Mrs Mooney's house

Do you want the house tour?

I could take you to the first, second, third floor.

In the events of breaking up with your jackass of a boyfriend, the one where he parade you around to everyone, boasting about how you have the best tits in town then go sleep with chicks from the strip bar.

You were in the limerence stage. You do miss him. And that's where Remus John Lupin does his job the best.

He's never once expressed goodness about your boyfriend. Foul git, he is. He knew you needed someone better. He is someone better. Once you stopped wailing about that cocksucker...

Anyway. He would wait it out. He took you on a few dates, like a gentleman. Well, he would consider them as dates.

You were still in yearning for him. Why can't you see? You belonged to him..

"I miss him.." You croaked, as you say on the floor of your bed, with Remus next to you.

Remus stiffens at your words, his hand stroking your back. A shadow flickers across his face..something dark but he schools it back into careful neutrality.

“Do you?”

He doesn’t believe you. Or maybe he does, because how could you miss someone like that? Someone who made you cry? Who didn’t deserve the air they breathed around someone as soft as you?

He tilts your chin up with two fingers so he can study your tear-streaked face properly.

“Why?”

“He kisses me really passionately... He.. he makes me laugh and.. he's so good in bed..”

so basically nice a shagger?.. he could do too, no? you were missing that? Missing some mediocre shagging from a man who treated you like an afterthought unless he wanted to brag about having sex with you in front of his mates?

“Oh... So that’s what this is about.”

"What?"

“You’re sad because you miss sex.”

──── First floor!

A tense, awkward silence passed you two..

“Well... that’s an easy fix.”

He kisses you. Not sloppy or rushed like your deadbeat ex used to... It was slow and deliberate, you.. though, was still in shock.

"Miss.. sex?"

You asked. Confused. Remus pulls back just enough to seeing the confusion in those big eyes of yours.

“Yeah, sex.”

His hand holds to cradle the side of your face. The kiss was just a preview.. and you were just staring at him in shock.

He could laugh. He really should be laughing at how oblivious you were being right now.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked. Bluntly. No euphemisms.

“What?” You asked. With a huff of a chuckle. It was almost like he was joking.. right?

He exhales through his nose, he was totally infuriated by how utterly clueless you’re being.

...So he spells it out for you. Literally.

“Do,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth..

“you,” another kiss.

“want me,” A third kiss lands softly on the column of your throat.

“To fuck?” He finishes right against your collarbone.

..

"Is this your way of comforting?"

“Comforting? Maybe.” He shrugs. “Or maybe I just really want to fuck you and this is a convenient excuse.”

He said, it was almost funny. If his eyes wasn't so predatory. He wasn't sugarcoating..

His fingers tangle gently in your hair, as your cheeks slowly reddens when realization dawn's on you.

He kisses you again..deeper this time, hungrier and suddenly his hands are everywhere..

He lifts you up onto his lap.. on the bed. You could feel how hard he is already through his jeans where your thighs bracket him..

“Tell me no.” he murmurs against your lips. “and I stop.”

You don’t say no.. or rather. You don't say anything. He takes that as permission.

His mouth crashes back onto yours, all heat and impatience now, kissing you like he’s been starving for this exact moment his entire life.

──── Second floor!!

His large hands slide under your jumper, yanking it off your body, his calloused fingers tracing up the curve of your spine before finding the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it once.. before popping it open with a quiet click. Though.. he doesn't take it off yet.

His warm palm cups one bare breast through..

“Merlin..” he breathes out raggedly..

“Rem..” You mewled, half surprised, half overwhelmed, it makes Remus’s stomach flip.

He ducks his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone before trailing lower, nipping gently at the swell of your breast over the lace of your bra..

A low noise vibrates in his throat as he finally closes his mouth over a peaked nipple through fabric, sucking lightly, testing how sensitive you are.. as you squirm beneath him..

He switches sides when he felt your other nipple neglected. Mouthing over your other nipple this time, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt before soothing it with his tongue. One hand slides down from your back to squeeze the curve of your ass possessively.

“Fuck,” he growls against damp lace. “you feel amazing.”

The intensity of his gaze is downright filthy, his amber eyes locked onto yours.. unblinking, devouring every twitch of your expression as his tongue flicks deliberately over the lace covering your nipple.

He’s watching you. The flush on your cheeks, the way your lips part when he does something particularly good, how your lashes flutter when a shiver runs through you…

A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth before he repeats the action.. slower this time. Dragging the flat of his tongue over sensitive fabric in a torturously slow stripe.

He bites down gently and like the filthy man he was.. he holds eye contact while doing it like some kind of fucked-up dare.

