siriusblackslut

[siriusblackslut]

The one where Coryo shows his true colours after a disagreement.

As Coryo’s best friend, you should have anticipated this.

Pairing: Coriolanus/Reader

Word: 5909

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, soft dark, obsessive behaviour, yandere

Sometimes, Coryo was glad you were so stupidly naïve.

He hated it most times, you navigating the big bad world so clueless as to how it revolved around a pretty darling like you, when you would offer shy smiles to hungry eyes raking the length of your body, when you would entertain unpalatable opinions clearly devised for your sole attention, or when you would introduce him as your dearest friend to puzzling spectators moments after he greeted you with a peck at the corners of your mouth. 

Today though, he was so fucking grateful, for between the happy sips of posca you had announced just how thrilled you were with your university acceptance letter, as though you were expecting him to cheerily send you off to the other side of the city.

It was sour news, but Coryo was glad he was made aware of them sooner than later. 

“Away?” he demanded sharply.

The room settled into a tense silence broken only by his curt paces across the length of the room, and your eyes followed him expectantly.

When you didn’t reply, you weren’t sure what with from the tone of his voice, Coryo was quick to make his displeasure be known. “I wish you had told me earlier so I could discourage you.”

“But it’ll be so good for me,” you tried earnestly once more and Coryo thought you were positively deluded if you had ever thought there was a chance he was going to let you go.

He reached you in two strides, his thumb caressing your chin in a way that was gentle yet firm. “Don’t leave.”

It was clear he wasn’t asking, which made him even more disappointed when he saw your expectant expression give way to a frown because you were making this harder on purpose. Coryo thought it was a shackle sometimes, to want to breathe, live and own you.

“You’re upset, I unders--”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to describe how angry I am.”

And oh, bless you, you though he was worried about you, and you continue your reassurances that were endearing at first, but Coryo was finding them increasingly irritating.

You squeezed his forearm still stroking your chin, giving him a small smile, “I can handle myself.” The clench of his jaw went unnoticed, “And besides, Sejanus will be there too.”

Coryo hated sharing you, even in speech, and that revolting name rolling of your tongue so effortlessly like it belonged there replacing his own, it made him livid, and he thought it was the last straw.

“So, he can offer you a fortune?” He let his voice fill with scorn and allowed his face to twist into a cruel sneer. The thumb at your chin gentle just moments earlier now dug into your skin, “some more unsavoury opinions?”

“I thought he was your friend.”

Coryo let the silence sit and it was telling, so telling, in fact, that you were now questioning your friendship with him, rightfully so, and it was in this moment of rebellious defiance that you snapped at him and you had never snapped at him before, “Then I’ll be fine on my own then, without him or you.”

Such fierce words spoken in a wobbly tone, had Coryo thinking you had forgotten your place. He thought, in some way, he was to blame because he had been far too lenient on you and it was clear now that you had not respected the privilege of freedom that he had allowed. He would have to remedy that, and he wasn’t particularly sorry either, only sorry that you would think him unreasonable but really, he just wanted you to mold into the prettiest version of yourself and flourish with him.

When he took a step forward, his solid frame looming uncomfortably over you, Coryo had already decided that you weren’t going to leave because he simply could not fathom a world where you were not a mere arm’s reach away, and he was resolute that he would not either. He was deciding now, only how he would break it to you, and even through your thick naivety you sensed something shift.

“You’re staying,” he said.

It was an unsteady step back. “No.”

“I won’t say it again.”

It tired him, you had barely opened your mouth and he just knew it was another misplaced objection and so he silenced you instead, digging his fingers at your jaw and pulling you up to devour those pesky words. It was a hard kiss, one of nose bumps and teeth clashes that was entirely different from the usual shy easing brushes of lips, but Coryo thought he had to start somewhere more obvious now.

A muffled cry between his swirling tongue and you had hardly begun a protest, but he was there too, determined to swallow it up by planting more suffocating kisses until you were gasping for his breath.

“Fine without me huh?” Coryo repeated your words between each kiss across your mouth, lips, tongue, cheeks, chin and everywhere he could get his lips on.

To him, it was so intrinsically natural the way you slotted up against him, but for you and he was mocking your words now, it was a confusing turn of events. Mouth entangled with his depriving you of air, the hot skims of his fingers across your waist leaving a blazing trail in their wake and that dull ache blooming in your belly, it all made you disoriented and you pushed away at his head in retaliation for some rational distance, but he would never give you any now. Coryo had just tasted you and now you were leaving him high and dry and aching for more? He would even settle for that glimmer of sweat at your neck and he latched on, sucking pretty kisses across your nape until he could feel your pounding pulse and it made him drunk, the sheer power he had over you because you wanted him too, you just didn’t know yet.

“You just need a reminder of how much you need me,” he was planting sloppy kisses up your throat and his hands left their post at your waist, roaming, roaming and roaming until hungry fingers fiddle at the hem of your skirt pushing up and up until it bunched at your waist and the sinking feeling at your belly settled uncomfortably when you finally understood what he meant.

“I thought we were friends,” you mumbled weakly and Coryo was almost offended that you hadn’t spared a thought to the natural progression of your relationship, as if that truncated milestone was all that was destined of your relationship. Still, it was an improvement from the empty words of assurance, and he liked it much better when you had submitted, even if it was reluctantly.

“And you said you love me, and yet you’re leaving me,” he was murmuring into your skin still continuing his onslaught of rough kisses across your neck, “so it seems we were both not entirely truthful with each other.

Itching hands wandered up your thigh and Coryo was delighted to find your panties already wet from just curious fingers and persistent lips. Though you hadn’t grasped it yet, your body sure had and Coryo would make your mind follow once he was finished with you.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he whispered encouragingly and his breath seared your skin. “That you love me.”

“I do!”

Fingertips caught the hood of your clit through your sopping panties, and he began to trace light circles at the drenched fabric, just enough for you to feel the beginnings of what Coryo could offer.

“Like lovers do.”

It made you shiver, and you exhaled into his chest. There were many realisations to be had in this pleasure haze. “Coryo--”

“That you won’t leave,” and he pressed another kiss into your neck, fingers drawing tight patterns at your clad clit until you ached for him like he did for you.

“That you’ll stay.”

“No-- oh--” A moan tumbled through your lips before you could stop it and you pressed your face deeper into his chest to muffle them out of embarrassment even though Coryo thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.

All shy from a slipped moan and he wondered whether you even notice the way you were grinding against his thighs soaking his trousers, clearly yearning for something more than the light skim of his thumb barely there at your panty-clad clit. It amused him greatly, your outward unwillingness even though you belonged to him, and when those silly unintelligible murmurs of protests gave way to breathy gasps, but Coryo still thought you had yet to learn your place in his life, he moved away, palm bumping against your thigh under your skirt.

The betrayal, disappointment and relief on your face, it made Coryo triumphant because in some selfish way, he wanted you to understand exactly what you had subjected him through all these years.

“Go on,” he said, “just tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you feel real good.”

And despite your body shaking with unresolved tension, you still managed to shuffle back, head shaking defiantly.

Coryo would be impressed by your composure if he was not furious.

“No?” and he was onto you once again, consuming your lips until he was so sure you were inside him because then you would have to stay. Nose skimming your cheek and foreheads pressed flushed together, and all you could taste was his tongue swirling inside yours. It was working, him chipping away at your will, but still, you gave him a rational, albeit breathless answer.

“No,” you murmured because this was your dearest friend who had you all frazzled and flushed, and you swatted away at his wandering hands trailing between your thighs once again, but it was to no avail because Coryo was determined now, he would not have you slipping through his fingers because he had worked too hard at you and at this, he would have you impaled on them instead.

Forceful fingers yanked at your panties, and then it was all flesh against flesh with Coryo rubbing at your clit before he worked a knuckle into you.

“Gonna show you then,” he snarled. There was a lot more friction now, the sloppy sounds as he fucked his fingers into you reverberating around the room was proof of it, and the dizzying ache that returned twice as hard made your knees weak and you stumbled, plunging yourself deeper on his digits. 

“Tell me you need me.” 

It was a choked sob that made it out your lips, but it was still thick and full of arousal. “I can’t.”

“Of course, you can darling,” he cooed, and it was confusingly kind against the plunge of his fingers into your cunt. You only whined in response and whilst Coryo thought it sounded delightful, it wasn’t quite what he wanted to hear.

“I know you want to, just wanna hear it from your pretty lips.”

In case you needed another reason for a confession, he curled his fingers up paired with another plunge, fleshy pad brushing up delicately somewhere special and deep inside you. It felt so terribly good, but your waterline shimmered instead because the blossoming heat in your stomach, it made you feel so guilty because it meant you were willing, didn’t it? Now, that was all a bit too much to bear. “It’s not fair.”

“Fair?” Coryo repeated and it was unbelievably cold, making you shiver even in this hot flush.

You took another shaky step back, but he was already there with his chest pressed flushed against yours, fingers still pumping inside you while his thumb still circled your clit and it made your head empty and legs unsteady, and you pushed him but it only provoked him further because you were denying him his rightful property.

“You think it’s fair to leave me?” he growled and slipped another finger in spitefully, and the stretch was painfully delicious, “We’d promise we’d take care of each other, remember?” 

He didn’t let you reply, he was almost certain it would just be another string of silly protests judging by your shiny eyes. Instead he captured your lips in another hot and heavy kiss that was full of angry scrapes until on his tongue lingered the sweet metallic taste of you and Coryo was drunk on you, you in his lips, in his palms and now in his throat trickling like fire into his belly.

It was intoxicating for him, but painful for you and had you reeling back to tuck your head at his chest once again and Coryo’s only solace was that you were now rocking your hips, plunging yourself down to meet every thrust of his fingers.

“So sure you don’t need me?” he gave you another chance and he prayed you take it because it was hurting him now, when he knew he could shower you in such other-worldly pleasure.

You only burrowed your head deeper into his chest, still griding on his fingers. Unfortunate, but unsurprising and so he waited, and he didn’t have to wait for long, not when his thumb was busy lavishing your clit and you were doing half the work fucking yourself on his digits, until your breath hitched against his chest and you were shuddering in his arms with your cunt gushing drenching his sleeves before he pulled his hand away once more and the blooming pleasure waned away into nothing, leaving a dull ache in its wake.

Knees buckling and you stumbled back, glaring at him with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. It made Coryo’s heart ache, but he thought this lesson more important than your temporary upset at him, if only you had confessed.

“I don’t need you,” you snapped at him, and the self-assuredness in your voice had him thinking you were so clearly deluded. As if your cheeks weren’t running with tears from what he had withheld from you, as if you hadn’t just been rolling your hips against his outstretched fingers only moments ago. 

“Sure, seemed like you did when you were fucking my fingers.”

“I can take care of myself!”

He really did respect your persistence if it was not just so disobediently misplaced.

You were glowering at him now, despite the flush of your cheeks and Coryo wondered just how naïve you could be. Were you really that completely clueless as to the way your body craved him? How could you retreat when he could feel you twitching to be in his arms?

“I don’t want to be mean, you know,” he was advancing again, leaning in and it made you feel a bit dizzy. “But I will if you keep being this uncooperative.”

His intoxicating scent, the caress of his thumb at your cheek, your sticky thighs and that angry unreleased ache buzzing between your legs, it was all too much and you moved away, just to think, but Coryo was right there too, he would follow you to the end of the earth until you were in his arms.

A mere whisper away but Coryo still thought there was a vast expanse between the two of you because you just weren’t getting it, it was almost insulting now. He closed the space with another devour of your lips until you were gasping for breath and pushing him away yet again, but he was there and everywhere, lips all aggressive and all-consuming locking into your unwilling ones until he was smothering you, suffocating you in all his heavenly adoration, until it seemed like your only respite was to move your lips against his.

Even if they were sluggish and clumsy lips smacking against his sloppily unable to keep up with his heated ones, your receptiveness drew a groan of appreciation from him and it was that, the low rumble of his throat that snapped you back to reality, because this was your sweet Coryo Coryo coryocoryo, your dearest friend, despite that shameful heat rising between your legs.

It caught him by surprise this time when you pried his head away, stung even more after your momentary clarity, especially when he had really thought you had given in. Now you were just standing there with your lips swollen hanging agape and coated with his spit, peering up at him all doe-eyed through your lashes glimmering with tears, just standing there looking pretty like that was all you could do for him, and it made Coryo so furious because you could be more.

