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mrsrdlw · 2 months

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My valentine

Summary: You and your best friend found a way to get away from all the valentine’s day by doing your own program. But, being alone for a long time only meant you two were horny and needy for affection.

wc: 3.3k (i got a little excited writing it, sorry)

warnings: friends to lovers; smut!!! +18 please (you’re responsible for yourself babe, but i warned you); fluff; masturbation (m!reciving); inexperienced!femreader. Tell if something is missing.

authors note: I know i’m a little late with valentines thing but i couldn’t help myself. I really liked the result and i hope you do too. It’s a new thing writing smutty things but i hope it’s not terrible. <3

*update*- i just posted a part two!

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It was valentine’s day and you felt like you were the loneliest person in the world. Everyone was with their partners when you were all by yourself. Of course you were being dramatic but you were tired of having to pretend that it was okay to be single because you don’t needed a boy to make you happy. But you wanted to.

The same thing happened to your best friend. Eddie was all by himself. He was never the guy the girls would die for. They were too scared to see how pretty he was. But he also had been feeling kind of alone. He would walk in the market and see all the decorations he hated so much. Not only in school, everywhere, people would be all over each other. He always hated valentine’s day but he never knew that was because of his jealousy and would always blame in the capitalism and its ways to persuade people.

As you both would be alone, to distract you from thinking about couples making out, you created your own thing. You would go at each other’s house to watch movies together, eat junk food and talk about stuff. For two years you’ve been doing this and this year was your time being a host. At this time, you got lucky your parents weren’t home for the week. In the first year, you brought Eddie home and your mom kept asking non stop questions about him and how did you finally realized you were made for each other.

“You’re late.” You opened the door for him, taking the boxes off his hands.

“I’m sorry my lady, is my butler work not good enough for you?” He said in a english accent mocking you. “There was a lot of people ordering pizzas too. They copied our idea.”

“Fine. I just took the cookies out of the oven.” You pointed to the baking sheet “What movies did you pick?”

“Well, let’s see.There is the movie you asked for with the cats”

“Did you take the right one? Or just some movie about a cat?”

“Is the Disney one, right? The Aristocats? I got this one, nightmare on elm street and fast times at ridgemont high.” Eddie only took this last one because Steve said ’there’s some very interesting scenes about a girl, if you know what i mean’. Of course Eddie knew the girl’s titties would show up, he’d never watched it because he thought it would be a shitty movie. “If i want to see boobs i’ll just watch porn or i’ll buy a magazine” he would say. But he really thought about it and that would be the only way to make you watch something like that with him.

Once he asked if girls watched porn and you just ignored the question. He wanted to see your reaction and he knew you would never watch something like that, let alone with a guy. It would be the closest thing to porn you’d watch.

Also it was a secret to no one that he had a little massive crush on you. Maybe it was a secret only for you. Eddie don’t even know when did it started. One day you were just a girl who he was friends with but suddenly you were much more then that. You were hot, interesting, cute, smart and he couldn’t help but be enamored with you. But he never did anything to change that, to afraid of making you run away from him. To him, in that situation, your relationship as friends was more important. He wouldn’t stand to lose you. So he buried his feelings deep down and pretended it that never happened.

“Eddie it’s not Halloween. We’re not watching that, you know i can’t sleep afterwards.”

“Alright, no horror movies” He discarded the movie

“So is gonna be aristocats and this other movie. Is this even good? I never saw it.” Of course you saw it. Since Dustin told you guys his girlfriend was a hotter version of Phoebe Cates you had to. You scolded him after.

“It was on the recommendation board so we’ll have to trust in that”

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Eddie had never seen the Disney movie before. It was for kids but you always loved it since you were a little kid. And if you loved, he’d watch it for you (he would not admit but he loved it too). There you were in the second movie. You had seen it two years ago so you were focused on the movie. But with that, you forgot about the boobs

“Oh…” Your cheeks got red. Seeing that by yourself was ok. But right by Eddie’s side, you got embarrassed and tried not to look at the tv in front of you. In the meantime, he was looking at you to see your reaction.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that would happen” He said trying to sound like he was surprised

“Don’t worry, i see this every day.”

Eddie didn’t payed attention in the movie anymore. Were you talking about porn?

When the movie ended you went to bed and Eddie came with you. Being friends for a long time made you so accustomed to be around each other that now you would insist that he would sleep with you in your bed and not on the couch.

He would not sleep if he kept the question to himself. He had to ask.

“Good night Eds. Thanks for today. It was really nice!”

“Sure sweetheart, i had a good time too!”

And the place got quiet. It was now or never.

“Hey… can i ask you something?”

You just hummed

“Well… Earlier, when we were watching the movie you said that you would see it everyday when we saw the girl’s titties. With that do you… you know, d’ya mean you see boobs everyday in like, porn?”

“What? Why would you say that?” You said looking at his face even though the room was dark

“I don’t know why it just came in my head like, come on!”

“Eddie… i’m a girl. I see them everyday because i have them. Just like every woman. Go sleep, will ya.”

Eddie don’t know if that make it better or worse. Not that he didn’t know you had boobs. Of course you had. But now, you had boobs, you’d watch them and everything came to Eddie as a movie. Or as a dream in witch it really did. Right by your side, in your bed, in your house. Eddie had a wet dream about you. I wasn’t the first time. But it was in you house, close to you. Till then, he was sleeping and his mind was working on making him hard by the images of you touching your boobs while you were fucked by him.

You had woken up first, not realizing his morning wood, you went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to take a glass of water and came back. But now he’d moved and, in his sweatpants, his “situation” was pretty obvious.

That scared the shit out of you. What would you do? Should you go back to sleep? Or try to pretend you never saw it. You weren’t a boy, but that seemed to be very uncomfortable. Suddenly you got hot. Seeing his dick poking out in his pants, his bare torso shown by his shirt that was lifted up. His wild hair that framed his face. Of course you knew you had feelings for Eddie, but you never did anything to let him know. It was a secret only for you and you only. You couldn’t do anything about your best friend. Even if he had a boner and got you all worked up.

He started to move around and to wake up when he saw you sitting on the bed and looking at the ceiling. Before saying anything he felt it. “Holy fuck!” that’s what he thought. He started to panic. Did you saw it. Would he be fast enough to run to the bathroom and try to work on it. “No, you shithead, you can’t jerk in her bathroom”

You realize his movements and looked at him. You knew that he knew you knew. Now the blanket were covering him.

“Mornin” He said casually and you nodded you head, trying not to lend your eyes on his cock to see if you could still see his bulge. “You saw it, right?”

“Saw what? I-I just woke up!” You said a little to fast “I mean, i barely opened my eyes and- yeah, i saw it.” you stopped when you saw his expressions getting amused. If you already saw it, there wasn’t a reason to be concerned anymore.

“Don’t worry, that happens sometimes” he said as if he didn’t have any dreams. It was just normal

“What? Out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, sort of…” He said remembering you in his dream and resisting the urge to touch his cock

“Can’t you like, turn it off or something”

He laughed at you face. You were getting more and more uncomfortable and in the same time, a bit horny. “It’s not like the tv we watched last night. You can’t turn it off.”

“But…” You saw his face. He was looking at you “I don’t get it”

“Well, i don’t know how to explain it” He tried to sound confident about it “It’s like when your nipples get hard when you women get cold. It not a thing you control” That part was true. He couldn’t control his dick or his mind so he wouldn’t find you attractive.

“But it seems to be painful” You said looking at him getting up.

“It is a little. I’ll go to the bathroom to try to ‘turn it off’” He said giggling

“Wait Eddie!” He turned to you and now you could see how big he was. Even with his pants, it was visible. “You don’t have to do it by yourself. Can i do something? Like, can i help you?”

Eddie froze in place. He would go take a cold shower and have thoughts about random things that wasn’t you. He was not going to masturbate in there. Was he still dreaming?

“Sorry! Oh i’m so so sorry. I don’t know what i was thinking about” You regret when you saw how his face got to serious.

“No no no. Don’t be sorry. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” He sat again looking at you cover your face “I mean, we’re friends. Last time i checked, friends don’t usually give a handy to other friends.”

“I’m so fucking stupid and embarrassingly alone that i let this stupid date get in my mind. I don’t know…”

“Were you willing to do it? For real?” He was really curious to know if you would jerk him off. That had to mean something, right?

“I’m sorry, it’s fucking crazy!” Hugging your knees, you looked at him and forced your arms to open

“Come on, don’t be so harsh. Were you?”

You nodded to scared of his reactions to your horny attitudes

“I thought you were virgin and said you were inexperienced in everything”

“It can’t be that hard” You whispered and looked at his eyes. Those pleading eyes that were begging to go back in time but were just reassuring Eddie that the shower would not ‘turn it off’ anymore.

“What if i said i wanted you to do it, huh? Would that be to weird?”

Now it was your turn to be shocked. Now he was asking you to do it. Was it to weird? Maybe a little, but only because you never did it before and because it was your best friend.

“I don’t know Eddie… I think you just as crazy as me” He laughed at that

“I might be a little. But it’s a good thing” You were feeling more comfortable now. It was your Eddie again and not some guy you had a crush on. “I know what you’re thinking. But, don’t you think i never wondered how would it be to kiss you? You are the most amazing friend i could have and with that comes this feeling too. But i don’t want to lose you. You’re to important for me”

“You too. Honestly i’d be lost without you. But i also wonder how would it be, you know…”

You kept looking at him and he did the same. You were making sure that it was the right thing to do. The he closed the gap between you two. Bodies bonding and connecting to each other. Your lips were so soft. Eddie was sure he was in his dream now. His hands that before was holding your face, now went to your back, caressing your waist. And your hands ran from his shoulders to his hair, tugging some locks of it and making him groan.

Things heated up and he pulled you to his lap. His bulge was now touching your crotch. With his hands on your waist, he took advantage of that and encouraged you to move back and forth making you feel so good. The friction was perfect. His lips were perfect. The way he was kissing you like he waited his whole life for it. Separating to breathe, you leaned on him, your foreheads touching, but your movements continued slightly.

“For a very inexperienced girl, you’re a hell of a kisser. Damn, are you sure you’re telling the truth?” He said panting with his eyes closed and his lips curled to a smile. You smiled back

“Yeah, i assure you. Don’t make me feel like i’m too good though. I’m gonna get too cocky.”

“Tell that to him” He pressed you down on him and, once again, you felt his hard dick. ‘How can it be so hard?’ you thought

“Can i take of your pants?” you asked a little scared

“Sure thing, sweetheart” He was smiley. He helped you to take it off and wow. You were a little shocked. It was big. You thought about it for a second and you honestly thought he was not average.

“Can i say something too?” He nodded while he pulled you back to him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now but i just wanted to tell you so you don’t have any expectations. I don’t even know if you have any-” You were talking super fast, Eddie had to shut you up with a kiss. “Sorry. I was saying that, i think i still need some time, you know, if you want to have actual sex.”

“It’s alright. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to here”

“But i really wanted to do this. To help you here.” You said running your hand from his chest to his lower belly and his cock twitched. You wasn’t expecting that to happen “Is this normal” He nodded and giggled

“Are you sure you want to do it? You know, i’m not proud to say it, but have jerked off before. Plenty of times actually. If you’re not comfortable doing it, it’s not a problem for me to do it by myself.” It was melting your heart in the way he was talking to you. Caring about you.

“Yes i am! I’m just… insecure about it. I don’t know how to-.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how, alright?” It was you time to nod you head. “A’right then. First thing, we need it to be wet, so you’ll have to spit on you hand.”

You hesitated but gathered a good amount of saliva on your mouth and spited on your hand.

“That’s right. Very good. Now you can wrap your hand around it” You just didn’t know where to. Was he talking about the tip or the base. You went for the tip.

Groaning low, he cleared his throat “Good girl. Now you can just make some circles around the tip and then go down.” You did what you were told to and that seemed to work. Your foreheads, that were glued to this time, separated a little before he came back. Both of you looking at your hand moving around his red tip leaking pre cum.

“Is that normal?”

“It means it’s fucking good” Even his voice changed. It was getting rougher and lower.

“Can you guide me a little. I’m scared i’ll squeeze you too hard” you said and his hand wrapped around yours.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s better when is tight. I’ll let you know if it’s to much” He let you do it by yourself when you got the right rhythm and grip.

Your hand were moving tightly up and down. You didn’t know if it was there before, you didn’t notice because you were to focus, but his hands were squeezing your tights hard. You could feel your panties getting soaked. How come you were excited by jerking him off.

More of the liquid you saw before came out and you ran your thumb over it. He let out a moan that rambled inside you body.

“Can you, please, go a little faster than that” And that’s what you did. The moan you heard was the first of many others that came along. You had gathered, again, more saliva and thought that it would be nice to be even wetter than it was. So you separated a little from him, looking at his confused eyes trying to read you. You separated enough to bend down and to spit on it again, looking at his eyes roll back, throwing his head back. You came back to your position, proud that you did something good without him telling you.

Your movements got faster than before and he, restless panting, kissed you. You wanted to make him cum hard. So you separated the kiss, kept up the speed, flashing him your boobs. That was the final push for Eddie.

The way he grabbed you and moan at your ear was insanely hot. You watched ropes of cum come of his dick. Your hand were now with white and sticky cum.

“Holy fucking shit!” He panted for the last time and let go of his grip on you. “Are you really sure you’re inexperienced?”

“I might’ve heard some advice about it from some friends” You said getting out of his lap, but he stopped you

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve been up here for a while, i don’t want to hurt your legs. Besides, my hand is a little dirty.” He laughed a little

“Let’s clean up and come back here then.”

That’s what you did. When you came back, he pulled you to his chest and you started to talk.

“You know, i got hard because i had a wet dream about you. Probably because of the movie. But you were in a bikini like hers and, well… you know the rest.”

“Really? What a perv.” You laughed together. You couldn’t be more happy to let this felling out of your chest. You didn’t know for how long you could keep that from him.

“What i mean is that, i really hope you don’t think that i’m doing this just because i was hard and you were there to help. I like you, not in a friend way and, if you let me, i would like to make you my girlfriend one day, if you want. For real. Take you out to dates, stay together doing whatever the shit we’ll want, give you things that i know you will love. This kinda shit.”

“If you want to, i would love to be your girlfriend. And all of the things you mentioned. Well… you know, you already do all of that. The sex is new though.”

He laughed and kissed you passionately

“Great. Now, you’ll get see how much fun we’re gonna have” You spent the rest of your valentine’s day like this. Laughing and kissing each other.

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stormberry-12 · 1 year

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the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk

my woman ~ jj maybank x reader

Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>

summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)

pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.

notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)

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you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.

you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.

"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"

you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.

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you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.

over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"

"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!

"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.

"i don't know jay..."

"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.

"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.

"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.

"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"

"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.

"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.

as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.

you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.

"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"

you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.

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"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.

"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."

"your girl?" you giggled.

"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"

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#jj maybank blurb #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope hayward #sarah cameron #innocent reader #obx

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missmielyhoran · 10 months

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He looks up grinning like a devil

your parents think their sweet catholic girl is in the city working as an assistant to big ceo but is she really?

(Sugardaddy!Harry × reader)

A/N- Idk where this came from lmao

[Warning- Smut, if you squint you will find the plot, slight voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), virgin reader, Harry being a dream ngl, daddy kink]

Masterlist

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You were skipping up the office stairs leading to the elevator, hands full of shopping bags and lunch from his favorite restaurant you picked up.

You hummed the song you were listening to in the car and greeted everyone back. To everyone, you were Harry's younger beautiful girlfriend or dumb arm candy, as some said, you didn't care. Everyone either wanted to be or have you, and it was thrilling.

You reached on Harry's floor and greeted his assistant, who was a sweet guy looking not much older than you.

You pushed opened the door to Harry's office and saw him typing away on his computer, his blazer thrown over the back of his office chair, his sleeves rolled up and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

You bite down on your lips to not whimper out loud, but the small sound you made got his attention. He smirked, looking up like the devil your parents warned you your whole life about.

Oh, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew.

He raked your whole body up and down. You were wearing the short, flowy red dress he loves. Your hair is half tied up by a ribbon with few in front framing your face and a simple cross laying between your breasts.

"What are you doing so far away babygirl?" Harry said, leaning back in the chair and spreading his thighs more, inviting you in.

You put down the shopping bags near the entrance and walked towards him with the food packets in hand.

"I brought your favorite food" you said, lifting the food packet in the air in front of Harry. He pulled you on his lap and put the food on the desk.

"Thank you so much love but I want to start with desert today" He said as his fingers found his way towards your dripping pussy.

"It will go cold-""I will order another one" He said while nipping on your neck and once his fingers found your clit you forgot about everything that wasn't him.

Harry gently picked you up, and your heel claded legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He kept nipping on your neck as he put you down on the desk.

His hands worked skillfully as he took off your panties and slid down on his knees, leaving open mouth kisses all over you. You were gasping for air, but he didn't care. He loved it when you let out breathless whimpers.

It was a heavenly torture.

"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby?" He said cockily. He kissed your inner thighs and watched you squim with lust blown eyes.

His thick finger ran up and down your sodden folds while his other hand ran up your body and gripped your chin, keeping your eyes on his.

Keeping the eye contact on he leaned closer and kitten licked your pussy making you let out a small whimper. He grinned like a devil, looking up, and all the hell broke lose in the best way possible.

He sucked on your clit while his middle finger circled your entrance all while his eyes watched all your moves. Then suddenly he pushed whole finger in, in one go making you almost scream out.

"Mr. Styles the papers- Oh my god" You heard someone say behind you but you couldn't have cared less. The person yelled series of sorrys and ran out of the office as fast as they could and you knew you will be the talk of the whole office tomorrow.

You clenached around Harry's finger as he pushed another one in. He chuckled and pulled back from your swollen clit.

"Your virgin little pussy is gripping my fingers you tight. I can't even fathom about how my cock will feel" He said taking eyes off you and watched the mess you were making on his hand.

"You know how many times I have come at night thinking about fucking your brains out." He asked gripping your cheeks so hard they hollow up, your lips part but nothing except airy moans come out.

"You're a mess on my fingers babygirl what will you do if I take you right here? huh?" He said standing up to his full height in front of you and leaned down to capture your lips into a open mouth kiss.

"Good little Christian girl is sitting on a office desk getting finger fucked by her older sugar daddy. What will your parents think?" He shook his head, "Such a whore" He clicked his tongue mocking you.

Meanwhile your eyes were getting blurry and the coil in your stomach was inching to breaking point. It wasn't helping that his words, so sinful words were escalating it.

"Be a whore, my beautiful whore and come on my fingers. Come for daddy babygirl" He said as he increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you.

And then everything went white, you were floating away on the cloud, angels were singing, and you were in pure ecstasy.

Maybe this was the heaven your mother talked about.

You didn't realize you have lost your balance and was now laying on the cold glass desk of Harry. He pulled his fingers and thank god you were so out you and sucked them clean couldn't see it cause you would have jumped his bones.