And God that was hot. You moaned for him.. That little sound goes straight to Remus’s dick. His smirk widens into something downright predatory..

Without breaking eye contact, he repeats the bite.. but softer now, followed by a slow kiss over the same spot as if apologizing for it. His tongue swipes again, faster this time, flicking rapidly in a way that’s more playful than sensual… he blows cold air right onto your damp nipple through fabric.

A cruel trick.. He knows exactly what it’ll do. Meanie.

He grins against your skin, all sharp canines and mischief, when you whined.

When he was satisfied he hooks his fingers into the lace of your bra, yanking it down, freeing your breasts entirely..

Now his mouth is on bare skin, hot and wet as he circles your nipple with his tongue once… twice… then finally closes over it to suck hard enough to make your back arch off him.

A hand grips the back of your thigh, hiking it higher around his waist, pulling you even closer so there’s zero space between where he wants to be pressed against you.. his hard tented dick pressed against your clothed pussy.

The whimper that came out of you.. high, soft— perfect.. goes straight to Remus’s cock. He groans around your nipple at the sound before abruptly releasing it with a wet pop.

His hips jerk up involuntarily, grinding that very obvious bulge against you in a slow, filthy roll.

He’s hard as fuck. Painfully so.

He nibbles at your neck, eating at your neck .. down to your collarbone.. lower to your other tit.

No more hesitation though. Remus rips the bra off with impatient fingers, tossing it somewhere across the room.

He alternates between suckling and biting gently, one hand kneading your other breast.. pinching the peak between thumb and forefinger. While the other slides down to the inside of your skirt, as you felt his long, skinny fingers rubbed against your clit.. A calloused thumb pushed into your cunt meanly.

The dual sensation has you writhing all over him again. He loves it. Loves how responsive you are compared to some dead weight who probably just shoved into you like a jackhammer and called it sex.

──── Third floor!!!

Remus loves you..really, truly loves you. It shows in every touch. There’s no rushed impatience, no selfishness. Just slow-burning devotion turned into filthy worship.

He pushes you onto the mattress with surprising gentleness for someone built like a brick shithouse, his large hands framing your hips as he hovers over you..

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt and slowly peels it down those perfect legs of yours, he kisses the inside of one knee..softly, he starts trailing upward with deliberate slowness.

His nose brushes against the damp fabric covering your sweet pussy. He takes a good sniff.. and he groans.

He presses an open mouthed kiss over your aching pussy through the flimsy underwear... Till it's soaked. And all wet.

The second his tongue flicks against the damp fabric, the jolt running through you was electric and sweet. Remus does it again, deliberately, slowly dragging the flat of his tongue over where you’re already embarrassingly wet. A low hum vibrates against you when he adds just a hint more pressure with each pass…

His hands grip your thighs to keep them from clamping shut out of reflex, his thumb stroking gentle circles into your skin as he continues, this is foreplay to him.

When you think he’ll finally stop torturing you.. he presses down with more weight, dragging his tongue slowly over the entire covered area this time before sucking gently on that spot.

You whined to him.. as he chuckles against your pussy.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, as he slowly pulls them down your legs with painstaking slowness..

Once it was over, he lets the cold air blow over your glistening aching cunt as he stared at it.

Savoring how sweet and soft it was gonna taste.

His nose liked to nudge against your clit when he dove down to start suckling at your pussy, nibbling it slightly as his tongue slipped into your pussy lips torturously slow..

His fingers worked well to slit you open for his tongue, curling it in while his makes out with your cunt.

His other hand rose to caress your navel. Fingers circling your belly button. It's a different kind of ecstatic.. you gripped his hair out..

The groan from his mouth vibrates up your pussy, you tugged on it even harder. Your fingernails digging into his scalp.

Your thighs clamped over his head, filthy slurping sounds was made under you while he moans.. you couldn't tell who was enjoying it more.

Maybe it was the scissoring.. or how his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Or how his nose runs against your clit.. but you came down on his face, grinding on it..

Your arousal was dripping. Dripping over his mouth. As a sly grin crossed his face.

────HOME RUN!!!!

He didn't take much time to crush his mouth against you, a whimper left your throat as you tasted yourself through him, his tongue greedily slips into your mouth.

He was quick to take his jeans and boxers off. It sprung against his soft lean tummy.

It was hard.. so red. So angry. And veiny. It makes your mouth water as he adjusted himself..

Stroking it slightly as his mushroom tip probbed at your pussy lips. You shivered..

He just kept kissing you.. deep. And passionate. With possessiveness.

He fucks your pussy lips while doing it too, rubbing it up your slit as groans leaves his mouth with each kiss he landed.

