Title: SecretWarnings: Voyeurism/exhibitionism Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Severus, 100 words
Black knew, Severus was sure of it this time. Perhaps he knew all along.
The first time had been a mistake, as far as Severus was concerned. He hadn’t expected anyone to come in as he used the lab for a private project during dinner. Frequently since, however, he’d tried his luck.
And here they were again, Black bent over a desk, robes shoved up to expose his arse, Lupin fucking into him. Severus snuck his hand quietly into his underpants as he watched from underneath a desk.
Black moaned, glanced over his shoulder, and caught Severus’s eye.
“It doesn’t fit right,” James whines through the bathroom door.
“It just needs a few adjustments, babe,” Teddy reassures, trying not to sound impatient.
“Do I look like a fucking seamstress, Ted?”
“Just come out, will you? I can sort it out for you.”
A tense pause, the lock clicks and the door opens slowly, reluctantly.
He’s right, it doesn’t quite fit. Black lace with red flower details covers his nipples and trails down, fanning out into a frilly skirt around his hips.
“So, you gonna sort it out?” James grumbles.
“Fuck no,” Teddy growls, dragging James to the bedroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: GiftedWarnings: Pervertible magic Pairing: Draco/Harry, 100 words
“Trust me?” Draco asks, once his balls settle against Harry’s arse.
“Yeah,” Harry answers immediately. Draco grabs his wand from the bed and casts a complicated looking spell. He looks slightly nervous as he starts to pull out.
“Wait,” Harry starts, “What…?” He can feel a pressure against the tip of his cock, although it’s quite clear there’s nothing there.
“Keep still,” Draco asks seriously, pulling back a little further and the pressure increases until the resistance gives, as if—
“Fucking hell, Draco. Am I fucking you?!”
“Well, you know how I fancy myself an inventor.”
“You’re a fucking genius.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: ClampedWarnings: Nipple play, clamps, masochism Pairing: James/Scorpius, 100 words
Lips. Soft lips, mouthing at the pink nub. Warm tongue, circling, flicking, lathing. Sucking, fuck, there’s sucking. Teeth grazing. Nails. Sharp nails scratching, pinching, twisting. Back arching, breaths panting, words begging.
Don’t stop, please, Jamie. More. Never stop.
Teeth. Metal teeth, biting, holding, hurting, releasing. Aching.
Lips again. Soothing, licking, loving. Apologies and promises falling from that devil mouth, just the same as always.
And back to the other nipple. Back and forth, pleasure, pain, one and then the other until the two blur into one endless overwhelming sensation. Only then, begging, writhing, crying, desperate.
Sometimes, James would steal some privacy, lock the door and take himself in hand. Eyes closed, images of red hair turned to black, soft breasts flattened out and that cock, the one that he’d tried not to stare at, that cock pressed against him, slid between his reluctant fingers.
Eventually, he gave in. Fucking up into his fist, twisting his wrist at the head, giving it a squeeze, imagining it was him. Thinking of his lips, the dip of his throat, the curve of his hip. A secret only he and the inside of the bed curtains were privy to.
Black knew, Severus was sure of it this time. Perhaps he knew all along.
The first time had been a mistake, as far as Severus was concerned. He hadn’t expected anyone to come in as he used the lab for a private project during dinner. Frequently since, however, he’d tried his luck.
And here they were again, Black bent over a desk, robes shoved up to expose his arse, Lupin fucking into him. Severus snuck his hand quietly into his underpants as he watched from underneath a desk.
Black moaned, glanced over his shoulder, and caught Severus’s eye.
And smirked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Tart Warnings: Clothing fetish, embarrassment, dub-con cross-dressing Pairing: Teddy/James, 100 words
“It doesn’t fit right,” James whines through the bathroom door.
“It just needs a few adjustments, babe,” Teddy reassures, trying not to sound impatient.
“Do I look like a fucking seamstress, Ted?”
“Just come out, will you? I can sort it out for you.”
A tense pause, the lock clicks and the door opens slowly, reluctantly.
He’s right, it doesn’t quite fit. Black lace with red flower details covers his nipples and trails down, fanning out into a frilly skirt around his hips.
“So, you gonna sort it out?” James grumbles.
“Fuck no,” Teddy growls, dragging James to the bedroom.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Gifted Warnings: Pervertible magic Pairing: Draco/Harry, 100 words
“Trust me?” Draco asks, once his balls settle against Harry’s arse.
“Yeah,” Harry answers immediately. Draco grabs his wand from the bed and casts a complicated looking spell. He looks slightly nervous as he starts to pull out.
“Wait,” Harry starts, “What…?” He can feel a pressure against the tip of his cock, although it’s quite clear there’s nothing there.
“Keep still,” Draco asks seriously, pulling back a little further and the pressure increases until the resistance gives, as if—
“Fucking hell, Draco. Am I fucking you?!”
“Well, you know how I fancy myself an inventor.”
“You’re a fucking genius.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Clamped Warnings: Nipple play, clamps, masochism Pairing: James/Scorpius, 100 words
Lips. Soft lips, mouthing at the pink nub. Warm tongue, circling, flicking, lathing. Sucking, fuck, there’s sucking. Teeth grazing. Nails. Sharp nails scratching, pinching, twisting. Back arching, breaths panting, words begging.
Don’t stop, please, Jamie. More. Never stop.
Teeth. Metal teeth, biting, holding, hurting, releasing. Aching.
Lips again. Soothing, licking, loving. Apologies and promises falling from that devil mouth, just the same as always.
And back to the other nipple. Back and forth, pleasure, pain, one and then the other until the two blur into one endless overwhelming sensation. Only then, begging, writhing, crying, desperate.
Only then…
Fingers, cock, fuck.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Pretend Warnings: Masturbation, pining, guilt, UST Pairing: James, James/Lily, James/Sirius, 100 words
Sometimes, James would steal some privacy, lock the door and take himself in hand. Eyes closed, images of red hair turned to black, soft breasts flattened out and that cock, the one that he’d tried not to stare at, that cock pressed against him, slid between his reluctant fingers.
Eventually, he gave in. Fucking up into his fist, twisting his wrist at the head, giving it a squeeze, imagining it was him. Thinking of his lips, the dip of his throat, the curve of his hip. A secret only he and the inside of the bed curtains were privy to.