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Anthony seems quite pleased with your response, much to your displeasure. He doesn’t reply, instead, he seems eager to undress. Again, to your displeasure, he takes the neatly folded bed shirt that you believe belongs to him, and places it on his nightstand, only his undergarments covering a very small part of his figure.

As Anthony moves to lay in bed, your eyes widen, and you huff loudly, “And what do you think you are doing?! If you think I will be sleeping next to you like this, you are terribly mistaken.”

He breathes out a laugh, closing his eyes as he knows it will anger you further. “Needn’t to worry, my lady. I believe we are both to get familiar with each other’s habits, isn’t that so?”

You reluctantly mirror his actions, settling under the fairly cold sheets, Anthony’s bare leg touching yours slightly, but you don’t move it away. “We ought to, my lord” you point out, closing your eyes with a sigh.

***

During the night, you find yourself writhing in bed, unable to go back to sleep for some reason. You finally give in, opening your eyes, darkness surrounding you due to the late time.

“Well, I certainly am not dreaming of you, so who could it be keeping you from sleeping?” Anthony’s croaky voice sounds in your ear, followed by a breathy laugh.

You try to bite back a smile, entirely happy that you don’t have to be the only one awake at this hour. “I’m not a believer of legends, Anthony.”

“Oh? First-name terms. I see, Y/n” he hums, and you can very much see the corners of his lips tilting up as he speaks, “What else might be disturbing my wife, then?”

You inhale shakily as he refers to you as exactly what you are now, his wife. Clearing your throat, you try to make your voice sound as quiet as possible, “I have a-.. very strange feeling. Ever since I’ve gone to bed last night.”

Your words seem to bring something out of Anthony as he props himself up on one elbow, his head clearly tilted to the side, looking at you. “You have a strange feeling?” he seems confused, totally unaware of the meaning behind your words. “Where?”

He doesn’t know it, but it’s exactly the one word you were hoping to hear from him. Your cheeks are bright red and you are grateful for the darkness as he cannot see them. “Between my legs” you whisper with a gulp, softly clutching the sheets as the thought enters your mind once again. “When you were- undressing.. I have never felt this way before... I’ve never seen a man this way” you admit softly, “I think we might need another room, being this close is—”

“Frustrating?” he interrupts you, moving to lit up the candle on his nightstand, “The mere thought of me being here beside you, so close.. Don’t you find it the least bit arousing?”

You frown at the word. Arousing, he says.

“I’ve never- I don’t think I quite understand what you mean” you finally manage to spare him a glance, his face now visible due to the small source of light, as is yours.

Anthony laughs dryly — he’s never been one to corrupt before, in fact, he never needed to. All the women he’s been with were not to be corrupted, so he has to hesitate when it comes to you, not positive if he would be able to treat you gently, as he believes you deserve.

You take notice on his pensive expression, and you open your mouth, but he is faster. “Go to sleep, Y/n. Mother will surely want to see you in the morning, which is-” he looks at his clock, “in less than seven hours time.”

With a huff, you turn your back to face him, your eyes still open, “I will be going to someone else for help, then. Clearly you cannot use your own words to explain such simple matters.”

You are not sure of what your words actually mean, due to your inexperience, but Anthony knows. With a low grunt, he uses his hands to hold your hips tightly, manhandling you until your knees are digging into the mattress, legs on each side of his waist.

“Clearly you’re unaware of what you’re asking me for” he speaks through gritted teeth, moving to rest his back against the headframe of the bed as he looks into your eyes.

You feel heat rushing up your neck, your sensitive area now pulsing against Anthony. He groans heavily, “Or you do know. In fact, I’d even dare to say you’re enjoying this.”

“I am, my lord” your voice turns a bit louder than before, feeling valiant as the unusual feeling rushes through you. “If you’d just give me a helping hand- I’d be forever grateful.”

The following moment, your nightgown is ripped from your body, leaving yourself bare on top of Anthony, his hands roaming your bare skin with an eager grin. “You are gorgeous, my dear. Much too good to be true” he admits as he leans in, “May I?” he looks down at your boobs for a mere second, then back at you.

You feel your chest heave at the nonexistent gap between you two, and whimper slightly, “please, my lord.”

