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Don't Mess With Moony

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Description:

Remus has been in love with Sirius for ages, but lately, Sirius has been getting on his nerves.

OR

Sirius tries to flirt but Remus is painfully oblivious.

Word Count: 10,727

Original Publish Date: 2021-04-06

A/N: Heyo! Here's fic no. 2 from my AO3-to-tumblr transfer. Hope you like! Feel free to check out my other stuff either on here as I start to upload or on my AO3 where they already live :)

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Now, Remus Lupin would deny it to anyone who asked, but he had what was probably the biggest crush that was humanly possible on Sirius Black. He was able to deny it because, unlike James Potter, he did not go around moping about his unrequited love. Instead, he kept it bottled up inside and only allowed himself to indulge when the rest of the Marauders were sound asleep and he could have a quick wank to the thought of whatever ridiculously sexy thing Sirius had done that day. It was fine, he told himself. He had a system that worked.

While yes, Remus had irrevocably fallen for Sirius, that did not mean that the boy in question couldn’t get under his skin. And under his skin did he get.

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus were all sitting in the Common Room. It was late and all Remus wanted to do was crawl into his bed and pass out. He was trying to decide if he had enough energy to wank to the fresh images of Sirius in his new black nail polish (he should really send a thank you card to Andromeda). James was on his back in front of the fire, Peter had claimed the armchair and Remus and Sirius had the sofa. Sirius decided that he wanted to take up as much room as possible, which Remus did not appreciate. He also did not like to be this close to Sirius as the clock ticked closer to his designated Wanking Hour.

Remus was tired, a little horny, his hip was acting up because of his awkward position on the couch, and on top of that a little agitated by the approaching moon. Logically, he knew that he could just tell his friends this (minus the horny part, obviously), but Remus hated bringing attention to anything that came along with his lycanthropy, despite the validity. Remus was hoping that maybe Peter would say something first, or maybe Lily would come down and tell them to go to sleep. James would, and does, do anything that woman says. But unfortunately, she did not.

“What about you, Moony?” James asked.

Remus turned back into the conversation. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“Come on Moons, any Valentine’s Day plans?” Sirius teased, toeing at Remus’ hip. His bad hip. Remus held in a hiss of pain.

“Nope,” He said, popping the ‘p’.

“Oh, come on Moony, surely you’ve got your eyes on someone!” James said, turning his head to look at him.

“I’ll probably just spend it in the Library, if I’m honest,” Remus shrugged, avoiding the question, because yeah, he did have his eyes on someone. A certain grey-eyed, black-haired, illegal-animagus someone.

James shook his head in disbelief. “Oh, come on, you can’t seriously mean that. This is the first year we’ve all got dates! It’s only fair that we find you one!”

“All?” Remus really wished he had been paying attention earlier. He knew Peter was seeing someone, a Hufflepuff whose name he didn’t bother to remember, James and Lily were “finally official”, but Sirius? Since when was he seeing someone?

As if reading his mind Sirius smirked. “Yes, yes, I know. First Valentine’s Day in my glorious 18 years on Earth that I actually have plans.”

“Yeah, but you still won’t tell us her name,” Peter piped up.

Sirius flipped his hair dramatically. “Unlike some of us, I don’t kiss and tell.” Remus tried to hide his disappointment. He didn’t need the visual of Sirius and Mystery Girl kissing in his head right now.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself, Black, Remus doesn’t kiss and tell either,” James teased.

“Wait, Remus, you’ve kissed someone?” Peter asked, sitting up straighter. All eyes were suddenly on Remus. Thanks for bringing me into this, Prongs.

Remus shrugged. He’d only ever kissed one person. It was last year, Charlie, a Ravenclaw prefect who had stayed late after one of Remus’ Library Study Sessions. Remus didn’t even know Charlie was gay. But as it turns out he was very gay as they had done a lot more than kiss, specifically a few times in the prefects’ bathroom. Remus felt bad because truthfully, he was really only using Charlie as a sexual outlet for his pent-up Sirius Feelings. The night he called it off was also the night that James caught him sneaking back into their dorm. Remus did not confirm or deny James’ suspicions and since it was never brought up again Remus had assumed that James was still half asleep and had simply forgotten. It appeared that that was not the case.

“Details, Moony! Details!” Sirius kept toeing at Remus’ bad hip, a little harder this time.

“There aren’t any, let’s move on,” Remus tried to ignore the pain he was in and also direct the conversation away from himself.

“It was last year, I caught him sneaking back into the dorm,” James smiled, proud of himself. Remus flipped him the bird but all James did was laugh.

“And you didn’t TELL ME?” Sirius was taken aback. He sat up straighter and, in the process, pushed his feet into Remus. Remus tried to calm his breathing but fuck, that hurt.

“Didn’t know you were so interested in Moony’s love life, Pads,” James raised an eyebrow. Remus could have sworn he saw the beginnings of a blush on Sirius’ cheeks. “Besides, not mine to tell.”

“You can at least tell us who it was,” Peter reasoned. No, Remus thought. That’s the last thing that I want to tell you. Well, actually the last thing would be the details on how hard I fucked -

“I’ll bet it was someone from your ‘study sessions’. Those girls are always throwing themselves over you,” James laughed and pitched his voice up, “Oh, Remus, you’re so smart! Remus, you’re such a great teacher! Remus, I want you to bend me over this desk and -”

“They do not say that!” Remus interrupted, not wanting James to finish that sentence.

“They might as well!” Peter exclaimed. “That’s why I stopped coming, mate, it was painful to watch.”

Remus felt himself redden. No, there was no way that was true.

“Awe, Moony’s embarrassed,” Sirius teased, poking at his hip again, this time with more purpose.

“Would you stop that?” Remus snapped, turning to look at Sirius. All laughter in the room stopped. “You’ve been poking at my hip all night and it really fucking hurts, ok?”

Sirius shrunk into the couch. “Sorry, I- I didn’t realize it was your bad-”

“I’m going to bed.” Remus decided. He already killed the mood, and he was done talking about his not-plans for Valentine’s Day. It was a stupid holiday anyway, only useful for the February 15th sale on sweets at Honeydukes.

Remus stood up and had to grab the arm of the couch when he lost his balance after putting weight on his bad side. Sirius reached out as if to catch him, but Remus jerked away. He left the now silent Common Room and limped up the stairs to the dorm.

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It took Remus an unfortunate amount of time to cool down after that night. Luckily his friends were willing to brush it off, associating it with the upcoming moon. Said moon came and went and they were all back to normal. Remus had almost forgotten about Valentine’s Day. Almost.

As usual, the Great Hall was fully decked out. Normally, Remus didn’t really mind. Valentine’s Day was never his favourite day of the year, but he always secretly looked forward to seeing Lily turn down James after whatever stunt he decided to pull. This year was different. For starters, James and Lily were dating now so he didn’t have the shut down to look forward to. Peter was always hit or miss. He was the first of the four of them to have a proper girlfriend. Sirius tried to argue that he should hold that title, but James said hookups don’t count. If you do count Sirius, then technically James was the last to have a proper relationship as Remus beat him to it with Charlie last year. But then again, if it was proper girlfriends they were competing for, Remus could guarantee that he would never even place. He hoped that Sirius wouldn’t make it to the podium either.

Remus trudged through the day, it was rather uneventful as far as Valentine’s Day goes. He saw more action in the hallways this past Christmas when someone enchanted mistletoe to hang above certain archways around the castle. Remus was certain it was James looking for any excuse to show off his new relationship with Lily, but he never admitted to it.

He would never outright say it, but Remus was avoiding Sirius. At first, it wasn’t intentional, Sirius refused to get out of bed with the rest of them so their paths didn’t cross until lunch, but Remus did start going out of his way to take different routes to class not wanting to put a face to Mystery Girl. In his mind, she was extremely ugly. Or maybe bore a striking resemblance to a certain teenage werewolf. Remus was not ready to face the truth that she was probably the most gorgeous woman with the most womanly body and melodic woman voice. Someone the complete opposite of a gangly, scarred … man. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up over this. Sirius has been involved with girls before. Remus has no reason to think that Sirius was anything other than straight. But something about the fact that Sirius had made plans with her on Valentine’s Day made his heart sink. So, Remus took the long way to class. He skipped lunch, had early dinner. He threw himself down on the couch in the empty Common Room.

It was sad, really. Moping around like a girl. Maybe then he’d be interested, Remus thought. He lazily flicked his wand and set the kettle on its way to the fire. He was really more of a coffee person, but Lily always made him feel better with a cup of tea when he got into “one of his moods”. He guessed that his current state did fall into that category. He reluctantly got off the couch to look through the cabinet of mugs for his personal favourite. The collection of mugs in Gryffindor Tower was secretly one of Remus’ favourite parts of the Common Room. Students could bring their own mug if they desired and most of them ended up just leaving them in the cabinet even when they left the school. Going through them was like flipping through a guest book of Gryffindors past. Remus’ favourite had the most obnoxious colour pallet with random shapes and designs. However, it one of the biggest and had the best handle for his big hands.

He was in the middle of flicking through the second shelf when he heard footsteps coming down from the dorms. “Moony?”

Great. He had gone all day not interacting with Sirius and now they were alone in the Common Room. “Not at dinner?” Remus asked, turning his head to face Sirius. Mistake. Sirius was wearing the pair of ripped jeans that frequently appeared in Remus’ dreams and a loose fitting maroon button-up with the first few buttons undone. His hair was still a little damp, he must have just gotten out of the shower because Remus could smell the soap he always used, even from across the room. This shouldn’t be allowed, Remus thought. He is not allowed to look this good. Remus noticed the hint of a blush on Sirius’ cheeks. “Getting ready for tonight then?” Remus turned his head back to looking through the mugs and tried to inconspicuously adjust his trousers.

“Finishing touches, yeah,” Remus heard Sirius start walking closer. The kettle started to hiss just as Remus was giving up on finding his mug. Some idiot first year probably used it. He grabbed a random one with a massive handle off the shelf. Huh. Surprisingly, it also fit his hand. This might have to be his new backup. Remus grabbed a tea bag and went back towards the fire.

Sirius had spread himself across the couch. When Remus turned his eyes flicked to the mug in his hand and he broke out into a grin. Remus gave him a questioning look as he began to pour the hot water into the mug. “That’s mine.”

Remus almost dropped the kettle. He turned to face Sirius. “What?”

Sirius’ smile widened. “Yeah, I brought it this year.” Remus looked down at the mug in his hands. He hadn’t really been paying attention to what he had grabbed but now, paying more attention he let out a low chuckle. The mug was all black, decorated with a pattern of white stars. “Get it? James and I went to some muggle shops over the summer and I just had to buy it. Leave my mark, y’know? Sirius Black, the Gryffindor.” Sirius shrugged. Remus didn’t want to get soft right now. He wanted to be able to have a reason to be mad at Sirius to justify his avoidance. But instead, all he got was another reason to love him. “It also has one of those giant handles that I know you like so I was hoping that you would be able to stop using the absolute eyesore that you normally do.” Merlin, fuck, Sirius! You can’t just say things like that!

Remus, unable to formulate words decided to nod his head and make his way to the armchair. “So, uh, what are your plans for tonight?” He asked, not really wanting to know but figured he owed Sirius the decency to at least seem like he was interested.

Sirius shrugged. “What about you?” He asked, dodging the question.

Remus decided not to press. Surely, he wasn’t stood up by Mystery Girl? “Homework, I think.”

Sirius laughed. “You and your bloody homework.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sirius started to backtrack. “No, no, nothing wrong with it, I just can’t help but think you should be putting yourself out there!” Merlin’s beard, he was not about to have this conversation with Sirius.

“I don’t know, I rather like my routine.” It wasn’t a full lie. He was content with the routine, but he wouldn’t mind if the person to ruin it was the one sitting across from him.

“Moony, you can’t seriously expect me to believe that!” Remus shrugged in response, sipping his tea. “What about that girl from last year James was talking about?”

“I didn’t confirm anything that James said that night.”

“Merlin, work with me here!” Sirius was getting annoyed.

“Maybe I don’t want a girlfriend, alright?” Remus snapped. Immediately, he regretted it. He hoped that Sirius took it as “I don’t want a girlfriend right now” and not “I don’t want a girlfriend because I’m a raging homosexual who’s absolutely in love with you”. The silence before Sirius’ response was telling Remus it might be the latter.

“Moony,” Sirius paused, as if he was choosing his next words very carefully. “Are you -”

“Look, why don’t you just go on your date ok? I’m fine alright, just drop it.” Remus realized that interrupting Sirius was probably a red flag, but he just wanted to be left alone right now.

Sirius relaxed his face. “I was thinking I might just spend the night with you, actually,” he shrugged. Remus was getting mad.

“Sirius, stop. Go on your date, don’t be an asshole, you can’t stand a girl up on Valentine’s Day!” Remus stood up, he wanted this conversation to end. If Sirius wasn’t going to leave then he was.

Sirius sat up, his hair was ruffled from drying a little while pressed against the couch. Remus tried not to think about how his hair might look similar after sex. “Where are you going?”

Remus sighed, putting his mug down on the end table. He was no longer in the mood for tea. “I’m going upstairs because I have work to do, you’re being an idiot, and I’m done getting your pity!” He started to make his way to the stairs.

Sirius hopped off the couch and followed him. “What do you mean, my pity?”

Remus huffed and turned around. “You know exactly what I mean! You’re going to bunk off getting laid to spend time with me? I’m not that fucking lonely for Merlin’s sake!” Remus started back up the stairs without waiting for a response. He reached for the door to their dorm but Sirius called ou after him.

“Wait, stop!”

Remus opened the door and started to make his way over to his bed only to see that he could not throw himself on it like he had hoped because someone piled various types of chocolates and sweets on it. He quickly turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway. “Did you do this?” He snapped.

Evidently, this was not the reaction Sirius was hoping for because his face fell. “Well, yeah. I mean I was hoping you wouldn’t be pissed at me when you saw but I know you like to buy sweets on the 15th so I thought since tomorrow’s a Hogsmeade trip it might be too busy, so I-” Sirius was getting red.

Remus, unfortunately, was still on edge and was not able to see the gesture for what it was and instead, it only added to his anger. “Merlin’s beard, I’m not your fucking charity case, Black!”

Sirius jolted. He quickly regained his senses and seemed to be inching closer to how Remus was feeling. “I never said you were!”

“Well, you might as well have!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, you just can’t take it when someone does something nice for you, is that it? Stop feeling so bloody sorry for yourself and maybe you’ll see that people actually care about you!”

“Just fuck off, ok? Go enjoy your date, romance her with a shag in a broom cupboard, why don’t you?”

“Fine, I’ll go. But you’re being a right prick, you know that?”

Remus turned back to his bed. He heard Sirius scoff and then the door closed.

Remus sighed. That could have gone a lot better. He looked down at the pile of sweets. Really, it was nice of Sirius to think of him. Why couldn’t he have just said bloody thank you?

Remus may or may not have had a shameful wank that night thinking about how hot Sirius had looked while mad.

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Remus ate the chocolate. He wasn’t just going to let it sit around and go bad, as much as he wanted to, simply on principle. Things were weird between him and Sirius for the next little while. He avoided the subject of Mystery Girl at breakfast the next morning, but that might have just been for Remus’ benefit. As usual, running around the castle grounds under a full moon set everything back into their place. Remus, after getting a stern talking-to from Lily, thanked Sirius for the sweets.

