[  CONTENT WARNINGS! okay, from this point out, this book may or may not contain:

smut (poorly written), masturbation, choking, spitting, bondage, oral (m and f receiving), degradation, bimbofication, biting, hair pulling, thigh riding, use of a safe word, subspace, corruption kink

and I haven't decided but will see what the general consensus is. let me know our thoughts on a daddy kink because of both of their father issues?

anyway, if you don't want any of that, stop reading. also, if you read something that you think needs a content warning that I missed, please let me know and I'll add it  ]

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IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING, YOU'LL GET IT.

THE MORE IVY SETTLED IN TO LIVING AT BLACK MANOR, the more it felt like Sirius was being tortured each day. Because how dare she prance around in such small cotton shorts that gave him a perfect view of her ass? And how dare she take the time to help him make breakfast while singing along to his favorite songs on the radio that she'd carefully taken the time to memorize the lyrics. And she had no fucking clue that she was driving him mad.

Of course, Ivy was doing no better. Sirius practically waited on her hand and foot. She didn't even have to carry her plate to the sink — he was always there to do it for her. If she wanted something specific to eat, he'd drop everything and make it. He'd sing softly to her under his breath when they were sitting in the living room together, late at night — she was usually crocheting something and he was reading. Merlin, and on more than one occasion, she'd fallen asleep on the couch with her head on his shoulder and woken up in his arms.

It was safe to say that Ivy moving in was both a blessing and a curse to the both of them as they refused to admit their feelings to each other.

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"You really don't have to do this," Ivy was telling Sirius as they got ready to leave.

Sirius just looked at her flatly, unable to believe she was even saying that. "Darling, nearly all your clothes burned in the fire. You went with Harry and I shopping — the least we can do is repay the favor."

"Fine, but I don't want to hear any complaining about me taking too long," she said, crossing her arms. Ivy had always been an indecisive shopper, unable to choose between things easily.

Though she supposed she wouldn't be getting much. Now that her parents were gone, all she had was her inheritance. Sure, it was a lot of money, but only if she was responsible with it. She supposed she'd have to get a job eventually even though the thought of that sounded dreadful. She wished she could be like Sirius, so wealthy that she didn't have to worry about money.

Taking a page from Harry's book, Ivy opted to shop in the muggle world. All the clothes were so bright and colorful, and something called a Shopping Mall was easily the most amazing place on earth for a girl like her.

Given that she had to buy everything from clothes to shoes to basic everyday care items, she knew it would be a long day. Just clothes shopping alone was taking hours, as she had to try on every item, not trusting that it just looked good on the hanger. And it took even longer because Sirius demanded she come out and show him every item.

Didn't he know he looked perfect? Leaning back against a semi-uncomfortable couch, dragging his eyes along her body every time she came out in a little skirt or dress or tight sweater. It made her wish she could get every single thing, wanting him to look at her like that all the time — as if he didn't already, but she was a bit clueless most of the time.

"Siri," she called, poking her head out of the curtain of the dressing room. "The metal on this zipper is getting stuck. Can you help me?"

"Of course, Darling," he said, getting up instantly.

Sirius smoothly slid into the dressing room, looking over her form in the tight space. She was in a simple black dress with a skirt that flared out. With her back to him, he could see she'd taken her bra off, as it wouldn't look good with the type of straps the dress had. Sirius groaned internally, feeling like he was being tested in some way.

Moving slowly — so slowly that Ivy was nearly in agony, watching him through the mirror — he gathered up her long hair and moved it over her shoulder. Then he slid his hands down her side needlessly. He gripped her hip with his left hand under the guise of keeping the fabric in place as he began to zip up the dress. He knew right away where the bad part in the zipper was, but he had no trouble zipping it up for her.

"Thank you," she said softly, turning to face them. Their chests were nearly brushing. "Think I should get it?"

"Definitely," he told her, not even looking away from her face to see how the dress fit her.

