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hpwizardlove · 1 year ago

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once his, always his - ex husband!draco malfoy x reader

Hello my lovelies! Well, this is where the voting got you! I guess the idea of getting fucked by your ex is appealing to most soooo here we are! Hope you enjoy and pls lmk if you did <3

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Warnings: smut, sex in a bathroom, mentions of divorce, rough dom draco, mentions of alcohol, zacharias fucking smith, lmk of any other warnings I should add<3

ignore my zacharias smith slander in this fic hehe

You knew you shouldn’t have come here.

Just by the looks of it, of him, a red flag should have been raised on the spot.

The cheap bar he brought you to, his flip flops clacking obnoxiously as he ascended to your table—which you had been waiting at for a good half an hour—while you, on the contrary, were adorned for the intuitively expected formal dinner in a scarlet dress, embellished with a miniature satin bow around the waist.

To give someone the benefit of the doubt was a quality you had learned to possess ever since cutting off all ties with your ex, Draco Malfoy, for the predominant purpose that after him—no guy would ever live up to the extravagant life he had provided you with.

From what you had experienced following your divorce, setting your expectations too high with a new guy would never work out in your favor.

With Draco, you felt as if your relationship solely rested upon the regular purchases of material items and exorbitantly fancy dinners. Oh, and the nightly sex you both engaged in, by Merlin, the sex itself could have kept you attached at the hip to him.

But when you sensationalized all love wilting away into the mere gain of pearl necklaces, costly diamonds, and the mutual satisfaction received from mind-blowing orgasms, the two of you agreed calling it quits was the only viable option to maintain both of yours freedom and ability to seek out genuinity.

Since then, your standards had been kicked down a few notches by the loser guys you had come into contact with—both romantically and occasionally sexually.

You prayed that tonight would be different, knowing that the man you were meeting up with tonight for a date was someone you knew well enough from your days at Hogwarts—the same place where you met your ex-husband.

The date in question being none other than Zacharias Smith, more commonly known back at Hogwarts as, The Hufflepuff Asshole, from his disloyalty and all around bitter personality.

You yourself didn’t have much of an opinion on him, all you knew is that he was single and desperate and you hated to admit it—but that had become your type.

Just anyone to get your mind off of Draco, who might as well have been breathing down your neck all of these months when you’d been attending date after date and getting nowhere with anyone.

His touch always lingered on your skin like you still belonged to him and his dominance—and no one could take his place.

You hoped and prayed on every star that Zacharias would be different, perhaps better, but you were disdainfully disappointed when you came to find out he was no different than the common deadbeat that seemed to work his way into your life to receive this date.

Seems as if this would have to be another sneak out of the bathroom window scenario, but you guess it couldn’t hurt to stay just a few minutes longer. At least enough time for you to finish your third glass of wine.

“So then, I said, ‘No Mom, I don’t need a job. Your basement is enough home for me and whatveer girlfriend I bring over here.’ So then she said-”

“Alright then Zach,” You interrupted the rambling male who was speaking through chicken bits half-chewed in his mouth—giblets of the delectation being spat in your direction which you struggled to dodge seeing as you were directly in front of him.

“Hold on y/n, here’s the best part.” And he was off again, stringing intelligible words together to form a droning on rant about how living in his mother’s basement was an ideal space for two lovers to reside in.

You dropped the intention of getting him to stop, chasing his pause in words proving to be fruitless when he gave no room for you to but in and tell him what he was saying was utterly ridiculous.

So you found interest in other things around the dingy bar around you, squinting down on the various wine glasses that was being served to each dining table and deciphering how you thought the flavors would taste if you were to buy any one of them.

After all, you wouldn’t be surprised if Zacharias made you pay for his meal so grabbing an extra glass of wine before you departed couldn’t hurt.

It was clear Zacharias wouldn’t notice your distraction, for his focus remained both on his chicken dish he was wolfing down sans any courteous manners and his monotonous story he appeared to find great joy in retelling.

Just withstand a few more minutes of his nonsensical garbage, and you’ll be out of here before he even has a chance to ask you where you were going.

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From the other side of the bar, was a pair of piercing optics; dazed and confused but still dangerously observant. Mystifying ones, a deep mixture of silver and azure—graceful yet powerful, especially once laid upon the beauty before him that was you.

Lo and behold, the one man who you knew to be the shadows lurking in every corner surrounding you for months on end was finally a reality.

Your ex, Draco, was sitting right there.

His line of vision, though blurred from the intake of alcohol, was trained on you and your companion—immediately recognizing Zacharias from the animalistic behaviors portrayed when in relation to basic manners and date protocols.

Little did you know, he had been scrutinizingly inspecting the dinner date from the second you had walked into the restaurant.

He failed to realize that you were here expecting another to join—based on the way for a good while you were sat at the table by yourself awaiting Zacharias’ arrival.

But when your date stepped through the door, the blonde’s teeth clenched to the edge of snapping and his muscles tightened into unruly knots. Draco couldn’t have fathomed how you would stoop so low to accept a rendezvous proposal from that bloody idiot.

Since that minute, he had been diligently glaring from afar, ordering drink after drink which he gulped down every time he saw you fake a smile or force a laugh.

Draco was possessive, there was no doubt about it. And the sight of seeing you out with someone else had his blood boiling to the point of no return, mutters of how you were his unknowingly spilling out from under his breath.

He wanted nothing more than to pounce onto Zacharias and wring his neck for trying to take what Draco knew to be his girl—despite your relationship with him being well and long over.

He knew you like the back of his hand, the moment you rose up out of your seat and adjusted your dress skirt to unruffle, telling your lowlife date that you were taking a trip to the ladies room—it was clear you weren’t planning on a rejoinder to the male.

Draco saw a chance flicker before his eyes; an opportunity to reignite the flame that, as far as you knew, had died out a while ago.

His thoughts roamed to the dress you were wearing as you bounded down the hall to reach the loo, the skirt of it hiking up as you briskly made your way.

Immediately, flashbacks hit him like a brick—a motion picture playing in his head of him being the one to delicately take off your dresses after a long night.

Him being the one to lay you down on the bed and strip you naked so he could worship you on those very sheets.

It was always him, and the thought of you having another man do anything of the sort had him fuming with the necessity to remind you who had you first.

Signaling to the bartender he’d be right back, as to ensure he didn’t think Draco was sneaking out without covering his tab, he stumbled on drunken limbs to make his way to the single stalled restroom you were rushing into.

If this was the first time he was going to see you since the divorce, he was hellbent on making it worth it.

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With a slam of the door and a swift dexterity of your thumb against the lock, you leaned against the sturdy wood—chest heaving with relief as you had managed to sneak away from the so-called conversation that was but a one-sided chatter.

Eying the window perched above the sink, you planned your escape with little to no care of leaving Zacharias behind—ready to reach beneath you to remove your black heels from your aching feet when you heard an impatient jingle of the doorknob, you interpreting that it was someone that really needed to go.

“Someone’s in here!” You replied to the incessant yanks of the handle you could hear even from the inside of the bathroom. “For Merlin’s sake, one second please!” Your eyes made a rotation in their sockets at the restless shuffling on the other side of the door that you failed to register as being your ex-husband.

Still, Draco pressed on—going as far as to nearly break the door handle, unable to wave a quick Alohamora charm onto the knob, for he had left his wand back at his house.

You huffed frustratedly, twisting the handle, ready to tell whoever was outside that very door to bug off and learn some patience. But was stopped to a halt as your eyes trailed to the man who was prepared to blow that damned door down just to be able to see you.

“What part of one fucking second is so hard to understa- you,”

There’s malice dripping off at the sight of your ex standing right in front of you, lazily grinning as if he hadn’t just gotten an unamused reaction from you.

“Well hi there, dollface.” Came the slurring nickname, “S’nice to see you too.” And he’s stepping passed the threshold to enter the confines of the bathroom without invitation—on instinct, your shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell are you doing here Draco? And how did you know I was in here?” You’re reaching into your pocket to retrieve your wand, waving it sparingly as to cast a Silencing charm over the room to ensure no one could hear the pair of you in case things go south and a verbal fight breaks out.

“Oh come on now, y/n. No hug, no kiss, no ‘Draco I missed you so fucking much?” He jested, knowing all three of those things were most absurd to you. At least now they were.

“Dray.” Your voice turned stern, and he knew he had to give you answer to your question before you hex him to next year.

“Princess, I know your every move and I always have. Y’think I don’t remember you telling me years ago that when you’re unsatisfied on a date, you sneak out of the loo’s window? Yeah, I watched the whole thing with you and that blimey Hufflepuff go down.”

You cringe at the mention of your inability to confront the guys you go out with and walk out the door in front of them, rather your choice being to opt out by taking your leave in not the most hygienic way. You scrunch your nose in discomfort further when he clearly states he’d been monitoring you this entire time.

Draco’s leaning against the the cool marble of the sink, relaxing into the space as he fails to lull a response out of you, thus rendering you speechless.

“Are you stalking me or something? Because I’m trying to enjoy a night out and I don’t need-”

“Stalking?” He chuckles at your bluntness, “Love, s’been five months. I’ve been thinking about you but not so much that ‘m about to fucking follow you everywhere. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.”

It rolled off of his tongue like butter, the quip that he’d been thinking about you. You wish you could say that you’d been doing quite the opposite, but it’s true. You as well had your mind flooding with the thoughts of Draco, both memories and fantasies.

To formulate a response in this moment of vulnerability was proving to be most difficult, especially considering how determinate he was to get a proper reply from you.

