warnings | taking advantage, obliviation, corruption kink, daddy kink very much subspace, manipulation (?), (soft)dark!marauders over all.
word count | 779
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Eyes as round as they can get, you blink up at the three wizards, their loose fitted sweatpants not doing much to hide the thick print of their cocks, which you yearned to have inside you at this point, practically daydreaming at the way they could all prod at your insides.
Sirius sucks his teeth, face stern as he speaks, “look at her- ‘s like we fucked her too dumb it’s all she can think about now-”
James interjects, “well we did-”
The brunette rolls his eyes, “I say it’s time we do it again,” shrugging as you sit obediently on your calves, feet touching your bum.
The bespectacled boy at his side debates, turning to the lycanthrope, he raises an eyebrow, “whatd’ya reckon, Remus?”
Remus himself thinks, and cocking his head to the side he stalks towards your squirming form on the mattress. “Bunny,” he says, making you look at him immediately, a delicate smile touching your lips, “yes, daddy?”
“How you feeling?” He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger.
You whine, rocking your hips impatiently, “want you!”
James chuckles in awe as Sirius scoffs, “pathetic.”
“Watch it,” chastises Remus, letting go of your chin to tug at your swollen nipples, causing your back to arch into his touch.
He lets go of you, and you almost fucking cry at the neglection. “Go ahead, James,” he sighs, sitting in one of the three chairs surrounding the bed.
Your throat is dry when you swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, lip quivering as James approaches you slowly, your peripheral catching Sirius taking a seat in the other chair that faces Remus.
“Daddy?” you sob dryly, making grabby hands at James, your mush of a brain not picking up on what they were talking about. He coos, “I know, dolly, I know, you just want that pretty pussy fucked sore, huh?”
Eyes twinkling, you bob your head rapidly.
“Quit it, James,” scowls Sirius, and the curly-headed boy lifts his hands playfully before turning back to you, tone as soft as ever when he whispers, “You wanna go and sit on Siri’s lap, so Rem can do a little check up on that baby brain of yours, princess?”
You steal a glance to the other two, hues rounding when you catch sight of Remus’ wand tightly held in his hand. You hated when magic interfered during your sexual life, it took you by surprise too much, an eerie feeling swam in the pit of your stomach.
Head shaking side to side, the boys casted an inquiring glance to each other.
“I dunno... I don’t think-”
“Good,” interfered Sirius, “don’t.”
A wrecked cry comes from your chest as James hauls you off the bed, and as hard as he’s tugging you, you know his heart is cracking behind his ribcage, he is the softest one after all.
Huffing as you’re plopped down on Sirius’ lap, his corded arm tightening around your waist, though you feel it falter as your hot cunt leaves a splotch of slick on his sweatpants.
“Shit,” he hisses, thumping his forehead against your back, and all of a sudden, your sobs subside, instead a gasp escapes you at the thickening of his cock against your ass. “Maybe we can leave this for later, look at how wet the poor thing is,” he proves his statement by swiping a finger over your weeping slit, holding up the glistening digit for the other two.
James smirks, but says nothing, obviously not opposed to the idea, meanwhile Remus squints, “this is why she’s such a slut, you’re too horny for your on good, mate, focus.”
Sirius groans, muttering curses under his breath.
“‘S better to slowly slut her out all over again, anyway,” purrs James, smiling sickly at your thunderstruck face, “what?”
Sirius intensifies his hold on you, “Be quiet, dove.”
“B-but-- what are you- Remmy?” you heave, panic striking in your veins.
He stands up, wand still in hand, but now it’s directed at you. “Our sweet little fuckdoll, God, you’re always so pretty when we do this.”
You hiccup, choking on your own cries as James holds your face still with one hand, shushing you.
“Don’t you worry that dumb baby brain, we’ll take care of it- like we always do.”
Weeping, you shut your eyes tightly.
“Obliviate.”
When your eyes are open again, you’re ignorant to the reason behind the throb between your legs, as well as to why your recently made friends are sitting on your bed.
You stammer, knuckling at your eyes. “Wh- How did you guys- get in here?”
Sirius laughs cooly, “oh you clueless little bunny, always so fucking adorable.”