After a few moments you came back to duller life and out of you colorful cloudy world.

"There she is. You okay babygirl?" Harry asked as his fingers rubbed circles around your knees in comforting way.

"Yeah" You said breathless, "Very tired" You added. Harry laughed and pulled you off the desk.

"C'mon let's take all this and go home." He said picking up all the bags and lunch and kissed your sweaty forehead.

You smiled and followed him out, and if you weren't so out of it, you would have realized he called his house home for the first time.

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I know I said I will update stages of grief and I will but I didn't want to leave you guys without anything so here is little something.

I hope you guys liked it and if you did please tell me here♡ I love it when you guys talk to me

Please take care of yourself and drink some water. Love you.

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lustfulslxt · 2 months

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Teach Me - Chris Sturniolo

summary : after being stranded on a date because of your innocence, you want a taste of something more; you beg chris to teach you.

warnings : smut, innocent!reader, slutty bff!chris, oral, fingering, yk the usual

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Everything was going well, until it wasn't. The first date you'd ever been asked on, and you were ecstatic. Someone had finally taken an interest in you. You got all dolled up and put on your nicest dress. You had your hair sitting pretty, and your makeup on point. You never imagined going all out for a guy, and it was all just for you to be left standing there in the parking lot.

"You look hot tonight." The guy across from you smirked, his leg brushing up against yours beneath the table.

You sent him a bashful smile while pulling your leg out of reach. "Thank you."

His smirk fell as he felt you pull away from him, his face hardening just the slightest bit, before relaxing it as best he could. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You frown, "What? Now? I haven't even finished eating."

He chuckles, "You've had plenty, come on."

He gets up from the table and reaches for your hand, and as much as what he had just said rubbed you the wrong way and made you feel unpleasant, you obliged and grabbed his hand anyway. He tugged you towards the exit, eagerly making his way to his car with you following in suite. You struggled a bit to keep up with his quick pace, having to step twice as many times as him just to not fall behind.

As soon as you reach his car, he presses you against it and slams his mouth on yours. You immediately push him back, staring up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He grins and pulls you back into him, forcing his tongue down your throat.

With another shove, you shout, "What is the matter with you?"

"Oh, come on! Give me a little taste." He chuckles, grabbing your arm.

"Are you serious? Yeah, I think I'll pass." You glare up at him, appalled by his thirst.

"For real?" He questions, until he realizes you're serious and instantly grows sour. "Then you can fucking stay here. Nobody wants a prude."

Before you can even fully register his words, he's in his car and speeding off, leaving you to stumble back in disbelief. You watch him dramatically drive away until his taillights fade into the distance. A frown pulls to your lips and tears well up in your eyes. Without another thought, you're pulling your phone out and calling the one person that never fails to be there for you when you need him.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Chris." You start, holding back your tears. "Can you come get me?"

He can hear it in your voice that you're beyond upset, and he's instantly sliding on his shoes. "Send me your location."

With that, you're sending him the address of the restaurant you're at. You sit on the curb, crossing your arms to provide you as much warmth as possible as the night wind starts to pick up. You put your head down, willing yourself not to cry over some loser that just wanted to get in your pants.

Soon enough, headlights shine in your peripheral, causing you to look up, only to be met with Chris walking towards you. You quickly stand and meet his embrace, his body encasing you in a much-needed warmth. His arms securely wrap around you, holding you snug against him.

"What happened?" He asks in a soft tone.

You pull away with a sigh of annoyance, "Guys suck."

He chuckles a bit before wrapping his arm around you and guiding you towards the passenger seat of his car. He opens the door, letting you take your seat. With a quick glance at you, he's shutting the door and making his way to his side. He gets in, and immediately heads for the road.

"Your house or mine?" He questions, shooting you a quick look before directing his eyes back to the street.

"Yours if that's okay." You reply.

He grins, grabbing your hand in his. "Always."

The rest of the ride is silent, and it's not long before he's pulling into his driveway. He parks in the garage and shuts the car off, the two of you getting out and heading inside.

Chris brings you directly to his bedroom, locking you two in there. You head for his bed while he goes to his dresser. He grabs out a t-shirt and goes into his bathroom, fishing for the makeup wipes he has for you for times like this. After retrieving them, he walks back over to you and holds his hands out.

“You’re spending the night. Go wash your face and get out of that dress.” He simply states.

“Wow, Chris. Keep acting like that and girls might actually think you care.” I tease, grabbing the shirt and wipes from his hands.

He rolls his eyes with a small grin on his lips, “I do care, but only for you. Any other girl that thinks that is lying to herself. Now, shut up and go do what you gotta do.”

You giggle, closing yourself in his bathroom to do as he says. Upon looking at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but feel a little sad. Not because of some guy, but because you put so much effort into yourself for a guy, just for him to be the type you’ve been avoiding your whole life.

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head to rid your mind of your thoughts. Grabbing a wipe, you begin removing the makeup and wash your face off in the sink. Next, you kick your shoes off and remove the dress, replacing it with Chris’ shirt. His scent and laundry detergent linger in the fabric, pleasantly engulfing your senses. You grab your shoes and dress, then look at yourself, forcing a smile on your lips, and head back out to the bedroom.

“There’s my girl.” Chris says upon seeing you.

He’s sat on his bed, leaning against his headboard with his legs kicked out. He nods his head, silently beckoning you over. Your forced smile turns into a real one as you toss your belongings in the corner and make your way over to him.

“Hi.” You breathe, crawling next to him.

“Hi, pretty girl.” He mumbles, pulling you to lay on him.

Your arms hug his abdomen as you place your face on his lap, both of your legs intertwining with one another. This type of thing isn’t new to you, you and Chris have always been close in your friendship. Though, it’s never went further than cuddles.

“Thank you for coming to get me.” You whisper into his shirt.

His hands run through your hair, “You don’t have to thank me. I told you I always got you whenever you need me.”

You look up at him and smile, squeezing him just a bit harder. You lay your head back down and close your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

You sigh and shuffle around to where your back is on the bed, but your head is in his lap. You catch his eyes as he stares down at you and all you can feel is safe.

“Do guys not like inexperienced girls?” You ask him.

He furrows his brows as confusion plasters across his face. “What do you mean?”

“Say, you’re out with a girl. Does her not wanting to do anything with you or having never done anything before turn you off?”

He shakes his head, “Doesn’t really matter to me.”

You ponder for a moment, biting your bottom lip as he intently watches you. He places his hand on your jaw and softly presses his thumb to your chin, pulling down so you release your lip.

“What about me?” You finally ask in a quiet voice.

He hums, “What about you?”

“You know I’ve never done anything before. I’ve never even kissed a guy until tonight. Does that turn you off?”

“You kissed him?” He gapes at you.

You frown just a bit, “Well, more so he kissed me. I had to keep pushing him away.”

“He was trying to force you?”

You can see Chris becoming infuriated, so you place a hand on his cheek in an attempt to calm him. “Hey, he just kept trying to kiss me. When he realized I wasn’t giving in, he left.”

Chris doesn’t say anything as he looks off into the distance.

“You never answered my question.”

He glances at you with a look you can’t really decipher. “You could never turn me off.”

A foreign feeling flutters in your stomach and your cheeks grow pink beneath his warm hands. You can’t help but look away as your blush deepens and Chris chuckles.

“You’re blushing.” He obviously points out.

You push one of his hands away from you and roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

It’s silent again and your thoughts end up roaming all over the place; Chris being the main focus for the majority of them.

“Does that mean I turn you on?” You hesitantly ask him.

He raises an eyebrow, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“I don’t know. He called me a prude.” You admit.

“Just because you didn’t want him doesn’t mean you’re a prude.” Chris responds as he caresses your face.

“He’s not wrong though.” You shyly say, “I’m twenty years old and I’ve never done anything like that ever.”

Chris shakes his head, “That doesn’t matter. You’ll do shit when you’re ready. Kid’s just mad you wouldn’t suck his dick.”

“Would you get mad?” You ask, curiously.

He laughs, loudly, “No. If I wanted it that bad, I’d call up someone else to come suck me off.”

“That was a very whore-ish thing to say.” You giggle, before adding with finger quotations, “I’ve never ‘sucked someone off’.”

“That’s because you’re a prude.” He teases.

You groan, pushing yourself off of him. He quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back to him so you can’t run off. Only now, you’re suddenly straddling his lap. He gulps at this new position the two of you have never been in, immediately shaking the dirty thoughts away.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I was just teasing.” He grins.

“Will you teach me?” You randomly ask, doe eyes wide as you stare at him.

He chokes on his saliva, completely thrown off by your question, “W-what?”

“Will you teach me how to suck dick?” You reiterate, adding, “As friends.”

“As friends?” He repeats with a slight chuckle. “I don’t know how to suck dick either.”

You groan once more, pushing his shoulder back. “Come on, be serious. You know in a sense of what you like.”

“I’m not teaching you how to suck my dick.” He forces out in a breath.

“Why not?” You pout.

His heart is practically beating of his chest at your sudden desire to give him head. He so badly wants to remove his pants and slide his cock down your wet throat. He wants to see your pretty lips puckered around him. He wants to feel you gag on him as you try to take all of him in your mouth. He wants to see tears running down your cheeks as you work him.

He quickly shakes his head, almost unable to catch his breath. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please? It won’t mean anything, and you basically get free head.” You add, trying to sway him.

“Free head is crazy.” He chuckles, attempting to avoid your question.

You readjust yourself in his lap, causing him to squeeze your hips with wide eyes. You halt your movement, unaware of what’s going on with him.

“M-maybe you should get up.” He says, deeply inhaling through his nose.

You’re confused, but nonetheless, you lift your hips from him and kick your leg over, attempting to scoot yourself to beside him. Only, he grabs your waist, stopping you once again.

Chris is having an internal battle right now. Your words awoke something feral in him, and he’s fighting with himself to not give in. He wants nothing more than to comply with your request, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control himself. Yet, he still wants you on him.

You find yourself now straddling his thigh this time, the heat between your legs resting on his clothed leg. He can feel your warmth, causing him to lean his head back in contemplation.

“Think of it as a favor.” You say with a shrug, “You teach me, and in return, get your dick sucked.”

“Y/N.” He breathes as his mind flashes with erotic fantasies.

“Hey, I’m not forcing you. If you’re not interested-“ You get up for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.

“Wait.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

You kneel next to him, waiting for him to continue. He looks at you with half lidded eyes, and you can practically see his inner turmoil. He places his hand on his jeans, pushing it around with his bottom lip between his teeth.

You glance down and are suddenly aware of his growing erection. Your stomach twists at the thought of being the reason he’s getting hard, and it makes you feel somewhat good about yourself.

His hand grabs the bottom of his shirt, sliding it upwards to just above his belly button, revealing his happy trail. His eyes lock onto yours as his hand cups your cheek, guiding you down towards the bulge in his pants.

“I’m not sure we should start something we can’t stop.” He breathes as he feels the warmth emitting from your face through his jeans.

“Who says we can’t stop?” You ask in a whisper as you place your hands on his belt.

He’s so sensitive right now, he can feel your breath as you speak. Unable to help himself, he bucks his hips up into your hands, eyes closing from the sensation.

His hands guide yours to undo his belt. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

"It'll be okay." You say, your voice barely audible.

Your veins flood with anxiety as you unbuckle his belt. You're excited, but nervous. What if you don't do it right? What if he laughs at you? You grasp the belt and slowly pull it from his belt loops, Chris lifting his hips to help you. His eyes haven't left you once, soaking in the way you innocently aim to please him.

You unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, so slow almost as if you're purposely trying to tease him. You grab the waistband of his jeans, his pulling them down as he lifted up just a bit. You can see his dick straining against his boxers. You can't help but widen your eyes at the size of him.

He smirks at your reaction, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your cheek. His fingertips softly grip the back of your head, pulling you down to his throbbing member. Your lips meet his boxers, feeling waves of warmth through it. Chris takes a deep breath as your plump lips drag over the fabric.

"So, I just take these off. Yeah?" You innocently ask.

Chris chuckles at your cluelessness and nods, assisting you in removing the last piece of clothing on his lower half. His dick springs up, fully erect and throbbing. Your mouth visibly falls open at the sight. You can see veins dancing along his shaft, his head an angry red.

"What I do now?" You shyly question.

His hand wraps around the base, pumping a few times. "Spit on the tip."

You blush under his intense gaze, gathering as much saliva as you could. You lean over him, puckering your lips and pushing it all out with your tongue. It slowly falls onto the tip, causing his dick to twitch. He closes his eyes at the warm sensation, but quickly opens them to watch you again. You watch as the spit dribbles down his length, working around the veins.

"Then, you use your hand to spread it all around and get it nice and wet." He huskily informs.

You look at his face and he nods, encouragingly. Your hand slowly meets his member, and he groans from your delicate touch. Your fingers wrap around his girth, beginning to pump your hand up and down to spread your saliva. Chris' hand clenches the sheet beneath him, his breathing becoming shaky.

"Chris." You whisper, causing his eyes to snap open.

"What?" He breathes.

"What now?" You can't help but giggle.

"Right." He licks his lips. "Uh, just lick the tip."

You hesitantly lean forward, blatantly unaware of what you're doing. However, you do as he says. Your tongue flicks over the tip, slowly circling around it, pulling a low groan from his throat.

"I'm sorry, was that, okay?" You ask, worriedly.

"F-fuck, yes." He mumbles, his eyes drinking in the way you work his tip. "Then, you put it in your mouth. Bob your head up and down as you suck and use your hand-like this." His hand engulfs yours around his member, showing you what to do with the remaining cock you can't fit in your mouth. "Shit, good girl." He praises with a heaving chest.

Your tongue slides over his tip once more, causing his hips to buck, shoving his dick in your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, and you look up at him.

"Sorry." He chuckles, running his thumb over your lips.

You can't help but smile at his smile, then proceed to take him into your mouth. You flatten your tongue and slide down his shaft. Your lips wrap around him so perfectly, eliciting another moan from him, which only encourages you. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head, your mouth drooling down his member.

"Fuck, just like that." He groans, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You place one of your hands on his thigh, the other pumping the remaining of his length that you can't fit. Your tongue glides along the vein on the underside of his dick, traveling back upwards and around his tip. Chris tosses his head back, his jaw clenching as waves of pleasure flood through his body.

"It's so hot that mine is the first cock you've ever had in your pretty little mouth." He moans, caressing the sides of your face.

His hands grip the sides of your head, and he thrusts upwards, shoving his dick down your throat. You gag around him with every thrust, snapping him from the trance he's in. He quickly pulls his hands from your head and places them on the sheet, squeezing it once again.

"Sorry, feels so good." He grunts, willing himself not to overwhelm you.

You pull away from his dick, strings of saliva keeping you connected. You grab his hands and place them on your head, "Do it again."

You can tell it's what he likes, and his moans of pleasure make you feel good, you want to hear them over and over. You can feel a burning desire for him growing in your stomach, a feeling so foreign and unusual. It makes you squeeze your thighs together.

Chris' eyes damn near roll to the back of his head from your words. His hands softly grip your head and his hips thrust up, continuously fucking into your mouth. Wet gags fill the room, and his eyes take in the sight in front of him. Your eyes glisten with tears as they stream down your face, spit bubbles gathering on the sides of your mouth.

He can't help the moans that fall from his mouth as his orgasm builds. His stomach tightens, his muscles flexing as his toes curl. He throws his head back, his mouth falling slack, silent groans leaving it. His thrusts slow as a guttural moan emits from his throat, his hot load shooting into your mouth and down your throat.

His movements stop, so you wrap your lips firmly around him once again. You suck around him, your tongue gathering the remnants of his orgasm. His legs twitch from overstimulation before he's pushing your head off of him with a hiss.

"Sorry!" You rush out with wide eyes.

He faces the ceiling with closed eyes as his chest heaves with heavy pants. His cheeks are flushed a rosy color, his bottom lip swollen from biting down on it. He peeks at you with half lidded eyes, staring at you with such an intense gaze. His fingertips trace the outline of your jaw as filthy thoughts flood his brain.

His hand grips your chin and pulls you up so that you're straddling him again, leaving your faces centimeters apart. His eyes roam all over your face, taking in your expression, attempting to read you.

Your lips are red and plump with dribbles of saliva in the corners and your hair is a mess from his grabby hands. Just the sight of you makes his cock start throbbing again. He wants to do so many naughty things.

"How was that?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze lands on your lips, subconsciously licking his own as he admires you. His thumb brushes over the soft skin once again, pulling it down and softly pressing into your mouth. The pad of his fingertip rests on your warm tongue, and you can feel him growing underneath your weight.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You question, forgetting that he hasn't answered your previous question.

"I told you it wasn't a good idea." He mumbles, his eyes never leaving your face as his hand meets your hip, squeezing it.

You suck in a breath at the feeling, involuntarily clenching. "Why not? You finished, didn't you?"

"Mm, because now I can't stop thinking about filling you up." He huskily whispers.

Your eyes widen at his words, looking down towards your meeting groins. His free hand runs up from your knee, digging his fingertips into your bare thigh. His hand on your hip moves around your back, sliding up the shirt of his that you're wearing. You can feel his nails run over your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"Fill me up?" You repeat in an innocent tone.

He practically groans from your voice, his hands meeting your hips, holding you in place as he ruts up into you. The action pulls a soft moan from your lips as it felt pleasant against your needy core. The feeling was unusual, but you want to feel it again. The sound that left your mouth goes straight through him, his cock twitching with desperation.

"Fuck." He mumbles, barely audible. "God, I can't do this."

"I can get up." You mutter, suddenly feeling a bit insecure, unaware of the dilemma he's going through.

"No." He grits, his hands tightening on your hips. "That's the problem."

You frown, "I-I don't understand, Chris."

"God, even the way you say my name." He practically whines, his eyebrows furrowing as he squeezes his eyes shut.

He shuffles beneath you, exposing his hard member. He grasps your hand and places it on his dick, both of your hands engulfing his length.

"See what you do to me?" He groans at the feeling of your soft hand around him. "I knew crossing that line wasn't a good idea, because now it's all I can think about. I wanna be buried inside of you. I wanna feel you squeeze around me. Wanna hear your pretty little moans, all for me. God, I wanna make you feel so fucking good it's all you know."

Your mouth falls slack as he speaks, a feeling swirling in your stomach as you take in his words. You feel tempted, your attraction and desire for him burning brighter, turned on from the thought even though you've never had what he's implying.

"Do it." You whisper, your eyes set on his face.

"W-what?" He gapes, his eyes frantically searching over you.

"I've never had sex before." You say, "Teach me. Make me feel good."

He shakes his head, letting out a breath. "I don't think I can control myself; I don't want to hurt you."

You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers. "I trust you."

You lean closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. You can feel his breath against your face from the close proximity. You hesitantly brush you lips against his, looking for any signs to discontinue. However, Chris wraps his hand around your neck and yanks you into him, slamming his lips on yours.

