because that’s all we ever do.” He’s getting frustrated. Why can’t he just spit the words out? He wants to just yell, Because I’m in love with you! But he doesn’t.
“Because you never said it was anything different!” You shout. Your eyes avert to your feet - scarlet red socks picking at the hardwood floor as you try to calm your breathing. Don’t cry, don't cry, don't cry.
“Yeah, well. I’m telling you now.” He winces, he didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh.
Neither of you speak for a long time and Remus makes way to leave, almost telling you to forget everything he said. He has a sick satisfaction in his chest from finally being able to let this go, but it’s overpowered by the overwhelming tightness of grief from losing you.
He makes it to the door and his hand touches the knob when he hears you speak.
“That’s not all I want from you,” You say, eyes still on the floor.
“What?” He turns back towards you; he can’t see your face because your body is still turned the other way.
“I want what you want.” You face him now, arms pressed tightly to your chest because your heart feels like it’ll beat out of it.
“Which is?” His voice is low; he’s barely breathing because he doesn’t want to miss what you say next.
“You. Us.” You gesture between the two of you. “All of it. Not just in here.” You look towards your bed.
Remus is scared that he may pass out. His ears are ringing and his face is hot. Not the usual hot type of embarrassment he feels when you two are intimate together because it’s not the same at all. It’s the type of hot where he realizes that you actually see him in the same light he sees you.
And then he’s scared because there are things about him you don’t know - things he should probably disclose before the two of you get in too deep - technicalities that he hadn’t worked out because he was only focused on admitting his feelings and hoping you felt the same.
“Yeah, that’s what I want too.” He’s still by the door and you’re still across the room, too far away from him, he thinks.
So he walks back, grabs your pretty, soft face in his big, strong hands and kisses you. It feels like the other kisses - all of the ones you’ve shared before and he’s thankful there’s not a change in the feeling of your lips together because it just means it’s always been like this. That nothing has to change and he doesn’t have to lose you.
He holds your face close, kisses you until you have to push on his chest to breathe properly.
He laughs, “Sorry.” He looks at you - you’re giggling and he can’t believe that someone can be this beautiful.
You shake your head as you catch your breath. “Don’t be.”
And now he’s kissing you again because you said it back; because you feel the same way and because he’s never been happier before. He holds your waist and you thread your fingers through his hair, and neither of you can stop smiling and giggling like it’s your first kiss.
But then you wrap your arms around his neck and the kiss is different. It’s fast and sloppy from your tongues and you’re both moaning into each other's mouths. Remus doesn’t think about anything except the plushness of your bottom lip as he bites into it; the way you keen as he does so. He releases your lip and hears the pop it makes as it bounces back into place.
You open your eyes at the same time as him and he sighs. The air is different and he’s so in love with you it’s not even funny. He knows what he wants.
“I want you,” He says.
“You have me,” You whisper against his lips, leaving pecks along the corners of his mouth.
“That’s not what I mean,” He gently shakes his head. Please don’t make me say it. You raise a brow and he huffs.
He looks anywhere but your eyes, a small, sheepish smile playing along his lips. “I want you,” He says, thinking for a moment, “In every way possible.”
You can’t help but grin at him. He's so beautiful, you think. “I'm all yours,” You whisper. “Any way you want me.” And you meet his lips once more.
You both wander blindly to your bed, and when Remus feels the foot of it hit the back of his legs he sits. You climb onto his lap and waste no time kissing him again. It’s almost like his kisses are your lifeline; like you need them to breathe.
This time is different from the first time you sat in his lap in the classroom - you’re both different. He’s more confident in the way he grabs your hips and rolls them into his own. He’s more confident that this time he’s the one to pull your head back and kiss your neck from the top of your shoulders to your jaw.
You mewl as he sucks against your pulse, hands clawing at his shoulders as he pulls you down against his cock. This Remus is so different from the one you first kissed, he’s learned so much and it’s almost like this is your first time as well.
He manhandles you - pushes and pulls you anyway he wants and you let him. He unties your robe, slips his hands underneath your shirt. He pulls it over your head and kisses your exposed chest; leaves bites on your soft skin. His tongue is hot against you as it licks the valley between your breasts but somehow it leaves chills along your flesh.
His lips enclose around one nipple while two fingers pinch the other. You gasp, hands grabbing onto his head as he sucks the bud between his lips. Your hips are still working against his and your body feels as if it’s on fire.