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summary — your mafia ex boyfriend refuses to let you go.
warnings — dubcon (cnc), roleplay-ish, mirror kink (they’re in a mirror maze), slight mask kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, fear kink (?), slight breeding kink, humiliation.
word count — 1.7k
author’s note — sort of inspired by a scene in haunting adeline by h.d cartlon! also this is so not my best :/ i’ve been having a hard time writing im sorry about that, promise i’ll get back on track in a bit.
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Your hand trembles from where it’s cupped over your mouth, chapped lips trapped between your teeth to prevent any type of minimal noise. But you should know better. The man could fucking smell you from miles away.
“I know you like a little chase, bunny,” booms his voice, and you gasp when his shadow flashes through the reflective room. “But you know I’ll always catch you, and when I do, I’ll get to fuck you fast and hard, like the little slut you are.”
You swallow back the whimper rising from the depths of your throat, feeling your mouth run dry for a few seconds at the newfound quietude of the mirror maze.
He hovers, letting the darkness of his presence loom over your shaking figure before striking, wrapping his arms around your waist, and smirking darkly at the squeal that escapes you.
“Please! Let me go!” You sob, quivering in his hold as he manhandles you to fit in with his front; hands tightly held in one of his while the other tugs at your locks, bulging crotch against your ass as he makes you stare at yourself in the unruliness of a state you’re in through the hundreds of mirrors.
You can’t see him from behind his leather-like silver mask, but his intensified stare and blonde hair give him away.
You shake your head, chin wobbling when you talk, “don’t do this- please, dray.”
His stare staggers, but the prominent growth in hardness of the tent flush against your ass confirms that the nickname does nothing but excite him more.
He takes a deep breath, and cranes his neck to fit his face in the crook of your neck, “you remember our safe word, don’t you, doll?” He’s whispering this time, in a way where he wants to hide what he’s saying.
You hiss when his cool mask rubs on your tender flesh, but you still manage a small nod, even with his grip on your hair. “Yes,” you reply, voice just as low. He hums, “good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re fucking swollen with my kids,”
A moan is suppressed from your part, visage down in shame over how damp your panties turned at the threat.
His hands knead harshly at the soft mounds on your chest, nipples tightening, his thumb runs over them. “As pretty as ever, angel,” he breathes, blood rushing to his groin as you unconsciously arch your ass back to him; he mumbles a curse.
“No-” you heave, stopping his wrist from where it hovered over your heat.
His brows raise, though you can’t tell because of his mask, but even through the mirror his stare burns.
“No?” he mimics, “you not gonna let me touch what’s mine now?”
You swallow, “begging” with your eyes, even so your hips buckle slightly to the familiar vein-corded, big, arms. He notices, “fucking slut
“You, little girl,” he takes your face in one hand, “don’t tell me what to do.” He growls, cupping you through your panties, the flimsy skirt you opted on wearing only benefiting him. “This sweet pussy is mine whether you like it or not.”
Tears burn your retinas, and his fingers twirling over your mess of a panties make you shudder.
He feigns a gasp, “what’s this?” A finger is nestled between your slick folds, causing you to whine, “my little princess is all wet from her big bad boyfriend chasing her bratty arse, huh?”
“Ex,” you hiss quietly, pouting up at him through one of the mirrors. In the blink of an eye, he’s knuckles-deep inside you as you grip his forearm, mewling at the sudden burn.
“You fucking bitch—“ he grunts, manhandling you so you’re pressed against the cool glass, head turned to the side, where you get a clear view of his side profile in one of the mirrors— of his hand up your skirt, it was an obscene scenario truly.
“I’m done with you acting up like a dumb brat,” he shakes his head, thrusting another finger inside you as your hot breath fogs the mirror, “We’re gonna be together until the end of fucking times and that’s final— ” he pauses, smirking, “and this wet cunt of yours certainly likes the idea.”
You mewl, heating up in shame.
“Draco,” you sob, closing your eyes tighter as your pussy twitches around his thick digits.
He thrums, “can feel you squeezing me, doll, that feels good, huh? Feels good getting this dumb pussy off after so long?” He coos, tone tight and low as you cry out, desperate to reach cloud nine.
Your sex pulses around him uncontrollably, clit dragging against his palm as he breathes laboredly, your own growing short and ragged.
Lewd sounds come from between your legs, your gush slipping past your stretched slit, forming a puddle beneath you. Your mouth hangs open, silent cries falling on deaf ears, due to Draco’s fixated gaze on your pussy.
