m i s c h i e f

Nervous wasn’t the word that could possibly describe how you felt. Scared would maybe be better. Terrified, perhaps. You boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed as excited as ever. His shaggy hair was glistening with melted snow, his smile bright as the sun. He was so happy… Christmas was always special time for you, but never for him. You wanted to change it, and he was more than pleased to let you. That’s why you invited him to spend Christmas with you and your family. Your parents were always supportive, and always so curious about the wizarding community, so when you wrote them a letter asking if it was okay for Sirius to come they were happy to agree. Only now it didn’t seem like a good idea. Sirius was charming and funny, but what if your parents won’t like him?

“Y/N!” Your mom stormed out of the house as soon as you got out of the cab. She closed you in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Me too,” you laughed in her hair, hugging her back. She smelled like cinnamon sticks and dried oranges, the best possible scent ever.

Your dad walked to you as well and grabbed your suitcase after hugging you.

“Mom, dad, this is Sirius.” You grabbed his hand and smiled lovingly at his rosy cheeks.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” You boyfriend wasn’t intimidated at all when he shook hands with your dad, and was just a bit surprised when your mom pulled him into a hug.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” She took a step back, but still held his arms. “I hope you like casserole, Y/N told me you do, so I made some for today’s dinner and–“

“Honey,” your dad stopped her chattering. “Let’s go outside first, it’s snowing again, we’ll freeze here.”

“Yes, you’re right,” she laughed and shook her head. “I’m just so glad to have you both here.”

Your father opened the door and let you all in. “Sirius will sleep in the guest room, is that alright?”

“Perfect, sir,” he answered, smiling widely.

“I’ll show him the room,” you anticipated your mom, who already opened her mouth, and grabbed Sirius’ hand.

You dragged him to said room and sighed when he closed the door behind him. He placed his bag on the bed and turned to you with soft smile.

“Your parents are really cool, you know?” He gently grabbed your face in his hands and brought you as close as he could without breaking eye contact.  

“They can be a little… too much. Especially mom,” you laughed softly.

He leaned and kissed your smile, warmth of his lips made you lean onto him and wrap your arms around his waist. You opened your lips slightly, his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“Kids!” You heard your mom calling you. “Come for dinner!”

With a sigh you kissed Sirius once again and with slight smile left the room.

***

You thought that trying to get some private time was hard enough at Hogwarts, but your home was whole another level of impossible. The thing is, your parents really loved Sirius. He was charming, as always, and he soon became their favorite. Everything had to be approved by him, every dish seasoned to his liking, and they never had enough of his stories about the “big, wizarding world” as they called it. It was all adorable and you were happy they liked him, but it made everything much more difficult for you.

First night when Sirius tried to sneak into your room, the squeaking floor woke your parents and your mother rushed out of the bed to give Sirius a glass of water he surely woke up for. Yes, your parents were all too helpful.

But now… this could be the day. Your father and mother went out to buy some groceries for Christmas and currently you were sitting on Sirius, his tongue in your mouth, your fingers lost in his black hair. His hands were on your hips, guiding you slightly back and forth, just enough so you could grind onto his hard length still trapped in his jeans. You were purposefully wearing only skirts, so now the stiff material of this trousers rubbed you perfectly through your thin, wet panties. You sighed in his mouth when he moved you harder on his hardness, just enough to hit your pulsing clit. You brought him closer, feeling the pleasure slowly spill in your lady parts. While one of his hands stayed on your hips, the other travelled up, under your sweater where it kneaded your breast through your soft bra.

The door swung open. “Honey, I forgot to ask you– Oh.“ You’ve never jumped so fast before. Your mom was all red, with her hand on the doorknob and shopping list in the other. “–If Sirius likes spinach.” She decided to pretend as if nothing was happening before she entered the room and you thanked for that in your mind, even though she seemed a little struck.

“I– I love spinach,” Sirius said, breaking uncomfortable silence. “But maybe I should go with you, I’m sure you could use someone to carry the groceries.”

You knew what he was doing. He wanted to make your mom feel more comfortable with the thought that you two won’t be alone at home again, and even though your pussy ached for his dick like never before you had to admit it was smart. He dulled her vigilance, and she would soon forget it.

“Yes, thank you, dear.” She smiled at him hesitantly. “It would be a great help.”

He touched your hand reassuringly and left with your mom. You heard him put on his shoes and your mom asking whether there were Christmas songs in this “wizarding world”, and then them closing the door.

You were left alone in the guest room that already smelled like Sirius, with your panties wet and pulsing pussy. With a sigh you lied down on the pillows, accidentally landing on his shirt. You wanted to move it out of your way, but as soon as your fingers touched the fabric you felt your beloved scent of brown sugar and cheap cigarettes and your pussy throbbed again.