You can't help but moan into the kiss, driving Chris insane. His lips work against yours so feverishly, hungry for you. He places his opposite hand on the small of your back, supporting you as he flips the two of you over.

You gasp from the sudden movement, Chris taking the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He explores your mouth, his tongue gliding over yours so perfectly. He pulls away, leaving you breathless, and turns your head so that he can work on your neck. The second he starts leaving open mouthed kisses, your breathing becomes erratic as small whines leave your mouth, only fueling his hunger.

He licks and nips at your sensitive skin, eliciting quiet moans and pants. His hands slide under your shirt, caressing your body with the right amount of pressure. You've never been in this situation before, but you love it, especially since it's with Chris. Your skin burns beneath his touch, you can feel yourself growing wet beneath him.

"You're sure you want to do this?" He questions, barely breaking away from your neck.

You only nod in response, your breath caught in your throat as he continues to suck.

He pulls away, his hand turning your face to him. "I need your words, baby."

"Yes, Chris." You whine, squeezing your thighs together. "Please."

He gives you a tiny smirk and pulls you up so he can remove your top. He swiftly pulls your shirt over your head, the cool air causing you to shiver. His hands run up your sides, admiring your body. He reaches behind you, his fingers finding the back of your bra, and quickly unbuckles it. Grabbing the straps, he guides them down your arms, leaving you topless.

You quickly cover up, suddenly feeling a bit insecure, having never been exposed like this in front of someone.

He grabs your arms, pulling them down as he interlocks your hands. "No need to hide from me, pretty girl. Just wanna make you feel good."

Chris pulls you back into him, one of his hands placed on your lower back while the other one holds your cheek. He presses his lips to yours, in a softer kiss than before. Pulling away, he swiftly removes his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

As you stare at his physique, he grabs your wrists and places your hands on his bare chest. You take the hint and run them over his smooth skin, feeling his body heat beneath your palms. Chris grins at you, engulfing your breasts in his hands, tenderly squeezing them. A small whimper leaves your mouth at the feeling.

Chris leans you back, taking his place hovering over you. His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he stares down at you with dark eyes. His fingertips caress your cheek as he takes in your features.

"So fucking pretty." He mumbles against your lips, before kissing you.

The kiss is gentle and almost loving, your lips moving softly together. That only lasts for a moment before he's deepening it. It becomes messy and feverish, both of you needy and desperate for more. He pulls away, a string of saliva attached to both of your mouths. Then, he makes his way back down your neck.

He litters your sensitive skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicks over every inch, his teeth softly biting down, leaving dark bruises in his wake. You can't help but whine beneath him, relishing in this new feeling he's bringing you.

It's not long before he lowers himself again. His mouth nips at your chest, peppering you with wet kisses. His teeth graze the soft skin of your breasts, working his way towards your nipples. His hands engulf the mounds of fat, squeezing and massaging them. He wraps his lips around one nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, causing you to arch your back into him. His hand tweaks the other one, stimulating them both, before taking turns with each.

"That feels good." You whine, your hands tangling in his hair.

"Mm." He hums, "Just you wait, baby. Gonna make you feel so good."

With that, he's traveling down your stomach, leaving kisses along the way. Your skin is on fire, and you find it hard to breathe. He's getting closer and closer to your most sensitive bits, and you're becoming slightly nervous, having never experienced this. His mouth meets the waistband of your panties, leaving kisses across the elastic.

He pauses, glancing up at you. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." You breathe, "Yes, please."

He shoots you a grin, his head lowering towards your thighs. He spreads your legs, and his mouth meets the plush skin, sensually kissing and marking both legs. Your head is clouded with lust, not a single thought in your mind, except for Chris.

As he moves up towards your center, you feel yourself repeatedly clenching. His lips meet the fabric of your panties, placing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, causing you to buck your hips into him. He smirks to himself, bringing his fingers up and rubbing you through the cotton.

You gasp from the feeling, quietly whispering, "Oh, my god."

He lifts his head, watching you as he works you through your panties, the fabric quickly becoming drenched with your arousal. He practically moans at the entire sight of you. Without a word, his fingers are dipping into your underwear, swiftly pulling them down and off your feet, leaving you naked beneath him.

Just as you're about to close your legs, feeling exposed, Chris wraps his hands around each thigh, spreading them even farther apart. The sight of your dripping pussy has his mouth watering. As he crawls in between your legs, your sweet aroma floods his nostrils, causing him to groan in satisfaction.

"Such a pretty pussy. All for me." He huskily speaks.

Your body is tense with anticipation of what's to come. Chris places an open-mouthed kiss over your throbbing clit, pulling a whimper from your throat. You stare down at him, his eye connecting with yours as he drags his tongue through your folds, from your entrance to your clit. You can't help the high-pitched moan that falls from your mouth.

The feeling is like no other, and you find yourself grinding down into his mouth. His tongue laps your wetness, indulging in the sweet taste of your essence. He puckers his lips, wrapping them around your aching clit, softly sucking on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. You're left twitching beneath him, egging him to keep going.

"God, you taste so fucking delicious." He mumbles against you, the vibrations coursing through your body.

The foreign feeling starts building in your stomach, and you can only assume your orgasm is close. Your hands lace through his locks, gripping them as you moan. Chris' mouth is drenched in your juices, the warm wetness dripping down his chin as he devours you.

You begin writhing beneath him, causing him to hold you still with a harsh grip on your thighs. He's completely lost in the taste of you, possibly enjoying himself more than you are.

Your face contorts in pleasure, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues working you so deliciously. The knot in your stomach tightens, your fingers tugging his hair.

"Chris, oh my god." You cry out, bucking into his face once more.

He shakes his face in your pussy, his tongue flat as it glides over your clit. Your knuckles turn white from the tight grip you have on his hair, crying out as you give into the feeling. The band in your stomach snaps, your juices rushing out into his mouth. Lewd moans emit from your mouth, Chris soaking every one of them up. Your body convulses under him, his grip on you tightening so he can finish you off.

He laps up your wetness, savoring every drop of it. Reluctantly, he pulls away, not wanting to stop, but not wanting to overwhelm you. He peaks up at you through his waves, the bottom half of his face glistening with your fluids. His lips are red as he licks them, attempting to taste even more of you.

"Can I keep going?" He questions, his fingers dancing on the skin around your heat. "I want to try something else."

You hum, slightly giggling, "Let me catch my breath for a moment."

He brings his cheek to your inner thigh, letting you rest for a moment. Though, it's not long before he's inching closer to your core. He teasingly rubs his nose against your swollen clit, causing you to twitch again. You hiss from the feeling, making him chuckle in delight. He admires you, deeply inhaling your scent, eager to make you cum again.

Without another word, his fingers are sliding through your folds, eliciting cries from you. You're so sensitive, but you don't want him to stop. He crawls over you, keeping his hand prodding at your pussy.

He has a goofy grin on his face as he takes in your expressions. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your hair matted from the constant wriggling of your head. You look incredibly fucked out, and knowing he hasn't even done much to you, makes him hot.

With his slender fingers still sliding up and down your slit, his lips meet yours. The taste of you lingers in his mouth as your mouths mold together. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, the taste of your essence more prominent. As his tongue explores your mouth, he takes the opportunity to slip a finger into your sopping entrance.

Your back arches into him, and he swallows every moan that leaves your mouth. He slowly pumps it in and out of you, the sound of your wetness very evident. The slick sounds fill the air as you both moan into each other's mouths.

He breaks away, leaving you breathless. "Look at you. You're loving it."

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to hold back your sounds as your frantically nod your head. His pace quickens, his finger rapidly pumping in and out of you. Your brows knit together in pleasure, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

"Just wanna make you feel good, baby." He coos, "You look so pretty like this for me."

Your mouth opens, silent moans leaving it. As if he can't help it, his opposite hand slides up your neck, his middle and ring finger poking into your mouth, pulling your jaw further down. His eyes never leave your face as he slides another finger into your pussy. Broken moans fall from your mouth as he works you so well.

He soaks in every hint of enjoyment you release, loving that he can make you feel so good. Loving that he's the only one that's ever made you feel this good. His cock throbs at the sight of you, yearning to be buried inside of you. His movements increase in speed and force, becoming rough for just a second, before he's removing his hand altogether.

You're left breathless and whiny at the loss of contact, your mind stuck in a daze. You've never felt this way before, but god, do you hope it never ends.

"I wanna feel you." He groans against your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

The thought of what he's suggesting makes your stomach twist. You're nervous, but you want it so bad.

"Fuck, I just want to feel your sweet little pussy squeezing the life out of me." He grunts, rutting his hips into yours.

His cock glides over your slit from the gesture, causing you to roll your hips for more friction. He lowly moans at the feeling of your warmth against his member. He pulls you further down the bed by your thighs, situating himself between your legs.

He leans over you, his palms placed by your head to hold himself up. His lips meet the side of your jaw, littering soft, wet kisses all over your skin. He does the same to your neck, before moving back up to your lips, placing several there as well.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispers against your lips.

He looks at you, discerning no signs of hesitation or reluctance. One of his hands intertwine with yours as he backs onto his knees. His opposite hand grasps his member, sliding it up and down your folds, coating itself with your arousal.

Every time his tip runs over your clit, you can't help but moan at the sensation. He aligns himself with your entrance and looks up at you again. You both lock eyes, and you give him a firm nod for the reassurance he needs.

You grip his hand with one hand and the sheets with the other, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly pushes in. He fills you inch by inch, the size of him making you feel like you're being torn. You wince from the pressure, involuntarily clenching around him. The feeling makes him groan in pleasure, but he stops.

"Are you okay?" He grunts, rubbing your hip with his free hand.

You nod, "Mhm."

"Just breathe, and if you need me to stop, I will." He gently speaks, attempting to soothe you.

"Fuck, okay, just keep going." You whine, your eyes still closed.

He gives you a nod, very slowly pushing all the way in. He bites his lip, suppressing the sounds threatening to spill. He stills, letting you adjust to the new feeling.

"You good, baby?"

You open your eyes, letting out a breath. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good, you can move now."

He starts slowly pumping in and out of you, his grip on your hip tightening in hopes of controlling himself. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to power through the pain. It's more so uncomfortable than anything.

He rocks his hips into yours in a sensual manner, pulling a low moan from you as it becomes more and more pleasurable. His eyes widen at the noise, enthralled with the way you sound just for him.

"God, you're so fucking pretty." He groans, "Sound so pretty too."

More soft moans emit from your mouth at his words, taking pleasure in the way he's so gentle with you. He leans forward, capturing your lips in his. Your mouths mold together so effortlessly, like you've been doing this forever.

His thrusts quicken only slightly, still fucking into you at a gentle pace. Your head lolls to the side, soft whines falling from your lips as pleasure consumes you. The familiar feeling builds in your stomach for the second time tonight, causing you to clench around him.

"Doing so good for me." He moans, thrusting just a bit harder.

A lewd moan is pulled from your throat at the switch in his strokes. He leans back slightly, his thumb coming in contact with your clit. He begins rubbing slow, soft circles into it, causing you to tremble beneath him.

"Chris, oh my f-fuck." You cry out, your back arching.

"Feels good, no?" He smirks, soaking in the way you're reacting to him.

His pace quickens after that, causing you to let out a loud moan, "S-so good."

Your sounds are going straight to his cock, and he can't help but thrust deeper. Your hands clench around the sheet below you, your knuckles turning white once again from the tight grip.

He lifts one of your thighs, holding your leg up for better access. The tip of his delicious cock kisses your cervix, you're left writhing in overwhelming pleasure. He tosses his head back at the feeling of your spongey walls clenching around him, pulling his orgasm closer and closer.

His thumb speeds up on your clit, applying more pressure. You're practically thrashing beneath him. Your stomach tightens and you can't help but clench around him again and again. The feeling of your velvety walls contracting around him, pulls a guttural moan from his throat.

"Oh my god." You cry.

You whine out as you can't hold on anymore, giving into the knot and letting go. Pleasure takes over your body, flooding your veins with euphoria. Squelching sounds fill the room as you release all over his cock, coating his member and balls in your juices.

He looks down, groaning at the sight of your deliciousness drenching him. His hips sputter, his thrusts growing sloppy as he reaches his climax. Before he even has the chance to pull out, his load is filling you up and painting your walls a milky white.

"F-fuck." He groans, stilling his movement after riding out his high.

He looks back down at your groins, eyes widening as he realizes what he did. Slowly, he pulls out of you and watches as his cum oozes out of your pussy. The sight alone could make him cum again in an instant.

"Uh, are you on birth control?" He finally spits out.

You open your eyes, immediately raising an eyebrow at him.

He brings a hand down to your center, scooping some of your mixed fluids with two fingers. He pulls it up to show you, before slightly smirking.

"Wanna taste?"

Your eyes widen and your face is taken over with that innocent look that he loves so much. Your mouth parts as you nod, and he's instantly shoving his two fingers into your mouth. You moan at the taste, sucking every drop from his finger.

His mouth waters at the sight, immediately gripping your jaw and kissing you fiercely. He sighs into your mouth, beyond pleased with the way your night turned out.

"Whenever you need me, call me immediately." He grins in a teasing manner.

You can't help but giggle, shoving him away from you. His laugh matches yours, collapsing next to you and pulling you into him. He lovingly pecks your shoulder, his arms completely engulfing you.

"Ten minutes and we're gonna go clean up."

a/n : as lil wayne said, sorry 4 the wait. ugh god the way i need this is actually so bad for me. anywhooo, hope you little sluts enjoyed this as much as me!! lmk your opinions, and send in more requests!! xx alssooooo, credit to @flowerxbunnie for the slutty bff chris request!!!

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Perv! Eddie munson x naive! Innocent! Reader

♡Smoking with Eddie <3

☆ if there are any spelling and grammar mistakes no there arent

♡masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

contains: Dubcon, drugs, darkish! Eddie

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When he invited you over to his trailer you first thought that he need extra help with his english work, which was true he did need help with his english work but that wasnt why he invited you over. He had noticed the interest you had expressed around getting high, it started off as innocent questions that he didnt think much of such as;

"why do people get high?" "do all drugs feel the same?" "Why do you do drugs?" And much more similar questions, eddie was heavily against it when he picked up your unsubtle questions however after some heavy thinking (and masturbating), maybe having you fuzzy and malleable was a good thing, if he was lucky he would get you so high you wouldnt remember the groping he'd do.

You had arrived to his trailer with your bag filled with school and revision work, you had been hesitant to knock afraid that he hadnt actually wanted you to come over and it was all a misunderstanding, overthinking on your part. fortunately for eddie you pushed aside the anxieties and knocked. Almost immediately eddie opened the door as if he was waiting for your knock, he quickly invited you into his room, sitting you on the bed, you begin to open your bag to pull out the equipment before he stopped you. "Actually.. I- uh I was thinking we could do that later y'know? Like let's- lets hang out for a little"

"Oh yeah sure! What do you have in mind?" You quickly closed your bag placing it near the end of his bed, looking up at him, you noticed the slight nervousness that radiated off him

"We can um- read some comics- just dont touch the ones you find under my bed or the ones in my bedside table they're- uh they're... limited addition? Yeah limited addition, definitely dont want anyone to touch them-" his voice cracks inbetween words as he desperately tries kick one of the "comics" in question under his bed "- o-or we can just talk.."

"I dont mind it if we just talk, i- I don't really like comics that much.. no offense or anything I'm sure they're great!"

Eddie released a breath he didnt know we was holding in and awkwardly sat on his bed next to you, glancing at you as the room became silent minus the low sound of his mixtape playing in the background.

"So um how is the hellfire going? I heard that will byers joined recently that must be fun h-hes a sweet kid I used to babysit him, sometimes I'd join in with the game but I never understood it-" your face turned hot as you spoke slightly embarrassed that you were saying this to the dungeon master himself "s-sometimes steve and Jonathan tried to join but they didn't know much either so it made me feel better about it. One time nancy joined and got so-"

He cut you off "are you close with Jonathan and steve?" His nose flared and hands clenched as he asked you

"I mean i guess- i-i um I used to babysit will and dustin and- and sometimes I still do so it's hard to not be close to them y-y'know?"

"Do you like them?"

"I- what of course I do they're my friends-"

"No- do you like LIKE them?"

You breathed in feeling exposed and vulnerable letting tears well in your eyes the thought if your fleeting crush being so visible mortified you "I- well I um- I used to have a small crush on both of them like a long time ago b-but I never tried anything! I dont like them anymore- I-" he placed his hand on your thigh

"Hey hey hey its okay I was only asking, I'd go for steve 'the hair' harrington too" he joked, quickly easing your nerves and calming you from the breakdown you were possibly about to have. Soon the conversation picked up and you both began talking about school, games, music, life and anything that crossed your mind. Eddie had seen the way you reacted to his questions and a part of him felt bad for upsetting you, he didnt mean to make you almost cry, he just wanted to know if he had any competition he didnt mean to embarrass you.

The conversation soon died down lulling you both in a comfortable silence, clearing his throat "do you um- do you mind if I smoke? I know you dont do that stuff so I just wanted to ask incase-"

Almost like a dog being asked to go on a walk your eyes lit up and you nodded your head cutting him off from his sentence "yes sure go ahead I dont mind i- this is your room" Eddie exhaled and pushed himself near the wall of his bed, he sat snug in the corner and put his hand between the mattress and the wall pulling out a box containing his secret stash and various pre rolled blunts and joints, he had hid before you came thinking that seeing it would scare you off. he pulled out a joint looking at you for approval before lighting it, as he dragged the joint to his lips he took notice of your eyes following his movements, the way your pupils would dilate when he flicked his tongue out to dampen his lips.

He inhaled the drug, holding it in his lungs before exhaling away from you, he smirked as you watched the smoke crawl around the room. "D'ya wanna try it?" Your head whipped back to face him, you looked at him with wide eyes before trying to form a sentence that he could understand

"I've never done anything like that so- so I dont know how um I- think you should just- um just do it" you avoided his gaze that bore into you, he grabbed your hand and tugged you closer to him forcing you to shuffle to get closer to him , he placed the joint near your lips

"Its easy, all you gotta do is breathe in and breathe out-"

"Like breathing?"

"Exactly like breathing sweetheart" he smiled pushing it closer to your lips, your hand holding his trying to comfort yourself aswell as allowing yourself to push it away at any moment. You looked him in his eyes as you took a drag, holding back a groan he waited a moment for you to pull back and exhale. unfortunately when you did you immediately started choking on your breath, tears brewing in your eyes and falling as the coughing continued eddie chuckled and patted you on the back praising you despite your fail.

