#dbf!sirius

there's some shuffling on the other side, but it's otherwise quiet, and when he finally hears it, your voice comes out as hushed whimper. "hi, um—sirius?"

he pulls the phone away from his face to make sure he's not dreaming, but sure enough your name is flashing on the screen, and right above it he makes note of the time. 2:34 AM.

"y/n?" he heaves himself into a sitting position, rubbing roughly at his face. "what's going on? are y'alright?"

"yeah um—" it's not particularly unusual for you to mumble, always a shy little thing, especially when it came to him. but there's something in your voice that squeezes at his throat.

"kid, take a breath." his feet are already on the floor and he's reaching for his pants. "where are you, love, d'you need me to come get you?"

"i-i don't know I jus'..." he hears a wet sniffle and that's the nail on his coffin. he reaches for his keys.

"baby, text me the address, alright? m'already on my way."

"i don't know where I am," he's already picked up on your slurred words, and part of him is worried you're drunk, alone, and wandering down a dark street in the middle of nowhere. "I think—oh I see a 7/11."

he breathes hard through his nose, already sliding into his car and turning the key in the ignition. "alright, get in there and don't talk to anyone alright? can you share your location with me, sweetheart?"

"okay."

he keeps you on the phone for the entirety of the ride, never quite asking what happened, because he'd hate for you to get upset when he doesn't have you safe in his arms.

the glowing 7/11 sign finally comes into view, and he lets out a relieved sigh when he spots you in the store, skimpy red dress glowing bright under the fluorescent light.

you're stumbling out of the store before he even puts the car into park, but he moves just as fast, jumping out and moving around the car to get you in his arms. when he does, he notices your hair smells like smoke and there's the familiar smell of beer wafting from your pores.

you're crying quietly into his chest, arms wrapped tight around his middle and hands gripping tight at his sweatshirt. his lips brush the top of your head, and the steady beat of his heart becomes an anchor in your hazy state. "doll, can you look at me?" he murmurs against your hair, trying to pull away slightly to get a good look at your face. "have you been drinking?"

your grip on him tightens, and you rub your face against his chest like a little kitten searching for warmth. "no," you whimper, "I mean.. y-yeah but only two beers I jus'—"

sirius tries not to get frustrated, he tries not to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you tell him what the fuck is going on. so he takes a deep breath and grabs at your upper arms, pulling you away so you can't hide. "I can't help you if you don't tell me, doll."

"we uhm..." your eyes are glued to his chest, "we had sex and uhm..." your lip starts wobbling and you bite down at it to keep the tears at bay. "I don't know, I just feel weird."

"okay," he concedes, only because he can tell something's off, and he'd rather have this conversation once he has you in his clothes and tucked in his bed. "let's get you home, baby."

"b-but I don't wan—"

he cuts you off, leading you to the car and making sure you're strapped in. "I'm taking you to mine."

the drive to his place is quiet, and every time sirius sneaks a glance at you you're resting your head against the window, nibbling distractedly at your thumb while your free hand fidgets with the hem of your dress. he also notices the goosebumps on your legs where your dress is riding up.

at the next light, he reaches into the backseat and throws a wrinkled sweatshirt at you. "put this on, love."

it's almost endearing how much you struggle to get the stupid sweater on, but your glazed over eyes make his worry worsen and he steps on the gas.

soon enough he's opening the door to his flat, putting the keys down on the entrance table while he watches you fidget in your spot. "go sit down."

the command is like a bolt of electricity down your body, and before you know it you're stumbling towards the couch, dropping down on the expensive leather before looking back at him with hopeful eyes. he watches you closely as he takes off his shoes and hangs up his jacket. the silence is heavy until finally he's standing in front of you, giving you a thoughtful look before dropping to his knee and reaching for your foot. "give it here."

you watch, captivated, as his hands try to make quick work of your heels, letting out a couple muttered expletives whenever the straps get too complicated, and then he's letting his thumb press gently against the sole of your foot which he's sure hurts after spending the entire night on six inch stilettos. when he starts to moves towards the kitchen, your hand moves faster than your brain, reaching out and clinging to his arm with a broken whimper. it catches him by surprise, and when he turns to look at you he has a pensive frown on his face. "I'll be right back," when your grip tightens and your bottom lip quivers he sighs, moving his hand to touch gently at your chin, thumb pulling at your lip. "promise, won't be a minute."

when he comes back he has a glass full of water and what you assume is tylenol in his hand. he hands it over and watches as you take a gulp, wiping hastily at the drops that drip down your chin. he pushes the glass back towards you when you move to put it down. "all of it, doll." you mindlessly do as he says, all the while keeping your eyes on him while his scan down the side of your throat, watching as it bulges with every gulp. when there's not a single drop left you heave, trying to catch your breath while he takes the glass. "good girl."

it's the way the words make you whimper and clench your thighs that makes everything fall into place.

