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summer school | sirius black x reader

summary: sirius showed you more than you thought you’d learn

warnings: smut, sir kink, corruption kink, innocent!reader, fingering, finger sucking

a/n: i feel like this is very bad, but i’ve been having quite the blockage in my head

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summer school meant new friends. you had all your classes together with your best friend, who was there as well, but otherwise only people you’ve never seen before.

you were seated in the second row out of four, watching how people entered the classroom and took their seats. groups were formed, laughter and talking erupted through the walls before it got quiet when your teacher came in.

a few days passed and you found your three people to hang out with. together, you wanted to grab dinner on one evening, surprised to see another group of people from your class there as well.

„can we sit here with you?“, you asked the one boy, sirius was his name, but the other two boys always called him padfoot.

„yeah, sure“, he answered and took his bag from the chair next to him for you to sit down. you smiled at him appreciating before you sat down and the lively conversation between all of you began.

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you didn’t know how exactly it happened, but it was now the third time you were in sirius‘ room, in his bed. the first time was harmless, you sat there and talked, the next you were cuddling and he tickled you at any chance he got.

but now, you were laying in his arms as his hand moved further down your side. „this okay?“, he whispered in your ear, whereupon you could only nod. no five seconds later, his hand was resting on your ass. „have you ever done this before?“, he asked and brushed his lips against your neck.

„no“, you breathed out when his hand moved to the front and slipped under your panties. a small gasp escaped your lips.

„wanna stop?“ you shook your head in response. „words, baby.“

„no, i don’t want to stop.“

his fingers brushed against your slit and clit, but then he moved back do gripping your ass. he took your hand and put it around his torso and you immediately gripped his shirt when you felt him pull your legs more open. „sirius“, you mumbled. „i-i have no experience.“

„that’s okay, love, i’ll show you.“ he was back in your panties and pulled your pants down with his other hands. „you touch yourself?“ his raspy voice had your mind black for a second. the soft moan you let out was answer enough for him. „what do you think about when you make yourself cum on those pretty fingers, doll?“

„i“- you started, but weren’t able to finish for two reasons. one, you were embarrassed. two, his fingers began caressing your clit. „i think about how someone would … show me things.“

„show you things?“, sirius asked teasingly. „what things?“

„things…“

he chuckled when he saw the blush on our face. „baby, you’re a whole ass sub.“ your eyes widened at his statement and you opened your mouth to reply, but before you could blink his free hand was wrapped around your throat. „don’t you think so? i’ve seen the way you clench your thighs when i make a fist. see your eyes darken when you look at my lap. and when i tickled your neck the other day could swear you thought about being in this position, laying in my arms with one hand in your panties and the other choking you. you like this, don’t you, baby? you aren’t the innocent girl everyone thinks you are“, he said and pushed two fingers inside of you, which had you moaning out loud. „are you?“

„no, sir“, you moaned when he moved his fingers fast.

„that’s my good girl“, he whispered in your ear. „i‘m gonna corrupt you, take your innocence and show everyone that you’re mine.“

„do it, i‘m yours“, you answered, your mind floaty and blank when you felt your orgasm already approaching. you pressed your eyes together when another sensation overcame you. sirius was gently sucking on your neck, marking you and you felt his breathing against the sensitive skin.

he sped up his fingers and just before you came undone, he pulled them out of you. you whined and tucked at his shirt, just before he ripped your panties off, took his shirt off and then his pants. „i‘m gonna claim you“, he said as he pinned your hands above your head.

you nodded, too focused on his hard cock that was already alined with your cunt. „please, sir. i need you.“ sirius smirked and kissed you hard as he pushed inside of you.

„fuck, sirius“, you shouted while you adjusted to his size. „so full“, you mumbled.

„yeah, that’s it, baby. gonna get you so cockdrunk you won’t even feel me inside of you.“

you moaned, what he took as an invite to slowly pull out o you, just to thrust into you harder and restless. you couldn’t even say anything, couldn’t moan, couldn’t think as he split you open on his cock. deep grunts were the only thing your brain registered as well as the need to cum.

„sir, please, needa cum“, you whimpered. „been a good girl, let me cum.“

„not yet, doll, gotta wait for me, yeah? be my good girl.“

„uh-huh“, you answered.

your brain got foggy and unwanted moans escaped your lips as you gripped the sheets between your fingers. your mouth hung open when sirius hit that one spot inside of you that made you see stars. you were gone, completely drunk and you didn’t even care when he pushed two fingers in your mouth. you sucked on them like you wished it was his cock.

„that’s it baby“, he grunted. „gonna cum soon, angel, can feel you clenching around me.“

„cum, sir?“, you asked.

with a few. more thrusts he nodded. „yeah, baby, come for me.“ and with that you were gone. you screamed his name as you reached your climax and felt him cum inside of you.

after a minute of seeing black you looked up at him. „learnt more than you thought, didn’t you, baby?“, he teased.

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sammysclawsnblud · 2 years

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Perfection

༒ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 ༒

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader Genre: smut

Summary: Ever since you gave yourself to him, it seems that Tom has grown tired of you. In a desperate attempt, you call him by the word you learned the other day. It is time for your next lesson: how to turn on a man.