"You did so well for your first time, so good even if you did choke a little. How about we try again-"

You shook your head as soon as the words left his mouth "nuh uh, no. s'too hard hurt my chest" you said, voice wavering still trying to recover from the assault on your lungs. Eddie smiled and lay back patting his chest for you to lay on it, he took a drag and let you wiggle yourself across his bed, your leg straddled his thigh, tangling themselves with his. Sighing into his chest you breathed in his scent feeling better now that you had some comfort

Your head lay on his chest where he raised a hand to your hair and started to trace patterns and shapes into the side of your head gliding his fingers through the baby hairs along your neck and up the side of your cheeks, he pulled your head up and leaned down, you tried to back away not wanting to take advantage of his high state, as his lips were centimetres away from yours he blow his smoke into your mouth, this time you didnt choke. As he pulled back he looked at your large pupils and smiled "y'like that?" You didnt respond too awestruck with what had just occured, unconsciously dragging yourself forward to get closer to him.

Eddie took another drag, before repeating his actions, he didnt think it would take much to get you feeling warm, you were a virgin in this field and he was a prostitute. You lay your head back on his chest looking up at him with adoration, the drug clearly kicking in. Eddie began his plan and moved his free hand from your head taking his time to feel your body as he makes his way down to your thighs.

You melted as he pulled you closer forcing your clothed cunt to press against his thigh, taking this as a hint, he took a drag and blew the remnants into your mouth. Your hips, without your control, began rocking against his thigh making him groan under his breath, your eyes were half lidded and your hands were resting on his chest, "that feel good?"

You slowly nodded "makin' me all fuzzy" as you continued your grinding

"Yeah? You like it?" He cooed at you. pushing his leg up to meet your lazy thrusts, moaning, you dumbly nodded your hips jerking up against him trying to get release, something you've never had before. Eddie softly bounced his leg, forgetting about the joint and placing it on his table moving his hand to your hips, pulling you flushed against him, the other groped around your body feeling as much flesh as he could manage to get his hands on.

"Eddie feels s'good 'like it- f-feels nice w-want more"

"Yeah? M'not giving you enough? You're so greedy"

He pressed you down on his bulge, your clit knocking against the zipper of his pants causing you to jolt away from it as if it burnt you. Eddie forced you to stay put letting you sit up to look down at him, he let you continue your pathetic thrusts letting you get used to the feeling of direct contact to your clit before guiding you like before.

"Ah- eddie! Again!- w-wan' more"

You whined from above him as you could feel your orgasm build up, your panties were now soaked seeping into the material and ruining his pants. luckily eddie enjoyed that he could feel your juices against him, pulling you down harsher he bucked his hips against yours pushing you over the edge refusing to stop even when you cried that you coudlnt take it.

"S'too much eddie stop! S'too much feels weird don' like it eddie dont like it"

"Ssshh-shut up- shut the fuck up- oh god fuck- take it for me c'mon fucking take- make me feel good baby-"

Eddie was in heaven right now and hed be damned if he let your overstimulation ruin it for him. he continued to use you for his own purpose soon flipping you over so you lay under him, thrusting against your clothed pussy which was now soaked and puffy from his abuse. The sight beneath him was a sight for sore eyes. youre face soaked with tears, drool coating your lips, a light bucking of your hips, it pushed him over the edge forcing him to cum in his pants like he was a virgin.

His head fell into the side of your neck as he prolonged his orgasm, your legs flinching as he grazed over your clit once more. Desperate for comfort you moved your face to muzzle the side of his head, he tilted your face and kissed your drool coated lips "did s'good for me baby, so so soo good" eddie pulled you up turning you around and pressed you back against his chest, one of his hands resting on your spine and the other in your hair.

When you woke up the next day you were none the wiser on why you were laying on top of eddie or why your thighs were so sticky, you barely remembered last night but you assumed it had been good because eddie was smiley the entire day

"Was last night good? I dont remember"

"Oh absolutely you were so high, you'll get a higher tolerance as you get used to it we can do this again if you want" almost as if god was on his side you agreed

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Mrs. Sherlock Holmes masterlist

Summary: Your marriage starts rocky.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, implied innocent reader, smut in future chapters, innocent reader, shy/insecure reader

A/N: A collection of drabbles on how you became Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (1)

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (2)

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (3)

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (4)

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (5)

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (6)

#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock x reader #wife reader #female reader #innocent reader #Mrs. Sherlock Holmes masterlist

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wanderingelvis · 3 months

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how about elvis & ditzy/innocent reader doing something in public?

thank you!! i don't do a lot of smut so i hope y'all like this! 🧚

🧚 masterlist 🧚 word count: 1,758

pairing: 70s elvis x innocent!ditzy!reader

warnings: fingering (f receiving), praise k!nk, overstim, public smut, daddy dom dynamics

"This bit is my favourite." You whisper adorably to Elvis, trying to be as quiet as possible and contain your sweet excitement at the scene about to play.

It wasn't uncommon for Elvis to hire out the Memphian Theater for you two and the Mafia. In fact, it was the go-to activity for you all after a long day of Elvis performing, recording or rehearsing. It was however, a bit more unusual for Elvis to let you pick the movie.

The choice was Sleeping Beauty, your favourite movie and Elvis would often call you his 'lil' sleepin' beauty' as you did indeed remind him of Princess Aurora.

Elvis smirked down at you, sat upright by his side, your big round eyes fixed on the screen as you mindlessly parted those pretty pink lips and put popcorn in your mouth, over and over again, your attention not leaving the screen as Aurora met Prince Phillip in the woods for the first time.

Knowing how transfixed his sweet little thing was, Elvis effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, your attention never wavering from the screen as you let Elvis manhandle you like his own little dolly.

Slowly, Elvis started feeding you the popcorn, as you watched the movie like a good girl. Absent-mindedly, you'd wrap your lips around Elvis' thumb or his finger as he'd place it in your mouth so you could suck the sugary sweet residue off his digits.

Truth be told, Elvis hadn't followed along with the movie since the first scene, his attention solely on you. But oh, how he adored watching you be so entertained and sweet for him.

He knew the rest of the Mafia weren't over the moon with your choice of movie, it wasn't exactly the usual Western that they were used to, but Elvis didn't care, he only cared about the sweet thing on his lap. Besides, they were a few rows back, allowing the two of you to have your own space.

All of Elvis' affectionate touches and kisses went over your head initially, your mind elsewhere, enjoying the popcorn you were being fed by the big, old man who's lap you were settled on.

It wasn't until Elvis wrapped a strong arm around your tummy, holding you in place as he shuffled in his place, letting his legs part ever so, so that your legs were now completely apart, each leg dangling over each of his, leaving your core dangerously exposed under your sweet pink skirt, that you begin to feel that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Gently, Elvis' coarse, large hands toyed with the hem of your skirt, his fingers lingering ever closer to your centre. Elvis kept his arm secured tightly around you, holding you in place so you couldn't squirm about as he began to trace circles into your plush thigh.

"Um..." You murmured softly, feeling that all too familiar funny feeling from Elvis' touch.

"Uh-uh doll, no talkin' durin' the movie pretty girl." Elvis reprimanded cooly, whispering in your ear from behind and making your shiver all over, causing you to try and squirm before realising that Elvis was holding you closely to him. "Eyes on the screen lil' one." Elvis instructed, quietly delighting in teasing you.

Elvis didn't wait though before he dragged his hands up your thighs, pushing up your pretty skirt and exposing your panties to the cold air of the theatre.

You blinked sweetly, trying to keep your attention on the movie that Elvis had paid a lot to have screened for you.

It was only when you felt Elvis' fingers toy at the damp fabric between your legs that you let out another stuttered gasp, your head lolling forward ever so, at the sudden sensation.

"Such a sensitive thing, hm?" Elvis whispered into your ear at your reaction at just a mere touch.

See, Elvis was right. It didn't take much for Elvis to stimulate you, he knew you inside out and he knew exactly how to work you into overdrive, and oh how we adored watching you get all antsy and disoriented.

And of course, Elvis knew what he was doing to you. He knew exactly what he wanted to happen during the movie as soon as he'd booked it. He knew that he'd wanted to pleasure you in the darkened room as soon as your eyes went wide with delight when Elvis told about the date night. Even as Elvis held your hand and led you to the seats in the theatre, Elvis knew those hands would be somewhere else entirely within a matter of minutes.

All you knew of course, was that you were excited for the movie that in your words was "just oh so pretty!". Elvis' decidedly darker intentions with you had gone right over your sweet head.

But there you both were, your lips parted and glossy as Elvis' fingers slipped under the damp fabric and began to massage your clit, pressing his thumb onto it and applying pressure as he rubbed you in circular motions.

Elvis watched with a smirk as he felt your chest rise and fall at a quicker and more erratic pace, he relished in the power he had over you.

You began to writhe in his hold before you felt his grip get tighter around your waist, his silent sign to hold still, a sign that you instantly obeyed. But there was nothing that could stop your head falling back on his shoulder as Elvis' fingers rubbed through your glistening folds, slick coating them.

Your breathing had now become erratic with breathy pants leaving your lips as the urge to mewl at the sensation grew and grew.

"Good girl, gotta keep quiet huh?" Elvis hushed, making you want to whine but you knew you couldn't draw any attention to the pair of you. "Now, pay attention to your movie baby." Elvis said, teasing you as he knew you were struggling with even keeping your eyes open, let alone concentrating on the movie on the screen but he just wanted to make you into a little mess.

And without warning, Elvis slipped a finger into your hole, your muscles tightening around it as you whimpered softly, tears pricking at your eyes from the searing pleasure and burn of it.

"That's it, taking it like such a good girl, ain'tchu?" Elvis soothed in your ear, knowing the torment he was putting you through by not letting you moan and whine like you normally would in Graceland.

You managed a feeble nod as your wet lashes fluttered, drinking in the pleasure as Elvis stretched your walls.

"Would you like another one?" Elvis asked cooly, a gloating smile taking over his face as you quickly nodded.

"Yes." You hissed, inadvertently rocking your hips ever so slightly, getting all desperate for Elvis' touch.

But Elvis wasn't one to give up control as he swatted your side at your movements, tsk-ing at you disapprovingly.

"Uh-uh Little, you just sit tight and keep them eyes on the screen and behave." Elvis reprimanded, as he stretched you further, putting in another finger, pumping them in and out of your pretty pussy, placing gentle kisses on your cheek and neck, overstimulating you more and more by the minute.

Your face was all flushed and pink, your hands balmy as you gripped onto Elvis' strong arm that was across your tummy with one of them and continued to hold the box of popcorn tightly with the other.

Elvis quickened his pace in you, watching with intensity as he watched a tear fall from your wet lashes. "Mmm baby, yer so sweet n' soaked, ain't ya?" Elvis teased lowly, watching you furrow your brow, trying so hard to be a good girl like you'd been told and keep in the moans you wanted to desperately to let out.

At this point, you're in total bliss, you're nothing more than a dripping mess in Elvis' arms, totally succumbed to his touch and desperate for more of it.

And this is exactly why Elvis is just so in love with you. You're his little dolly, to use exactly the way he wants, whenever he wants. It doesn't matter if the entire Memphis Mafia are 10 rows behind you, it doesn't matter if this is your favourite movie that you haven't seen for years, it doesn't matter that your panties are by your ankles in the middle of the Memphian, all that matters is that you belong to Elvis.

Truth be told, despite Elvis telling you multiple times not to make a peep, he didn't actually care if anyone heard the two of you, in fact, it turned him on to know that he had this sort of dominance and power over you that everyone would know that you're his, that you listen and follow every word that comes out of his mouth, that you love him just as much as he loves you.

You can feel that 'love' underneath you too, rock hard and huge, pressing into your ass, as he continues to pump his fingers into you and you bite your lip in a desperate bid not to cry out loud.

It didn't take long for Elvis to quicken his already fast pace on you, sending you into sensory overload, not being able to cope and hold it in any more.

"Let it out f'me." Elvis soothed sternly and it wouldn't be a lie to say your vision went all blurry and starry as your mind become clouded and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your body and your pussy leaking on Elvis' fingers and pant leg.

You couldn't help but let out a gasp as Elvis removed his fingers from you and Elvis didn't reprimand you this time, knowing that all you'd been was a good girl for him.

Elvis manouvered you ever so slightly so he could grab your damp panties that had fallen to your ankles and pocketed them before you had the chance to lazily grab them, he'd give them back to you when you both arrived back to Graceland.

Elvis watched you with that shit-eating grin on his face as you blinked hazily, looking adorably dumb-founded as you sat in his lap, cum dripping down your bare leg as you looked up at him with that gorgeous, innocent gaze that Elvis could simply die for.

"You're gon' miss the movie dolly." Elvis said softly, pointing his ring clad finger at the screen, as he rubbed soothing circles in your back, knowing you'd be begging to come back to the movie theatre in no time.

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theapangea · 9 months

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OK hopefully this is a good enough ask

But could you maybe do a drabble about lip and innocent reader cockwarming during a movie

- Jess🦋

Ok Jess... you definitely did not disappoint. Hope you enjoy my love <3!! FYI this does have smut as per request so 18+/Minors DNI!!

It wasn't the intention of both of you to end up in this situation. With Lip's throbbing cock inserted into your sweet pussy. Sure you and Lip have fooled around a couple of times, touching, licking, sucking - but never him being inside of you. You've never had sex before, never even though about sex that much other than health class at school, never before Lip. But here you are with Lip's dick fully inside of you. Squeezing your thighs together as your juices continue to flow.

He isn't even moving, just holding you close as his eyes are fixated on the movie. How can he be so calm about this?

Lip is patience with you, has been very patience with you as you have been wanting to take it extremely slow. Lip knows you don't have much experience in the sex department so just waits for you to initiate things. Thankfully for him, this is a step in the right direction.

Lip does everything possible to make you comfortable. Taking his time as he grinned his growing member against your ass. The dry humping lasted a while until your panties were completely soaked. Neither of you really talking as Lip pushed down your shorts and panties, exposing your bare ass. Caressing your cheeks before sliding his cock in-between them.

Moving slowly as he cups your ass cheek to spread open. Your entrance tingling from the cool air that now coats it. His tip, leaking from the anticipation, gliding easily between your folds. Soft moans escapes your lips, thankfully the television was loud enough where no one else could hear you.

Soaking up every minute with you, finally pushing in gently. Your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Head buried into the crook of his elbow as you whine from the sharp pain. Your juices helping to lubricate the foreign object.

Controlling your breath as Lip inserts himself fully inside, thrusting a couple of times to help ease the pain. Stopping when his hips can't move anymore.