"you said you had sex," he starts, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of where you're sitting. "was he rough with you?"

"y-yeah uhm..." you shift, hand flying to wipe roughly at your wet cheek. "yeah he was, but uhm I wanted it, 'said it was okay."

he nods but doesn't say a word, watching as your eyes follow his every move, begging for something, a touch, affection, praise? he clears his throat. "did he take care of you after?"

"uhm, h-he uh gave me a towel... yeah," you choke, your next words a tiny whisper accompanied by a shrug. "that was nice."

he snorts, but he's not amused. not in the slightest. some asshole thought he knew what the hell he was doing, fucked you into submission and then left you pick up the pieces. it enrages him, really, to know there's people out there not giving their partners the care they deserve, the care they need after sex like that.

"alright, sweetheart. here's what we're gonna do." you're already nodding, and if he wasn't so pissed off he'd find it adorable. "we're gonna get you into the shower and get you cleaned up, yeah? then we'll get you into some warm clothes and then you'll go to sleep. sound okay?"

your nod is eager but your eyes are still a little unfocused, the little lisp is back when you speak again, "will you stay?"

his heart clenches, and he can't help but reach for your face and rub a soft thumb over your cheek. "I'll be right there with you the whole time, baby. promise."

after a clumsy nod he's able to maneuver you down the hall and into his bathroom, helping you slip out of your dress. it is then that he notices you're not wearing any panties. "doll, where's your underwear?"

you give him a slow blink before you look down at your bare bottom half, and then you look back at him with another even slower blink. "dunno."

he sighs, quickly shushing you when the sound makes your lip wobble, and then he's pushing you under the warm water. "I'll go get some clothes ready okay? call me if you need som—"

"wait y-you said you'd stay." you're giving him those eyes again, the ones that make him want to bring you into his arms and keep you locked up away from the rest of the stupid world.

he gives you what he hopes is a comforting smile and then takes a seat on the lidded toilet. "I'll be right here, then."

the gap between the curtain and the wall gives him a perfect view of your naked body. you stand under the stream of water, making shit work of rubbing the soapy loofah down your arms. his eyes trail down the slope of your neck and the delicate lines of your collarbones, down the curve of your tits and the softness of your belly. and when they hit home-run, he grits his teeth at the slick cum he knows for a fact is not yours sticking to your inner thighs. when you make a move to turn off the water, never once aiming for the mess between your legs, he speaks, reaching to cover the knob before you can reach it.

"you're not done, baby, keep going."

"b-but," your eyes flutter closed, a little more aware it seems, and a tired frown grazes your face. "can you just do it, please?"

it's not like he hasn't seen you naked before... not like he hasn't noticed every time you flash him a view of your panties or 'forget' to wear a bra whenever he comes around. and it's also not like he hasn't rubbed against your ass as he squeezed by you at family barbecues or run a hand up your warm thigh under your mother's periwinkle tablecloth. but there's something here, something about your vulnerable eyes and wide open heart that makes him pause. "are you sure?"

you give him a smile, and just like that he finds himself shedding his own clothes, keeping his briefs on, and jumping into the shower with you.

his hands take over the loofah, and he runs it over your shoulders and down your back, over the swell of your ass and the back of your thighs. when he turns you around to face him, he hesitates again, hovering over your pussy. he taps the loofah right on your navel. "m'gonna go right here, okay?"

you nod, leaning forward instinctively and pressing a kiss to his chest, right between his pecs.

"gonna be the death of me," he mutters, and then swipes through the curls right above your pussy and between the puffy lips. he coos when you flinch, letting you lean against him as he cleans the sore area, trying his best not to put too much pressure on the sensitive nub. "I know. I know, sweetheart, almost done."

soon enough he's got you wrapped in a fluffy towel he tossed in the drier before your shower and leading you into the bedroom.