You caught a glimpse of him half possessed, but it was only for a moment before he had pounced back on you and the assault on your lips now borders on painful with his teeth scraping against your already sensitive lips.

“Gonna remind you myself then,” Coryo hissed between each rough kiss. It was suffocating, insistent lips and his towering frame pushed up against you threatening to blend into one, and you were still moving back and backandback until your calves were digging into the mattress because your lips felt so raw against his now, but he was still there, and there was no room to retreat anymore and so you arched your back away instead, anything away from his prodding tongue inside your mouth because it was painful, dizzying, electrifying but youcouldn’tseemtobreathe and you were leaning back leaningleaning until you were falling--

You toppled onto his bed, and it was a welcomed respite, wracked gasps slipping from your throat in a desperate attempt catch your breath, but the moment was brief, and the dire reality sank in your belly where Coryo had bunched the excess fabric of your skirt. 

He had taken his position on his knees; it was humiliating but not in front of you because he wanted you worshipped. Then, you would know just how much he revered you, adored you, loved you, to the point of complete devotion.

Cold fingers pried at your warm thighs and Coryo took advantage of your momentary daze to hook your left leg over his shoulder, his right palm pressing your other leg to ease your thighs apart. The ebbing pleasure reawakened once more from his hot breath at your cunt and the light trace of his digits up your slit. It was embarrassing, vulnerable and had you letting out another protest in retaliation for the premature sparks between your legs, but Coryo thought your warm slick coating his fingers said otherwise. 

He could tell that you were panicking now, thighs squirming against his shoulders as you began to grasp just exactly what he was doing. Arching your back in an attempt to buck him off but it smeared your pussy against his face instead, your clit bumping at his nose and your hips stuttered, a strangled moan escaping your pursed lips.

“You can like it, you know,” Coryo murmured and he was quick to indulge himself, running his tongue up your slit and he was careful to collect your precious essence, not a drop wasted, to swirl at your sensitive pearl of nerves until your quivering thighs were squeezing his head and you were gushing once more. 

And despite the many objections tumbling from your mouth, your body was so compliant, rewarding his efforts doubly and Coryo lapped away gratefully until you were dribbling down his chin and even then he brought his fingers to scoop them up before licking clean at them too because you were just so tasty and he was starved of you.

If gluttony was a sin, then why is he in heaven?

You were still writhing on the bed, still attempting to push him away at his head and it made Coryo even more determined if anything because he had never not gotten what he wanted, deserved and was entitled to. Slipping his left palm under your arse, he pried your flesh apart before pressing his face into your pussy, lips latching onto your clit, and it stayed there suckling because he would make an example of it now, that he was never going to let you go on his own accord regardless of how you begged him to. Hardly now, it seemed, when he flicked his tongue at your puffy pearl of nerves drawing another muffled cry, but you were no longer jerking back now.

It was taking less and less time for Coryo to drag you back over to the edge until you were teetering precariously once again, and he was completely delighted to find you already pulsing around him when he sank his fingers into you.

“You’re close again,” he murmured into your pussy and it was mocking because not a moment after he unlatched his lips from your swollen clit and you were protesting?, leaning back to admire his handiwork of your pretty pink pussy all swollen and glistening with slick a mix of his saliva and your arousal. He collected it up with a broad swipe of his tongue, finishing with a flick at your clit, all whilst still knuckles deep pumping into you, filling the room with obscene squelches.

“Can feel you clench around my fingers.”

“Oh--"

When Coryo felt your scrambling fingers again, it was to pull him in this time, as if he wasn’t already so intimately acquainted with your sweet cunt. It filled him with pride, that he could make you feel this good but just because he adored you didn’t mean he wasn’t going to discipline you, and if it meant taking your release away so you would understand just how intricately intertwined the both of you were, he would do it.

It began to ebb away as quickly as it had come, and it is in this moment of desperation that you reached for him. Blonde locks tangled within your fingers, but Coryo was still restrained, only soft kitten brushes against your bundle of nerves bringing you to another world of pain because it just wasn’t enough, only enough to keep you flustered and wanting but not enough for you to tumble over into the territory of pure euphoria. Even his right palm pressed against your tummy was firm, he couldn’t let you ride his face just yet, no glimmer of a chance at your own release that wasn’t at Coryo’s calculating hand.

All pretence abandoned and it wounds your pride.

“Please.” It was a whisper, but a polite start.

“Come on, princess.”

“Coryo,” There was no protest in his name anymore, only a pleading sigh of his name catching in your throat like a desperate hoarse prayer to something divine, and it made him hard.

“That’s it.”

“Please--” you tried once more but your voice breaks instead into a moan of frustration.

Your only consolation was that you weren’t the only one who was in suffering. Even in the midst of pressing gentle kisses at your cunt keeping you at the torturous edge where there was only one clear resolve, Coryo was also begging you  “Let me make you cum,” and the neediness in his voice was embarrassing because only you could resort him to this humiliation. “Just want to hear you say it.”

Another curl of his fingers, swirl of his tongue.

“Admit it.”

You were sobbing now, how could you let it go again? When it was just within reach, you could feel it brushing at your fingertips and at your thighs between Coryo’s curls, and the thought of it reducing to a disappointing barely-there wane, it brought salty tears to your eyes.

Your thighs tightened at Coryo’s shoulders in a poor attempt to keep him there, but you could feel him beginning to shift away and with it, your high slipping away too.

It was a dangerous game, but you were at the edge of your resolve, and you’d do whatever to convince him now, tell him that you would stay, that you would be whatever he wanted you to be, if that meant you could topple over the edge.

You could reason with him later, you would.

Reason what?

“Need you Coryo,” you gasped, “I need you, will do whatever you want.”

It was a little dazed and Coryo thought that you could work on the delivery, but he was happy with that nonetheless, rewarding you with a drive of his fingers even deeper catching every sensitive spot deep within you whilst his tongue continued its attention on your clit.

Whatever he wanted and he told you just exactly what between greedy mouthfuls of your pussy, “You won’t leave.”

It was pure desperation that spoke. “I won’t!”

Coryo lets you fall apart for him because of him. He released his palm at your belly button, letting you ride your orgasm out on his face with your thighs wrapped tight around his shoulders, his little angel so devilishly hysterical, until his face was completely smeared full of your delicious slick and he thought that he could drown in it happy.  

And when you came down from your high, it was still not enough because he wanted more of you and all of you and Coryo had a point to make that you needed him, you said it yourself. His efforts only doubled, indulging in the tastiest treat he had ever had, suckling at your oversensitive clit and needed his fingers drove deeper into your pussy until you were humming with unbridled pleasure that even the gentlest strum of his tongue had you thrashing around his shoulders, had your fingers tugging at his hair painfully as you soared and fell once again in the matter of seconds, another ragged pant dragged from your throat.

And when Coryo thought that you, your body and mind, had finally understood that you belonged to him wholly, he unlatched his lips from your swollen clit, pressing light kisses at your thighs before he pried himself of his position lodged between your trembling thighs.

When you came down from your peak, white ebbing back to the dimly lit room, you could make out his pale cheeks flushed pink and his hair messy an irrefutable evidence of your willingness. Coryo gave you a crooked grin, before he slumped back on the bed next to you, legs tangled with yours.

“I knew you would come to your senses.”

The reality of what you had agreed to settled disagreeably in the pit of your stomach once all that tension had disappeared.

His fingers, sticky from your cum, cradled your flustered cheek. It was as though he was reminding you, encapsulating you so you would never leave. He pressed another giddy kiss at your lips, and you tasted yourself on his lips.

“Tell me again,” Coryo panted against your lips; it was dizzying to be victorious.

But when he felt your cheeks wet against his, he wasn’t entirely convinced that you understood the seriousness of the events that had just transpired, and he simply refused to entertain your disobedience any longer.

“For fucks sake, just be good.” Now Coryo adored you, but he needed absolutes and not empty promises made in a frenzy of pleasure. Even though you had understood, you had yet to completely surrender to your happy fate by his side. He thought, maybe you just needed one final push.

His lips were locked onto yours once again, hot and hungry and before you could let out another string of those ungrateful whines and unwarranted objections which would only be ten-fold when the rattle of his zipper echoed through the room.

“You’re selfish, but I can put up with that,” he chastised while plying your lips open with his rough ones.

 “Wait--” your voice welling with alarm, but Coryo swallowed that one too, planting another kiss at your lips.

“Cus you’re mine.”

You were. His perfect stubborn girl who was now kicking feebly at his legs to no avail, limbs and lives too deeply intertwined.

Coryo could feel his composure slipping. He had been so sweet on you, but that was before his cock was pressing against your soft thighs. It was all instinct now because you were the sweetest temptation he had ever had to resist, but now he gets to indulge in you now and he sure was making a scene of it, groaning into your mouth while he guides his cock under your skirt, pressing it into you until his cockhead was gliding across your silky folds.

There was a bit of give before he breached into you, and see, he was right, he always was. You were enjoying yourself too whilst Coryo defiled you so that you could only belong to him, with your breathless whimpers tumbling drunkenly into his mouth, and he was sure not to kiss those away.

“You said you’ll do whatever I wanted.”

You did. Maybe in a haze of confusing arousal, but those were your words.

“And I want you to stay. With me.” Coryo murmured between each moment apart from your swollen lips, between each snap of his powerful hips driving into you. “I command it.”

He was sure to make every single rut into you harsh, until his hipbones were mashing against yours painfully because just look at how you could take every one of them, look at the way each sore bruise against your bony flesh went straight into your core and look at the way your wet walls clung onto every single bulging vein his cock had to offer you. Could there be any other reason why if you weren’t made for him and him for you?

And yet you were still refusing your happy fate.

A broken sob from your throat and Coryo could feel you tighten on his cock, clenching impossibly tight and he supposed that if he loved you, that meant every stubborn part, and even that was getting easier to love with how you were pulsing around him with every cry, and he thought he could grow to enjoy the chase.

And even that seemed to be waning now because you were conceding with every forceful fuck into you until you were reciprocating, your fingers tracing his chest while lips clung onto his, nature taking its course.

When Coryo pulled apart from your lips to lean back, it was to make you watch the way your lithe body beaded with sweat, not just accepting but welcoming his numbing assault from the way your pussy stretched, shaped and memorised him, so that even when he wasn’t there, he still was, there and everywhere. The outline under your navel bulging with every thrust was proof of it, and marked just how deep he was inside of you, conquering depths previously untouched.

“Look at it,” he snarled, bringing his thumb to trace at the bulge and it drew sparks across your skin. “Is there anywhere more fitting?”

You were just a mixture of sobs and moans when you peered up to blink at him dumbly, and Coryo didn’t think you could look any prettier but here you were, more beautiful and debauched than ever impaled on his cock. 

“Unless you want me to stop?” 

He was offering now, only because he knew you could never agree.

He snickered, “No, I didn’t think so, wouldn’t have lasted a single day without me.”

Gasping all over the place and it made Coryo swell with pride because he had done it, stamped out any ounce of bitterness and resentment you had towards him for just doing what was best for you, that was writhing and brimming full of unadulterated want desperate for release.  

“I won’t be there to make you feel good like this,” and he was gloating now adding to that messy whirlpool of emotions that were shame, awe and desperation pulling fat tears down your cheeks, but Coryo knew you better and thought that awful reality too painful for you to wrap your little head around.

“Gotta take care of you in every way.”

“Please!” and if had known that all it required for you to stay was to fuck you silly, he would have done it a lot sooner.  

“You’re not going to leave me, not ever, you do understand why that is don’t you?

Because he loved you, you understood that much now, but at what cost?

Coryo demanded an answer, his hips snapping up to bruising into you deliciously, but his pace stuttered.

Surely, he won’t take this away from you. You were ruined now, because he had made you feel better than your clumsy fingers could ever make yourself feel, reached places inside you that you hadn’t known ever existed, led you to heights so unimaginably heavenly with easy strokes. Coryo knew you completely, better than you knew yourself.  

So,what matter the cost when he loved you? When could make you feel this good, when he wanted to, he had made that abundantly clear. You thought that you could stay, if it meant you could feel like you this indefinitely.

“Tell me so I know.”

You gave him something better than an answer, you gave him a confession.

“I love you.”

Coryo thought it sounded perfect on your lips.

“You won’t leave me then.” It was unlike him, so uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“I won’t.”

“Promise it.”

“I promise.”

