#lilys microfics

[shares-a-vest]

'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

[marauders-bs]

Regulus & Dorcas microfic

Okay. First things first, Regulus Black is fine.

He's fine. Everything that just happened meant nothing to him at all. So what if Lily likes girls? It doesn't mean anything to him. He couldn't care less.

So what if the way she described Mary felt like he felt at James? It didn't mean he was in love with James. It meant nothing, nothing at all.

"Reg? You alright?"

It's just Dorcas. She's standing on the staircase to the Astronomy tower where Regulus comes to stargaze. "Fine," he calls back. "Everything is perfectly fine."

He can literally feel her raised eyebrow, even if he's not looking at her.

"Bullshit," she says plainly.

Regulus sighs. "Dorcas, did you know girls can like girls?"

Her footsteps pad over to him, and he looks over to her. Her hair is tucked into a bonnet and she's makeup-less. She looks tired and puzzled.

"Reg, you know I like girls, right?"

He stares at her, shocked.

"You didn't," she sighs. "Well, I do. Never fancied on a guy in my whole damn life. And Dora and I have a bet going on how long it'll take Barty and Evan to realize they're gay for each other."

Barty and Evan?

"What's brought this on?" Cas asks, sitting down beside him.

He thinks about saying nothing, briefly, but Dorcas knows him too well. "Lily likes Mary," he says. "They're dating, I think."

"They are," she supplies.

"I didn't know you could do that," Regulus whispers, and he can feel every emotion he's ever suppressed flood him at once, all the feelings just errupt inside him, and he doesn't know what to do but collapse into Dorcas's arms. He feels the tears on his cheeks and he didn't ask them to be there, and he still doesn't know why.

"Oh, Reg," Dorcas says, holding him. She's not judging him, not calling him weak, not doing anything but accepting him. It's so foreign that the tears only fall harder. "Who is it?"

He doesn't offer an answer, and she doesn't ask for one. They just sit there with just the stars and Regulus's tears to keep them company.

[uhhlifeig]

History of Magic Classroom - Nov. 9 - word count: 273 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius Black slouched in his seat, trying not to yawn. 

History of Magic was supposed to be about epic duels and wizarding heroics, not sleep-inducing monologues that could knock out even the most enthusiastic Ravenclaw.

But who needed exciting lessons when Remus Lupin was sitting just inches away? 

With a sly grin, Sirius leaned over and pushed a folded piece of parchment onto his kinda-boyfriend’s desk.

Remus glanced at him, one eyebrow raised, before unfurling the note.

Moony, would you rather fight a goblin with a bad attitude or go on a date with me? Circle one.

The other boy rolled his eyes. He circled goblin with a bad attitude and shot the note back without missing a beat.

Sirius’ jaw dropped theatrically. Oh, he thinks he’s clever, does he? 

He wrote back furiously.

Rude. But understandable. I’ll try harder. How about this- would you rather listen to Binns’ lecture for an hour or go on a date with me?

When Remus sent the note back with still Binns’ lecture and a tiny, infuriating wink, the noiret let out a gasp so loud that Lily Evans turned around, glaring like she was ready to hex him into next Tuesday.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, giving her his most innocent smile. She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

Turning back to his parchment, Sirius scribbled another note, determined to win this ridiculous game.

You’re going to break my heart, Moony. One more: would you rather eat a slug, or snog in the library later?

Remus pretended to write painstakingly slowly before flicking the note back with a barely contained laugh.

Library. But don’t be late.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James Potter learned his passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

August 19th - Magic - @jegulily-microfics - word count 259 - CW: drunk character

James was drunk off his ass and lying on the living room floor. “Maybe the real magic is my love for you.” He mumbled blinking at Regulus and Lily as they stood over him.

“Maybe the real magic is the fact you haven’t gotten yourself killed.” Lily countered. “That’s the last time I’m letting you go drinking with Sirius alone.”

“Come on, James. Let’s take you to bed.” Regulus sighed, trying to pry James off of the floor.

“You seem lovely, but I’m married.” James slurred his words.

“You’re married to us, idiot.” Regulus rolled his eyes.

Lily slumped onto the couch, “Should we just leave him there? I don’t think we’re getting him up the stairs.”

Regulus grabbed a blanket and covered James with it, leaving him there in the carpet by the floo. Then he hopped on the couch, and he instantly cuddled close to Lily. “He’s a moron.”

“I heard that.” James mumbled back.

“Go to bed, baby.” Lily laughed at James, throwing her arms around Regulus. “Guess we’ll sleep here tonight.” She yawned and leaned her head on his shoulder, letting them get comfortable on the couch.

