#sof's freaky fridays

straddling lip’s hips while he’s laying on the bed. in just your panties. and just. feeling his cock under your pussy. you’re not even doing anything but this man is BIG. and he smiles at you.

“do you feel me? want me to put it inside you?”

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as you're sitting on him he grabs his cock and holds it up so it leans against your stomach, the tip reaching at your belly button "think you can take it, baby?" and you're all eager nods and wide eyes staring at him, not a thought behind your pretty eyes while your head is consumed by the thought of his cock stretching you out and filling you all the way up.

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there's something about looking down into your teary eyes and runny nose, fists gripping at the sheets or at his shoulders, that makes his dick twitch. "why the tears, baby, hm?" he knows exactly why you're crying, but hearing you say it, admitting that you can't take him, is simply too delicious for him to pass up the chance. he knows you can, has seen you do it many times but his little baby is always one for dramatics. your pussy is almost split open trying to accommodate his cock, and he grants you a couple swipes of his thumb over your throbbing clit to make things easier.

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he can't deny that the sight of your weepy eyes matched with your whiny whimpers are getting him exceptionally hard. you're straddling his hips, struggling to find a rhythm when your thighs are burning and shaking at the strain of having to do all the work. your hands are gripping at his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons on his freckled skin. he can't remember what he's punishing you for at this point, his mind just as blank as yours as he watches his cock disappear into you over and over again.

"daddy please, hurts, can't do it anymore" "not used to doing all the work, eh baby? think i've been spoiling you for too long" a choked sob leaves your bruised lips and has your chest heaving, and then you're leaning forward to leave wet sloppy kisses on his face, every so often finding his lips "m'sorry, I love you, please" "please what?" "please fuck me" he flips you over and onto your back in the blink of an eye "jus' a spoiled baby, aren't you? need daddy to do all the work, eh?" your teary eyed pout makes his dick twitch "but i’m your baby" “damn right you are”

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-> *DARK CONTENT* stepdad smut ahead. if you don't like, don't read!

the house is quiet as remus takes off his dress shoes and loosens his tie. usually he'd hear the quick pitter patter of your steps as you rush down the hall to meet him, jumping eagerly into his arms to welcome him home. but today it's quiet, except for a soft murmur coming from upstairs.

when he leans his ear against your bedroom door, he's not expecting to hear a choked out moan, especially one coming from his sweet little stepdaughter, an innocent little thing who still holds his hand to cross the road. he's about to barge in, ready to drag whoever's defiling you off you and to the streets, but then he hears it. his name.

"Remus" Your voice is breathy, verging on a whine. "Daddy, please" And then he does barge in, but instead of rage he's filled with nothing but carnal desire. Your sweet eyes are wide with surprise at the intrusion, hand nestled deep inside your cotton panties. And although your first instinct is to close your legs, hiding yourself from your step-father's hungry gaze, it takes only a second and remus reaching the bed for you to give in, knees hitting the mattress with a soft thud as you expose yourself fully to him.

"You need my help, darling?" His hand is soft on your face as it brushes hair behind your ear. "Need daddy to help you?"

Lip making you eat his come after rubbing it all over you. Even scooping some from whatever hole he fucked you in and making you eat it from his fingers real slow.

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he's finished inside you three times already, and he's wincing at the overstimulation he's inflicting on himself, but when he pulls out, hands holding tight to the back of your thighs as he presses them back to your chest and sees the creamy whiteness leaking slowly out of you twitching centre, he can't help but thrust back in.

you're clenching around him, way past any form of coherence as he drives you to your eighth orgasm of the night. you're a sensitive little thing, so your wet cheeks and whiny whimpers are nothing if not a given every time he fucks you. and he leans over, nipping at your neck and pulling at your nipples as he grunts his way through another orgasm, your own following closely after.

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"dr. potter, would you mind holding the light?" you're staring up at the two men hovering over you as james comes into view to grab at the thin metal flashlight. sirius is to your right, snapping on a pair of blue medical gloves before bringing two fingers to tap at your lips "open up, sweetheart"

you can taste the latex of the gloves on your tongue as his fingers explore your mouth, following the line of your teeth before rubbing up and down the length of your tongue "gotta make sure your throat is nice and healthy, alright? don't be afraid to gag, m'checking to make sure everything's working as it should"

"you can hold my hand, darling" james reaches for your hand before you can reply—not that you could reply anyway with sirius' fingers down your throat—and places your linked hands on his lap. sirius' fingers reach for the back of your throat, massaging slow circles on your tongue as he goes. when you gag, he groans at sight of your throat contracting, and if you didn't know any better you'd think his pants were growing tighter under his coat.

the hand attached to james' brushes against something hard, and as your watery eyes find his he lets out a breathy moan, hips bucking into your hand so this time the touch is firmer against his clothed cock.

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bill had never been more in love with you. watching you carry his child for nine months, and deliver a beautiful healthy baby, made his heart glow and triple in size at the mere sight of you. on the more physical size, he couldn't deny that the sight of your full tits stirred something deep inside him.

weeks after the baby, your body is still recuperating from the arduous challenge that is childbirth, so when bill starts trailing wet kisses down your neck, hand reaching for the hem of your shirt, you can’t help but wince at the thought of having sex. "m'sorry, s'too sore" your lip wobble gives away your disappointment, both at not being able to pleasure your husband and at how much you miss having his hands on you and the feeling of his thick cock snug between your walls. "I know, love. s'far too soon, jus' wanna treat my girl" his hand lifts the shirt to rest right above your bare breasts, mouth lowering until his hot breath is tickling at your sensitive nub "okay?" "it's gonna—" his smirk quiets you down as he interrupts "I know, darling"

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you're in the bathroom at the alibi, back pressed against the wobbly stall door as lip towers over you. one hand is gripping at your throat while the other pistons in and out of you at a punishing pace. there's already tears streaming down your face when the hand at your throat moves to grip at your jaw, angling your face to look up at him while he rests his forehead on yours.

"think it's funny? walking around the bar like a little whore begging to be filled up? is that what you are?" there's no way you can form words in your state, only gurgled moans, but he takes this as another sign of your disobedience so he slams you back against the door, fingers picking up the pace. "I asked you a question"

"no" your words are muffled through the pout his grip forces your lips into "yours" your hand comes to grip at the one thrusting in and out of your sensitive pussy, feeling raw at the overstimulation. “s’too much, lip. I can’t—”