Coryo believed you. It was hard not to when the very proclamation had you rolling your head back on his pillows, your arms outstretched pulling him into a weak embrace, legs curling around his pistoning thighs drawing him unbelievably close until it was unclear where your body ended and his started and until you were one with him. He could feel you fluttering once again and it was even tighter this time around his fat cock instead of his fingers, until you came completely undone in a string of euphoric gasps.

For him though, it was your complete surrender to him, finding immense pleasure and unconditional solace in him and the years of frustrated anticipation melted away and Coryo groaned too joining your dazed gasps as he spilled himself deep inside you.

He thought, in this hazy reality, that just to be sure, he might just have to knock you up too, then you would really have to stay with him.

“You’ll write back,” he said in laboured breaths between each skim of his lips across your forehead when he finally slumped down against you. His tone was stern and gentle, there was no need to be mean anymore when you had been so compliant and obedient for him. “Write and tell them you’ve changed your mind.”

When you did not respond only turning away shyly, he peered down at you intently to see your waterline glimmering once more and he brushed the wetness away because he knew for certainty that they were only happy ones now. His prized possession brimming so full of bliss her eyes were brimming too.

Coryo didn’t mind this view of his pink and purple masterpiece dotted across your throat, marks of his property, but for now, he wanted your unyielding attention. He reached to tuck at your hair before tilting your jaw until you were facing him once again with your noses bumping lightly.

“You’ve got bigger and better things ahead of you,” Coryo murmured and it was his turn to be reassuring this time. Judging by the way his cock seemed to come to life again, tapping at your inner thigh, you agreed.

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[siriusblackslut]

One where Sejanus realises Coryo is not such a great friend after all

Coryo may not be Sejanus’ best friend, but he sure is best at something else involving Sejanus’ girlfriend.

Pairing: Coriolanus/Reader

Word: 3667

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, infidelity?, cuckholding

It had been spoken in confidence.

Whether in a moment of drunkenness or a lapse in judgement, Sejanus had divulged his greatest insecurity to someone he had thought he could trust.    

Coriolanus would have thanked his lucky stars, but he was a cautious man and had to see for himself first.

And see he did. He watches with hungry eyes, your silhouette at the head of the bed and the tops of your knees spread flushed against the headboard that Sejanus grips till his knuckles turn white as he ruts uncontrollably like a district animal into you.

“Sej,” he can make out his friend’s name between your laboured moans and figures from the staccato of your breaths that you must be close.

So it was with even greater delight when he watches Sejanus’ hips slow and stutter, grunting as he pulls back away from you.

As if Coryo needed yet another reason to think Sejanus incompetent.

He hears you whine in response, and the frustration is evident in your throat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your fingers glisten in the lamplight, your own arousal from the futile efforts at your clit, Coryo thinks, as you draw your boyfriend tight into your chest. “It’s okay, it’s fine Sej.”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

There is a pause, then a restrained sigh. “Sure.”

Coryo thinks that this intimate interaction is cute in a pitiful way, and he has had enough been its voyeur, letting the clicks of his shoes make his presence known.

Clearly, it takes you by surprise and you shriek, arms wrapping tighter to clutch at your boyfriend and blinking in sheer astonishment as you watch his friend make his leisurely way through your bedroom floor, grabbing at the dresser chair and pulling it to face the bed before making himself too comfortable in it.

All whilst no one spoke in a perplexing silence.

You had to elbow Sejanus for him to finally speak, and even then, the confrontation felt reluctant. “What are you doing here, Coryo?” Sejanus sighs.

God, he was so pathetic.

“What am I doing here?” Coryo repeats in mock surprise, “You were the one who asked for help, remember?”

Now that gets your attention. “Help?” you ask sharply, “help with what?”, and then in a disapproving tone you add, “And really is this the best time for it?”

Your cluelessness almost endears him, but Coryo doesn’t acknowledge you just yet, giving Sejanus a pointed look instead, “You haven’t told her?”

“Tell me what?”

“Come on now Sejanus.” Coryo tuts.

“I just— it’s silly really.”

Sejanus doesn’t offer any more than that and Coryo is more than happy to comply now.

“Just that he couldn’t satisfy you with his little prick.” Coryo doesn’t love a lot of things, but he sure does love stirring up trouble.

It has the intended effect, and you shove Sejanus from you in a moment of disgust, shuffling towards the edge of the bed. The hurt and betrayal in your voice makes Coryo giddy, “You told him that? That’s private!” and he also notes that you have not denied the very fact. “And besides, what did you expect him to do about it?” Your gaze follows your accusatory finger through to Sejanus’ friend, only to be met with greedy eyes raking over your now bare tits, and only then did you cross your arms.

It's disappointing, but Coryo considers it a little teaser as to what more there is to come. He shrugs, “A demonstration.”

“A demonstration?” you scoff, “That’s ludri-“

“What do you say Sej?”

It irks you that he discusses you like you were not in the very same room, but at least you have your boyfriend to count on, right?

It is a soft mutter and Sejanus cannot meet your eyes. “I guess.”

Coryo thinks Sejanus is so so stupid, but it works so well in his favour.

“You heard him,” and he is already making quick work at the buttons of his fly, sliding his trousers down just below his hips so that from the clothed bulge springs up a pretty cock, proud and slit already weeping. The room is dim, but you can see the shadows snaking their way around the bulging veins at his thick shaft in a way that looked simply irresistible.

The protest in your throat feels stuck.

Coryo knows you were already especially susceptible, having just had an orgasm snatched out of your wanting hands moments earlier, and now with you upset at Sejanus? He knows you only needed the sight of his sweet cock to nudge you in the right direction that is a little closer to him.

But then you glance back at your boyfriend for approval and the loyalty dripping in the air is sickening.

Coryo raps his palm on his clothed thigh, and it gets your attention, snapping you out of your trance. “On here,” he instructs.

You peer through your lashes shyly once more at him. 

“I won’t ask twice.”

But then your gaze moves back to Sejanus and whatever for? It makes Coryo nauseous.

He puts you out of your misery and kindly makes up your irresolute mind for you. Lunging to drag you back from the edge of the bed and onto his lap back at the chair, he hooks your left thigh behind his own. You topple over losing your balance in surprise, and Coryo works fast to tuck your other leg behind his right knee, spreading you out into a lovely position onto his lap with your bare back pressing against his clothed chest.

He laments the fact that he would miss watching your tits bounce as he fucks you on his cock, but the way you are now bound with your helpless thighs secured behind his makes up for that very fact and besides, he likes having that to look forward to next time.

Skimming his fingers up the curve of your waist making you shiver, he pulls you down against his lap. The friction of the scratchy wool of his trousers against your naked thigh feels unpleasant, but your pussy, oh it glides across his hard shaft smearing your arousal across it in a way that you can feel every pulsating bump of vein across your delicate folds.

A soft whimper breaks through your lips.  

“I think she’s warming up to it now, Sej.” Coryo loves being cruel and to be cruel now, was to remind you that you were letting yourself be ravaged by another whilst your boyfriend watches meekly on.  

It has the intended effect and Coryo expects no less from you. Your hands scrambling for his clad thigh, just yet another reminder of how bare you are, to push yourself up and your core prepares to tense, but Coryo is sick of this game and he digs his fingers painfully into your waist pushing you down once more and this time, the head of his cock bumps against your clit.

The sudden friction makes you slack against his arms and Coryo makes out the beginning of a moan before you swallow it down your throat.

Coryo isn’t an idiot, he knows his ministrations affects you; he can feel the hitch of your breath against his chest, the hammering of your heart against his forearm, but still, you maintain a poor attempt of indifference. Perhaps it is out of respect for Sejanus, but it only serves as a challenge for Coryo because whilst it was fun to have you struggle against him and for him to take whatever he wants that is more than you were willing to give, he finds greater thrill to have you begging for him despite whatever silly feelings you have for your boyfriend. He wants to take you, then your mind, then Sejanus’ pride, confidence and dignity.

With his free hand that isn’t leaving bruises at your waist, he reaches over your thighs tangled with his own to fist at his cock. He starts slowly, teasing it up your delicate folds before stopping to swirl at your clit. His spongy flesh rubbing against your sensitive core draws another gasp out of you, but it is short and muffled.

So, he rinses and repeat, continuing his incessant teasing until he gets exactly what he wants. Dragging his angry cock-head down your silky pussy lips and then up again to kiss at that swollen nub. Once, he has you squirming on his lap, then twice and thrice until you are shamelessly bucking your hips.

But Coryo still doesn’t miss the way your eyes continue to skitter towards Sejanus’ for his continuing approval, and he decides he mustn’t have broken you enough yet.

Leaving your achy clit, Coryo tugs his cock down and just barely dips the tip of his cock into your dripping slit, and oh yes, that seemed to do it.

Your hips snap up, desperate for him to stretch you wide and split you open in half, but Coryo is smart and has already pulled his cock away, just enough for your pussy to smear against his shaft. “Fuck, please,” your voice is gravelly and laced with a mixture of frustration and arousal.

Coryo almost feels sorry for you, but he has one more to go after.

Pressing his cock at your slit once more, he feels the gentle parting of your pussy lips dripping with your nectar just for him and he savours the moment of your hot wet envelope around him even if it is just the tip, before he pulls away once more.

You gasp your strangled gasp, “I need— please,” and he knows it must have taken every single ounce of your pride to even muster one up in front of Sejanus, “please, Coryo.”

His name rolling off your tongue was intoxicating and he nearly loses his resolve. Nearly.

You roll your hips weakly, but it is to no avail.

A choked sob escapes your throat, and he feels the tears trickling down your cheek, dripping onto his shirt.

His cock is impossibly hard now, but Coryo is adamant still, guiding his throbbing tip just between your lips. He can feel the twitching of your folds, their inviting stretch just for him.

“Please, I need--” you hiccup between your desperate sobs, “Please, please Cory—"

“Just fuck her alright!”

Poor Sejanus. Sejanus with that encouraging expression now wavering, seemingly regretting allowing this lewd and filthy sight, but who also appears to have had enough of his girlfriend tortured, quivering and spilling full of unresolved tension.

Coryo smirks crookedly.

One more shallow and controlled thrust, the tip of his angry cockhead skimming the petals of your swollen pussy just for a moment before he pulls your pliant body up by the waist and—

He lets you sink onto him.

It is met with a little resistance initially as he buries his throbbing tip into you, and then with another forceful thrust and his bruising fingers by your waist pulling you further down onto him, the girth of his shaft soon follows, swallowed within your wet walls.

Judging from your faint whimpers, it is a tight fit, tight and snug in a way he is sure you can feel every bump that is a pulsating vein as he sheaths more of himself into you.

“Am I doing okay, Sej?”

Coryo rolls his eyes.

It seems he had not been the only one who had noticed Sejanus’ smile growing strained.

And he had really thought he had you broken enough too, but he is more than happy to remedy his oversight.

He snaps his hips, forcefully burying himself into you in retaliation and the room reverberates that obscene squelch of your pussy.

“I’m sorry,” he drawls, bored as if his whole cock wasn’t throbbing inside you, “Did you forget who’s cock you’re currently impaled on?”

You maintain your silence but that only serves to irritate Coryo even more.

“The cock that you begged for!”

God, Coryo is so unimpressed with you. If only you had played nice, he would have eased you in with some languid thrusts, but he is severely irritated now and decides that an unforgiving pace of his pistoning hips into yours may set right your aching heart, if not pussy.

You cry out as he fucks into you violently, but Coryo is ruthless and he pushes you further into a territory of pain with his fingernails digging into the hollows of your cheek as he jolts your limp head upright. It makes your eyes water.

“Look at him.”

Blinking your tears away, you see Sejanus with a watery expression. Coryo thinks Sejanus couldn’t look anymore pitiful.

He snarls and it is threatening, “Tell me, is he fucking you right now?”

The drive of his hips is unrelentless now, and from the pain rises a familiar yearning and it is the fear of losing it, you don’t think you could go through another stolen-near-almost orgasm, that replies him.

“No,” you murmur hazily, shaking your head as if to prove your point further and Coryo thinks that this is the point of no return, “just you Coryo.”

He likes you like this, obedient like a puppy, and he rewards you by bringing his free hand to your pussy engorged with his cock, his calloused fingers twirling at your clit.

It is clearly the right decision as not a moment after, you are bucking your hips, grinding yourself deeper onto him, and Coryo understands why Sejanus had so much trouble holding himself back when he is inside you because you were just so warm and hot and wet and all-encompassing.  