His mouth falls open as his eyes stay on yours, and he lowers his head so his lips can wrap around your bud, suckling gently. Anthony watches your lips part, and he smiles against your skin at the obscene sounds coming out of your pretty mouth.

“M-my lord, it feels so good” you whine as your head drops forward, and Anthony releases your nipple, smiling up at your helpless eyes. “I did this to you, dearest?”

You hum in agreement, arching your back as a sign for him to keep pleasuring you, but instead, he laughs darkly. “Needy girl.. I can make you feel way better than this. Show me your pretty cunt, please.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the use of that word, having been told by your mother that you were not to use that word, because no respectable lady should. But you understand him, and nonetheless, push your white cotton underwear to the side, revealing your dripping folds and swollen clit.

Anthony feels himself getting worked up at the sight, a guttural moan escaping from his rosy lips. He’s seen many of these before, but some time ago he discovered that the person he was intimate with mattered more than anything. He loves to say he hates you, when in reality, you do nothing more than to leave him speechless, in the best of ways.

He looks like he is in a trance as he reaches his hand up, a singular finger tracing through your folds, stopping at your clit as he rubbed against it, causing your thighs to quiver at the brand new feeling. With that, he is pulled from his trance, and he smirks widely, and his eyes snap up to meet yours. “Such a sweet little virgin, aren’t you? Moaning already and I have not even fucked you yet” he teases and you frown softly and your cheeks flush, small hands wrapping around his wrists, eager to feel more, “Oh, no need to feel embarrassed, princess. You’ve saved yourself for your husband, and I believe I am your husband, aren’t I?”

His sweet words, though taunting and indecent, help you feel better and he then feels you relax on top of him, loosely holding his wrist. “Yes, sir” you nod with a sincere smile.

Smiling back, Anthony’s fingers drop down to your entrance, prodding at it, making you feel some kind of uncomfortable pressure, but you quickly brush it off, trusting him entirely. He seems to notice, because he quietly says, “It’s okay, lovely. It’ll feel good in no time, I promise.”

He works with both his hands on your cunt — one of them is thumbing at your clit, and the other tries to push a finger inside of your tight hole. When he finally manages, the intrusion makes you cry out in slight pain, but he tries to be as gentle as possible, pushing into you slightly all the way down to the base, not moving the slightest bit as he searches for your eyes.

“Hurts” you cry as your palms aggressively rub at your eyes, smearing the light makeup all over your face.

Anthony feels his heart shatter at the sight, but if he tries to stop you will probably cry even more.

“I know, honey. It’ll hurt for a little bit” he tries to consolate you, still rubbing your clit to try and make you feel better, “But you’re doing so good, you’re my best girl.”

Your hands slowly drop from your face and you look down at him, “I am?” you ask, unsure, and he nods, giving you a sweet smile. “M-move, please. Make it go away” you plead with him, and Anthony starts dragging his finger slowly along your tight walls, placing gentle kisses along your jaw and neck.

You tighten around his digit, hoping for the pain to grow dim, and after some time, it does. You feel some sort of wetness dripping out of you, onto Anthony’s hand and he takes that as a sign to pump another of his fingers into you, not without having his eyes glued to your face.

“Oh, Anthony...” you yelp as you hold onto his broad shoulders, bouncing down on his fingers slowly, rolling your hips as they entered you. “I- I have this weird feeling... Pressure” you admit bashfully as your teary eyes meet his, and his face softens.

“It means that you need to let go for me” he assures with a smile, pumping his fingers at a faster pace, “not to worry, it will feel far better than this.”

You nod absentmindedly, quite afraid of the new sensation you were about to experience, but you let go nonetheless, just like he has asked you to. Your legs shake on top of his, nails digging into his skin as your cunt begins tightening on its own, far harder than you’ve managed before. “A-Anthony..” you breathe out, though it comes out as more of a weak whisper, and you fall limp against him.

Anthony shushes you, gently petting your hair as he moves it from your forehead, and ties it around his fingers, not allowing heat to overcome you. “It is quite alright, my darling. It felt good, did it not?”

“It did” you say breathlessly. After a moment of silence and quite the opposite in your mind, and you manage to straighten your back so your eyes would meet his once again. “Do y-you want to?” you ask fearfully, not knowing if this means anything to him.