It was now March. Remus’ eighteenth birthday was coming up. It was a weird age, eighteen. He will have been legal in the wizarding world for an entire year but now he was going to be legal in the muggle world too. The other Marauders were purebloods, so he was glad to have Lily to talk to about the weird limbo he was in. Remus wasn’t sure Lily knew just how much he cared for her.

It was nearing midnight on the ninth. Remus was making his way to the Common Room. He was having trouble sleeping and was surprised to find Lily curled up on the couch with a book. She gladly lifted one end of the blanket she was using, and Remus joined her on the opposite end of the couch. Their feet were touching under the blanket and Remus liked the little bit of physical touch. He was feeling rather melancholic. This would be his last birthday at Hogwarts. He felt as if Lily could sense his feelings and they talked for quite a while. There was a natural pause in the conversation and Remus felt completely at peace, for once. “Lily?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t think it’s weird that I’ve never had a girlfriend, do you?” He asked.

Lily shook her head. “No, I think it’s perfectly alright for you to wait for the right girl.”

“What if I don’t want that?” Remus looked down and started playing with the corner of their shared blanket.

“To wait?”

“The right girl.” Remus didn’t dare look up to meet Lily’s face.

“I think it’s perfectly alright for you to wait for the right boy.”

Remus’ head slowly raised, and he met Lily’s eyes. She had the softest smile. Remus let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and felt Lily place a comforting foot on his.

“Moony? You down there?” Broken out of his trance, Remus turned his head in the direction of James’ voice.

“Yeah?” He called back.

“Lads! He’s down here!” James yelled, presumably back into the dorm. There were sounds of commotion and Remus quickly turned back to Lily.

“Lily, they don’t - I haven’t told -”

“Don’t worry.” Again, with that soft smile. Lily Evans was something else.

James, Peter, and Sirius came clambering down the stairs and before Remus knew what was happening, they launched themselves onto the sofa. Lily yelped and moved out of the way. “What the fuck -” Remus was squished under the weight of the three fully grown boys.

“Happy birthday Moony!” James yelled from the top of the pile.

“It’s after midnight!” Peter, middle, supplied.

“Happy birthday, Moons.” Sirius. Bottom.

Sirius’ head was pressed against Remus’ chest and while it felt delightful, and perfect, and oh so right, he really needed everyone to get off of him because if Sirius felt the hardon that he was trying to fight back then not only would this be his last birthday at Hogwarts, it would also be his last day at Hogwarts, period. “Can we maybe not kill the birthday boy?” Merlin bless Lily.

“Lily!” James finally noticed that his girlfriend was also in the room and he pushed himself off the pile. This caused Peter to fall off but Sirius didn’t move.

“You’re squishing me, asshole,” Remus said, trying to push him off.

“Oh shut up, you’re fine,” Sirius got off of Remus and offered him a hand to help pull him back into a sitting position. Remus took the hand and tried to shut his brain off when it also felt right. Sirius sat on the couch where Lily had previously been. Peter was on the floor.

“So, Moony, you ready for the party?” James was now sitting in the armchair with Lily on his lap. Remus groaned in response.

“Oh come on, it’ll be great! We’ve even got other Houses coming!” Sirius added, as if that was supposed to make him feel better.

Sensing this was the wrong move, James piped up. “Not too many though, just a few we know you like to study with. Speaking of, do you happen to know a Ravenclaw Prefect? He was standing with the group, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with him,” Remus stopped breathing.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that, James,” Lily teased.

“Uh, he has black hair, a little taller than me, kinda looks like Sirius but shorter hair and ten times more awkward,” James laughed.

“Oh! Charlie! He’s lovely! How do you know him, Remus?” Lily asked.

Remus was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that James said he looked like Sirius that he didn’t answer right away. He did not have a type. “Oh, uh, he prefers the library when it’s late, we studied together last year.” At least this wasn’t a lie.

“Oh ok, good ‘cause Padfoot was really trying to sell the party and said that you’d love to see him there. He looked pretty pleased.” James said.

“You WHAT?” Remus snapped his head to look at Sirius. No one said anything.

“I, uh, we can uninvite him, if you want?” Sirius said softly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I thought you said that you study together though?” Peter asked.

Remus breathed heavily. “Past tense. He doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“Well, I think you might be wrong there, he seemed excited,” Sirius said, thinking that it would help.

“Yeah, well I’m not!” Silence. Again. “Look, fine, whatever. Maybe he won’t show up.” Remus sighed and got up off the couch.

“Remus I-” Sirius started

“No. I’m going to bed.” Remus left the room and went up the stairs to the dorm. He got into his bed. He still wasn’t tired. At least he didn’t cuss out Sirius this time.

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Remus’ birthday for the most part passed by in an uneventful blur. He was debating talking to Lily about the whole Charlie situation seeing as she was now officially the only person who knew he was gay. And she likes boys too, maybe she would have some advice?

Remus’ birthday fell on a Friday this year so he still had classes to go to but luckily, he wouldn’t have to worry about the hangover he’s counting on happening tomorrow. Remus was tired. Not because he didn’t get enough sleep, no, it was more a mental tiredness. He was looking forward to getting absolutely pissed tonight and just forgetting about everything.

Remus never looked forward to the parties the Marauders threw for his birthday. He enjoyed himself, sure, but he always felt quite out of place. Everyone was there for him. Or, well, that was the idea. Should he dress up? Sirius always did for his own birthday. But that was Sirius, he was an outlier in the data. Maybe he should get dressed up. This is his last one, and maybe Charlie will show up. Maybe that’s all Remus needs. A good fuck.

He sighed, looking himself over in the mirror. He decided that the jumper the Potters got him for Christmas and a pair of jeans was the best he was going to look. He could hear music and loud chatter from the Common Room. The party had already started, it seemed.

“Moony?” Sirius knocked on the bathroom door. There was also that issue. There had been no formal apology between him and Sirius. They hadn’t had the chance to be alone yet. It seemed that now was that chance.

Remus opened the door. Sirius was standing there wearing The Jeans and a Bowie shirt that Remus had given him for his birthday that year. Once again, looking far too good. “Nice shirt,” He joked lightly.

“Thanks, my idiot of a best friend got it for me,” Sirius replied, matching Remus’ light tone. That was a good sign.

“Listen, Pads, about last night -”

“Already forgotten. Today’s your day, Moons, you should get to spend it with the people you want to.”

Remus met Sirius’ eyes. “Thanks.”

“And as my apology -”

“You don’t need to -”

“Yes, I do,” Sirius’ tone changed. “And as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Remus rolled his eyes. “As my apology, I am going to share this beautiful bottle of firewhiskey with you tonight.” Sirius whipped out the bottle from behind him.

“Ok, I can get behind that,” Remus laughed.

“Good.” There was a pause. Their eyes stayed locked. Sirius was the one to break it. “Anyway, I, uh, I gotta piss so …”

“Oh, shit, yeah, go on,” Remus moved out of the doorway to the bathroom. Sirius handed him the bottle and went inside. After the door clicked shut, he unscrewed the top of the bottle and took a large swig. He left the bottle on Sirius’ nightstand and made his way down to the Common Room.

“MOONY!” Remus was met by a very loud James when he reached the landing. This got the attention of the rest of the crowd who all turned to look, letting out a cheer of “Happy birthday Remus!” Ever awkward, Remus opted for a wave in response.

Lily pushed her way through the crowd and gave Remus a big hug. “Happy birthday, love,” She said into his chest. She let go and looked up at him. There was just something about knowing that Lily was there for him that made everything feel infinitely better.

“Drink, for the birthday boy,” James appeared at Lily’s side. He wrapped an arm around her waist and passed Remus a cup with the other.

Remus took it and James raised his eyebrows expectantly. Remus sighed, brought the cup to his lips and chugged.

“There we go!” James gave Remus a rather forceful pat on the shoulder when the cup was empty. Remus laughed, thankful that he had friends to support his wish of getting plastered.

Suddenly, there was a hand gripping his shoulder from behind. Remus jumped a little. “Drink up, Moony my friend,” Sirius’s voice was right in his ear, his free hand reaching around Remus to pour a hefty amount of firewhiskey into the empty cup Remus was still holding. Lily looked utterly shocked.

“Not planning on seeing tomorrow?” She joked.

Sirius moved to Remus’ side, his and still on his shoulder, his arm now wrapped around. Remus wasn’t sure if the warm feeling he was experiencing was because of that or the alcohol that was making its way into his system. Regardless of the reason, he started to down the drink in his hand. “You only turn 18 once, Evans, come on!” Sirius teased.

“Yeah, and you only die once too!” She shot back.

“Evans, if you are to one day become Mrs. Prongs, then I must inform you that us Marauders are actually immortal,” Sirius said matter-of-factly.

Lily rolled her eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Just you wait, I am going to be the sexiest eighty-year-old you’ve ever seen!” James exclaimed. Lily shook her head fondly and didn’t dispute.

Sirius removed his arm from around Remus and started a heated discussion with James about how no, he was to be the sexiest eighty-year-old. Remus tried not to shiver at the loss of contact. He took this time to scan the room. Partly looking for Charlie, party looking for Peter. He always did get himself in the oddest situations at parties.

“So,” Remus stopped his scanning to see Lily had removed herself from James and was now standing at his side. “I’ve been thinking,” She said. Remus could sense that she was being very careful with what she was saying. “Charlie.”

Remus turned his head to look at her. “What about him?”

“I don’t mean to overstep anything, but, based on facts that I now have and your reaction last night, I feel like you two have … history?”

Remus chuckled a little. “You’d be correct with that assumption,” He took another drink. “Didn’t end so great, but also if he shows up tonight, I’m worried he might get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea being?”

“That I’m still interested,” Remus finished the rest of his drink.

“So, I’ll take it that it was not a mutual end to things then?” Lily was still hesitant when she spoke.

“Right again!” Remus laughed, starting to feel the buzz that he’d been chasing. “I felt bad because I was essentially using him because the person I am actually interested in will never be interested in me, so …”

“Well, at least you knew to call it off before it was serious,” Lily shrugged. Remus almost opened his mouth to correct her, maybe make a joke about how that was the issue. That it wasn’t Sirius. “So, who is this person that will never be interested in you?” She joked, bumping her shoulder into his side.

Remus sighed. He trusted Lily immensely. So far it was feeling really good to talk to her about these things, and he knew he never would be able to say it out loud without the alcohol so this would probably be his only chance to come clean. “Sirius.” Lily’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. Remus nodded his head knowingly and raised his cup to his lips only to remember that it was empty. He looked around the room for Sirius so he could get a top-up. “Where is that tosser, anyway?”

“Are you going to tell him?”

Remus stopped scanning the room again and looked at Lily. “I don’t -” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He’s so painfully straight. I don’t want to make things awkward. Instead, I will be drinking my pain away tonight!” He raised his empty cup into the air. Lily just shook her head at him, knowing there was nothing she could say to change his mind.

An hour went by and Remus was drunk. The bottle of firewhiskey had emptied rather quickly and he was really craving a smoke. Remus wasn’t one for dancing, so he mostly spent his time at parties standing in the back watching everyone else jump around. It worked out nicely because he was able to sneak away to the dorm to smoke or take a break from the stimulating environment without his friends following him.

He stumbled up the stairs, one hand trailing up the wall to keep his balance. He pushed his way into the dorm and went to his nightstand to grab his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and made his way over to the window. He pushed it open, lit up, and took a drag.

“I was wondering where you were,” Remus turned quickly and saw Charlie standing in the doorway.

“Hey.”

“Nice party.”

“I guess yeah,” Remus took another drag.

“Haven’t seen you much this year,” Charlie took a step into the room. Remus sighed.

“This year’s been mental,” Remus laughed lightly. Charlie walked closer.

“I was surprised to get the invite,” Charlie chuckled, making eye contact with Remus. Charlie had nice eyes. Not Sirius nice, but he could still appreciate them. Remus shrugged. Charlie took the neglected cigarette out of Remus’ hand and took a drag.

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t, not usually anyway,” Remus nodded in response, not really sure what else to say. Charlie placed what was left of the cigarette on the window ledge.

“Listen, Charlie -” Remus was cut off by Charlie pressing his lips firmly against his.

Remus made a surprised sound, but he didn’t hate it. Merlin, it had been so long since he had been kissed. He found himself responding quite quickly, his arms snaking around Charlie. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. It was his birthday, after all. He could snog someone if he wanted to.

“Mm, Remus,” Charlie moaned into the kiss. Remus could feel himself growing hard. He could also shag someone if he wanted to. Charlie broke away to trail kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Remus kept his eyes closed. Charlie kept moving lower and when his lips were no longer on skin Remus opened his eyes to see him move to his knees.

“Merlin, fuck,” Remus breathed as Charlie started undoing his jeans. He pulled them down and started palming over Remus’ bulge.

Charlie hooked his fingers into the waistband of Remus’ briefs and slowly pulled them down. His dick sprung free. Remus was a little embarrassed at how quickly he got this hard. “Fuck, I’ve missed your cock.”

Remus reached down and gripped hard on Charlie’s hair. “I’ve missed your mouth.”

Charlie chucked but slowly started licking the tip. He wrapped a hand around it and lowered his mouth. Remus groaned at his dick was met with the wet heat that was Charlie’s mouth. He started bobbing his head, stroking whatever wouldn’t fit. Remus tightened his grip on Charlie’s hair. “Fuck, yeah, don’t stop,” Charlie looked up and made eye contact with Remus. He did kinda look like Sirius, now that he thought about it. Fuck, no, don’t think about Sirius right now. But he couldn’t help it. Charlie’s eyes turned into the specific shade of grey that simply draws Remus in. His hair was longer, more curl to it. Perfect bone structure. Sirius, on his knees, Remus’ cock shoved down his throat. Remus pulled on Sirius’ hair, pushing more of his cock in Sirius’ mouth and he came suddenly with a loud “Fuck!”.

Remus opened his eyes when he heard gagging and looked down to see not Sirius but Charlie. He quickly released his grip on Charlie’s hair. There was a creak and Remus’ head shot in the direction of the door. That was Sirius. “Shit, fuck!” He scrambled for his jeans, trying to cover himself. Charlie swallowed rather loudly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up, looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus.

“See you ‘round. Happy birthday, Remus,” And he was gone.

Remus finished zipping up his jeans and looked back up at the doorway but Sirius, too, was gone.

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It had been a week. The incident of the Birthday Blowjob had not been talked about. Remus wasn’t sure if he was thankful for this or not. On one hand, he was glad not to talk about it because that would also entail having to find out just how long Sirius was standing there. On the other hand, he just wanted things to get back to normal and if that meant talking about it then he just wanted to get it over with. Remus hadn’t seen Charlie, either. He wanted it to stay that way. If he ever did bump into him, he would probably play the “I was so drunk I don’t remember anything card”. It was a low move, but he did cum down his throat imagining it was someone else, so he was already pretty close to the bottom. At least he didn’t moan Sirius’ name.

He was tired of being constantly on edge. Even if Sirius had only seen the tail end (Remus prayed to whatever entity would listen that he wasn’t there watching him cum), he still would have seen Charlie on his knees and Remus half-naked. Not much for the imagination there. He was on edge because essentially that had been his coming out to Sirius. He didn’t know how Sirius felt about gay people, it never really came up in conversation. For all he knew, Sirius could be the nastiest homophobe. Remus’ biggest worry used to be that Sirius was straight and would turn him down. Now it was that Sirius was repulsed by him.