Remus kisses back up to your lips. He’s still holding your breasts in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples, tugging the peaks as he devours your whines. He pulls away to look at you - your eyes are closed and your mouth is slightly open, your chest is heaving. “Can you lie down for me?”
When you nod he maneuvers your body to lie down, head on your pillow and Remus thinks back to the first time he was in your bed looking at you as you lied there, wondering if he was going to fuck you. He remembers how scared and nervous he was, but now that he’s actually going to fuck you, he’s not as nervous. He’s assuming it’s because he’s already been near you like this countless times before, or that he knows you feel the same way about him so he’s not anxious like he thought he’d be.
Either way he doesn’t think about it too long before he’s kissing down your body and spreading your legs to kneel between them. He kisses your stomach and leaves marks along the waistline of your shorts. You're keening as he teases you - he can feel the heat from between your legs - and you’re threading your fingers through his hair. “Don’t tease,” You pout.
“Really?” He taunts. His hands reach up to fondle your breasts. “I specifically remember you telling me I had to tease.”
Throwing an arm over your face you groan, “Of course you’d remember that.”
He laughs, “I remember everything you taught me.”
He slides the shorts down your legs and when he looks up he notices the purple panties from the first day you were together. His lips twitch upwards and his fingers come to rub up and down your slit, pressing down on your clit.
“What are you smiling about?” You gasp, peeking down at him from the arm over your face.
“You’re wearing the same underwear from that day in the classroom. Just funny that you’re wearing them now.”
You laugh, “Guess it’s a sign that we’re meant to be, huh?”
He chuckles at your joke, “Guess so.”
He leans down and mouths at your clothed cunt and the hand over your face comes down to fist the sheets. His tongue licks at the fabric, circling your clit and rubbing the nub repeatedly until your hand is back in his hair, tugging at the roots and moaning for him to take them off.
You barely register two of his fingers slipping under the seat of your panties to move them to the side, his tongue laying flat against your hole that quivers from the cold air. You gasp when he dips it inside; when he licks against your walls. His tongue comes out to slide up to your clit where he licks it over. You choke on a moan when he sucks on it, sharp pangs of pleasure racking through you.
“Remus,” You breathe, tugging his hair lightly to catch his attention.
“Yeah?” He mumbles, still licking you.
“You’ll have to ah,” He sucks again, “you’ll have to use more fingers this time.”
“Huh?” He comes up, licking the residue of your arousal from his lips.
“You’ll need to get me ready, and two fingers is definitely not enough to prep me for your dick.” Not that three fingers is much better, like, does he even know how big he is?
“Oh, of course,” He says and he brings a hand up to play with your clit. It’s puffy and swollen and so, so sensitive. “One at a time, right?”
You nod, “Right.”
He pushes one in then - his middle finger - and you wince at the intrusion. The sting doesn’t last long, you’re moaning right after because he’s curling it, murmuring a there it is, when he feels the spongy spot on the roof of your walls. You’ve taught him to always find that spot inside of you and Remus, being the good boy that he is, obliges every time. Your hips buck against his hand every time he massages that spot, his mouth returning to your clit to flick it with his tongue.
“Just like that,” You gasp.
Soon after he’s got three fingers in you, cunt squeezing the digits so tightly and he just knows that he’s not going to last long when he puts his dick in there. But you’re creaming all over his fingers and he can’t wait much longer for the white substance to coat his cock.
“Okay,” You whimper, “That’s enough.”
He lifts his head from where he was sucking your clit to speak, “But you didn’t cum.”
“Wanna cum around your cock, Remus,” You pout. Your eyes are glassy and your voice is so tiny.
And that’s enough to convince him, he withdraws his fingers and sucks them clean before he crawls back up your body. His lips are a deep berry and his face is flushed, chin still shiny from his spit or your slick - which one, you don’t know.
He kisses up your neck; open mouth kisses so his tongue can lick along your pulse. It makes you shiver, and you reach down his body to pull his shirt over his head.
When it’s off you roll him over so you’re on top. Your lips burn his chest as they travel down his sternum, tongue licking along his sides and nose nuzzling in the tufts of hair that trails from his stomach to under his pants.