Regulus planted a kiss on Lily’s cheek, “I love you.” He whispered softly, letting his breath ghost over her ear.

James let out a whine, apparently feeling left out.

“I love you too, James.” Regulus groaned, he tucked himself and Lily in on top of the couch. Sleeping in the living room that night to make sure James didn’t die in his sleep from his own poor decisions.

[three--eyed--cat]

!! james potter, moodboard !!

[coyotelip]

jegulus microfic: lipstick || modern au || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 400

Regulus is beaming.

Not a trace of the doubt and fear he started the night with is left on his face. Now, there is only a big smile and a warm gaze with which he responds to the girls' sincere words.

Mary compliments his pants, Marlene promises to take revenge on him next time at darts, Dorcas taps him on the shoulder and promises to write to him later about the book they were discussing.

James stands off to the side with Peter, watching as Lily is the last to reach Regulus, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear, that James obviously can't hear, and leaving a light kiss on his cheek.

Regulus beaming, and his smile grows even wider as he meets James' eyes and walks over to him after saying his goodbye's to girls.

"So, how did it go?" Regulus asks shyly.

"Oh, you're asking me? You literally stole all their attention, Prince Charming. I guess Remus isn’t their favorite anymore." James says to his boyfriend tenderly, unable to hide his own happy smile at the fact that the introduction of Regulus to his friends went so smoothly.

For a week after the invitation, Regulus had been nervously spinning and looking for reasons not to come, so sure that no one would like him. But James knew better, so he spent the week gently reassuring him otherwise. Now Reg's brilliant success felt like his own.

"You have something here," James says, reaching up to Reg's face to wipe away a pale mark on his cheek with his thumb. Pink lipstick remains on the pad of his finger.

"Oh, pay attention, Jamie," Remus's joking voice comes. "First Lils just refused to take part in your romantic life, and now she seems to be trying to cancel it altogether for you. A couple more nights like this, and Regulus will be enchanted, and you'll be left alone and forgotten."

James freezes at the thought of this, but a charming laugh escapes Regulus' lips in response to Remus' obvious teasing.

"Not a chance," Regulus confidently closes the short distance between them to press his chest against James' and leave a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. "No one can take my attention away from this treasure now."

Perhaps James should let his friends get Regulus drunk more often if every time he will end up saying something like that.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Win

@wolfstarmicrofic August 26, word count 435

“I’m going to win,” Sirius declared as he stared Moony down. 

“I highly doubt it,” Remus smirked at him. 

“How long have they been going?” Lily asked.

“About five minutes, but Padfoot’s wavering,” James told her. 

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius growled as he struggled to keep his eyes open. They were prickling unpleasantly. 

“My money’s on Remus,” Lily said.

“Shut up, Evans!” Sirius whined. 

“Just give in,” Remus grinned wolfishly. “Why delay the inevitable?” 

“Everybody shut up!” Sirius yelled.

“He’s doing that weird thing with his face again,” Peter pointed out. “Making his eyes all big and then narrow, but his mouth is twisting with it,”

“Shut up, Peter, for fucks sake!” Sirius blew out an exasperated breath and blinked. 

“Ha! You blinked, pay up!” Remus grinned gleefully, holding out his hand palm up to Sirius. 

“That’s not fair they all distracted me!” He turned and glowered at his friends. 

“They were distracting me as well, but you still blinked. Pay up!” Remus repeated more forcefully this time. 

“Fine!” Sirius grumbled. He pulled his last chocolate frog out of his pocket and handed it to Remus. 

“Thanks,” Remus mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “Hey, I got Alberic Grunnion!” Remus held up the card. 

“What, no! I’ve been trying to get him for ages. Come on, Remus, please give it back,” Sirius whined. 

“What’s in it for me?” Remus asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Anything. Anything you want.” Sirius begged. He needed that card. It was the only one he cared about. 

“Give me back all my damn jumpers that you’ve stolen.”

“No deal,” Sirius shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Sorry, they’re far too valuable for me to swap.”

“Fine, I want your pillow. It’s far comfier than mine.”

“Done,” They shook hands and Remus handed over the card. Sirius held it in both hands and wiggled happily in his seat as he gazed at the inventor of the dung bomb. His hero. 

“Wait, how does Remus know how comfortable Sirius’s pillow is?” Lily asked quizzically. Remus flushed beet red and Sirius choked on his own spit. 

“Er, I’ve got to go check on something,” Remus leapt to his feet and ran out of the common room.

