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Once a Coward

I apologize for this, I never thought I would ever write about the coward himself, but I had a lot of fun writing this and am actually proud of it. It is dedicated to @twitchydownfall So please give it a read! word count - 3.6k Please remember MDNI - this is SMUT - only read is 18+

This is the OC in the story - Cassie Blanc

Her desk had papers scattered all over, files stacked high, her glasses making indents in her skin as she rested her head on her forearms watching her co-workers rush around in a panicked stat. They had received word that some higher ups were coming past today, and they all wanted to make an impression. Working in the records department for the Ministry was a challenge but Cassie liked a challenge, having to suck up to officials was the bane of her existence. Cassie didn’t care for them, she cared that it was too damn hot in this stuffy office and regardless of the windows being opened it did not relieve her one bit. The buttons on her shirt undone a little lower than any of the other modest women in her department, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and her shoes discarded under her desk. A heavy sigh, lifting her arms above her head, pulling herself into a satisfying stretch. Looking down at her desk, at the papers she continued on with her work, the quicker it was done, the quicker she could sink herself into a pint. It was nearing the days end, and her co-workers had started to ease their concerns of the higher ups visit. The click of the door and the loud booming voice startled everyone. “Good Afternoon, all of you!” The older man’s voice was gravelly, like he had been smoking cigar’s his entire life. Five different men made their way into the uncomfortable office, Cassie’s boss was the first to greet the older gentleman, shaking his hand vigorously. All the staff, including her gave a short bow to the official figure. As she raised from the bent position, her eyes were drawn to one of the men that stood there, awkwardly. She snickered to herself, he had grown taller, a bit bigger than when she saw him last, his face not as round but it was undoubtedly him. “Ms. Blanc, here please…” Cassie’s boss called for her, his hand gesturing her to come forth. She rolled her eyes at this display; just fucking get it over with so she can drink. She walked towards the men; a sickly-sweet smile spread across her face. “Sir, I would like to introduce you to one of my best workers. Cassie Blanc.” Her bosses’ hand was on the small of her back. She took a step forward, hand reached out towards the older gentleman, who reluctantly took it. A soft shake, a courtesy smile. She took a step to the side, allowing the men to continue their conversation, her presence now in front of the man she recognised. She watched his eyes drag over her appearance, her pinned up black hair half fallen out and slightly curled due to sweat and the heat, the way her shirt was slightly undone, her skirt that was tied to the side, showing a little too much knee. She watched his gaze settle on her feet, shoeless, only wearing her stockings. She wiggled her toes, a bright red blush crept underneath his round glasses. “Hello, Duncan. It’s been a while.” Cassie battered her eyelashes at him. “Hello, Ca-ssie. Yes… it has been.” His voice cracking slightly, the other men that accompanied him trying to contain their laughter. She shot them a glance, gods she disliked those type of men. They stood there in silence while the men spoke to each other about meaningless business, her boss laughing at unfunny jokes, and inviting each other out for a drink which she knew would never come to fruition. She spotted Duncan’s gaze settle back on her, the blush slightly returning to his cheeks. She wondered if he was remembering their little game of truth or dare in seventh year.

~~ A large group of them had sunk themselves into a couple of bottles of fire whiskey during a Quidditch match party and decided it would be a smart idea to play a few rounds of a childish game, ‘truth or dare’. Most of them just wanted an excuse to sneak off and snog one another. She was drunk enough to think it was a good idea, a couple of rounds had passed, and they had found out a lot about everyone involved. Sebastian and ‘the new fifth year’ had slept together in some precarious places, Poppy had an older boyfriend who had graduated a year prior, Garreth and Imelda had snogged each other a couple of times, and Duncan had never kissed anyone. Everyone made jokes towards the Ravenclaw, Ominis laid into him in particular. Cassie felt a little sorry for him, call it pity in a way. It was Leander’s turn, he picked Cassie as his target. “Alright, Blanc… Truth or Dare.” Leander asked. “Dare.” She was always an overly confident Slytherin. “I dare you…” Leander looked around at the group, a smug smirk spread across his lips. “to take Puffskein Dunkein into a broom closet and make out with him.” Leander’s eyebrow raised at the request. Cassie copied the smug look, pulling herself up from the ground, walking over to Duncan and outstretching her hand. “What you say, Duncan?” He just looked up at her, in disbelief and embarrassment, not a word spoken from the boy. He took her hand and Cassie dragged him into the hall and to the nearest empty broom closet. It was dark and a little cramped, she pulled her wand from her pocket and casted lumos before setting her wand on a shelf. Duncan was avoiding eye contact, no matter where her head moved, his moved the opposite direction. A soft sigh, her back against the shelves that lined the closet. They could just stay here for a few minutes then leave and say the deed was done, none of them would be wiser and Duncan could graduate being less of a joke amongst her friends. A few silent minutes had passed, he had just stood there fidgeting with his hands. Cassie’s impatience was beginning to grow, maybe she could have some fun with the coward.