Instead, you just scoffed out the first thing that came to mind. “What’re you drunk or something? We’re not married anymore so-”

“Ah, my love.” He tutted with a soft shake of his head, “Not drunk. ‘M sober enough to see that that date of yours is no good.”

“Well I don’t know how I feel about my ex checking up on me. I’m not a fucking child.” You fold your arms across your chest, shifting your head to move away from the male as you adjust the clip at the back of your locks that held together your hairstyle.

“Considering the way you’re huffing and puffing like one, I think it’s pretty good I decided to take a look at what you were doing.”

You uncrossed your arms, situating yourself so you didn’t look despondent of his presence, more so disoriented as to what his purpose was in being here.

“How about you just tell me what you want so we can move past this and get on with our lives.”

And it was that fire when you spoke that reminded him of why he decided to trail behind you to the bathroom.

Reminded him of how strict and with poise you could speak, that is until you’re a blubbering mess for him when he’s in control.

His eyes flickered down to the dip of your dress down to your cleavage, tongue running the dryness of his lips—wetting them with ease.

“Dray,”

Your knees nearly buckled from underneath you as you saw the darkness wash over his pupils—knowing it was lust that you detected.

“Tell me you don’t want this y/n.” His hands rested on your lips, thumb dragging against the hip bone like it was second nature. “I can see it doll. See it in your eyes. You haven’t had a man pleasure you like this in a while, have you?”

He searched your wandering gaze for an answer, though it was mapped out right in front of him by the way your breath quickened at his sinful touch.

You shook your head dutifully, truthfully admitting that no matter who you were with, no one ever satisfied you like Draco did.

No one had the facilities to make you feel like he did. From him, the sound of degradation as he rutted into you was heaven and everything more.

From others, it was sour and hearing it make you squirm uncomfortably and just wish that it was Draco taking their place.

“S’ exactly what I would have imagined.”

Spinning you on your heel, Draco used the grip he had on your waist to flip your position with his. He turned around so your stomach was facing the chill stone and your eyes met with the mirror.

The view most difficult to steer away from—he had you bent at the hip with his front pressed firmly against your back, a daring sneer peering through when he heard your stilted gasp at the sudden switch into a compromising position.

You couldn’t deny him now, for his nails biting into your torso, and his hips flush against your lower half was too tantalizing to refuse.

Even if it was just for this one night.

“Y’see that y/n? How fucking desperate we both are for each other. Veto it as much as you’d want, but I know that if I just-” His right hand disappeared until your dress skirt, flipping it upwards at the seam and dancing lightly on the skin of your quivering thighs to reach your core which was already pulsing to life through the thin lace of your panties. “And there it is,”

Draco marveled as he ran two fingers up and down your slit above the cotton knickers, securing his free arm completely around your waist to prevent the shiver that trickled down your spine from making you collapse beneath him.

“Please Dray,” You rolled your backside against his bulge that brushed near your dress, pleading for him give you the pleasure you craved from no other person than him.

It was like, on instinct, all remembrance of your position as his submissive came tumbling back in your breathy whimper of how much you needed him.

Almost as if no time had passed, there was no doubt nor fear of being locked in here with your ex and having him take you against a sink, of all things.

With a low growl he backed you up so he had enough space to snake the hand that was once teasing you through the fabric up to weave through your hair, using the force to push you down so your cheek came into contact with the stark white sink.

You yelped at sudden juxtaposed chill that pressed against your once heated up cheek, shuffling with a whine to adjust to the freeze that travelled up your face.

His hands flew to the restring of his belt, unbuckling it and letting it fall to the ground with a sharp clink.

His jeans and boxers were gone within of second of the aforementioned leather leaving his waist, them now fallen to pool at his ankles.

You gently attempted to turn your head slightly to the left to catch a glimpse of Draco in his bare state, having being deprived of the sight for much too long.

Unfortunately, you the side of your face was pushed back into the edge of the sink by Draco’s roughing hand once again tangling in your hair. “Ouch,” you grumbled, letting it go when he bunched your skirt up to the curve of your hips, admiring your bum like it was nothing short of a piece of art.

“Mine,” A deviled groan tore its way through his chest, his hand coming down to made a blow of contact upon your clothed arse—a moan of surprise spilling from your lips.

“What pretty sounds you made bun, better than I remember. Let me guess,” His palm swatted again, this time harder eliciting a stronger reaction from you, squirming in delight. “Since me, you’ve never had another man do this to you hm?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, s’what I thought. After all, this arse is mine to spank, mine to play around with. Mine to make bruise.”

His words cut through your skin like a knife, sinking in so deep you could feel them reverberating in your chest—inevitably making the dull throb in your cunt raise to an uproar, begging to be subsided.

“No one else’s Draco, I promise just- please,”

His fingers hooked around the band of the lace snug against your flesh, yanking it down so dropped to your heels.

“Good girl, looks like you’ve remembered your manners when speaking to me. It’s nice to know I’ve made quite the impact on your behavior since I first met you as an untamable brat.”

You had no room to respond, for as soon as the seethe left his mouth, both of his hands were caressing the globes of your bum—his thumbs inching closer to part your folds.

His hips were moving forward, the reddened took of erect cock rubbing against your entrance as a tease to get you all riled up from agitation.

“Please!” Your voice lilted upwards from the mind-boggling anticipation.

“Alright, alright. Just breathe,”

Draco slipped his cock into your tight hole with an unyielding hold on your backside as leverage. You let out a cry of indescribable pleasure at the renewed sensation, his cock filling you to the brim fulfilling you like no other.

“Oh my fucking god princess. Made for m’cock, I tell you. Made for me.”

Your chest heaved uncontrollably, rocking slowly back into him. He took the hint you were so boldly providing, prepping you with a few ginger thrusts—kind in comparison to what was to come.

You balanced your trembling hands onto the sink that wouldn’t surprise you if it crumbled under the pressure.

And right on cue, he set a hard and heavy hitting pace, rutting into your cunt like a pistol, penetrating your insides in the most deliciously poisoned ways.

He grunted with each pass of his hips, increasing his pace like it was all he had to live for. You met Draco’s impossibly fastening thrusts with your own feeble ones—however, distracted by the feeling of his cock pursing in and out of your cunt.

He muttered his possession of you, marking you as his own albeit he knew that there would come a day where you engage in such activities with someone else.

But never as good—not even close.

“This cunt was mine first. These tits, mine too.” He cupped your breasts that peaked out from your dress in his hands, fingertips glazing over the pebbled nipples that begged for attention. “Every piece of you belonged to me, I’ll claim it just for this one night so you remember who had you first.”

With each syllable of a strangled groan, your whines grew louder and you thanked your lucky stars that you had casted the Silencing charm right when he had walked in, otherwise there’d be a likely chance someone would witness the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the creak of the sink as it’s being pressured into the wall.

“Tell me y/n, how often do you think about me fucking you into every possible surface hm?” He brought you closer to him with a strain of your hips to his. “‘Cause I think about it more often than not.”

“Every time I-” your struggled to get out the phrase, a bout of embarrassment searing across your flesh in heat along with the warmth he was situating you with.

“You what, doll? Say it,”

“Every time I touch myself. I think about you and only you, I promise.”

You could practically feel his snigger piercing into the back of your skull, especially so when he starting bucking upwards into your cunt, his cock stretching you out so nicely.

“I bet you do. Princess, is all you want to be split apart with m’cock like this?”

You failed to conjure an answer for him, though it was lingering right before him leading you to not need to give one.

The vehement jolts of Draco’s hips had your knees concaving inwards, threatening your fall if not for the sturdy hand he stopped you with. “You okay, love?”

“Just shut up, and keep going.”

A bout of confidence sprung through you, regardless of you being in the expectedly polite disposition.

“Of course, there’s always going to be a little bit of brattiness within you that’ll need taming. Luckily, I’m just the one to do it.”

Prepared to put you in your place for your cheek, Draco reached down in front of you to your clit, where his fingernails dragged against the button and with a harsh pinch, you were silenced following a helpless cry of apology.

“S-sorry,”

“‘M sure you are, save your attitude for the next time, okay?”

His implication that there would be a ‘next time’ came so easily to him and to you, it sounded mellifluous in your ears, that neither of you saw anything wrong with the statement.

“M’kay,”

You stuttered hopelessly, the knot forming beneath your navel overtaking your entire lower abdomen just aching to be snapped.

The same happening to the blonde, you felt his thrust become sloppy and his grunts become deeper, a hitch in his throat the tell-tale sign he was approaching that beckoning high along with you.

It was wordless, the lack of hesitation for Draco to cum in your cunt coming as an instinct to him, and you made no move to complain.

His hands gripping your waist, yours holding on for dear life against the sink, you both flickered your eyes shut to allow an array of bursting fireworks to decorate the dark canvas of your closed eyelids.

You saw stars as your bodies shook as one, and your moans blended together like a harmonious choir.

It was all so familiar, yet so new from the loss of it over the past few months. But what you knew to always happen, was the dip of Draco’s lips downward to meet the curvature of your spine, which was arching in tandem with pleasure, and for him to lay his peppered kisses onto the skin as to soothe you when simmering down from the intensity hitting you.

And when he did, your heart swelled like you’d just flown to another cloud nine, this one having you floating in your own headspace.

Catching your breath, you fell limp onto the sink, having to be brought up with assistance by Draco’s muscular stature.

He danced his mouth against the back of your neck, dialogue coming with ease as he smirked unforgivingly onto your skin.

“Hey y/n?”

You met his wink in the mirror with a whispered hum. “Yeah?”

He pulled your dress skirt back down to cover the mess made beneath the fabric, pulling you back onto his chest.