Wrapping his arms around you once more, placing small kisses on the back of your head as you both go back to watching the movie.

~~~

Let me know what you think!! Thank you for the request!! <3

#lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #shameless x reader #lip gallagher #smut #shameless fanfic #Lip Gallagher x innocent!reader #innocent reader #drabble

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sukunaswhxre729 · 3 months

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Bully Sukuna is obsessed with your thighs.

Tw. Mention of bullying ofc, cu//ing, blood, cnc.

Bully sukuna! who is obsessed with your thighs

Bully sukuna! who forcefully sits next to you in class just to keep his hand on your thighs and if you think he caresses it oh boy you are wrong. He pinches it , scratches it , makes sure he leaves pretty bruises everyday on your chubby thighs so everybody and especially you know you belong to him

Bully sukuna! who corners you in the crowded corridor just to bunch up your skirt and pinch the hell out of your inner thighs till it bleeds and guess what you know for fact that if you cry loud he will make sure everybody sees him marking your bare thighs. You better nip it up pretty lady.

Bully sukuna! who pushes you in the janitor's closet to make you sit on his lap. Aww you want a kiss? For sure you will get darling but before that let him engrave his name on your thigh with a pretty little b/@de . Well you won't say no, will you dearie?

Bully sukuna! who forces your leg open and start kissing your inner thighs, justttt near your core, taking sniff of your wetness. He's licking your inner thighs. He's spelling something with his tongue. 'S' ,'U','K','U'- He's spelling his name on your thighs.

Bully sukuna! who puts you in a mating press, gathering your thighs together and shoving his huge cock in and using it as a fleshlight. If you are good enough he will reward your thighs with his precious seeds. Don't you want that little dumb baby?

Bully sukuna! who leaves you after all this torture only in one condition, you will have to wear a thigh chain with his initial on your thighs to school everyday. And you will do that gladly right? Babygirl .

•○•○•○•○•REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED FELLOW KUNA WIFIES •○•○•○•○•

♡♡♡♡ENJOY♡♡♡♡

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Hi Sonny dear!!!✨ would you consider writing a sweet pogue reader and a super mean Rafe!!!😈 he could be the meanest meanie that ever was! Like he can make reader go into tears in seconds 😭! Plus you are such a sweetheart 🤭

hi lovely bestie !! and yes I would 🌚 me thinks… (tw stepcest)

pogue!reader is a lil crybaby, super sensitive and sweet, as shy as they come 😣 you’ve never known your mother, so you were more than surprised when she married Ward and wanted to reconnect with you. Long story short, you, Sarah and Wheezie have grown close since reconnecting with your mother. All that time at Tanneyhill gave you a glimpse into the Kook life, the immense wealth and comfort, but it also put you in the same place as Rafe. You live with your father on The Cut for most of the year, and regardless of how much you try to fit into the Kook life whenever visiting your mother, you’ll never be like them, Rafe has drilled that into your head.

He’s absolutely terrible, your worst nightmares personified. He has tormented you and, on a few occasions, has made you run out of the house in tears. He isn’t afraid to cut deep into your delicate little heart—that’s why Sarah refuses to leave you two alone together. But try as she might, Rafe will always find a way to corner you:

“What? You don’t wanna say hi to your big brother?” He cocks his head, wearing that stupid grin as you try to push him away, his tall and broad statue barely sways. “Did you forget your manners?”

You gulp, tears already welling in your eyes. He looms over you threateningly, daring you to snap at him, or raise your hand at him (which you’ve only done once after you had a bit of liquid courage).

His hand reaches for you face, those long fingers tracing down your heated cheeks to your neck. “You remember what happened the last time you ignored me?”

How could you forget?

His touch was burned into your skin, his filthy words seared into the walls of your skull like a cruel mockery of how pathetically weak you are. Worst of all, you didn’t hate how good he made you feel. Even to this day, you haven’t touched that spot inside you, or tasted another man since.

“Have you been getting my packages?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Then why haven’t you called me back?” His fingers pinch your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. “That was the deal, wasn’t it? I keep my mouth shut about what a little whore you are, and you do what I say.”

Your thighs clench and a sinking feeling fills your stomach. You’re almost certain you won’t be joining Sarah and the rest of the Pogues tonight, and it’s all because of the sick man in front of you. Tears stream down your cheeks, you feel helpless, not only to Rafe, but to your own confusing desires.

“Crying already? I’ve barely touched you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, peeking down the hall before pulling you towards his bedroom. You try to resist, but he just yanks harder, making you wince. “I’ve missed you, little sis, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

#sonny drabbles #tw stepcest #rafe cameron #stepbro rafe #rafe loving hours #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron au #stepbrother rafe cameron #stepbrother!rafe #stepbrother!rafe cameron #innocent reader #I am: sonny Dear

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venusstorm · 2 years

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i am obsessed with soft dom loyd!

i keep thinking about him taking innocent readers virginity omg you write him so well !

Thank you, lovely!💗 He’d go absolutely feral knowing that his sunshine had never been touched before. Just him grazing over your sweet princess parts left you shivering, pleading for more. But of course he couldn’t— not until he got you all prepped and ready.

The First Time

Warnings: 18+, sex, degradation, praise, pet names, virginity, daddy-kink, pussy slapping, desperation, dumbification, innocent reader

w/c: 1469

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Lloyd watches humorously as you grind into the toy. Your lips are permanently parted, desperation taking over as you beg for him to touch you.

"Please," you beg. "I'm ready, I can fit. I promise." He has your legs spread apart, a dildo sinking between your thighs. You lost count of how many times you've come, but you're sure the growing wet spot below you stated it just fine.

"Don't lie to me, sunshine. You know your pretty pussy's too small to fit daddy's cock." You mewl as he slips the toy in further, his free hand reaching to play with your clit.

"Fuck, you're so sensitive. All I have to do is press your sweet little button and you're cummin' around whatever I've shoved in you."

"I'm sorry," you whine. "M'trying."

Lloyd shakes his head, his loving gaze contrasting against his forceful movements. "It's okay, sunshine. Nobody's ever touched down there before me, right?"

You nod, clenching against the toy as he talks down to you.

"So of course you're sensitive. Just cum whenever you need to, love when my pretty baby gets all messy for me."

"O-okay. Thank you, daddy." Your thighs tremble as you allow yourself to unfold, eyes shut tightly while your orgasm surged through your body. Cum seeps from around the toy, adding to the white ring around its base.

"You're so cute," he grins, playing with the slick stuck to your thighs. "Get so fucking dumb for daddy, don't you?"

"Gonna be the first person to ever stretch my Princess out. Would you like that, angel? Want me to fill you up, dump all my cum inside of that sweet cunt?"

"Uh uh," you pant, voice high with desire.

"Want— want you to fill me up. Want your cum, please." You groan as he slips the toy out and slams it back in, your legs shaking as you feel another orgasm approach.

Lloyd groans as he watches the toy slowly disappear inside of you. His hand is soaked with your slick, dripping down his wrist and messily covering the bedsheets.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this. Taking it so well, sunshine. I’m so proud of you."

"Daddy, M'gonna- oh."

You reach out for his hand, clutching it tightly as your eyes begin to roll backward.

"You're okay, princess. Let go for me, I've got you."

You shout as you feel a gush of liquid squirt out of you. Lloyd grips your chin as you writhe against him, forcing your mouth open so he can place messy kisses inside of it. He swallows your moans, his hairy chest trapping you from moving as he slips the toy into its hilt.

He pumps the toy slowly before yanking it from your body, your gaping hole pulsating furiously. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Nothing but a pretty little hole for me to use."

Lloyd slaps your clit, his fingers tracing the outline of your hole before sinking inside of it. He pulls his digits out quickly, shoving them between your lips to suck on. "I love you so much, sunshine. Gonna fill you up all nice and pretty. Is that okay?"

You mewl as he gags you, his fingers soon slipping from your lips and lining up to slap your cheek gently. "Is that okay?" He repeats, his gaze softening.

"Yes, Please," you whimper. "Want daddy to fill me up."

Lloyd grins, his hands fumbling towards his aching member. He had spent the last hour focused on pleasing you, and in the midst of doing so, his head became glaring red, pre cum dripping down his shaft and onto his heavy balls.

He curses as your hole clenches around nothing. You swore he was even twitching, anxious to finally bury himself between your thighs.

You grab at him to come closer. "M'so tingly, daddy" you murmur. You're practically floating, the ground seemingly miles away as you tried to focus on Lloyd.

"I know, sunshine. Daddy's gonna make it all better though."

He lines himself up with your channel, gently gliding against your folds as you lay flat on your back. Your hands jump to hold onto the sheets as he slaps his cock against your skin. "Okay, Princess. This might hurt a little but I've got you."

He leans down to kiss your forehead, a reassuring smile on his face.

You shout as he pushes himself into you, his body covering yours as he forces your legs around his waist. He thought he could orgasm right then and there. Your cunt hugged him tightly, his brain growing fuzzy from the feeling of finally being inside of you.

"Fuck, sunshine. Feels so good," he moans.

You were so filled to the brim with love, just watching his face contort made you push yourself against his cock, wanting desperately to please him just as much as he does you.

He chants your name as you try to shove yourself around him, thrusting up desperately and humping against his groin. "Sunshine, slow down, baby.

"S'too big" you cry, tears springing from your eyes as you try to fit another inch.

"But I thought you said you could fit?" He taunts. "Do you want me to stop, Princess?"

You shake your head vigorously, "No! Please!"

Lloyd grins as you reassure him with a kiss. You tasted so sweet against him, your eager moans sounding around the room as you shoved your tongue down his throat. "I can take it," you whine. "Just wanna feel you. Wanna feel good."

"Shh, okay, okay. I've got you, Princess. Just relax for me. You're too small to do anything for yourself, just let me handle it."

You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his musky scent as he thrusts into you completely. Tears fall from your face, the sudden action making your body quiver.

He holds the position for a few minutes, allowing you to adjust before finally moving his hips.

The two of you groan in unison as he pulls back and thrusts into you violently, his balls slapping against your ass noisily. "So good for me," he hums. "Always so fucking good for me."

Your nails claw into his back, his wide chest shielding your body. He's just so fucking big, nearly every inch of you was covered by his stature. His muscular arms wrap themselves around your shoulders, pinning you to the bed while he spreads you open.

His mouth latches onto your neck, pulling and sucking your skin before trailing up towards your lips. "Can't wait to fuck you like this all the time, Princess. Might even plug you up— keep that tight hole open for me. Would you like that, baby? Wanna be daddy's sweet little fucktoy?"

"Daddy, M'gonna cum. Fuck. M'gonna cum."

Lloyd smashes his lips against yours, his thighs clenching around you. "Go ahead, sunshine. Cum all over daddy's cock since that's all you know how to fucking do."

Tears rush down your face as you release. Your words are jumbled, a mixture of Lloyd's name and pure desperation. Your walls clench around him, holding him tightly until you gush around him.

Lloyd fucks you through your orgasm, his hands cupping your face roughly. "Want your cum," you plead. "Wa— want daddy to cum in me."

"Yea?" He mocks. "You sure you can take it, Princess? Cause I'm not gonna let a single drop leak outta you."

"Mhm. I can take it, daddy. Please. Just wanna feel you everywhere. Want— want..."

"Shh, okay, baby. You can have all of daddy's cum. Gonna pump you so full, gorgeous. Then I'll put your pretty dress back on and have you walk around with my cum drippin' down your legs. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are."

"Wanna be your slut, daddy. Want everyone to see how you fill me. Don't care."

You were talking him to an orgasm, your sweet tone spewing out pure filth. Lloyds moans grow louder, his thrusts hitting you deeply.

"Gonna make sure I'm spread open when you come home, can just use me whenever you want, daddy. I don't mind."

"Fuck, I love you so much, Princess," Lloyd shouts as his cock spurs, his body shaking before ropes of cum shoot out of him and fill your abused hole.

"Daddy," you whine, completely overstimulated as another spurt hits your walls.

He kisses you roughly, his thrusts faltering until he lays still inside of you. You're twitching underneath him, a wide smile on your face as you watch him regather his strength.

You whimper once he pulls out, his cum seeping from your hole and joining the mess on the sheets.

"Did so good for me," he murmurs, his hand now clutching yours.

“My pretty baby.” You hum softly as he strokes your head, kissing your nose and cheek.

“Now. How about we start plugging up that pretty ass?"

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x you #Lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen fic #innocent reader #virgin reader #asks #ask box

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cyberghouleo · 7 months

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Any Tim content pls pls 🙏🙏

Maybe a sweet innocent reader 🫶🫶🫶

Would make jokes and innuendos that you don’t understand, he likes watching you stare back at him puzzled as you try to put it together.

SUPER protective over you. He knows others will see your kindness as a weakness and knows he has to be on guard when the two of you are around the others, proving that you are off limits.

Will wrap an arm around your shoulder and bring you close to him while around others. Also will occasionally press a quick kiss into your hair when others aren’t looking, that’s as much pda as he’s willing to do.

If you try to hold hands together around others, at first he moves his hand away. He thinks it’s too vulnerable and the other guys won’t take him as seriously as a leader. But if you are persistent with it, he will slowly start allowing it to happen and won’t inch away, wrapping his hand around yours. Then it turns into his hand slowly inching over to yours first, trying to subtly hold hands under a table.

While your kindness is a big contrast from his brashness, he actually likes how kind you are. It reminds him of a part of his old self, the type of person he was before the Operator got involved with his life.

Deep down he wishes he could protect you from the life and job he has, but he knows he can’t. He’s too far under the Operator’s control to do so, and he finds himself resenting it when he watches you sleep peacefully next to him. You make him realize just how fragile normal life is, and he wishes he could have met you under different circumstances, before he lost his former life.

NSFW

To him, it’s a turn on how innocent you are. He’s into corruption so it’s his goal to turn you from innocent into his personal whore. Also gives him an advantage in power over you, something he won’t complain about. At first you are shy, covering yourself up with your hands and hiding your face while he’s deep inside you. But slowly you start opening up to him, to the point you are laying down and spreading your legs wide open for him. He’s going to make you a complete slut for him sooner or later.

He loves making you tell him what you want while he’s fucking you, stopping his thrusts until you tell him how badly you want him to fuck you. He’s obsessed with how sweet and innocent you are to everyone else and how pathetic you get as you beg him to fuck you senselessly.

“Tell me exactly what you want” He will say as he bottoms out inside you, completely stopping his thrusting.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say sheepishly, hiding your face behind your hands.

He grabs your wrist, pinning them down to the bed before speaking. “Say it the way I taught you, baby”

If you're inexperienced it makes him fall ten times harder, he loves the idea of being the only one to have you and his dick being the only one you know. He will make you grind down onto his fingers, enjoying how embarrassed you are and how clumsy your movements are. He finds it hot to be able to teach you exactly how to touch yourself and watching you try to stuff all of him into your mouth.

Uses your innocence and sweetness against you while degrading you, using fake pity against you whenever you act embarrassed. “Aw, can the poor baby not take it? Don’t tell me you’re fucked out already, hmm?”

#tim wright x reader #masky x reader #marble hornets #creepypasta x reader #masky marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim masky #creepypasta #x reader #innocent reader #request #all i do is write abt corruption it feels like LOL sry not sry #smut #currently got some cod brainrot so im trying to focus on writing the proxies lol #also didnt proof read this loll fuck it we ball

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promiscuouscutie · 2 months

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All Yours pt. 7

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Warnings for this part: voyeurism, mentions of losing virginity, masturbation, Ethan having dirty thoughts lol, mentions of murder

You've never felt so ready to leave your math class. You usually lived and breathed statistics, but your mind was elsewhere in those sixty minutes. You thought about his hands on your hips, the way he looked at you with hooded eyes the night he kissed you. God, the way he kissed your jaw, trailing more down your neck to make you giggle at the feeling. You found yourself smiling down at your notes, thinking about how his kisses could make your stomach do flips endlessly. You couldn't believe you had a boyfriend. You couldn't believe Ethan Landry was your boyfriend.

The boy who was always there, willing to listen to you ramble. The boy you first met in Photography I at the beginning of the semester. Who would've known you both had taken AP Art throughout high school, getting the credits needed to take higher art courses in college? That truly was luck; Ethan didn't even know you existed until the first day of classes:

He got in the classroom early, picking a desk in the middle. Five minutes before class started, you rushed in, sweat dripping down your temple. You had gotten lost on campus, but it thankfully did not make you late. You eyed the room, finding yourself locking eyes with the curly-headed boy. You wiped the sweat from your face and walked right over to him with a soft smile on your face. He kept his eyes on you, his heartbeat picking up more and more as you got closer to him. And finally, you said your first words to him:

"Is anyone sitting here?"

He almost forgot he could even speak. He cleared his throat and replied "No. No one's sitting there." A simple answer to a simple question made him feel like he would pass out, getting taken off campus on a stretcher. But you sighed with relief and set your stuff on the desk. You told him your name, and he told you his. You said his name was cute, and he bashfully thanked you. Ever since then, he's wanted you to be his.

Your professor finally closed her packet up and turned the projector off, dismissing everyone. You were one of the first to stand, ready to leave the room, but a voice called your name. You turned to see Mia, a girl you had tutored in the past. She was always kind to you, and a very good listener. She thought your notes were a godsend, and you appreciated the compliment. You hadn't hung out so much outside of class besides tutoring, which you didn't mind. But the two of you would text: she'd send you pics of new jewelry she made, and you'd send her pics that you took around campus, adding to your photography collection.

"Do you even feel ready for this next test?" She asked.

"Sorta. It's kinda hard to think about a test when.."

"..When students are being murdered, yeah. I get the feeling," She finished your train of thought. You sighed, gripping the strap of your bag. Three had died so far, but who was to say the numbers wouldn't go up? It worried you greatly. It was impacting the morale on campus as well. Some students weren't showing up to their classes, afraid of getting hurt.

"I knew one of the students that got murdered," Mia admitted.

"Me too." The thought of Michelle came to mind instantly. As much as you didn't like her, you wouldn't have wanted her killed.

"He was nice, sorta. I mean, we talked about movies a lot. He had a thing for slasher films. Used to go on and on about them. But between you and me," she leaned in close, "He seemed too fascinated in the gore of it. It was kinda unsettling." You shivered at the thought. Mia sighed, pulling a hair tie from her wrist.

"But he was nice. I'll miss the guy," she frowned as she put her curls into a ponytail.

"It's terrible. So depressing," you added.

"What is?" A voice chimed in. You turned to find Ethan standing there, making you gasp a little. He had on a baby-blue collared t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair looking a little frizzy. You noticed how his muscles looked in the shirt, making your heart race a little.

"You're here," you smiled. Ethan didn't tell you he was coming; you had planned to meet him with the group after your classes were done, and you still had one class left for the day.

"Of course. I wanted to see you," he smiled. You could feel your cheeks warming up as Mia narrowed her eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mia! This is my boyfriend, Ethan. Mia's a friend of mine-"

"We've met before," Mia cut you off. You raised both your eyebrows, surprised. You looked up at Ethan, who had no expression on his face as he stared at her.

"Oh! Do you guys have classes together?" You questioned.

"We went to high school together," Mia explained. Well, what a small world!

Ethan's hand snuck around yours, pulling you closer to him. "Can we get going, pretty?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I'll see you later Mia, okay?" You smiled, waving at her. Ethan kissed your temple, already turning to leave, pulling you with him. As Ethan kept you glued to his side, he looked back at Mia, glaring at her. You didn't notice, too busy fumbling with the zipper on your black jacket. His grip on your hand stayed until you made it out of the building. He dropped it and sat on the nearest bench under a tree.

"So, tell me about your class. How was it, pretty?" He smiled, staring at you. You smiled widely, immediately going on and on about all the things you learned, the little moments where your professor made you laugh, and the doodles you put on the margins of your notes. He didn't interrupt your rambling, simply taking everything in. He couldn't believe you were his girlfriend, his first one at that. All the time he spent obsessing over you amounted to this: calling you his sweet, dumb thing. Not that you were dumb; you were a smart girl. You just had this sense of innocence; you lacked experience. Something about that drove him crazy; it played out in his fantasies all the time:

You'd be whimpering as he spread your thighs apart, showing him out much you were aching, dripping in your panties. He'd groan at the sight of the growing wet patch, whining as he rubs you through your panties. You'd start mewling at the friction, almost on the verge of begging for him to be rougher. He'd slip your panties off and shove them in his pocket, knowing he'd fuck his cock up into them later. He'd press his lips all over your thigh as he rubs your clit in a circular motion, getting closer and closer before meeting your pussy face-to-face. As he starts to suck on your--