“You gonna cum?”
You shake your head, sealing your lips.
He snarls behind his mask, “brat,” you quiet, avoiding eye contact. “you know damn well I’ll have you squirting when I force my cock in your cunt if I make you cum right now. You just hate to admit how fucking wet that makes you.”
Your moan almost chokes from how wantoned it came, vision flashing with hot white as you spill around his fingers, his smug chuckle punching at your gut.
You swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, feeling the buzz of your high lower, heart still thumping against your ribcage.
“D-dray?” you croak, squinting when the lights flicker.
He overshadows you, taking fulfillment in your barely noticeable quiver when his hands come in contact with your waist.
“I’m right here, bunny,” he whispers.
You weep, shaking your head, “please,”
“You’ll be good, won’t you?” His voice softens, “you’ll let me take you nice and good, without putting up any fight, right?”
You breath shakily, tears streaming past the apples of your cheeks as you look at him through the mirror, gasping slightly when he a utters a, “try to run.” You don’t even make it to a turn when his hand lashes out, bringing you back to his chest, though now you’re facing him, hard nipples rubbing against his hefty upper half, this makes him grumble a fuck.
The blonde lolls his head back on his own shoulder, cracking his neck and paying no mind to your weak attempts at getting away from him. “Poor slut,” he speaks softly, “bet you’re so scared I’ll fill you up so good you’ll want more,” he says, taking your chin in his fingers.
A whimper rises rom your throat, eyes shuttering close as he undoes his belt, but you certainly didn’t expect for the expensive leather to be around your neck next, another dam of emotions welling up behind your eyes.
“W-What are you doing?” You question, shivering as the belt tightens around your throat. He smiles wickedly, you can tell by his eyes that he is, “just wanna make sure you stay in place. I do remember how squirmy you get, baby.”
His hands are on your shoulders, and in seconds you find yourself on your back, blubbering behind your tears as his cock springs free, a throaty moan escaping him. Your poor cunt puckers at the sight, humming in need when your skirt is being lifted up once again.
“My god, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes, baby,” he grunts, tapping the head of his cock against your twitching clit.
You moan, grimacing at the soreness in your tone, the belt rubbing against the hot skin of your neck.
His cock drenches in your juices, balls drawing up when he forcefully pushes in unexpectedly, making you shriek; a full ring of slick covers the thick base after the single thrust, and your head lays against the floor dully in embarrassment, a trial in avoiding his malicious eyes.
“Poor thing’s embarrassed huh? Over how much this cunt misses me,” he says, soothing your clammy nub with his thumb.
The traitorous flesh takes him whole, greedily sucking him in when he rolls his hips against yours.
“Oh, f-fuck,” you pant, pushing yourself to your elbow as his groans hit your ears; you peek out from his shoulder, taking in the reflection on the other end of the room, seeing his back muscles ripple through his black shirt, thighs tense from how hard he’s fucking you— hard enough he has you toppling to the ground once again, you fall with a petulant grunt.
The corner of your eyes catches his hand leaving its place next to your head, and a whine chokes out of you when his hand wraps around the belt. “You fucking lay there and take it, dumb slut- I don’t wanna hear another noise from you,” he grits, letting his eyes fall on your creaming pussy, walls constricting his cock.
“So tight- fuck. When we’re back at the manor I’ll take you on every fucking surface on the way to the room,” he promises, hissing as you pulse around him.
Your lip is folded between your teeth, and the tang of blood meets your tastebuds, but you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when your ex’s cock drives in and out of your hole at an inhumane pace.
His cock thickens impossibly inside you, thrusts stuttering as his breath shortens. Your hands fist his shirt, mouth agape in a silent cry as your juices soak your lower half.
This makes his eyes flash dark, spilling his seed with a final deep thrust, spraying your walls with white as you sniffle through your peak.
“Yes baby, give it to me,” he purrs, “guess I still knew my way around this useless hole,” he chuckles, pulling out to watch his cum drool out of your abused channel.
His hands lifts to remove his mask, and your eyes soften, tears coming to a halt as he smiles lazily.
It takes you by surprise when a rain of kisses fall on your tear-stained face, your little giggles ringing the bells of his heart.
“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, Malfoy, it’s just harmless fun” you warn, squinting at him.