Draco leaned down and mumbled his parting words with a rap of his fingers against your bum.

“You oughta get back to that date of yours, wouldn’t you think? Seems like a real keeper.”

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hpwizardlove · 1 year ago

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never been kissed

Stepbrother!Draco x Fem!Reader. Stepcest, innocence kink, corruption, first time, loss of virginity (hymen mention), praise, a bit of degradation. It’s mentioned/implied that reader is a college freshman (so modern au lol). This is dialogue heavy, oops.

word count: 2k

You let out the air you’d been holding in your lungs when you make it past your parents’ room, easily navigating the dark, familiar hallway. You glance down at your phone, nearly blinding yourself as the screen illuminates, but you blink a few times and manage to read it. 1 am. You should be able to make it in time- your friend said parties usually go until three, easily.

“Hey, kid.” Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of your stepbrother’s voice and you whirl around to find his silhouette standing in the kitchen doorway. Crap.

“Where are you off to?” He asks cooly. You try to act natural.

“O-out.” You cringe at the way your voice wavers, and you immediately give up playing coy. “Please don’t tell mom and dad-“ you flinch as he flicks on the kitchen light, eyes squinting as they adjust. Once they do, you can see him looking you up and down, his brow pinched and a scoff leaving his lips.

“Out? In that?” Your stomach churns nervously, fingers fiddling with the hem of your miniskirt. The outfit is already out of your comfort zone, so his words sting.

“Do you not like it?” You ask softly, eyeing the ground. That earns you another scoff, but before you can be crushed Draco’s stepping towards you.

“Are you kidding me? It looks hot, idiot. And that’s why it’s a problem.” He’s still approaching you, the space between you quickly being reduced to mere inches, and you look up at him with wide eyes, cocking your head.

“What do you m-“ you’re cut off when he leans down and presses his lips to yours, making you gasp. He tastes like mint- toothpaste, you realize distantly- and his thin lips are soft. His tongue feels wet as it confidently swipes inside your mouth. You’ve never been kissed before, certainly not with tongue, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you at the sensation. Embarrassment warms your cheeks as he pulls away.

“You think ‘m gonna let someone else see you like this?” His big hands find your waist, and you- still reeling from the kiss- just stare up at him dumbly. He smirks. “What’s the matter? Never been kissed before?”

You shake your head, and he hums, reaching up to grasp your chin. “Good girl.” You couldn’t say why, but the praise has warm arousal spreading in your belly.

“I-I…” you try to collect your thoughts as he stares down at you, his gaze dark and piercing. “So- I should change?” Draco laughs at you, and your cheeks burn now.

“You’re not going to the party, stupid. You and I can have more fun than a bunch of drunk freshmen.” You realize that you’re staring at his lips now, and your pussy throbs at the way they glisten with your shared saliva.

“By kissing more?” The words come out in a needy breath, and Draco’s smirk grows. His hand snakes around to your lower back, and he pulls you into him, making your breath hitch as his hard-on presses against your abdomen.

“Something like that.” His fingers curl around your wrist in a grip firm enough that you’re sure he can feel your rapid pulse, and he drags you towards the basement. You have to focus hard not to trip over your own feet as you stumble after him.

He has you in the guest bedroom, pressed below him on the mattress, in a matter of moments. You’re thrilled to get his mouth back on you, and somewhat more prepared now, you let your lips slacken, allowing him to venture deeper into your mouth. He still dominates the kiss, and your movements against him are sloppy, your teeth clacking against each other every so often.

One of his hands trails down the curve of your hip and lands on your thigh, hiking up the thin fabric of your skirt. Goosebumps pop up in the wake of his touch as his fingertips ghost along your skin, and he devours the little gasps and whines that spill from your lips eagerly.

Suddenly his touch moves inwards and he’s rubbing firmly over your clothed cunt, tearing a startled moan out of you. He pulls away, grinning, and gazes down at your slack-jawed face hungrily.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Better than when you do it, I bet.” His voice is somewhere between a sneer and a coo, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to arouse you, but it does. You pull your lower lip between your teeth and offer him a nod. He hums.

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, too. Soaked right through your panties. Little slut.” Your eyes widen at his words, but he doesn’t seem angry- it’s actually quite the opposite. He seems almost pleased, if his cocky grin is anything to go by.

He pulls your underwear aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You gasp when he thumbs over your throbbing clit, your hips bucking upwards, chasing his touch.

“Take it easy, princess.” He taunts with a chuckle. “Just stay still. I’ll make you feel good, don’t you worry.” He rubs a slow, tantalizing circle on your sensitive bud before swiping two long digits up your wet slit. “Fuck, thought I’d have to get you ready with my mouth, but I don’t think you need it. Your slutty little pussy’s beggin’ for it.”

“Please.” You gasp out desperately, reaching up and trailing your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, feeling over his toned abdomen. He leans down to kiss you briefly, smirking against your lips.

“And now your slutty little mouth’s beggin’ for it too. I like that.” You want to protest when he pulls his hand away, mourning the loss of touch, until you see where it’s going.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head as, just like that, his cock springs free. He grins goadingly at your reaction.

“Big, huh?”

“B-biggest I’ve seen.” You quip softly, flicking your gaze up to his face. Draco scoffs.

“Brat.” He grips himself at his base and rubs his head through your folds, gathering your moisture. You whine and squirm when he passes over your clit, heart thrumming in your chest with nerves and anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Calm down. You’re fine.” He murmurs almost tenderly, sensing your faint fear. He leans down for another kiss, and you’re surprised at how fast the action has become a great source of comfort. “Just gotta relax and let me in, okay? You can take it. And it’ll feel really good.” He keeps his eyes on you, the blue of them almost entirely eclipsed by black. You nod. “Attagirl.”

Then he’s pushing in- applying just enough pressure that the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back and your fingers curl tightly in his t-shirt where it hangs down from above you. Draco groans as he pushes in, brow pinched with restraint, and the stretch hurts- but just when you’re about to cry out he reaches down and starts those delicious circles back up on your clit.

You relax immediately, earning a low “that’s it”, and with a quick snap of his hips Draco’s pushing through your hymen and sheathing inside you to the hilt. At that you do cry out, but the pain- however hot and intense- is brief, and soon a pleasurable feeling of fullness overwhelms it.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage to choke out, your lungs void of air and your body still tense. Draco’s thumb keeps up its movements on your clit, adding fuel to the fire of your arousal, and when he pulls out to make that first thrust back in, a long moan spills from your lips.

“Yeah.” He moans, mocking yours. “Told you it’d feel good, didn’t I?” He sounds different now- his tone is still teasing, but his voice is strained and lowered. It makes your walls flutter.

He starts up a steady pace, benevolently allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grits out, bracing his elbows on either side of your head, leaving his face close enough to yours that you can feel the hot puffs of his exhales. His thrusts start to pick up speed. “‘M glad I fucking caught you before you left, couldn’t handle it if some other prick had gotten to do this first.”

“Draco-“ his hand clamps over your mouth to cut off your lewd moan, huge palm encompassing the lower half of your face.

“Shhh.” With his reprimand you’re reminded of your parents, asleep just upstairs. He keeps driving into you, his cock spongeing over a spot that has you seeing stars. “As pretty as you sound moaning my name, you’ve gotta stay quiet, kid.”

You nod under his hand and he moves it, leaning down now so his forehead is against yours. That same hand makes its way up under your shirt, and your eyes widen when you realize he’ll discover that you’re not wearing a bra. He must catch on- he huffs out a breathy laugh, but he doesn’t mention it.

As he palms at your breast and pinches at your nipple, adding to your pleasure, you run your hands up his shirt to feel the muscled expanse of his back. Its lightly dampened by perspiration, and the back of your mind makes a note to have him take off his clothes next time, so you can see his glistening skin as he pounds into you.

Before you realize it you’re climbing towards orgasm. Your back is arching and your stomach is tightening, your pussy clenching around Draco’s cock. At the same time, his breathing grows more laborious and his thrusts more sloppy, telling you he must be nearing his own release.

“Getting close, princess?” He gasps out, and your head swims at his gravelly voice. You bobble your head in a sloppy nod.

“Go on, then. Cum for me.” He growls, snapping his hips into yours with a new ferocity. “Cum on your stepbrother’s cock, you dirty fuckin’ thing.” The degrading words send you hurtling over the edge and you barely manage to clap your own hand over your mouth to stifle your moan.

Draco groans lowly at the way you spasm around him in your orgasm, and he’s able to work you through it with a few thrusts before he pulls out to swiftly stroke himself to completion. You watch with rapt attention as he fists quickly at his cock- your body still trembling with your fading orgasm- and eventually spills out over your lower belly and clothed abdomen.

“Fuck.” He finally grits out as the last rope of cum spurts from his tip. He lets go of his cock, the member slapping wetly against his thigh, before collapsing beside you on the mattress. For a moment you both just lay there, catching your breath until you regain the ability to speak.

“Draco?” He offers you a low hum to let you know he heard you. “N-next time we should get naked.” You turn to look at him shyly, finding a glint in his eye.

“Next time?” Your mind floods with doubt at his question, and he must see it in your face, as he lets out a laugh and leans over to kiss you. “I’m messing with you, kid. So long as you’re good, there’ll be plenty of next times.”

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Scabior’s inner response to “getting laid tonight”

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Hey Scabior! This may sound awkward... But may I have your pants? :D

…. *shifty eyes*….. if you pay for ‘em…

…yes…

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Why is he so damn hot…

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Wolfy problem Part 2

Word count: 2,095

Summary: Bill gets turned into a werewolf. Wolves need breastmilk to live. They thrive under thier special breastmilk. Y/N volunteers to be his wet nurse.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, Cum kink, Lactation kink, breeding kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public.