Coryo doesn’t mind sitting back for a little while. He slows his thrusts, all the better to savour the spectacle that is Sejanus broken down and hacked into pieces with a front row seat of his girlfriend’s pretty pink pussy glistening stretched obscenely around Coryo’s thick shaft as she bounces away happily, completely cock-drunk and chasing her own release that he couldn’t not supply.  

And to rub salt into the wound, Coryo grips a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down towards his to capture your lips in a painful kiss with his tongue swirling in your mouth.  

When he pulls back, there is a strand of spit glimmering between his mouth and your lips that hung agape.

He smears it onto the crook of your neck, “I think Sej likes this different view.” Coryo’s murmurs are soft enough to be covered by your breathy pants, but he pulls back a little so that Sejanus has an eyeful of his lips brushing at your ear as they moved in speech because how better than to stir up his insecurities? “You better give him a show.”

Stupid with your eyes half-lidded barely making out the silhouette of your boyfriend at the edge of the bed, you believe him, giving another sensual roll of your hips, your chest thrusting forward in the same motion.

“Tell Sejanus whose cock is making you feel so good.”

You let your boyfriend, and the neighbours for that matter, know, a string of Coryo’s name tumbling out of your mouth until they reform back to unintelligible pants.

And when Coryo removes his face nuzzling into your neck to commit to memory Sejanus’ broken expression whilst you chant his name over and over like a fervent prayer, Coryo is even more amused when he realises Sejanus is half hard and to what? The sick sight of his girlfriend enjoying herself on his best friend’s fat dick?

“Let your boyfriend know just how much you love this.”

You are a docile little thing, complying with a dizzy sigh, “God, I love this Sej.”

“Tell him what I’m doing to make you love this.” This is a demonstration after all and Sejanus needs to learn, although the lesson Coryo is teaching had more to do with Sejanus’ place.

“He’s—" Your scrambled brain cannot keep up with all the sensations inflicted on you, so you settle with pointing out the obvious, “He’s fucking me Sej.”

Hardly, you seem to be doing most of the work anyways.

“Am I better than him?”

“I--” you swallow thickly, “I love this.”

Coryo senses your hesitation, and he acts swiftly and decisively, lips latching towards your limp neck to lick a bead of your salty sweat up behind your ear. “He’s hard” he whispers.  

You blink the happy tears out of your eyes and sure enough, you pan down your boyfriend’s guilty expression to find him fisting his erection.

Coryo asks you once more. “Tell your boyfriend who makes you feel better. Tell him!” he snarls.

And sure as hell being the dumb little girl you are, you’re convinced. Or maybe it is Coryo resuming his powerful and painful drive of his hips meeting the downward jut of hips, his angry cockhead licking some sensitive spongy spot within your pulsating wall. Regardless, you answer his question.

“You Coryo!” you wailed, and he is happy with your answer, slowing his thrusts to a lazy pace. He can feel the beginnings of your orgasm, the involuntary twitching of your pussy walls hugging his cock as you continue to grind onto him and he helps you out, the rough pads of his fingers now drawing tight circles at your sensitive clit.

He feels you when the tension finally snaps, when you tumble over the edge. Your walls hug him impossibly tight and he feels your warmth trickling down his cock lodged inside you as you drench him in all your sweet nectar. It feels good, but it feels even better knowing that Sejanus has never had your pretty walls squeeze his cock like this.

It is hidden amongst your strings of gasps when Coryo hears an unmistakable grunt. He looks up to see Sejanus spent once again with globs of white scattered on his thighs and stomach. And to the sight of his own girlfriend coming undone on his best friend’s cock, Coryo wants to laugh.

“She even tighter when she cums,” he tells Sejanus with no sordid detail spared, “Twitching around me and so fucking warm too.”

Your moan in response, whether in agreement or in protest is irrelevant, but along with your trembling thighs still mindlessly bucking as you ride out your orgasm on his still hard cock, it adds to Coryo’s point.  

“All you have to do,” Coryo instructs between his own groans, “is you just fuck her stupid like this.”

A demonstration after all, and with his free hand that isn’t flicking at your sensitive clit, Coryo digs his fingers into your waist to hold your quivering hips in place before he speeds up to an unrelentless pace now chasing his own release.

It seems to prolong your own too, or maybe gets you to another high judging by the wracked gasp escaping your throat and the way your walls seem to massage his cock even further as if urging him to spill into you.

Twice, he muses condescendingly.  

The thought of Sejanus utterly humiliated, Sejanus who has all the wealth in the world but who cannot even get his gorgeous girlfriend to come undone not once but twice on his cock, is exhilarating.

And then the knowledge that tonight’s memory, you grinding on Coryo’s cock with your walls clamping down tight on his pulsating member that was spurting and tainting your walls with seed white as snow, is now forever seared into Sejanus’ little district brain, seared in a way that makes his cuckhold prick hard, brings Coryo over the edge.

He gives one final thrust, burying his whole hard length into you so that his cockhead spilling his creamy essence just kissed your cervix. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he tips over the edge because Coryo is sick, wanting a permanent mark for Sejanus to remember this night by, but maybe you are sick like him too because he knows it must have been painful, the taste of iron evident on his tongue, and yet he is blessed with another one of your shaky gasp coupled with another unmistakable wave of your walls just clenching around his spurting cock.  

It is all nearly too much for you bear.

Overstimulating really. Coryo who is still drawing languid circles at your clit whilst rutting, shallowly albeit, into you, the sudden spread of warmth in your belly as he empties himself into you, the viscous trickle of blood down your collarbone, the clammy sweat mix with the sweet metallic smell of blood lingering thick in the air and the pain at your shoulder radiating like electricity to your core, has you reduced to a string of whimpers and moans squirming weakly on Coryo’s lap.

It isn’t long before his softening cock breaks the seal of your spent pussy, and with every weak clench of your pussy from the overstimulation that is Coryo’s digit still at your clit, his cum begins to drip out of you.

It is messy, and Coryo decides he has enough; he doesn’t want his trousers dirtied. Moving his clad thighs out of the way, you instinctively squeeze your strained legs together in a poor attempt to mask the trickle of his creamy seed now trailing down your inner thigh, stumbling your way back onto the bed next to Sejanus.

The sight in front of him, the debauchery that is the cuckhold heir of the Plinth fortune and then you, his regal little girlfriend wearing a dizzy drunk expression with Coryo’s own seed sticky sandwiched between your thighs, all whilst he is fully dressed after tucking himself back into his slacks, though with unpolished shoes and faded cufflinks and a tad more w`rinkled, makes Coryo feel immensely powerful and does wonders for his ego.

And just for the final blow, Coryo gives Sejanus’ shoulder a squeeze on his way out. “Might just demonstrate a different position next time,” he says smugly and then his lip curls up into a smirk that he hopes looked cruel, “I like it much better when Snow’s on top.”

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[siriusblackslut]

When it comes to James Fleamont Potter, the fact that reader, Sirius’ girlfriend, is James’ little sister becomes secondary.

Pairing: James Potter/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader

Word: 3520

Warnings: incest, (mildly) dubious consent, infidelity? 

After James took him in, Sirius cried tears of happiness.

For James, Sirius would do anything. Absolutely anything.

He was so so grateful and it showed.

Anything James wanted, Sirius would happily give and give and give until there was none left more to give and even then, he would give more.

Last piece of that treacle tart at dinner? James Potter’s. Couldn’t get to Transfiguration homework because of Quidditch practice? Consider it finished, and with flying colours. Some guy bad mouth Lily who wasn’t even his girlfriend yet? Sirius would have killed him seven different ways if it wasn’t the same James Potter holding him back.

He even made you his girlfriend because he wanted James to know that his precious little sister was under very good care.

Sirius Black would be at that boy’s feet at a moment’s notice, every single moment.

So when James made a passing comment boarding the Express, something distasteful about you, not that Sirius cared because he hung onto every single word and syllable that came out of that boy’s mouth, muttering something along the lines of how the French sluts had rubbed off on you during your stay there with your sick aunt for the duration of the summer as seen from the length of your skirt, and then a little after he went on about how Lily was still a prim and proper prude who had her legs stuck under a permanent sticking charm, the opportunity presented itself so nicely that Sirius could not not take up the offer to kill two birds with one stone.

Anything for James Fleamont Potter.

Grateful, or more so indebted, that was up for debate.

And you, you were none the wiser.

Splayed out on Sirius’ bed the first night back at Hogwarts with your flimsy lace panties utterly shredded into sorry pieces and your school skirt bunched up around your waist, you had just thought that your doting boyfriend missed you terribly.

What, with how hot his breaths were against your flesh whilst he lapped at every trickle of arousal from the quivering lips of your cunt like a starved puppy, your boyfriend was truly was living up to his Animagus form.

And with that bloody blindfold too; Sirius’ fingers worked quick at the soft silk  caressing your eyelids before you could even protest, and then, you found that there was actually very little to protest about when every skim of his soft touch was augmented thrice over, let alone the broad stroke of his flat tongue up your sopping slit, every dig of his nails into your sensitive flesh, and every oh-

Fingers, pressed up against your entrance before resistance gave through and you felt your folds, dripping in a mix of your boyfriend’s saliva and your own arousal, six weeks’ worth to be exact, parted for his digits to so deliciously sink into.

“Fuck- Siriu-”

Another forceful pump of his fingers, so thick and much thicker than what you were normally used to, curling in all the right degrees brushing against the most sensitive spots that you couldn’t quite reach when you were fucking your own slender ones upstairs in your aunt’s cottage, had you reaching out for him.

Something of a literal blind panic until your fingers found their way to his hair. Soft silky locks slipping between your fingers and they definitely have grown during the summer, because it was so plentiful for your fingers to sink and wrap around to pull him into your pussy and smother his face in your juices.

“Delectable,” you heard Sirius murmur between every swirl of your clit and oh, wasn’t the blindfold just so exciting because if he wasn’t clamped tight between your thighs, he could be anywhere with those silky syllables reverberating around the little bubble of a muffliato around his four-poster bed.

God, seven weeks had turned your boyfriend into a starved, possessed man.

But his voice was so strangely calm.

“Did you like that?”

Thighs clenched around his skull in response, and you hoped the fingers tugging furiously at his hair until you were so sure he was suffocating in your arousal was a good enough answer.

“Words, darling. Words.”

You tried, you really did, but your breath was stolen once more with another curl of his fingers too many knuckles deep stretching your walls, and it was as though Sirius didn’t really want you to answer him.

“Is he good?”

Good?

Bloody amazing was what he was when his lips suctioned onto that little bundle of nerves, all whilst his tongue continued their onslaught of gentle flicks, but even then, that wasn’t what brought you to the edge.

It was the image, you could almost see it through that silky fabric around your eyelids, something lewd like your boyfriend’s plump pouty lips drinking your cum like a goddam straw, that had you spilling over the edge and even then, Sirius was so deranged that not once did he stop suckling at your clit even when your walls were clenching against his fingers. Sirius just kept going and going with that assault on your sensitive nub until you weren’t just plummeting off your high but soaring back up to it once more.

And it was when you were nearing your second crest, your palms simultaneously pushing him away yet also tugging him back in so you could reach another high, and when your mouth had blubbered a mixed messages of stops and yeses, did you feel the silky material of the blindfold tugging away from your eyes.

It was a welcomed relief because Godric, you really wanted to see your boyfriend’s pretty face so bad, and when bright whites in your vision from the sudden intrusion of light ebbed away with a disorientated loll of your head to your side, that was exactly what you feasted on - Sirius crouched down peering at you with pure utter adoration, whilst his fingers tucked away those pesky stray hairs from all your writhing in pleasure, neat behind your ear.

Your boyfriend was so fucking beautiful, and so fucking thoughtful.

But then who the fuck was between your thighs?

Sirius got there first, the flash of his thumb digging into the hollows of his cheeks as he locked your jaw against the bed before you could see the identity of the stranger who was too busy eating you out.

You blinked at him. “What-” your voice stuttered, disorientation melding with confusion to- arousal? And all whilst fighting another incoming orgasm because those lips, who did they belong to? were still working their magic.

Sirius shooshed you before you could continue your string of silly words, adoration giving way to annoyance.

“I said, is he good?” and his beautiful face was twisted into an even more beautiful sneer.

“Who- who is it?” Your voice was trembling all over the place now, a mixture of pure panic from nearly reaching another tipping point, but even then, your little confused brain still tried to grasp at any sort of rationality.

“Does that really matter?”

Panic welled up, a lump in your throat but there was no denying, especially to the unknown identity currently devouring you, that your pussy clenched at the sheer possibilities of who the stranger between your legs could be, and you whimpered, eyes watering because it was all so confusing and arousing.

