Inspired by Gasoline by Halsey
Pansy smelled like firewhisky and sex and she knew it. She blew out the stale cigarette smoke and watched the blue smoke curl around the room. "I have to get up early", she threw the not-quite apology over her shoulder with her long black hair as she reached for her lacy stocking. She flicked her cigarette into the holder and walked out the door without waiting for him to stop her.
Married. To a blood traitor no less. At least he was a good shag.
Sirius watched her hips sway as she walked down the hall to the room she claimed as hers, his molten gray eyes filled with lust for the witch. Wife.
"Why do you leave after we fuck?" He called after her down the hall, his voice echoing off the fading wallpaper of Grimmauld Place. She opened her door and stood there in her stockings and lace. He swallowed hard at the sight of her. "What if I wanted a round two?" He smirked at her as his eyes wandered over her impossibly long legs and back up to her teeth biting her lower lip.
"I have things to do Sirius. You're a great fuck, but just because the Ministry married us…." she exhaled.
"Then stay and we can fuck again." He grabbed her hips and pulled them to his, rolling them on his hard center, burying his face in her silky hair. She pulled his long hair back, exposing his neck. She dragged her lips across his throat, leaving rough kisses in her wake. She will be my destruction.
He stared at her body tangled in sheets and blankets as he kissed the inside of her ankle and slowly made his way up her legs, nipping and kissing his way to her sweet center. He slid two fingers inside of her and growled "you will stay here tonight."
Her eyes darkened as she challenged him "no." He cocked an eyebrow and quickly flipped her onto her stomach and in one swift motion pulled up her hips and buried himself inside of her. He moved inside of her as he watched her hands grasping for something to hold onto as her walls quickly tightened around him. "Fuck Pansy," he groaned. He unsheathed and pulled her down to him. She slowly lowered herself onto him, never breaking eye contact as she slowly moved up and down his length. His eyes boring back into hers. "You are mine, wife. Mine to fuck. Mine to pleasure. Mine. Stay with me tonight." Pansy didn't reply, but the hard kiss she gave him was answer enough.