Heading to Bills house was actually a lot of fun. He lives in a cottage by the sea. It's absolutely beautiful. He gave you a quick tour and you sucked him off before you guys went to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the sun rises waking me up. The whole room lite up by the sun. You're curled up into his side. You see the blanket tented again and slip under it.

You take him in your hand caressing him admiring his size. You give it a lick up the shaft. A bead of precum wells at the top of his slit and you lick it off. Moaning at the taste. You ingulf his head in your mouth.

You feel his fingers thread through your hair. "Fuck babygirl, wake me up like this every morning." He moans out as he thrusts himself deeper. "Gonna cum lots for you." He tells you as you feel it spurt out his shaft onto you tongue, the salty taste exploding. You moan at the taste. His spurts taper off and you lick off his cock making sure to get every drop. "Good girl. Cleaning my cock up. You got milk to feed me? I'm really hungry" you pop up from under the blankets.

"Maybe, I was told to take three loads before I started producing." You tell him.

"Lets try then" he says latching on to your tit. Massaging it as he gulps down your milk. You start rubbing you pussy on his thigh. Moaning as you clit brushes againt his thick muscluar thigh with every thrust. His eyes are closed with a peaceful look as he continuously glups down your milk. His cock twitching with every pull his mouth makes on you tit.

"Bill!" You cry out cumming on his thigh soaking it in you slick. His cock leaking precum. His head turning purple. Bill switches tits. You gasp on to his fuck stick. Jerking it as he trusts into your fist. Groaning around your nipple. Before long hes letting out a moan and ropes of cum cover his chest. He unlatches from you tit.

"Your letting my percious cream go to waste, baby. You better be cleaning that up." He tells you his eyes filled with lust and a smirk on his face. You go down licking off his chest. Moaning constantly at the taste as he praises you. "Your milk is the best thing I've ever tasted. I am so happy I get to drink this my whole life,"

"You do like it?" You ask shyly coming up to face him after finishing licking up his cum.

"I love it. I will drink it as much as I can. I will fill your belly with so much cum just so I have to drink from you more." He promises. You two getting up. He walks around the cottage his hard cock swaying around as he moves with confidence. You follow him a little more shy.

"I have to go to work today. Do you have class?" He asks you as he makes you two breakfast.

"No, not today. I have the rest of the week off." You whisper wishing you had his cofindence.

"Okay, you will come to gringotts with me today. Then tonight we have an order meeting."

"Okay, I can bring some homework to do." You offer.

"You won't need that. I'm gonna keep your mouth full of cum all day. I need your tits leaking and achy for me." He tells you plating the food for you. You blush.

You both eat up and hurry getting ready for Bills work. But not before Bill gets another two loads down your throat and pins you against the wall giving you a screaming orgasm. You both arrive at Gringotts late with Bills cock still throbbing.

"Fuck, I have a meeting. Come on." He drags you to a board room. He sits down in the middle of the table. "Come suck my cock. I can't concentrate with it leaking so much prefuck. I need your mouth like a good girl." He tells you.

You feel your panties get wet. You kneel under the table taking his cock in your mouth sucking it. You get drstracted by the massive meat stick in front of you. Enjoying the wieght on your tongue and how it is pouring precum. Bill has his finger laced you your hair. All of a sudden you hear Bill speak.

"The... fuck.... vase.... is .... *groan*...def-*moan*-initely.... cursed." He struggles out. "We... fuck me.... need to.... fuuuuuck" his cum splashing the back of your throat him panting loadly. All eyes are on him as he just leans back in his chair blissed out. "We need to remove each curse layer by layer." He finally gets out.

"Alright, curse breaker Weasley says thats what we need to do. Thats what we will do." A man says clapping his hands. Everyone leaves but the man and Bill.

Bills cock is hard again and hes thrusting it into your mouth.

"How is everything going, Bill? I heard about the bite." The man says clapping Bill on the shoulder.

"It's going actually reather well, Howard. Y/N a friend of my little bothers stepped up to be my wet nurse." Bill says in between thrusts and moans.

"I can see. You gonna marry her man?" Howard asks peeking under the table to get a quick look at you.

"Marry her. Knock her up with my pups. I'm gonna do it all. Fuck... baby girl here it comes." He says with a groan cumming again. "I can't wait till shes round with my pups." He says to Howard blissed out and panting.

"Sounds like the best thing that could have happened. I'll talk to you later man. Gonna find me wife and see if she is willing to suck me off under my desk." Howard says clapping his shoulder again and leaving the room. Bill pulls you up onto his lap and gives you a kiss.

"Your perfect, baby girl." He says pulling your top down. Latching on and suckling. You moan thrusting on his thigh again. "Thats it Y/N take your pleasure from me. Only I will give it to you." He mumbles around your boob. You moan out cumming soaking your panties completely. He unlatches pulling your top up. He stands you up lifting your skirt and pulling down your panties. He taps your leg to get you to step out of them. You do. "I'm gonna keep these." He says standing tucking them into his pocket. He walks to his desk and puts a pillow on the floor under it.

"What will I wear?" You ask confused.

"Your slick on your thighs, sweet girl. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. If your good before the order meeting Ill pump you full of my baby juice and I can watch it drip out of you all meeting." He says as his cock throbbs again. He helps you get under his desk and gets to work.

You suck his cock all day. Surprisingly your jaw not hurting. Maybe his cum has something to do with it. By the end of the day you have sucked down so much cum you've lost count how many loads. Your tits and aching and leaking. Your top is soaked in milk, but you didn't say anything not wanting to bother his workflow. He stands you up seeing tears in your eyes about how sore your boobs are.

"Baby girl, whats the matter?" He asks wiping your tears with his thumbs.

"My tits." You whine pitifully. He looks down.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asks pulling your top down latching on immediately. He gulps down as much as fast as he can. Sitting you down on his lap. Your tits feeling better almost right away.

"I didn't want to bother you." You mumble to him.

"Never is sucking your beautiful tits a bother." He says switching to the other. He gulps the milk down quickly. "We gotta go. We are late for the order meeting."

He drags you after covering your tits with your top again. Not that it covers much because its all wet. You both floo to the burrow. He sits down at the table. Pulling out his cock and pulls you to sit on it.

You look up noticing Hermione shifting around in her seat.

"Need a nice big cock to fill you too." Charlie asks her. She blushes.

"No, just feeling funny." Hermione says. Bill and you watch with interest.

"Well, I have just the thing. Come here you can sit on my lap. I'll make it better." Charlie coaxes. Finally after a while Hermione gets up to walk around the table. Charlie quickly pushes down his sweats under his balls. His cock hitting his abs with a quiet thwack. You can see his sweats have a round dot of pre cum. Hermione blushes seeing his cock when she gets beside him. "Don't worry about him. He will make you feel better." He says to Hermione with a smile.

"Will it fit?" She asks curiously.

"Y/N can fit Bills which is bigger and she is smaller then you. It will fit." Charlie says lifting her on to it. They both moan as it fills her. Bill starts thrusting into you cumming with a moan.

"That was so hot Charlie." He moans out cumming.

"Yeah, having best friends with our cocks in thier pussys. Maybe you should bite me on the full moon and Hermione here will be my wet nurse." Charlie says pulling her against his chest. Hermione blushes looking down.

Harry and Ron both walk in. Harry looks at you and Hermione sitting on Bill and Charlies lap in shock. Ron just turns red in anger. Bill ignoring them both thrusting into you. Charlie is doing baby thrusts into Hermione.

"Bill, Charlie, do you really need to be doing that at a meeting?" Molly asks them.

"Bill gets his cock in Y/Ns pussy. And Hermione was feeling empty. I'm only happy to help her out." Charlie says with a smirk thrusting hard into Hermione causing her to moan out loud. "Thats a good girl." Charlie praises and Hermione moans loudly. You get wetter watching and listening. "You like when I praise you. You gush so much." Charlie says to her.

"So does Y/N. She will turn into a fountain when I praise her and she apparently likes it when you praise Hermione." Bill tells Charlie while still thrusting into you.

"Okay, Bill why are you doing this with Y/N at the table?" Molly says a little taken aback.

"Need to fill her with my pups before the final battle. I don't want her fighting. And if shes either carrying my pups or just given birth she can't fight." Bill says like its the most obvious thing in the world. You cum hard on his cock squeezing the cum out of it. "Uhh Y/N you like the idea of being full with my pups." Bill groans spurts coating your womb.

"Fuck!" You hear Charlie yell cumming in Hermione. "Your best friend being round with my brothers babies turn you on. You want a baby with her." Charlie says cumming in Hermione as she screams his name cumming on him.

The meeting goes on with everyone ignoring Charlie, Hermione, Bill and yourself. You four cumming throughout the meeting. Them understanding that the only way you and Hermione would step out of the fight is if you two are pregnant. You both are too cock drunk to fight it.

You stand up after the meeting. Getting off of Bills cock. His cum spits out of you falling to the ground with a splat. "Hey, I worked hard to put that in you." He teases. Him and Charlie hug while you and Hermione both stand there with a far away look. "You better sleep with her on your cock tonight of she might crash." Bill tells Charlie.

"Your right. I will deal with her come down in the morning" he says.