Still, you tried to grasp at any sort of rationality, composure, even at the closest to your high, “You can’t just- we haven’t talked abou-”

“Nu-uh uh, none of that,” Sirius pressed his index against you lips, before moving to brush away at those glistening tears, “How bout you ride his tongue first and then you can see him, hmm?”

Whoever was between your thighs seemed keen on the idea, lips detaching from your swollen bud to kiss at the hood of your clit, followed by fingers slipping out giving a loud offensive squelch, and even when your pussy felt so robbed with its walls now clenching at nothing, you were still conflicted, because surely wasn’t this wrong? When you were laying down on your boyfriend’s bed and propped up with your boyfriend’s pillows, but spread out in front of someone else, someone whose identity you didn’t even know and someone was most certainly not your boyfriend?  

But your boyfriend was also the one murmuring those sick gentle words of encouragement, instructing you to smother and drench that someone in your slick.

Sirius rolled his eyes at that hesitant expression on your face and then taking matters into his own hands, quite literally with his free hand that wasn’t dotting painful crescents into the hollows of your cheek, he pushed your trembling hips violently down so your velvety warmth could sink deeper back onto eager tongue.

This was wrong, wrong, wrong.

But words of affirmation and reassurance just kept tumbling out of Sirius’ mouth in a way that made you feel like this was all the way right, right and so very right.

Sating your insecure soul, with sweet and filthy words, ‘Perfect darling, absolutely perfect,’ and then with his thumb caressing the bony arch of your pelvis followed by something like, ‘don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to make that pretty pussy feel good?’, and as your clit brushed against the cool metal of a glasses bridge, you sure as hell did show him that you hadn’t forgotten, for all that shyness melded away and you didn’t need Sirius’ guiding hand anymore, grinding your soaked pussy right into a groaning mouth of surprise because you were the one chasing your orgasm now.  

As your body let out another wracked moan, a symphony signalling your second orgasm of the night, you felt the dig of Sirius’ fingers release from your cheeks, and still humping wildly at the face of the stranger who had his tongue writhing within your quivering walls, you craned your head up to greet him, thank him, and possibly return the favour, if Sirius would let you.

It could have been anybody, you knew that, but you sure as hell didn’t expect the stranger to be him.

A little whimper escaped your lips between the breathy moans, before you let your head fall back onto your boyfriend’s bed, your eyes squeezing shut in shame whilst hot tears brimmed at your waterline, but still, oh god, your hips were grinding, and to your shameful surprise, with even more vigour than before, against the stranger’s face.

Well, hardly a stranger.

It was James Potter.

Fucking. James. Potter

Your fucking brother.

Sirius’ palms on your cheek slid down to your shoulder pinning your firmly down on his mattress, but the most humiliating thing was, he didn’t have to because there was not a fibre in you that wanted to scramble back.

And you had thought that fucking yourself on unknown tongue was wrong.

Laughable.

Better unknown than your big brother.

Torn between smearing more of your cunny juices on your brother’s face to prolong that blossoming pleasure snaking up your whole body and the fact that it was your big brother, but hardly torn when your hips thrusted against his face without a stutter once more, your fingers tightening on his hair, oh so that was why is was so bloody long, plunging your sopping heat onto his outstretched tongue.

And it was all fuelled by just that sordid fact.

“You don’t mind, do you?” your boyfriend purred.

“I-” you wanted to yell at him, yell at him like what the fuck was wrong with him, but what came out of your mouth was another guttural moan as your swollen clit caught the edge of your big brother’s glasses, the gold ones that you had made fun of him for picking, and wasn’t it you who were humping even harder against his face now, earning a muffled groan of surprise and appreciation from him?

Sirius answered for you.

“Of course, you don’t mind, look at you, rubbing Prongsy’s face all messy,” he cooed delightfully, and that was exactly what Sirius was, watching James smacking his lips in approval whilst feasting on the sweetest pussy to ever graced the earth, and oh, he supposed your mouth slack filling the space with guttural moans was also quite beautiful too.

Afterall, you were James’ little sister.

Somewhere in the midst of your hips grinding in pleasure, the blood roaring in your ears and your heart pumping with a mix of humiliation and arousal, you heard Sirius murmur, “James have been wanting to taste pussy for like forever because that frigid Lily bitch wouldn’t just spread her fucking legs,” an angry growl between bared teeth, but then his darkening face softened to your eyes wide and round peering up at him, expectant for his approval, “and well, I know just how much you love to have your cute pussy eaten, so I just thought it was a match made in heaven.”

Sirius wasn’t wrong, heaven was there only just inches away with how close you were to seeing stars, and could you blame yourself with with your big brother’s frenzied tongue sliding against the velvety heat of your pussy walls that were already twitching in anticipation and oh-

Rough pads of fingers had joined in on the action once more working furiously at your swollen bud, had you teetering once more at the edge of your climax, but bless you, you still managed to mumble out one more bit of common sense, “But he’s my brother.”

It sounded even more filthy coming out of your mouth.

Brother.

Big brother.

Because that was exactly who you had trapped between your quivering thighs.

Your big brother who was supposed to take care of his little sister, not savour her yummy juices and bring her to the brink of another orgasm, but then again, you supposed he was taking care of you now, wasn’t he?

Sirius continued in that soft cooing voice of his, the gentle dab of sweat away from your hairline a crude and vulgar contrast to your brother’s busy minstrations on your cunt, “And the thing is, you don’t mind yeah?”

This time, Sirius didn’t have to answer for you because you did so for yourself when James’ tongue swirled up at some spongey forbidden spot deep in your pussy walls, forbidden because he sure wasn’t even supposed to be between your thighs in the first place. That, or you had grinded that pretty spot against his stiff tongue or whether it was a mix of both sibling’s doing, the coil deep in your belly snapped once more.

You watched through hazy eyes, vision blurred with tears, the way your hips smeared another fresh wave of juices across brother’s face, the squeeze of your thighs against his skull until you were so sure the metal frame of his glasses was going to snap, and you even see the way your engorged nub was twitching in time with the way your walls were squeezing around James’ tongue still darting, feeding him every single drop that your sweet pussy could muster.

Everything, really, was on your own accord.

And when James had decided that this confusing torture of humiliation and shame and like so many orgasms had been enough for his little sister to endure, he stumbled back from your legs, to which you instinctively clamped shut.

As if he hadn’t just ravished every bit of it, surely a peek at your cute swollen pussy would be child’s play.

“Yeah, I’m gonna say she doesn’t mind, James,” Sirius chuckled.

At the sound of your brother’s name, your eyes squeeze shut in humiliation and confliction, tears rolling steadily down your cheeks, but Sirius was quick to lick them away.

“Don’t be like this, darling,” he whispered so sweetly whilst his tongue flattened to collect the salty sheen off your waterline, “you did so good, gave your big brother a good fucking dessert. Aren’t you so proud of yourself?”

You supposed you did enjoy yourself, and your cunny was still throbbing a little, fluttering still, even if it was on your big brother’s tongue and it was all so a bit impromptu…

“Well, I am so proud of you,” Sirius continued in that sweet voice of his, “Made me look so good in front of James. So, so proud, sweetheart.”

But your thighs were still clamped shut and your eyes refused to glance up at your brother and Sirius was not so pleased about that.

“Now,” he continued between your sniffles, “Let him see his handiwork, it’s only fair since he made it, don’t you think?” Sharp slaps across your thighs contrary to his tone, and then your boyfriend was coaxing your flesh apart, presenting a blossom of your pretty pink pussy to your older brother.

A whistle of approval from James, and you were sure he had that stupid smirk on his face.

“Prettiest pussy ever, eh Prongs?” Sirius said proudly.

“Tasty and pretty.”

Sirius’ pride only grew as he presented his girlfriend to his best mate and saviour, who also just so happened to be his girlfriend’s older brother, “See how puffy her pussy lips got?” The cold air contrasted with Sirius’ index tracing up your sensitive slit, collecting whatever leftover juices that James didn’t get down his throat, up to your engorged nub, and you squirmed, “And this clitty too, it’s so sensitive after she cums.”

“But she is shy, isn’t she?” James tutted.

“We can work on that, can’t we darling?” Sirius murmured, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. He’d make sure of that, if that was what James wanted.

You heard your brother snicker, and a fresh wave of tears settled at the edge of your eyes. It was all so degrading, but then why was your stomach fluttering?

“And we can start by thanking him, yeah?” Sirius said in the same murmur, but so distinctively colder. He’d be damned if you made a fool of him in front of James.

You mutter one out; it was half-arsed one, but Sirius saw right through it.

“Properly,” Sirius tutted, “and look at him,” and you hardly had a say in the matter when his fingers gripped at your jaw almost painfully, pushing it up so you could watch the last of your cum trickle down you James’ grinning face, his cheeks and nose glinting with your slick, his lips swollen from all the sucking of your swollen nub, and even his glasses were smeared with your cunny juices.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, James,” Sirius corrected.

“And thank you, Pads, but I do prefer big brother.” James was sick but it was undeniable that you were too because your cunt clenched once more at those two sinful sinful words.

Sirius wasn’t so wrong when he thought it was a perfect match.

“Go on, darling,” Sirius’ voice was threateningly sweet and you muttered it bashfully as though you hadn’t just been busy riding your brother’s face mere minutes ago, as though your clit had not rubbed all over that smirking face and your pussy had not been stuffed to the brim full of his fingers.

Oh, if mother knew…

“You are most welcome, baby sister,” James snickered, before turning back to Sirius with a devilish smirk on his face, “And as much as I love that tight little cunt, I think I’ve had enough of that hole for today.”

Today? Surely he can’t mean-

Your eyes widen in trepidation, to which Sirius returned with a smile that was simultaneously sweet and dark.

A fresh wave of tears trickled down your cheeks mirroring the same trickle of your brother’s saliva and your unwanted arousal down you pussy lips, sticky on your inner thigh.

“Oh come here,” your boyfriend cooed, “James doesn’t want to fuck you in your sweet little pussy, that’d be wrong, so wrong.” 

The implications are horrific, and your trickling tears became a steady stream, your body heaving in wracked sobs, but Sirius was there to comfort you once more as if he wasn’t the one who had offered you up to your brother.

“Don’t cry, darling, it’s gonna feel so good for you, your big brother can take care of you too, can’t he?” Peppering more soft kisses across your forehead, you heard Sirius continue to murmur words of comfort, between your confused cries and the jingle of an unbuckling belt, “James just wants to fuck your arse, and it doesn’t even count as sex when you take it up the arse.”

“It doesn’t?” you whimpered.

“Course not, your brother mustn’t fuck you properly like a real man,” Sirius murmured.

But if James wanted your pussy, which he did but that was not a matter of concern today, or if James wanted a scandal and put a sick deformed baby in your stomach, Sirius would be the first holding your legs wide apart so that James’ cock could sink deeper and deeper into you until that was exactly what happened, and that was because James deserved it and James deserved everything, and who cares if you were Sirius’ girlfriend or James’ little sister.

Anything for James.  

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[siriusblackslut]

One where James, married, mind you, helps the reader out of a dry spell and something more

Pairing: James Potter/Reader

Word: 4664

Warnings: cheating kink, serious breeding kink, infidelity, mildly dubious consent.

Lily was always so bloody tardy. Said she would be home by two and now it was two thirty and where exactly was she? Not home, that was one less place to look for.  

“She’s out on muggle business,” James had said smoothly, hands outstretched in an offer of a glass of scotch, “Did you want to wait for her?”

That was why you were having another tour of the house that had barely changed since your last visit.

Something on a Jason Pollock inspired painting that Lily had put up in their master, and the wallpaper she had chosen for the feature wall behind their bed and you were so bloody bored, throwing yourself face first onto the soft duvets of the bed, a muffled scream into the pillows.

There was a slight pause in James’ rambling, before you felt the mattress sink next to you. “Enough about me, how have you been?”

It was a response into the bed, “Alright, I s’pose.”

“Seeing anyone yet?”

Another muffled groan escaped your lips. “Why does everyone ask that?”

You could almost see the strict look he would’ve given you if you didn’t have your face buried into the sheets. Of course, it was in this archaic society that they would expect a woman to find someone nice, get married, settle down, maybe even pop out a few babies, whilst men like Sirius could go around fooling around for another rest of his life or so if he wanted to.

James sighed at your response, “Lily told me, you know.”

Now that got your attention, and you turned, head snapped up to face him. “What? What exactly did she tell you?”