Remus took it upon himself to put some distance between him and Sirius. He desperately wanted to talk to Lily, but he didn’t want to disclose the graphic details. James? No, that would involve him having to come out first. He sighed.

It was a Friday night and Remus was trying to do some reading from the comfort of the Common Room. He tried to forget that this time last week he was sharing a bottle of firewhiskey with Sirius. He tried to forget that as the night went on, they stopped using cups and just took gulps from the bottle. He tried to forget that he’d had Sirius’ saliva in his mouth. How he would like to have more of it. Remus shut his book with more force than he had planned. Merlin’s sake.

“Hey.”

Remus jumped a little and looked over the back of the couch. Sirius was standing at the bottom of the stairs. Like Remus, he was in his pyjamas.

“Hey,” Remus said back.

“Mind if I join you?” Remus shrugged and Sirius walked over. Remus pulled his legs closer to his body so Sirius could sit on the couch with him. Their feet touched. There was a pause. “Do you hate me?”

Remus blinked a few times. “What? No, why would you think that?”

“It just - I feel like lately you’re always mad at me.” Sirius looked down and started picking at his nail polish.

Remus was about to deny that claim until he thought about it. Yeah, he really has been mad at Sirius a lot this term. “I don’t mean to be.”

Sirius chuckled. “Thanks,” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“No, I just mean … There’s been a lot going on, y’know?” It wasn’t really a lie. Remus just didn’t want to say that the truth was that he’d discovered that it was easier to be mad at Sirius than to pine over him.

Sirius nodded slowly. “About last week -”

“Sirius -”

“No, please let me finish,” Remus shut his mouth. “I just, I want to know what I did that made you feel like you couldn’t tell me.” Sirius kept his head down.

Remus found that he was holding his breath. What was up with this couch and confessions? “Don’t take it personally, really. Lily’s the only one who knew.”

“You told Lily?” Sirius’ head snapped up.

“Well, I mean, she figured it out. All it took was my reaction to you inviting Charlie it seems.”

“So, are you two …”

Remus laughed lightly. “No. Well, last year. He was, uh. That’s who I was with when Prongs caught me sneaking back in.”

“Oh,” Sirius said. He was avoiding Remus’ eyes, looking over his shoulder instead. Remus nodded and started picking at the dirt under his fingernails. “So, you’re -”

“Gay,” Remus didn’t want to hear whether Sirius was going to use a different word or not.

“… How did you know?”

That caught Remus’ attention. “What?” Sirius was red. “Well, I guess my first clue was that I didn’t understand what you lot were on about when it came to girls,” Remus chuckled. “And then I realized that I felt that way about blokes.”

“Like Charlie?”

“Sure.”

“Were you nervous?” Sirius was picking at his nails again.

“Yeah. But I kinda forgot about all that when he kissed me.” Remus shrugged. If Sirius was going to make a fuss about this, he probably would have already.

Sirius nodded, taking this information in. “I didn’t have plans on Valentine’s Day.”

“Huh?” Remus didn’t understand the connection.

“I lied.” Sirius flushed again. Remus liked that shade of red on him. “I wanted to spend it with you.” Remus froze. He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest. “And I kept teasing you because I was worried you’d gone and made plans with someone already. I didn’t mean to hurt your hip that night, I really am sorry.” Remus had almost forgotten about that part of the night. He didn’t know how to feel about the fact that Sirius hadn’t. “I didn’t want to admit to myself why I wanted to spend it with you and then you just snapped at me. The chocolate didn’t make things any better,” Sirius was still looking at his hands. Remus’ mind was going a mile a minute. Sirius wanted to spend Valentine’s Day with him? Has Sirius been interested all this time? Since when? Surely, he would have noticed Sirius flirting with him? Right? “And then I felt like I really fucked up when we told you Charlie was invited,” Remus nodded. “Hence the firewhiskey,” He laughed to himself. Remus enjoyed the sound. “And then … well you know the rest.” Sirius was still red. Remus felt his face heat up the same way.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

Sirius chuckled again. “I’m not.”

Remus’ breath caught in his throat. He was about to open his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what exactly, when the portrait hole opened and James and Lily came stumbling through, back from their patrols.

“James, we’ve been over this, we both can’t fit through at the same time!” Lily said through laughs.

“But I don’t want to stop holding your hand!” James whined.

Sirius snorted rather loudly, and James and Lily noticed the two boys on the couch. “James Potter, ever the sap.”

“Oh, shut it, Black, you’re just jealous.” James tried to downplay the redness of his cheeks by teasing Sirius.

Sirius pushed himself up off the couch and stretched, his shirt riding up ever so slightly. Remus tried, and failed, not to stare at the patch of exposed skin. “Well, time to call it a night. We’ve got party planning to do in the morning!” Sirius clapped his hands together and joined James in walking towards the stairs.

“Party? What party?” Lily asked, stopping in her tracks.

“It’s ol’ Prongsie’s birthday soon Evans! Surely you haven’t forgotten?” Sirius teased.

“I didn’t forget. It’s just, didn’t we just have a party?”

Sirius barked out a laugh and wrapped his arm around James’ shoulders. “You are quite observant, Evans. We did in fact just have a party, but that was for Moony. This one is for Prongs.”

Lily sighed. “Fine. But just, maybe not as big as the last one?”

Sirius broke out into a grin. Lily groaned.

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A little over a week had passed. Whatever it was that happened on the couch a week after Remus’ birthday was never discussed again. And Remus was going out of his mind. He wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. His first instinct was to talk to Lily, but he felt like Sirius would want to keep whatever he was trying to say a secret. That also made Remus’ mind spin. There were things that Sirius only wanted Remus to know.

James’ birthday unfortunately fell on a Monday this year, so the party was set for the Saturday before. Remus wasn’t sure what the crowd was going to be like. He knew that James was more popular than him so logically there would be more people, but on the other hand, Lily did ask for a smaller group and knowing James he probably let her have that win. Charlie was not invited.

Remus was nervous. He felt like tonight was the night to decipher Sirius. Once Sirius was drunk, he would be an open book. Remus was not planning on drinking. He wanted to be able to remember whatever Sirius says to him.

He was in the bathroom, fixing his hair when he heard the music start. Voices became louder and it was eerily similar to last time. “Stop fussing, you look good,” Remus’ hands froze. He saw the reflection of Sirius standing in the doorway through the mirror. He looked good.

“Hair’s getting a bit long I think,” It was starting to curl at the ends.

“No, I like it,” Sirius stepped forward and reached up to run his fingers through Remus’ hair. Remus’ eyes fluttered close at the touch. “Remus, I- ”

Remus slowly opened his eyes. They were standing really close. Sirius’ eyes quickly glanced down to Remus’ lips. The air was thick. Gathering all his courage, Remus slowly leaned down and removed the few inches between them.

Sirius’ lips were wonderful. They were softer than they looked, tasted like sweets with a hint of tobacco from the cigarette he bummed off Remus earlier. But best of all, they kissed back. Remus felt like he was going to faint when Sirius’ lips moved together with his own. Sirius’ hands slipped from Remus’ hair and rested on the back of his neck. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened and Remus could have sworn he heard Sirius moan. His grip tightened and he pulled away from Sirius’ lips, kissing across his jaw, trailing down to his neck.

“We should probably head down, no?” Sirius asked breathlessly. Remus hummed in approval but didn’t stop. “Remus, if you don’t stop now then I’ll never let you.”

Remus chuckled. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me,” He bit down lightly on Sirius’ neck. Sirius swore and gripped onto the hairs at the bottom of Remus’ neck.

“Fuck, I want you, Moony.”

Remus paused to look at Sirius’ face. Fuck did he want Sirius too.

“Hey, are you tossers coming down or not?” James’ voice tore them apart.

“Yeah, just a sec!” Remus shouted back. Sirius was still regaining his composure. Remus revelled in the fact that he was the cause of that. “Continue this later?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That better be a promise.”

“Oh, I promise,” Remus said, smacking Sirius’ ass on his way out of the bathroom.

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Torture. The night was nothing, if not torture. Once Sirius had regained his grasp on the world, there was no stopping him. Little things mostly, just to tease Remus. But on multiple occasions, he squished his way through groups of people “accidentally” brushing his ass directly over Remus’ crotch. It wasn’t until the fourth time that he tried to do this that Remus decided that two can play at that game. He gripped Sirius by the waist, holding him in place. No one was paying attention, they were all trying to have their own conversations over the music. Remus pressed himself harder against Sirius, making his erection known. “Are you just going to keep teasing me all night?” He asked, directly into Sirius’ ear.

“Maybe …” Remus tightened his grip and Sirius bit on his lip.

“How would you like it if I did that to you, huh?” Remus lightly nibbled on Sirius’ earlobe. He let one of his hands trail lower, down the front of Sirius’ thigh. “I could just palm you right here.” Remus felt Sirius shudder. “Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sirius started nodding his head feverishly. “Hmm, well maybe you should have thought about that before you started teasing me, then.” Remus released Sirius and took a step back.

“Oi, Pads! How much have you had to drink, mate? I’ve never seen you this red!” Remus smirked at James’ comment. He watched as Sirius tried to pull himself together while James made his way closer.

“Just need a bit of air, I think,” Sirius choked out. Remus tried not to laugh.

“Hey! Moons!” Remus’ head perked up and he joined the conversation. “Take Pads upstairs and crack a window, yeah? Lily will be furious if he pukes down here.”

“Yeah, sure,” Remus agreed and wrapped an arm around Sirius. “Come on mate, let’s get you upstairs.”

They turned and made their way towards the stairs, pushing through groups of people as they went.

The second they made it into the dorm Remus pushed Sirius against the door and kissed him. He responded just as hungrily. Sirius’ lips were still as sweet as before, less tobacco, but no alcohol. It seems that Sirius also wanted to be sober for tonight. Remus was thankful.

Remus broke off the kiss and started trailing kisses across Sirius’ collarbones. “Can I confess something?” Remus paused what he was doing and met Sirius’ eyes. Sirius’ face reddened and he looked away. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when I walked in on you,” Remus raised an eyebrow. “I came so hard that night thinking about it,” Remus went back to kissing Sirius’ neck. He remembered their conversation on the couch. Sorry you had to see that. I’m not.

“I also have a confession,” He said. After a few more kisses, “I was imagining it was you on your knees.”

Sirius groaned. Remus felt the vibrations with his lips. Sirius lightly pushed Remus off and sunk down to his knees. Remus tried not to moan as Sirius started to unbutton his jeans. He unzipped them tantalizingly slow. Once undone, Sirius pushed them down Remus’ legs and palmed his hand against Remus’ erection. Sirius slowly pulled down Remus’ boxers and his dick was finally free. Sirius glanced up at Remus. He nodded, and Sirius began trailing his tongue across Remus’ shaft. Remus instinctively reached out to get fistfuls of Sirius’ hair. He moaned and Remus tightened his grip.

“I’ve had enough of your teasing,” Remus seethed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sirius replied, his innocent demeanour a stark contrast to his current actions.

“Don’t make me just fuck your mouth, Pads” Remus was mostly kidding. He very much had a dominant side, but he’d never had many opportunities to use it. Even with Charlie, it stayed relatively dormant.

“Yes, please.”

Remus choked on his spit. Sirius did not respond with words, instead, he simply let his jaw go slack. Remus nervously thrust his hips, edging his dick past Sirius’ lips. He kept going until he reached the point where he figured Sirius couldn’t take more. Sirius, ever impatient, reached for Remus’ thighs and forcefully pulled him closer until his nose was flush with Remus’ stomach. Remus let out a moan. Never in his life had someone put his whole dick in their mouth.

Sirius gave Remus’ thigh a tap, bringing him back down to earth. Slowly, Remus pulled out and thrust back in. It felt amazing. He gripped harder on Sirius’ hair and squeezed his eyes shut as the moan Sirius released vibrated around his dick.

“Your mouth is so good,” Remus said, continuing to fuck into it. Sirius moaned again, louder, if that was possible. His cheeks were red, and spit was dripping out of his mouth, he was quite the sight. “You look so fucking good right now,” Sirius made a noise that Remus hadn’t heard before and he pulled out and removed his hands from Sirius’ hair, worried that he’d hurt him.

“Why’d you stop?” Sirius’ voice was hoarse, and Remus’ dick twitched.

“I thought I hurt you,” Remus said. Sirius bit his lip in embarrassment.

“You didn’t, not that I’d mind,” Remus inhaled sharply at that revelation. “I just, really liked what you said.”

“That you look good with my dick in your mouth?” Sirius nodded, biting back a moan. “Well, it’s true,” Remus reached down and swiped up some of the drool from Sirius’ chin before bringing the finger into Sirius’ mouth. Sirius groaned.

“Fuck, I need you.”

Remus pulled Sirius up by the collar of his shirt and smashed their lips together. “Bed. Now.” He growled into Sirius’ mouth. Sirius obeyed and all but sprinted to Remus’ bed. Remus kicked off his shoes along with his jeans and underwear currently pooled at his ankles. He grabbed his wand and locked the door. No interruptions this time.

Remus turned around and made his way over to Sirius. He was laying in the middle of the bed on his back. On his way there he had kicked off his shoes and his jeans were also gone. Remus walked up to the bed and got on it, straddling Sirius. He palmed over Sirius’ dick. “What do you want?”

“Anything, please, just touch me.” Sirius moaned, closing his eyes. Remus smiled and lifted his hips to pull Sirius’ underwear down. His dick twitched upon contact with the cool air. Remus leaned over Sirius and reached for his nightstand. He opened the first drawer and pulled out his bottle of lube. He sat up and popped the cap, squeezing some into his hand. He tossed the bottle onto the bed and brought his hand down and wrapped his fingers around Sirius. Sirius made a sound at the back of his throat at the touch. Remus began stroking Sirius teasingly slow. When he let go, Sirius whined, and Remus loved the sound. Needy Sirius was definitely a Sirius that he enjoyed. Remus reached for the lube again and squeezed some more onto his hand before bringing it down to his own dick. Sirius wined again and bucked his hips. “Impatient, are we?” Remus teased.

“Please, Moony,” Remus was loving this new side of Sirius he was discovering.

“Please what?” Remus asked, cocking his head to the side.

“More, I need more.”

Remus loosened his grip on his dick and reached his fingers to wrap around Sirius’ dick as well. He started stroking them together and Sirius moaned, sinking his head back into the pillow. “There’s a good boy.” Sirius squeezed his eyes shut and his hips bucked involuntarily.

Remus tightened his grip on their cocks. “Oh, so that’s what you liked, huh?” Sirius bit down on his lip. “You like knowing what a good boy you’re being?” Sirius nodded his head frantically. “Use your words, come on.”

“I like it.”

“You can do better than that.” Remus tutted, giving their dicks a squeeze.

“I like … I like being your good boy.” Remus smiled and picked up the pace.

“Good.”

“Remus,” Sirius moaned. It was only his name, but Remus thought it sounded downright sinful the way it all but dripped out of Sirius’ mouth. “I need you, please, Merlin, please.”

Remus reached for the lube again. Sirius whimpered at the loss of Remus’ hand. He coated a few of his fingers before bringing them back to Sirius, this time much lower than were they were before. “Here?” Remus asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Sirius breathed. Remus rubbed a finger against Sirius’ hole and slowly pressed in. Sirius groaned at the sensation.

“Have you done this before?” Remus asked, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of Sirius.

“Y-yes,” Sirius stuttered out.