“Do I what?” he asks, curiously eyeing you.

“Me...” you say and his eyes widen slightly, causing your eyes to as well, “to touch you.. What I mean is- May I touch you, Anthony?”

He breathes out a laugh and you almost immediately regret your words, but he gives you no time to do so. “You know... I remember laying in bed one day, before our wedding. The door was locked, my hand wrapped around my cock..” he explains and you flush at the obscenity of his words, and he grins. “Trying to imagine that it was you who was doing these things to me. But I was well aware you would grip me tighter than that and make me feel better than that. You see.. I am tired of hands, my love. But I will gladly take up on the offer if that is all you are willing to give to me.”

Your cheeks are burning at this point, and you find yourself unable to utter a single word. You were entirely submissive to Anthony Bridgerton, for the first time in this lifetime.

“And when the times come, you shall let him and only him between your legs, my darling. Only he shall be the one to see under your skirts.”

You remember your mother’s words from earlier that week, and your palms begin sweating at the idea of Anthony between your legs, doing the real thing, as your mother calls it.

Anthony doesn’t expect it, but next thing he knows, he is in Paradise. You push your underwear to the side, and hurry to take him out of his trousers, his hard cock looking painfully red in your rather loose grip.

“Y/n/n, you—” Anthony begins but you manage to interrupt him, sliding down on his cock all at once. “Fuck” he whimpers at the feeling, even better than what he has been imagined over the months of him ‘courting’ you.

You give a high-pitched cry when you feel him thrust up into you, your eyes tightly squeezed shut. “I have not imagined— It feels— good” you gasp as you feel him reach deeper places within you, his balls slapping against your sensitive skin.

“Mhm, I bet it does. Tell me more” he hums in amusement, though feeling ecstatic himself. For a second, his lips engulf yours for a searing kiss, and when he parts, you notice him looking at you expectantly.

Oh. So he really wants to know more.

Your lips fall open as you think about your words, but Anthony’s pace only grows faster with every silent second.

“My— Anthony!” you cry out as he keeps his relentless pace, humming. “I believe that is the name, yes. My smart girl.”

You gather all of your strength that you have left, determined not to let him make you speechless. “No one— no one could ever fuck me the way you do, my lord. O-Only you” a groan rumbles through his chest when you finally allow the vulgar words to leave your mouth.

About less than five thrusts later, he lowers his head to your ear, where he whispers laboriously. “You... You naughty girl. Now you’ll have to take my seed, bear my child.”

“Please” you gasp out, tugging him closer to you as his hand came down to thumb at your clit once again. “Give it to me, my lord.”

Seconds after, Anthony felt you twitch and shake underneath him, body jolting with each of his forceful thrusts. Your walls began spasming around him, and with a cry of his name, you let go, pleasure overcoming you as the feeling was overwhelming to say the least.

With your cunt still pulsing with the after-effects of your reached high, you would expect jhim to let go as well, but instead, he pulls out, and he pumps his hand up and down his shaft, throwing his head back as his seed manages to cover all of your lower stomach, and you look at him in amazement.

He looks like a God, his eyes, lips, jaw. He catches you staring and laughs heavily, reaching down to cup your jaw. “Did your mother not tell you it was rude to stare?”

Blushing, you frown softly. “Why did you—”

your day was tiring, and finally coming home to your sweet bed was unmatched.

you were changing to a pair of sweats and a tshirt when you heard a strange noise from the bathroom. “mum?” the door was barely open and you approached it fearfully, knowing that your mum wouldn’t be home until five. “mum, if you’re cleaning, please don’t throw away my—”

“i’m not your mum” you heard a very familiar voice say, but your hand still flew to your chest, holding it as your eyes widened anxiously.

he revealed his tall frame as he pushed the door open, carelessly moving to sit on your bed.

you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “what’s with you here?”

“i was around, and i thought you could use my company” he smirked, beckoning you over with two fingers.