He smirks, “we’ll see about that, bunny.”
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SUMMARY ➠ you’re sex demon!sirius’ favorite angel to take care of.
WARNINGS ➠ very light dubcon, breeding kink, humiliation, mentions of somnophilia, nicknames, rough sex, size kink, dacryphilia, fingering, mentions of hell, hand around the throat once, mentions of blowjob. don’t read if any of these sound unappealing or make you uncomfortable.
WORD COUNT ➠ 1.7k
A/N ➠ after 2 business months of having this idea in the drafts, i present you this <3 shout out to “her soul to take” by harley laroux for putting this idea in my brain !!
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you couldn’t see him. but you could feel him.
it was 10:23PM. he’s here early, you noted.
a pang of guilt washed over you; for anticipating this in a way. it was part of your daily routine at this point, to be in a hazy state of mind, usually in your apartment, and out of the shadows comes sirius lurking around. leaning down to brush your hair away, sometimes even giving you a small nip at the cheek, which probably meant to be a ‘kiss’ in his mind— not that you wanted to know what went on up there.
“sirius?” you questioned, looking around the empty office with furrowed brows and accelerated heart.
this wasn’t the first time he had taken you in the office.
on rare nights like this, he would get too impatient waiting for you, his cock aching at the thought of having you writhing braindead under him as you fought the sleepiness that occasionally overcame you.
you could see him now, standing at the very corner with crossed arms, his chest bare as always, black horns barely perking from his locks— the same ones you were tugging on just last night.
“i’m right here, lovely” he murmured, giving you the faintest of smiles.
his voice sounded like he was right behind you; that didn’t take you by your surprise, it was a trick he used almost every night, just to see the flash of fear that sparked behind your eyes.
he came closer, his presence invading you as the lights shut off, his doing, you realized.
“i’m tired” you whimpered, trying to ignore the bubbling feeling on your lower belly as he jutted his bottom lip out in a fake pout, as if he was mocking you.
“that never stopped us before, did it?” he smirked, letting the light from the big window reflect on his godly features— ironically enough.
you swallowed the lump in your throat as he took your hands from your lap, bringing you up harshly as you shook with both urgency and fear.
his eyes darkened, “why are you afraid? i’ve told you multiple times i’d never do anything to hurt you. you’re my favorite little angel after all. always at my disposal, letting me wreck your cunt for hours on end” he sighed, connecting his forehead with yours as your back collided softly with the glass window.
he was doing it again, clouding your senses with lust as you struggled to fight them away, desperately attempting to ignore the arousal dampening your panties as he tugged harshly at the buttoned-up shirt with his clawed hand.
you gasped as you felt him tear the material off, the previously sewed buttons now laying on the floor freely.
“bunny” he chuckled “you’re all marked up from last night. so pretty” he noted, tracing the dark hues with his split tongue, coaxing a small wail out of you.
“how many times have i told you not to wear these stupid pants. so hard to fuck in.” he tsked, a scowl adorning his face as you sunk into yourself, feeling his nails leave small scratches down the skin on your thighs.
you mumbled a weak apology, sirius’ dick stirring in his shabby pants as you mindlessly begged for his touch.
he complied, giving your sensitive panty-covered clit a nudge with his thumb while you held onto his forearms, which were full of black veins that ran all over the length of it.
“poor little thing- so helpless and stupid when your aching cunt is being played with” he chuckled in a mocking tone, making you flush as your waterline moistened with fresh tears. “please” you sighed, rutting your hips against him as you fell deeper into a cloud of black bliss.
he cocked his head to the side, a smug expression— not quite a smirk— danced upon his mouth while he teased your gushing entrance with two digits that were heavily drenched from your slick after slipping your knickers to the side, not having enough patience to take them fully off.
“what is it, sweetheart? you want your little pussy filled, desperate slut?” he seethed, giving your fog of a brain zero time to even analyze the question before both thick fingers entered you at once, making you arch your back off the glass as you cried out in a haze, hating the way your walls fluttered around them because fuck did it feel amazing to have someone from the male kind to treat your body right.
your breath stuck in your throat as you nodded feebly. “yes— fuck. yes please”
“there we go… good girl, giving into me so easily, seems like i won’t have to tame the brat out of you this time.” he bellowed with a small caress to your sweet spot.
bursts of pleasure exploded behind your eyes, a dozen colors; as he watched you intently, soaking up the way you turned into a puddle for him. you, a sweet fucking mortal, the resemblance of an angel itself on his eyes. devoting to him, a sacred member of hell.