"arms up," he slides his old college shirt down your arms and over your head, watching as the hem tickles at your upper thighs. "into bed you go, doll."

he leaves you under his sheets as he goes searching for a bottle of water and some snacks, and by the time he's back your eyes are fighting to stay open, but he can see the movement of your toes wriggling under the blanket.

as soon as his back hits the head board you're on him like glue, arms wrapped tight around his middle and face buried into his shirt. when you speak, your voice is quiet, but there's a surety that wasn't there before. "thank you for coming tonight... you were the first person I thought to call."

"I'm glad you did." he hates the thought of someone else seeing you like this... he's pretty sure he'd strangle anyone who dared take his place. "so this guy..."

you sigh into his chest, once again rubbing against the fabric of his shirt like a little touch-starved kitten. "nothing bad happened, I jus'... we had sex, and it was... intense I guess? not bad, jus' a lot, and he didn't—he wasn't—" you laugh tiredly, "I don't know, after we were done I jus' needed something from him... m'not sure what, but he didn't know either I guess... jus' started playing video games and told me to lock the door on the way out."

sirius' grip tightens around you, both with intentions to comfort you and to hold back from driving back to that asshole's house and kicking his ass. "you know that's fucked up right? he should've taken care of you after."

"yeah," you sniff, squeezing him tighter. "but I have you, and you feel better than he ever did anyway." a little smile grows on your face at his silence. "I really hope you make a move soon, m'getting sick of these guys."

there's a rumble in his chest and then he's tilting your head back, catching your chin and rubbing a gentle thumb over your bottom lip. "one day I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve, m'gonna mold the shape of my cock in your pretty pussy and then I'll take care of you like you deserve too." he smirks. "I'll ruin every other man for you... once I have you no one else will compare, trust me."

"they already don't," you whisper, finger tracing the line of his lips, and he doesn't miss the way your thighs rub slightly against each other, or the way your breath catches.

"sound good?"

"yeah," the little smile is back as you kiss at his jaw. "that sounds wonderful."

"good," he smirks, pulling you back down on his chest and sighing contentedly as you settle against him. "for now though," he reaches for the bedside table and begins unwrapping a granola bar, pressing it to your lips with a grin. "eat."

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Okay so imagine you are actually Rem’s kid. He always said he didn’t want kids yet when reader is born the gang is not even 20 and while everyone is just there for you and Rem Siri kinda pulls away becauses babies scare him.

I imagine you are back from college and he is in the house and he hasn’t seen you in years. And Rem has always been hot so of course you are like a dream in his eyes.

And that summer is torture for poor Sirius.

Walking around the house in a big shirt, shorts and a bun? He has trouble finishing sentences. Going to the pool? Something stirs in him seeing you babysit Harry. You flirt with another boy? He’ll be ready to bust.

And when you finally tell him off for scaring away yet another date he just smirks and tells you that they are just that. Just boys. They wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you.

So you start to tease. It’s not even flirting just really simple stuff to see when he breaks. Looking at him through your eyelashes, pulling up the sunglasses just a second later, toying with him and his composure.

You slowly pad your way to Sirius’ study, standing in the doorway with your head down. You lightly clear your throat, trying to gain the man’s attention as he is glued to the papers on his desk. You take a moment to take in the sight of the man. His long hair is tied back into a messy bun, a few pieces falling free around his face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in deep concentration. You try to ignore the tingly feeling between your legs at the sight of him.

“Um...uncle pads?” You whisper. Sirius’ head shoots up, slightly startled by your sudden appearance. His face softens instantly when he realizes it’s you at his door.

“Hi beautiful,” he smiles, causing your face to heat up, “something wrong?” He asks, gesturing for you to enter the room. You keep your head down as you walk timidly to his desk, gasping quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. Your skin feels like it’s on fire as he places a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Got a question, can’t ask papa.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed about the question on your tongue. You weren’t every experienced or knowledgeable in the sexual department, always missing the jokes your friends made, or looking away during heated scenes in movies. Being that you were 19, you felt as though you should know more about these things. You didn’t want to ask your father, afraid he’s give you one of those long sex talks parents give, and you didn’t want that. So the next best thing was to ask Sirius. It was no secret that he was quite the ladies man, you had eavesdropped on many conversations, overhearing many different stories of your “uncle” and his sexcepades.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s away then, isn’t it?” He smirks playfully, “Tell uncle pads what’s wrong.” Well, it was now or never.