“You know Duncan, it’s alright if you are nervous. I was too for my first kiss.” Her voice was deliberately meek.

“I’m not… nervous.”

“Oh, you’re not. My mistake.” She chuckled to herself, his eyes catching her smirk. She was finally able to see part of his face, his cheeks looked like they would burn if you touched them. She so badly wanted to find out. He still fiddled with his fingers, low in front of him, almost on purpose. A small snicker brushed passed Cassie’s lips, she leaned a little lower against the shelf, resting her elbows behind her. She lifted her foot and dragged it up the inner part of his leg, frightening Duncan, he stumbled back into the shelves behind him. Still within proximity of her foot, she continued to graze over the fabric of his pants. His hands clasping shut in front of him, his voice stammering for words.

“What’s wrong, Duncan… not enjoying yourself?” Cassie tilted her head to the side in question, waiting for a response.

Nothing came from the flustered boy. She continued to drag her foot higher up his thigh, softly jostling the fabric against his skin. A squeaky, cracked moan filled the space between them, Duncan’s eyes snapped to hers in embarrassment. She smiled and continued her journey upwards. She gently kicked his hands out of the way before resting the sole of her shoe against the tightness in his trousers.

“All flustered over the idea of a kiss, are we?” She mused.

His hands pushing her foot away, turning his head to the side. “No need to tease me about it. It’s not like you would actually kiss me anyways.” Duncan sounded sad.

That sounded like a challenge, and Cassie loved a challenge. She took a step towards him, her hands reached for those burning cheeks, pulling his focus back to her. Her eyes widened at the state of him, half teary eyes. Something in her awoke that day, something sadistic, it made her heart sing. She pulled Duncan in by the cheeks, her lips crashing into his roughly, quickly. Their glasses clinking together for a moment before she adjusted.

All she could taste was fire whiskey and mint, he must have brushed his teeth before coming to the party. Smart boy. Her hands ran up into his hair, pulling him into her and pulling them back against the shelves. She ran her hands down to his, places them on her waist. Knowing he wouldn’t do it on his own. The kiss was a little clunky, awkward, but fine for his first. He could only get better from her, she thought.

She ran her tongue against the seam of his lips, they slightly parted to allow entry. Her tongue tangled with his, he was like a fish out of water. She could feel his hands shake slightly against her, also feel his excitement pressed into her lower abdomen. She rolled her body into his, catching his whimpers in her mouth. His kiss becoming a bit more frantic, tasting a bit salty now, she moved against him again, his hands gripped at her skirt, her waist, his fingers dug into her. She gave in for a moment, a moan being pulled from within. Duncan shuttered at the noise, a harsh grown echoing in the small space. They both paused for a moment, his head rested on her shoulder, his breathing was ridged. He pushed himself back, reality dawning on both of them. Cassie’s smirk was insufferable, Duncan’s face was a million different shades of red, his cheeks tear stained. She cocked her head to one side “Did you just…?” eyebrow raised. His gaze adverted hers. He sniffled to himself. She pushed herself off the shelf, taking a step towards him, her hand settling against his crotch. “Shame, I would have loved to have seen how much you cried with my hand wrapped around your cock. Maybe next time.” She gave a firm squeeze, a wink, before she grabbed her wand and left him alone. ~~