Warning: Toxic relationship. Manipulative! Tom. Minors DNI. Daddy kink. Spanking. Slut shaming. Voyeurism. Dumbification. Degradation.

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You skidded to a halt when you spotted a certain dark-haired man with his head buried in the book. You backtracked in between the shelves, plopping onto the table beside his book with a small thud.

Tom did not raise his head. You frowned.

You were starting to catch onto Tom who had grown much cooler and indifferent to you, ever since you gave yourself to him that night.

It was as if Tom had grown bored of you, even.

You blinked away the awful thought.

“What did you want, Y/L/N?”

A tired voice. A cold murmur, as if dispelling the sentence was a nuisance in itself.

“Just passing through the library, and I happened to come across you,” you responded.

Tom hummed, clearly unconvinced. “I would have believed you,” he breathed out, closing the book. “If it weren’t for the very suggestive ribbon you’re wearing around your neck.”

Your fingers flew to a black string tied in a bow knot. It was a new thing that you decided to give a try, ribbon thoughtfully purchased from Hogsmeade. It was a wonder how Tom always knew everything without ever looking up.

Tom raised his eyes from his book from your lack of response. “And your shirt, apparently,” his gaze flickered down to your chest underneath the V that subtly dropped lower than usual from one more button that you decided to unbutton.

“You can always read me like a book,” you chuckled. But, your chuckle soon died down as his tired gaze already shifted away from you.

Without a word, he closed the book, tucking it into his satchel.

“Where are you going?” you asked, trying to conceal the panic behind a pitchy, forcefully jovial voice.

“Greenhouse,” he sighed, resuming to pack his things. “ Beery’s asked me to plan the next lesson for him.”

“I’ll come with you,” you hopped off the desk and jogged after him, ignoring the very audible sigh through Tom’s nostrils.

You quietly followed behind Tom. It somehow felt like it was not in your place to walk beside him. You pondered, gazing up at his large, silent back as you two went up the stairs.

It suddenly hit you how much their relationship had changed. You furrowed, thinking back to when Tom used to be the one chasing after you, waiting for you at every corner.

You’ve just become one of them, a sinister voice whispered in your head. All those stories that so many girls used to tell you. The woeful story of how the magnificent Tom Riddle had left them, used and forgotten. You’ve never paid any heed to them, mostly because you never understood what caused them to obsess over Tom Riddle. But now, as you looked up to the ever-silent back that was growing more distant from you, you were hit by an unsettling feeling that you were quickly becoming one of those cautionary tales.

It was a foggy, damp day to be in the greenhouse. You perched yourself on one of the student stools, your absent-minded gaze following the recognisable shapes and colours of students' house robes. laughing and walking by behind the fogged-up glass panes.

Your eyes caught sight of your chest showing through the top of your shirt. You winced and buttoned it up to your usual spot again. You pulled your arms together, shuddering in the greenhouse air that was somehow too cold contrary to the sunny day outside.

You watched silently as Tom gathered up a few books and set to work at the professor’s desk. It drove you crazy, observing every twitch of the muscle, every sigh, searching for any sign of him growing tired of you.

You cleared your throat. Tom did not raise his head, still scratching something across the parchment with his quill. Your eyes agitatedly wandered around the room, your feet tapping against the legs of the stool.

You swallowed hard, deciding to use a term you came across the other day.

“Can I help you with anything, daddy?”

The distinct scratching paused. Tom’s shoulders tensed, the silence growing.

You stifled a smile as Tom’s eyes blinked a few times at the parchment, his expression still as marble. But, you were certain his eyes weren't t really following the lines of his notes. Instead, his eyes perked up.

Tom heard you, and it got his attention.

As if being released from a spell, his shoulders relaxed as the constant scratching of the quill returned to the room.

Disappointed, you sighed. You gave it your all. It was time to admit defeat and return to your life. You hopped down from the stool, ready to leave the greenhouse. Perhaps you could join Abraxas and his friends on the Quidditch pitch, most likely practising for the next match.

“Y/L/N.”

The calm, deep voice called to you from behind.

You turned on your heels, finding Tom, still in his seat, the quill immobile in his hand. But, he was now looking at you. Hesitation flashed for a moment in his stern eyes before he angled the chair out of the desk. Without a word, he eyed meaningfully down at his lap before his challenging gaze returned to you.

A smile broke out on your lips and you skipped up to the front of the classroom, and gladly took on the offer. You perched yourself down on his left leg and watched Tom return to his work, the elegant lines running across the parchment under his quill. Tom lazily wrapped an arm around you, placing his hand on your arm somewhat possessively.

It was then when you noticed Tom’s cock, already hard, against your hip.

You restrained a grin that was threatening to spread on your face. Perhaps you haven't lost Tom Riddle just yet. “So,” instead, you tilted your head up at him, “there’s really nothing I can help you with?”

“Daddy?”

You added, inwardly cheering victoriously when you felt his cock twitch to the word.

Tom, however, refused to admit his involuntary reaction. He continued his steely gaze down at the parchment. But, his lips parted, taking in a breath to choose his words wisely.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/L/N,” he said coolly.