“Where do babies come from?” You ask. Sirius’ eyes widen in surprise.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking the other day, and Ron said something about putting a baby in Hermione.” Sirius snorts loudly, unable to stop himself from laughing at your friend’s statement. Your face flushes red with embarrassment, a sad expression painting your face at his joking actions. Sirius sees this look, pouting lightly at your exaggerated expression.

“Okay love, I’m sorry.” He coos, lifting you from his lap to sit in front of him on his desk. “Do you know what happens when a man has an orgasm?” He asks, your face heats up once again as you shake your head.

“Y/n, have you ever had sex?” You shake your head again. Sirius sucks in a sharp breath, feeling as blood rushes to his cock. He had always known you were an innocent child, noticing the way your face would flush at the mention of anything even remotely sexual. He had always tried to hide his attraction to you, afraid of what his best friend, your father, would say. But hearing these things from you, learning that you were still untouched, it made something inside him snap. Something that wanted nothing more than for him to be the one to corrupt your innocence.

“Have you ever played with yourself?” He asks. You cock your head in confusion, not understanding what he means. He chuckles lightly, trailing a ring clad hand up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches your underwear. The action sends goosebumps all over your body, and a strange feeling builds between your legs.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” His hand moves to cup your clothed cunt, coaxing a small gasp from your lips and causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. Sirius smirks, enjoying how responsive you are already.

“S-sometimes, it feels tingly and touching it helps.” You mumble, keeping your head down as you are afraid to make eye contact with him at this moment. Sirius hums, leaning back in his chair and smirking up at you.

“Show me.”

“What?” Sirius leans forward once again, lifting your chin and forcing you to finally make eye contact with him. His eyes have gone almost completely black, lust swimming in his blown irises.

“Show me what you do to help the tingles.” He whispers in your ear, moving his lips down the side of your neck, leaving small kisses in their wake. You whimper slightly, nodding in agreement as Sirius sits back again, watching your every move. You lift your skirt, slowly removing your underwear with the help of the man in front of you. You move a hand between your legs, collecting your wetness and rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit, coaxing small moans and short gasps from your parted lips.

“Fuck,” Sirius groans, palming himself through his sweats, “so pretty.” Using his free hand, Sirius runs a hand up your leg, brushing his thumb against your heat.

“How about I help you out?” You eagerly nod your head, moving your hand so he can replace it with his. And fuck are you happy you did. You weren’t sure why his fingers felt so much better than yours, but the way he moved them in different patterns against your clit made you squirm against his desk. Suddenly, you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance, the new feeling shocking your whole body.

“Is this okay puppy?” He asks, his face softening for a second. You nod your head and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he pushes his finger into you, quietly groaning at the feeling of your tight heat around his finger. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he begins to move his finger inside you in a come hither motion, hitting your spot each time. Your body jolts in surprise when you feel him add a second finger.

“You’re so tight, can’t wait to have you squeezing around my cock.” He groans.

“S-sirius, m’tummy feels weird.” You whine, mindlessly moving your hips against his fingers.

“S’okay puppy, just let go, I’ve got you.” Sirius makes the decision to attach his lips to your clit, never stopping the movement of his fingers. The action sends you over the edge, your body arching off the desk as your lips fall open, releasing short squeaks and whimpers. Sirius groans at the taste of you on his tongue, making a mental note to make you cum on his tongue another day. You’re still panting when Sirius stands, quickly removing his pants and revealing his painfully hard cock. You let out an involuntary gasp at his size. You wonder how it’ll ever fit inside you. Sirius makes his way towards you, standing between your legs. You whimper lightly when his cock brushes against your heat.

“As much as I’d love to have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he says, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance, “I think it’s time to teach you where babies come from.” Slowly, Sirius begins pushing his cock past your entrance, inch by inch. A burning feeling takes over your body, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. Sirius does everything he can to make you feel comfortable. Using one hand, he wipes your tears, lightly kissing the corners of your eyes. With the other, he rubs small circles on your clit, helping you relax your body. When he finally bottoms out, Sirius gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size.