“Not so good then, are we?” Remus added a second finger.

“I am, I am,” Sirius moaned out. “I pretended it was y-you,”

Remus tried not to moan at that confession. It was incredibly hot thinking about Sirius, just a few feet and 2 layers of bed curtains away, fingering himself, thinking about him.

“You’re all mine then, huh?”

Sirius moaned as Remus started scissoring his fingers. “All yours, all yours,” he repeated.

“Good boy.”

Sirius let out a strangled cry and Remus added a third finger, for good measure.

“Please, please, please,” Sirius whined.

Remus removed his fingers and quickly stripped out of his jumper. Even though Sirius had seen him shirtless before, Remus was still self-conscious about his scars and wanted to keep his top on until the last possible second.

He reached for Sirius’ shirt and he arched his back to let Remus pull it up. The shirt went over Sirius’ head and he lifted his arms up. Remus let the shirt bunch up at Sirius’ wrists and decided to keep it there. He pressed Sirius’s wrists into the headboard of the bed. “Stay.” Sirius nodded, eagerly.

Remus reached for the lube. After he successfully coated his dick again, he lifted one of Sirius’ legs up and rested it on his shoulder. He pressed his dick against Sirius’ hole.

“Please, Remus, please,” Sirius moaned, again with Remus’ name, and that’s all he needed. He pressed in slowly and Sirius moaned out. It was at this point that Remus was thankful for the noise coming from the Common Room that would drown out the noise coming from Sirius.

Remus kept easing himself in. When he was fully inside, he let his body relax. “You feel so fucking good, Sirius.”

Sirius moaned in response. He went to move his arms forward, but Remus reached out and gripped the middle of the shirt, pressing Sirius’s hands back into the headboard. “I thought I told you to stay?” Sirius whimpered. Slowly, Remus began to move, pulling out and thrusting back in. Sirius was biting on his lip, trying to keep his noises in. Remus started moving faster, desperate to get Sirius to release those dirty sounds.

“F-fuck, more, I need more.” Remus agreed with Sirius’ wish and picked up the pace. He leaned down and attached his lips to Sirius’.

The kiss was more teeth and breathing into mouths than lips, but Remus didn’t mind. “So good,” He moaned into Sirius’ mouth.

There was a knock at the door. Remus froze his movements. “Hey, just wanted to check-in, everything alright?” James.

Remus got an idea and slowly started thrusting back into Sirius. “Yeah, everything’s good!” Remus shouted back.

“And Pads? He hasn’t gone and made a mess, has he?”

Remus looked down at Sirius and raised his eyebrows, urging him to respond to James. Remus picked up his pace, fucking deeper and harder.

“Y-yeah! Everything’s good!” Sirius was straining, trying to keep his composure.

“You want me to come in? Moony and I can take shifts if you need it.”

Remus bit back laughter. “What d’you say? Want to take turns with me and Prongs?” He asked, quiet enough that only Sirius could hear.

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut. “N-no! That’s okay! Go enjoy your p-party! OH!” Sirius pressed his lips tightly together. Remus had found the perfect opportunity to find Sirius’ prostate. He kept hitting it.

“You sure?” James was persistent.

Sirius opened his mouth, but nothing came out other than the tiny sounds that he couldn’t stop from escaping.

“We’re good Prongs, he’s perking up, we’ll probably be down in a bit,” Remus replied, punctuating his sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

“Okay, just find me if you need anything,” James said.

When Remus figured enough time had passed and James had returned to the party, he reached for Sirius’ wrists and pulled off the shirt. Sirius’ arms fell immediately, and he gripped down on Remus’ sides, his nails digging into the skin.

“You did so good, so so good.” Remus pulled out completely and Sirius whined at the loss. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and get on top?”

Sirius nodded vigorously and he sat up to swap spots with Remus. Remus laid back on the bed and watched as Sirius straddled him and positioned himself. He gripped Remus’ dick and slowly sunk down. “Fuuuuck,” Remus moaned. Sirius slowly raised himself up and then swiftly back down again. Remus was in heaven. Sirius leaned his head back as he bounced up and down. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Sirius smirked, the cocky bastard, and began fucking himself faster. Remus loved how Sirius’ dick bounced around with him, dripping precum as it went. He could feel himself growing closer.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” Sirius moaned, and Remus started thrusting up in time with Sirius. Sirius reached behind him and held onto Remus’ thighs to balance himself as he started moving faster.

“Are you going to cum without me even touching you?” Remus realized.

Sirius bit down on his lip. “Mmmhmm.”

“Oh, fuck Sirius, yes, yes, cum for me, such a good boy.”

“Fuck, Remus!” The sound Sirius let out as he came was too much to handle for Remus. Sirius kept bouncing on his dick as ropes of cum coated Remus’ stomach. Remus lifted his arms and gripped Sirius’ hips. He pulled him down at the same time that he thrust one last time, cumming with Sirius’ name on his lips.

After the two boys caught their breath, Sirius removed himself from Remus. He reached for his wand that was resting on the nightstand and with a quick scourgify, the mess he left on Remus was gone. He then flopped down on the bed, resting his head on Remus’ chest. “Fucking hell.”

Remus let out a breathy laugh and started to lazily play with Sirius’ hair. “I would very much agree with that.”

“Remind me to get on your bad side more often,” Sirius laughed.

“What do you mean by that?”

“If all it took was me pissing you off a couple of times for you to fuck me like that then I will gladly face the consequences.”

“I think you’re forgetting that we made up each time, idiot.”

“Are you going to tell me that there wasn’t lasting sexual tension?” Remus didn’t answer. “Exactly my point,” Sirius laughed.

“If you piss me off one more time then you’re going to get a lot more than a fucking.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, now.” Sirius tutted.

Remus lifted Sirius’ head off his chest and repositioned himself so he was on top of Sirius, one hand on either side of his head. “When have you ever known me to not follow through on something?” Remus asked, lowering his head to kiss across Sirius’ collar bones. When he reached the nape of his neck he bit down slightly and sucked a large bruise.

Sirius pushed Remus’ head away. “Okay, okay, I take it back. I can’t do another round just yet, Merlin!”

Remus chuckled and put his weight back on the bed beside Sirius. “Don’t mess with me, Black.”

“Oh, you know I already plan to.”

[verve-wifux]

Draco Malfoy - Busted.

Draco Malfoy / Reader.

18+

Description

Draco Malfoy had always had a soft spot for his Chemistry partner, ever since the first year. His lingering and affectionate looks always went unnoticed by you, especially as he had been preparing to ask you to the Yule ball. To Draco's dismay, a certain hufflepuff beat you to it. Cedric Diggory.

Ever since you had accepted Cederic, the soft spot Draco once had for you hardened, and all that is left is yearning, anger and lust.

When things take a turn in detention and secrets are revealed, can the two really resist eachother?

Warnings - Angry confessions, degradation, praise, Dom! Draco, detailed sex scenes, strong language, refers to character death, oral sex, M! Whimpering/Whining, moaning.

Side notes - This oneshot is set in the 5th year.

This was written especially for my girlfriend, so do not expect anymore.

Word Count: 6318

You occupied your usual table in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a potions book as you got in some extra study. Due to the time, 6:36 AM, the library was vacant, meaning it was the perfect time for some extra reading.

Your blue and white tie (symbolising the house you belonged to, Ravenclaw), was neatly wrapped around the collar of your white, buttoned shirt. Your robes were neatly disgarded over the back of your chair due to the hot climate of summer.

It seemed the heat this year had been unbearable, presumably due to the fact you never ventured outside. The courtyard was always overpopulated and overwhelming, more than often resulting in a headache which forced you to retire early to the Ravenclaw common room and miss supper in The Great Hall.

You sighed, allowing your slender fingers to subconsciously twirl a strand of your brown hair as you read about Amortentia. You did not understand why someone would trick another individual into falling in love with them, the thought actually repulsed you, but you studied the recipe regardless.

Making your brown eyes snap up from the pages of your book was the sound of your best friend's happy and lighthearted voice.

"Y/N!" Luna cheered as she skipped towards you, strange glasses propped on her nose which were tinted orange.

Despite Luna being considered strange amongst your fellow pupils, the witch had managed to weave her way into your heart and a smile bloomed on your face as you watched her near.

"Good morning, Luna. I see you slept well?"

Luna shrugged a shoulder, starting to pack away your things into your bag.

"It's pancake day! We have to get to the food hall before the Slytherins get there and steal them like they did last Tuesday." She grumbled, clearly still annoyed at the fact she had been robbed of her pancakes.

You attempted to ignore the way your heart dropped at the mention of Slytherins, your mind going to a certain student with platinum blonde hair and a nasty attitude.

You shook your head, ridding him from your thoughs, and closed your book.

"Fine, fine. Have you prepared for the lecture today? Professor Snape mentioned there would be a quiz today, didn't he?" You questioned, glancing to your friend as you slipped your robes over your shirt, which was neatly tucked into your skirt which fell to your mid thighs.

Luna scowled at you.

"My mind is soley focused on pancakes, that lecture is a future me problem! Besides, you and Malfoy seem to distract Professor Snape with your competitive debates and answering each lesson, it practically gives everyone else a free period!"

You gave her a flat look, and she shrugged playfully.

"I'm not lying."

You sighed in defeat, knowing your best friend was correct, even if you did not wish her to be.

"Will pancakes shut you up?"

Luna nodded sweetly, skipping from the library.

Your frown deepened at the thought of your chemistry parter, but followed after Luna nonetheless.

Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so dissmissive and fustratingly annoying towards you, there was a time you had been.. friends. It wasn't that you weren't friends now.. you were just simply.. distant.

In the beginning, Malfoy had actually been quite nice to you. He would slip you notes in class, coy smiles and a playful jab of his elbow when you teased him. But everything had changed last year, he grew.. distant and colder. Instead of chuckling at your jokes, he frowned and looked at you weirdly. He would brush your notes to the side, disposing them in the trash bins before even reading them.

You were lying if you said it hadn't hurt.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You sat silently next to him in potions class, and focused on Professor Snape's lectures. However, for the past 3 months, it seemed you two were always at each others throats, battling for the correct answers in class, trying to prove something to the other.

You scolded yourself for thinking about him, and followed after Luna. Immediately entering the Great Hall, you were hit with the strong smell of food - pancakes more specifically.

Luna let out a cheeful "yippie!", seemingly unaware of the attention she had brought to herself as she picked her seat and began to stack pancakes onto her plate. As you sat opposite her, your eyes noticed a group of people staring at you both from across the hall with judgy eyes.

You glanced over the individuals, a boy you came to know as Blaise . His eyes were narrowed at you in a judgemental way, quietly whispering to the girl next to him, Pansy, no doubt talking shit about your friend.

You narrowed your own eyes in return, glaring over at them before striking up a conversation with Luna, who was shovelling food into her mouth uncaringly.

****

Ever since your.. distance with Malfoy, you dreaded what used to be your favorite class. You found, as you grew older, it was harder and harder to focus on your Professor as your eyes always wandered to the side of Draco's face.

This time was no different.

Subtly, you let your eyes wander over his pale face and irritatingly high cheekbones. His nose was perfectly curved, his lips plump but not distractingly so. His jaw was strong and sharp, and you almost wanted to break it.

He was annoyingly attractive.

You forced your eyes to Snape, trying to ignore the way Malfoy's masculine cologne flooded your senses, making you a little lightheaded despite it not being overpoweringly strong.

He had removed his robe upon entering, grumbling under his breath about the heat, and had unfastened the top button of his shirt, his tie messy and loose around his neck.

You wished to fix it more than anything.

"Keep staring, will ya? It'll give me a head start on this quiz," Draco muttered, not taking his eyes from the Professor.

You stayed silent for a moment or so, was he.. talking to you? Your cheeks burned pink and forced your eyes from him. He had caught you staring at him, and he seemed entertained by the fact.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, I was simply scoping out the competition."

He scoffed, shaking his head at you.

"Hm? And what have you concluded?"

She let a sly smirk cover her lips.

"That no way you will be beating me."

That made Draco look at you, but you used all of your strength on not looking back. You felt his eyes move over your side-profile agonizingly slowly, making you almost self conscious. He hadn't looked at you for this long since... well.. last year.

"Stop staring, Malfoy, you need all the help you can get."

You noticed in the corner of your eye that he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, glancing away from you as he tried to stop a grin from taking over his mouth. He shook his head gently.

You smiled yourself at the playful teasing between you.. it was nice.

You had missed this side of him.

But soon, you were quickly reminded that Draco Malfoy was an asshole as you battled eachother for the answers to Snape's quiz.

However, when Snape tallied up the points.. it was a tie. Before either of you could demand a decider question, the bell went.

You.. you couldn't believe it. You'd have to wait until tomorrow's lesson to find out who had won, and by the sour look on Draco's face, he felt equally as disgusted and infuriated.

As Pansy passed, she giggled with a stupid high-pitched tone which made you want to slap her across the face.

"Unlucky, Malfoy."

She touched his shoulder mockingly, but he quickly shrugged off her touch, muttering angrily as he strode past her.

You attempted to swallow your pride and hurt, ignoring the way he hadn't even said goodbye to you and stood up yourself.

You noticed Draco had left his robe, and part of you wished to snip it up into teeny tiny pieces and scatter it around the room. But you knew without it, and Umbridge's new, strict rules, he would be in huge trouble if he was spotted without it.

Sighing in defeat, you picked up his robe, folding it over your arm, and went to follow him.

****

You did an awkward fast walk as you tried to follow him through the halls, but his long legs meant he walked infuriatingly fast compared to you. You didn't wish to run after him, nor call out his name. It was a rule that female and male students could not be within 6 meters of eachother, meaning you couldn't make it too obvious.

You had alwayd been a firm follower of the rules, and that was what made you hault outside of the boys bathroom, which Draco had just entered. You debated entering, or waiting outside for him.

You knew it was more risky to be caught by Umbridge outside of the bathroom, but what if someone was inside of there with him?!

You cursed yourself mentally, and went inside.

It was silent inside the bathroom, apart from the running of the tap. You peeked your head in, seeing Draco's hands resting on the side of the basin, his head dipped. His shirt was untucked and tight on his lean body. Lean but not scrawny. Veins ran up his bony hands, a few silver rings decorating his fingers, no doubt his house crest.

His hair was messy and disheveled, and you gulped.

"M-Malfoy?"

His head snapped up, staring at you through the mirror. His gray eyes went soft upon seeing you, scanning over you quickly, but hardened once more when he reached your face.

"Can you not read? This is the boy's bathroom."

You scowled at him.

"I was merely trying to return your robes, you forgot them in potions."

You threw it at him rudely, making him react and catch it with his right hand.

You were about to turn, but hesitated at the sight of him. He looked.. awful.

"Are you.. alright?" You whispered, your voice going quiet on its own accord.

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking at you hatefully.

"I'm not in the mood for your snarky and smart comments, so leave," He ordered with a roll of his eyes, rubbing a slight coat of water of his face.

You rolled your own eyes, muttering under your breath as you began to walk out.

"Cranky git.."

You gasped when you felt a firm hand, Draco's hand, wrap around your small wrist and pulled you back. He had moved so quickly, you hadn't even seen him nor heard him. He pulled you harshly, nearly making you collide with him if he hadn't steadied you.

"Say it again, I dare you," He gritted down at you angrily, and you felt small compared to him. You tried to look away from his penetrating eyes, but realised his other hand was on your chin, forcing your face up to look at him.