Till he was too bored though.. he waited a second, a second before he fills you up with all of his mighty dick inch. Deep into your soaking pussy, one that was begging for him.

You were in pure bliss. As his grinds slowly, before picking up his pace.

Fucking his dick into you, his top would still be inside of you while he slams into you repeatedly. His face was sone of pleasure, biting his lips.

"Fuck—.. such a tight pussy.. been begging for me huh?.. shit ... So fucking sexy.."

He growled, biting your collarbone.. anywhere ehe could reach to make sure it was real. Your pussy wrapped around him like a perfectly fitted sheet, stretched but not overdone..

But it was perfect.

You felt his dick in your heart. Every thrust touched that button inside of you. You gasped like you never did. This was different. This wasn't like anything you had .

Remus had the bigger dick.. definitely. He fucks better. Better than your half of a balls boyfriend.

His balls slapped against your ass, each plap! Grows quicker when your legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper into you.

So deliciously deep you swore you couldn't breath for a second.

"Shit!.. God best fucking pussy in the world!.. all f'me.. mines. All mines.."

Your cunt fluttered against his length. You gripped him tight enough he could see stars by now. The knot in your tummy tightened even more though..

"Rem.. remmy! Cum!.. G'.. cum.."

You whimpered, he listened. Pecking your neck up to your mouth.

"Yea? Y'gonna cum for me? I bet he never made you cum this hard like this did he?.. not that bitch.. this is my pussy now. Cum baby.."

His thrusts got sloppier, as his balls tighten, you reached your climax while he thrusted in one last, deep time.

His hot sprut filled you up.. shoving it deep inside you, his tip caressed your g-spot, as he thrusted in one more time for good measures.

Just Incase.

"What a good girl.. Pussy's such a good girl too.. must be so frustrating being so horny without help huh?.. what would you do without me?"

He cooed, as you huffed out on the pillow, still in a trance while his cock softly pulls out of you, watching his cum dripped out of your stuffed pussy.. pushing it back it where it belongs.

And I promise none of this is a metaphor, I just want you to come inside !!!

zvrswan ──── all works are written by me. Please do not feed my work to ai.

And I try to understand why you would do this all to me

You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy

Purebloods family has been one of the rarest and weirdest family lines yet. Insetual relationships to keep the bloodline pure. But with remarkable generations dating back to where ancestors built and shaped the magical world of England.

You were part of the purebloods. Your family was tight knit with the Blacks. You have known Regulus ever since you were kids..

You knew following the toxic idealogy running in the family was gonna kill you one day. And the only person who could ever understand that was Regulus.

You suggested running away before. Forgetting everything.. leaving your life.. into a muggle world where it's hard to track.. but on the night where you two had planned for a while for it, he ratted you out.

You knew he was scared. But you never thought he would ever do this.. he was the only person you ever trusted then.

You were disowned by your own family. No amount of sorry ass they could ever accept to take you back anyway.

During winter breaks, you'll stay in Hogwarts. And summer breaks you'll roam the streets in the muggle world, getting a summer job at some rundown diner and earning not much muggle money, to at least have a roof over your head in a sketchy dark motel.

You were tortured and taunted in school. Especially in your own house. The one that used to be warm and lovely now feels cold and scary.

It's not like anyone really noticed you. You barely had any friends but Pandora and Regulus. But you could never tell Pandora the sick torment they put you through when she's back in her own common room.

You could see it in Regulus that he never thought it would go that far.

Every time Lucius pulled at your hair in the hallways, when Bellatrix pinched you, or when Mulciber would humiliate you or make weird lewd comments.

But he stayed quiet. He never spoke out about it.

Though, one night was special. For them. It was almost winter break, most professors guards were down, ready for school break.

Your shoes clacked against the cold stone stairs as you walked back in the astronomy tower.

You had found a letter in your locker, from Regulus. You had heavily debated on whether you should've gone. If he wanted to reconcile or.. have ill intent.

Though it would be the latter.

As you stepped into the familiar tower, where you once shared whispered so dearly. And where the stars looked the best.

Standing there were two shadow figures.

"Well.. surprised you even came." Bellatrix's shrilly voice rang in your ear.

"Is this a joke?"

"No? We just want to talk."

"I don't wanna talk to you."

"Oh so you wanna die?"

"what are you even talking about?"

Narcissa cut in, escalating the situation.

"Listen. The Dark Lord is starting recruitment again. It's either you join us or you'll have nothing of yourself yet. We don't want anything to do with you. But..— whatever. It's just a warning."