“Please.” You whimper, ready to feel him move inside you. Sirius gives you a lopsided smile, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips against yours. The action knocks all the wind from your body, pleasure taking over all your senses. Sirius keeps a fast pace, his hips making a loud slapping sound each time they come in contact with yours. Moving his hand from your face, Sirius rips open your shirt in one move, the action causing you to clench around him.

“Such a pretty little girl,” Sirius rasps, grabbing harshly at your newly exposed breasts, twisting and tugging your nipples between his fingers, “Always so innocent, now look at you, ruined just for me.”

“F-for you siri.” You choke out. Your body moves as if it has a mind of its own, hips thrusting up to meet Sirius’ movements. His cock stretches you out perfectly, causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure to wash over your body. Your mind has gone completely blank, and unfamiliar fuzz settling over your brain, the only thing on your mind being the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Sirius grabs hold of your legs, holding them together and pushing your knees against your chest. The new position has him reaching places inside you you didn’t even know existed. The room is fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together, and the occasional moan from you or grunt from Sirius.

“Siri, my tummy feels weird again.”

“I know baby, I can feel you clenching around me,” He groans, opening your legs to give him access to your overused clit, rubbing fast circles with the pad of his thumb, “Let go pup, cum all over my cock.” A loud gasp leaves your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body shakes uncontrollably under his, your cunt clenching around his cock. The sight of you cumming under him and the feeling of your cunt tightening around your cock sends him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’gonna fill you up now pup,” Sirius groans, speeding his hips up as he chases his high, “gonna give you all my babies, till your tummy is bulging with my seed.” Sirius’ hips still against yours, a loud groan leaving his parted lips as he spills himself inside you. You let out a string of gasps at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, the feeling almost sending you into another orgasm. When he feels his cock go soft inside you, Sirius pulls out, using his fingers to quickly catch anything that falls from your heat, pushing it back inside you. You whimper and try to squirm away, your body not able to handle the overstimulation.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't sleep. Staying with your dad's best friends for the weekend meant that each night your rest was constantly disturbed by the busy streets of London.

You've been attracted to them ever since you could think, so naturally, you accepted their offer of staying at theirs instead of going to some random babysitter whilst your dad was away on a business trip.

Both sides of your pillow were now quite warm from your constant tossing and turning, and you felt that familiar heat start to grow in your lower stomach. Deciding that a quick release would settle your mind, you snaked your hand under the oversized shirt you used as pajamas.

The pad of your index finger slowly traced your clit through your panties, the sudden stimulation making you bite your lip lightly. Moving your fingers down and pushing your underwear to the side, you gathered some of the arousal dripping out of you, using it to add more slick to your clit.

Setting a steady pace, you began to rub circle shapes on the sensitive spot, small whimpers leaving your mouth. It was wrong, but you couldn't help the images of your dad's best friends from plaguing your mind; Remus' rough and scarred hands wrapped around your throat as Sirius pounds into you.

As the pressure in your abdomen built and your legs began to shake, you failed to notice that the noises you were making had increased in volume-- catching the attention of the very two men you were thinking of.

In your foggy state of mind, you didn't hear the footsteps creeping towards your room and the bedroom door slowly opening. Both Sirius and Remus were now watching you, Sirius leaned against the doorframe and the lycanthrope stood behind him with a smirk.

"Having fun there, puppy?" Sirius finally spoke as you were just about to reach your high. You jumped and yanked your hand from your underwear, red tinting your face as you looked up, "Pads-,"

"No need to stop on our account, dove," Remus interrupted you, motioning his hand in your direction, "Go ahead, looked like you were getting close," Sirius chuckled, crossing his arms and looking into your eyes with pure lust.

Biting your bottom lip, you slowly spread your thighs, bringing your hand to your dripping cunt. "Take those off, dove, wanna see your pretty little pussy," Remus ordered, now moving to sit himself down on the two-seater sofa in the corner of the room.

Sirius joined him, giving you an encouraging nod as he leant back and rested his tattooed palm against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Not wanting to waste any more of their time, you pulled down your lace panties, discarding them to the side and falling back into your previous position.

Spreading your legs once again, you brought your fingers to your entrance to push the slick up to your clit-- moans leaving your lips due to the oncoming release you so desperately craved.