"Ethan?? Did you hear me?" Your voice perked up in his ears, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," He looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes. You took some steps forward, standing in between his legs and playing with his hair. "About what?" Ethan grins, trailing his eyes up your body to meet your face.

I'm thinking about how you'd taste on my tongue. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are," he sighed. You blush profusely as you kiss his forehead. “You’re too cute.” He moved his head back to look up at you, his lips forming a grin once again.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked.

“Nothing much. I was gonna review for my stats exam, but that's about it. Why?" you asked.

"Well, I was wondering if I could come over."

"Oh! Yeah! That'd be great. We could invite the others too, have a little study-"

"No." Your eyebrows raise at the interruption. "No?" You repeat.

"I was thinking we could hang out alone. Just me and you." Ethan stared with alluring eyes, trying to persuade you. And it worked! You felt yourself melting, brushing your fingers against his.

"I'd like that! That sounds nice.." You trail off for a moment, "What do you wanna do?" Ethan had some ideas in mind, all of which involved you becoming a blubbering mess.

"Hm, I don't know! I could help you study, or we could watch movies together," he suggested.

"We can watch scary movies!"

"Yes! What about slashers?" You cringed at the thought, shaking your head.

"I don't think I could sit through one of those, considering everything that's been happening recently." For a moment, Ethan forgot about the killings. He forgot the part he played in the torment of the Carpenter sisters. He forgot the mission his father wanted to complete as a family, to avenge his older brother.

For a few minutes, he was just a boy, talking to the girl he loved.

"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry. I didn't even think about it."

"It's okay. We'll figure something out," you smile. His heartbeat quickened again, feeling pulled into your presence.

"Of course we will, pretty." He pressed his lips on your temple before pulling out his phone, groaning at the texts his sister sent:

Stop talking to your plaything and hurry up. Dad wants to meet. -sis

Omg I can see the vein popping out of your forehead -sis

Little brooo lets gooo :0 -sis

"What's wrong, E?" He shoved his phone back into his pocket, scoffing at his sister's impatience.

"I have to go."

"Already?" You felt sad, wishing this moment would last longer. He lifts your chin up, looking at your pouty lips.

"Don't be sad. I'm coming over tonight, remember?" You nodded, and he pulled your face into a kiss. He selfishly wanted to leave you longing for him, whiny. He deepened the kiss towards the end before pulling away, making your cheeks warm up.

"I'll text you when I'm on my way tonight!" He called out.

"Okay! See you soon!" You both go your separate ways, thinking about the other, wondering what would await when the night sky came.

"He's coming over?!" Annika gasps as she put the dishes away. You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch.

"Yes, Anika! And I'm freaking out! What am I supposed to wear?? The clothes I already have on?? What do I do?!" You can hear Anika laughing at your helplessness, not having a care in the world.

"Girl, just put on some comfy clothes. You said you might watch movies, right?" You peek your head over the cushions, like a deer in headlights. "Yeah?"

"That'll be the perfect time to cuddle with him! Wear comfy clothes! Wait, is he sleeping over?"

"I didn't think that far ahead," you say sheepishly.

"Well if he does, I'm not gonna be here. I'll be at Mindy's again, so don't worry about me interrupting you two," she smirked. You roll your eyes at the comment. You jumped off the couch, standing on your feet. "Can you help me pick out my clothes?"

"Of course!" She smiled sweetly. You always appreciated Anika's advice when it came to clothes. She could praise you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She'd help you pick out outfits to add to your wardrobe all the time. It was safe to say she had heavy influence over the clothes in your dresser. But that wasn't a bad thing! She had great style and helped you find your own.

As you slipped on different outfits, you found yourself remembering the first kiss again. The way he pulled you into his lap, the heavy breathing between the both of you, the way he grabbed your ass. Would he do that tonight? Would he want to go further and have sex? Am I even ready?

You were gonna be honest: you've never had sex. You never felt comfortable getting to that point with anyone in high school, but now you were in college, and you had Ethan in your life. You've touched yourself before, explored your body at night when you were alone. Ethan could attest to that; he'd seen you through the hidden camera in your room.

He replayed the footage on his laptop every night, watching you get yourself dressed and ready for bed. His hands would wander when your hand journeyed down your body, into your underwear. He'd patch your pace, trying to cum at the same time as you. He imagined his hand was yours, coaching him through the process. He relished in the expressions you'd make as you bit your lip, getting closer and closer. He couldn't believe how dirty you were, his little plaything. As much as he hated when Quinn called you that, he found himself liking it recently. It was probably the relationship change, going from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend.

Speaking of Ethan, while you were finding the perfect outfit, he was listening to his father drone on and on about the Carpenter sisters. He and his sister, Quinn, sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He couldn't recall the last time the three of them had been in this house, the house they grew up in. There was a time when Richie woudl lighten the room, putting a smile on everyone's face, even their mom's. The memory of his mother's face made him shudder, bringing him back to reality.

"Ethan? Any updates?" His father repeated.

"What?"

"UPDATES. On the Carpenter sisters. You got anything?"

"O-oh. No. Sorry," he averted his eyes. His father scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Ethan, you've got to be fully in this. Alright? You can't just walk away. They killed my son, your brother. Have you forgotten that?"

"No sir."

"Good! Is there anything you can tell me? Maybe someone we have to watch out for?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "Someone recognized me from high school."

"Who?"

"This girl, Mia. She and I used to be friends when Richie was still around, but after he died, we kinda grew apart." His father narrowed his eyes. "So she knows you're related to Richie."

"Yeah."

"Hm. Interesting. Has she said anything to you?"

"No. But she didn't look happy to see me." Quinn glanced at him, growing anxious.

"Quinn could make a visit to this...Mia girl." Ethan's eyes grew wide. "What? No! She hasn't done anything. She just recognizes me."

"Son, I'm not taking any chances. We can't have anyone connecting us to these killings. We need alibis, so find one for yourself tonight. Understand?"

"But dad, she doesn't-"

"Do you understand?" He repeats with a louder voice. Ethan shrinks in his seat, only nodding. His father smiled. "Good."

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#scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #corruption kink #scream 6 smut #ethan landry smut #eventual smut #possessive #innocent reader #fem reader #scream 6

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1-800-local-whore · 1 year

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Sirius Black x Sweet/Innocent fem! reader

Marauder Era

Smut

Lucky - Britney Spears

warnings : sex, arranged marriage, cold husband, suspicion to cheating (no actual cheating), pregnancy-mentioned, angst, hurt, hemophilia, mention of blood, {probably missed something}, no y/n used, no physical description of reader

a/n : my work from wattpad. do not steal, copy, or repost {as in take and claim as your own work}. Enjoy babes.

words : 12k

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This is a story about a girl named Lucky

Her whole life, she knew. She knew her adult life was planned out for her, laid down like bricks. Every detail inscribed down to when she would have children and how many. It was something accepted, something she honestly was somewhat excited for.

An arranged marriage was awaiting her, the only problem was to who. That was still a question. It was the same thing that had happened to her parents, all she wished for was it would become the same marriage. Her father was not the best man, he was greedy and always searching for more fortune. But his love for her mother was real.

The marriage had started off very professional but over the time the couple grew to love each other and that blossomed into a real partnership, as if they had been soulmates the whole time. She wanted even just a sliver of that feeling between her and her predetermined husband.

Many bachelors have come along in an endeavor to just have one date with her. She had rejected all of them, mostly because she did not want to become attached just to leave them for a marriage between families. Her schooling years were lonely for that fact, but she had her best friend to lean against. Regulus Black, a boy a few months older than her. The pair had been close ever since their first year. The sorting had placed her in Slytherin and she sat next to him at the table.

Over the years they had spend many hours together, even had sleepovers during Holidays. Everything about their relationship was the definition of platonic. Going to each other about relationship issues (mostly on Reggie's side) and homework (also mostly on his part). Their families encouraged the companionship hardcore, both being from respected pure-blood families. Neither one every being jealous of the other. Strictly best friends, childhood best friends.

In addition to the relations between the young students, came spending time with his older brother. Her and Sirius never had a falling out, rarely ever spoke to each other actually. But the rare occasion they did, it was not unpleasant but she could tell he would have rather been any where else. It would be a lie to say she did not find him attractive. Sirius Black was a very attractive man, just always cold towards her. Always coming off slightly rude with rushed conversation, looking anywhere but at her. Her heart pang with hurt each time, but she would push it down and think about her mystery husband.

What would he be like? Would he be cruel and unkind towards her, resentful even? Or would he cherish her like a delicate flower and look at her like a queen? These questions always flooded her mind. He could be freshly out of school or older than her own father.

"Do you think he's our age Reggie?" she floated into the air, staring at the ceiling from her friends bed.

Regulus was deep in thought, looking down at the question he had just answered. Muttering a "not sure" to her, before asking for a check on the answer.

"No, it's mandrake." She responded flopping back on the bed as he went back to hunching over his desk.

"Why do you even need this class? It has nothing to do with your future?" She continued to question him. And he of course, did not have an answer for her.

The teenagers had finished their last year at Hogwarts the year prior, both deciding to further their education. Regulus was attempting to enter the ministry for a job that she could not ever remember. She had started her training in becoming a healer, caring for people had always come naturally for her so why not make a career out of it.

Their parents had formed a bond with each other because of the two kids. The families were having a small dinner together at the Black residence. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing exciting, plus the best friends got to see each other. They enjoyed each other's company. So much so that many rumors went around school that they had coupled off, which was far from the truth. She had seen this boy with vomit all over his body from partying the night before, cleaned him up too. If any romantic feelings were harbored, well they just were not on either part. They told each other everything, down to the last, little detail.

There was a knock on the door, waiting for Regulus to allow them to come in. Kreacher popped his head into the room, telling them that supper was ready to be served and they were requested to the dinning room. They walked down together, laughing at stupidly fond memories of other Slytherins and mishaps that happened at school.

When they make it to the room, their parents are waiting. Father's had the head of the table, mothers chatting across from each other. Regulus sat next her at the table, in the spots the usually occupy, basically giggling to each other. Talking lowly to not be shushed and told to stop fooling around. The group had been waiting some time, food should be out any time now. The doors of the grand room open and close loudly when someone steps through them.

Sirius Black. It was rare he joined them in supper. His leather jacket wrapped around his body as a perfect fit, complimenting his body. She noticed his hair was almost to his shoulders with a slight curl. Nothing really compared to the short, curly hair his brother sported. He looked majestic almost with the way his hair shook as he walked to the chair right in front of her. Boots thumping against the ground each step he took. Her heartbeat seemed like it was mimicking the sounds as he moved closer.

She could also see the slight smudge of red lipstick on the collar of the jacket and the faintest smell of floral perfume. She looked down at her lap, she knew that scent. Nadia Antonov. A gorgeous woman that was the same age as Sirius. She had moved just before Hogwarts from Russia, her accent still held prevalent in her English to this day. She was tall, slim, and pale. She had beautiful dark hair and piercing eyes, breath-taking. She had also been an on and off again girlfriend of Sirius's. One of the two girlfriends she had known he had. She looked down at her plate when he sat down across her, feeling his eyes on her. He was never outright mean to her but she could feel the judgement radiating off him every time they were near each other.

"Glad you decided to join us tonight son." His father spoke uninterested.

"You forced me." Sirius spoke flat.

"Might as well get to it then. Sirius, you and Y/N are getting married soon. Congratulations." His mother spoke quick, clapping her hands together excitedly.

Her eyes widened, looking up from her lap. Immediately at Regulus, who wore an apologetic smile. She was marrying Sirius Black of all people. She transferred her gaze to her parents, the smiles on their face were radiant. Something she could not feel for the person directly across from her. She could practically feel the anger radiating for him.

"Her? HER! Of all people, you give me her?" His voice was somewhat calm, but spit venom.

She refused to look at him, instead opted to pick at the fabric of her skirt near her knee. His words stung enough, she did not need to see the look of disgust he would be wearing as well. The feeling weighted heavy on her chest, her soon-to-be husband's disgust towards her. All types of insecurities filled her, bursting at the seems.

She flinched at the sound of his fists hitting the supper table, eyes squeezing shut tightly to drown out the screaming match between Sirius and his mother. Only picking up bits about how rude he was being and that it wouldn't matter in the end because their decision was final. She tried to reach for Regulus's hand, seeking comfort from him. But he refused, pulling his hand away and sitting back in his seat in a huff of anger.

Sirius began to storm out of the room.

"Weddings in December. Be ready." That was all his father spoke the entire time before moving on to a discussion with her father.

The entire dinner was held in silence only suffocating the two friends, the adults continued as if nothing had happened just prior until they were excused from the table. She followed her friend back up to his bedroom, his steps quick and long. She could barely keep up with him, his irritating sighing doing nothing to help her own feelings. He only turned towards her when they reached the archway into his bedroom.

"You were the one thing I had that he did not. You were my friend. Now you don't even have a choice. He still gets you, he still gets to steal from me. He has taken anything I have ever gotten, you were something he could not have. You were just supposed to be my annoying best fucking friend." Regulus ranted, blocking the entrance to the room.

"Reggie, I can still be your friend." She was afraid her voice would betray her, it did.

"I..." he huffed "I'm not sure I want something of his."

"Oh."

She nodded in understanding. She knew his feelings towards his brother, very particular about certain things. She was an understanding person, she knew his emotions were high and how well he could communicate them. He just needed time to adjust, they all needed time. But time was against them, December was only a month away. This wedding was going to happen no matter who protested and was going to happen when it was said to. There was no changing anyone's mind. She smiled sadly at her friend before asking him to move so she could collect her things.

"I think it's best if I leave now. I'll see you soon Reg." She spoke quietly with a broken voice. Her attempts to hold back on crying were almost deceiving her.

"No. You don't have to leave.." She cut him off.

"It's okay Reggie, really. It's a big change, everyone needs some time to process it."

With that she walked out of his room, a questionable feeling in her chest. She knew this marriage hurt her friend, after Sirius's outburst it hurt her too. But there was no time for pity, she just had to push through it. She walked to her mother. Both her and Walburga were chatting in a living space. No doubt about the wedding based on the swatches laid along the table in front of them.

"Hello mother, Mrs. Black. Thank you for the wonderful evening. But I must be off, I have an important exam coming up. I look forward to the next time I see you." She wore her best smile, one that gave the facade of happiness.

"As well" Walburga addressed the girl

before moving back to her mother, holding up another poring of colors and went deep into discussion once again.

Early morning, she wakes up

It's time for makeup, perfect smile

That announcement had been over a month ago. Today was the day of the wedding. It was a month built in isolation, she had not seen Sirius since, or really even Regulus. If it had not been for her healer classmates, she would have not spoken to anyone the entire time. Her world has been a quiet chaos, overwhelming her with no sign of stopping for a long time. The lonely feeling lodging itself deep into her chest, stuffing up her throat without a centimeter of air to flow through.

Her mother had her woken up early, barely past dawn. The wedding was not for hours, but she started prepping the event. She went into the bathroom to an already filled tub, steam rolling of the porcelain tub. The bathroom was honestly the only place she had recently for peace. Stripping out of her pajamas, she dipped into the scorching water, letting the water take over her body. The heat felt amazing against her stresses body.

She wordlessly flicked on the radio she had on the counter. With closed eyes, she relaxed into the water with an earful of "Try A Little Tenderness" by Otis Redding. It had been a favorite of her song and even musician since she was a little girl, dreaming about her very own wedding that was only hours away now. She was not really dreading the wedding per se, everything was just extremely stressful. Soaking in the water was a must have for today. She hummed along to the beat, running water along her arms with a soaped cloth.

She scrubbed her head, trying to cleanse the self doubt away. She did not want today to be miserable, but she feared that was out of her grasp. Dunking herself, water rushed filling her ears. Making her feel as physically heavy as she had been emotionally. Coming up only for a gasp of air before quickly submerging again. It had finally come time to step from the safety of her tub, only when her mother knocked relentlessly letting her know her time was running out.

The entire day was spent pampering, trying to get everything perfect to the finest detail. She would be officially wed in four hours, the finishing touches were placed on her face. Staring back in the mirror, it felt like someone else in her shoes. Not that it was a bad thing, she felt confident and beautiful, especially once her hair was pulled and pinned in a way that looked ethereal. This was the girl her younger self always pictured would be standing at the alter, dolled up in a white dress.

Stepping into the dress felt unreal, especially once it was completely zipped up on her body. The long, solid sleeves clung to her arms before cutting off at the wrists. The collar sitting lower on her chest, just enough for her collarbones to be on display. The neckline V'd towards the center of the chest, hugging at the waist before flowing outwards as the fabric reached the floor. The dress was fitted perfectly and made her feel like a real princess, like a queen.

The "couple" were to be wed in Black manor, which sort of stresses her out. The last time she had entered that place, nothing good came of it. But she was optimistic about today. Ready for it to bring new opportunities and chances. She arrived a few hours before with her mother, again touching up her makeup and hair before slipping on her white heels and giving herself a once over again in the mirror. 'Ready as I'll every be' she thought, wiping her sweaty hands down the side of her dress. She sat at the vanity waiting for the time to come.

She really had no say in anything about the wedding. Her only suggestion was to include the gold color, not because she wanted it to look or be expensive. The color relaxed her, the shininess gave a weird comfort. 'The color of wisdom, though many only see the greed that follows gold around." She could not remember who told her that, but it stuck. All she hoped was that it was included in some aspects, give her some control over this situation, over her life.

It felt like years, waiting in a desolate room by herself. Her mind racing, constantly going over the date. December 16, 1980. December 16, 1980. She was only eighteen, her husband twenty-one. Everything felt so quick, so rushed. Her chest felt it was caving in on itself, her dress was restricting airflow to her lungs. Drowning, that's what it felt like. She was drowning, suffocating from the pressure of her life. Hysteric is almost how she felt, pacing back and forth in the cold room. She's been wallowing in stress and the threat of tears for hours now. The pressure behind her eyes and between her temples screamed against them. They were centimeters away from falling when a light knock filled the silent space.

She moved slowly towards the door, it should not have been time yet. She slowly opened the door, her body hidden and only an eye peeking through.

"Hi!" A brightly, loving smile filled her vision, along with the bright red hair, "do you mind if I come in?"

She did not speak, but let the woman in. It was Lily Evans, or Potter now. Her and James had gotten married the summer before, she had heard about it through the papers and Regulus.

"I know how stressful today can be, and it's never fun to be completely isolated!" Lily took a seat on the ottoman at the end of the bed, "are you crying blood?"

Lily jumped up from her seat trying to tend to the girl.

"No." her voice small "Well yes, but this happens."

She waved Lily off, grabbing a white cloth and dabbed away the pink tinted tears she had not realized shedded. Although the company was refreshing, she and Lily had never been friends. She looked up to Lily academically during school and admired her for her stubborn and self-assured attitude she always wore. As if reading her mind.

"Marrying into this family is a change. I mean I married James, but Sirius is basically his brother. He's a good man, stupid, but good. Everything will fall into place. Hopefully his head levels off soon." She let out a little laugh, easing the tense mood that held the air originally. "Besides, you look gorgeous. Anyone could see that!"

She and Lily spent the next several minutes chatting like they were old friends. Lily welcomed a warm light, and a comforting presences in the dark manor they were currently occupying. She helped apply finishing touches physically and mentally, trying to help the girl feel as beautiful as she looked. Even quickly removing a light pink stain from the chest of the dress with her permission.

"So, I'll see you at the after party at James and I's house? Harry is with my parents for the weekend, I could not be more excited for this party!" Lily cooed at the thought of a normal weekend.

"What?" She was confused, what party.