“You know,” he started apprehensively, “that you were failing miserably finding a partner much less someone to bring home.”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “I-- I can’t believe she told you that!” because you didn’t need everyone knowing you hadn’t had good dicking for more than half a year now. You were so going to have a little talk with Lily when she got back.  

“You didn’t have to look very far you know,” James said cryptically.

You huffed in response, “Believe me, I’ve been to near every bar in London, muggle and wizarding otherwise.”

“Still no luck then?”

“Six months and counting,” If Lily was going to air your dirty laundry, you were going to make sure it dried.

“You only had to ask, you know” James said.

“Hardly seems—what?”

“I��m always happy to help out.”

Hands, and oh Merlin, they were strong and calloused and you could feel every bump of every vein brushing against the sensitive skin of you inner thigh and they were certainly not your own slender ones that you had grown so used to feeling when you frigged your own clit panting for something, anything in your dry spell, and your mind drew a blank at hands all steady and warm and masculine slipping under your skirt and the next thing you felt was the tracing of a finger, light and teasing against your panties had your breath hitching.

“I don’t think is very appropria—”

You cut off in a strangled moan before you could finish, James’ finger catching against lace, all shamefully slick, had the material brushing against the hood of your clit.

Only the hood of your clit and you were a mess and so needy and desperate. You tried not to imagine more.

“Any friend of my wife is a friend of mine.”

It was as though James was reminding you, reminding you that he, James Potter, yes the same James Potter who had his finger tracing up and down your clothed slit, was one, married and two, married to your friend, for Godric’s sake.

But you whined, and you whined like a bloody brat because you were so sensitive; it had only been a few months.

James snickered, amused at your conflicted nature where your thighs were trying to snap back together, but your mouth, your mouth was letting out an onslaught of whimpers and no’s and yes’s into one unintelligible string of speech.

“Lily told me everything, said you were getting so desperate,” he murmured. “Told me how you wanted good cock so bad.”

Cock?

Surely, you didn’t want cock, did you?

Alright, yes, maybe you did but certainly not Lily’s husband’s cock, right?

You weren’t that desperate, it’s only been six months since you had cock, not that rubbish plastic stuff you had hidden in your drawers but real hot delicious slab of meat, thick and warm and twitching and alive, sliding into the warmth of your folds and in and out and in and out until throbbing veins were coated with your pussy slick and—

You tell yourself you would happily settle for his fingers, as it that was any better.

Such a horrible horrible thing to do, cumming on James’, who was married, mind you, fingers, but to your pussy, the thought pulls nothing but a rush of blood, and you feel your pussy lips throb against his hand separated by the thinnest, flimsiest piece of lace.

Nothing more than a friend helping out a friend, those were his words.

“Fingers,” you murmured shyly, eyes averted.

A harsh laughter erupted from James’ lips, before he gave a tut, “I ‘spose we can start with ma fingers,” he said, “maybe that’ll convince you to take my cock.”

He didn’t even bother for you legs to fall apart, one slap to your thigh and he had already melded his thumb against your inner thigh.

“Gosh,” he mused with a mocking chuckle, “can see those puffy lips over the panties.”

Your mouth fell open and then promptly closed because what were you meant to say?

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all; it wasn’t too late to apologise for your indecency and go frig yourself on some plastic cock when you go home. 

Your legs began to snap shut, but James’ palm dug even harder into your sensitive flesh even more, forcing them apart.

He continued his musings, ignoring your newfound reluctance, “You know what that means don’t you, if I can see those pretty pink lips basically parted, begging?”

Brain had practically short-circuited and his touch, pads of his fingers pushing lightly, dipping shallow into your slit over your lacy panties.

At the absence of your response, James answered himself. “Means you’re sopping, sweetheart,” he said, “you’re sopping and gushing so hard because you’re getting off on being a homewrecker, and all your girl cum has stained your panties and now it’s all soaked nice and wet and transparent that I can see you clitty all swollen and the prettiest lips just bursting out of you knickers for me.”

“I—” you trailed off and then another squirm, but it was definitely more feeble this time round because, oh just the way those words had tumbled out of his mouth, so lewd and so filthy and the thing was, there wasn’t one bit of lie in any of his words.

James, seemingly quite bored with all the back and forth, didn’t wait for you to respond, and he supposed your sopping pussy trickling all your horny juices were as good as permission, not that you hadn’t already admitted to wanting his fingers so bad.

Taking matters into his own hands, quite literally, James hooked his thumb under your lace panties and yanked them down in one motion.

The sound of expensive French lace ripping snapped you out of your horny daze and your hips squirm, but James didn’t even give you another chance to play helpless victim, calloused palm giving another great shove had your thighs splayed out so wide it hurt, your muscles straining and he goes straight in, makes his way to exactly what he wanted.

“Shut up and enjoy this,” he snarled and before you know it, you felt them, fingers, thick and unforgiving, sinking into your wet pussy folds, and shamefully for you, even the harshness, suddenness of his motion didn’t require any lubrication.

External lubrication, that was; James wasn’t lying when he had commented on your pussy quite positively dripping.

Which begs the question of just how exactly were you even getting off on this? Lily was your friend and Lily Evans, no Lily Potter was your friend and Lily bloody Potter, your friend, who was going to be home any moment--

But your thighs were no longer straining against Lily bloody Potter’s husband’s palm, because Lily bloody Potter’s husband’s fingers were sinking and fucking into your pussy, pussy basically virginal having seen no cock for the past half a year, and the feeling of fullness around Lily bloody Potter’s husband’s fingers were just too overwhelming that you had forgotten to clamp your thighs up to force him out.

“See? Told you you’d like it,” James said so smugly, and with another shove of his fingers into your tight pussy, he had you moaning, throwing your head back against the wall with the wallpaper Lily had chosen, because gosh, this was such good finger stuffing.

James continued the onslaught of dirty words, “All slick and ready already, weren’t you? You like this.”

You gave the smallest shake of your head, as if you hadn’t been moaning only a second ago at his fingers lodged deep inside you.

“Are you sure?” he asked with fake concern, “But look how greedy your pussy is, pretty lips just keeps swallowing up my fingers.”

That could not be true! But when you leant forward to check, sure enough, the obscene sight of his two fingers, all thick and calloused shining glossy and your heart sank when it could only be your pussy slick, sliding in and out of your lips that were stretching with every thrust, straining to fit all of his knuckles because it had been so long.

And what was that?

You gasped at the sight of your hips that seemed to have a mind of their own, giving light shallow thrusts, joining in with the symphony, little pulls away along with the pulls of his fingers, and then the delicious sinks in time with his so that those thick fingers could be fucked as deep into you as possible.  

It was as though your pussy was so resolute on getting off that it didn’t care whose fingers your walls were going to clench around, going to cum on.

James smirked at the sight of your face with your jaw dropped and eyes wide,  all mesmerised by the sight of his fingers pushing in and pulling out of you, “Do you like watching?” he asked, and so conversationally too as if he wasn’t giving you the best finger fuck you had ever gotten, “Watching just how well you take my fingers? How well your pussy can take a stuffing?”

There was no denying it now, your hips were now meeting every single thrusts of his fingers without fail.

He continued in a mocking coo, “Come on, I already know it, ma arm’s dripping with your pussy juice, just wanna hear it from that pretty mouth.”

Would it be so bad just to admit it? I mean, it was rather obvious wasn’t it, he was already stuffing you so full of thick digits, you were dripping and dripping everywhere and the sheets on your arse growing damp was good evidence of that and James’ forearm glistening with your juices…

Your voice was small. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, “and since you can admit it, I’m gonna be nice and stuff another finger into you, kay?”

Your head was too quick to give furious nods, throwing them back and forth in between your breathy moans, before a shriek was ripped from your throat at the feeling of more, another one of his thick digits sliding snugly into where they belong.

That was right, your pussy.

Not his wife’s, not Lily’s.

Yours.

Your head drooped down in a sort of pleasure haze and you weren’t even supposed to see it, that wasn’t your intention but it was impossible to miss.

Gold, proud and pure and a promise, it was the glint of his wedding band.

Sliding so mesmerizingly, towards and then away and towards and then away from your glistening pink folds, the cold metal grazing against the heat of your pussy, more specifically that deliciously sensitive bit of skin between your arse and pussy lips with every forceful thrust and that, that was what got you over the edge.

Your trembling legs clamped up as much as they could with James situated between your thighs and you let moan after moan tumble out of your mouth until you were nothing but a whimpering mess, James still driving his wedded hand, ring still on his bloody finger, in and out and in and out and you at an unforgiving pace.

And when he finally decided you had enough, that your dry spell had ended, he pulled them out with a wet squelch filling the room and you could see it once more, his wedding band glistening with your cum juices.

“Ma fingers that good huh?” he said with a smirk.

Still wracked with an orgasm that finally didn’t involve your own fingers, you gave a limp nod.

“Just wait till you get ma cock, darling.”

You scrambled back a little.

Fingers, you could justify, but cock?

James shook his head with an unimpressed look on his face, “Didn’t think I’d let you get off and not give you a bitta married cock did ya?” he said with a tut, and as you pull your eyes to glance up dubiously at him, you knew you were a goner.

His hands, veins pulsing, was fisting at his cock, that looked so delicious, girthy and lengthy, a slight curve towards the tip and looking so alive and you knew you must have it.

At that moment in time, you could hardly care if this was Lily Potter’s husband because Lily got this cock every day and it was so bloody unfair and it was only fair if you had a go cumming on it.

It was Lily’s fault anyways. If she hadn’t gone babbling to her husband, then her husband with his conscience so pure and kind wouldn’t have to go help a friend out.

It happened so quickly even before you could voice exactly what you wanted, James went ahead and took exactly that and exactly that was your six-month virginity. Two strides towards you and he was sinking, sinking and oh sinking, head of his cock with his slit weeping as it pushed apart your folds that you were so sure had clamped shut from your previous orgasm and only six months of disuse.

James snickered, “Weren’t lying when you said it had been half a year huh?

You shook your head, nothing able to escape your mouth anymore except for moans and pants and whimpers and whines because you only had one focus, and that was to capture this beautiful memory, committing every detail of your pussy was swallowing cock that belonged to your friend’s husband.

“Basically virginal,” James grunted, letting each syllable fall from his lips with every thrust and it was at the final one when his hips meet yours harshly at some certain angle and thick veiny goodness hit somewhere deep in your pussy that you didn’t know was even there in the first place.

You practically have a seizure on his cock, another scream pulled forcibly from your throat. You were never going to last long, your first stuffing of cock in bloody ages, but you also didn’t expect your pussy walls to be fluttering already, at that point where you knew it would only take a few more thrusts for you to get see stars.  

James grinned at your reaction, continuing both the unforgiving pace and that filthy mouth of his, “Virginal, just like when I took Lily’s virginity on this bed.”

The mention of your friend, another reminder, was supposed to make you feel horrible, but it pulled nothing but another clench of your pussy because it was simple, you were a slut. 

Still, you tried to grasp at any semblance of control you still had. “Don’t—don’t say that!” you managed to stutter in amidst of your pleasure haze.

“Oh, but it’s true,” he grinned wickedly, “she had her legs spread wide open like you have now.”

Your eyes scrunched in response at his taunt, but it barely lasted a minute before you felt the sharp sting of a slap against your cheek. Eyes flew open in surprise to be met with a wolfish grin on James’ face.

“Watch,” he murmured mockingly, “watch your pussy eat married cock, much less your friend’s husband’s cock.”

You shook your head in defiance, was it all a show? Simply a façade? Because it was happening, you didn’t need to see it to know it, the pleasure blossoming from your pussy letting you never forget what exactly was happening.

James huffed at your disobedience, and with a roll his eyes, his fingers, the same ones that had brought you there moments ago, yes the one with his bloody ring still wet with your juices flying to gripped at your chin. His thumb dug into the hollows of your cheek and there was nowhere else to look but down.

And what you see was downright sinful.

The stretch of your creamy thighs, and the barest glimpse of pink were from your swollen pussy lips, stretched and strained in every way possible as it tugged at the shaft of James’ cock, disappearing and reappearing once more as it continued driving out of you, shiny with your arousal mixing with his precum.

“Tummy’s bulging too,” James’ grunted with each hard thrust, “Just you ‘magine if I just put a baby there.”

You didn’t think your eyes could open any wider, but they did.

James smiled scornfully at the reaction his words drew from you because he knew. “Wanna baby so bad you actually want to carry my seed huh? Lil’s said you wanted to settle down too, you know.”