“And I’ve got to go put this somewhere safe,” Sirius got out once he had his breath back and hurtled up the stairs to their dorm room. He hurriedly put the card with the rest of his collection and then, because he'd made a promise, swapped his pillow with Remus’s. Looked like they'd be sleeping in Remus’s bed for the foreseeable future.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 15 - prompt 15: DADA Class [word count 508]

“Hurry up and get in pairs, one boy and one girl please!”

Marlene sighed as she dropped the two volumes on Kappas on the desk and sat down. By her side, Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Why can’t we just be with the same gender,” he grumbled, taking a fresh roll of parchment out. “No offense, McKinnon.”

“None taken, Black. As long as you get us both a good grade on this essay.”

“Please,” Sirius smirked. “You know I live at the top of the class.”

“Yeah, along with Lupin, Potter and Lily.”

“I love switching places.”

“Come on ladies and gentlemen, get to work,” the Professor clapped her hands. “You have two hours starting now.”

They were barely through their introduction, Sirius putting the calligraphy that had been drilled into him since he had started writing to good use when a whacking sound made them both raise their heads from their books. To their right, James was looking down, a red bruise blooming already on his cheek while Lily was putting a heavy book back on the desk, her green eyes blazing with anger.

“Of the dangers of mixing sexes,” Marlene rolled her eyes, wondering what new obnoxious thing Lily would later on tell her and Mary James had said.

“Leave us with our peers and no one gets hurt,” Sirius sighed.

But when she turned to look at him, he wasn’t looking at James and Lily. His gaze was focused one desk over, to where Mary was pointing at a page while Remus nodded. To be more precise, Marlene mused, Sirius’s gaze was fixed on Remus, as if he didn’t want to miss any movement the other boy made, be it a bare flutter of eyelashes. And there was something, there in Sirius’s eyes, something so tender and so sad at the same time. Something Marlene recognised instantly, something she had seen quite often while looking at herself in the mirror. Marlene hadn’t told anyone, despite the number of times either Lily or Mary had had to nudge her back to reality when she got lost looking at Dorcas Meadowes across the Great Hall. She had a hunch her friends knew but she still hadn’t said the words out loud. She didn’t know if she was ready for that. She didn’t know if she would ever be. But this, this was different. This was a pull she couldn’t ignore, and didn’t want to, like finding a long-lost brother again when you didn’t have any hope left.

Sirius finally looked away from Remus and back at her desk and at her, catching her looking at him. He blushed slightly, his hand already moving in a dismissing manner. Marlene didn’t stop to think, the words coming out of her mind as the easiest thing on Earth.

“You too?” she whispered.

Sirius stared at her, then slowly nodded. They smiled to each other, a new form of relief washing over their faces.

They didn’t get a good grade on their essay. They didn’t care, not really. They weren’t alone anymore.

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

seeing an #jily in this day and age is genuinely I like finding a single wildflower in a field of plastic roses, its natural beauty standing out against a backdrop of artificial perfection that everyone else adores. why the hell do i have to hear about that weird racist boy all the goddamn time. where is LILY. where is JAMES.who the hell are these PEOPLE. who let THEM IN. who let REGULUS in.why is he ALWAYS HERE.

you should see the way that my smile drops everytime i see the #jegulus at the bottom of a cute thing. or everytime there’s a ship thing and i see james and am like “oh obviously it’s gonna be with lily.HIS WIFE.THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD.THE WOMAN HE DIED FOR.THAT HE LOVED FOR 7 YEARS.AND THEN FOREVER

and then it’s fucking REGULUS

“he deserves a hug!!” he deserves jail time. and death. he literally contributed to james DYING.

“he’s so traumatized” BY WHOM EXACTLY. did we read the same book. SIRIUS was traumatized.NOT THIS DUMMY

ENOUGH

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemicrofic July Prompt: One

Word Count: 111 | Rated: T for discussion about stealing a car (PSA don't commit grand theft auto, folks – leave it to your blorbos hehe)

‘Joyride’

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Stevie?”

Steve merely hums, continuing to look out over the trailer park from their spot on the old couch on the porch. Eddie shuffles closer and bumps Steve’s shoulder for an answer.

“I wanna steal a car,” Steve sighs.

“What?”

Steve shrugs, mumbling, “At least that part was fun.”

“Stevie, we can’t – ”

“Come on,” Steve whines, gesturing to a red pickup across the park, “What about that one? Just this one time – for a joyride. Please?”

Eddie captures Steve’s pointing digit in his hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses the tip.

“Fine,” he feigns a relenting tone despite his grin, “One more time.”

