It was late when Sirius walked into the office. I glanced up at him. His black button-up shirt was half undone, revealing the large tattoo on his sternum while the ones on his rolled-up sleeves were revealed, one being the dark mark. "There." He told me.
"About time," I murmured. I wore nothing more than red lingerie and Sirius noticed almost immediately as I lounged on the chair. I stood up slowly and Sirius stared at me in awe. He walked around the desk, sitting in the office chair I once sat in. He grabbed my hips, pulling me over to him and I placed my hands on his shoulders while he touched me.
"Snape got tortured," Sirius told me as he massaged my ass.
"Mmm," I moaned, running my hands down his chest as I unbuttoned his shirt. "Did it hurt?" I traced the Dark Mark on his forearm before I moved to the buckle of his pants. I lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him as I pulled down his boxers. "No," Sirius told me, his breath hitching as I took him in my mouth.
We kept eye contact as I hollowed my cheeks around him. Sirius took a fistful of my hair, which was already tied behind my head in a ponytail and he guided me against him roughly. He tucked a hair behind my ear rubbing my cheekbone as my head bobbed around him. I did so until he came in my mouth. I swallowed it quickly, pulling my mouth away from his cock and licking my lips. Sirius smirked, "I could get used to this." He pulled me onto his lap.
"Me too." I grinned,
Sirius stared at the red lace around my breasts, my nipples barely hidden. He placed a kiss on my sternum, wrapping his arms around my back. "You want to know what I did to Pettigrew today?" Sirius asked with a smirk on his lips as I led his large hands to my breasts for him to palm. I unclipped my bra and he cupped them, running his thumb along my nipple before he pinched them. I winced at the feeling, making Sirius lean down and blow on them to ease the pain. "Tell me." I kissed his neck, rubbing my soaking cunt against his thigh in the process. Sirius bounced his thigh and I moaned, gripping his dress shirt as he tensed his muscles.
My hips rolled in sync with the bouncing of his thigh and he watched me with a smirk. "I tortured him, beautiful." Sirius told me, "Lost his tongue since all it did was run."
"Mmm." I continued to leave hickeys on his neck, "We'll kill him together."
"I know." Sirius massaged my ass, leaning back in the chair. The feel of my panties and the roughness of his black dress pants burned my pussy in the best of ways, I fastened my speed, moans leaving my lips repeatedly while Sirius watched me carefully. Before I could orgasm, Sirius grabbed me and hoisted me onto the desk. "Lift your hips for me." He commanded and I did so, letting him slide my panties down my body until I kicked them off. I was halfway unbuttoning Sirius's blouse when he thrusted into me.
I moaned loudly, arching my back and hooking my legs around his waist. I moved my arms behind me as Sirius bent me over the desk, thrusting into me quickly. One of his hands held my rib cage while the other supported himself on the desk. "Sirius." I moaned, reaching a hand into his hair and pulling him into me. He shifted his hand to my back, keeping me upright when he leaned over me, kissing me.
Our teeth clashed as my tongue slipped into his mouth desperately. My hips rolled against his, strings of moans leaving my lips. "I need you to be my date." Sirius grunted, continuing to thrust into me, "One night."
"Why?" I tilted my head back, digging my fingers into his hair and letting him kiss my jaw.
"Lestrange Manor – Rabastan and Avery – fuck –" He kissed my neck, cutting himself off when he looked at me. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me in closer to him while our pelvises clashed. "I'll come—" I was silenced by a loud moan from my throat as he hit my g-spot. "Sirius." I threw my head back,
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Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black
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