"Let go.." You ordered, but it sounded all wrong. It was breathless, and you couldn't stop the heat in your cheeks at his touch and the look on his face. He looked.. feral. Out of control.

"Let go, Malfoy," You tried again, sterner this time.

You held your breath as his eyes skipped to your mouth, and he licked his own lips before releasing a sigh from his nose.

He let you go, and you took a few steps backward.

You glared at him before turning on your heel and quickly left the bathroom. You gasped for air, it felt your airways were clogged with his cologne, your skin burning from where he had touched you.

You glanced behind you when you heard your name being called out, eyes widening when you saw Draco storming after you, his robes clenched in one hand.

You quickened your pace, having no idea where you were going.

Your legs burned with effort as you tried to avoid Malfoy, but he easily caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around.

"We can't be this close-"

"I don't fucking care," He snapped, and you peered up at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Just.. I- I'm sor-"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N! That does not look like 6 meters to me, does it to you?" You heard Dolores Umbridge's annoying high pitched voice call out, and you sighed in annoyance.

This was all Draco's fault.

"For Christ Sake.." Draco grumbled and moved a singular step away from you.

"5 more, Mr Malfoy."

Dolores Umbridge rested her hands on her hips, staring up from under her pink hat at Draco.

He shot her a nasty look, opening his mouth to argue with her.

"We were just talking-"

"You are more than welcome to talk in detention, Mr Malfoy, not during lesson changeover!"

She glanced over him.

"Be sure to tuck that shirt in, fix your tie and be wearing your robes before attending detention. You as well, Miss Y/L/N."

You opened your mouth to protest.

"But I wasn't-"

"Another word and it will be 2 hours, rather than 1."

You and Draco stared at her silently. After a few moments, she hummed in satisfaction and floated away. Your eyes snapped to Draco angrily.

"I hope you're happy."

You stormed away before he could respond and did not look back.

****

You informed Luna of your very first detention, and she rubbed her face.

"I warned you Draco would only get you into trouble back in first year! You just didn't listen because you were head over heels for him."

Your mouth fell open.

"It's not my fault he chased me! Besides, I don't like him."

She raised an eyebrow from behind her book.

"Since when?"

"Since he started being horrible last year! He made it obvious he didn't like me, especially when he didn't invite me to the Yule Ball.." You muttered quietly.

"Sounds like you still like him to me. Why else would you still be bothered by it?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but didn't deny it.

Draco was nothing but trouble, you knew this and you didn't like him. Not anymore anyway... Right?

You gulped and stood.

"I gotta go, I'll be late for detention," You slung your bag over your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"See you later?"

Luna nods at you lightheartedly, and you leave the library and head to Professor Snape's classroom, where you were being forced to complete your detention.

You sat in the back of the classroom, placing your bag on the stool next to you and sighed as Snape supplied you with paper, a quill and an inkpot.

Draco soon entered the classroom, sighing as he slumped into the nearest seat, across the room from you.

"How nice of you to join us, Malfoy."

Snape muttered, giving Draco the same instruments as yourself.

"Your father will not be as pleased."

His voice sounded threatening as they stared at eachother, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction. You felt like there was a hidden meaning.

"You two will write lines for the whole hour. I will check back in on you both later. No funny business."

Snape went to leave.

"What do you want us to write, Professor?" You questioned and his head snapped around to you. You swallowed slightly.

"Perhaps.. that you will follow the rules."

And he was gone.

Draco and yourself sat silently for about 20 minutes, and you focused on writing your lines. You sighed after a while, resting your head on your fist.

"I take it you do not enjoy spending time with me?"

You glared over at Draco, before returning to your lines.

"Don't talk to me."

You heard Draco scoff, and rage boiled through you.

"You're so good, Y/N. It must be exhausting."

You looked to him, frowning. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I bet this is your first detention."

You stared into his eyes from across the room.

"I don't pride myself on causing trouble and breaking rules. It's normally quite easy to do."

"Normally?" Draco raised his eyebrow at you, his quill disgarded on his desk.

"Yes, normally. I don't normally have you running after me and getting me into trouble. Don't be shy, what did you need to so desperately talk to me about?" You crossed your arms, dropping your own quill.

Draco rolled his eyes, and you felt your anger burn brighter inside of your chest.

"Can you stop doing that? It's annoying."

"Doing, what, exactly?"

"Brushing me off!" You snapped before you could stop yourself, and you both fell quiet. He stared over at you in disbelief.

"You better be joking," He muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He stood up at your confused look, and walked towards you. You gulped, but didn't move from your chair.

"You shouldn't be so close-"

"You brushed me off."

His sentence not only cut off your voice, but also caught you by suprise. You blinked at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping from between your lips.

"And when was that?"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, towering over you.

Just when you figured he was ignroing your question, he spoke.

"The Yule Ball."

You could barely believe your ears, what was he even talking about?! You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest angrily as you glared up at him.

"You didn't even talk to me at The Yule Ball!"

He groaned in fustration, shaking his head.

"I'm talking about before The Yule Ball! When you agreed to go with Cedric fucking Diggory!"

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, and his own face paled at his angry confession.

"All this time.. you've been mad at me for going with.. Cedric?" You spoke slowly, trying to understand him.

Was he being serious?!

"Why would you even be angry at that-"

"Because!" He snapped at you, shutting you up.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger faded.

"Because I.. You agreed before.. before I.."

He struggled to speak the words, and you were so so confused. You waited for him to talk.

"You agreed before I could even ask you. You- I felt like an idiot because I thought..I thought we were.."

He stopped speaking, and looked away. Draco couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed, too hurt.

He felt like an idiot.

"You were.. going to ask me?" You repeated in disbelief, and your heart sunk. You had pined after Draco since you had first met him, but figured after he didn't ask you.. you were merely his potion partner. 

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"And you tell me this now? It's nearly been 6 months since the Yule Ball, since Cedric-" You trailed off, unable to quite speak the words.

Cedric was dead now.

"You've ignored me this whole time.. because you were jealous?" You snapped, cocking your head.

Draco opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't jealous, but he didn't want to lie. Not to you.

"I.. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I was.. jealous and embarrassed and I hated him. I hated him for taking you away from me, I hated him for asking you before I could!" He argued, stepping closer to you.

You held your breath as he neared impossibly close, his body millimeters from yours. He dipped his head to look down at you, his eyes staring straight into yours and filled with passion and truth.

"I don't understand..why?" You breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He scoffed at you, shaking his head. His hands went to your hips, and he pushed you backwards until your ass pushed against the desk. You gasped slightly at his touch, and your hands automatically went to his forearms to steady yourself. You could barely breathe as he spoke, watching his face.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? I- I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N. When we got put together in potions, I thought you'd just be another smartass bitch. But.. you were so much more. God, I was so wrong about you, darling," He breathed with a soft smile, his eyes watching your mouth as he uttered the words to you. You flushed at his nickname, inhaling sharply at his confession.

"Draco.. I-" You whispered and he groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Say that again."

You hesitated.

"Say what, your name?"

He smiles again, nodding.

"..Draco.." You whisper, your body trembling and hot.

Draco lowers his mouth to yours, and kisses you gently, almost testing out your reaction. You freeze when his soft lips meet yours, your fingers tightening in his shirt before you pulled him closer, kissing him back.

Draco's ringed hands went to the skin of your plump thighs, and he lifted you onto the desk in a slick motion. He kissed you harder as you wrapped your legs around him, holding him there. Your fingers ran up his arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as you pulled at his hair softly.

Draco groaned into your mouth at the action, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other going to your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. His tongue swiped against your lips, looking for access as he squeezed your hip again. You whimpered gently, parting your mouth to allow him inside.

The kiss was passionate and positively sinful. It was full of lust and desire, unlike the innocent peck you had shared with Cedric when the two of you had snuck off for some air during lasy year's ball.

No, this was different. This was dangerous.

Draco's tongue dominated yours, licking and exploring your mouth with his. You melted into him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted from you.

"You taste exactly how I imagined you would, darling."

You smiled against his lips, kissing him feverishly. His long fingers began to tug on your shirt, untucking it from your skirt and ran up your ribs.

"We can't do that in here, what if Snape comes back?" You protested, and he smirked.

"Then we'll have to be quick."

Your mouth dropped open.

"What if.. someone hears us?!"

Draco chuckles at you darkly, kissing your mouth as he reached for his wand, waving it as he muttered "Muffliato."

You go to protest some more, but a mere gasp escapes your lips as his lips drop to your neck, kissing over your jaw sloppily and eventually sucking your lobe into his mouth.

Your vision went white with pleasure, your breath coming in hard and fast.

"Draco!" His name was a prayer on your lips, nothing more than a breathless plea.

He smiled against your neck, humming.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you? So good and vocal," He muttered against your skin, and you whined needily.

"Stop teasing me."

That was enough consent for his fingers to glide over your stomach and up the valley of your breasts, beginning to undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt.

He threw it to the side, his lips attatching to your collarbone as he continued to swiftly undo the buttons of your shirt. His large hands ran over your sides, thumbs stroking your ribs before he removed your shirt completely, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You felt goosebumps travel over your skin as his eyes looked you over, from your plump thighs which were hooked around his hips, the plane of your stomach, your breasts that were contained in a black bra.

"You're so fucking perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl.."

You moaned softly at his words, arching your body into his as you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Your hands began to roam over his shoulders, shoving his robes away and exposing his white, buttoned shirt underneath. You smiled at the fact his tie was loose once more, his top button already unbuttoned. You pressed light kisses over his jaw and neck, swiping your tongue over his Adam's apple when you reached it, and let your fingers begin to nimbly undress Draco.

He smired at your eagerness, allowing you to tug at his clothes, slipping them from him.

"That skirt is dangerously short, you know that? Sometimes I bet you wanted to tease me, hm?" He cocked his head, and you nodded sheepishly.

"Maybe a little.." You admitted quietly, and his smile grew as he shook his head.

"Dirty fucking girl, aren't you?"

You kissed him again, full of lust and want for him as you tugged on his hair again. Draco's hands went to your thighs, squeezing roughly as he began to lift your skirt higher, taking it slow with you to ensure you could still change your mind.

However, you didn't.

You watched eagerly as he inched your skirt higher and higher, soon exposing your underwear which had dampened with arousal at his previous kissings and touches. You mewled as he tutted, your eyes feeling heavy as you stared up at him.

"Look at you, making such a mess for me already. I'll have to clean you up, won't I?"

You nodded with a breathless "yes" passing from your lips, moaning into his ear when his lips dipped to your chest and began to kiss his way over your skin, squeezing the plump of your ass. He let his hands roam higher over the curve of your back, undoing the clasp of your bra before he chucked it to the side carelessly.

His heart beats rapidly at the sight of your exposed chest, your nipples hardened due to the cool air and his assessing look. His hands go to your sides, his thumbs stroking over your sensetive buds once, dragging a moan from you as you shivered.

"Gods, Draco-"

"No one touched you here before, darling?"

You shook your head timidly, and his smile turned cruel and teasing. He tutted, lowering his mouth to one of your nipples as he kissed softly.

"Well then, I'm just gonna have to break you in, won't I?"

Your moans continued to leave your mouth as he kissed your chest, lightly sucking marks onto your skin as he teased your body. Your core fluttered at the feeling, growing uncomfortably wet after a few of his pleasurable licks. Your body arched into his mouth, panting out his name in desperation, your eyes closed tightly.

"Mhm, you feel so good, love," Draco muttered, pulling away from your chest to admire his work. You glanced to your chest, seeing his marks littering your skin, but didn't care.

You wanted more.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer until you could kiss him deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasted him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his hands sliding over your body, handling your breasts roughly as his other went to your hip, dragging you closer into him until you felt his hardened cock brush against your sensetive core.

You moaned softy, your head falling back as you let his mouth wander down your body. Catching you by suprise, his hands went to your thighs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You gasped, one hand around his neck, the other clinging to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored your question, a sense of authority entering his voice.

"Lie back and spread these gorgeous legs for me, beautiful."

You swallowed but hesitantly followed his orders, a rush of pleasure rushing over you as you obeyed his command.

You slowly parted your thighs when your back was against the desk, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" You whispered out, your voice high pit hed and breathy.

Draco chuckled from above you.

"Lift your hips for me, love. Just like that," Draco praised you when you again followed his command, allowing him to slip your underwear from you, and carelessly throw them to the side. You felt exposed and vulnerable, your body trembled as you knew the only thing between your body and Draco was the flimsy material of your skirt.

Draco lowered himself to his knees before you, and the sight dragged a soft mewl from you. There was something so pleasurable about seeing him bow before you.

His ringed fingers dug into your thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he nuzzled your skirt up your hips. He pressed kisses into your thighs, sending you crying out his name and your hips squirming against his tight hold on you.

Before you could even speak, his mouth slanted over your entrance, and slid his tongue through you slowly, swirling around the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You moaned loudly, gasping in shock and pleasure and his action, his name dying on your throat. He groaned against you, his eyes rolling back into your head.

"You taste so good, little one. So fucking sweet," Draco nuzzled your thigh again before going back to your entrance. His tongue slid over you, rolling against your clit as he pressed a kiss there.

Draco worked you with his tongue for a little while, waiting until you were gasping his name before allowing himself to slide a finger into you. Your walls tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, his mouth sucking at your clit gently.

"Draco!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ectasy and overwhelming pleasure. Your hips grinded against his mouth, willing to take a other one of his long fingers.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Ask me nicely, Y/N."

You gasped as he nipped your clit with his teeth, your senses shocking at the very slight pain, and body shuddering.

"D-Draco please. Give me another one.."

Draco chuckled darkly, squeezing your thigh roughly.

"You missed a word, darling. Try again," He prompted with a teasing smile.

You froaned in fustration, but swallowed, trying again.

"Draco.. Please, I want.. I need another one." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this in the potions classroom, with Draco of all people.

Draco laughed at you, sliding a second finger inside of you and he curled them, hitting a spot deep inside of you which made you see stars.

"Such a needy little cunt. You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You nodded pathetically, crying out in pleasure as he sucked again on your clit. His tongue prodded you teasingly, testing your body in all of the right ways and you could barely contain yourself as he you gasped his name, your release rushing from you.

Draco moaned from down your body, his ringed fingers tightening on your thighs as you held your squirming body still, coated with your slickness, determined not to waste a single drop of your cum. He eagerly dragged his tongue over your slit as he swallowed every drop of your arousal that fell into his mouth, drinking like he had been stranded in the desert for a week.

You moaned loudly as you came, your half-hooded eyes watching him as he buried his tongue inside of you, dragging out your pleasure almost painfully. His messy hair tickled the tender skin between your thighs and your lower stomach.

When you panted for air, your orgasm fading and leaving your body trembling weakly, Draco pulled his mouth from you, kissing your sensetive clit once. You groaned at the sight of him, his lips plump and wet with your cum, some smearing over his chin.

"That is the closest to God I think I've ever been," He chuckled breathlessly, leaning over your body and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted youself on his tongue, and kissed him back hungrily, desperate for more of him.

You tugged him closer, scraping your nails over his back and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. As you brought him closer, his dick brushed against your sensetive clit and you both moaned.

"You're a minx," Draco scolded you, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You giggled softly, kissing him again.

"You like it," You teased, smiling up at him. The soft light of the classroom lit up his features, he looked godlike staring down at you with a wide smile.