Bill and you both leave for the cottage. Bill strips you as soon as he walks in and then strips himself. Leaving both your clothes at the door. He pulls you into the kitchen and heats up some food. He them pulls you on to his lap, latching on to you tit suckling while he feeds you. Before long, you both head to bed. He places you on top of him and falls asleep suckling

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Humbly requesting knotting with werewolf bill pleaseeeeee I’m thirsty 🥺

oh god oh jesus oh no oh god oh jesus this got out of hand quickly...

warnings: knotting and a few other a/b/o tropes but technically not a/b/o cause reader is 'normal', semi-werewolf bill (I don't get into the specifics it's porn), size kink and some pain, breeding kink, biting/marking kink

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, but his grip was getting tighter on your thighs; you knew he needed this. It's why you agreed in the first place— but the little fucker kept stalling.

Okay, actually, not a little fucker. That was exactly what was holding him back now: knowing he was anything but little.

"I would never forgive myself, really," he insisted, "if you— if it hurt you. If I—"

"Bill, it's okay," you promised. "I can take it."

You weren't actually totally sure of that; now that you'd seen his cock, and now that you'd read about werewolves and their... mating, you were a bit nervous that he really would ruin you. But you at least wanted to try— and you knew that whatever he needed, you could give. "But if you need me to stop—"

"I know," you sighed, "you'll be the first to know."

He sighed, looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. "You're too good to me," he breathed.

"Hey, just a favour between friends," you insisted, even though it was obviously more than that; he laughed a little, knowing this was beyond the typical bounds of a friendly offering. But you'd been the one to suggest it, when he explained to you how sick he could get if he didn't give in to his breeding instinct, and he had only checked that you really meant it about a thousand times before he agreeing to it.

His cock was already hard, of course; actually, it was throbbing, like it knew what was coming. He'd been struggling to control himself as soon as he smelled you— your cunt, your arousal, he swore he could hear your heartbeat. His body longed to fill you, breed you, claim you, and it was a little more than just his newfound werewolf qualities talking... but he wasn't quite acknowledging that consciously at the moment.

He laid his cock down over your stomach, pressing his base right up to where it would meet you if he was balls deep, and almost snarled at the sight of his tip surpassing your belly button. "S'how deep it's gonna be..." he whispered to you.

You swallowed thickly. "I can fit it. At least I'll try."

He shut his eyes, summoning a few more moments of patience, swearing to himself that he would be gentle with you even if it took more self-control than he felt he had at the moment.

"I-it's okay if you don't want to, with me," you added quickly, nervous with the way he seemed to keep hesitating. "It was just an idea..."

But he was so focused on admiring your body under him, your spread legs and the wet, waiting cunt between them— soft skin, a patient stare on your face; there was a sick little voice in his mind, shouting out from one of the deepest corners ruin, ruin, ruin. He needed you to be his. He knew how dangerous this was; but it nearly killed him last rut, not being able to fuck anything but his hand. He already felt the base of his cock pulsing, ready to swell and knot anything at this point. "I want you," he whispered. "Really fucking bad. Is that okay?"

You bit your lip. "Yeah, that's okay. I want you to do it, Bill— take me. I wanna help you."

He nodded a little, before he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was gentle, shockingly so— that was the last of his human resolve, it felt like. It was the way he imagined he should've kissed you a long time ago, if he wasn't always too nervous to try. You kissed him back, reaching up to gently hold onto his arms. You felt... little. Smaller than usual. Maybe it was your shyness, or maybe it was just that he felt big in times like this.

He pressed his swollen head to your opening, and sighed as he plunged forward. Your nails dug into his skin, but he kept going; you whined against his lips, but he kept going, going going until he was flush against you and your eyes were rolled back in your head. "F-fuck, Bill— s'deep..."

"Fuck," he groaned, lifting you up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close; he needed to feel you everywhere, as much as he could. "Is it hurting you?"

"No, fuck," you promised, holding onto him in return, "just move. I'm ready."

He tried to be slow, really, but it was hard not to just let his animal side take over. With all his patience, he managed to keep it not-quite-rushed but still not delicate either; you whined and hid your face in the crook of his neck, so he kissed the side of your head as he tried to remind himself not to hurt you. "It won't take me long," he assured, thinking that was a good thing in this case since you were probably struggling with it. "I— I haven't at all, since... since it happened. And I need it more than ever."

He saw your bare shoulder, and he shuddered with desire.

"You're so pretty," he breathed, "I want— I wanna bite you. Fuck, is that weird?"

"Do it," you pleaded, baring your neck for him; he was totally helpless to that, and he licked all over your skin before carefully sinking his teeth in. "Fuck! Bill, fuck, I like it— I like when you do that to me..."

He growled and did it again, on your shoulder; he wanted to mark you all over until you could never hide what he'd done to you. "Tell me it feels good," he demanded.

"It feels— oh god, Bill, it feels really fucking good... your cock is— fuck!" you moaned, and he could feel you shaking in his arms.

"I want you to come first," he whispered, "it might make it easier to take. I don't think I'll last much longer..."

He held your hips and tilted them just right, so your clit could grind against the spot above his cock— which was already just about ready to knot you, by the way, but he was holding it back somehow— and he hoped you wouldn't mind that he hadn't done much to tame the wild ginger hairs there.

He almost lost his cool when you started to rub yourself on him, rocking your hips just the way you needed, moaning louder in his ear. All he could've hoped for was that this would satisfy him, but clearly you loved it too, and that made him twice as desperate in an instant. "Fuck, it's coming— the knot," he warned with a gasp. "M'gonna breed you. Fuck. Gonna give you pups."

"Bill," you sobbed, but he couldn't stop talking as he fucked you faster and rougher than ever.

"Gonna be so fucking pretty— so fucking full," he groaned, "full of me. Gonna be mine now."

"Yeah," you panted.

"Gonna be so good for me, m'gonna breed you over and over—"

"Fuck!" you whimpered, and he could feel you pulsing, creaming around him; it was enough to make a growl echo in his chest.

"Mine," he insisted again, "my girl. Say it."

"Yours," you promised, "fuck, I want it— knot me, Bill, breed me—"

He already was, as soon as you said he was yours: the base of his cock filled and he heard your words break into a shaky sob as it pushed you to your absolute limits. He'd imagined he might pull the knot out of you before it got too big, to save you the pain, but now that he was here he had no intentions of keeping it anywhere but safe and warm inside you. "Good girl," he praised, "all fucking mine. Can you feel it? Feel me breeding you?"

You were speechless, just shivering and nodding; he could feel your tears, they were running down his chest as you pressed your face against him, and he should've felt guilty for how much he loved it.

Still, a bit of sanity was returning now that his knot was inside you, his come filling you— and not a drop of it would go to waste, with him keeping you plugged like this.

He held tighter onto you and laid you back on the beg again, kissing your tear-stained face.

"Tell me you're okay," he requested quietly, and you just nodded. "I'm sorry, I— not everything I said was— you won't get pregnant, there's a potion for it."

You smiled a little. "It's fine."

"It's fine, as in, it's fine that I said it, or... it's fine, you won't take the potion?"

Your wide, teary eyes looked up at him, and he figured he might have said too much, but he couldn't find the heart to take it back. "Would you... I mean, would you let me—?"

"Would I let you have my baby?" he chuckled. "It's your choice."

"That's... a pretty big favour for a friend," you mumbled, and he laughed before he nuzzled his face against yours.

"How about if I'm in love with you? What then?" he whispered. "And if you loved me to? Maybe we could..."

"Yeah," you breathed, "okay. Maybe."

He purred happily as he kissed one of your tears away. "Good," he said, "because I think when this knot goes down, we might have to start all over."

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Wolfy problem Part 1

Word count: 909

Summary: Bill gets turned into a werewolf. Wolves need breast milk to live. They thrive under their special breastmilk. Y/N volunteers to be his wet nurse.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, Cum kink, Lactation kink.

Lying in bed bitten by Greyback knowing he is going to turn into a wolf. You are standing with the Weasleys. Fleur has left knowing what this means. The healer explaining to everyone how Bill will have to live from now on.

"Wolves have to drink breast milk if they want to survive. Some wolves get wet nurses but its better if they have someone to live with them and feed thier cum to. Feeding thier cum will allow the witch to produce a breast milk especially for them. This will allow them to thrive better. They will be less unbalanced and destructive during the full moon." The healer explains.

"What do we do then?" Mrs. Weasley asks shocked.

"Find a witch who wouldn't mind lactating for Bill for the rest of his life. He will live a long and happy life with that." The healer says with a shrug.

"Where do we find that?" Mrs. Weasley asks with a wail.

"I would be willing, Mrs. Weasley." You offer.

"You have your whole life ahead of you and school, Y/N. You can't do that." Mrs.Weasley says.

"Yeah, I can. I can take my test outside of looking after Bill. I can floo back and forth for my classes. It's not a big deal." You say not minding. In your mind you are licking your lips at the thought of having a hot man that needs you to live.

"If your sure Y/N?" Mrs. Weasley checks again.

"I am."

"Come right this way Y/N. You can start sucking his cock now. You will need at least three of his loads a day to produce milk. If you have his children you will just produce more milk then you normally do for him. More milk you need for him more you need to suck his cock." The healer explains to you.

You see the blanket tenting at his waist. You lick your lips pulling the blanket down showing his massive cock to the world. Its massive, and angry. His purple head bobbing. Precum stringing from his abs to the slit in his head. You take his head in your mouth. The salty taste bursting on you tongue.

You look up he is still asleep. You bob up and down taking him deep in your mouth all of a sudden his hand grabs your hair and pushes you down, taking him in your throat. Causing you to choke. He fucks your mouth. You look up he is still sleeping. You can feel his cock expand and he cums. You gulp it down. There is so much cum. It takes you a good minute to finally swallow it all down. Its creamy and salty. You love the taste.

