marauders smuts/imagines

good at my job - peter pettigrew

i felt like a name was necessary lmao

summary: After a mission of infiltrating the ministry requires Estelle Rosier to bust out the old flirting moves she used on her late best friend, her lover gets jealous and once they're back home, her teasing leads to something more.

word count: 7,527

warnings: NSFW, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap it before you tap it guys), hair pulling, fingering, anal sex (female receiving), switch!oc, switch!peter, teasing, scratching

slight disclaimer: they are death eaters in the imagine which i am not romanticising, but the book where this scene is from is about the oc realising what she's doing is bad so she joins the order instead but this pre-realisation.

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"Yeah so, my brother works in the Magical Creature regulation department so very different jobs," The man chuckled, rubbing his neck as he laughed whilst his eyes hungrily devoured the young woman in front of him who stood with her arms crossed purposely so it pushed her breasts together and her cleavage was more noticeable; her lowest top was on her and this poor man couldn't stop staring at what was practically being shoved into his face.

"I bet yours is more exciting though." Estelle Rosier put on her sweetest smile, giggling as she uncrossed her arms and watched as the man's eyes followed the movement of her breasts; she had him right where she wanted him. "Putting criminals away and all that."

"It's a pretty tough job." He smirked to himself, licking his lips and letting his eyes travel to her hand as she giggled again and stepped closer, her hand coming up to rest on his shoulder and he attempted not to shiver under her touch. "It impresses people."

"People like me?" She asked, batting her eyelashes and letting her hand caress his shoulder sensually as he tensed and relaxed his shoulders in her touch.

"No ones like you." He smirked again and although she smiled and did that godforsaken giggle again, in her mind she was gagging violently and trying not to throw up as his hand twitched in a move to touch her.

He didn't, which was probably good for his own safety because when Estelle flipped her hair and looked away to give the man in front of her a teasing view of her neck, she caught the eyes of her boyfriend across the room. Words couldn't describe the way he was staring over at them, meant to be on guard for anyone disrupting their mission but instead burning holes into the two flirting adults across the room.

Estelle smirked lightly at him, turning back to face the man and caressing his shoulder with her hand once again, stepping closer and reaching her other hand up to fiddle with the buttons of his suit jacket whilst he took an intake of breath of their proximity.

"So...Mr. Law enforcement," She started in her flirty manner, stepping closer to him and letting her hand that was fiddling with the buttons of his suit jacket slide up to his shoulder so she was caressing both with a seductive smile. "What would you do if I broke a law? Would you cuff me? Tie me up? Take...total control?"

"Cuffing people is usually the muggle way of doing things," He licked his lips at the sight of her so close, her hands going to hold the back of his neck instead of resting on his shoulders and therefore pulling him closer. "But for you I could make an exception and if you ever broke a law I'd treat you very different than we do our criminals."

She did that giggle again, biting her lip and maintaining eye contact. She tried not to jolt in shock when his hand came to rest on her hip, a loud clearing of someone's throat came from somewhere behind them and Estelle smirked at Peter's blunder.