“you’re such a cute little thing” he said “the sweetest piece of ass everyone is thirsting over. yet here you are, clenching around my fingers like a common whore.”
he accelerated the thrusts of his fingers, making the welled up tears in your eyes threaten to spill as the room filled with your embarrassingly loud cries and squelches. only making sirius’ cock throb harder.
“i’m gonna fuck you so good tonight. gonna fill that pussy up with my cum and then take you all over again until all you can think about is how i fucking impregnated you” he promised, thumbing at your sensitive nub in circles as you chanted his name, slamming a palm on the glass behind you before coming undone with a small shout.
his lips tilted in a smirk as you dripped down his arm. “you’re so fucking messy” he squinted, forcing your mouth open with his free hand.
he didn’t even need to ask before your tongue was rounding his damp digits even in the high of the orgasm.
a glint of pride swam in his darkened hues, “there we go, good girl, you’re so obedient today, puppy.”
“sirius, want it” your legs shook as you struggled to hold yourself up after the inhumane (literally) orgasm.
“want what, you stupid slut? i told you i hate blabbering little babies” he seethed, holding your face in one large hand, making your swollen lips pucker up.
“your— cock! please, it hurts.”
his dick twitched in his pants yet again, it only took a quick motion of his hands for the large girth to be freed.
even after all this time of seeing and feeling it in places you never even knew existed, your mouth stayed agape at the view of his cock.
it was thick and long, with two hard ridges at the sides that pushed away all teensy doubts of him being the slightest of a human.
“you want it, sweetheart?”
you nodded your head yes, clit pulsing madly as he harshly turned you around, one leg being hoisted up and bent on the crook of his arm.
a whine slipped past your lips at the unforeseen motion, fists clenching at the side of your head whilst you stared down at the city.
“well keep those fucking legs open because you’re not gonna be able to sit on that cunt for days”
the thought itself numbed your hazy mind.
his tip pooled with pre-cum as he rubbed it on your slit, walls throbbing at the mere outside sensation.
“siri— oh! fuck-!” your words tripped over each other as the glass fogged with your labored breathing when sirius unexpectedly pushed into you, your cunt squeezing around him in mere seconds, still not used to his size.
you had no time to brace yourself before he was thrusting into you mercilessly.
“you like that, angel?” he growled, black optics trained on the bouncing of your ass in his thighs.
“mhm” you replied meekly, letting out a cry as his cock kissed your cervix.
tears ran down your apple cheeks as you begged for him to slow down, even though your veins screamed in protest if he stilled for a millisecond.
a palm came to wrap around your throat, constricting your breathing yet again as sirius pulled you to look back at him, leaving a perfect arch of your back.
“keep fucking crying, makes my cock ache so hard to cum inside you, baby”
a deep groan came from the depths of his throat at the sight of your beady eyes filling in tears for what had to be the sixth time that night.
“yes” you rasped, caving in. “cum inside me, please, you fuck me so good.”
“there’s my sweet girl” he praised, patting at your face before making you face forward, pounding at your snug pussy like there was no tomorrow.
he hummed in your ear at your broken moans and pleads. “promise you won’t try to do it again, sweetheart?”
“wh-what?”
“to escape me— you always try to as if that doesn’t make me wanna fuck you into tomorrow further. just wanna isolate you from everyone else so we can finally be together, baby. it’s truly all i want. so, promise me you won’t behave like a dumb slut?”
“i-i can’t— ah!” you slapped a palm on the window before the mouth-watering orgasm ran over you.
you burnt with euphoria as sirius’ grunts thumped in your ear.
not long after your inner walls were sprayed with his cum. it seemed never-ending. it always did. and this time you were not scared of it in the slightest.
you had truly given up. or in is more like it.
you knew you couldn’t deny the mind-blowing bliss sex with sirius provided.
his voice seemed distant, even though his damp chest was right in line with your back. “come on, angel, don’t forget your manners. get down on your knees and clean the fucking mess you made on my cock”
a slight tilt of your head backwards and your clit was drumming with need at the sight of his dick covered in a thin layer of slick.