"Mm, a little," He hummed, kissing along your jaw, letting your body return to your senses before he continued with your pleasure.

"You alright?" He checked in, and your heart fluttered. You took his chin in your fingers, and pulled his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

"I've never felt better," You whispered against his mouth, reaching down to slowly pump his cock in your fist. His breath hitched, and his forehead fell into the crook of your shoulder as he let out a breathless groan.

"Fucking hell, love.."

You continued to stroke him from the base, swiping your thumb over his glistening tip and collecting his already leaking precum.

You stroked him faster, kissing his neck as you stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in your neck as he whimpers.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpers.

The sounds Draco made sent you into a spiral of your own pleasure and determination. His hips began to slowly thrust into your hand as he panted harder, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as you touched him. His arm rested above your head, straining as he moved, his other still rested on your hip and squeezed gently.

"Merlin's Beard, that's- Oh my.." He continued to thrust himself into your hand, rolling his hips as he whined.

"Mmh, feel good?" You kissed his neck again, and he nodded, hips stuttering.

"I wanna- wanna be inside of you, darling.." He moans gently into your ear, biting down on your shoulder.

"Then what are you waiting for you?" You teased, and lined him up to your entrance. You swept his tip through the slickness that had been building up at his sounds and actions, and you both whined needily.

"You sure?" He gasped, he licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. His hair was ruffled from when you had been pulling at his blonde strands when he had buried his face between your thighs, his eyes gray and staring straight into yours.

You nodded, and with your permission, Draco began to gently fuck himself into you.

You cried out his name desperately, a searing pain shooting through you at the initial stretch, and you closed your eyes. Draco groaned from above you, his lips dropping to your chest as he placed sloppy kisses over your skin.

"So perfect..." He groaned, thusting his hips into your body softly, the arm above your head straining with effort as he fought against slamming straight into you.

Your pain slowly melted into pleasure as his movements grew quicker, your body not resisting him anymore and stretched to accommodate his impressive size. With each thrust, he hit your hilt, sending your body jolting and stars to your vision.

"Draco.. Merlin's Beard, harder," You begged him, moaning into his ear.

He grinned against your neck before his movements grew harder, rocking your body with each thrust of his hips, the desk creaking under you. The sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room, and he captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply.

He pounded into your body, groaning against your mouth as you melted into him, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

"You take me so well, made for me, weren't you?" He teased, slamming into you. He reached down, removing his hand from your hip to rub circles onto your clit with his long fingers.

You moaned out loudly, tears escaping your eyes at the over-stimulation. You sobbed his name in desperation, not entirely sure on what you wanted him to do. You could barely breathe, your body alight, all caused by Draco fucking Malfoy.

"Such a good fucking girl, feel you're close, darling," He continued, and you nodded with a pathetic whine. You felt Draco's cock twitch inside of you at your sounds, his own groan escaping his lips as he suddenly increased his speed.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss as you came on his cock, pulling at his hair as you wrapped your legs around him tightly. He whimpered, his head falling to your shoulder as he fucked his cum into your trembling body.

"Y/N.." He whined, muffled by your skin as his hips stuttered, still rubbing circles on your clit pleasurably.

It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, and you could barely breathe. You felt like crying, your body shaking, clinging onto Draco like a lifeline. His little whines only fueld the butterflies in your stomach, both of you gasping and whimpering as he pulled out of you, both of you sensetive.

He breathed against your mouth, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't even think about mentioning that again."

You giggled, knowing he was referring to his whimpers, and smiled widely at him.

"Our little secret, hm?"

He chuckled darkly, kissing your mouth for a few moments before he began to re-dress your weak body, pressing kisses over your skin and stroking gently as he went.

He had barely returned to his seat when Snape entered, no doubt to release you both from detention, but hesitated.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Snape muttered to you, leaning over you with his hands on your desk, a frown settling onto his face.

You nodded quickly, trying to feign innocence.

"When did you move into Slytherin?"

You glanced down at your tie, seeing you wore Draco's green tie. You looked to him, both of you noticing he wore yours at the same time.

You winced, glancing back to Snape with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks.

Busted.

[verve-wifux]

Playing Nurse - Daryl Dixon smut.

Description:

You tend to Daryl after he's shot by Andrea after looking for Sophia but he isn't one to follow instructions, especially yours.

Ever since Rick's group arrived on your father's farm, and Daryl had immediately caught your eye. Whenever you got the chance to talk with him, you took it.

And this was no exception.

Warnings: Strong language, mature themes

*****

You puffed out a sigh when you entered the room you had forced Daryl to stay in while recovering, the bed messy, but most importantly, empty.

You slipped your hat, matching with your younger sister Maggie's, and began the walk over to Daryl's makeshift camp just outside the farm's fence.

"Y/N! Have you seen Maggie?" You heard Glen's voice call out from somewhere behind you, making you glance over your shoulder, pointing towards the house.

"Cookin' dinner with Lori and Carol," You called back, earning a thumbs up before he picked his pace into a light jog.

You shook your head at your sister's boyfriend with a smile on your mouth. You were happy she'd found someone like him. He was sweet, dorky but in a cute way.

You continued the walk to where the motorcyclist would be, biting your lower lip to fight the smile that tried to form when you saw him, his crossbow in his rough hands as he cleaned it with a rag.

He glanced up, his crystal blue eyes meeting yours, squinting due to the lowering sun. You saw his eyes hover on you before they rolled back into his head, looking back to the weapon in his hands.

Asshole.

"Y/N," He said in a way of greeting, eyes not meeting yours.

"Dixon," You greeted back, stopping in front of him and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Who gave ya' permission to leave?" You questioned, tilting your head.

"M'fine," He merely grumbled back, still cleaning the bow in his lap.

"That wasn't my question, who gave you permission to leave?" You replied back, making his hands hault, his eyes meeting yours as he looked up at you from the log he was sitting on.

Daryl's whole face could be seen as he had taken off his bandage about a week ago, unable to stand it any longer. His eyelashes were dark and long, a stray one on his tanned cheek.

You resisted the urge to wipe it away.

"What am I, your prisoner?" He questioned back, raising his brows at you, still squinting as he avoided the sun.

"Evidently not, seen as you're not where I left ya'," You frowned, making him puff out a low "pft".

"Not like ah ran away, jus'left," He shrugged, looking down at his crossbow.

Unable to stop yourself, you reached out, stopping his chin with a finger and forced his face back up.

He looked physically taken back by your gesture, but didn't pull away, letting you tilt his face upwards to meet yours.

"Look at me when I'm talkin' to ya," You ordered, making him raise a brow, but kept his mouth shut.

You removed your hand from his chin, wiping your finger along his cheek, collecting the stray eyelash.

"Make a wish," You smiled at him, showing him the eyelash on your finger, waiting for him to blow it away.

He searched your face before his eyes dropped to your finger.

"Wish ya'd stop botherin me," He wished before blowing on the eyelash, making you scowl at him.

He glanced back up at your face, a small smile on his lips, unable to help himself.

The sight made you freeze, you'd never really seen the man smile before.

It suited him.

"What does?" He asked, making you blink.

You realised you said that bit outloud as he stared blankly at you.

"Smilin', should do it more often," You shrugged, making him scoff at you.

"You've done nothin' but frown at me, so don't gimme that shit," He argued, making you grin at him.

You licked your lips, trying to hide your girlish reaction, but it didn't help. His own smile widened as he watched you, tilting his head as he observed you.

"Cause ya could hurt yourself out here, Dixon! I'm lookin out for ya," You remarked, making him roll his eyes.

"Pft, please. I'm just fine," He grumbled, shaking his head as he glanced from your face, scanning the forest and hills around us.

"At least come to dinner tonight," You sighed, sitting next to him, nudging his leg with yours while you sat.

"Ya been cookin?" He questioned with a scoff, making you nudge him playfully with your shoulder.

"Ya think I've been cookin? Best I can do is chop up some veggies. Maggie, Lori and Carol did it," You answered, your breath catching as he tilted his body, meeting your gaze.

He scanned your face, first your eyes, down your nose, your sun-kissed cheeks, your rosy lips.

He finally shook his head breifly, glancing away from you.

"C'mon, I'll make sure you don't have to sit on the kid table," You pushed, dying for him to say yes.

You didn't know why you had gravitated towards him as much as you had, but looking after him..checking in on him had been nice. It felt like you two had hit it off.

But.. he was healed and ready to go back to ignoring you most days.

"Why ya care so much?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you.

You froze, you'd been afraid of this question.

"Why wouldn't I?" You questioned back, deflecting the best you could.

He rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, Y/N. Why? Why ya been looking after me? Checking in? Ya dont gotta, so why?" He asked quietly.

"Well, everyone deserves help when they need it," You shrugged, holding his gaze.

He merely hummed, glancing to the sunset.

You followed his gaze.

"It's beautiful," You commented, noting the lovely orange, pink, purple, yellow and blue colours as they melted into one.

"Yeah," Daryl's voice replied, rough and deep like usual.

You glanced back over to his face, noticing he was already looking at you.

You watched eachother silently for a few moments.

"Fuck, Y/N, ya make this so hard and complicated," He muttered lowly, his eyes tracing over you.

You blinked.

"What?" You questioned, but your voice was breathless and weak.

He merely shook his head, scoffing softly, almost like he found it amusing that you didn't know what he was talking about.

"Ya can't look at m'like that," He grumbled, making you inhale sharply, your gaze falling to his mouth.

"Like what?" You questioned, meeting his gaze again.

"Like that," He answered roughly, unconsciously setting his crossbow aside.

"And why's that?" You teased with a smile, tilting your head at him. The hair you had left out of your half up-half down hairstyle falling over your shoulder, covered by a thin, blue and white flannel.

His answer was his lips pressing them against yours.

Immediately, you responded to his actions, your lips moving againat his own softly, your hand going to the side of his neck, fingers lacing into his hair as you pulled him closer.

He groaned against your mouth, his hands roaming to your waist and hips, pullling you closer until you straddled over him.

You could get closer due to the new position, angling your mouth closer to his.

You brushed your tongue against his mouth, quickly slipping inside and greeting his own tongue with a suggestive sweep, exploring his delicious mouth.

His hands tightened on you, holding you tighter to him as he kissed you harder, slowly taking control of the situation.

"Daryl!" You gapsed when his lips dipped from your mouth, planting themselves on your neck.

He kissed your skin tenderly, sliding his tongue up the length of your neck, kissing under your ear.

He smiled against your skin when you said his name, making him pull back and glance up at you.

"That's the first time you've ever said my name," He commented, making you grin down at him, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"Make me say it again," You muttered against his lips, grinning happily.

"I'll make you scream it," He replied before picking you up in his strong, muscled arms.

You squeaked in response, laughing as you wrapped your legs around his hips, arms around his neck as you kissed him again.

He lay you down on the blanket he had on the floor, the grass soft underneath it, making it suprisingly comfortable.

He threaded himself between your legs, making you wrap them around him tighter, bringing him closer as you kissed him.

Your hands roamed over his muscled arms, squeezing roughly as they traced over his hot, tanned skin. Your hands went to his shirt, quickly undoing the buttons there, desperate to set your eyes on his broad chest.

A sight you had only seen once or twice.

Thankfully, his vest was thrown over a seat nearby, not having another layer of clothes to fight through.

He chuckled when you ripped him from his shirt, disgarding it somewhere, not bothering to check where it landed.

"Someone's eager," He teased in a humerous tone, making you scowl before you flipped him.

He puffed out a chuckle at the new position, his hands going to your hips as you straddled over him. Your eyes roamed over his chest, your fingers drawing a path over his skin, making him inhale sharply.

You didn't comment on the scars littering his body, pressing your lips to his collarbone and began to kiss your way down his body.

His hand laced in your hair as you moved south, earning a groan from him when you dragged your tongue over his stomach, nipping with your teeth.

You smiled against his skin before you pulled at his belt, hastily undoing it and pullrd his jeans from him.

He pulled you back to him, sitting up as he pulled your flannel and vest from you, leaving you in your bra and shorts.

His eyes took the time to scan you over before he pressed kisses to your collarbone, hands sliding over the skin of your waist.

"Well aren't ya a pretty sight," He muttered with a smile, making you press your mouth to his again, a soft moan fluttering from you as his thumbs stroked your skin tentatively.

His hands slid up your back, unclipping your bra with ease before throwing it to the side. You continued to kiss him before he pulled back, dropping kisses over your chest and neck.

You whined when his thumb brushed over your erect nipple, arching into him as your breasts ached for more, melting into his warmth and touch.

His mouth wrapped around your other, sucking lightly, making you cry out in shock, your hand going to his hair, pulling him closer.

As he continued to give your breasts some attention, your centre had began to throb uncomfortably, feeling hot and needy.

"God, Daryl. Stop teasing me," You moaned as your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut.

Almost making you cry out in protest, Daryl removed his mouth from you.

"Ya sure?" He questioned lowly, making you shift on him, rubbing against his hardened dick.

He groaned roughly, swiping his tongue over his lips.

"Yes. Fuck me, right now."

Daryl wasted no time before flipping you over, his hands undoing the button of your shorts before pulling them from you, your panties quick to follow as he exposed you to him.

You mewled when the subtle breeze brushed against your molten centre, making your hips rock, desperate for stimulation.

Daryl chuckled at you, his gaze meeting yours, clouded with lust.

"You're desperate, aren't ya? So fuckin' dirty, this why ya were playin' nurse?" He questioned as he rubbed his thumb over your centre, pressing down on the hot, bundle of nerves between your thighs.

You choked on your moan, hips jerking at the contact, body arching up to him.

"Mhm." It was the best answer you could give him, pleasure and desperation taking control of your body.

"Last I checked, nurses aren't meant to fuck their patients," He continued, making you smile up at him, giving him a one shouldered shrug.

"You're welcome to file a complaint," You answered, making him chuckle, pressing his mouth to yours and swallowing your moan when he rubbed over your clit in slow circles.

Your hips rocked against his calloused hand, the roughness of his fingers feeling delightful on your sensetive bud, your core clutching onto nothing.

"God, you're so fuckin' needy and wet, all for me?" He asked, nipping at your jaw as he kissed down your body.

He licked over your nipple again, stopping breifly as he continued to touch you between your thighs.

"All for ya', so wet," You gasped when he nipped your skin with his teeth.

He pulled his thumb from you, making you cry out in protest.

"No, please-"

"Sshh, ima take care of you now, yeah?" He questioned, making you nod eagerly.

You put up no fight when he rested your legs on his shoulders, his hair tickling your thighs as he lowered his mouth to your core, swiping his tongue up your centre.

You moaned loudly, hips jerking at the contact with his tongue. His tongue continued to roll in tight circles around your clit, his rough hands on your thighs, keeping them in place. A coil of heat began to tighten in your lower stomach, spread ingredients dowm your legs and up through your chest, settling in your face. You ground yourself against Daryl's mouth, your moans roling from your mouth without control.

You never knew sex could be like this, so..right. You didn't have a lot of expereince when it came to men, esecially now the world had went to shit, but Daryl and his mouth knew every spot that made your toes curl, your eyes roll back into your head and another moan fall from your mouth.

"Oh..god! Daryl-" A moan cut you off as your hips rocked faster, your hands pulling at the blanket under you, eyes clentched shut as you neared the edge of climax.

Before you could explode, Daryl pulled away with a dark chuckle.

You panted, eyes snapping open to look down at him, your high slowly easing to a subtle ache.