"Sirius put it together. Oh I'll see you later." Lily left as her mother barged into the room, ready to usher her daughter to the alter where her husband was waiting.

She took the time the think about what Lily had said. Sirius had put an after party together? Maybe it was a surprise for after the wedding, a peace offering between the soon to be wed. She could not dwell on the thoughts for too long. A bouquet was stuffed into her hands as her father inter locked their arms. Her mother masked her face with the sheer vail, clapping her hands together before rushing back into the room that held the Black family, Her own family, and Sirius's friends.

The organ vibrates the floor as a wedding tune began to play, signaling the entrance of the bride. As the doors opened, the rows of people stood and faced them. Her heartbeat was in her throat, all the eyes on her was overwhelming, she noticed one set was on anything but her. Sirius could not bring himself to even glance in her direction. A stabbing sensation filled her heart and lungs, he could at least acknowledge she was suffering as well as he was in the arrangement.

Towards the end of the rows, she spotted Lily, who wore a bright smile and gave her the thumbs up in encouragement. She took a deep breath and continued with her fathers pace before reaching the alter. Sirius looked unimpressed and bored with the whole function. Maybe that was why she felt so guilty for finding him incredible attractive in this moment.

Sirius was wearing a black suit, crisp and tailored to his toned body. A sleek, black tie laid over the black vest that's as snug to his torso. The black overcoat fell off his shoulders, a white undershirt contrasting the dark colors. His hair was slicked back on the sides, the ends curled in an orderly fashion. A sight she had never seen, usually he had unkempt curls framing his face. He looked pale, with a slight shadow of facial hair peeking through the undertones of his clear skin. He was breathtaking to say the least, but his eyes bothered her. They almost held disgust or distaste, an uncomfortable feeling filled her chest. She knew she was not the pick of the litter but marrying her could not have been that bad.

He reluctantly moved the vail behind her head. Peering down at her for a second before moving his eyes away from her quickly. The officiant had begun, his deep voice spooking her more than bringing comfort. Truthfully, his gravely voice upset her. It was scary, she was already terrified by the scene unfolding in front of her. She zoned out, not listening to a word said until a knife was held in front of her face. Sirius took it hastily, and sliced a small cut into his hand. Reluctantly, she did the same. Wincing at the sharp blade against the palm of her hand, almost crying because of the painful cut. She did not handle pain very well.

The officiant spoke a few more words as blood oozed from both their hands. He ushered the pair to connect their right hands together, the ones that had been cut. He placed the respective rings onto their left ring fingers, a weird, tingly sensation spread through their veins with the mingling of their blood being the source. The Black family wanted them to be tied to each other by blood, thus having their interlocked fingers start to burn as the union became almost painful.

They were finally allowed to release each other, the officiant casting a spell to heal and clean their hands.

"I, now pronounce you as Mr. and Mrs. Sirius Black."

Both their respective families clapped formally. But Sirius's friends whooped and hollered at the union. As the newly weds walked passed them on the way out, James gave a loud wolf whistle, causing Lily to smack him in the chest.

The couple walked completely out of the house into an awaiting carriage. The ride was silent, she had no idea where they were even heading. Sirius had still not spoken to her, and she was unsure when or if he ever would. It shows that he was still extremely upset about the arrangement. The carriage stopped after about thirty minutes of flying, outside of a townhouse. The magical house appeared completely wedged between the other muggle houses. Sirius silently entered the home, as if he knew his way around it already. He silently went up the stairs, she stayed in the entrance basking in the place.

Sirius ran down the steps with hefty stomps, grumbling as he did so.

"Welcome home. I'm going out, so don't wait up for me. Your room is on the left." His words were fast as he pushed past and out the door. It clicked shut with a loud clash, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and tense.

Instead of dwelling on the boy, she moved up the stairs to find the room he was talking about. It was decorated the exact same as her room back at her parents house. It was the first thing this entire day, or even this month to bring her any comfort. She flopped down on her bed, still in her full wedding attire. The events of today settled in. She was finally married, to a young and handsome man. Whom had just left her alone for the night, the night of her wedding. Tears started pouring out of her eyes now as loud sobs wracked the whole house. He was going to a party he planned for their wedding and did not even tell her about it. Lily told her, Lily said she would see her later. Now she wondered what Sirius was going to tell all of them.

Mascara and eyeliner ran down her cheeks, her face became streaky as she sunk into the bed. She was alone on her wedding night, the most joyous day of her life. Well what was supposed to be joyous.

She changed into an old, battered long sleeve night shirt and fluffy pajama pants, before she charmed her hair to just lay in a ratted bun instead of pinned together like before. She did not even bother washing her face, leaving the remanence of her pain on her face. It would leave another painful reminder in the morning but she did not care at the moment. Her body and mind was extremely fatigued from the events of the day.

She silently crept down the stairs, exploring only slightly while trying to locate the kitchen. She knew if this was Sirius's home there would be alcohol somewhere. She hit the jackpot after opening one cabinet in the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey, forgoing a glass, she popped the seal off and gave it a big chug.

Once she was back in her room, she turned her record player on that had been moved into her room. Playing her favorite record, she once again today sang along to "Try A Little Tenderness", while crying into a bottle of whiskey that was soothing her soul slightly after every chug. Soon the bottle was empty and so were her tears, she just laid on her bed and listened to the song on repeat.

Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl

And they say

She's so lucky

It was March, spring smells started filling the air slowly. She and Sirius had been married for around four months now, four long, lonely, and cold months. They never spent anytime together, other than the slight PDA at family gatherings and galas. The bare minimum of an arm around the other for a few seconds of the night. His mother had been shoving the ideas of an heir, the pressure of continuing their pure-blood legacy with another Black to join the bunch. This would not have been such a bad idea, but their marriage was not consummated yet. She was not really sure if it ever will be.

She sat at a table, body clad with a darling dress. It was a baby blue, long sleeved dress. Flowing down passed her feet, a low slit running up the side. A drastic contrast to the dark colors of the people around her. Champagne buzzed through her system, making her brain a little fuzzy and her cheeks a tint of red. Her husband was no where to be found at the moment, she had just escaped his mother with more pressuring of a child.

She had recently been thinking of children. The house is very lonely, mostly just occupying her and a sweet, little elf named Peekey. She enjoyed their shared moments in the solitude of the dead home. Sirius was always away for work, or out on the weekends with Remus. Nothing was really confining her to the home, but with no friends outside of Healing School, she spent many cold nights alone in her bed.

"Your mother is such a... pest!" She whispered out to Regulus. Looking around to make sure no one was listening.

One thing had come from attending all of these gatherings. Her friendship with Regulus has rekindled, after hours filled with tears and sobs from both ends. Now they often spent most of the evenings at parties with each other. Regulus was much more intoxicated then she was. She did not mind though, the feeling of taking care of someone and them depending on her, filled her heart with happiness.

"Woah there, no need for name calling." Regulus snorted with rolled eyes. "Honestly, pest is too nice of a word."

"I'm serious Reggie. She keeps bombarding me with questions of a child! Sirius and I have not even..." Regulus cut his friend off.

"I do not need to hear about the sex life of my brother."

She huffed, stressed from the nights antics already. "I was going to say kissed."

She sipped more on her glass of champagne, scanning the room for any familiar faces. Only ones she did not really feel like conversing with in the moment. Polishing off her glass, she watched Regulus down another shot before stomping away towards the bathroom. While he was away, she refilled her glass and swirled it around. Many people gawked at her, mostly younger women with a few exceptions to older ones. In awe of the woman who married THE Sirius Black. They would constantly ask questions about what marriage was like to such a dreamy man. Call it what you want, but she wanted some fun with her life. She would make up wild stories of adventures and dates they had been on. Not wanting to crush their dreams of a doting husband, they would all fawn over sweet stories she would make up on the spot. Giggling slightly to herself when they would comment on how loving he seemed. Some even asked for dirty details, which she would flat out avoid talking about. Not only did she not know anything about Sirius sexually, she had no experience herself to fabricate a believable story. The questions were also extremely personal and uncomfortable for her.

"Oh dear, why don't you go find your husband. Call it an early night, you know. Heirs do not just make themselves." Walberga placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, ushering her to find Sirius with more comments on children.

She did not look very hard for Sirius, he was probably already gone. She was stationed near the restrooms, searching for her drunk friend. She spotted him across the room at the refreshment table once more. She quickly gathered him up, pulling the alcoholic beverage out of his hands and onto the table.

"Okay Reg, time to go home."

The journeys home with drunk Regulus are always a fun trip. They stopped around three times on the ride home for him to throw up outside of the carriage. Upon returning to her shared home, he spewed about twice, once on her shoes. She cleaned him up, tipping a glass of water into his mouth. She changed him into one of the spare sets of clothes he kept in her room, an agreement they made after Regulus had woken up in a puke-drenched shirt.

She laid him in her bed and walked to the connected bathroom to ready herself for bed. Her body felt the relief as the dress slipped off her body, she hung it up on the closet door. Switching into way less formal and more ratty sleeping clothes. Her hair pulled back messily, and her face cleansed of make up. They had at least three more events to make an appearance at within the next two weeks. Events she was dreading because his mother would be there.

Regulus was sprawled out on her bed, looking as if he was in a deep sleep. As she laid herself under the covers, he rolled towards her.

"You know, I'm a Black." He stated.

She giggled at his statement, "I do know that Reggie."

He laughed a bit groggy, rolling onto his other side.

"I just mean, I can give an heir and no one would question the paternity." He mumbled.

"What!?" She sort of yelled at her friend. The only response was loud snores from her drunk friend. Drunk, he was drunk. That's what she kept reminding herself as she tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, she decided to just forget what Regulus had proposed. He was beyond drunk and just processing the things she had said hours before.

Regulus woke up at some point in the afternoon, gladly accepting the potions she had to cure his hangover. Already having some food and water prepared for him, doting on people was a way she showed love. The thought of having someone to care for kept her heart beating.

"You know, I meant what I said last night."

"What?" The color draining from her face.

"I know mother can be... overbearing. Sirius does not seem like he would help you in this situation. I'm his brother and your best friend. Let me do this to make up for my actions when the marriage was announced." He held her hand, sitting up on her bed with the covers bunched around his clothed body.

"I don't know Reg, I still don't think I could do that to Sirius." She frowned with a sigh, truthfully she thinks that kids would make her life happier.

"Think about it as a friend helping a friend? Just think about it and the offer will stand. But for now, I gotta go. Work calls me in a few hours unfortunately."

Regulus left giving her one last "think about it" before heading to his home. The hours of the day dragged on slowly. She was not sure that Sirius would be home, but decided on making supper for them anyway. Which lead to another cold, and lonely night shared with her house elf.

She is so lucky, but why does she cry?

If there is nothing missing in her life

Why do tears come at night?

There was a birthday party at the Potter's today. For little Harry, his first birthday. Sirius had actually told her about this party and asked if she wanted to go. Granted he asked about two days ago, but none the less. This was the first event with his friends that he had asked her to tag along with in the seven months they had been married.

"Oh finally! I have been trying to get you to come over for months now!" Lily exclaimed towards the girl as she entered, taking the present for her son out of the girls hands and gave her a swift hug. "I tell Sirius to bring you every time he comes over, I was starting to think you don't like us."

This caught her off guard. She did not even know Lily well enough to really dislike her, but the fact that she wanted her to come over and Sirius never told her.

"I'm sorry Lily, I've been having some... health issues recently."

"Are you-" She cut Lily off quickly.

"Oh no, not that. School and health issues. I'm always drained or doing some tests, but I finally had a free weekend and couldn't be happier to be here."

Although, there was a ping of sadness for her conversation with Lily. Plus, watching Harry all night did not help with the yearn for a child of her own. She never could find a time to bring it up to Sirius.

And again, she went home alone that night. Sirius jetting off to the bar with Remus, or at least that was what Remus told her they were doing. But she did not really care in the moment. She had a good day, left the house, spent time with old acquaintances from school, and got to see cute babies all day. Nothing could put her in a down mood.

It was around, roughly 9 p.m. when the doorbell rang. She was little surprised by that, normally Regulus called ahead and just walked in. Remus would walk in especially if he was with Sirius. She made her way down from her room, in only a tank top and shorts due to the temperature rising outside.

"Hello?" She answered the door a bit drowsy considering she was almost asleep a minute prior.

"Oh 'ello, little von. Is Sirius 'ome?" It was Nadia.

Nadia, Sirius's girlfriend before the arraignment was made. She looked as beautiful as ever standing in front of her in all her tall glory. It just did not make sense to her why she would be at her home.

"Oh, um no sorry. He isn't home right now." Her voice timid, like she was afraid to answer the woman in front of her.

"Shame. Wanted to tell 'em I had great time with 'em the other day. That I can not wait for next time. You tell 'em day for me?" Her smile looked devilish, like she was smirking in a triumphant victory.

The wind seemed knocked from her lungs and ears clogged.

"Sure, I'll let him know. You have nice night and be safe." She spoke before closing the door as the beautiful woman sauntered down the stairs to the house.

She felt like tears were going to explode out of her eyes, she did not understand why it hurt so much. She felt so dumb, of course he was cheating on her. She also felt stupid for being upset, Sirius treated her considerable good for what some arranged marriages have been, the relatives she's seen. He is not abusive, just they do not communicate. He can be cold towards her when they speak, the little they do speak, but he has never been extremely cruel towards her.

She feels betrayed in a way, she put her happiness aside to stay loyal to a man who could careless about her in general. Without thinking she picked up the landline in the kitchen and dialed Regulus's number.

"I've changed my mind Reggie. I want a baby. Meet at my house Friday night." She did not even wait for him to respond before placing the phone back down.

Her school had just let out for the year, her week was so barren that she decided she would not waste a single night sober. Starting tonight, she took a cheap bottle of wine up to her bedroom, listening to music, and sipping on the bottle. She thought about her life once more. What had she done to deserve this? She was always good, always listening and obeying. She did not reject the idea of marrying someone her parents paired her to, even when it meant losing a friend. Now her husband is cold and unfaithful. She could handle him being cold and resenting towards her, but the fact that he would seek comfort in someone else. It just hurt, was she not pretty enough for him? Not his type? Was he repulsed by the idea of her so much that he spent every weekend and day he could away from her and their shared home. She was not even invited to her own weddings after party because her husband arranged it without telling her.

She feels silly, she's living a comfortable life that anyone would be happy to have. Technically she is married to The Sirius Black, any girl would swoon at those thoughts. Her home is a decent size, enough for her to have her own space. She had doting elves that are just too cute, lavish parties that require gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry to attend. Riches from an old, wealthy family, though she does not dive into their funds and uses her own money. Except when her mother in law gives her money for dresses. She was about to start her own healing career. Her life was like a dream come true to others, making her feel selfish for wanting more. Pathetic for crying and drinking over what is considered minor in their marriage.

This went on more about two more days, drinking until she passed out, throwing up on her sheets, sobering up enough to change them and lounge around for the rest of the day, barricading in her room. She took two days off of drinking, her stash was running low and she needed to run to the store. But she felt no motivation to leave her bed.

Thursdays were days Sirius did not work, so he normally went out on Wednesdays. She assumed he had been gone for hours now, she was half a bottle of whiskey deep, and now out of alcohol. But she was not done for tonight, not even close. With the day approaching for Regulus to show up, the more nervous she got, the more nervous she was the more scared she became. Life moved so fast for her, she was not even twenty yet. But this how life goes for the woman in her family and many others. The fact that she was yet to conceive a child was alarming to her parents and Sirius's, although they did not know they had not even tried.

Not her best moment, but decided she would go to the store in this moment for more alcohol. The air was bit colder than she thought, hugging herself she stumbles down the paved side walk, clutching money in one of her hands. Singing quietly to herself, a strong breeze almost knocked her over. She stumbled almost to the ground, laughing at the fact before steadying herself and continuing towards the store.

She bumped shoulders with a tall, lanky man.

"Oops! Sorry Sir." She giggled before walking forward.

The man gently grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him and around to face him.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asked, almost sounding concerned.

"Oh hi Remus! Jus- gettin' more of me whiskeyyyy, I ran out." She pouted at the end of her sentence.

"You really shouldn't be out at night, especially drunk and alone. Where are your shoes?" She looked down at her bare feet, toes stiffly wiggling in the cold.

"Oh!" she giggled "must've forgotten them? I jus-really got out of me bed." Her accent coming through a little thicker.

"Okay, you barely have clothes, let's get you home. Where is Sirius?" Remus questioned, leaning forward to help the girl lean against him. Taking the cash from her hand when she complained about it cramping.

"Ion knowww... thought he was with youuu!!" She poked his belly slightly before focusing back on her stepping.

"You know, hodoubenekakskndbrehisyxh."

"What did you say?" Remus laughed at her incoherent speech a little bit.

"I have no idea." She hiccuped and held tighter around his waist when she felt she was about to fall.

"You are pretty entertaining little one, you should come out with us some time."

"Sirius never invites me, didn't even 'vite me to me own wedding party." She grumbled.

Remus grimaced, eyebrows furrowed, "he did not invite you?"

"Nope, Lily told me. But why go somewhere I am unwanted you know."

"We want you there. You are our friends wife, we want to be your friend too." Remus reasoned with her.

"Maybe. But some people do not. That's okay though, it doesn't matter." Her body shutters as the urge to cry flows up into her eyes. She's unable to control the tears that flow down.

Remus stops when he hears her sobbing. "Hey it's okay, there is no need to- is that blood? Why are your tears red? Are you crying blood? Oh shit!! What do I..."

Remus started to freak out, but she calmed him down in a second.

"It's a medical 'dition. I 'cry blood' sometimes. I fine, promise." She smiled at him as he wiped her eyes, but another wave of tears washes over her. "I think Sirius is cheating on me."

Remus stiffened, "why do you think that?"

"Nadia came over the other day. Said so, with her too. Are we almost home, I'm tired."

Remus picked her up and carried her the block back to her home, he had been heading this way originally. But him and Sirius had some matter to discuss currently. When he reached the home someone was outside, in front of the door.

Regulus had also shown up wanted to speak to Sirius. Remus set her down in Regulus grasp, she giggled to her friend, telling him stupid jokes and how much she loved him as her best friend. The door was locked and she did not have her keys on her. Remus started banging on the door, waiting for Sirius to open up.

The sight behind the door on Sirius's end was honestly hilarious. His best friend looking slightly irritated, his brother worried and almost nervous, and his wife smiling and drunk beyond recollection.

"We need to talk." Remus said flat.

The group moved inside.

"I need to talk with you too brother, but I'm going to take care of her first." Regulus walked her up the stairs and out of the vision of the other boys.

"So what is it you need to talk about Rem." Sirius asked relaxed, lounging on the couch, assuming Remus would follow.

"Are you serious?" Remus stood in front of him.

"Yes?" Sirius looked confused.

"No you fucking idiot. I found YOUR wife drunk and alone, almost into the middle of the town. Barely clothed, no shoes, and a wad of cash in her hands." Remus tried to keep his voice steady, tossing the cash into Sirius's chest.

"Oh. I had no idea she was gone." Sirius felt uncomfortable under his friends gaze.

"She told me how you don't invite her out with us on the weekends, and I know Lily practically begs you. Did you really not invite her to the party after your-HER wedding." Remus's voice was fluctuating between anger and disappointment.

Sirius closed his eyes. He felt horrible about how he had been treating her, how cold he had been. How stand-offish, but truthfully he just did not know how to process and handle his emotions.

"Merlin Sirius! Do you know anything about your wife?" Remus exclaimed, gripping his hair in irritation.

"Not really." He sighed, holding his face in his hands.

"She cries blood."

"She- what? She was bleeding? Was she okay?" Sirius perked up at the mention of blood.

"No! She cries blood apparently, her tears have a red tint in them." Remus softened his voice looking at his shocked friend.

Sirius knew he fucked up, he knew that three months into their marriage, he knew that the hours after their officiated ceremony. He felt bad, horrible, but he did not know how to fix it.

"She thinks you are cheating on her." Remus spoke, his voice becoming strict.