You knew they weren’t going to be back within an hour… and you were so horny. Without a second thought you brought the shirt closer to your face, closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, until your whole existence consisted only of this smell. Your hand slid under the skirt and touched soaking panties. You were all sensitive from grinding onto Sirius and even the slightest touch was enough to make you pant. You grabbed the material and pulled it up, so the panties formed a single stipe of fabric that sunk between your folds. You pulled it again, rubbing it against your clit, and continued doing so until the pleasure got mixed with Sirius’ scent, until your clit was swollen and pulsing and your panties so wet they slid up and down your cunt without any effort at all. Soon you felt orgasm building in your body, you bit onto the shirt and moaned your way through ecstasy and shaking knees. That goddamned boy.

***

You weren’t sleeping at night, you were wondering how to finally get some time alone with Sirius, and nothing, absolutely nothing was coming to your head. Your mom would surely be more careful with leaving you two alone and it was already the night before Christmas, which meant only two days more at your house, since you were going back to Hogwarts for New Year’s Eve to spend it with the rest of your friends.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft knocking on your door. Sure it was your mom you got up and, yawning, opened the door, almost screaming when you saw a black dog. Your heart skipped the beat and the dog silently walked into your room.

“Sirius! You almost scared me to death!” You whispered, trying to calm yourself down as he turned back to his human form in all of his naked glory.

“Was hopin’ you would forgive me that,” he smirked as he slowly walked to you, who were unable to move, absolutely struck. “Your parents really have light sleep, but I figured I am much more silent as a dog.” He caught your chin in two fingers and forced you to look up into his face. “But we have to be very quiet which I know you are not too good at.”

“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” you gasped as he leaned down for a kiss.

“It also means we have to be quick.”

“I don’t need foreplay.”

He smirked again. “Great,” he laughed silently and slid down your pajama pants “because you’re not getting any.”

He lifted you up and placed you on your bed, hovering over you. His big hands pushed onto your thighs to spread your legs wide and for a second he admired your glistening pussy, still a little swollen from your previous fun. He looked at your blushed face with a wide smile. Oh, he knew what you were doing earlier.

He lined his cock with your entrance. You expected him to slid into you little by little, as usual, to give you time to adjust, but he was needy. He thrusted into you whole at once, making you gasp. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, sudden feeling of being so marvelously full almost made you come on the spot. He pulled out almost entirely only to slam back into you, then again, and again, and again until he found the rhythm that would be hard enough for both of you and not make the bed hit the wall each time.

His hands were pressing on your thighs, spreading them wider with every thrust, but it was he pillow that you placed under your lower back that made him reach deeper, in a better angle that made you both shiver. He quickened slightly, his hair a beautiful mess as you reached to pull it, so you could kiss him on his sweaty cupid’s bow. Your other hand was between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, close enough to come. When you saw sparkles in his eyes you knew he was close, too.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Fuck, Y/N… Can I cum in you?”

He’s never done it before and the thought made you excited. You were safe thanks to magic and the idea of his cum spilling deep inside of you was enough to make you come immediately.

“Yes! Fuck, cum in me, Sirius!” You moaned, his hand quickly covered your mouth.

A few fast thrusts helped you ride down your orgasm, but then you felt it. The hotness of his cum as it shot into you and uncontrolled spasms made you come again, this time even harder, hard enough to make you bite your lower lip to blood.

Sirius, panting, slid out of you and lied down next to you. As you felt his semen flowing down your thighs you heard your clock make a silent sound that meant it was midnight.

“Merry Christmas, Sirius,” you whispered and gently kissed his bare arm.

He smiled as he looked at you.

“I’m just saying, you could use magic for that, you know?” Draco looked at you skeptically, arms crossed.

“And what would be the fun in that?” You gasped, almost out of breath. This would be more exercising than you’ve done this year. The whipped cream was almost ready, you were whisking it fiercely.

“You know you didn’t have to make cupcakes, right?” He sat next to you as you checked if the cream is dense enough.

“I wanted to. Your dad loves them. Besides, it’s Christmas and I don’t have any present for your parents. It’s absurd that they have everything.”

“They don’t expect you to bring anything, baby. Besides, I thought we’d give them the gifts I bought.”

You sighed. “Well, now I’m almost finished, so you can just as well help me and we can go.” You pointed at the whipped cream dispenser and he gave it to you. You put the cream in and pushed the little lever to check if it works. You pushed it a bit too hard and the cream flew through the kitchen, hitting Draco in his cheek. He reached to it and swiped the cream away with two fingers as you laughed at him.

He took a step in your direction and showed you the fingers. “Now lick it off.”

You felt shivers at the sight of his unamused face and long fingers. You loved when he looked at you this way, like a king at his subject. You slowly reached to him and held his palm, bringing it closer to your lips, then stuck out your tongue and licked the cream before taking the fingers in your mouth. You sucked them and swirled your tongue around, your eyes locked on him, on his lips parted just slightly as he took the fingers out, held your chin and pushed his thumb in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. Then he leaned and the thumb was replaced by his tongue, sweet pressure of his lips made you wrap your arms around him, but he moved away.

“No touching,” he ordered. “If you touch me, you’ll be punished.”