You hummed, standing up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumbled. You leaned forward over the desk, pretending to show interest in his notes, while very aware of his eyes that flickered over to your ass cheeks, clad in lacey thongs, peeking through your skirt.

You gasped as Tom skillfully slapped your ass cheek, making it shake for him. “We’ve got to do something about your attitude,” he murmured.

That one actually hurt. You bit down on your lips, still feeling the throbbing heat that was bound to leave a handmark.

“Well, you’ve asked for it,” he raised his brows nonchalantly at the scandalised eyes that you directed at him.

“Here’s your lesson,” Tom nudged at the desk, urging you to get up on it. His voice was more frigid and unsympathetic than before, if that was somehow possible. “Turning someone on.”

You climbed onto the desk, suddenly very aware of the precarious height you were at. He threw his feet up on the desk, crossing his hands behind his head.

“Go on,” he nudged his head once more at the spot you stood on. “Turn me on.”

You swallowed hard. All the time you wanted Tom’s eyes on you, now that you had his complete attention as he stared up at you on the table, you wanted nothing more than Tom to look away.

Even while looking down at him, there was something about his gaze that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable, just an eye candy for him to carve into and dig his teeth into.

“Well,” Tom waved his hands in the air, “You have my attention now. What did you have to show me?”

It made you feel dirty, the way he looked up at you. Like some sex-crazed, depraved animal. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. You dropped on your fours, and turned your exposed ass towards him. Your nervous eyes hesitantly flickered back to him. Your ass felt cold, exposed to the air of the greenhouse, but perhaps more so under the scrutinising gaze of Tom.

Tom waited for any more acts you were going to pull out. But, understanding that that was all you had, Tom leaned forward in his chair.

“No, Y/N,” he stifled a chuckle. “No, that won’t do at all.”

You huffed and composed yourself, crossing your legs off of the edge of the desk. “Well, men are visual creatures,” mortified that your attempt at turning Tom on caused him to laugh instead, you found yourself stammering defensively.

Tom covered his quirked lips with his fingers, still stifling laughter. “Yes, that is true,” he mused. “But, lust is an art form. Men aren’t so different from women in that sense. It requires a certain level of creativity. An element of surprise,” he explained with a languid imitation of jazz hands.

“Think about the man in front of you,” you tilted your head at his words, actually starting to find the lesson insightful. “Who is he? What does he like?”

He leaned towards you, his mischievous eyes glinting as they looked up to you.

“What is his deepest desire?” his voice dropped into a whisper, as if he was disclosing humanity's darkest secret.

You sunk into deep contemplation with the new challenge. Your furrowed eyes traced a line across the stone floor, soil and leaves scattering it.

“Come now, you’re a smart girl, Y/N.”

His collected voice brought your eyes back up to him. He was studying you, as always, his hand supporting the weight of his head. His index finger drummed a rhythm against his cheekbones, waiting. His sharp, intellectual eyes gazed at you head-on, challenging you.

You’ve known Tom Riddle jr. for 8 months now. Abraxas Malfoy for your whole life.

Your eyes hardened with determination.

You slid down onto the floor under the watchful gaze of Tom Riddle, crawling towards him. You watched his neck tense as, little by little, your face moved forward in between his legs, approaching his cock.

With a long exhale, you placed your head on his crotch, tilting your head. You pouted, the most innocent look that you’ve masterfully recreated from one of the magazine covers. “I need you, daddy,” you mumbled into his cock.

Tom Riddle remained still as a statue, his steely gaze taking you in.

You pushed on. “I’ve been such a good girl, haven’t I?” you nipped at his cock over the cloth before looking up at him with doe eyes, your saliva staining his black trousers. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach, your thoughts nervously wondering what it would be like to taste a cock. His cock, specifically.

Not easy, you figured, from his size.

“Not bad,” he said nonchalantly, shifting his weight in the chair, “Creativity based on my preferences.”

You smiled proudly. Encouraged by his praise, you stood up from the floor. Under his confused eyes, you climbed up to the desk again on all fours.

You placed your head down on the desk, your two hands on your ass cheeks. You looked back at Tom, his curiosity evidently peaked as he slightly leaned forward in his chair.

You spread your ass cheeks for him, your red laces splitting into the middle.

“Use me, daddy?”

Now, this was too good. You stifled a smile, watching Tom’s jaw drop. An element of surprise, you smirked to yourself.

You waited patiently as Tom drew in a long breath. Now the notes, the books, the plants were forgotten. The air thick with lust, all Tom could see was your pussy, waiting for him, beckoning him.

“Are you certain?” he pressed.

You nodded obediently, smiling up at him.

He shook his head, his eyes wandering around the room in search of another way to rephrase this. “You realise I am not going to be gentle this time,” he said. “Now, I ask you again: Are you certain?”

Your eyes wavered for a second. The curiosity peaking at what Tom Riddle would be like if he didn’t pull back. A taste of Tom Riddle at his 100%.

It scared you, how far you were willing to go, what you were willing to do.

If it meant having Riddle’s long cock up inside you one more time, you were ready to kill a man.

You nodded once more, this time ever more certain of its consequences.

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