She smiled and nodded before biting her lip. "Would you mind unzipping it too?"

Sirius just nodded, not trusting his voice. Instead, he placed his hands on her waist and turned her around. It shouldn't have felt so intimate — they were in a Muggle dressing room of all places — but Sirius' fingers grazed her exposed back, sending chills down her spine. Then he unzipped the dress as a painfully slow pace until he reached the very bottom, it ending and revealing the top of a pair of black, frilly underwear.

He held back a groan and let himself out of the dressing room without saying a word. He knew that Ivy Arora was going to be the death of him if she kept unknowingly teasing him relentlessly.

Twenty minutes later, Ivy was leaving the dressing room. And much to Sirius' confusion, she put nearly half the clothes back on the rack meant for items that needed to be returned to their original area.

"Are you not getting those?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. He spotted a particular skirt that he liked quite a lot on her given how short it was.

"Oh, no," she said with a frown. "I still have a lot of things I need to get. I can't just waste my money on clothes I don't need."

"But you want them?" he questioned, tilting his head.

"Well, yes, they're all so pretty, but—"

She was cut off by Sirius taking the clothes back off the rack. "Then I'm getting them for you."

"No, I can't let you do that."

Sirius looked down at her sternly. "I don't need your permission, love. Anything you want today — it's yours. I want you in all the pretty clothes your heart desires. I won't hear any arguing."

Ivy's cheeks flushed, not knowing why his offering to buy her things made her so flustered. It made her feel the same way she did every day when she put on the bracelet he'd given her.

So, she kept her mouth shut when he paid for all her clothes. And she didn't utter any complaints when he helped her try on shoes, knowing he was going to get every pair she eyed.

"Those look nice," he complimented as she tried on a pair of black Mary Jane's.

Ivy turned her ankle to examine the shoe and frowned. "I think the buckles are too tight."

Before she could do it herself, Sirius was on his knees, adjusting the shoes for her. Ivy's cheeks flushed as she nervously looked around. A Muggle saleswoman caught her eye, who was giggling. Then she mouthed the word 'Nice' to her, clearly complimenting her choice of company.

"Thank you," Ivy murmured as Sirius finished up, asking her once again how the shoes fit.

The day only continued to get worse for Ivy and her apparent love for people buying her things — or at least Sirius buying her things. She had stood outside of a shop that sold lingerie and told Sirius she'd only be a moment as she got new underwear and bras. But the man dared to remind her he was paying, so he needed to go inside.

Rather than try things on like she normally would — because if Sirius dared to ask to let him see, she'd cave in an instant — she just grabbed things that looked nice or comfortable. And all the while, Sirius was half a step behind her, keeping his eyes glued to her or the items in her handheld basket.

"I quite like this," Sirius couldn't help but say, pinching the fabric of a cream-colored bra that was on a hanger. It was only half a cup with lacy, see-through fabric, and he could already picture Ivy's breasts spilling out of it.

Though her cheeks were burning, Ivy couldn't help but agree. "It's really pretty."

That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed one in her size — because of course he'd been paying enough attention to know what size she needed — as well as the matching underwear, which he placed in her basket. Ivy just looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. Though Sirius interpreted the look as confusion.

"I told you — if you like something, you'll get it."

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Later that same night, after an exhausting time of helping Dobby put away all her new things, Ivy opted to go to bed early. Well, at least she tried. But she was restless, all her thoughts on Sirius and his generosity for buying her all those pretty things today. She had thanked him countless times, but now she felt a need to thank him again even though it was nearing midnight, and he and Harry were likely both asleep by then.

Nevertheless, Ivy got out of bed, throwing on a robe over her pajamas, and made her way down the hall — her room was much closer to Sirius' than Harry's, something that was by Sirius' design, not that she knew that.

Ivy's hand hovered over his door as she silently listened for any signs that he was awake. She didn't want to knock if he was sleeping soundly. And she did hear him, but based on the noises he was making that had her cheeks burning, she didn't dare interrupt him.