His eyes flicker open. "What happened?" He asks.

"You were attacked by a werewolf. Y/N offered to be your personal wet nurse." The healer tells him .

"You did? You know what you need to do?" He asks.

"Yeah, already started. I just need to suck your cock two more times, then I should start producing for you." You tell him with a smile.

You see his cock reharden and start throbbing. He rubs it gently while the healer keeps talking telling him everything he needs to know about his new disorder.

You slip over taking it in your mouth. Feeling the weight on your tongue. He grabs your hair in his hands to hold your head and thrusts into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is so good. Ug. Such a good girl. " He moans out.

You feel yourself getting slick. You bring your fingers down to your clit. You start flicking your clit with your fingers.

"Fingers out of your cunt. That cunt is now mine." Bill growls still thrusting into your mouth.

You whine. He groans at the vibrations in your throat.

"You will get your pretty cunt filled just you wait." Bill groans out. "Fuck, almost there..... take my seed." He cums spirts down your throat. Just as much as the last time and the same consistency.

"Did you always cum this much?" You ask licking the cum off his cock and licking your lips off.

"I did cum a lot but not that much. The wolf definitely makes me cum a lot." Bill tells you with a smile. "Now, come here. You deserve some cock filling you up."

He pulls you close to him. He sits up putting you both in doggie. He slowly pushes his cock into your heat. You moan feeling fuller.

"Good girl." He says starting to pound you.

"Bill, how are you feeling?" His mom asks. He doesn't stop thrusting into you and doesn't lose his punishing rhythm.

"I'm doing alright. Y/N will make sure I feel good. She will never let me go without." Bill says in between moans.

"Yes, she will. Should we get her food?" Mrs. Weasley asks him like nothing is going on.

"No, she has lots of protein in her belly." Bills says. He rubs your clit and you moan squirting your cum all over his balls and cock. "Fuck....F-fuck....Here is comes baby girl." He stutters cuming into you. You can feel his cum blasting into your womb.

You collapse under him. He rolls to his side and pulls you into his chest to cuddle.

"Are you sure you both don't need food?" Mrs.Weasley asks.

"No, Y/N and I are just going to take a nap." Bill says still panting.

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Hi! I was thinking about sub Sirius Black x reader hybrid au (Sirius is a dog hybrid and reader is a human or maybe a cat hybrid)

Thank you!

YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA. HOW. MUCH. I. LOVE. HYBRID. AUS. i was trying to wait for multiverse monday, i really was, but this was too good

no really!! quick little scream session here, because it's my all time favorite au, and i've written over 300K words for it over various fics!! i started writing hybrid aus back in 2017, and literally have been obsessed ever since!! the ones i'm most proud of are more recent, of course, as my writing gets better with time, but i've written all sorts of hybrid aus and i'm so happy to bring my hybrid agenda to tumblr! i've literally never seen a single soul write hybrid aus for the marauders, i've been looking high and low bc i'm so starved for content but no one writes them so i always decide to just do it myself :') i feel like it would be an obvious concept seeing as sirius is literally a dog. james is literally a deer. remus is literally a wolf. but nOPE literally no one does that shit and it's a fucking crime >:( the hybrid species i've written for before are dog, cat, snake, bat, bunny, fox, deer, wolf, armadillo (fit to a specific character as an obscure!hybrid au), coyote, tiger, bird, you name it, i've written it :D i would def share my AO3, but i have a feeling that like only one or two of you would be interested in the fandom, so i'm not gonna bother :') but like i guess if fandom doesn't matter to you, and you're just starved for hybrid content, lmk and i can share my stories!! they’re usually around 20K words or below :) I’m working on about 5146514 new ones but who fucking knows when those will come out LMFAO

also ig if you’ve never heard of hybrid aus before it’s basically a human that has some animal features, so like a dog hybrid often has ears/tail or shares similar traits to dogs. it’s not in any way bestiality, that’s way past my boundaries and i’d never write anything like that, it’s actually in the section of my navi about what i’m not willing to write. the hybrid character is still a consenting human, they always have the brain of a human or else the entire concept would go to shit. at most it’s like advanced pet play, where any added ears and tail are just real and functioning, but they’re always human besides those features. since sirius can already turn into a dog, like i mentioned before, he’s like a prime candidate for this au, this is basically just him if the ears and tail were permanent :) if you’re not into this, literally just don’t read it :) it’s very easy :)

anyways!! on to the blurb!! this post is 18+, minors dni.

okay but just think about dog hybrid sirius who waits all day for you to come home from work and he’s feeling extra needy and so he’s super sensitive and he’s smelling you literally everywhere like the couch? you sit there a bunch and he can smell you there, it’s driving him crazy so he sits on the patio instead. but the patio? all of the flowers out there contribute to your scent so it’s even worse. he heads into the kitchen but he catches some notes of vanilla or cinnamon or peaches or cherries or whatever the fuck food you smell like and he’s literally hunched over from how pained he is trying to hold himself together

he finally flees to the only room in the house that he hasn’t tried yet, but realizes that it’s the bedroom and that the bed is literally covered in your scent. he finally just gives up, face plants onto the bed and breathes it in

He’s achingly hard, his dick is literally straining in his sweatpants and he can feel his ears pressed down on his head from how painful it is and he’s whining and whimpering and writhing on the bed trying to be a good boy and not touch himself

he barely lasts ten seconds before he’s caving, and he curls under the covers so that literally all he can smell is you. he’s palming himself through his pants because he’s trying so hard to be good but it’s so hard and he’s so hard but he knows that you’ll be home soon and he just wants a reward for being so good

you’re actually a little late coming home from work and you’re already holding a meatlovers pizza as an apology and ready to brace yourself because sirius is such an excited puppy all the time and he usually jumps all over you when you get home but then you open the door and there’s no one there :(

you’re super worried bc !! your puppy is always there to greet you !! what happened !! so you call out for him and you hear him call your name from the back bedroom so you put all of your stuff down and go to greet him. you expect to see a big pillow fort or something, some elaborate scheme that he’s concocted that would have made it difficult for him to answer the door but you find him curled up on the bed instead

you realize quickly that his pained whimpers aren’t because he’s been injured or anything, but because he’s needy, and you carefully sit on the edge of the bed where he’s looking up at you pleadingly

he’s barely able to whine your name and haul himself over to you, but as soon as he’s in your lap he’s all over you, his head is buried in your neck and his hands are pawing at your waistband and you can feel his tears slowly dripping onto your skin

you decide to take some pity on him, clearly seeing that he was a good boy while you were gone and never really touched himself, bringing one hand up to rub his ears while the other guides his hips to rock against your own

he realizes what you’re doing and finally starts grinding against you, the entire time he’s whining and whimpering and crying about how much it hurts and how much he missed you and how much he needs you and it barely takes him any time at all to be shaking against you, teeth sinking shakily down into your neck as he tries stabilizing himself

you know it’ll leave one hell of a mark in the morning and you’re not looking forward to covering it up before work tomorrow but it feels so good so you just let him, and you continue rubbing his ears until he finally lets go, slumping all of his weight against you and screaming as he falls victim to his orgasm

he’s still whimpering and shaking and sniffling by the time he’s ridden it all out, though, and you just sit with him, cooing about how good he’s been, how he’s your good boy, how he’s your best boy and he lets a shaky smile slip over his face, eyes drooping as he lets himself snooze on your shoulder

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hi!!! Congratulations on 1k btw, well deserved! So the idea is the reader and sirius are having seggs but the marauders come in the dorm room? And instead of stopping he just keeps on going while making conversation 😩😩😩😩 thank youu

Today is thotty thursday! Send me some horny thoughts (only if you're 18+) and join us in whoresville!

fuckoyufuckyouuckyou this is the hottest shit oh my god i'm sweating - also i started this thinking it was gonna be straight to the point and short and then i just kept adding elements so i hope you enjoy it bc i sure as hell did

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Your back was arched up off of the bed, mouth open as soft moans spilled from between your lips. Sirius’s hips were pistoning slowly back and forth into you, pace agonizingly slow and thrusts deliciously deep. He leaned closer to you, breath hot on your face as he groaned, “Fuck, Y/N, y’got the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever felt,” He gripped your hips, rocking his own even further into you as your legs spread further and further apart on instinct.

He noticed you lifting your hips up slightly, letting his hands travel south to rest under your ass, fingers squishing and kneading at the skin while keeping your hips elevated. Your cunt positively throbbed at the new angle, his cock grating blissfully at your insides, skin on skin contact everywhere you needed it the most.

You were too in the zone to hear footsteps thundering towards the door, but Sirius lazily sat up, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before he straightened and looked to the door.

The action didn’t register itself in your brain as being odd until the door swung open and James rushed in, Remus lazing trailing behind him, both of them hesitating slightly when they saw you. You did the same when you saw them, gasping and grabbing Sirius’s arms, not sure what the leverage was supposed to help you manage but happy to have it regardless.

“Pads, is this a bad time, or-” Remus lingered by the door, one hand on James’s arm who was looking intently at you, eyes darkening, Remus pulling him back into the doorway.

“Nah,” Sirius drawled, cock still stuffing you and short circuiting you from the inside out, “You’re fine. Prongs,” Sirius diverted James’s attention away from your weeping cunt, “Practice go good?”

James stalked hesitantly forwards, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Sirius, taking in your petrified arousal, “Yeah. Fuckin’ tired, wanna just relax.”