"So you can spread your stupid propaganda? I'd rather die than join your disgusting fetish ideology."

"You watch your fucking mouth." Bellatrix yelled, pointing straight at you.

"You shut your fucking mouth!"

Then, she slapped you. A sharp sting on your face. Triggering your instincts you slapped her back.

For a second, it was silent. Like time had stopped.

Then her wand shot at you.. an incantation spread from her mouth. "Diffindo!"

You writhed in pain as you held your eye. You were bleeding. She had cast a tear spell on your face.. that directly hit your eye. Causing a long deep gash from your left eyebrow slanted to the corner of your right mouth.. it was horrendous.

"What did you do?" Narcissa shrieks in horror.

"Do you know how much trouble we'll be in?"

Bellatrix just stared at her. A mocking smug smile on her face. She casted the Fidelius Charm on you.

You lied. You had to. You got mauled by some weird animal and Madame Pomfrey would lecture you in response.

The torment was hell. The humiliation. The lies. It feels like you were going to throw it all up.

You laid in the white hospital bed for the winter. It was so lonely. No one ever came into the hospital wing during winter break. Who even gets sick during Christmas?

It was useless. You can't fight back. You couldn't tell anyone. You were blind in one eye. You had no friends. You're not smart. You're wounded and ugly. Everyone you had was gone..

Sobbing into night was no use. No one was coming to save you.

It hurts when you cry too. It's hell. Everything is hell. This numbness is like a beast taking over you.

Your dorm room was quiet. Empty. All your dormmates left for winter break.

You fell into winter depression. The worst one of all. It felt like there was nothing to chase for anyways.

Strolling up into the astronomy tower. You could see memories flashing in your mind. The same Regulus Black, who smiled so sweetly and laughed at your jokes.. holding your hand in the cold was not here anymore.

You felt angry. Confused. You're just so angry.

You were doing good. Leaving into paradise. If he wasn't scared this would never happen. It stung. Your heart was slowly ripping apart.

The start is always the same in the end.

As you held out your wand, and one Avada Kedavra and you were gone. Lifeless.

Death feels like peace. At least for you now. That was the only way you went for the pain you went through.

Now your body was just waiting for someone to notice. Rotting physical after so long.

And I know, in my heart, hurt people hurt people.

And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal

That boy is corrupt', can you raise him to love me maybe?

"What kind of bullshit excuse is that?!"

"I just think we should take a break."

"For what?"

".. for me to grow. Y'know. Mature."

That's how it went. Cocky little Barty Crouch Jr needs a break for maturity? That's a first.

You walked down into hogsmeade, With Pandora and her lover holding hands and whispering sweet nothings as you trail behind. A third wheeler at most to everyone.

You thought he would come back within a week. But no. Somehow he discovered self-control! How convenient.

Now somehow everyone has a fucking lover everywhere you go, and Barty was about having the time of his life. Pranking and destroying public schools grounds. Some kind of newly found maturity.

Crying in bed is possibly a common routine for you. it's basically in your daily schedule.

Well.. till you spotted him getting totally cozied up with some other girl in the common room. Oh boy.

"what the fuck?!"

You yelled, as he blinked at you.

"what the fuck."

"Baby— it's not like that—"

Here we go again.

You smacked him. Across his perfect little cheek. Honestly this was embarrassing. That you cried for him for days to find the man whore here sitting with some other girl while giving you a bullshit excuse about taking a break.

You couldn't give about two shit to immature men who can't keep their dicks in their pants for 5 seconds.. well.. at least he's not yours to deal with anymore.

He sure fuck' me up, and yes, I'm talking 'bout your baby.

I wanna get him back!

I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad..

You met Sirius in the Summer of 1978. While strolling through diagon alley, you bumped into him. And it blossomed into toxic positivity.

Through possessive kisses, cut-throat arguments, unfaithful thoughts, little'white-lies', you finally broke off with him next spring of 1979. When he got too much with your friend. Touching her knee.. soft whispers. You couldn't take him no more.

You knew Sirius was manipulative. But God, he was so irresistible. It was the recipe for disaster.

Some nights you would coop yourself in your bed for days, weeping in silent for a man that couldn't even provide simple acts of love for you.

Till you remembered who he left you for once it was over. Then you couldn't believe you had such guts to date a man so horrid.

You truly love him, though.

But you also had a deep passionate disdain for the arrogant man.

During late night parties where you knew he would be there, you would make out with men that he would have deep abhorrence for.

You could see it in his eyes. The sharp glare from far away where chicks were too busy fawning over him to notice the subtle shift of uneasiness in him.

You knew it irked him. And you just loved pushing him till the edge of insanity.