“No!” You barely make it out through gritted teeth, but it was impossible to hide that involuntary clench of your walls at his filthy words because his cock was lodged so deep in your pussy.

James sniggered at your expression. “You do know you can just get pregnant on this right? Can you feel me dripping into your pussy?”

You let out a sound, somewhere between a strangled moan and a whine as soon as the word fell from his lips because you felt it too, slit of his cock hitting your cervix, weeping right into your womb, so fertile, with every thrust.

“We can trick Lily you know,” he continued with the most evil grin on his face. “She’d never know.”

“James, please,” you begged but the thing was, you weren’t sure what exactly you were begging for, begging for him to stop such mean and nasty and hot words, or begging for him to do exactly that.

You hoped it was the former but judging from the way your pussy was clamping down, happily swallowing each thrust of his married meat and so happy for more, it was probably the latter.

“Don’t lie to me.” And he thrust harder once more leaving you a whimpering mess. “Your pussy is clenching so hard, betraying you.”

God you were so close.

“You wanna little boy or a girl?” he snarled with another powerful thrust.

You shook your head violently in response. Cumming on his fingers was one thing, and then that impending orgasm that was approaching that was surely going to be on his cock with the way things were going was another.

But his seed, and you could see it now, dripping from you, your pink folds all messy with creamy pearly white dripping from your pussy lips. James’ cockhead ramming against your cervix, his sensitive slit so ready to burst and just drown your slutty body with a torrent of his cum all potent.

And it wasn’t supposed to, that image, so vile and so dirty and so nasty was not supposed to but it did it, gave you that little bit more and brought you right there.

You sobbed as your walls pulsate around him, clamping down on married meat as your second orgasm washed right over you, straight up knocked you down off your feet but James, he didn’t care whether you were cumming or not.

Burying his fingers in your hair, adding to the multitude of sensation that wracked your slutty body, and he yanked your head towards his. Breath all hot against your ear and he snarled, “I said,” and another snap of his hips had you screaming in the midst of your orgasm, “you want a boy or a girl?”

“Girl,” you panted, barely registering the question, because this had to stop or you didn’t think you could ever cum on cock that wasn’t taken already.

Another pull of your beautiful hair, harder this time, until your back was curled unnaturally inwards, hurting, but hurting so good, “You wanna have a baby with me so bad huh?”

Legs trembling at the overstimulation, but your walls were still twitching, clamping. It was as though they knew that it wasn’t finished. It didn’t matter that you had already cum, no it wasn’t finished just yet until there was creamy cum trickling into your womb, pearly essence coating your cute little pussy.

But you mustn’t! There came a point where you had to draw a line.

You forced your hips to shuffle back from his pistoning ones in amidst of your pleasure haze but James didn’t even let you have the chance. Another fistful of hair and you were so sure your hair was about to separate from your scalp, your skull.

“Wanna dress her up in piggy tails and cute little dresses huh? Wanna bring her round so Lily can have a tea party with her?

In for the penny, in for the pound.

And you wanted it too, to have Lily fret over your little girl, a child that was fucked into you by her husband without her knowledge and so you nodded furiously alongside those breathy pants.

Another tug of your hair, pulling you closer as he slammed into you so he was even deeper than ever before, “Wanna look at your child for the rest of your life and remember the feeling of my cock inside you greedy cunt,” he snarled.

Fuck one orgasm you were going to have two. Or one humungous one, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that there was something building, building on top of an already very high wave that you had been riding out, another crest above a crest.

“Want me to breed you.”

“Yes,” a pretty moan fell from your mouth, your pussy walls fluttering.

“Me, your friend Lily’s husband, you want James’ Potter’s cock so bad you would let him into your pussy all raw and let him knock you up and put a little baby girl inside you womb.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” and that was what sent you over the edge once more, or prolonged it or whatever, it hardly mattered because you were screaming, cumming on James’ cock once more.  

James’ thrust, still powerful and unrelenting, slowed, and you supposed it was only a matter of time before the clamping of basically virginal pussy was bound to get him there.

“Let’s just hope she doesn’t end up as much as a slut as her mother, then,” you heard James say.

With one final thrust, he buried his married cock deep inside you, and you forced your eyes open, tears pricking the edges and corner of your waterline but you mustn’t miss it—

And there it was, you watched in glee, balls twitching quite violently and soon you feel it too, spurts of hot white liquid, dangerous, potent, filling you to the brim.

Your body knew what to do, and it also certainly didn’t help that the sight of yourself getting creampied was so hot, prolonging your own orgasm even though your thighs were shuddering but you had to do this.

Another wave of clenches, your pussy walls clamping against James’ cock, drinking all his virile fertile cum, sucking it up so that it went deep inside your womb, not a drop of pearly white wasted but stored safe in your womb as though it was hot liquid gold.

You didn’t think you could be any happier.

Dry spell no longer dry seeing your pussy was so slick with creamy potent cum, James’ softening cock still lodged deep inside you too, just meant none of that good stuff could trickle out on their marriage bed, which coincidentally, was where they had consummated their marriage.

Quite happy, that was, until you heard the slam of the front door.

Lily!

You scrambled up, and James’ cock, limp, but still impressively large, glistening with your cunny juices and any remnants of his cum, slipped out. With nothing stopping the flow, your pussy let out an obscene sound, followed by a glob of creamy cum sliding out of your outer lips, trickling down your inner thigh.

James didn’t seem to be in a rush, picking up the shreds of your lacy panties and shoving them deep in his pocket, whilst you were desperate, trying to find something, some towels, tissues, anything to wipe up the cum now sliding out of your pussy drawing little strings and cobwebs of shiny slick between your thighs.

And even with Lily’s footsteps growing louder and louder up the stairs, James grinned and handed you a pair of cute pretty panties, light periwinkle blue.

My god, they couldn’t be Lil’s pantie--

“Put them on,” he said with a wicked grin, “They’ll stop ma seed from sliding out.”

You do because what else you’re meant to do?

Whilst James smoothed out the sheets, and you were quite proud to say it looked very clean as though the both of you hadn’t just fucked on it minutes ago, not a bit of damp spot because that just meant all of it was nice and full in your cumbelly, you slipped his wife’s panties on.  

The feeling of soft silk, cold, brushing against the heat of your clit and your folds and your entire well-fucked pussy sent a tingle through your pussy – god you could never go back now, could never fuck a cock that wasn’t already taken.

Footsteps grew louder, and before Lily had come into the master, James shot you a wicked grin,” Look Lil’s in the eye when she comes in,” he whispered, “So full of her husband’s cum in her womb, wearing her panties.”

Another flutter of your walls, and not a moment later, Lily, who was James, the person who had just stuffed you full of cock and cum, wife, was at the door.

“Oh my god,” Lily said apologetically at the sight of you, “I completely forgot I was meant to leave early today!”

Her fault.

Her fault that she wasn’t home and her fault that she had told James about your sexual frustration that he had no choice but to help you out.  

“That’s okay,” you managed.

You felt glob of cum slip out of your pussy but it was alright this time round because they pooled safely in the material of Lily’s panties, and you had peace of mind that you could fuck it back into yourself when you got home.

“You showed her the cot, James?” she asked, gesturing to the cute little crib at the corner of their room, “We’re trying for a baby!”

“That’s amazing!” you murmured, and your pussy fluttered once more, more of her husband cum in trickling out of you staining her pretty panties because all you could see was both of James’ children playing together in the garden somewhere.

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[siriusblackslut]

One where Remus plugs the reader, Sirius’ girlfriend, nice and full

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Reader

Word: 3696

Warnings: cheating kink, breeding kink, infidelity, mildly dubious consent. 

“What’s that?”

You straightened up immediately because bent over Sirius’ bed trying to look for one of his shirts because you were clumsy enough to spill a bit of tea on yours during breakfast was certainly not how you wanted to be caught by your boyfriend’s best friend.

Flustered, you smoothed over your skirt, turning to face him. “Oh, hello Remus.”

“Hello.”

Hands wrung because this was so bloody awkward and that was because you couldn’t seem to remember whether or not you were wearing any panties, or did Sirius nick them after your morning session? “Can I help you with anything?”

“Yeah. What’s that?” he repeated the question once more.

You swallowed because you knew exactly what he was referring to, “What’s what?”

“That red jewel around your…” he trailed off, long lanky fingers waving around your crotch area and your cheeks darken because it was the latter.

“I–” you wanted to tell him off because wasn’t that so bloody impolite? But Remus was Sirius’ best friend, and he couldn’t have possibly meant any harm, could he? “It’s a pussy plug,” you admitted softly, still unable to believe you were telling your him this.

“Plug? What for?”

My god, wasn’t he so adorable when he was curious?

“Cum, Remus. Sirius likes the idea of me walking around plugged up with his seed all day.” Your boyfriend was one kinky bastard.

“Can I see?”

Cheeks flared up more than you ever thought was humanly possible because boy if that wasn’t one brash and straightforward request. “Uh–”

Remus must have sensed some sort of reluctance because he backtracked immediately, “Sorry,” he said, head hanging shamefully, “I didn’t know how that sounded. That was so inappropriate.”

“No, no! It’s okay,” you assured him because it was Remus, sweet sweet Remus who didn’t have a single bone of malice in his body, couldn’t possibly have an ulterior motive and he was Sirius’ best friend after all. Besides, your curiosity was peaking a little too, “Have you never seen one before?”

He shook his head, a light blush over his face as if embarrassed.

Big green eyes all curious and you couldn’t say no to a face like that.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” you conceded, plopping yourself onto Sirius’ bed, but then Remus, Godric, Remus who was so awkward and had zero ability to read any social cues followed suit, eyes trained on you and definitely not turning the other direction as you had expected. All wide-eyed and intent and it was too late to back out.

Still sitting at the edge of the bed, you spread your legs a little because you weren’t about lay on your back and flash Remus’ your pussy that was getting a little slicker just at the thought of it, weirdly enough. Awkward stretch of arms and you were still unable to reach at that garnet at the end of the pussy plug because your limbs were a little too short and Sirius was the one who had plugged you up full today.

“Do you need help with that?” Remus asked kindly.

“Uh–” I mean if you were going to flash him either ways… “Sure.”

“Lay on your back,” he instructed and you did as told, and soon enough it was all hot breaths against your thigh and he must be quite close now.

Long slender fingers accidentally brushed against your pussy lips sending your walls throbbing around the plug. Moments later, a sinfully wet pop and it squelches out. You tried to ignore the fact that your pussy lips all pink and fluttering around absolutely positively nothing, was in Remus’ full view. Instead, you brought your attention to the little red pussy plug Remus’ had held up into your field of view. It was hardly any better, seeing Sirius’ cum and your pussy juices trickling over his long fingers. Fingers that looked as though they could give you the best fucking of–

You blinked because you felt a new wave of slick flooding your walls.

“I–” you stuttered, “I think that’s enough,” because it had just hit you that you had your legs spread wide open, pussy overwhelmed with the sensation of your boyfriend’s cum from this morning dribbling out, and in front of someone who was most definitely not your boyfriend.

You tried to wriggle up but Remus held you down with his palms pressing firmly against your tummy through your shirt. One finger stroked up your slit had your thighs quivering You tried again because your brain wasn’t quite comprehending what exactly was happening. Sweet awkward Remus, best friend to Sirius, your boyfriend, had his fingers up your pussy? What in the world was happening? “I think that’s eno–”

“But we’re just getting started,” he murmured and godric, it felt like relief when his finger finally trailed away from your slit to your clit, “Your dripping, darling.”

So flustered you were, a multitude of sensations between your legs and your head was spinning at this strange interaction. “What–”

Middle finger turned into thumb until it was rough fleshy pads drawing circles around your nub “Oh don’t even deny it,” he mused mockingly at your confused state and tone, and the thing was, he wasn’t wrong, those slow teasing circles sending pleasurable sparks down your spine, making your folds feel slicker than ever before and definitely not at all helping with your muddled brain.

“We shouldn’t—”

“Oh shut that silly mouth of yours will you?” he snapped finally, patience running thin from all your unfinished babbles, “Little clitty’s gotten all swollen for me.”

Hearing such foul foul words flowing out of sweet Remus was the last thing you had expected.

“Sirius wouldn’t be—”

Thumbs stopped their ministrations, a sharp slap to your pussy. The sound of slick on slick rang around the dormitory. You whimpered, not at the sting because god that was bloody hot and only did wonders for that building feeling behind your belly. No, you whimpered at the withdraw of his touch.