"Naughty girl, making yourself cum in front of two older men," Sirius groaned, palming at his cock, "What would Prongs think, hm? Puppy whoring herself out for us," His degrading words went straight to your cunt, bringing you right to the edge as you let out a whorish moan.

"Please, gods," you whimpered, legs starting to shake as your pace increased, "Wanna cum,"

"Please, what?" Remus growled, leaning forward in his seat so he was closer to you. You whimpered at his tone, "Please, daddy," He shot you a grin, falling back in his seat and lifting his arm slightly in your direction.

"Go ahead, dove," As soon as the words left his lips, you gave in, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as waves of pleasure hit you. Your breath became heavy as you came down from your high, a rush of dopamine spreading through your body.

"Now that," Sirius stood up from his seat, walking over to you and cupping your cheek with his hand, "That was fucking hot, can't wait to have you creaming on my cock, pup,"

You whimpered, leaning into his touch, "Please, daddy, need you so bad,"

Sirius chuckled, patting your cheek before leaning down and connecting your lips; the kiss was rough, and full of lust. He climbed on top of you, his left leg planted right in between your thighs-- pressing against your sensitive clit.

Panting lightly, you pulled away from the kiss when the sound of shuffling clothes caught your attention. Looking towards Remus, who had now moved to opposite side of the bed, you saw that he had pushed down his sweatpants-- the tip of his cock red and leaking precum as it slapped against his bare stomach.

"You gonna be good and suck my cock, dove?" the lycanthrope asked with a slight grin. You nodded, shuffling under Sirius and crawling over to the brunette. Licking your lips, you opened your mouth so you could take him.

Remus groaned when he pushed into your mouth, wrapping his hands in your hair to make a make-shift ponytail, "Fuck, who knew little Y/N had such a slutty mouth?" Sirius muttered, pushing down his own pants to release his erection.

Moaning around his cock, you took Remus deeper, gagging lightly when his tip hit the back of your throat. "S'like heaven, Pads," he mumbled, trying his best not to give in and fuck your throat.

Sirius chuckled, putting a hand on your lower back and pushing down so your ass was raised higher, "Can't be better than this cunt," he spoke, running a finger down your slit, "So fucking wet, such a slut,"

The degrading made you bob your head faster, wanting nothing more than to taste Remus' load. His grip on your hair tightened as he started to slowly rock his hips, a sign that he was getting close to his release, "Fuck, dove, gonna cum down that slutty little throat," he grunted.

Pushing two fingers inside you, Sirius started to stretch you out, making you swallow around Remus from the sudden burst of pleasure that ran through you. Moans left his lips as he came, shooting his load down your throat.

"Swallow," he spat, pulling his length from your mouth, "All of it,"

You obeyed, your eyes fluttering closed as you drank every last drop of his cum, the salty taste leaving an imprint on your tastebuds. "So fucking tight, pup," the animagus muttered, speeding up the movement of his fingers.

"So good, daddy," you moaned, pushing your hips back on his hand. A gasp left your lips when he landed a smack on your ass, "Don't be so fucking needy," Sirius spat, "Lucky your even getting m'fingers,"

Your legs started to shake, your second orgasm of the night approaching quickly as the tips of Sirius' fingers attacked that special spot inside of you, "C-close," you babbled, shutting your eyes and pushing your head into the mattress beneath you.

You whimpered when Sirius pulled away, leaving you feeling empty. "No need for that, dove," Remus spoke, lifting your head and patting your cheek, "Pad's gonna fuck you good real soon,"

Nodding, you stopped pouting and bit your lip, preparing yourself to feel Sirius inside of you. A small gasp left your lips when you felt his cock prod at your entrance, spreading your arousal around the tip.

"You ready, pup?" Sirius leant over you and muttered in your ear, one hand holding your hip and the other pressing down on your shoulder blade. You nodded mindlessly, pressing your hips back into him, "Please, daddy, need your cock,"

That's all he needed to hear before slamming his hips forward, not giving you time to adjust to his length and setting a brutal pace. You nearly screamed, letting your head hang as your body jolted with every thrust.

Remus wrapped your hair around his fingers, tugging on it harshly to lift your head up, "So fucking loud, this'll shut you up," he growled, shoving three fingers in your mouth. You gagged at the intrusion, eyes welling with tears as he pressed down on your tongue.

