a/n: this is for @angel4you ‘s writing contest, i really loved writing this one. it’s absolutely filthy. as always all characters are over the age of 18 and all acts are consensual.
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When you’re woken up by the sound of laughter, the clock next to your bed reads 1 a.m. and you are more than ready to hex whoever it is that woke you up. Dressing yourself in an oversized t-shirt and shorts you make your way down the stairs. When you reach the middle of the stairs, the voices become more clear and you realize the reason you were woken up was because your step father had decided to bring his best friend over at this ungodly hour. You decide to wait before you walk down the rest of the way, listening in on their conversation instead.
“Mate I’m telling you, she does it on purpose.” The voice you recognize as Ron Weasley says, you hear your father hum in agreement.
“I know she does, one of these days I’m gonna give her exactly what she wants.” Ron laughs. Their conversation wasn’t very entertaining to you so you decide to walk back up to your room, too tired to deal with the two men at this hour.
“Well when you do make sure you let me join, I’ve been dying to get a piece of her since you married her mum.” That sentence makes you freeze in your place. They were talking about you. You decide to eavesdrop for a little longer, walking back down the steps, but you’re stopped again when you hear the floor creak under you.
“Shit.” You whisper, turning to run back to your room in hopes of getting away before they notice you’ve been listening. No such luck.
“Y/n?” Draco calls, “Is that you doll?” There was no going back now. You slowly make your way to the bottom of the stairs, standing stiff in front of the two men in front of you.
“M’ sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You cry, avoiding eye contact with both men. You hear shuffling before feeling the presence of someone very close to you, lifting your head and coming face to face with your step father. His icy grey eyes are soft and filled with love as he looks down at you, placing a hand under your chin.
“S’okay doll, did we wake you?” He asks, wiping the tears from your cheeks and earning a small nod from you.
“Aw I’m sorry baby, daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” You shiver at the name, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead on the couch.
“She’s shivering mate, maybe we should help warm her up.” Ron quips, a small smirk growing on his face. He gestures for you to take the empty seat in between the two, turning to face you as soon as you sit down. Draco moves to sit on the other side of you, sandwiching you between the two of them. Their scents fill the small space, a mix of cinnamon and mint filling your senses in the best way possible. Ron moves to lay a hand on your leg, making your whole body heat up.
“How long were you standing there angel?” He asks, slowly moving his hand up and down your leg, inching closer to your center each time, but never quite reaching it. You’re hesitant to answer the question, afraid of being reprimanded for listening in on their conversation. His grip on your leg suddenly tightens, causing you to gasp at the shock of pain.
“Let’s put it this way,” he leans in, lips brushing against your ear, “how much did you hear, pet?” You shiver once again, unable to give a verbal response, instead just staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. On your other side, Draco brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, copying his friend’s actions and leaning in to speak in your ear.
“You know,” he starts, “it’s rude to listen in on someone else’s private conversation.” Suddenly, he laces his fingers through your hair, yanking your head back roughly. You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I think maybe you need to be punished, what do you think Ron?” He asks, cocking his head to the side with an amused grin on his face. Ron stands from his seat, kneeling in front of you between your legs on the floor.
“I was thinking the same thing Draco.” He turns to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Is that what you want, you want us to punish you?” You sit in silence for a second, thinking about the situation that you are in. You can’t deny, you’ve always been attracted to the two men, always wondering what it would be like to be used by them. The thought made your cunt slick with arousal, causing you to clench your legs together in hopes of relieving the fire between your legs. Ron takes notice of this, smirking up at Draco.
“We’ll take that as a yes.” Draco whispers in your ear, releasing his hold on your hair and coming around to stand in front of you next to Ron.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” He starts, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, Ron doing the same, “we’re gonna use you however we want, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” You nod your head, watching intently as the two men undress slowly in front of you. You rake your eyes over their bodies, practically drooling at the sight. Draco’s pale skin is covered with faded scars from an old school incident he hadn’t fully told you about, and Ron’s littered with small freckles and moles. Each man has a small happy trail leading down into their trousers, both with prominent bulges poking through the front. Ron stands in front of you once again, harshly gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He growls, striking you across the cheek. You whine at his actions, tears once again welling in the corners of your eyes.
“Yes sir, I understand.” You whimper, earning a nod from the red headed male. He walks back over to Draco, the two males silently engaging in conversation, sparing small glaces your way every so often. After what seems like forever, they turn to face you again, identical smirks plastered on their faces. Draco snaps his finger, signaling for you to make your way towards them, a command to which you comply without hesitation.
“Kneel.” He commands, pushing you to your knees by your shoulders. You sink to your knees, watching the two males through hooded eyelashes, waiting for their next instruction. They both take their time, slowly unzipping their trousers, leaving them standing only in their boxers in front of you. You take the hint, wasting no time in freeing their cocks from the tight fabric of their boxers. They both stand tall and hard in front of you, red and dripping with precum, making your mouth water,
“Such a good little slut, already knows what to do.” Ron quips, enjoying the sight of you on your knees for him. Taking your time to enjoy the moment, you slowly jerk both men off, each in one hand. When you feel more confident, you move to wrap your lips around the head of Ron’s cock, sucking lightly, coaxing a low groan from the man. He places a hand on the back of your head, moving your head for you, forcing you to take all of him at once. You gag around him, trying your best to keep your hand moving on the other man next to you.