Excitement rushed through your body and you obediently kept your hands on your lap. At least for now. He joined your lips once more and wrapped his arms around your waist just to pull you up and throw you on the kitchen table. His hands were on your thighs, his tongue in your lips and your fingers itched to touch him, but just for a minute you wanted to play his game. His hands travelled up and up, under your shirt, grabbed the hem of it and took it off. You nipples were already hard and pointy, and he groaned at the sight as he pinched them hard and pulled, releasing an inhuman sound for the back of your throat. With a smirk he pushed you onto the table and crawled on it himself, hovering over you. You could see in his eyes as he was fighting inner battle about what to do to you. One look at the clock above the door made him grin. You still had quite a bit of time before you’d have to go for Christmas dinner with his parents.

He took the whipped cream dispenser. “Revenge, darling,” he murmured in your ear before biting it gently. That’s when you felt the coldness of cream on your neck, followed by the hotness of his tongue tracing the curve of your throat, a sensation that made you arch your back, only to feel more and more of him. “No.” He stopped. “You’ll do no such thing. That’s the first warning. One more and…” He didn’t care to finish, he just continued, spraying the cream through your collarbone and the valley of your breasts. It was soon followed by his tongue and lips, needy kisses along with licks and flicks. When he got to your tits he grabbed them hard with both his hands, thumbs rubbed hardened nipples, soon replaced by lips. A moan escaped your lips, your hands unwittingly shot to his hair, fingers got lost in soft, blonde locks. He stopped again. Whoops.

“Y/N,” he murmured in a husky voice. “What did I tell you?”

You bit your lower lip and let go of his hair. “No touching.”

“And what did you do?” He lifted himself up to look at your red face. With messy hair and red, plump lips he was so arousing you couldn’t make a sound. “What did you do, Y/N?”

“I– I touched you. I disobeyed.”

The groan you heard would be enough to make your panties wet if they wouldn’t already be soaking.

“You realize I have to punish you now, do you?” He almost ripped the zipper of your jeans when he furiously took them off and dropped them on the kitchen floor. A smile of content showed on his face at the sight of your lacy, high rise panties that showed most of your ass. He swirled his finger in air. “Turn around.” You did as you were told and felt his warm hand on the back of your thigh, caressing your skin, travelling up, between your legs where he dragged his fingers right through your pulsing, clothed pussy, forcing you to sigh. But even though his hands were suddenly gone and he got off the table, you felt his hands second later, as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the table, so your front was still on it, but your legs and ass were in the air. His hands slid up your thighs and onto your cheeks, you heard him kneel as he kneaded them with his fingers. Your pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for any touch, so when you felt his lips on your clothed womanhood you almost jumped. He took his time, touching you gently with the tip of his tongue, lace making the sensation different, more blurred. Just when you almost gave up and wanted to beg him to properly touch you he slid his tongue under the fabric which he pulled aside with his finger. Sigh of relief quickly turned to groan of desperation when he pulled away.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?” He bit your cheek harshly.

“I– I want you to lick me,” you said, your voice trembling.

“I need more details…” He licked the bite.

You swallowed hard. “I want you to lick my pussy,” you started. “To suck my clit and push your tongue inside me, to– to finger me. Please…” You could feel his smile on your thigh as he kissed your skin. “I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk… Or to sit at today’s dinner…”

He laughed darkly. “Oh, wouldn’t you like that, huh? Well, that’s what a good girl would get.” You heard him stand and your heart jumped. “And you are certainly not a good girl. Good girls obey.” He hooked his fingers on your panties and slid them down your legs, and the next thing you felt was sharp pain when he spanked you once, then again. And again. And again, and again, and again, until you were a moaning mess under him and he pushed two or three fingers deep inside of you, other hand our back, pushing you hard onto the table and fingered you fast, curling the fingers in just the perfect way, obscene sounds of your juices filled the kitchen. You screamed his name, so close to ecstasy you almost saw stars, and then, just as he felt your muscles clenching, he pulled out. He didn’t give you any time to catch breath, he spanked your ass once more, even harder if it was possible, then spanked one of your thighs, then another, and when he hit your pussy you were shamelessly close to orgasm that he once again denied. Just before you wanted to beg him for it, his fingers were again deep inside your pussy, followed by another finger in your ass. You squirmed when he started fiercely pumping into your holes, but he wasn’t done. He kneeled again and his tongue landed on your clit, circling it and swirling on it, overstimulation made you cry, tears were running down your cheeks, the only words you remembered were Draco and please! Pleasure was more than you’ve felt through your entire life.

“Don’t you dare to come,” he ordered, sound of his voice echoed through your body.

“Please– please! I have to come!” You cried and cried, but he was saying one word and one word only. No.

Your legs were trembling, the cells of your body tried to explode, held together only by your strong will. Denial almost physically hurt, your nails were digging into cupcakes you just made, now completely ruined, and just when you really, really couldn’t hold it, you heard it.

“Come for me.”

Orgasm hit you like a bomb, you felt like a human explosion when pleasure attacked your body, pure ecstasy escaped your lips through screams and moans, stars shone behind your closed eyelids and Draco’s voice was the only thing echoing through it when he pulled away.