“i don’t” you gave him a tight lipped smile, “but i know who would” you moved to sit on his lap as he rocked you gently back and forth.

nate jacobs was many things. most of all, he was abusive, manipulative and domineering. but he tried to be gentle with you. he didn’t know why, and he most likely didn’t want to know why.

so he hummed, ignoring the way your words so slightly angered him, and instead he buried his face into your neck. “you look pretty” he murmured.

you gasped as one of his hands that was holding your waist slid lower and under your sweats, cupping your pulsing sex. “nate, i-” “shh, angel. you want this, don’t you?” he looked up at you with big doe eyes as he leaned against your shoulder.

“i do” you said truthfully and your arms wrapped around his neck. of course you did, how could you not want him when he treated you with so much care.

“you do” he repeated breathily, smiling to himself as he used his hand to move your underwear to the side, massaging your folds. you could hear how wet you were, and you were sure that didn’t slip past nate. “you’re so wet, angel. always such a good girl for me” he praised under his breath, feeling himself grow hard if he wasn’t already.

“i am?” you whimpered, your hands twitching around his neck as they went to grip his shirt, wanting to pull it off him.

nate’s right hand squeezed your hip as two of his fingers pushed into you, leaving you squirming. his eyes were on you now, he loved watching you like this, he really did. he enjoyed when you were feeling good, when he was making you feel good.

“yeah” he curled his fingers inside of you, gasping when you did as your nails dug into his back through his shirt.

as nate’s fingers reached deeper spots inside of you, you couldn’t help but shake on top of him, and he couldn’t help but wish he were more rough with you, maybe manhandling you or even making you take it dry.

what if he couldn’t do it because you were playing with his mind? you? manipulating him?

“nate?” you asked worriedly, brushing your small hand across his cheek. his fingers had stopped working on your sopping cunt a while ago as nate kept being stuck in his own mind.

as he looked up at you, he realised that he hated his mind. he hated how it created its own image of you, that didn’t coincide with what you really were.

nate saw it in your eyes, you cared for him.

“are you okay?” you asked meekly when he didn’t reply. but instead of talking, nate smashed his lips on yours, devouring your mouth like it was the last time. he knew it wasn’t the last time.

“strip” he groaned against your lips, throwing you on the bed like you weighed nothing. nate pulled off his clothes quickly, throwing them around like he wouldn’t need them later, and he wanted to believe that.

when he looked up, he saw your naked form and it only fed into his addiction. he felt powerful as he hovered over your small body, propping himself up on his elbows on each side of your head. “you make me lose myself” he breathily admitted, pursing his lips as he regretted his words. it was like he couldn’t stop talking.

he used one of his knees to part your legs as he now stood in between them, “and i don’t like myself, angel. not one bit” he murmured as he leaned in, to the point where you could feel his breath on your face.

“you don’t have to” you said softly, rubbing his arm as your eyes locked with his, “i like you for the both of us.”

nate felt his heart swell. your eyes were big and genuine, and he felt powerless when he looked at them. he felt like you owned him. nate didn’t like to feel owned. but then again, he didn’t like lots of things, yet he was there with you.

he took a deep breath as he moved to lean against your headboard, and you looked at him confusedly. “come here” he instructed softly, giving you a helping hand, but truly pulling you onto his lap.

and you obeyed immediately, because what wouldn’t you do for your nate?

you were comfortably sat on his lap, and his hands found your hips, rubbing your skin gently as he looked you up and down, “d-did i do something wrong?”

“yeah” he whispered, looking up at you and your eyes widened, not expecting that to be answer. he smiled, “you made me want you, angel. to keep you all to myself and ruin you for anyone else. that’s what you did wrong... and i’m afraid you’re gonna realise and leave me.”

you wouldn’t. “i won’t” you shook your head, sitting up a bit so he could align his cock with your entrance. nate looked up at you for consent, which you gave immediately, and he helped you sink down on his length “i love you” you whimpered before you lost your common sense, before you lost yourself to nate.

his cock twitched inside of you right when the words left your mouth. his hands gripped your hips tighter, slamming you up and down on his cock. “don’t say that” he shook his head and you leaned into his warmth, staying glued to his chest all while he kept thrusting into you.

“i love you, nate. i love you” you kept murmuring as you pressed open mouthed kisses to the hot skin of his neck, “c-can’t help it. you can hate me b-but i won’t stop saying it.”

he didn’t say anything. he only groaned against your hair, fingernails digging into the supple flesh of your ass as he gave some rest to your weak legs.

once he’d found your gspot, he kept hitting it, making you cry out as you held onto his biceps, feeling like he was splitting you open. “m so close” you mewled, “i wanna cum, please.”