Cassie smiled at him, his gaze once again adverting her. A few more moments and pleasantries between the men passed, before they announced their departure. Duncan followed behind them, still sheepish in demeanor, before leaving the office he glanced back at her. She gave him a familiar wink, his eyes widened, hitting the door frame before rushing out of the office entirely. --- Finally, the day had ended, able to leave that stuffy office and sink herself into a few pints before heading home. Her co-workers had joined her, some in celebration of a successful visit, some just in dire need of comfort. They engaged in meaningless conversation and drank their selves stupid. It was roughly six pints in that Cassie realised she had forgotten some take home work that she was meant to complete over the weekend, for fuck sake. She was too eager to escape, thankfully the Ministry was on her way home, an easy run in and out. After another round of drinks, she decided it was time to make the trek back to the office before heading home to be swallowed by her bed. She said her goodbyes and stepped out into the still warm night; the streets were littered with patrons on various journeys of their own. Some being pulled into alleyways for secret affairs, some fighting with others over stupid issues, and some just enjoying the night. The Ministry halls were quiet, dimly light at this hour. She wondered lazily through the passageways, normally having to push past loiterers, officials or just your general annoyance. Her office was on the sixth floor, down a corridor that ended with her boss’s office. She rounded the corner, her eyes drawn to the door at the end of the corridor with a window of half glazed glass. The light was still on, two figures could be seen every now again moving back and forth. The closer she got, the noises a bit more prominent. Her eyes rolled a little to hard, she wondered which new girl would be joining them at the beginning of the following week. “Anything for a promotion, I guess.” Cassie muttered to herself, as she pushed the door to the office open. Leaving it ajar for the bit of light her boss’s office gave, she moved towards her desk. Leaning over she flipped through the files on her desk, she picked out the ones labelled ‘urgent’. She doubted they were actually urgent, more likely last minute and her boss was clearly to preoccupied to do them himself. “Umm… excuse me?” A familiar voice appeared behind her. Cassie turned her head towards the door, meeting Duncan’s eyes. “Can I help you, Duncan?” “I was meant to give these to your boss, but he’s umm…” He raised his hand, holding some files. He paused at the thought of what was happening behind that closed door. “In a meeting.” She chuckled, shifting herself to face him, he nodded. “I can take those for you, I’ll make sure he gets them.” Cassie held out her hand, Duncan slowly walked over to her. “Thank you, it’s very important that he gets these.” His voice was soft, handing over the files. Cassie nodded, taking them, and placing them on her desk. She brought her attention back to Duncan, who was just standing there, in all his awkwardness. “Is there something else, Duncan?”

“It was… umm…” He paused for another moment “really good to see you again.” A small smile graced his face. She leant her head down, grabbing his attention. “Really good to see you as well.” The alcohol had really settled in “It brought back such a fond memory from seventh year.” Her lips pulled into a faint smirk. Duncan’s eyes snapped to her “Oh, is that so…” She could see the faintest tinge of red to his cheeks. “Yeah, it is. You know I was thinking…” She observed his expression “I do believe this could be ‘next time’” A playful wink directed at him. He stuttered at her remark, unable to give a coherent answer. Cassie reached her hands out, looping her fingers between his belt and trousers, giving a small tug towards her. His feet stumbled forwards, knocking into her, and pushing her backside into her desk, his hands caching himself on her desk. “Only if you want too though.” She purred into his ear, watching a shiver run through him and his head nod slightly. Her lips skimmed his cheek, she could feel the warmth against her skin. His head moved instinctively; their lips brushed together. Her tongue wet hers slightly, pressing themselves together feverishly. He still tasted of mint, but a little sweeter this time. Their glasses scraped against each other’s, before adjusting. The kiss wasn’t awkward, her mind flashed at the thought of him kissing other women. A slight pang of jealously crept in, her fingers pulling at the belt tighter. A shaky gasp caught on her tongue, the hands that had been beside her started grabbing at her hips, forcing her up onto her desk. Her skirt was being gathered between them; Duncan pulled her thighs into him. His arousal pressing into her core, her hips rolled against him. Both moaning at the friction, her fingers slid to the buckle, quickly undoing his belt. Her fingers fiddling with his trouser buttons. She slightly broke apart from the kiss “I see you’re not a coward anymore.” Whispering into his ear, she felt him slightly twitch against her. Both pausing at the sudden movement. Fuck she loved the panicked look that grew on his face, finally it was ‘next time’. Not wanting this to pass, she slipped her hand into her pocket, grasping her wand and accio’d the chair that was placed under the desk behind him. Giving him a slight push on the chest, Duncan fell back into the chair. Breathy and panting lightly, she dragged her eyes over him. His face flushed, eyes darting between her face and her legs, which were still parted from him, and his undone trousers that still looked too tight. “Take your trousers off.” She ordered. He shuffled in the chair, pushing his trousers down around his ankles. “Good boy.” A pleased hum directed towards him. Cassie slipped her shoes off, hitting the ground. She rested both her feet on his thighs, rubbing them in place against his skin. The whimpers that left him, made her stomach tighten. Her foot ran higher, settling on his erection, she leaned back on her desk, papers under her palms.