Though, you have no sense of self preservation. You knew those nights would always be the nights where you would bring him home to be laid underneath him.

Underneath those layers of intoxicating cologne, that smug smile, and the hands of the man who once owned you.

The feeling of emptiness in the morning leaves you with unfathomable shame and lingering ache.

Though, the feelings would always subside whenever you see him posted up with another bird as a doll.

"Maybe I could change him."

You knew saying this in front of your friend would unravel the seeping rage beneath them.

Because face it, Sirius Black had done more damage than good.

You want to get him back. Get a new perfect boyfriend, show him how much he loves you..

You also want him back though. You couldn't stop thinking about his smooth infuriating voice in your ear, his rough hands roaming your body like he was reading it.

"Take me back?" One day as he appeared at your door. Flowers, soft smile, lovely voice.

No.

Yes.

No!!

Yes!!

Remember what he did!!

".. why'd dont you go back and bang your chick?"

You said, you couldn't believe you said it to his face though. He face dropped when you slammed the door.

You couldn't say you didn't cry after that. Or regret it...

You didn't want him to fuck someone else.

But you also don't want him to be with you!!!

As your mouth moved rhythmically with some other blonde guys mouth, his warm loving tongue slipped into your mouth. Well before Sirius lashed out at him.

It resulted into a whole fight.

Happened so fast you couldn't remember it. Either from too much drinks or staring at him so much it hurts.

He was bloodied. Broken nose, purple eyes, scowled mouth.

You cleaned him. Not because you like him. Definitely. No.

You did it cause no one else helped.

You told yourself. At least.

Definitely not because he begs.

Not because he calls you 'mine only'.. and definitely not when his mouth tasted more like his than it was yours.

Your neck would have new love bites overnight.

He would be mad if it wasn't his. If he knew it wasn't his, he would choke you till he knew who it was.

Then God knows what he does to them.

Fuck him.

Fuck him?

No, fuck him.

Yes, fuck him!!!

This is the constant battle in your head.

Everytime you saw the man. He was too hot to be so fucked up. But I guess that's what every man has to be to get so good looking.

When he stalked your new 'talking stage' and punched him out. And that was your last straw.

Storming to him and demanding an explanation when all he says is 'you're mine.' is maddening.

You did everything to him.

Hitting his chest, crying like a kid.. begging for him to stop.. while he just watched you.

Wasn't till he told you that guy was too much of an asshole to you that you slapped him. Splashing him with a glass of whatever water it was inside the mug and storming out.

Then you never saw him again... Well ..

Till the weekend in the bar.

The halo of the light in the bar shines down on you, as you sense the familiar silhouette of a man who once had unfulfilled promises.

Standing drunken and desperate, strolling towards you like a beast.

"C'mon, I know you still want me, no?.. I see it in your eyes.. they're fluttering.."

His sickly sweet voice could rope even the most skeptical person in. He was, undoubtedly the most sickening person.

"Sirius.."

"I love you."

"You're drunk."

"I love you."

He just wouldn't stop.

You really tried though.. till he kissed you. It was full and warm with the taste of fire whiskey from his mouth. Like before, when he wasn't too mean .. too possessive.

It felt real.

No self-control for you. You kissed him back as soon as you could. As he swallow you whole.

You would fall in his arms that day. As his voices leaves goosebumps down your spine, his skillful tongue explores you as much as he could. His eyes were predatory. Downright filthy.

He kisses you like a statement. The smell of sex alludes the room, something different was in the room. A sense of acceptance.

The bed unmade, but the man was yours now. Back to being him. For you, Atleast.. you got him back in a way.

The cycle of Sirius Black strikes again.

I wanna get him back!

Cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad..

zvrswan ──── all works are written by me. Please do not feed my work to ai.

Seeing you tonight? It's a bad idea right? Seeing you tonight...

It has been a while since you really got out and ready for such a ravenous event. After your break up with Sirius, things went about downhill for you. But tonight might be different.

The endless roaring of the rave party was getting to you. Messy makeouts on the couch, florescent lights, people throwing up, taking shots, playing pool.. the noises all drown out when the chime of your phone vibrates.

It was a call.. you stepped outside the boisterous party into the porch yard. The sound of his voices rang through, as silk as velvet.

"Hey.. kinda lonely tonight.. you wanna swing by tonight? I have drinks."

He said, as if coaxing an animal out. You sensed the undertone. Anyone with a screw in their head can tell. But to your own surprised, you said I'll think about it. Now obviously you weren't in a right state of mind.. you were drunk.. and looking at the couples on the couch grinding and making out like they were gonna die made you.. well lonely.