“so cum” he groaned as you squeezed around him, your head dropping against his chest as you released around him, breathing heavily. and nate was close behind you. with a particularly hard thrust, he stilled inside of you and painted your walls with his cum, moaning loudly into your hair.

—

it was the next morning, and you were alone on your bed. of course, all good things must come to an end. and that’s how it always ended when nate came around, leaving you with a broken heart.

the bathroom door opened on its own again “gotta clean up now, angel” he said as he stepped into the room again, a towel on his hand.

you cursed under your breath, looking at him wide-eyed, “n-nate? you came back?”

he frowned, “no?.. when did i leave?”

and that’s what shocked you even more, “but what about cassie?”

nate extended his hand and you took it. his touch was gentle as he guided you into the bathroom, turning the shower on. he was silent as he helped you in, he didn’t know what to say. he could lie, he was good at that, but then again — how could he lie to his angel? the one who saved him.

“i know you don’t wanna talk about it but-.. i just want to know. i want to know of you, nate” you spoke softly as he squeezed some shampoo out of the bottle, rubbing it between his palms before they found your scalp. “because i care about you. i really do. and this whole thing just, it blows my mind” you looked at him through the mirror, and his eyes found yours as he leaned in to kiss your neck from behind.

“i love you” he admitted and your eyebrows raised. you’d heard those words come out of his mouth before, not directed towards you though. it was because he couldn’t lie to you and couldn’t bear you getting hurt. but now he really meant them, and you could feel it. “i do, angel. i’ll leave her for you, alright? once i leave, i promise i’ll go straight to cassie’s and break up with her.”

it made you smile, how much different he was from the arrogant little prick he usually was. “you will?”

he came to face you now, his eyes glued to yours. “i will. i’d do anything for you, little angel.”

his hand was caressing your face as you smiled at him, and nate couldn’t be happier. naked, in a cold bathroom, giving a warm bubbly bath to the love of his life after an amazing night spent together.

“Merlin! I cannot even tell you the pity I take on your future partner, the one that will. have to. share a bloody. bed. with you!” you groan, throwing small pieces of toast at him between every word.

Across from you, sitting beside James and Peter, because obviously he wouldn’t want to be the one getting thrown food at, Remus is resting his chin on his palm, sighing heavily.

James, being the dummy he usually is, leans closer to Remus, side-eyeing you and Sirius. “Why does she like talking badly about herself?”

Your eyes widen slightly and Sirius chuckles at his friend’s remark. You nudge his leg from under the table. “Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Because let me tell you, Black. If my destiny is so unfortunate that I’ll end up marrying you, make sure your life will be pure hell- Worse than your own mother.”

Despite your harsh tone, the corners of your lips threaten to tilt upwards, but Sirius rolls his eyes with a small smile, the situation playing in his mind like an entire romance movie. “I don’t mind” he mumbles more to himself, but you manage to hear him. And even so, you decide to stay quiet, a smile pulling at your lips once again.

James and Remus both share a look, even Peter, who is usually oblivious to everything.

***

“How did he get an O and I got an E!” you whine desperately, tugging at Remus’ sleeve in an attempt to gain his attention, but he only rolls his eyes, ignoring you and the smirking Sirius on the other side of him. “He didn’t even study!”

“I’m naturally smart, Y/n/n” he answers cheekily, sticking his tongue out when you do.

James decides he’s had enough, and soon after, his eyes lit up — an idea. “Hey Y/n/n. You should probably let Pads tutor you. Since, uh, you know, he is better than you in Herbology.”

At his words, your eyes widen and you turn to glare at James, his hands up in defence. “He is not better... But fine! I’ll let him tutor me just so you can see that I’m right, and it won’t change my grade at all.”

***

Later on in the day, you find yourself sat across from Sirius in the common room, in a more private corner. On the table, he has several Herbology books that he’s gathered from the library before said exam.

He seems really passionate about what he’s talking about, teaching you about plants and how gentle you have to be with them, no matter how unusual and aggressive some of them are.