Speaking of pants, those have got to go. They’re pajama bottoms so you just tug them down along with his boxers. His cock hits his stomach - red and twitching - he’s so hard when you grab him, tip leaking with precum and his whole body shudders as you stroke him.
“W-wait,” He stutters, laying his hand atop your own. You raise your brows as you wait for him to speak.
“I -um,” He really wants to slap himself. How does he tell you that he’ll definitely cum right now if you keep touching him like that? He doesn’t want to sound stupid but he’ll definitely look stupid if he finishes before he even gets inside of you. “I don’t want to wait any more.”
You nod before making your way back up his body, placing a knee on either side of his hips. You kiss him once and reach a hand down to grab his cock again.
“I think we should start off like this,” You tell him.
“I think you’re right,” He laughs, knowing full-well that if he were to be on top he wouldn’t be able to take it slow. And that it would take two seconds for him to cum. And he really doesn’t want to embarrass himself.
When he felt the tip of his cock slide through your slit as you coated him in your arousal, he choked. First of all: he’s felt how wet you get on his fingers, but that was nothing to the way it felt on his cock. Second: he was not prepared for how hot your cunt would feel as you lowered yourself onto him. It’s warm and wet and so soft, almost like velvet. He thinks he could get used to this.
He used to imagine what it would feel like when the two of you actually had sex. He’s felt your cunt around his fingers countless times - but nothing could prepare him for the way it felt around his cock. The way it flutters endlessly around him, the way it swallows his length inch by inch and he has to hold his breath and keep his hips still as you sink down onto him.
“Oh, fuck” He whispers. He wants to look down, he really does. But if he sees the way your pussy stretches around his dick - he’ll explode. Literally. He knows. He’ll have plenty of opportunities to see it later.
You’re not doing much better. You knew it would still be a stretch even after he prepped you - but the sting is still there and you whine as he fills you. It’s a nice burn though - the way your walls accommodate his cock as you finally settle at the base, hips flush together.
“Oh my god,” He groans. Remus’ fingers are tapping against your hip - he’s trying to distract himself from the way you adjust - your cunt is just so fucking warm.
“Yeah?” You laugh. “As good as you imagined?”
Even better, he thinks.
“Yeah,” He sighs, looking up at you. You have both hands pressed against his chest, thumbs running soothingly across the skin.
“Ha, well,” You lift up, leaving just his tip inside. “Congratulations, you are no longer a virgin.”
You bring your hips back down and begin a rhythm, bouncing on his cock as best you can. You feel full - like he’s literally in your stomach - so you have to lean down a bit to find a comfortable position.
“Fuck,” He holds tighly onto your hips as you fuck yourself onto him. “You feel so fucking good.” He’s surprised he’s able to speak - albeit his voice is hoarse and his jaw is clenched; you’re so tight and your cunt does this thing where it flutters around him every time he slides back in.
Your thighs start to burn so you pause for a second, wiping the sweat off of your forehead before leaning down to kiss him. His hands knead the flesh of your ass as your tongues slide together, and you moan as his hips buck into you once. You look at him, “Do you want to be on top now? My legs are killing me,” You laugh.
His eyes widen and he nods, he’ll do anything to keep you from being in pain.
He doesn’t wait a second before you’re on your back, vision blurred by Remus as he comes to kiss you once again. It takes him a second to find your hole because he refuses to remove his lips from yours so he just slides his cock along your slit before it catches, your breath hitching as he pushes it back in. You have to remind him, slow, Remus, slow! because if not he surely would have rammed into you, knocking the breath out of you completely. He starts off at a leisurely pace, your legs around his waist and his arms caging your head. Not long after that he’s thrusting again, hard and fast and he wants to cry at the feeling of you creaming on his cock.
His cock drives in and out of you and he’s moaning loudly as your cunt squeezes him. He’s surprised he’s lasted this long - maybe it’s the werewolf genes - but then he’s mad he thought about it because he definitely doesn’t want to think about that while he’s balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck,” He grunts as your legs hike further up his back, allowing his cock to go deeper. Apparently, fuck is the only word he can remember right now.
He hears your breathy giggle before it gets cut off with a moan of your own. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
Your arms cling to his neck as he pounds into you, holding on as best you can while his forehead rests against yours. His eyes are closed but that won’t do so you tell him, “Open your eyes.”
He whimpers, slightly shaking his head. He knows what will happen if he does.