[cookihearts]

POV: Me everyday waiting for cas's micro fics

@my-castles-crumbling

[moutainrusing]

hurt/comfort

533 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

Over there, in the corner. Don’t look.

Don’t, stupid.

Remus couldn’t resist.

He glanced toward the corner. There, Sirius was snogging a girl — a pretty girl — but Remus couldn’t be interested in looking at her because he was looking at Sirius. And Sirius was invested in not looking at him. His eyes were closed as he threw his whole body into the kiss, because that’s who he was. He was intense and all-consuming, irresistible and so beautiful and Remus couldn’t pull his eyes away, and he should, he really should.

He was being creepy. His heart was breaking. The heart of a creep deserved to break.

“Oi, Moony!” James grabbed his shoulder, spinning him toward the staircase. “I need a bit of quiet for a moment, ‘cause the party’s really noisy! Wanna come to the dorm with Lils and I?”

“Yeah, Remus!” Lily cheered, grabbing his other shoulder as they both steered him to the dormitory.

Remus glanced between them. “Is this kidnapping?”

Lily waved a hand. “‘Course not, you’re like our kid. Hardly kidnapping if we’re stealing our own son, right?”

James nodded, squeezing Remus’s cheeks. “I love my ickle baby Remus,” he cooed.

“Okay. What’s going on?” Remus asked, as they sat him down on his bed and squashed him in between them.

“Peace and quiet,” James sighed contentedly, resting his head on Remus’s shoulder.

Lily did the same on his other. “Remus, I really do love you.”

“Uh huh,” James nodded, bouncing against Remus’s shoulder. “Sometimes I think she loves you more than she loves me. Honestly, I don’t blame her,” James winked, awkwardly and awfully because he was rubbish at it.

Remus laughed. “I love you both too. And… thank you for taking me up here.”

Lily and James gave him dubious looks. “You have nothing to thank us for,” James insisted.

“In fact, we should be thanking you.” Lily stated, “For gracing us with your presence.”

“Moony, you’re so loveable. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate your Moony-ness is a pathetic wanker,” James declared vociferously.

“A wanker, you hear us?” Lily looked at him sternly.

“A wanker,” Remus smiled. He glanced at James, “Prongs, you do know you’re calling your best mate—”

“Shhhh,” James pressed a finger to Remus’s lips. “You’re all my best mates!” He threw his arms around the two of them, pulling them into a massive hug, and Remus relaxed into it. These were his best mates, and he loved them for it.

After a while, Sirius entered the dorm. “‘Lo, guys!” He greeted, before pausing and narrowing his eyes at them. “What are you doing?”

Lily smiled. “Convincing Remus to have a threesome with us.”

“What?!” Remus spluttered.

“It’s my greatest desire,” James dramatised, ignoring Remus’s furious head shakes. “Did I ever tell you, Remus was my first kiss?”

“No, same! He’s such a good kisser,” Lily rambled eagerly.

“I know right?!” James beamed.

Remus buried his red face in his hands. But when he lifted it slightly, he noticed Sirius looking between the chattering James and Lily with a jealous scowl. And when he looked at Remus, his expression softened, and he looked… enraptured?

Remus hid the grin blooming across his face in his hands.

[jamessluttythighs]

response - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 143

“Lily, please please please”

“No Reg, I’m not doing it”

“Come on it’ll be fuuunnn”

“Ten minutes, that’s all I’m giving you”

“Yessssss”

That is the conversation that led James to the predicament he was currently in. Regulus had always been Sirius’ younger brother who joined the uni this year. He hung out with their friend group sometimes. But now -  wearing a black, cropped vest and low-rise jeans with fish-net stockings peaking out of the waistband - while dancing with Lily infront of his phone, James may have to re-evaluate his feelings toward his best friends’ brother.

“Name a more iconic duo than a twink

And a red head"

James was so transfixed on the younger boy infront of him, he barely noticed Remus’ hand waving a centimetre from his nose.

“No response, I think Reg may have broken his brain, Pads,” Remus remarked.

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

August 20th - Type - @jegulily-microfics - word count 217

Lily rolled her eyes, she’d been trying to get James to let her be for years. But he was persistent, asking her out every Saturday in the Great Hall at breakfast. “Potter, you’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” James huffed, “Quidditch star, straight A student, sexy as hell. That’s everyone’s type.”

“Not mine.” Lily retorted, she was completely unamused by him.

James crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like a toddler whose toy was taken. “Alright then, what is your type?”

Lily thought about it. She let her eyes roam over the Great Hall before they landed on Regulus Black. The dead-eyed, perfect haired, completely unapproachable, snobbish brother of Sirius Black. Regulus Black was James’ total antithesis, so Lily decided he would do quite nicely. Lily pointed over to him, “Regulus Black, he’s my type.”