“The flutterby bush, for example. You have to care for it every single day, otherwise it will die. And also, its leaves are very fragile so you might want to be extra careful with it...” he explains, pointing at the aforementioned plant in one of the books before you. “I would’ve gotten one to show you better, but it cannot ever be moved from its initial spot. Otherwise it can become very violent.”

You hum, watching him as your chin rests on the palm of your hand, your eyes glinting unusually. “You know a lot about plants” you say rather dreamily. You’ve never known that Sirius Black would have a hobby, something he actually cared for and knew lots about. But now that it is happening, it feels strange, a warm feeling going through your body.

Sirius chuckles, and you swear you can see blush creep into his cheeks. “Yeah I- I like plants.. Believe it or not, I lied when I said that I didn’t study for the exam.”

Your eyes widen mockingly, and Sirius nudges your leg when you say, “I would’ve never known! Why would you lie about that!”

Your small, cosy corner turns into your safe place in a matter of seconds. The way you can joke, so relaxed, with Sirius. You’ve judged him wrong. Maybe you seeing him as your inferior was not the best way to treat someone you have never even tried to actually get to know.

After a moment or two of Sirius staring at you adoringly, too lost in your smile and blushy cheeks, he speaks up “Um, I- I suppose that is all you need to know.”

He says, and you think he is about to leave, but he doesn’t. He keeps staring at you, picking at his nails as he looks into your eyes.

“Uh- yeah” you say, dipping your chin in a small nod, still reluctant to leave, so you decide not to be the one who leaves first. You sort of hope that he doesn’t, either.

Your heart grows warm when he actually does not get up to leave, but instead, he moves closer to you, sitting next to you. “I’ve got to admit something” he says urgently, and you hum, causing him to continue. “I’ve had a butterbeer or two before coming here. You may think ‘Ew, Sirius, that’s so gross’” he imitates your voice at the last part, in a high-pitched tone, and you laugh loudly, receiving a wide grin from Sirius. He knows that normally, you would’ve scolded him for making fun of you. “I actually did it because...- We never spend time alone and I figured that this would be the only decent moment to confess this.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gulps, licking his now abnormally dry lips, mainly from the anxiety. “Siri?” you ask softly, your hand on his knee, rubbing it lovingly.

“Y-Yeah?” his cheeks turn a bright pink. You’ve never called him that before, not even Sirius, to be honest. Usually, you’d much rather call him ‘idiot’ or ‘dimwit’, but now, something makes you open your heart to him. Maybe this version of him isn’t as bad as the one you’ve imagined and dealt with.

“Oh! Sorry...” he mumbles, placing his hand over yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I um- You- I’m attracted to you, Y/n/n. I’ve no idea if that is due to your stupid jokes or the way you always have to be right about everything but- I like you” his brows furrow as if saying these things out loud make him realise, for the first time ever, how helplessly weak in the knees he is for you.

When Sirius’ eyes find yours, he finds a very much shocked Y/n, eyes wide and mouth agape. That’s it, the end of your ‘friendship’, you’ll probably never want to speak to him again—

“Y/n-” “Shut up” you say rather sternly, your hands cupping his hands and smashing your lips into his. You hear Sirius sigh contently mid-kiss, his lips pressing back into yours.

His hands find your waist and yours find his hair, both desperately groping each other, the common room growing hot all of a sudden.

“Wait-” you say breathlessly as you pull away, licking your lips as you attemt to catch your breath. His eyebrows furrow and you give him a small smile, “What if any of the prefects come in here? They can find us and we’ll be in big trouble.”

Sirius’ face softens and a soft smile graces his swollen lips, his grey eyes gazing into yours intensely. “S’that what you’re worried about, sweetness?” your face flushes at the nickname, and Sirius groans when he feels you press your burning face against his neck, hiding from him. “I would do a year’s worth of detention just for five minutes of eating you out.”

“S-Siri-” you stutter when his hands move to pull your underwear to the side, his usually cold fingers rubbing into your sopping folds. “Please” you cry quietly, holding onto his shoulders.

He hums, his fingers finding your entrance and slowly pushing them inside of you, and they slip easily due to your wetness. “I’ve made you a mess, baby?” he teases, but you nod nonetheless, head on his shoulder as you watch his hands work on your cunt, with teary eyes.