“Fuck mate, you’ve gotta feel her mouth,” Ron groans, fucking into your mouth harder, “feels like fucking heaven.” He grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his cock and placing you in front of Draco’s. You waste no time working Draco’s cock with your mouth, releasing a low moan at the taste of him on your tongue. He takes no mercy on you, fucking your mouth like a wild animal in heat.
“Such a perfect little cockslut, on her knees for her stepfather.” You whimper at his filthy words that send a shock straight to your cunt. Trying to relieve the ache between your legs, you slowly move your hips, grinding your clit against your heels. Ron notices, chuckling darkly at your desperate attempts to get yourself off.
“Look at you, getting yourself off on your heels like a bitch in heat.” Draco groans from above you. He suddenly pulls you off his cock, causing a whimper to leave your lips.
“On the couch angel.” You scramble to your feet, hopping into the couch. The two men make their way over to you, enjoying the sight of you naked and ready to be used by them. Draco lifts you onto his lap, his cock resting between your stomachs. You rut your hips against his, earning a stinging smack on your backside from Ron.
“Please,” You beg, tears falling from your eyes, “need it so bad.”
“I know pet,” Draco coos, “so fucking needy.” He teases your entrance with his cock, pushing in only the tip, and pulling back out. His actions are turning you into a moaning, sobbing mess and you’re so focused on his movements, you don’t even notice Ron behind you, opening a bottle of lube. He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your head back to rest on his chest.
“You want us to fuck you? Wanna be torn apart by our cocks like a good little slut?” He rasps, teasing your back entrance with a single finger, causing you to jerk forward in surprise. You cry out at the unfamiliar feeling as he slowly pushes his finger past the tight hole, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around his finger.
“Please, want your cock daddy.” You cry into Draco’s shoulder, bucking your hips against his.
“Gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna fuck you dumb.” He groans, holding his cock at your entrance before harshly snapping your hips down against his.
“Fuck!” You scream, trying to adjust to the feeling of being full. His cock stretches you out, filling you to the brink as his head brushes against your cervix. Behind you, Ron adds another finger, causing you to cry out at the feeling of both holes being filled.
“More please.” You whine, pushing your body against Ron’s fingers.
“Yeah you want more? You want my cock in this tight little ass?” He chuckles darkly, earning an eager nod from you. He removes his fingers, causing you to cry out at the loss of contact, but your cries are silenced when Draco shoves his fingers in your mouth, coaxing a small gag from the back of your throat.
“Tired of hearing your whines, fucking crybaby.” He growls, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat.
“M’not a baby, daddy.” You gargle around his fingers.
“Then take it like a good girl.” Ron quips from behind you before slowly pushing his cock past your tight hole. You drop your head into Draco’s shoulder, holding back tears as you feel Ron’s cock stretch out your unused hole. Draco rubs slow circles on your clit, whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear in an attempt to help you relax. Finally, after what seems like forever, Ron bottoms out, his cock filling you perfectly.
“Please.” You beg, moving your hips against theirs. Both men share a short glance before pulling out and slamming into you at the exact same time. You let out a pornagraphic moan, sucking harder on Draco’s fingers as the two men ruin both your holes. Their cocks move in and out of you at the same time, creating a delicious burn that courses through your veins. You brain is reduced to mush, the only words on your tongue being their names and the occasional “please”
“Look at you, taking your stepfather’s cock like a real fucking whore,” Draco groans, eyes glued to the place where your bodies connect. He lands a harsh slap on your clit, causing your hips to buck forward.
“Such a tight fucking ass, can’t get enough.” Ron adds, spanking you harshly, leaving behind red handprints. The pleasure you’re receiving is overwhelming as you feel yourself get closer to your high. You clench around both men, loving the sounds of their moans in your ear.
“Please daddy, wanna cum.” You cry, moving your hips in sync with theirs. Ron reaches around your body and begins rubbing fast circles on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.
“Cum on our cocks you fucking slut.” He growls, landing three harsh blows on your clit and pushing you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, the only sound leaving you being short uneven breaths as your body tenses and then relaxes as you slump into Draco’s chest. Their movements don’t stop as they chase their own highs, causing you to shake in overstimulation. With a low groan, Draco stills his hips against yours, spilling himself inside you, Ron following soon after, painting the walls of your abused hole. You cry into Draco’s shoulder, trying not to cum a second time just from the feeling of them filling you up.
After a few moments, both men pull out, careful not to hurt you, and smile lazily as they watch their cum drip from your holes. You whine and try your best to wiggle out of his hold as Draco moves to grab some with his fingers. He brings them up to your lips and you don’t hesitate to wrap them around his fingers, moaning at the taste of them on your tongue.