You partied for a while. With some of your friends taking shots with you, when your phone chimed. An address.

"See you later."

"Who the fuck is that?" Marlene said, snatching your phone out of your grip before you could even register.

"Jesus." She stared at you.. as if you admitted to killing a kitten. You snatched your phone back, sighing..

"So what? Can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend." The biggest lie ever said.

"You're done. You're through! Jesus! There's so many hot guys out here!.. just.. talk to one of them!"

"Oh? And what good will that do me?" You snarked.

"Better than Sirius Black."

"Yes whatever. It's not like I'm gonna see him anyway."

You should've agreed. But.. you weren't sure. Sirius Black was.. hot. Sure you saw much hotter men but whenever you see him you can't think of anyone else who could compare..

You left the party early. Sitting in your car for half an hour. Time was ticking. Fuck it. What is there to lose? You drove off to only God knows.

His apartment complex was dark. Like eerie, only one flicker postlight was on.

242. His apartment number.

You let out a huff, before knocking on his door. The sound of the wood being hit was echoing in your ear. Waiting for him...

And there he was. That fucking smirk. All lean on the door and smug. Like he wasn't the one who fucking broke it off with you.

But God does he look good.

He shut the door behind you. You could feel his stupid fuck me eyes staring at the back of your head.

"You're drunk."

"So?" You snapped.

".. Nothing."

He spoke softly, his shoulder bumping against yours while he walked to the fridge.

"Beer?"

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Now you both were drunk. Doing probably the most worst decision you'll regret once you were sober. But you'll deal with that when you are sober.

Your tongue clashed with his, he was probably sucking your face off by the looks of it.. his hands desperate taking off your top and bra..

He was nice while he bangs. Sometimes. He caressed your boobies but he likes to slap them till they were pretty red.. it's so hard to resist him..

"Fuck .. so gorgeous.."

He mumbled, twisting your nipple.. before his hands slid down to your skirt, in your panties..

God you missed this. His fingers are definitely better than any useless vibrators you had in your drawer..

"So wet aren't you? You're so dirty, y'know that? Does anyone know you only let me touch you like this?"

You shook your head.. the best you could. He roughly threw you on your tummy.. slapping your ass as you whined.. a pretty little red imprint makes him feel cocky..

Ripping off your skirts and undies.. he wasted little to no time lining up into you, no preparation for you.. and just started thrusting into you.

You screamed. It was pathetic yes. But did you really care? His thick cock fills you up than any other hookups!! Only he knows what you like.. and your little fetishes..

"Y'like that you fucking slut? You like my cock in your warm little pussy?"

He spoke smugly, leaving another smack on your ass that makes you whined in response..

His chest touched your back, you could feel his nipples against your shoulder blades, as his aching cock slides into you so smoothly and so good it makes you drool..

His lanky hands pressed down on your tummy bulge. You whimpered! God that was hot!..

"Y'feel that? Y'feel that you little bitch? That's me fucking you."

His hand squished your cheeks together, as you sobbed in pleasure..

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside of you. And you can't do anything about it yeah? I'm gonna fuck a baby inside of you.."

He said with such confident and malicious, you swallowed. One part of you were about to roll your eyes and the other.. well you hope he does so he never leaves again.

"Fuck.. I'm gonna cum inside you. I bet you'll liked that huh? You always fucking do.. dirty whore.."

He said, as warmness shot up in you, you came instantly.. whining and writhing like a kitty in his grip. His thrust was softer, but still in rhythm, riding out his and your high... Turning you on your back, his hands squished your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. Then spitting into it..

Once he pulled out, huffing laying on the sheets of his bed.. he got up only to spread your thighs open as he watched his own cum leak out of your pussy. Clenching around nothing as he raises his fingers to shove his cum back into you.. pushing it in deeper for good measures.

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"Where the fuck were you last night? You left." Lily asked, clearly worried over the phone.

"I'm fine. I just got too drunk and bored so I left. I just slept."

"Fine.. see you later. Take care. Goodbye.."

"Bye.." You said, as Sirius nuzzled into your chest, pecking your tits before you put your phone away.. and the cycle continues.

Fuck it it's fine.

Manchild, why you always come a-running to me?

Fuck my life

Won't you let an innocent woman be?

James Fleamont Potter is one of the most obnoxious, annoying fuck to ever walk this castle.

He was the biggest manchild you ever met. He whines if he doesn't get what he needs, he cums within 30 seconds in his hookups, needs reassurance and praise for everything like a fucking baby.

Unfortunately for you, James Potter has a fat fucking crush for you. He follows you around like gum stuck in your hair, pulling at your hair and begging for an ounce of little attention.