“Remus,” You say. “Open your eyes and watch as you fuck me.”
His hips stutter but he listens, cracking open one eye at a time to meet your gaze. You smile before you nudge his chest with your hands, forcing him to sit up slightly. “Watch,” You repeat, your eyes looking to where the two of you meet.
He takes a deep breath before following your lead to see where his length drives in and out of you. His thrusts turn uneven as he watches the way your cunt swallows his cock, at how when he pulls it out and only the tip is in your walls flutter, sucking him back in. He sees the way you stretch around him and it makes his head swim. “Oh, god.”
He feels the tell-tale twitch in his balls, the way they tighten the longer he looks at how wet his cock is before it makes its home in you again.
You know he’s close - his whimpers and moans growing louder and more frequent - so you ask him the same question you asked him that first day. “Where do you want to cum, Remus?”
“Shit, can I-” He’s cut off as he hits against your sweet spot, your back arching and the prettiest moan he’s ever heard leaving your lips. He knows that sound; you’re about to cum. So he makes it his mission to hit that spot again and again, until you’re clawing his back and crying out.
You hold onto him tightly as he fucks the orgasm from you - your pussy sucking him in and making it hard for him to move. You can’t speak, the only thing leaving your mouth is tiny little gasps and ah, ah, ah’s as his cock abuses the sensitive spot within you.
When you calm though; when the major waves of your orgasm subside you kiss him again. You look him in the eyes as you instruct him, “Cum inside of me, please,” You beg, voice whiny and watery. “Please, please, please.”
The way your cunt spasms and how you beg him to fill you up is enough to push him over - his hips stutter against yours but they don’t stop, his head buries in your neck and he whimpers. You feel the way his cock pulses as it spills his cum into you and the sensation makes you sigh. Your hands comb through his locks as he heaves against you, the aftershocks of his climax still bustling through his limbs.
He thinks it’s comfortable like this, his cock resting snugly inside of your sopping cunt but you’re pushing against his chest, telling him to get off of me you big oaf. You’ll have to tell him about cockwarming later.
After you’ve had your second shower of the day - this time with a tall, lanky, very cute boy - the two of you find yourselves back in your bed.
You’re resting your head against his bare chest, fingertips dancing along the scars of his abdomen. You want to ask about them but Remus has never been the most open person and you don’t want to pry.
Remus is the first one to speak.
“I really like you,” He whispers. You tilt your head up to look at him but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling.
“I really like you, too.” He looks down at you then, relief flooding his veins. Looking back now, he doesn’t have any regrets. He wouldn’t have chosen a different path for the two of you because it doesn’t matter. He likes you and you like him too.
You smile and he smiles back, and you laugh at each other over how ridiculous you both have been.
He kisses you, long and deep, and he doesn’t have to shout in his head anymore because he can say all those things to you now. Something tells him you’d say them back.
His hands dance along your bare sides, nails lightly scratching along your skin. You’ve both forgone clothes after your shower - something tells you they’d end up on the floor anyway.
thank you all so much for reading, I hope you like this part!! Don't forget, this may be the last part - but there will still be more 'Innocent Remus'!! I will be doing blurbs here and there of the reader teaching him new things!! So I hope you'll stick around for them. In the mean time, if you love Sirius as much as you love Remus, I have a new Sirius series that I am going to start working on now!!! Okay love you all immensely, bye bye <3
could you write s soft dom sirius having seggs in doggy style?
I've had half of this written 4-EVER. If anybody remembers that time I asked which marauder they thought would smoke - this is what that was for. but this doesn't have any smoking in it, they're just high!! so i've included dub-con in the warnings for that reason! Also this is my first Sirius smut!! I wanted to get a feel for writing him so this is pretty short! no plot just straight porn.
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warnings/contains: NSFW smut: unprotected sex, dub-con: they're high but they're not smoking in the fic, praise kink(bc I can't help it), soft siri (yes I like that nickname for him okay); kissing; cursing. Please let me know of anything else I may have missed!
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The music was loud but you couldn’t hear it, the drumming of your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you sat atop your boyfriend’s lap. Nothing to think about except the way Sirius’ mouth moved against yours - lips soft and wet from your tongues, slow hands moving across each other's bodies as time faded by - no worries in either of your heads since you have all night to yourselves.