“Messy,” your bottom lip wobbles, hating being messy when you feel so vulnerable.

“Yeah, baby” he pumps his fingers forcefully, causing you to jolt from time to time, your cunt way too sensitive from his slow but hard thrusts. “Your cunt’s so messy, my love. All swollen, with your juices dripping onto my trousers.”

One of his fingers inches up to rub at your clit, your hole clenching around his fingers as he does so. “I-It’s so good, Siri” you whimper into his neck, leaving little wet kisses all over his scented skin. “I- Gonna cum soon..” your breathing gets heavier with every pump of his fingers, tears rolling down your cheeks like waterfalls as you try to hold back from cumming yet.

Sirius smirks against your cheek, solely focusing on making you cum before he does, even though you’ve not touched him yet. “Gotta hurry up, yeah? Cum f’me so I can cum for you, puppy. You wanna get my cum?” he taunts, desperate himself, and you nod desperately, panting and writhing on top of him as he keeps your legs secured around his waist.

“C-Cum... Cum now, Siri..” you tell him alarmedly, barely even breathing as you clench around his fingers, moving up and down on them, at the same time as his thrusts, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Siri!” you yelp as you finally come down from your high, but Sirius keeps thrusting into you, reluctantly pulling his fingers out only to wrap his lips around them, moaning at your taste. “That’s yucky! You can’t-”

“I can’t?” he challenges, an eyebrow raised in question. You gulp slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, “I- Yes you can I’m so sorry-”

He chuckles and you stop talking, looking at him with wide eyes, “S’alright, dovie. I was just teasing.”

Your face softens and you lean back into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his torso as his holds your waist. You hesitate to ask him something you’ve been dying to, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can process it, “Can you please fuck me now?”

Your question is so obscene but you say it so innocently, that it makes his pants tighten around his cock, his pants forming a barrier between his painfully hard cock and your cunt.

“Yeah? You still want that?” he tries to tease you but you can hear the excitement bubbling in his stomach, and his wide grin that gives it away.

“Mhm. Yes, Siri, please. Please give me your cock” you beg pathetically, finally pulling away from him so he is able to see your puppy eyes and pouty lips.

You shudder as Sirius moves violently, trying and pulling on his zipper, one of his hands still holding your thigh so you can’t fall from his lap. “Fucking hell” he murmurs when he finally pushes it all the way down, his cock springing free, touching up to your belly.

“S’so pretty.. your cock” you murmur dreamily and your pointer finger traces the tip gently, leaving him to shudder after every little touch.

“You just have to- put it inside now” his voice is strained, his cock red as your fingers dance across it gently, the little touches making goosebumps arise.

You hum, your hole clenching around positively nothing as you move up on your knees, the tip of Sirius’ cock brushing against your clit. “Oh-” you whimper at the delicious friction, Sirius trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up into you at once.

“Put it in, or are you that dumb you can’t even do that?” his words are harsh and they bring tears to your eyes, your chin wobbling as you lower yourself down onto his cock, it stretching you out and leaving you gasping as your heart pounds against your ribcage.

Sirius’ mouth falls open as loud moans escape from it, his painted nails digging into your hips as he grounds you, keeping his cock as deep inside of you as it can get. “Fuck, puppy” he moans loudly as he keeps you pressed against his balls, thrusting hard into you, only trying to get much deeper than he already is.

“Siri,” you whine helplessly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he is giving you as your hands grip his biceps.

His balls slap against your hole continuously and you cannot help but clench around him ever since you’ve lowered yourself on his cock. It feels like such a bliss, that you cannot say much, your moans and whines and whimpers being the only sounds you can make.

Sirius refuses to pull out just a bit before he can push in again, and instead, he keeps forcing himself inside of you, your walls fluttering against his rock-hard cock.

His cold fingertips are on your breasts, kneading softly, as he gazes lovingly up at you, his low moans mixing with your desperate gasps, and he feels like he can stay like this forever.

“I like this” you whimper when you feel his hands pulling on your sensitive buds, and squeezing them between his skilled fingers. Sirius’ smirk grows wider, and he feels himself nearing his own end when your hand reaches behind you, softly cradling his balls, soft fingertips grazing his sensitive area.