Her eyes narrowed on him “Coward.” His hips slightly bucked into her foot, whimpering again at the touch. Cassie sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down. “Again, coward.” His hips rolled again, harder this time. His whimpers turning into needy moans. She jerked her foot over his length, watching it twitch and leak against her foot, seeping into her skin-coloured stockings. Her toes brushed against his tip, his eyes flickered shut, lips pressed tightly together. Her foot pressed firmly into him “Eyes open, Duncan… don’t want to miss anything.” Almost commanding, she watched as his eyes slowly opened. Cassie slid her hand between her thighs, pressing her index and ring finger into the soft cotton of her undergarments. She gently rubbed against her core, the material quickly becoming damp at her touch. Slow, deliberate mewls escaped her. She could feel Duncan rutting himself against her foot, his hands began caressing her calves. Fuck it felt good, she almost let herself cave at his touch. She could hear his desperate attempts to relieve himself. Snatching her leg back, and resting it against the armrest of the chair, her fingers working slightly faster. Oh gods, it really did feel good to be watched. She quickly disposed of her undergarments, digging her nails into her stocking, making an opening for her fingers. Duncan’s hand grasped himself, working himself over. Cassie would allow it for now, she needed him close for her plan to work. His noises filled her ears, she was always fond of men that were noisy in this regard. Her fingers sunk in-between her folds; she hadn’t realised how wet she was. Making herself whine desperately, fingers pushing in further. “Ahh… fuck~ “ Her voice was strained, she chased the building feeling that was coming from deep within. Duncan’s hand was working faster, fucking merlin she needed to finish before him. His staggered moans, half needy whimpers hit her like a Graphorn. Her legs shook, a loud, unrestrained moan was pulled from her. Her slick coating her fingers, her palm. Sliding her fingers out slowly, eye contact not breaking from Duncan’s. She slid her bum off the desk, her legs resting on each side of Duncan’s thighs. Clicking her tongue at him, she seated herself in his lap, pulling his hand from himself. A whine in protest, her slick, wet hand wrapped around his cock, deliberately pulling at him, coating him in her own arousal. “One rule, cowards aren’t allowed to cum until I say… unless you want me to punish you.” She watched as Duncan swallowed the saliva in his mouth, his throat bobbing at her demand. Her hand worked over his shaft, occasionally brushing her thumb across his leaking tip. His noises were full of shame, pitiful begs, and soft sobs as tears welled in his eyes. This is what she wanted to see, Duncan a complete and utter mess. Her hand pumped a little faster, his hips jerking upwards following the motion. “Does that feel good, Duncan?” Her breath tickling his ear. “Mhmm…” A sob filled muffle; Cassie shook her head in disapproval. “Words, coward!” His slightly puffy eyes back on her, his cheeks wet, stained with his tears. A cluster of short sniffles, clearing his throat “Y-es… really… ahh- good.” Her hand gripped tighter, Duncan let out a loud gasp.

Her motion was tender, drawing his cries out further. His head falls back, Cassie’s tongue is against the bare skin of his neck, tracing along his jaw. She dragged it up his cheek, a salty taste on her tongue. “You are being such a good little coward for me, Duncan.” She purred into his ear, his length twitching against her thrusts. His head still pressed back into the chair, unable to muster a response. Duncan’s desperate cries of needing relief, her hand relentlessly teasing him. She slipped her free hand in-between his thighs, her fingers lightly grazing against his balls. He looked terrifically pitiful, her smile devilish. Cassie worked her hand rougher, faster. The other hand squeezing tightly on him. She observed his chest struggling to breath, his needy pathetic cries meld with his moans, his hips grind into her palm. “Cum, coward.” Her voice almost satisfied at the sight. Choked wails rushed from Duncan, his body convulsing under the pressure that had been pushed down. “Ahh-shi--t” Shuddering as her hand continued to stroke him, his cum sprinkled on his white cotton shirt, her fingers coated in the warm liquid as it dribbled down. He was a panting, shaky, sniveling mess. Cassie was delighted at the sight, a dream truly come true. Her clean hand slid into Duncan’s hair, pulling his eyes to her roughly. She pushed her coated fingers into her mouth, tongue lapping up the mess Duncan had made of them. Pulling them free, she pressed her lips up against his. Forcing his mouth open, she raised herself slightly, allowing gravity to distribute the contents into his mouth. Breaking briefly, she commanded “Swallow!” which Duncan was reluctantly to accept, but his throat bobbed as his own mess slid down his throat. Cassie pushed herself off the man, feet finding balance on the floor once more. She collected herself, undergarments and shoes, the files for home before running a finger under his chin, lifting his head up slightly. A knowing wink “Until next time, Duncan.”

#hogwarts legacy #duncan hobhouse x F!OC #duncan hobhouse smut #i am sorry #im not really #i had way too much fun with this

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