He constantly leaves your items in a state of mess.. chewing in your ear, losing your stuff and saying it just meant to be lost.

Though during dinner in the Great Hall, there were no signs of him. Thankfully. You could eat in peace without him coming on top of you every time..

You had your dinner rather quickly, not wanting to waste another second for the chance of the possibility that the annoying manchild will return at any time.

Though that was an awful guess... James was currently in your room. He was overjoyed when he finally found a spell in your dorm!!

He was sitting on your bed, your laundry basket ravaged, his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankle as he desperately jerks your pink lacy panties on his hard length, another pretty pastel undies in his face. Licking and smelling at your discharge, stuffing his mouth full of you.

You wish you didn't open the door. He was pathetic. Humping against your pillow like a puppy in heat. It's disgusting.

"James!"

"Hmp!"

"What the fuck?!"

"hmp.." He pouted, still sucking on your panty like a pacifier, drooling. You ripped your panties out of his mouth. His spit was all over your pretty pastel!!

You were fucking disgusted. Enraged.. he is such a pervert!!! You smacked him across the face. Before he starts pathetically crying..

"'M sorry.. m sorry baby :( I didn't mean too.. I.. I .. I was just— it hurts so bad!! Baby please.."

I like my men all incompetent..

He begged. Already on his knees. Hugging your legs, his tears dripping onto your socks.

He pathetically kissed your thighs, as you stood there huffing, arms crossed..

"ill do anything! Anything baby please.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. please.. please I'm so horny.. I just.. I just want you to touch me please!... Please baby.."

He whines.. you rolled your eyes. He could never do anything right without you. Can he?

You sucked his dick. Slowly, every time he was getting louder and tighter you'll stop.. stroking his cock softly as you watched the tears rolling down his eyes again.. desperate for release.

He has the cutest stutter when he begs like this. He just couldn't shut up when he's getting pleasured. Always has to be vocal about something...

"p-please.. please? I wanna cum please.. I wanna cum now.. baby can I cum? :(.."

He whines again, looking down at you.. still painful stroking his cock..

"Be a good boy can you?"

He just whimpers. God..you were enraged. No one has ever said no to his face before and he was obvious. Half his brain just ain't there.

You pushed him down onto the bed and got on top of him. Sitting on his abs... As he obediently laid on the mattress .. like a fucking pillow princess..

You moved your undies to the side, as he whimpered.. god.

Why so sexy if so dumb?

You rubbed yourself against the slit of his head.. moaning as felt the vein of his cock throb.. you were gonna fuck yourself on his cock while he suffers.

You circled your clit, the wetness of your cunt runs into his dick, as soon as his dimwitted brain realized what you were doing he was back to whining, whimpering and crying again..

"Hmp.. shut the fuck up..!" He whimpered instantly.. as you reached your climax. Cumming on his cock as he mewled helplessly..

You kissed his wet eyes as the tears flowed down on your pillowcase..

Slipping off your panties.. you shoved them into his mouth.. no more of his pathetic begging.

You rubbed the head of his cock against your slit.. the both of you moaned in response..

Sinking down on him was a little dizzy.. he was James Potter. Big ego and big dick..

"Fuck.. such a good cock on such a useless boy.."

You rode out.. his dick touched your button.. god it was so hot that you forgot to get annoyed at his whining.. too focused on his dick.

You could feel every little detail of him inside you.. the head of his cock.. the girth..

The squelching sounds were nothing less than filthy. Bouncing on his dick was so fun.. you could be here for hours.

Tears prickled his eyes happily when he felt your pussy milking his cock dry.. if he could die here he would die a fullfilled man.

If I'm not there it can't be done..

Once a manchild though. Always a manchild. He came in your pussy without warning.. and you gasped.. fill the thick warmth soaking in your cunt..

You twisted his red nipples in response.. but nonetheless still riding him out... This was for your pleasure. Not his..

He writhed, crying out against the fabric.. as the knot in your tummy slowly unraveled. Squeezing his dick like it was the only thing that's holding you together.. and you came hard on his cock. Falling onto his chest..

Well.. maybe cockwarming him for a while when you sleep was the best. For you of course. Not him. Who cares about him? ...

Never heard of self-care,

Half your brain just ain't there.

Man child..

I get wet at the thought of you. Being a responsible guy.

Every little thing Remus does, carrying your books and his hand flexed, clenching his jaw while he was thinking, rubbing his thumb against your lips .. was just so hot.

It's no secret that you knew you were ovulating. It's torture for you. Every time you see your own boyfriend being so sexy you just want to pounce on him. But you can't just fuck all the time.. he's a very responsible guy! And it's so fucking frustrating for you !!!