He can hear your breathing picking up, and his does as well.

“Will you come for me, dolly?” he asks and you nod, eyes teary as he hits just the right spot. “Hey, hey. That’s alright, sweetness. You can cum, I’ve got you.”

Then, with a promise and a few sweet words from the one and only, you tighten around Sirius’ shaft as he keeps thrusting into you at a mind-blowing pace. Sirius pulls you down against his chest rather roughly, his hands wrapping tightly around your back. He reconnects his lips with yours, and he hungrily devours the obscene yet most angelic sounds you’re making.

Before he can feel you relax against him, Sirius spills his cum into you with a loud moan, throwing his head back as your lips find his neck, kissing and sucking and licking every little part of the exposed skin. He keeps thrusting into you a few more times after that, his legs weak, so you decide to help him out and bounce on his cock yourself, feeling another orgasm build up already.

Sirius chuckles breathlessly as he looks back up at you, a wide smile gracing his lips. “Such a good girl, baby. Keep doing that, come on.”

You beam at the praise, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ cheek, that positively warms his heart.

***

“Are you leaving me?” you ask anxiously as your head snaps up from the pillow, your head turning towards Sirius who is standing, a soft smile on his face.

“No- No, sweetheart. I brought you my shirt... I would’ve brought clothes from your dorm but- You wouldn’t have seemed too fond of that either” he chuckles as he reveals your naked form from underneath the covers, helping you put it on before he sets you back on the bed, covering you once again.

After dressing himself as well, Sirius gets down under the covers with you, his chest pressing against your back as his arm wraps around your body from behind.

“Get some rest, honey.”

“But I just wanna talk about this—”

“And we will, yeah? Tomorrow” he assures with a kiss to your shoulder, nosing at your skin. “We’ll have a nice — maybe romantic — date by the lake, just the two of us. And then we can talk how much you want us to.”

Your heart starts beating rapidly when he mentions the word ‘date’. The Sirius Black wants to take you out on a date.

“i do!” one of your hands squeezed hers, giving her a sincere smile as your legs slowly opened, and you had to gulp down the lump in your throat. and the whole time, chrissy’s eyes were on yours.

“is it okay if i take a look?” she caressed your cheek, and asked when your legs were completely opened.

“yes” you tried to say firmly but your voice still shook a bit, and you clenched around nothing when chrissy’s eyes were on your cunt.

“woah” she breathed out, her eyes wide as she looked down, “holy- can i please touch?”

you hummed, kind of losing your patience as all you wanted was to feel her hands on you.

she lowered both of her hands to your cunt, one of them resting on your inner thigh as the other seemed hesitant with its movements.

“pretty” she murmured and her middle finger came down to gently rub your clit, causing you to whimper at the slight friction, her eyes shooting up to your own in a second. “feels good?”

“so good” you moaned as chrissy allowed a second finger to touch your cunt, using this one to massage near your hole, but never exactly where you needed her. you had already forgotten how nervous and scared you were, the mere thought chrissy’s fingers inside of you filling your mind.

her fingers massaged your cunt softly, not adding too much pressure. you were so wet already, and chrissy felt herself get wet as well when she noticed her fingers were coated with your arousal.

“do you want my mouth angel?”

“fingers! want ‘em inside” you protested, and chrissy smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i know, sweet thing. will get to that, i promise. but i must prep you properly, alright? make it hurt as little as possible.”

and after all, she was the experienced one, not you. so you gave in, and with a soft sigh, you agreed.

“good girl” chrissy murmured as she eyed your cunt hungrily, before she lowered her mouth onto your heat, the contact making you moan loudly.

her mouth was wet and warm, and it just felt so good against your needy cunt.

“chrissy,” you whimpered softly, your hand at the back of her head as you tried your best not to ruin her perfect ponytail.

meanwhile, chrissy had started moving her tongue, her sweet tongue. usually, she was so gentle, but now, her tongue was pressed against your clit and she moved it rather harshly.

you were writhing and whimpering, your eyes closing tightly as you bucked your hips up into chrissy’s mouth, earning an awestruck expression from her.

“that’s it, such a good girl for me” she mumbled against you, the vibrations causing you to cry out in pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.