"Ya taste so good, better than any dinner the girls could've made," He grinned as he swiped his tongue over his lips, catching your glistening arousal that lingered there.

And he wasn't lying, you were fucking delicious.

"Daryl- God please," You begged needily, sitting up on yiur elbows as you pressed a kiss to his mouth, tasting yourself there.

You moaned softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and oulled him over your body.

He contimued to kiss you hungrily as you snuck your hand past the waist of his boxers, your hand wrapping around his hardened length, amd began to pump him.

He growled into your mouth, moving his hips in time with your pumps, occasionally speeding up or goimg harder.

You pulled your hand from him, spitting on your palm before going back to him, swiling a thumb over his tip.

"Fuck Y/N," He groaned, restimg his forehead against yours as he lost himself im the pleasure you were giving him.

"Wanna fuck me, Daryl? Bury that hard cock in my warm, tight pussy? I'll make ya feel so good while ya fill me up," You moaned into his ear, nipping his lobe with your teeth.

His dick twitched in your hand at the words, earning a rough laugh, a kiss in your cheek.

"You want that, sweet girl? Want me to fuck you?" He groaned, making you nod eagerly.

"I want you to make me scream," You whispered, your core throbbing with need and want.

"Fuck," He growled into your ear huskily, hips thrusting into your hand.

"Ya gotta stop," He continued, pulling back and pressed another kiss to your mouth.

You worked him a few more pumps, each hard and firm, before retrieving your hand from him.

He groaned, almost like he was in pain at the lack of contact, the sound driving you mad with lust.

You reached down, releasimg Daryl from.his boxers, his dick hitting against his stomach.

Your eyes widened at the sight, he was so big.. so thick. You wondered how he'd even fit inside your body, you'd never taken someone his size. He clearly read your fast and chuckled, pressing a kiss to your mouth.

"You'll take it, you're soaking," He muttered in reassurance.

He slipped a thick didget between yiur legs, swioing over your arosual before olunging inside.

You gasped at the intrusion, moaning loudly as he curled his fingers, hitting all the right places.

"Good?" He questioned, making yiu nod.

"A-another, more, gimme more," You begged wuickly, driving your hips down on his finger in time with his pumping, easily stretching for him.

"Dirty fucking girl, beggin' for more. Beggin' for my cock," He chuckled, making you grin lazily up at him.

"Ya promised you'd make me scream your name, Daryl. I'm not doin' a lot of screaming," You taunted, kissing his neck once.

He kissed your mouth roughly as he lined himself up with your entrance, slamming inside in one, hard thrust.

Your mouth fell open, a breathless scream leacimg your throat as you clung to him for dear life, feeling him so deep made you flutter aroumd him.

"Ya like that, sweetheart?" Daryl muttered into your ear, dragging his hips back before snapping agaisnt yours, pounding into your body you jolted with each thrust.

You could only moan loudly in respomse, driving your hips up against him.

After a few thrusts, he sped up, grunting roughly with each snap of his hips. His tip went against your G-spot with each drive forward.

As promised, you screamed Daryl's name as your release gushed from you, coating Daryl's dick, making his hips stutter inside of you.

He groamed, cutting off your moans and he kissed you roughly, feelimg his release work through your body, miximg with your own as he continued his sloppy thrusts.

He took a minute or so before pullimg out with a wince, just as sensetive as you were, pearly white cum leaking from you.

You panted as you cqught your breath, putting your hand om Daryl's chest as you smiled widely at him.

He pressed a kiss to your mouth, tucking loose hair behind your ear.

"Worked up an appetite?" You smiled, pressing a kiss to his broad shoulder.

He chuckled softly, his hand stroking over your waist and hip, squeezing softly.

"Hungry for dessert," He grinned wickedly, voice low as he pressed his lips to your neck, nipping softly.

You arched into him, kissing him twice more before escpaing his arms, starting to re-dress.

"C'mon Dixon, better get ther before people start looking for us," You grinned, nudging him with your boot.

"Back to Dixon?" He questioned, tilting his head with a soft smile.

"Mm, maybe do that thing with ya tongue again, and we'll see," You winked, making him scoff at you before he started to re-dress. You watched his muscles move, a smile on your face.

[verve-wifux]

More than friends/Daryl Dixon X Fem reader smut!

Summary: Daryl is on watch, and Y/N decides to join him. When tension is high, the two can't deny each other any longer.

Warnings and kinks: Foul language, detailed blowjob, male receiving.

******

Walking through the field in front of the prison, you avoid stepping on the cucumbers planted there by Hershal and Rick. In the distance, you could see the familiar build of the man you came to know as Daryl Dixon. As usual, Daryl had taken it upon himself to take another watch shift as Hershal grew worse with his foot, or lack of one.

Over the past few weeks, you'd say your friendship with Daryl was definitely growing stronger, so strong you'd had a sex dream about him. Twice.

Daryl was attractive, sure. But he was older, much much older. You felt when he looked at you, he saw a kid, a little sister, or a reliability to protect and watch over.

And you hated it.

You wanted Daryl to look at you like you were a woman, a woman he desired to be with, even if it was just for a bit of fun or distraction. You'd find yourself staring at his messy hair, cutting light blue eyes, and veiny hands when he slashed walkers faces off with his knife more times than you'd prefer, especially after he'd always find a way to catch you. Daryl was always very aware of his surroundings, making it hard for you to admire him without him noticing. However, when he caught your stares lingering, all the reaction you'd get was a speck of soft pink dust covering the tops of his ears, maybe a little smile or wave, or he'd ignore it completely and go back to whatever he was doing.

You were surprised when he didn't hear you stalking closer, especially when the hunter's skills were so tuned and precise, he must've been distracted.

"Hey there, Dixon, you alright?" I questioned, placing my hand on his shoulder and squeezing softly as I sat next to him.

His whole body jumped at my intrusion, muscles tensing under my touch as his head snapped around to face me, his hand already on his knife that was strapped at his side. His eyes were wide, hair falling in them as he glanced you over, clearly shocked to find you here. You can't lie, you find it amusing to see the unafraid killing machine at your side be startled by a few simple words and a hand.

You let a smirk tilt your lips North, curving at the sides as you scanned him over one time, god he looked good tonight.

He scowled at you when he saw your smile, shrugging your hand from his shoulder with a mere grunt.

"I'm'kay."

You frowned, something was definitely bothering him.

"You sure? You seem..off," You stated, glancing at the dark sky above your heads, scanning the area for movement.

"I said I'm fine," He reassured bluntly, feeling his eyes hovering on the side of your face, yet you didn't look back at him, trying to calm the racing of your heart.

"Why you here?" He questioned quietly, taking out his knife and beginning to fiddle with it in his hands, goddam those hands. Despite them being covered in dry blood and mud, Daryl Dixon's hands were gods gift to women, and he had no fucking idea.

You met his gaze, noticing his struggle to maintain eye contact with you, so instead looked back to his knife and gulped, just once.

"Thought I'd come out, check in on ya," You merely shrugged, glancing him over.

"You didn't need to."

You sighed in defeat, nodding once before you made to stand up.

"Well then, you clearly don't wanna be disturbed, I'll leave ya be-"

"Wait-" His hand wrapped around your wrist firmly, his eyes already on your face when you met his gaze, you're mouth opened to ask questions, but no noise came out.

"I uh-" He quickly removed his hand, your skin burning with disappointment at his lack of touch. Pink dust scattered over his cheeks, the tips of his ears glowing red.

"I didn't mean- You can stay," He muttered lowly, voice a quick rasp.

You raised a brow.

"Do you want me to stay, or are you just trying to be polite?" You questioned, making him glance over at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he spun his answer over in his head.

"I- I want you to stay.. here, with me," He admitted, clearing his throat for the last two words. You smiled softly at him, putting your hand over his, making his eyes shoot to where you touched him before going to your face, falling to your lips, and slowly giving you a twitch of his lips, which you had learned was a smile.

You both sat quietly for at least ten minutes before you decided to speak, unable to take the silent tension fizzling between you as your knees touched.

You gulped.

"Daryl?" You muttered, glancing over at him, taking in the scruff of his beard before returning to his eyes.

He dipped his head barely, giving you the green light to continue.

"Can we.. can we talk? About something.. it's been bothering me for a while now and I just- need to talk about it," You got out in one big ramble, forcing your lips shut when he shot you an alarmed look, ready to come to your defense.

"Ya okay? Is someone hasslin' you? Cause if so I-"

"No, no. I'm fine, it's just-" You stopped, licking your lips, looking for the right words that wouldn't make him run away from you.

God, why did you bring this up?

"Go for it," He muttered, putting his knife away and watching your face, eyes tracking your tongue's movement as it slid over your bottom lip.

God, he was so attentive to each little detail, you couldn't stop yourself from imagining how it would feel to have that undivided attention on yourself.

"I uh.. I kinda can't stop thinking about someone, and I shouldn't," You muttered, watching his face close enough to notice the small flash of disappointment light in his eyes, quickly extinguished with a blink.

"Oh."

Oh? Fucking oh? Was that all he had?

"And uh, I-" I stopped, not sure how to continue.

"Why- why shouldn't ya be thinkin' about them?" He asked carefully, voice low.

"He's- He's older.. by.. a lot, and I don't wanna scare him off..." You explained, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

"I- Y/N listen, you know Rick has a wife, and Hershal- Hershal is-"

You couldn't stop the laugh bubbling from your mouth, taking him by surprise as he fell silent and watched you, clearly embarrassed he was talking about this with you.

"Daryl, no. Just- no. It's not Rick," You giggled, your laughter finally settling.

"...Hershal..?" He continued with a shy smile, making you shake your head with a smile.

"Uh..no, it's kinda.. you?" You blurted before you could stop your traitorous mouth.

You felt your eyes go wide, not as wide as Daryl's did, however. His mouth fell open, staring at me like a fish, like I was insane.

Shit.

"I didn't- shit, I didn't want you to feel-"

He managed to shut his mouth, finally noticing it opened, and looked down at his hands, his cheeks burning bright red.

"Oh."

You fucked up, shit, shit, shit.

"Shit, I'm sorry-"

"Y/N, can I..Can I um.." He began, unable to even form the words.

"Please don't..move.." He finished, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion but followed his wish, simply nodding hesitantly.

He hesitantly edged closer to your face, his blue eyes captivating yours before they fell to your lips. Was he..? Surely not, surely Daryl Dixon was not going to kiss you.

He was so close to your face you felt his hot breath from his nose, fanning across your lips, making them tingle and your stomach flip with excitement.

His eyes met yours, uncertainty flickering in them as he looked to you for an answer.

Giving him one, you pressed your mouth to his.

You managed to catch the look of pure shock on his face before closing your eyes, the feeling of his soft lips against yours sending your mind reeling. You began to pull back, noticing his hesitation of kissing you back, before you felt his hand go to the side of your face, his calloused hands cupping your cheek and his lips began to move against yours.

You let out a soft sound of pleasure at the feeling of his tenderness, your hands sliding up his neck and into his hair, dragging him closer to you. Nipping his bottom lip, he caught your hint and opened his mouth, allowing your tongue to slide into the gap he made for you before dragging across his.

You felt your cheeks heat at the rough sound he made when your tongues met, his fingers tightening slightly on you, making you swear softly as you swept his tongue in yours again.

His free hand slid to your waist, pulling you over him for a better angle as he continued to roll his tongue against yours, fingers digging into the exposed skin.

You ground your hips on top of him as he pulled you closer, sucking on his tongue teasingly as your hands rubbed over his shoulders.

"Fuck, Y/N," He swore, his voice a low, rough sound.

"Mhm," You hummed against his mouth, tilting your head and going back for more.

The kiss was addictive and all-consuming. Despite his timidness he was still a good kisser, tasting amazing as his tongue swept against yours in leisurely movements.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this," He managed, pulling back from your lips and looked at you. You saw his eyes flick down to your mouth, no doubt full and wet with his saliva.

"No, probably not," You agreed quietly, your eyes flicking down to where your hips met, his hand still securely on your waist, his touch warm and electrifying.

You glanced back to his face when he swallowed, eyes tracking his throats movements, your mouth growing dry by the look of hunger lingering on his face.

Not able to resist, you pressed your lips to the side of his neck, feeling his quick inhale of breath as his pulse pounded. You peppered soft kisses over the sensetive skin under his neck. Swiping your tongue over his skin, you sucked softly, leaving small purple marks over him. He groaned softly, feeling his whole body stiffen under you, hands tightening on your hips when they fell there. Under you, you felt his hardening dick press into you, making you smirk against his throat.

"If this is so bad, why does it feel so good?" You muttered, nipping his earlobe playfully, making him puff out a breathless chuckle.

Deciding you were going to tease him, you began to rock your hips on top of him slowly, grinding down on his cock. You let out a soft moan into his ear, making his head fall to the crook of your neck, feeling his eyes flutter closed.

"Want me to stop?" You offered in a breathless pant, your hips picking up a quicker movement as a low heat began to build up in your lower abdomen.

"No," He answered breathlessly, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You whined softly, hands falling down to his belt and began to fumble carelessly, your mouth finding his. The kiss grew sloppier and more desperate, tongues rolling against one another.

Still rolling your hips against him, your hands slid to his belt buckle, fumbling carelessly as you continued to caress his lips with your own.

You smiled against his mouth when you heard the click of his belt, signalling it had come undone. Daryl pulled back from your mouth, his hands going to yours and stopped them from advancing him further.

"What's wrong?" You questioned, scanning him over.

Hunger still lingered in his face, yet there was something swirling in his eyes. Nervousness or embarrassment, you couldn't decide which.

"I uh- I haven't.." He trailed off with a gulp.

You blinked at him.

"I haven't in a while either, not before all this happened. It's okay," You reassured, hands cupping his face and ran your thumb over his cheek.

"Nah, it's not that. I haven't.. uh," He struggled to speak, His eyes glancing away from yours as his cheeks grew pink.

Surely.. surely the man infront of you wasn't a virgin. You couldn't imagine that Daryl Dixon had never had the opportunity to sleep with someone, you had imagined women desperate to hold his attention before the world went to shit.

"Daryl, are you telling me you're a virgin?" You questioned quietly, angling his head to make him look at you.

Unable to admit he was outloud, he merely nodded.

"I can't- I don't think I can please ya the way ya want, I won't be any good," He choked out, removing his hands from you.

"Daryl, I don't care whether you're a virgin or not, it doesn't mean shit to me, so don't be embarrassed. I can show you how to please a woman, please me, of thats what you want," You explained, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You felt him tense at your words under you, blinking at you when you took his hands, guiding them under your shirt.

"Y/N-" He protested, eyes wide as his hands brushed against your warm skin, ready to combust into flames by his touch.

"Shh, stop worrying so much, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. Do you want this? Tell me you don't and I'll stop," You muttered into his ear, licking the shell as you waited for his answer.

He hesitated.

"I want this, I want ya. I just- I don't know how," He admitted, eyes roaming over your face.

"Then let me lead, just relax," You whispered with a soft smile before pressing a slow kiss to his mouth. You left his hands under your shirt when you went back to his belt buckle, pulling the heavy leather loose before your fingers worked quickly at the button on his pants, swirling his tongue in yours when you slid the palm of your hand up his clothed length.

He moaned lowly into your mouth, fingers digging into your sides as he nipped your lip, only making you grin.

"Like that?" You taunted, licking across his jaw when his head rolled back at the feeling of you rubbing him slowly.