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your breath stayed caught in your throat as you sat up abruptly, cringing at the layer of sweat that covered your entire body.
the room was pitch black.
and again, you couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. and that was enough to sent you spiraling into an exhausted state.
he always gets what he wants, you thought. it’s not fucking fair.
sirius only smirked at you from his corner in the shadows, hidden from sight.
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quick a/n if you didn’t understand the ending!
sex demons (or incubus) tend to manifest during wet dreams or sleep paralysis (mostly sleep paralysis) so yes, sirius did in fact fuck the reader, but he obviously will not show himself while she’s awake, simply because he can’t. dw tho, in my mind, they made a ritual to make him human and fell in love <3.
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Imagine step dad Remus BUT he’s also doctor and he have his office at home so when you tell your daddy that you feel strange and all tingly down there, he lost his shits.
And bcs he’s doctor, he will take it all with professional names. He has you lying on the medical bed, legs spread and ultrasound on your stomach. “So this is the inside of your vagina, and right here, there is your entrance.” he pointed at the screen. “And everytime you’ll have those ugly tingles, you’ll come to daddy, and daddy will help you.”
“And how, daddy?”
“Like this princess.” he turned his head back to screen. “Daddy will push the tip of his cock into your entrance and will fuck you until it’s all gone.”
“Daddy you’re long.” you gasped as you see his cock in you. “I know, and you’re taking me so well.” he started to picking up his pace. “And your tummy will start to tightening and your walls too, see?”
“And this is your cervix, sweetie.” he said and you saw how his tip touched your cervix. “See? They’re giving a kissie each other.” he chuckled. “Kissie.” he said everytime he hit your cervix.
“I want a kissie too.” you pointed and he leaned down to kiss you.
“See princess? Your walls are tightening.”
“I see daddy.”
“And then you’ll give daddy your cummies and daddy will give you his cummies.” And when he felt he’s about to cum, he stopped and turned your gaze to the screen. “Look, Daddy is about to cum into your little cunny .” he said and then you say some liquid coming from his tip that filled you. “Daddy you’re filling me with your cummies!” you giggled and he came even more. “And that’s how we will cure you from all those tingles.” he smiled. “Can feel your cummies in me.” You said and placed your hands on your stomach over his cock.
Okay Dani, I was thinking very dark poly marauders where the boys obliviate their bunny every once in a while to keep her innocent so they can ruin her all over again
BABE UGH THIS IS SO HOT WHERE CAN I SMOOCH YOUR BRAIN??
james is probably the one to lure you into the trap because he’s the sweetest <3 “now you’re gonna go sit on siri’s lap while remmy does a little check up on that baby brain on yours- that alright, sweet girl?”
“i dunno i dont think-“
“pup” he sends you a slightly warning look “you gonna disobey us now?”
“no, daddy”
“good girl— now go to siri”
and sirius is waiting for you with open arms as remus holds his wand behind his back 😳
stepdad!sirius has SUPER veiny arms and hands😵💫 you’d definitely keep looking at them all the time, ask him to tie your shoes so you can watch them…
NO ITS FS THOSE HUGE AND THICK CORDED MUSCLES ON HIS ARMS 😵💫😵💫 and he fs catches up on your dirty thoughts <3 hence why he constantly cups your face in his big pretty hands when he kisses you good night 🥴
Where your mom cheated on him and you’re “convincing” him that he deserves better. (Smut)
🦩 drabble
“stay for me, daddy?” you whined, bouncing slowly on his hard cock as he panted continuously
“i might have to baby, you have me so pussy whipped i wanna be inside you all day long” he grunted, thrusting his hips up to match your thrusts
the comment made you giggle, nails dancing down his chest as he sped up his movements, the headboard banged against the wall as your moans grew louder.
“scream my name baby, let that bitch know i’m gonna fuck her daughter deep into her mattress”
your dad’s biggest mistake was trusting sirius to take care of you for the weekend, even with how much you fought about being old enough now for babysitters.
either way, it was friday, and both you and sirius knew what that meant.
as you locked yourself in the room, box of toys ready in your bed, panties off and camera set up, sirius stood on the other side of the door, phone in hand to get a vip view of your stream.
your own moans drowned out his, the panties you left in the laundry room around his fat cock as he jerked off to you, just like a usual friday night.