Sirius’ tongue rolls over your teeth, his hands squeeze your waist, and he hums into your open mouth. You only notice because you feel the vibrations from his lips so you pull back to look at him, eyes half-lidded from your high and the way that his tongue played with yours.
He smiles before leaning in to pepper your neck with kisses, slow and soft like everything else you’ve done tonight. You feel his tongue trace over the sensitive parts of your neck and you loll it to the side for him to have more access.
“So pretty,” He mumbles as his lips pass over your jaw. His lips are slick with your spit and the air that passes through the room from the open window makes you shiver. His mouth covers your neck in sloppy kisses from your jaw to your shoulders - his tongue slipping out to lick over the marks he leaves in their wake. You couldn’t say for how long you sat there on his thighs, arms circled around his shoulders as his face was buried in your neck.
You also couldn’t say when you started rolling your hips into his; when his deep sighs became loud groans and your silent whimpers became vocal whines. He brought a hand to the back of your neck as his head laid back to rest against the headboard of the bed you two were sitting upon. He squeezed the flesh between his fingers as your hips undulated in his lap, his hard cock pressing into your core through his sweatpants.
“You gonna be good for me?” He asks, vibrations from his throat tickling your arms as they tighten around his neck.
“I’m always good for you,” You sass back, hips pressing deeper and harder into his lap.
The hand he has on your hip comes to strike your backside causing you to jump up, yelping as you feel the sting from his fingertips. You pout.
“Brat,” He laughs. You giggle into his mouth as you join your lips with his. It’s sloppier this time because your rocking has gotten frantic. You're whimpering in his mouth as he whispers dirty things against your lips.
You know how much I love your pretty mouth?
You’re so fuckin’ hot baby.
Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good.
Sirius maneuvers your body until you’re on your knees, face pressed into the mattress as he holds your arms behind you, cock deep inside your cunt that’s squeezing him just right. He’s fast with it now, the feeling of your pussy swallowing his length has his hips slamming into your backside so roughly you’ll feel it in the morning.
But for now, all you feel is the way he hits every spot on the inside of your core, the drag of his cock hitting the spongy spots that cause you to cry out. You’re not sure how loud you are - the sound of your heartbeat is prominent in your ears, and the drug that’s running through your system has your inhibitions lowered - but you know Sirius doesn’t mind the volume. He loves when he hears your sharp cries from the way he fucks you - he lives off of it.
Normally he’s vocal - that is to say, he likes to talk during your acts of passion. But when he’s under the influence like this he settles with loud grunts and breathy remarks, “Takin’ it so well, baby.”
You whimper in response because you barely heard him, honestly, and because you can’t speak when he doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath. Your eyes are brimming with tears and your makeup from the day is ruined. Every time you open your mouth to respond he fucks back into you, his cock pushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside your cunt as his balls slap against your puffy clit.
He pulls on your arms that are restrained behind you, jolting you back to reality, “You hear me, woman?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You cry each time he thrusts. The feeling of your core tightening pushes the tears over your waterline - maybe you’re screaming as you cum, you don’t know - but Sirius continues to pound into you, releasing your hands as he hunches over your back, both hands splayed on either side of your head as his strokes turn into slow, deep thrusts.
“Yeah, cum for me, baby. That’s right.” One hand comes under you to hold your hips up as your knees give out. “Make me fuckin’ cum with you.”
You contract your walls as much as you can, your sensitivity already heightening as he continues to abuse your poor cunt. Sweat is covering your forehead and you’re pretty sure if your eyes were open they’d be crossed. Your mouth hasn’t closed since he entered you.
He tries to go deeper; feed you as much of his cock as he can and you feel it when the head bumps against your womb, “Fuck!”
His cock presses against your cervix as it twitches, hot ropes of his cum seeping into your core as his hips give shallow thrusts into yours. His eyes are focused on where your cunt sucks him in, mouth drooling at the way his cock is covered in your release every time he thrusts out. Your senses are coming back to you so you register his groans and the way he mumbles to himself, “Fuck yeah - take it, take my cum.”
When you’ve milked him for all he’s worth he collapses on top of you; sweaty chest pressed against your back. You don’t push him off because you don’t have the energy to, so you lie there for a while like that - chests heaving in sync as you both catch your breath, the cool air from the outside world filtering the sweltering heat coming from your bedroom.
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