"What? I'm not cheating on her." Sirius looked confused. He had been faithful to her, although he was cold, he would never cheat on someone. "You know I would never, not after... not after her."

"I know that. But does she. I guess Nadia came over the other, told her to tell you what a great time she had and you should see each other again. Sirius have you two even... consummated the marriage?" Sirius shook his head, causing a groan to slip from Remus's mouth, "I know you wouldn't but please tell me you didn't." Remus was extremely serious. Although he was not her friend, he knew how sweet and kind she normally was. She was different from all the girls Sirius had been with previously.

"No! I haven't really even seen Nadia for three months. I haven't slept with her since before our wedding. She keeps trying to coerce me, but I refuse her. I swear it Rem." Sirius pleaded.

"Yeah, that's something you need to tell her tomorrow." Regulus walked down the stairs towards the pair of boys. "She called me the other night, drunk as all get out. She really thinks you are cheating. It crushing her more than the fact that you don't talk to her."

"I don't know what to do!" Sirius dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to relive some of the pressure "I don't know how to talk to her! I've never not known how to talk to a girl before her."

"Well big brother, you have until Friday. I'm supposed to come over while you are gone and give your wife a baby." Regulus said nonchalantly.

"What!?" Remus and Sirius shouted at the same time.

"You don't touch my wife!" Sirius exclaimed pointing an accusatory finger at his younger brother.

Regulus held his hands up in defense. "I'm not doing it because I want to steal your wife from you. She's my best friend, never been nothing more. But mother is pressuring her about when the next heir is born. Since you haven't noticed it at every single family events, too busy doing whatever. I offered it in a drunk stupor and she declined. But one night she called me crying saying she wanted a baby and wanted it to be Friday while you were out with your friends."

Honestly this knowledge crushes Sirius. He felt so guilt ridden for how this whole situation had ended, especially since most of it is his fault.

"You are so lucky! I am such a good brother. I didn't have to tell you about this, I could have just given her what she wants. What would satisfy everyone involved, but I knew her hesitance in betraying you. Even when she believes you are betraying her, she shook up stairs because she was scared the time had come. I had to reassure her and wipe away her tears that she was safe. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TEARS YOU HAVE CAUSED HER! Huh? How many crying phone calls and times I've had to come over to make sure she was okay after so many lonely nights. She always wore a smile towards me, always said nice things about you to me. People have told her since your wedding that she's lucky, so lucky to have had you as her husband. But brother, I believe it is you who are lucky to have her as your wife." Regulus stopped his rant, continuing to pace across the room, as he had done during the whole one-sided argument.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the three men in the parlor. All sorts of emotions clouding judgments and rational thinking. Sirius had silently decided what he had to do, what he needed to do.

"Regulus. Do not come back to my house, at least not on Friday. Remus, I'm canceling this weekend. Now if you would please leave my home." Sirius spoke in a monotone voice, a voice that made Remus uneasy having barely heard this tone before.

Silently, he watched Sirius descend up the stairs and out of sight around a corner before exiting the home.

If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?

Her nerves were at an all time high, today was the day that Regulus was supposed to come over. She was having extreme second thoughts, she still was not sure she could betray Sirius to this level. A child with his own brother, it just felt morally inappropriate and embarrassing.

Even though he offered first, she felt she was using Regulus in a poorly planned game of chess. Like he was a pawn in a little game, but she was a pawn in another game much higher above herself. She had spent that couple days isolated in her room. No attempts to contact Regulus and in return he had not tried to contact her either. The time for him to arrive was vastly approaching, butterflied filled her stomach at the thought.

She wrapped her arms around her torso, covering up the silk nightgown she had on with a matching silk robe. Her body felt cold and numb, like an out of body experience. She felt this would be another night of crying alone, no comfort and none expected to be given.

Her ears perked up at the hefty knock on the door. Bile raised in her throat. Merlin, she needed this baby so her in laws would back off for a bit. But she could not do it. Her heart clenched at the fear of the child she may never have. She just could not go through with this plan, not if it could potentially hurt Sirius.

She made her way to the door, hands shaking and legs wobbly.

"I can't do it Reggie! I'm sorry." She sobbed into her hands, not really sure why she's crying.

"Can we talk?" Her head snapped upwards at the voice. Sirius. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her heart racing like light speed.

"Uh, Sure." she wiped her eyes quickly, confused when Sirius took one of her hands in his and walked her to sit down next to him on her bed. He seemed just as jittery, just as nervous as she was currently. They looked like messes and it was the truest sight of this couple.

"I know what you and my brother had planned." He said simply.

She stammered, lip quivering. "I'm sorry Sirius! I'm so sorry. I understand if you would like me to leave." Her head hung low, shame flooded her system.

"Darling, look at me." He spoke softly, nudging her cheek with his thumb. Looking into her sad and puffy eyes, offering a small smile to her. "I am not upset about the arrangement. I am upset because of how awful I have been towards you."

There was silence between the pair, very awkward and suffocating.

"I have not cheated on you. I know Nadia says otherwise. But I have not been with her since about two weeks before our wedding. It just did not feel right." Sirius confessed to his wife.

Her tears built up again, spilling over without a second thought. "I was going to be the one who cheated?"

She pulled her hands out of his, feeling disgusted by her own skin. Deeming it not worthy to be held against his skin, though he was not perfect.

"Sweetheart, it's okay! Regulus told me the other day. I am not mad, I promise. I understand the pressure you are under with mother. Which is why I am here, well one of the reasons." He grabbed her hands once more, having her look directly into his eyes.

"I think you and I should have a baby. I want to be a good husband to you, I just... I don't know how to be good to you. You confuse me and make me feel weird things, things I do not really understand. I've wasted so much time on being scared, I ignored your pain and sorrow, my little dove." Sirius stammered, his own eyes seeming to tear up.

"Sirius, it's okay-" he cut her off.

"No! It's not. I have so much to make up, I don't even know how to start. But let me show you love the best way I know how! Let me give you a baby and we can work from that point on, please?" Sirius slid off the bed and kneeled in front of her sitting body, pulling her hands up his lips for slow and sensual kisses. "I promise, if you help me, I will become the most emotional and loving husband. I have a lot to make up and I want to start working on that. I want you to feel the same way about me, that I have felt since my fourth year at school."

She gasped in shock. "You liked me in school?"

"Well, I didn't know then. But thinking about it and the teasing the boys gave me at times. I definitely did have a tiny crush on you." His face blushed red, embarrassed over such a tiny secret.

"Okay. We can have a baby, but please tell me our love won't only be physical?" She sounded sad, such a tone that broke his heart.

"Please teach me how to properly love you? How to handle my emotions, help me not become my father." He leaned close to her, engulfing her in a tight embrace. Rolling onto the bed, his face buried into her neck as small sobs escape his lips.

They laid together sideways on the bed for a little while, holding each other as if the other was going to fade away from their grasps. Sirius was holding her tighter than she was him, his face still buried into her neck. Inhaling her sweet scent that drove him mad, caressing her cheek with the hand that laid adorn on her face. Finally showing signs of tenderness that she had been craving for months at this point. While he caressed her face, her hand was scratching along the base of his skull. Twirling the ends of his hair before running lightly over the sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

His sobs quieted down, not even sniffling traced his mouth. His eyes still heavy and red with evidence of crying, slowly he started peppering light kisses along her neck. Her hand stopped playing with his hair, surprised by how loving Sirius was being.

"Why'd-ya stop?" He whined out, his words slurred as if he were drunk from her touch.

"I have a confession Sirius." She sat up and moved towards her pillows at the headboard of her bed. "I've never done this before."

Sirius noticed the pink tinge on her cheeks, finding her shyness adorable. But he understood her nervousness as he intently listened to the words she spoke.

"I-I just don't... I don't want it to be bad for you." She huffed, her hands falling in her crossed lap as her head hung low.

"I can promise, it won't be bad for me." He chuckled lightly trying to lighten the mood before following her up the bed and sitting next to her. "We can take it slow, or we don't even have to do that tonight love."

"But, I want to. Do you want to y'know with me." Her face was bright red, voice lacking confidence at her own statement.

"Of course I do! You are my wife after all. We can go slow, I'll be gentle. Lay down for me darling?" Sirius spoke with comforting enthusiasm.

She did as he told her, scooting down slightly to lay on her back comfortably. Her heart raced wildly as Sirius watched her move. They were not even touching, yet the whole scene felt so intimate to her. It did not help that this was her first time and knowing Sirius was experienced did little to bring her comfort.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" She shook her head at him, feeling embarrassment burning again. "It's okay sweetheart, I don't mind teaching you."

Sirius crawled over her, hovering on all fours over her slightly rigid body. He ducked his head down to slowly press his lips against hers, a little more than a peck. He gently moved her arms to wrap around his neck, nudging one of her hands back into his hair causing her to giggle against his lips. Sirius turned his head sideways, deepening the kiss by putting more assertion into it. They kissed each others lips until she started gaining confidence in herself.

Sirius broke the kiss, pulling back completely to sit on his heels. Her legs were trapped underneath his body. She whined a little as he pulled away, her body raising to follow his lips earning a chuckle from him. "Have patience little one."

He rolled the black, tight-fitted shirt off of his broad chest, muscles flexing slightly as he tossed it aside onto the floor. She studied his naked chest. Acknowledging his toned build from years in quidditch, his smooth, pale skin, so warm and welcoming. Breath hitching at the trail of dark hair that disappeared under his belt. Sirius shifted his body, pulling her smooth legs to frame around his hips. Her short nightgown bunching around her hips, flashing a slight glimpse of her panties.

He leaned towards her lips again, the kiss stronger than the other ones previously. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck once more. One hand combing through his locks that she noticed he seemed to throughly enjoy. His chest pressed against her, the silk of the nightgown raised bumps against his skin. Sirius's tongue timidly licked across her closed lips, wanting gain access to the inside of her mouth. She parted her lips slightly, the tips of their tongues touching ever so slightly.

He slipped his tongue further into her mouth, exploring the taste of her. Her body became stiff once more, unsure of what to do with her own tongue as his invaded her mouth. She quite liked the taste of him, but became flustered in the thoughts of how she should move her mouth against his skilled tongue. He pulled his mouth away from hers, a string of saliva following before snapping against his lower lip.

"Just relax and follow my lead." Sirius's spoke lovingly, petting the hair along her forehead to try and soothe her nerves.

Their tongues meet once again, he licked delicately at her tongue. She followed the motions he was doing with uneasy fervor. She liked the feeling of the soft muscle against her own, creating an intoxicating feeling of euphoria and pleasure. Sirius drug one of his fingers down her face, tracing the outline of her features as her reaches her neck. Slow touches cascade further down until it softly caressed over her nipple, his large hands engulfing most of her breast. "Is this okay?" He asked pulling away once more. She mumbled a 'yes' as she closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of his hands in her body in such a sensual way.

His hand needed at the tender flesh, his thumb circling around her hardening bud with a feather-like touch. Sirius moved his face back into the side of her neck, showering slow kisses in many places. He sucked slightly on her sweet skin and with the right amount of pressure on her breast, pulled an unexpected moan from her throat. Not only surprising herself but Sirius as well. He bucked his hips forward into her, almost moaning at the noise of her himself.

"Can I take this off?" His fingers moved from her breast to the end of her nightgown, toying with the hem between his fingers waiting for her permission.

She agreed and sat up slightly so he could pull the dress off completely. This left her bare breast and only panties covering her body. Sirius looked mesmerized by the sight of uncharted skin between them.

"I know it's not much to offer." She stated, noticing his staring.

"Let me show you something." Sirius moved off of her, popping the button of his dark jeans open and practically ripping them off his legs. Leaving both of them in only underwear. He took her hand and lead it down the happy trail of dark hair. "This! This is what you do to me, you little minx. You are so beautiful!" He whined out as he helped her palm him through his thin, black boxers.

Sirius pulled her hands away from him, leaning forward once more. He kissed around her chest, along the fat of her breasts and up the valley between them. He repeated the action with his tongue dragging around them as well. He enclosed one of her nipples into his warm mouth, sucking against it like it was his life's mission. The noises he was pulling from her made him feel like a god. The fact that she was enjoying his company and he could give her pleasure had his ears, as well as other parts, rushing with blood.

He caressed a hand along her naval, rubbing soothing circles into her hips as they slightly rocked into his body. He played with the lace decor of her panties, rubbing over the growing wet patch. Her breathing became heavy, a surge of desire rushing through her bloodstream as his fingers ghosted over the aching areas.

"You can- you can touch me there, underneath them if you would like to." She murmured, eyes shut and focusing on the pleasurable feeling he was giving.

"Do you want me to?" He smiled at her through hooded eyes, her face contorting in turmoil.

"Yeah, please Sirius."

"How could I say no to such a pretty little thing."

Her cheeks tinted red from his comment as he hooked the sides of her panties with his fingers and slide them down her legs at a teasing speed. His thumb teased between the folds, finding her slightly engorged clit. Rubbing half-circles over it, he noticed her tense at the motions, legs trying to clamp shut. He dipped his thumb lower to reveal the seeping wetness and exposing it to his skin before dragging it back up to her clit. This time pressing harder as he circled it fully, watching the pleasure on her face the entire time.

Ears perking and cock twitching as the quiet, breathy moans of his name she let out. He switched hands, letting one continue to rub her aching clit as the other hand moved lower towards her entrance. Easily slipping a single finger in, catching her by surprise. He worked it in and out while simultaneously stroking her clit. Once her moans start to become more frequent, he added another finger into the mix.

"How's this? Feel good?" Sirius whispered into her ear, voice husky and full of lust.

"Mmhmm!" She mumbled out her answer quick, eyes shutting to focus on the pleasure and new sensation.

Her body continued to quiver against his, and judging by the way she was clenching around his fingers. He knew she was close. He applied more pressure with his thumb, her moans became more consistent with his strokes. Her moan cut off suddenly, her mouth forming an 'o' shape as her body shuttered against his.

Sirius could tell she was cumming before she even knew what was happening. "That's it, what a good girl." She clenched harder around him as her breath started to even out slightly.

He pulled his fingers out of her, maintaining eye contact as he sensually pushed his fingers past his own lips. Sucking softly on them as a groan lifted from his chest. Blood rushing more south by the taste of her. The tange catching his arousal off guard for a second. "Are you ready darling? We can take it slow, we don't have to tonight."

"I want to! I-I want you Sirius. I need you." She babbled as she watched his fingers fall slowly from his mouth.

The air became thick with need as Sirius moved away from her to undress himself fully. His breathing became heavy as he slowly pulled his boxers off, teasing himself from the rushed and frantic pleasure he normally endured during hook-ups from the past. She peered at him from between her legs. He was about to be her first everything, the first cock she would have ever seen. It looked perfect to her, even having never seen another before.

He was a medium sized girth. The length looked like a comfortable size, sure there would be a stretch with it being her first time. But he looked to be a comfortable fit, not looking too scary with a slight curve upward. Sirius crawled over her, his hands holding himself up with her head in between his hands. He looked intently down at her. Lust still prevalent but a look of longing and love also filled his senses. He leaned down and collected her lips into a deep kiss full of passion.

"Are you ready?" He kissed along her neck waiting for her to respond to him. She told him that she was ready, he reached between them and ran his cock between her, caressing her clit with the tip a few times.

He caught her entrance for a second and pushed forward slightly, engulfing most of the tip inside. She squealed quietly with the pressure sensation, pulling his shoulders down towards her. Sirius began pushing in further, taking his time and making sure she was relaxed as he pushed more in. About halfway down, she clamped up and began for hyperventilate. He looked up at her face, noticing her eyes screwed shut, he tried to pull out but she told him that she was okay and he could continue.

The pressure was not necessarily painful, the remanence of her first orgasm still fresh within her body helped her relax. He started stretching her more and more the further he pushed until he bottomed out completely inside of her. He kissed around her face as she squealed once more because of the full feeling that held within her blissed stomach. He rested against her body, chests pressed firmly against each other as he cradled her head in his hands. Her arms around his neck as the slight pain dissolved.

"Sirius?" She whispered in his ear.

"Yes love?"

"You can move now."

Sirius kissed her lips once more and trailed more down to her neck as he slowly pulled his hips back from her body. Tentatively, he rocked forward into her, moaning at the warm, suction she was giving him. He was not sure what it was, probably emotions, but sex for him had never felt this good. Each gentle stroke he made into her, sent shocks of pleasure to each finger tip of his. His face fell into her neck, muffling every little or loud noise he made against her. The vibrations of the noises sent a sense of pride through her body.

Still sensitive from the previous orgasm, she felt amazing and comfortable. The happy trail that lead to wide patch of trimmed black hair rubbed against her clit. A tingling sensation filling her chest each time he pushed forward. Her own hips starting to rock into his calm strokes.

"I-I've never - oh merlin-" the feeling of her clench around him as his thumb softly circled her clit once more cute his words off. "Never had sex... this slow.. I- never thought it to—be this...glorious. Baby you feel so good." He moaned loudly each time she clamped onto him.

"Feel so full Sirius. Feel so wonderful." Her hand pulled at the nape of his neck, catching his hair between her fingers. Legs locked around his hips as she felt herself nearing another end. The emotions running rampant through her body heightened every sense. The pleasure in her lower belly felt intense, causing tears to start to flow from her eyes. Another tight circle of his thumb had her coming undone around him. Moaning directly into his ear as she held him tighter to her body. Trying to seek every inch of him into her grasps.

The noises, the actions, everything about the whole interaction had Sirius convulsing. He was about to cum, almost embarrassing quick for himself. The feeling of her cumming worsened his control as he felt himself topple over the edge. Almost instantly spilling into her.

"I love you." Sirius held onto her tightly as she felt warmth fill up her womb. Her heart and body tightened as he listened to his words. Basking in the golden feeling she was currently experiencing. As Sirius weakly rocked through their orgasms she whispered back to him that she also loved him. Both of them feeling a copious amount of love and joyfulness.

The pair stayed like that for a little bit. Tears filled her eyes earlier were pooled down her cheeks but no more were spilling. Sirius was seated inside her still, not moving even and inch off of her. She noticed his shoulders start to shutter as well as the muffled sniffles against her shoulder.

"Sirius? Honey, what's wrong?" She stroked his head, running her fingers through his tangled, sweaty hair.

"It's nothing." He tried to mumble off but she persisted on coaxing out his misery. "I've never felt love like that. Never been slow and soft. Never felt so loved."

She continued to coo at him and give him reassuring compliments. But still he felt his own insecurities and doubts bubbling to the surface.

"I'm sorry. I don't normally blow my load that quick. I'll make it up to you I promise!"

"Sirius look at me." She grabbed his face with both hands and stared into his eyes, nothing but love and satisfaction on her face. "I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment." Before pulling him into a comforting embrace.

When Sirius had finally pulled out of her, he quickly ran out of the room. She felt a bit confused but slightly hurt. He ran rather quick as if he was disgusted by the act the pair had just committed. Stress and worry started to fill her mind as she felt the tears pool into her eyes and spill over one tear at a time. She thought they had finally made a breakthrough, when she wiped her eyes she noticed the red stains from the tears. Perfect way to top it all off.

She hiccuped shocked when she watched Sirius waltz back into the room, fresh pair of boxers on his body. Hands full of clothes and a rag. He gently began to wipe down her shaky thighs and intimate parts.

"Why are you cry- are you bleeding? Oh Merlin! Did I hurt you?" Sirius spoke frantically, confused and hurt by the thoughts of hurting her.

"No, Sirius" she laughed slightly at him, "it's a condition I have."

He just nodded, unsure of what to say back to her. He decided to finish cleaning her up and dressed her in a pair of his boxers and a loose shirt. Topping it all off with a kiss to her lips. The pair cuddled up together under the covers. Her hand and head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His had his arm wrapped around her body, one hand resting of her stomach.

"Let's hope it took darling, though I would not mind trying again with you." Sirius giggled like a little teenage boy.

"Yes let's hope." She laughed along with him.

"I'm going to take you out tomorrow night. Just us. Some place nice. Some place you deserve." Sirius spoke with determination.

"I'd love that a lot Mr. Black." She peppered a few kisses against his chest before closing her eyes to drift off into sleep.

"I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Black."

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