"God, this pussy feels so good," Sirius moaned, moving the hand that was on your hip down to circle at your clit. Shutting your eyes, you moaned around the lycanthrope's fingers as pleasure overwhelmed you.

"Fuckin' slut loves something in her mouth," Remus chuckled, bending down on his knees so he was eye-level with you, still keeping his fingers pressed firmly on your tongue.

"M' gonna cum, daddy," you managed to gargle around the large, calloused digits in your mouth, "Please,"

Sirius' thrusts started to get sloppy and loud grunts and moans left his lips, a tell-tale sign that he was just as close as you, "Just 'cause you said please, puppy," he leant over to suck at your neck, leaving dark marks, "C'mon, cum around m'cock,"

Dark spots painted your vision as you came, moaning loudly around Remus's fingers and shutting your eyes. "Gonna fill you up, pup," Sirius groaned, leaning back up and gripping your waist tight.

The lycanthrope pulled his hand away from for your face, allowing you to bury your head in the blanket below you as Sirius released inside you, painting your walls white with his seed.

"Would y'look at that," he smirked as he pulled out, leaning down to inspect his cum dripping of out you and dripping down your shaking thighs. Remus moved so he was beside the animagus, "Little whore looks so pretty full of your cum,"

You slowly pad your way to Sirius’ study, standing in the doorway with your head down. You lightly clear your throat, trying to gain the man’s attention as he is glued to the papers on his desk. You take a moment to take in the sight of the man. His long hair is tied back into a messy bun, a few pieces falling free around his face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in deep concentration. You try to ignore the tingly feeling between your legs at the sight of him.

“Um...uncle pads?” You whisper. Sirius’ head shoots up, slightly startled by your sudden appearance. His face softens instantly when he realizes it’s you at his door.

“Hi beautiful,” he smiles, causing your face to heat up, “something wrong?” He asks, gesturing for you to enter the room. You keep your head down as you walk timidly to his desk, gasping quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. Your skin feels like it’s on fire as he places a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Got a question, can’t ask papa.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed about the question on your tongue. You weren’t every experienced or knowledgeable in the sexual department, always missing the jokes your friends made, or looking away during heated scenes in movies. Being that you were 19, you felt as though you should know more about these things. You didn’t want to ask your father, afraid he’s give you one of those long sex talks parents give, and you didn’t want that. So the next best thing was to ask Sirius. It was no secret that he was quite the ladies man, you had eavesdropped on many conversations, overhearing many different stories of your “uncle” and his sexcepades.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s away then, isn’t it?” He smirks playfully, “Tell uncle pads what’s wrong.” Well, it was now or never.

“Where do babies come from?” You ask. Sirius’ eyes widen in surprise.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking the other day, and Ron said something about putting a baby in Hermione.” Sirius snorts loudly, unable to stop himself from laughing at your friend’s statement. Your face flushes red with embarrassment, a sad expression painting your face at his joking actions. Sirius sees this look, pouting lightly at your exaggerated expression.

“Okay love, I’m sorry.” He coos, lifting you from his lap to sit in front of him on his desk. “Do you know what happens when a man has an orgasm?” He asks, your face heats up once again as you shake your head.

“Y/n, have you ever had sex?” You shake your head again. Sirius sucks in a sharp breath, feeling as blood rushes to his cock. He had always known you were an innocent child, noticing the way your face would flush at the mention of anything even remotely sexual. He had always tried to hide his attraction to you, afraid of what his best friend, your father, would say. But hearing these things from you, learning that you were still untouched, it made something inside him snap. Something that wanted nothing more than for him to be the one to corrupt your innocence.

“Have you ever played with yourself?” He asks. You cock your head in confusion, not understanding what he means. He chuckles lightly, trailing a ring clad hand up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches your underwear. The action sends goosebumps all over your body, and a strange feeling builds between your legs.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” His hand moves to cup your clothed cunt, coaxing a small gasp from your lips and causing your hips to involuntarily buck into his hand. Sirius smirks, enjoying how responsive you are already.

“S-sometimes, it feels tingly and touching it helps.” You mumble, keeping your head down as you are afraid to make eye contact with him at this moment. Sirius hums, leaning back in his chair and smirking up at you.

“Show me.”

“What?” Sirius leans forward once again, lifting your chin and forcing you to finally make eye contact with him. His eyes have gone almost completely black, lust swimming in his blown irises.