But she didn't run away either.

The younger girl had never heard anything like it — the low grunts and groans and moans that were leaving Sirius' mouth, muffled by the door. Something about the sounds he was making drove her wild, just picturing what he must've been doing to draw such noises from his pretty lips. Of course, she had trouble picturing given her lack of experience, but she certainly still tried.

And Sirius, Merlin, he'd kick himself if he realized he forgot to put a silencing charm on his door. But he couldn't help it, not as thoughts of Ivy and her perfect form ran through his mind, keeping him from sleeping.

It was hardly the first time he'd found himself like that, face turned and shoved into his pillow to muffle his groans of pleasure as his hand was wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, picturing that it was Ivy's delicate hold instead of his own. He pictured her in every way imaginable — on her knees, mouth hanging open in anticipation for him, up against the wall, in the shower, naked and begging for him to ruin her pretty little body.

The girl that had begged him to kiss her. The girl he swore he'd give an orgasm to one day if it killed him. He wanted to teach her everything she could possibly learn about her own body and his. He wanted to fuck her in that pretty white skirt he'd bought her. He wanted her with tears streaming down her face and whining that it was too much as he ruined her cunt.

Sirius wanted Ivy more than he'd ever wanted anything in his entire goddamn life.

But he didn't have her, so he'd settle for stroking his shaft, thinking of her until he was covered in a sticky release, dreaming of the day it was covering her chest instead of his thighs.

"Fuck, just like that, Bunny. So pretty f' me," he muttered, his eyes screwed shut.

From outside, hearing the name he'd only ever used on her, Ivy went as still as a statue, an unfamiliar feeling pooling in her core. Sure, she'd felt warm at times because of him, uncomfortably so, but hearing him moan her name made her feel truly aroused for the first time in her life, which was all too unfamiliar.

Her hand hovered over the doorhandle, the more curious and desperate side of her brain wanting to see what Sirius was doing to himself with her on his mind. But then she gathered her strength and stepped back, reminding herself that this was an invasion of his trust and privacy. She herself would be mortified if she knew someone was listening as she did that to herself — not that she'd ever tried.

But it was safe to say that by the time Ivy returned to her room, there wasn't a chance in hell that she was getting a good night's rest.

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Ivy was quiet at breakfast, noticibly so. Harry was absent, still asleep, so it left her alone in the kitchen with Sirius, who was sitting next to her at the breakfast bar. He'd made them omlets, which Ivy was pushing around her plate, keeping her eyes off of the man.

"Are you alright, Bunny?" Sirius asked in a caring tone, wondering what was going on with her. She usually told him all about what odd dreams she had or asked him what he had planned for his day. There was never uncomfortable silence between the two.

Her cheeks flushed at the nickname. "'t's nothing," she murmured. "Just a little off today, I guess."

"Well, perk up," he said, nudging her shoulder. "I miss that lovely smile. It makes my mornings."

She only managed a half-smile, still just thinking of the sounds that'd left his throat the night before. And Sirius was having none of it, wanting her to be her usual perky self. So, with a wave of his wand, he turned on the radio, going to his favorite rock station. And it was a happy accident that one of Ivy's favorite songs was on — Baby, I Love You by the Ramones.

"C'mon, Darling," Sirius said, sliding off his seat and offering her his hand. "Don't let me dance alone."

Against her better judgment, Ivy did take his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. And then he twirled her under his arm, which put a silly smile on her face. And it only widened when he began to sing to her, his alluring voice easing all her nervousness from before.

"I can't live without you. I love everything about you. I can't help it if I feel this way. Oh, I'm so glad I found you," he sang, her joining in. Sirius then wrapped her up in his arms, swaying gently. "I want my arms around you. I love to hear you call my name. Oh, tell me that ya feel. Tell me that ya feel, tell me that ya feel the same."

She giggled when he dipped her low, pulling her up just to press his forehead against hers. "Baby, I love, I love only you."