“Why don’tcha come and watch, then?” Sirius offered, smile more wolfish than Remus’s had ever been as he beckoned his friends over, “Look’t her. So far gone,” You felt your head swirling with a mixture of trepidation and bliss, too fucked out to care that James’s eyes were roaming your bare chest, or that Remus’s gaze had locked onto the dark bruises sucked into your neck.

“Bet she can’t even think straight,” Remus muttered, reaching out to run a soft hand over your cheek, resting the back of it against your forehead, “Jus’ waitin’ for you t’do whatever y’want.”

The phrase darkened Sirius’s eyes, sadistic smirk curling even further onto his face, “Y’know, I think you’re right. How’bout we see how long she lasts?”

You let out a soft whine, Remus’s hand still cupping your cheek as you leaned into the touch. James’s eyes flickered up from your soft breasts and swollen nipples to your eyes, glazed over from how fucked out you’d become.

“Think she’s already close,” Sirius muttered, lifting your hips up more and driving his cock into you even harder, hitting the absolute deepest spot inside of you. You felt your breath hitch and your thighs began twitching, straining with the effort of containing your orgasm.

“C’mon Y/N,” James cooed, one hand gripping your ankle while Remus’s traveled down your side to grab the other one, the two of them yanking your legs apart further so that you were speared on Sirius’s cock, “Y’can do it.”

You felt tears burn at your eyes, lashes wetting and sticking together as your lower lip quivered. The coil in your tummy was wound so tightly that you thought you’d snap with the pressure, but then you felt soft circles being traced along the insides of your thighs, Remus’s hand resting on the soft skin and administering a pinch here and there, James’s focused more on grating his nails against your flesh. The gentle touches combined with the relentless pounding of Sirius’s cock into your sweet spot had you tumbling over the edge, all three sets of eyes in the room intently staring at your trembling cunt.

Sirius cursed lowly as you squirted around him, lewd squelching sounds sounding as you came, staining the bedsheets from how much you’d produced all at once. Everything came crashing down around you, and the intense bliss that had burned in your belly only seconds before was turned into a fiery stinging sensation, traveling through your body just the same as your orgasm had. It had you whimpering in the boy’s grip, thighs shaking as tears finally spilled over your cheeks. You shot upright, hands coming to frantically push away all of the stimulation you were receiving. Sirius kept your hips raised while you finally rode out the last wave of your orgasm, leaving his hands under your ass and rendering them useless to do anything else. Remus helped ease you off of Sirius’s cock, James keeping your tear-stained cheeks cupped in his hands as he smiled softly at you.

You let the boys shimmy you up the bedsheets again, laying your head on the pillow and letting you hang your thighs loosely over the edges of the bed. You heard Sirius shuffle into the bathroom to get a towel, and stared up blearily at James and Remus’s smiling faces as they peered down at you.

“Y’put on one hell of a show, Y/N,” Remus spoke lowly, a soothing timbre to his voice that had your chest swelling with warmth at the pride.

James only nodded eagerly, pants tightening as his dick hardened in his boxers, “Never knew y’squirted like that, honey.”

“She never has before,” Sirius chuckled, peering down at you with a proud grin, “Maybe we’ll have to do this more often, she clearly likes showin’ off.”

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hi mei, for mvm can you do stepbro!remus fucking you in front of his friends, thank you xx

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest, don't like don't read)

"Hey, hey!" Remus hisses, trying to keep his voice low and devoid of irritation. He doesn't want to scare you, but his nerves are on edge, "Keep quiet, dovey. Can't let anyone hear you."

You're trying, you really are. But Remus's cock is your weakness, and the way that he drags it along your insides in steady, hard-hitting thrusts makes your brain shut down and your vocal cords sing.

"Sirius," Remus snaps his head up, hissing at the dark-haired man, "Shut 'er up."

"Here, love," Sirius simpers, sticking his fingers in your face, "Y'gotta shut up, 'cause if we get caught, we can't do this anymore. And you don't want to get caught, do you?"

You shake your head, gladly welcoming Sirius's long fingers between your lips. You suckle eagerly on them, and James readjusts his pants at the sight. He's keeping watch by the door, and he really wishes it was his turn to help Remus today.

"We good?" Remus asks James, brows raised as he keeps his hips rolling.

James nods, one ear against the door as the other strains to hear your muffled whimpers, "Yeah, mate. Just don't do that thing with'er clit again. If she screams, they'll know."

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First Time // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: At the beginning, you were simply four friends but how was it that you all became more than this?

A/N: This has been requested so many times so I hope everyone enjoys the reader’s first time with the Marauders!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, foursome, fluff, dom/sub undertones, loss of virginity (reader’s first time), first kiss, blindfolds, intense, multiple orgasms, creampie, vaginal fingering, discussion of masturbation, wanking, anxiety, friends to lovers, praise kink, size difference, overstimulation

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10 Things I Hate About You

Sirius Black x Evans!Reader

Lily Evans isn't allowed to date. Not until her big sister does. At least, James Potter thinks so. What better way to rectify this than to get Sirius to date her. That shouldn't be hard, right?

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Lily Evans was not allowed to date. At least that was what James believed. He believed the reason she wouldn't date him was because of her sister.

Her crazy twin sister who was a loner freak. She was pretty, sure. Just as pretty as Lily. But she was abrupt, aggressive and, quite frankly, scared most people off. She was unashamed in voicing her opinions, not giving a crap on what anybody thought.

Lily Evans wasn't allowed to date because Y/N Evans wasn't dating. It wasn't a jealousy thing, it was a protective older sister thing.

"You don't need to waste you time on the guys at this school, Lils. You should just be focusing on your studies and getting the best grades you can," she said as she sat, stretched out on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, book open in her lap.

Lily let out a huff and returned to her homework. She knew there was no point arguing with her sister. And, it wasn't even like she wanted to date anybody, it just would have been nice to have the option. Especially when James Potter ramped up the flirting.

James Potter. He stared at her across any room they were both in. Pranks had gone wrong because he was too busy staring at Lily.

He'd asked her out several times. But her answer was always the same. She always turned him down and blamed Y/N.

So, James had to come up with a solution. He liked Evans, so damn much, he just had to get her sister out of the way.

Moony would never go for it. He was already sort of friends with Y/N. Academic rivals who had found friendship. They compared homework, attempting to correct each other. Which worked out great for James, Sirius and Peter.

Peter. Y/N would never go for him. Especially not after she'd caught him peaking into the girls hanging room after quidditch practice.

That left James with one last friend: Sirius. And might have well as been perfect for the job.

Sirius accepted. If it finally got James with Evans, he'd do it. Plus, Y/N was a challenge. If he managed to date her, he'd hate dated the biggest bitch in Hogwarts.

Of course, Sirius had the impossible task of getting her to agree to go on a date with him first.

On Sirius' first attempt, he waited leaned against the wall beside the doorway into charms. It wasn't a class they shared, and Sirius only knew where she was because he'd asked Lily.

So, he'd skipped his own class and waited outside of hers.

The girls in Y/Ns year giggled and batted their eyelashes at Sirius as the walked past. He flashed that ever charming smile, but that was the only attention he was going to give them. They weren't the one he was looking for.

"Hey," Sirius said as Y/N walked past.

She spared him a single glance and kept walked, not answering him.

It was a good thing thing Sirius was a persistent person. He followed Y/N away from her classroom, towards Muggle studies. "You got muggle studies?" He asked.

Y/N snorted. "What do you think?" She mumbled. "Haven't you got any classes whatsoever?"

"I might," he replied, leaning against the wall.

Y/N finally turned to look at him. She wouldn't admit it, but she noticed it, noticed his rolled up sleeves, his loose tie, the way he wasn't wearing his robes.

Sirius Black was undeniably attractive, sure, but Y/N wasn't looking to date. And good facial features weren't the only thing that mattered to her. So far, Sirius was all aesthetically pleasing facial features.

"I might want to stay here and walk to you."

Y/N scoffed and walked into Muggle Studies, leaving Sirius where he was.

***

"I'm telling you, James, she doesn't want me. She wants nothing to do with me," Sirius said as they lounged around in the common room.

James shook his head. "Come one, Padfoot. Every girl wants you, so why doesn't she?"

Before this whole ordeal, Sirius had wanted Y/N, but it was in the same way he wanted every girl. It meant nothing and the feeling would pass as soon as something had happened between them. But the more she rejected him, the more he wanted her.

So, with the help of Remus, the boys devised a plan. They were going to throw a party in the common room. And if Y/N and Lily came, and Lily saw Y/N with Sirius, maybe James might have a chance.

They spent the afternoon preparing everything, getting records together and sneaking alcohol into the grounds. Using the tunnel that led to the shrieking shack, Sirius and Remus managed to get to Hogsmeade. From there it was easy enough to by something to drink and get it back to the castle.

By the time the Gryffindors got back from dinner, the boys had the party in full swing. All that was missing was people.

It didn't take much to convince people to join their party. First, second, third and fourth years were ushered up to bed, since the marauders didn't want to be responsible for a bunch of drunk Fourteen year olds.

It was Peters job to make sure they stayed upstairs while everybody else partied. Sirius' job was handing out the drinks and Remus' job was to keep things rolling while James flirted with Lily.

Y/N was one of the last to make it back from dinner. Her sister had gotten to the common room first, and was already sat on the couch beside Marlene McKinnon, drink in hand.

Once Y/N walked into the common room, she scoffed and went to make her way up to her bedroom.

But Sirius caught her, getting in her way and handing her a drink. "Stay for a while," he said over the music and the chatter. "Have some fun with your housemates."

"I'm busy," said Y/N as she stared at him.

Sirius insisted, pushing the drink into her hand. "One drink, that's all I ask," he said. "Just one drink."