“Show me what you do to help the tingles.” He whispers in your ear, moving his lips down the side of your neck, leaving small kisses in their wake. You whimper slightly, nodding in agreement as Sirius sits back again, watching your every move. You lift your skirt, slowly removing your underwear with the help of the man in front of you. You move a hand between your legs, collecting your wetness and rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit, coaxing small moans and short gasps from your parted lips.

“Fuck,” Sirius groans, palming himself through his sweats, “so pretty.” Using his free hand, Sirius runs a hand up your leg, brushing his thumb against your heat.

“How about I help you out?” You eagerly nod your head, moving your hand so he can replace it with his. And fuck are you happy you did. You weren’t sure why his fingers felt so much better than yours, but the way he moved them in different patterns against your clit made you squirm against his desk. Suddenly, you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance, the new feeling shocking your whole body.

“Is this okay puppy?” He asks, his face softening for a second. You nod your head and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he pushes his finger into you, quietly groaning at the feeling of your tight heat around his finger. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he begins to move his finger inside you in a come hither motion, hitting your spot each time. Your body jolts in surprise when you feel him add a second finger.

“You’re so tight, can’t wait to have you squeezing around my cock.” He groans.

“S-sirius, m’tummy feels weird.” You whine, mindlessly moving your hips against his fingers.

“S’okay puppy, just let go, I’ve got you.” Sirius makes the decision to attach his lips to your clit, never stopping the movement of his fingers. The action sends you over the edge, your body arching off the desk as your lips fall open, releasing short squeaks and whimpers. Sirius groans at the taste of you on his tongue, making a mental note to make you cum on his tongue another day. You’re still panting when Sirius stands, quickly removing his pants and revealing his painfully hard cock. You let out an involuntary gasp at his size. You wonder how it’ll ever fit inside you. Sirius makes his way towards you, standing between your legs. You whimper lightly when his cock brushes against your heat.

“As much as I’d love to have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he says, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up with your entrance, “I think it’s time to teach you where babies come from.” Slowly, Sirius begins pushing his cock past your entrance, inch by inch. A burning feeling takes over your body, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. Sirius does everything he can to make you feel comfortable. Using one hand, he wipes your tears, lightly kissing the corners of your eyes. With the other, he rubs small circles on your clit, helping you relax your body. When he finally bottoms out, Sirius gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size.

“Please.” You whimper, ready to feel him move inside you. Sirius gives you a lopsided smile, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips against yours. The action knocks all the wind from your body, pleasure taking over all your senses. Sirius keeps a fast pace, his hips making a loud slapping sound each time they come in contact with yours. Moving his hand from your face, Sirius rips open your shirt in one move, the action causing you to clench around him.

“Such a pretty little girl,” Sirius rasps, grabbing harshly at your newly exposed breasts, twisting and tugging your nipples between his fingers, “Always so innocent, now look at you, ruined just for me.”

“F-for you siri.” You choke out. Your body moves as if it has a mind of its own, hips thrusting up to meet Sirius’ movements. His cock stretches you out perfectly, causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure to wash over your body. Your mind has gone completely blank, and unfamiliar fuzz settling over your brain, the only thing on your mind being the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Sirius grabs hold of your legs, holding them together and pushing your knees against your chest. The new position has him reaching places inside you you didn’t even know existed. The room is fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together, and the occasional moan from you or grunt from Sirius.

“Siri, my tummy feels weird again.”

“I know baby, I can feel you clenching around me,” He groans, opening your legs to give him access to your overused clit, rubbing fast circles with the pad of his thumb, “Let go pup, cum all over my cock.” A loud gasp leaves your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body shakes uncontrollably under his, your cunt clenching around his cock. The sight of you cumming under him and the feeling of your cunt tightening around your cock sends him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’gonna fill you up now pup,” Sirius groans, speeding his hips up as he chases his high, “gonna give you all my babies, till your tummy is bulging with my seed.” Sirius’ hips still against yours, a loud groan leaving his parted lips as he spills himself inside you. You let out a string of gasps at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, the feeling almost sending you into another orgasm. When he feels his cock go soft inside you, Sirius pulls out, using his fingers to quickly catch anything that falls from your heat, pushing it back inside you. You whimper and try to squirm away, your body not able to handle the overstimulation.