You were rubbing your thighs together. Desperate for some sort of relief.. staring at his large hands writing away at the parchment paper. The silence of the library rings in your ear. You were so desperate not to just let out a moan. More or less a whimper.

And he doesn't even notice.

His eyes were trained on his words, and you were so wet. Tears were literally streaming down your thighs.

A huffy and frustrated you, slumped against the library table, trying to think of anything but the ache in your thighs.

"What d'you want this time?"

Oh god. A throb went up your pussy. His voice was soft but still firm,his gaze was still focused on his paper, unfazed by your bratty attitude.

"Nothing.. m'tummy just hurts.." You whined slightly. Looking at him through your locks of hair. Why isn't he noticing at how horny you are?!?!

You felt his warm hand slipping to touch your aching tummy.. you let out a little tiny moan in satisfaction. Clenching about nothing. God you were so horny for anything right now.

His hands rubbed against your stomach in small circles while he hummed, you whimpered. You gathered up your courage to speak, or else you felt you were literally gonna cum right there and then if eh didn't stop his unknowing teasing.

"'m.. gonna go back to the dorm.. t'rest.." you pouted, he hummed, it might literally vibrate through your pussy. You were shifting in your seats because of how soaked your panties were..

Back in the dorm was not easy either. Now alone, your skirt slipped away into a corner of the dorm and your cotton panties still damped from your leaking pussy..was up in the air as your face was down on your mattress. The wind blows coldly into your aching pussy..

At first it was small tiny rubs against the cloth, mewling with each small touch. Twas' too much for you. Too sensitive to touch. Too horny to stop.

Then your dorm room door cracked open, you tumbled down onto the bed as fast as you could. Legs spread onto the mattress like a fawn falling.

"Hi baby.." His voice cooed. As he placed away his things to finally.. finally take care of you.

"What were you doing hm?" Remus asked. His voice was deep, as his fingers caressed your chin.

"Nothin'." You spoke, eyes wandering down as you mindlessly scratching at your thighs.. he placed a kiss onto your lips. It was filthy. You could sense it.

His hand trailed down from your chin a whole line down to your clit. Touching the damp cotton fabric hiding your pussy.

"So wet aren't you? All f'me?"

You nodded. Your legs spread even more as he lets out a satisfied hum. Pushing your soaked undies to the side to reveal what he needed.

He was playing with your pussy. His fingers insert in for a second before pulling out entirely to rub against your clit.. scissoring you open for him.

You mewled helplessly as your head rested on his shoulder, tears came out your eyes from unspeakable pleasure..

"Come on baby lay down f'me Kay? I wanna taste you." He said it with such normalcy it didn't feel filthy at all. That or you're too fucking horn out to care.

Laying onto your soft pillow, you spreaded your legs for him, as he pecked into your inner thighs.. then peppering kissing your pussy. Giving all the love it needs.

If Remus could spend his whole day eating your cunt without any duties to do he would wholeheartedly accept it.

He sucks your pussy with such persistence that it's basically singing the Beethoven symphony for him.

"Remmy..." You whined, as your moaning drowns out the filthy sound of him lapping your soaking pussy dry like he was a dog drinking water.

"hm.." He hummed against your pussy, the knot in your tummy tightened even more, you were about to rip him bald by how tight you were gripping his hair..

You let out a particular pornographic moan as he inserted another digit into your wet cunt, he cursed into your pussy.. that set off everything in your system.

You cummed on his face. But he just kept lapping. This fucking man never can get enough can't he? Fucking greedy.

He was as if a bee sucking the pollen out of flower till it dies. And it feels like you were gonna die from overstimulation. He was literally eating your pussy.

Nipping at your clit and moaning against your cunt like he was getting as much pleasure as you were. His fingers kept curling in your pussy..

By this rate you were gonna combust everywhere, you were about whining out in pleasure and drooling onto your soft pretty hair and your silky pillowcase :(.. (fuck you Remus)

Something settled in you, as his finger curled again, the fire alarm in your cunt about set off. You squirted over his pretty face. As he greedily (yes again) lapped up at your fucking cunt like this was apple juice.

Your whole thighs were about as soaked as the glistening release dripping on his chin as he tried to lick all of it from his bright red lips.. he crawled up on top of you, wiping your drool away from your mouth as kissed you. His tongue playing with yours, as you tasted yourself on him.

"Talk to me next time baby.. I'll help you anytime you want hm?.." He spoke, licking and nipping your neck..

Treating me like you're supposed to do. Tears run down my thighs.