Reluctantly, Y/N took it. But one drink turned onto two, and two drinks turned into three. Soon Y/N was dancing on the table to the Queen records Sirius had put on.

Other students gathered around, laughing and watching as she danced. But Sirius could see it, see her slipping and falling from the table. So, he strode over, pushing his way passed the other Gryffindors, who let him pass without protest, and grabbed a hold of Y/Ns hands.

"Let's get you some air," he called over the noise.

"But I'm having fun!" Y/N shouted back, throwing her head back as she swayed from side to side. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Sirius practically pulled her from the table. He wrapped his arms around her, leading her out of the common room.

Sneaking through the halls of the castle was hard enough on a full moon. But, with a drunk Y/N Evans clutching onto his arm, it was damn near impossible.

Sirius hid her in an alcove with him, holding his fingers to her lips as Slughorn came past. Y/N let out a giggle and licked Sirius's finger, but he quickly placed his hand over her mouth.

Once Slughorn was gone, it was easy enough to get Y/N outside. Sirius walked her down to the Black Lake, sitting her down against a tree. "How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting down beside her.

Y/N let her head fall against his shoulder. "My head feels fuzzy," she complained, shutting her eyes.

"That's because you've had too much to drink." Sirius pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out. He put one between his lips and lit it.

As soon as Sirius took the first puff, Y/N reached for the cancer stick. He gently batted her hand away, wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "You'll throw up if you smoke this," he said and Y/N just nodded his head.

***

She didn't want to talk about it.

Some Gryffindors laughed as they passed her in the hall, but Y/N's harsh glare was enough to shut them up.

She hid herself away in the library, in the darkest corner as she read through books. For one she wasn't studying, reading for the pleasure of it.

When somebody walked towards her, Y/N turned away.

When Sirius Black walked towards her, Y/N scoffed and shoved her nose deeper into her book. If there was one person she didn't want to talk to, it was the person that got her drunk.

He sat opposite her, drumming his black nails against the desk. "How you feeling today?" He asked, using his finger to lower Y/N's book.

She glared and lifted it back up. "Go away, Sirius."

"I'll go away," Sirius replied, "If you go to Hogsmeade with me."

Again, Y/N scoffed. But this time she stood up and walked away from him. She checked her book out of the library and strode out, all while Sirius watched her go.

Goddamn he wanted her.

He needed Remus's help.

Sirius met his friend in the Gryffindor common room. "We need to do something," he said as he paced in front of the fire place.

Remus was sat back, looking cool, calm and collected. Of course he was, he had virtually no part in this whole Lily and Y/N plan. "Do you think it's really fair that you're chasing her just so that James can date her sister?"

Stopping his pacing, Sirius stared at his friend. He wanted Y/N Evans and he wanted her bad.

Remus let out a sigh. "Have you ever noticed that she's always reading these romance novels?"

"So?"

"You'll need to do some sort of gesture, something big and romantic," Remus replied, running his hands through his hair.

Some big, romantic gesture, huh? Sirius could do that.

***

Y/N had never received a howler before. Never, not in her entire life. With her parents being Muggles, they didn't know how to send them. So, when the owl dropped the red envelope into Y/N's lap, her sister stared at her. "Who on earth sent you that?" Asked Lily as Y/N picked it up.

She shrugged her shoulders and unsealed it. Immediately, the red envelope and letter inside became a mouth. A mouth that started singing. "Oh my god," Y/N mumbled, hiding her face from everybody else in the great hall, eating their breakfasts. She'd never been this embarrassed in her life, not even when she'd gotten incredibly drunk last week.

The Howler sang Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen as Sirius came and sat opposite her, smirking with his ring covered hands clasped together. "This is from you, isn't it?" Y/N asked over the singing.

Instead of answering, Sirius climbed up onto the table. He sang along with the howler, kicking dishes of food away from the table. And, when the song was over, he held out his hands towards her. "Y/N Evans, will you go out with me?"

The embarrassment had turned into laughter. As embarrassing as it was, Y/N loved it. It was amazing. It was the most Sirius Black thing in the world.

But Y/N didn't get to answer him, not when Professor McGonagall came striding towards him and pulled him from the table. He waved at Y/N as he was dragged away to detention.

"What on earth," Lily muttered, shaking her head as Y/N stood up from the table.

"I don't know, Lils," Y/N said and ran office.

She knew exactly where to find Sirius. McGonagall had him in her office, writing line while she watched over him.

Y/N knocked on the door and waited for McGonagall to let her in. When she shouted, Y/N strode into the office. "Hey, Professor. As a Muggleborn student, I have some questions," she said and walked over to the window, pulling McGonagall's attention away from Sirius.

It took Sirius a moment to catch on. So, Y/N kept talking, kept holding McGonagall questions. "So, do how do Muggleborn students come to be?" She asked.

Sirius's eyes went wide. He stood carefully pushing his chair back while McGonagall was turned around.

But she went to turn back. "Like, do I have a magical family member from a few generations ago?" She asked as Sirius tiptoed towards the door. "And, how come Lily and I are both magic but our sister isn't?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Evans," McGonagall said, keeping her eyes on her as Sirius made it out of the door. Y/N got herself ready to run. "But I don't have time for this right now. Can't you see I'm busy?"

"You're right, Professor. I'm sorry," Y/N said and swiftly walked out of the office.

She got away quickly, before McGonagall could call her back and ask about Sirius's whereabouts. Y/N wasn't sure, anyway. Sirius was long gone by the time she got out of the office.

Suddenly, Sirius appeared out of nowhere. He strode forward and tapped Y/N on the shoulder. She turned quickly, ready to tackle her attacker, but when she saw Sirius, she relaxed. She went to say something, but he beat her to it. "Meet me on the astronomy tower later," he said and walked off again.

***

James walked towards Lily and placed his arms around her shoulders. "Word on the street is your sister is seeing Sirius," he said as they walked.

Lily didn't remove his arm, but she didn't give him the time of day, either. She just kept walking, as though James wasn't there. "So, now that your sister is dating, how about I take you on a date?"

"A date, James, really?" Lily asked, finally pushing his hand away.

James nodded his head. "If Y/N is dating, why can't you?"

Letting out a huff, Lily turned to face him. "Okay, if I go on one date with you, will you finally leave me alone?" She asked and James nodded.

One date. All he needed was one date.

***

Y/N made her way up to the astronomy tower. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a knitted sweater, keeping herself warm as she walked through the castle.

Sirius was already up the astronomy tower, a picnic set up in front of him. He had the blanket, the basket, a candle surrounded by food. It was simple food, sandwiches and snacks.

"Wow," Y/N whispered as she walked over to him.

Sirius grinned and spread his arms. "Surprise," he said and sat on one side of the blanket, gesturing for Y/N to sit opposite him.

She took her seat and Sirius passed her a biscuit. "So, what is the deal with James and my sister?" She asked as she leaned back, looking across the castle grounds.

Sirius shook his head. "He really likes her," he said and ran his fingers through his hair.

Y/N let out a snort. "I think the whole school knows that."

"No, I think the whole school knows that I like you," Sirius muttered with a smirk.

They spoke the whole evening long. Even once the food had been eaten and they were comfortably full, Y/N and Sirius stayed where they were, talking about their lives. Y/N learned about his home life and just how shitty it was. She told him about being Muggleborn and how spiteful her sister was.

They were sat beside each other, Y/N leaning against him as he watched the stars. "So, why don't you date?" Sirius asked her. "You're gorgeous, I know so many guys that would be so happy to be in my position right now, so why am I the lucky guy?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "I've just always wanted to be more focused on my studies," she said.

Suddenly Sirius placed his finger under chin and tipped her towards him. He kissed her, slowly gently, eyes closed as his lips moved against hers. He tasted of smoke and mint, the taste intoxicating. Y/N couldn't get enough.

She ran his fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Sirius let out a whine and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. He couldn't stop the smile crossing his face as they just sat there.

There were footsteps, making their way up towards them. Y/N and Sirius pulled away to look at who was approaching.

"Lily," Y/N said as she stood, moving away from Sirius. "What're you doing up here?"

And then James appeared behind her. He grinned when he saw the two of them, both of them breathless. "Thanks, mate," he said as he and Lily came up the stairs.

Y/N stared at Sirius. "What does he mean?" She asked, picking up her things. "Sirius, what does he mean by that?"

"Y/N, listen, you've got to understand-"

But that was enough for her. Y/N turned on her heel and walked away from him, running down the steps and back to the common room.

Sirius spent the next few weeks trying to speak to her. He waited outside of her classrooms and tried to corner her in the common room, but Y/N marched away from him, a furious look on her face.

She was furious. Furious that Sirius had just asked her out for James' benefit, furious that she had fallen for him.

She was hurt, incredibly hurt.

She hated the way she felt around, the way he made her heart flutter. She hated the way his gaze heated her cheeks, hated the way her hand felt in his. She hated the way he smelt like cigarettes, hated the way he tasted of smoke and mint, and hated the way she loved it. She hated that he'd taken her on her first ever date and hated the way she loved it. But, most of all, she hated the way she didn't hate him.

Y/N sat in the common room, reading her book. She was constantly looking around, making sure Sirius didn't appear in front of her.

Suddenly, a couple of books appeared on the table in front of her. They were held together by a piece of twine, held together in a neat bow. Beneath the bow was a small note, her name written on it. Y/N grabbed a hold of it and turned it around.

'Forgive me? - S'

Y/N looked across the common room, meeting his gave. She gave him a quick nod and went back to her book, a grin splitting across her face.

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