“Mate, we’ve definitely gotta do this again.” Ron quips, landing one last slap on your backside before soothing it with light kisses.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
tags- (sorry im so bad at remembering to tag ppl) @pandaxnienke
a/n: i haven’t been able to get poly!dron out of my head and i’ve been thinking abt this concept for a while so here we are
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You try your best to walk normally between the two boys, attempting to ignore the feeling in your bladder. When you were leaving for hogsmead, Ron had warned you not to drink anything beforehand, knowing very well how sensitive your bladder was. But of course you didn’t listen.
Now, an hour into your day out, your bladder was so full it was beginning to feel painful, the only thought on your being relieving the pressure. But you couldn’t ask Ron, he’d be angry. Instead, you decide to try and convince Draco to take you to a bathroom. You tug lightly on the sleeve of his jacket, gaining his attention. He looks down at you with such love and adoration, you were sure you’d get what you needed.
“Something wrong love?” He asks sweetly, halting his movements to look you directly in the eyes. You glance over at Ron, who’s much to your luck engrossed in the new quidditch catalog he had picked up. Turning your attention back to Draco, you nod your head at his questing, causing him to raise an eyebrow, asking what was bothering you.
“I have to go.” You whisper, trying to keep your voice low and out of Ron’s ears. Draco’s face twists in confusion, trying to understand what you mean by “go.” He takes in your stance, the way your legs are slightly clenched together and your face is twisted in pain, and it clicks.
“Do you have to pee baby?” He asks, moving his hand to lightly press on your tummy right where your bladder sits. You whine, squirming away from his touch but nodding your head nonetheless. A sinister smirk grows on his face, one that sends a chill down your spine, before he makes his way over to the redhead standing behind you, whispering something in his ear. At this, a equally sinister smirk grows on his face too, followed by a look of disappointment.
You drop your gaze to the ground, ashamed to look them in the eye. You hear light shuffling before seeing two pairs of feet standing in front of yours. A hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look up and meet the angry eyes of your red headed boyfriend.
“Sounds like you didn’t listen earlier did you angel?” He says through gritted teeth. You shake your head and are met with a stinging slap in return.
“Ow ronnie that hurt!” You cry, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. The boy merely scoffs mumbling something along the lines of “such a fucking baby” before grabbing you harshly by the arm and apparating the three of you back to the room.
When you arrive at your bedroom, you waste no time undressing yourself until you’re down to nothing but your panties, prepared for whatever punishment you’re about to be given.
“Looks like you do know how to be a good little slut when you want to be.” Ron grits, taking slow strides towards you while undoing his tie, tossing it across the room. When he reaches the bed you’re seated on, he roughly picks you up, sitting down and placing you onto his lap so that you’re straddling his thigh. Across the room, Draco sat on his own bed in only his boxers, pants and shirt gone.
“Ronnie wait I have to pee.” You whimper, trying to wiggle out of his tight grasp. But he doesn’t let up, instead he slaps you again, roughly pulling your head close to his, lips almost touching. Your face contorts in pain and pleasure, a slow stream of tears running down your face.
“Maybe you should have thought of that when you decided to disobey me,” he hisses, grabbing hold of your hips, “now be a good little slut and move.” Your eyes widen, afraid of disobeying again but equally afraid of accidentally emptying your bladder on the boy under you. You look to Draco with a pleading look in your eyes, hoping he would act as your savior in this situation.
“Dray.” You whine.
“Don’t look at me for help, dumb little disobedient babies like you deserve to be punished.” He growls, palming himself through his boxers. “Now move.” You whimper in pain but begin moving your hips anyway. Small whines of pleasure leave your lips as you work your hips against Ron’s thigh.
“That’s it, get yourself off on my thigh light the dumb little cockslut you are.” He mocks, hands moving your hips at his desired pace.
“M’not dumb daddy, m’a good girl.” You cry, small sobs leaving your parted lips. Ron shakes his head, a look of fake concern gracing his features.
“Are you sure about that? Because a good girl would have listened when I told her not to drink before leaving.” He tsks, moving on hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties. Your hips move faster against his leg, desperate for any kind of relief. The pressure in your bladder only building as the pleasure builds too.
“Please daddy, gotta pee.” You cry, attempting to push his hand away from your aching cunt. Instead, he seats your hand away, applying pressure on your bladder once again.
“Then pee you fucking slut.” He growls, fastening the pace of your hips with his free hand. You shake your head, sobbing in protest, begging him to let you go.
“Aww poor little baby’s crying,” Draco mocks from across the room, hand working at his cock through his boxers, “You’ll feel better if you just let go.” He smirks. Just when you’re ready to let out another whine of protest, Ron begins to bounce his leg, causing you to topple over the edge. A loud moan leaves your lips, followed by a string of pitiful sobs as you feel yourself finally empty your bladder all over your boyfriend’s lap.
“Good girl. Feel better now?” Ron asks, wiping away the tears that fall from your eyes. You merely nod your head, too embarrassed to speak. “Now think about this the next time you decide to disobey one of us.”