James raised an eyebrow for a second seemingly not believing it. Then he smirked, that same twinkling look in his eye that he always got when he came up with a plan.

James strode over to the Slytherin table, he grabbed Regulus Black by the chin, kissing him gently. To everyone’s complete surprise, Regulus didn’t back away or hex him, Regulus leaned into the kiss. To Lily’s complete surprise, she realized that they both might be her type after all.

[sixlane]

james potter fan club

bartylily microfic | 785 words | NSFW | inspired by that one scene in challengers | this is my attempt to introduce the masses to jartylily. you may not see the vision yet, but you will.

special ty to renn @malchai and laurie @itsjaywalkers for letting me yell at you about this <3

“I saw James today,” Lily says from where she’s straddling Barty’s lap, running her fingers through his hair. It’s not overtly sexual, but Barty’s hoping he can get it there in the next two minutes.

“Yeah?” He lets his eyes close, lets himself focus on the sound of her voice and the feel of her soft thighs under his hands. She’s only wearing her underwear and an old t-shirt of his, which isn’t doing much for his self control.

“Mmhm,” she responds, lightly rolling her hips forward. “He was asking about you.”

“I just saw him a few days ago.” Barty moves his hands around to grab Lily’s ass, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric, encouraging the pressure building between them. “What was he asking about?” He’s not really paying attention to the conversation if he’s being honest, but sometimes if Lily is in a chatty mood during sex, the dirty talk can get really nasty, so he tries to encourage it as much as possible.

“Just asking if we’d see him again before you go. He misses you.” She tugs the hem of Barty’s shirt up and over his head, then starts kissing a trail down his neck all the way to his shoulder. She reaches up to run a finger around his nipple, something she knows always gets a shiver out of him.

Barty lets out a groan as Lily rocks into him harder this time. “Fuck me too.” He doesn't even really know what he’s saying, just whatever will keep Lily talking.

“I know baby, I know you do,” Lily says, planting a hand on Barty’s chest to push him down on the bed. She leans forward to kiss him, and it’s slow and smooth as she slides her tongue into his mouth. He just feels himself getting lost in it when she pulls away. “Tell me how much you miss James.”

“Lily—” Barty starts, but he’s cut off as Lily’s hand travels down to his briefs, slipping under the waistband just a bit, teasing. “You want it?” she asks.

“Yes,” he says, grabbing her wrist, always so greedy about the way she touches him. “Come on, princess, no games.”

“No games.” She shakes her head, dips her hand even lower, just grazing the tip of his cock. “Tell me how much you miss him and you can have whatever you want.”

God, she’s intoxicating when she gets like this. Bossy and determined. And Barty is powerless to it.

“Miss him so much, Lily.” It’s not even untrue. It’s been months since he’s come to visit James, and now Lily since they started seeing each other. They call and text here and there but it’s nothing like it used to be, when they were attached at the hip as teenagers.

“Good boy.” She grabs his cock, collecting the precum with her thumb so her palm slides easily over him. “That feel good?”

Barty’s eyes roll back and he bucks his hips up into her hand, always needing more with Lily. “Mmhm fuck, so good. Keep talking, baby.”

Lily smiles, huffs a laugh. “You think about him a lot?” Her hand speeds up, just the right amount of pressure. She’s so fucking good at this.

Barty can barely think through the haze so he just says the first thing that comes to mind, not that he has much of a filter anyway. “All the time.”

“Yeah you do,” Lily says, rewarding him by reattaching to his neck, licking up to his ear where she bites at his earlobe. “Thinking about him right now while I’m touching you.”

Barty moans, letting his mouth fall open as he lets his mind wander. Lets himself imagine just for a second that it’s James on top of him instead of Lily. “Ngh, yeah, fuck. Don’t stop.”

But Lily does stop, just for a second to tug Barty’s briefs down and out of the way, freeing his cock, putting on display the mess she’s made of him.

She sits up over him, hovering just above his hard length. “Now, I want you to imagine, when you’re inside me, that it’s James you’re fucking into. Can you do that for me?”

Barty’s hands squeeze hard at her hips as he takes her in with hungry eyes, but he’ll do what she says. He always does, in the end.

He nods, licks his lips, seals the deal. “Wanna be inside him so bad, Lily.”

Lily reaches down, uses one hand to pull her soaked underwear to the side, and uses the other to line up Barty’s cock with her dripping cunt. “Whatever you want, baby,” she says with a devious smile before sinking down on him.