"Mhm," He merely grunted, making you smirk.

Sliding your hand under his boxers, you wrapped your hand around his silky skin, earning a strangled moan from his throat, eyes snapping back to you, eyes heavy with pleasure.

"Just relax," You reminded, pressing your lips against his once more, receiving a rough kiss as you began to pump him slowly, squeezing at the base before you glided back up to his tip, swiping your thumb over his leaking tip.

He cursed breathlessly, eyes hooded and heavy.

You slid down his body, noting the confused look he gave you as he watched you move downwards.

You watched him through your lashes as you ran the flat of your tongue up his length slowly, so slowly it was painful for yourself.

He gasped as he felt your tongue slide over him, cutting off into a dark groan when he watched you hum in pleasure.

You licked him softly, again and again, rolling over his glistened tip before wrapping your mouth around him and beginning to bob on him slowly, involving no teeth. You continued to stroke him with your tongue, taking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head, speeding up slightly as you hollowed out your cheeks to take more of him inside.

"Fuck, Y/N," He gritted out, his hand coming to your hair and pulled softly. A shoot of pride shot down your spine at his encouraging words, telling you how good you were making him feel, and willed you to take him to the back of your throat. You gagged slightly when he hit your tonsils, feeling tears of pleasure prick at your eyes at his hardened size.

You watched him through your dark eyelashes, bobbing your head on him before pulling off with a pop sound. You swallowed the precum in your mouth quickly, licking your lips before licking his side again, sinking back down on him and moving quickly.

You sucked on him, licking leisurely and softly, edging him until he was about to cum in your mouth. His deep and quiet moans made you feel euphoric, wanting nothing more than to feel his release sliding down your throat, dying to taste him.

"Y/N-" He sputtered breathlessly, indicating he was about to find release.

You merely moaned, driving him to the back of your throat, rubbing his tip against your tonsils twice more before his release exploded from him. Hot liquid spat from his dick, filling your mouth until you swallowed , groaning at the taste.

After milking him of cum, you pulled from him, licking your lips eagerly as you savoured the taste of him.

His dazed look made a smile form on your face, knowing he had never received a blowjob from someone.

"How was that?" You questioned. Unable to even respond, he swept your mouth up into a heated kiss.

"What 'bout you?" He questioned timidly when he pulled his mouth from yours, hinting at the fact you hadn't came.

"We'll work up to sex, hm?" You hummed, making him nod eagerly.

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[verve-wifux]

My Hero. / Daryl Dixon. Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader Smut.

Summary: To take a short break from the group, Y/N decides to clear out a hallway or two in the prison to make it safer for Lori to have her child. Daryl isn't happy she put herself in danger and has no problem showing her how worried she made him;)

Takes place in S3!

Warnings and kinks: Foul language, things like knife play, blood, violence, detailed smut, anger, degrading, brat, praise.

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Sighing, you drove Daryl's already bloodied saw-backed Bowie knife through another walker's neck, pulling it free with a horrible squelching noise, twisted your body 90 degrees to the left, and drove it straight into another's forehead.

You grimaced at the lack of its jaw, only open gore and blood remained there, lifeless eyes staring back at you. It occurred to you at that moment, that you shouldn't be so picky about potential sexual partners, it is the apocalypse after all.

After freeing the knife from its face, you continued your venture down the rotten-smelling corridor, flooded with darkness besides your handy-dandy flashlight, which by the way, had started acting up.

Not so handy-dandy after all, huh?

You heard distant groans from somewhere ahead of you, and no, not the good kind, making you stalk closer, keeping your footsteps light and steady, Daryl's knife in your left hand. As the noises grew louder, you could barely make out a distant, wobbling figure ahead of you.

Blackness.

Anddd there goes the flashlight.

Cursing under your breath, you narrowed your auburn eyes to adjust to the lack of light before you began to jab, your first swing finding its mark as it silenced something mid-gurgle. You moved quickly and efficiently, pulling the knife free once final time as the last walker slumped at your feet.

Or so you thought.

Something that could be argued to be a hand grabbed your arm, a loud snarl ripping from mere millimeters from your face, making you yelp in shock. Before you could react with your knife, you heard the familiar snap of a crossbow, and it fell silent.

Squinting your eyes at the new bright light coming your way, you heard the familiar gruff voice of Daryl, relief washing over you immediately.

"Tryin' to get killed? The fuck you thinkin'?" He scolded, pressing his boot on the walker's face before ripping his arrow free. He glanced up at you, his hair dark and falling over his face, hardened sternly as he glared at you. Rising to his full height, he raised a brow impatiently. "Well?" He snapped.

"I took a leisurely stroll," You huffed back with a mere shrug, making him scoff at you before snatching his knife from your fingers.

"My knife," He grunted back, making you bash your eyelashes at him.

"You know how much I love that knife Daryl, you should be more surprised at the fact I managed to steal it without you noticing, rather than stealing it in the first place," You explained smartly, making him shake his head.

"You got a fuckin' deathwish, girl. You lucky I showed up when I did, otherwise? You'd be one of those freaks," He spat angrily, making you gulp. You knew Daryl had an angry side, you just never expected for you to be on the receiving side of it.

"I'm fine though, right? I mean, I'm not dead yet-" You started before he cut you off.

"Nah, nah, you ain't dyin' on my watch, you hear me?" He answered, pointing a finger in your face.

"Whatever.."

He flicked your nose playfully before taking you by the arm, beginning to pull you back to the cell block.

"Daryl?" You questioned, attempting to pull your arm from his strong grip, failed, and attempted to stop again.

"Keep movin'," He ordered, not having your shit.

"Daryl!" You hissed, slapping his hand, right over the skull tattooed there.

He turned, halting you both, and gave you a death stare.

"Do it again, and find out what happens sweetheart," He taunted you, staring down at you from his tall height.

Goddam.

"Do what again? This?" You slapped him again, this time his forearm, making his hand wrap around your neck firmly before you could even fight back, and pinned you back against the cold, stone wall.

"Y/N, I swear- Can you not push me when I can't guarantee your safety?" He hissed, freeing his knife from his holster and holding it loosely in his right hand.

It hit you then that all this fuss and anger wasn't directed because you took his knife, but because you came out and put yourself in supposed danger without telling him.

"I don't need your protection-"

"Fuckin' hell, Y/N. We're gonna talk about this now? Right fuckin' now?" He questioned angrily, tilting his head down at you, waiting for a smart remark.

"Well we have to at some point. Ever since we fucked, Daryl, you're busting my balls every 5 minutes! All this shit about safety? I'm capable of protecting myself!" You argued, his anger growing more as he looked around the hallway, lit by his torch alone which was placed in his belt.

"You don't even have balls," He hissed venomously, making you groan in annoyance.

"Not the point!" You argued.

"Do you not fucking realize that I care about you, Y/N? You think I'm acting this way because I'm afraid to lose my fuck-buddy? Why can't you fucking see what you do to me?!" He argued, his face leaning closer to yours, spitting the words in your face like an insult.

Your heart rate increased, your knees suddenly feeling slightly shakier at his confession. You swallowed thickly as you glanced down at his mouth, the same mouth that has touched you in the most sensitive places, goddam that mouth...

"And what am I doing to you, Daryl?" You pushed, voice low and breathless. He was about to answer but froze, his eyes softening as he scanned you up and down, taking in your disheveled state by his words. He blinked once or twice, eyes dragging over you, making your stomach tighten in response.

"I think the better question is, what am I doing to you, Y/N?" He finally replied with a teasing smirk, his voice low but not because he was weary of others hearing, it was low as the same effect that had washed over you mere moments before had now finally reached him.

You were painfully aware of the hand wrapped around your neck, firm and tight in all the good ways. You swallowed again. Hesitantly, you reached your hand to his front, running up his loose shirt in between his jacket, your eyes trapped on his blue ones. He inhaled sharply, his eyes falling to your lips, wetting his own with his tongue before glancing back up to your eyes. A soft sound of pleasure escaped you with no warning, his eyes flaring as he chuckled darkly.

"Oh sweetheart, you have quite the knack for getting yourself in dangerous situations, don't you?" He muttered, dipping his head to your neck, his nose brushing the sensitive skin under your ear before inhaling deeply, almost like he was taking in your scent. You inched closer to him, your other hand coming to the back of his head, and laced your fingers into his hair when he ran his mouth over your skin, which was now burning with desire.

"Well then, it's a good thing you're here to save me as per usual, isn't it? My hero," You joked breathlessly into his ear, earning a low hum in agreement. You felt his hot, wet tongue slide up your throat, a breathless moan you attempted to hold back from him traveled straight into his ear as you leaned your head to give him a better angle to your neck.

The heat that radiated from his mouth left you, however, a sly smirk on his face as he removed his hand from your neck and replaced it with his knife that you had been borrowing. Your eyes blew wide and frantic, searching his cocky face.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart, I thought you liked this knife, no?" He taunted, sliding the blade up the skin under your chin, forcing you to angle your head further up to avoid being cut.

"Shit Daryl," You swore, arching into him, your hands going to his jacket and pulling him closer. His free hand laced around your waist, his thumb rubbing little shapes onto your burning skin through your clothes before dipping and rubbing over your ass. A soft whine left you, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared up at him hungrily.

"I've been warning you about sneaking out, haven't I? And have you listened to me?" He began to question, angeling his head until your lips were mere centimeters apart and watched you resist closing the gap. It felt like torture, all you could think about was touching him, not caring how dangerous it was.

"Not once, angel," He finished, finally pushing his mouth against yours and swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, looking for an opening. Deciding to play with him, you merely whimpered, not letting him inside your mouth.

You heard the slap before you felt the stinging pain of it ripple across your ass, a breathless curse leaving your mouth and giving him the opportunity to slide inside in the process. He smirked proudly against your lips, as his tongue swept across yours in a suggestive, promising stroke. You felt yourself losing to pleasure, his hand roaming over your hip and thigh, the other still holding his knife to your throat, threatening to slip with the wrong move.

"Daryl," You panted in between a kiss, diving into his mouth as you grew hungrier for his undivided attention on the growing pulse between your legs, becoming more and more unignorable as the seconds passed.

"You're getting desperate, Y/N, pathetic really, isn't it? What a few kisses and a knife can do to you," He taunted, pulling back to watch your pathetic expression, eyes begging him to touch you. You nodded with a pout, letting the tip of the knife nip at your jaw, and letting a small stream of red blood run down your neck. His eyes fell to the cut, tilting his head before dragging his tongue over your skin.

You couldn't deny the moan that ripped from you as he licked the blood from you, your eyes growing heavy and shutting, arching closer into his warmth and sense of security. You felt like you could burst into flames and fireworks at any second, the feeling so intense you had begun to squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there.

His hand slid down your thigh, chuckling lowly at you as he pulled back from your skin, running his tongue over his blood-covered lips, a soft whimper leaving you as you followed the action.

"Tell me, Y/N, if I snuck my hand inside of these pants, how wet would I find you?" He questioned curiously, making you curse under your breath.

"I think you should find out for yourself, Dixon," You breathed, begging him silently to take the bait, to strip you naked and have his way with you right here. He smiled, the sight making your heart falter for a moment or two. He kissed you again, strong and passionate as his right hand trailed up your thigh, dragging over your hip carelessly, and ran two fingers along the waistband of your combat pants.

The same two fingers he'd made you come on more times you can count.

"Touch me," You gasped, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulled roughly.

"Convince me, make it pretty," He shrugged, dragging his knife down your body, running the metal down the valley of your breasts, his eyes not leaving yours.

"I won't steal your knife again, maybe," You began, making him chuckle deeply, the sound buzzing through you like electricity, pressing the tip of the blade against your skin, right under your ribs.

"Fine, no more sneaking out," You blurted breathlessly, angling your hips to rush against his, discovering how rock hard he was. You merely smirked at him when he muffled his groan, pressing his mouth against yours in a sense of urgency.

You hadn't realized he snuck his hand under your pants and underwear until you felt two of his calloused fingers swirling around your sensitive heat, your moans being swallowed up by him eagerly.

"Fuck, darlin', you are wet. All this for me?" He teased, his movements on your clit slow and rhythmic, knowing how to pleasure you enough to drive you insane.

"All for you," You announced, however, it sounded more like a plea. And in a way, it was.

His fingers felt like fucking heaven, swirling in the embarrassingly large amount of wetness between your thighs that had been caused by a few words and a knife at your throat. He swiped his tongue against yours as he plunged a finger deep inside of you, making you gasp into his mouth at the sudden intrusion. His thumb skillfully rubbed circles on your clit as he prepped you for another finger, giving you time to adjust to avoid any discomfort.

"Fuck yes," You panted, your arms wrapping around his neck as his knife clattered to the floor, his spare arm wrapping around your waist, holding you up as you swayed on your weakening knees.

"Feeling good, doll?" He muttered, his forehead pushed against your own, his hot breath fanning your face as he worked you effortlessly. You merely nodded.

"So goddam good, please, faster," You begged before reconnecting your lips with his, earning a low growl of approval from him as he slid a second finger inside of you, making you cry out as he pressed down harder on your clit, moving his fingers faster inside of you, starting off the swirling heat in your lower stomach, fluttering down and settling into your core. Moving inside of you was quick and easy, stretching almost immediately to accommodate his fingers.

You panted as you kissed each other frantically, unable to get enough of this feeling, the feeling of being in Daryl's arms. His mouth was as quick as his fingers, your mind spinning as the world became fuzzy. Nothing else mattered right now, not walkers, not Rick, not Lori or her unborn child, this was the only thing, Daryl.

Your noises grew higher and more high-pitched, eventually, your hips began to rock to meet his movements as he continued to swirl around your clit, feeling yourself climbing higher and higher to release.

"God, I can feel you squeezing me, you like this, darlin'?" He questioned breathlessly, placing a soft kiss on your mouth when you grew unable to kiss him back.

You kept your left arm around his neck, moving your right hand to cup his, beginning to ride against it, desperate to reach that blissful state you've only managed to achieve while being with him, not even your own hand made you feel this good.

"Ohh..god! Daryl!" You moaned loudly, dropping your head to his neck and closing your eyes as you fought off the overwhelming pleasure his mere fingers could bring you.

"Let go, sweetheart, look at me when you cum," He muttered sternly, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead when you met his gaze, struggling to keep your eyes open and looking at him.

"So fucking good for me, aren't you? Such a good girl, give it to me," He continued, his words enough to tip you over the edge and have you a moaning mess in his arms, your body limp as you collapsed into him, crying out as your orgasm worked through you. The world spun quickly, legs shaking as you came all over his fingers, the only thing stopping you from crashing to the floor was his hot, muscular body.

When your high had finally calmed, whimpering softly when he retrieved his fingers from inside of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking off your pearly-white release, you blew out an unsteady sigh. You stood opened mouthed, watching him groan at your taste, the sight and sound alone enough to make you cum again.

"Well sweetheart, you taste delicious," He merely smirked, making you scoff at him, shaking your head.

Unable to resist, you leaned up on your tippy toes, placing a slow kiss on his mouth.

"I'll be sure to return the favor, Dixon," You promised with a teasing wink before lowering to the ground. He inhaled sharply as he watched you slowly pick up his knife, a wicked smile on your lips as you dragged the knife up his leg as you rose back to your full height, swaying your hips as you walked away from him, heading in the direction of the cell block.

"Brat," He grunted after you, making you shrug, glancing over your shoulder at him with a sultry smile.

"Yours truly."