“Don’t wanna hear that name,” he growled.

“Remus—”

“That’s right,” he murmured approvingly with a mocking nod, “Only my name out of those pretty little mouth alright?”

He continued his unforgiving pace around your clit, and when he paired that with a plunge of his index and middle into your sopping slick folds, you gasped seeing not just stars but galaxies.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he instructed, “fuck all of Sirius’ cum out so I can replace it with my own.”

You whined in happy response to his words, so bloody dirty coming out of Remus who was always so soft and gentle and kind, and even though it was so wrong, it was hard not to comply when you were too busy chasing your building orgasm.

Your hips grinding met his slender fingers pumping and you felt more and more of Sirius cum from earlier this morning, leak out to make space for Remus’ long digits, stickiness rubbing against your thigh but it barely registered with that intense pleasure burning at the pool of your belly until you were suddenly gasping and moaning his name, bucking forward even harsher and plunging your sopping pussy to meet the thrust of Remus’ two measly fingers.

Even Sirius couldn’t do that.

And once you had blinked out of your pleasure haze, vision returning to your eyes no longer clenched shut and those contractions ebbing into mere flutters of your pussy walls, you looked up to see Remus cooing, fingers having left your sensitive clit trailing to meld themselves against your thigh, stroking it gently with his thumb as you came down from you high.

“Remus, I think we should stop” you panted even though fingers of his other hand, slick as ever before from all your pussy cum juices, were still locked deep into you.

He pouted, “You’re not going to return the favour?”

“I—”

But trousers and boxers were already tugged down hastily in one motion, revealing lean thighs full of tight muscle and sinew you could have only dreamt of if you hadn’t seen them with your two own eyes.

Two strides and his cock, standing proud all thick and pretty with the tip an angry purply-red, vein throbbing peeking up from the underside, yummy enough to devour was pumped in his palm.

“Bit rude aren’t you?” he mocked at the way you had trailed off with your eyes wide as saucers running the length of his delicious cock. “So willing to spread your legs like a slut for your boyfriend’s best friend but not willing to give at all.”

“I’d be cheat–”

“You already fucked yourself on my fingers though,” he snickered “Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

Perhaps Remus was not so sweet and innocent after all.

Not waiting for a response, deeming the way your legs were still parted a good enough answer, Remus guided his fisted cock to your swollen lips that were still clenching around nothing from your previous orgasm. Head of his cock, dipped into your velvety walls it drew a sharp intake of breath from him. When he pulled back, you could see that his slit was weeping, mixing with your arousal and a bit of Sirius’ cum that had dribbled out from the way your pussy walls had clenched and squeezed from your previous orgasm.

That delicious stretch and just from the shallow sinking of the head of his cock? You were too far gone. Sirius had nothing on Remus. Your greedy pussy just wanted to swallow the entirety of his thick long cock and you were so ready to have him give you one of the best fucks of your life. “Stop teasing,” you breathe, facade of a faithful girlfriend lost to the wind now.

He ignored you, one hand slapping the inside of your thigh because how dare you have the audacity to command him, before he pressed down harshly so your legs were laying flushed resting on the bed. Other hand still fisting at his cock dipped once more into your begging sopping pussy lips that were now positively parted from you being so aroused so ready to take him, but then he pulled out, and dipped back in again, godric what a fucking tease, and finally when he had enough of teasing your slit, he slid it up until you felt the slit of his cock leaking against your clit and you moaned.

You moaned with your head propped on the pillow that still had Sirius’ smell on it, back against the same bed that Sirius’ fucked you in earlier this morning and legs spread for Sirius’ best friend. “Please,” you blabbered because all the rest had been just practice, whether it was your morning fuck with Sirius, the pussy plug lodged into your most days, or Remus’ fingers. This was the real thing you had been preparing for, to be split wide open on werewolf cock.

“Such a fucking slut,” he scoffed, continuing his torturously slow teasing. Head of his cock slid up and down your slit just grazing across your clit as he mixed his precum with your arousal and Sirius’ cum. “Only a second ago were you begging for me to stop and now you’re begging for me to fuck you.”

You whimpered at his words and that was because they were nothing but the truth.

He grinned at your helpless response, continuing the same ministrations whilst leaning over your body, still fully clothed besides the flip of your skirt. And as though you couldn’t get any hotter and more bothered and more aroused, he whispered into your ear, voice low and rumbly and his breaths all strained, “Fucking your boyfriend’s best friend.”

You took a sharp intake because he named it, the both of you having a very clear idea of exactly what you were doing now. From the way his face lit up, he must have also felt the way your pussy clenched at his dirty dirty words, even if it was just pulsating walls against the sensitive head of his cock barely dipped between your eager parted pussy lips.

“Getting off on that thought huh?,” he asked, smirking, “Course you would, and why’s that?”

“Because I’m a dirty slut,” you said without missing a beat because you were one, weren’t you?

He smiled that scornful smile at that answer, and you don’t think you had ever seen Remus so mean and nasty and you loved every minute of it, especially when his cock was so close to you so ready to split you into two.

But then he stepped back, and you whined at the loss throbbing cock with slick head sliding up and down your pussy, that was until long fingers sink between your sopping folds, scooping creamy white which he promptly shoved into your panting mouth. “See this? Sirius’ seed? Gonna fuck it right out of you.”

“Please,” you whined like a cheating brat, or tried to anyways with his fingers feeding you Sirius’ cum and your own pussy juice, hooking onto your cheeks.

Finally, finally, he did as promised, lining himself and a forceful push of his hips, your pussy has never felt so full, a beautiful burning sensation with your walls straining and stretching at the sudden intrusion.

“So big,” you blab too giddily, finally stretched so good, pussy swallowing thick veiny goodness and a familiar rise erupted in your belly simply from being filled so full to the brim of werewolf cock.

“How else am I supposed to get your boyfriend’s cum outta that pussy huh?” he snarled as if this was the easiest and most practical solution.

A squelch and you felt it, Sirius’ cum from earlier this morning forced out of your pussy to accommodate Remus’ huge cock. Balls slapped against cum against your swollen outer lips against your thighs against the sheets suddenly the Sirius’ sheets looked like a big sticky white mess.

Sirius wouldn’t know though, he’d think it was from this morning.

“The way it’s just gushing out of that cute little pussy,” Remus mused, “It’s as though it doesn’t belong there.”

Hips slammed you hard into the mattress and you had no choice but to fist the sheets, the same one where Sirius’ laid when you bounced on his cock this morning. “Do you know what belongs there?”

You didn’t answer him because all you could think about is the way his cock slid into you better than Sirius’ ever did, filling you so full to the brim until you feel your folds stretching, hugging snug to the shape of Remus’ girthy cock, the angle of which he was fucking you hitting every spot so perfectly, brushing against your clit so beautifully.

Palm struck across your cheek, stinging, and you whined, not because it hurt but because he stopped it all, that pleasurable rhythmic burn against your walls as he nearly pulled out when he drew back to glare at you. “Answer me, slut,” he snapped, “I said do you know what belong in this pretty pink pussy?”

You knew what he wanted you to say. “Your cock.”

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, stroking your face mockingly before he slammed right back, and your pussy walls stretched once more to accommodate him, encapsulating every throbbing vein and even that slight crook to his cock. This time when he returned that unforgiving rhythm, he matched each thrust with a flick of your clit and you wailed.

He snickered at your undone state, before snarling, “Gotta be quiet or Sirius is gonna hear.”

That threat hardly rung anything in your pleasure-induced brain because you were nearly there, with each flick of his slender fingers resulting with your back arching and arching, legs wrapping tighter and tighter around his trouser clad thighs.

“I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Gonna cum, darling?” he jeered? “Go on then, you’ve got to cum to push out Sirius’ cum anyways.”

Hearing such filthy filthy words spilling from Remus’ mouth, him telling you how dirty this deed was, how much of a slut your were, and just exactly who was fucking you so good, sent you over the edge.

Thighs trembled as they wrapped tightly around Remus’ pistoning hips and you came harder than you had ever before, nothing but the chant of his name – Remus, Remus, Remus — like a prayer falling out of your babbling mouth as if you were reminding yourself of exactly who got you so undone, who made your little pussy feel so good, and exactly whose cock your pussy lips were tugging onto refusing to let go with every thrust of his hips because it was so thirsty, so wanting to drink up some creamy cum.

It was certainly not your boyfriend’s.

Instead, your walls tightened around your boyfriend’s best friend’s cock and the remainder of what hadn’t been fucked out of you from Remus’ huge cock now dribbled out from all the involuntary clenching of your pussy.

Remus smiled at the sight of white dribbling against swollen pink lips onto stark white of the sheets. Subtle enough so that Sirius wouldn’t notice it, but outline obvious enough for Remus to spot because he knew exactly what to look for, and boy was he glad to have something to remind him of how he had taken his mate’s best friend and turned her into a whore hungry for werewolf cock, and on his bed too.

Shame it was only for the remainder of the week until the house-elves came around to do laundry. Maybe he would have to do this at least once a week.

“Good, good,” Remus murmured breathlessly in that mocking voice of his to your clenching walls and over your unintelligible babbles, “now this pussy is all empty for my cum now.”

With you squirming and legs trembling still riding out your orgasm, Remus’ fingers left your sensitive clit, and he slipped them under your shirt until you felt fingers, still wet and sticky from your pussy juice, wrapped around your waist. Anchoring himself onto you, he thrust even deeper, or pulled you even closer, you weren’t quite sure it was which but you didn’t care because it felt so good with parts of your pussy you were sure having never seen cock all being stimulated, and it just sent you to another crest, orgasm blurring with the next and you rode wave after wave of it, hips grinding furiously with his.

Remus’ rutting grew even more desperate with your prolonged orgasm, and you supposed the continuous tight clamping of your pussy was bound to bring him to his climax sooner than later. Sure enough, his thrusts became sloppy, losing momentum as he slipped into a languid rhythm, though still equally as deep and hard, and then somewhere in your pleasure induced fever, you felt him release, cock twitching inside your fluttering walls painting your insides white.

It was only after the both of your pants died into heavy breaths did you push him off. He rolled off you quite easily, softening cock sliding out leaving swollen pussy lips, now fluttering around nothing.

You sat up to see a creamy mess leaking out of your well-fucked hole now that there was nothing to stop it, whether it be a pussy plug or Remus’ cock.

You weren’t quite sure what to feel.

Dirty, and disgusting, but you had to be lying if that wasn’t so bloody hot, watching that pearl of white encased around your puffy pussy lips, a sticky creamy mess smearing across your swollen clit.

Especially when that cum belonged to someone it shouldn’t’.

Conflicted, you reached for the shirt, yes, the one that got you into this dirty hot mess in the first place, the one that had you trekking too many stairs up from the Great Hall to retrieve, and the one that didn’t even belong to you in the first place because it was Sirius who offered, saying he had a spare shirt you could borrow when you had spilt tea on your own during breakfast.

Yes, you reached for that shirt and arm bent at an odd angle to wipe at that growing hot trail of white trickling out between your pink lips staining the insides of your thighs, but you barely managed two swipes before Remus stopped you, his fingers gripping at your wrist.

“Gotta plug you back up now,” he muttered angrily, reaching for the pussy plug. “Or else Sirius will know.

You swallowed, a new wave of slick involuntarily flooding your already sopping pussy from juices of so many kind, swollen lips throbbing at the idea of you walking around all plugged up with someone else’s seed, Godric forbid your boyfriend’s best friend’s seed, and all while your boyfriend though it was his own.

There was something so truly wrong with you, but you didn’t care because this was hot.

One hand holding you down with his palms pressed against your clothed stomach, you instinctively spread your legs, but when he didn’t plug you back up right away, you leaned forward to see what was holding him up.

Cheeks darkened to find that what had started as a small drop of pearly cum between your parted pussy lips had now trickled down your slit.

With his bright green eyes peering quite intently at your messy pussy, one long middle finger trailed up your quivering slit to collect every single drop, and he pushed it back inside you.

“If Sirius like you plugged full, we can’t waste any now can we?”

There was no way he could miss the clench of your walls at his words.

Once he had gathered all his cum up and pushed it back into you, he finally pushed the plug into you, locking you so full of his seed, and you couldn’t help but notice it was done a little too expertly for someone who had supposedly not even seen one until today.

You opened your mouth to point it out but he beat you to it.

“You better get back down to the Great Hall or Sirius might come looking,” he said with a wicked grin, patting the inside of your thigh.

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