Ianthe ; Bill Weasley

Summary

π™·πšŽ πš•πš˜πš˜πš”πšŽπš 𝚊𝚝 πš–πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš‹πš˜πš›πšŽπš πšŽπš‘πš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš—, πšπš‘πšŽπš— 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšžπš™ 𝚝𝚘 πš πšŠπš•πš” 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒 πš‹πšžπš πš–πš’ πšŸπš˜πš’πšŒπšŽ πšœπšπš˜πš™πš™πšŽπš πš‘πš’πš–. "𝙸'πš– πšœπš˜πš›πš›πš’." 𝙸 πš πšŠπšπšŒπš‘πšŽπš 𝚊𝚜 πš‘πšŽ πšπšžπš›πš—πšŽπš πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš, 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜 πš•πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš— πš–πšŽ. π™·πšŽ πš•πš˜πš˜πš”πšŽπš πš–πšŽ πšžπš™ πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš πš— πš‹πšŽπšπš˜πš›πšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜 πš–πšŽπš πš–πš’πš—πšŽ. π™·πš’πšœ πšŽπš‘πš™πš›πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš˜πš— πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽ. π™·πšŽ πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš•πš˜πš˜πš” 𝚊𝚝 πš–πšŽ πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πš‘πšŽ 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. π™·πš’πšœ 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜 πš πšŽπš›πšŽπš—'𝚝 πšπšžπš•πš• 𝚘𝚏 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ. π™Έπš 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš“πšžπšœπš πš™πšŠπš’πš— πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšžπš›πš. "πšˆπšŽπšŠπš‘." πš‘πšŽ πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš, πš‹πš•πš’πš—πš”πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—πšŒπšŽ. "πš‚πš˜ πšŠπš– 𝙸."

Genre:
Romance / Fantasy
Author:
Julie Weasley
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
4
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1

Mature content

His touch was everywhere, roaming my body while his lips traced kisses down my neck.

The room was quiet, the only sounds being our breathing and my whimpers.

I was laid out on the bed, only wearing a pair of black lace knickers.

He on the other hand... he was completely dressed. According to him, tonight was all about my pleasure and how could I say no to an offer like that?

β€œBri.” I whimpered, running my fingers into his hair. I pulled at it how I know he likes it. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bucking mine against his and I could both hear and feel him moan against my collarbone.

β€œDon’t do that.” he whispered, trailing kisses down between my boobs, towards my stomach. I tilted my head back into the pillow, my breathing getting heavier and heavier. He ran a hand down to the back of my thigh, untangling my legs from around his hips, spreading them apart instead. β€œLook at me, baby.”

I forced myself to look down at him as he settled between my legs. I automatically bended my knees ass he ran a hand up my thigh and when he ran a finger through my folds, I moaned a bit too loud, needing more than that.

β€œCompletely soaked.” he smirked, staring at my eyes. β€œIs this all for me, love?”

I woke up with a jolt, eyes wide and breathing harshly. A thin layer of sweat was laid upon my forehead and pretty quickly, I recognised the feeling that had spread throughout my body. My room was dark, meaning it was still nighttime.

With a sigh, I got to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed, looking down at Brighton who was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I reached down and swatted one of his cheeks to wake him up.

β€œPsst, Bri.” I whispered, swatting his cheek again. He muttered something, waving me off while pulling the blanket up and over his shoulders. β€œBrighton.”

He let out a small suffocated groan before rolling onto his back, looking up at me through squinted eyes.

β€œWhat?”

β€œI’m horny.”

He looked at me with no expression for a moment before rolling his eyes.

β€œI was sleeping, Ianthe.”

β€œSo was I.” I pouted. β€œAnd I had a wet dream about you. Now I’m horny.”

Brighton pulled himself up to sit, yawning into his hand before looking at me through tired eyes. I smiled at him which did not seem to cheer him up.

β€œMasturbate.” he told me. β€œI’ll fuck you in the morning or on the train but unless you want some very tired and sloppy sex, I suggest you take care of it yourself. Or even better – get a boyfriend.”

β€œOh piss off.” I scoffed. β€œI could get a boyfriend if I wanted to.”

β€œRight, so that means you’d rather fuck your best friend than get a boyfriend?”

I don’t do boyfriends. I don’t want all the emotional shit. I just want sex and that’s why I have Brighton. We’ve done this for the last year. I lost my virginity to him and he lost his to mine. He’s had one girlfriend since we started, but while they were dating, we obviously didn’t do anything of the sexual kind because we don’t believe in cheating.

β€œExactly.” I nodded. β€œBut fine. Go back to bed. I’ll take care of my own needs. But just so you know – tired and sloppy sex is my favourite.”

He didn’t say anything so I just watched as he laid back down and pulled the blanket over him. I sighed and let myself drop onto my back in the middle of my bed, pulling the duvet over me before I let my hand travel under my t-shirt, fingers ghosting over my stomach on their way towards the waistband of my shorts.

I slid my hand underneath my shorts, going directly to my core as I wasn’t wearing any knickers. At the contact of my fingers against my clit, I let out a breath into the room, and I knew Brighton had heard me, seeing as I immediately heard him move.

This was how we acted towards each other.

We teased each other when the other wanted something.

It would be weird if we weren’t already in a sexual relationship and it would probably be seen as sexual harassment if we didn’t already have an agreement with what we felt comfortable doing together or in front of each other.

β€œIan–”

β€œHmm.” I hummed in pleasure, closing my eyes as I rubbed myself, squeezing my thighs closed around my hand while I tilted my head back, running a hand into my hair.

Then my duvet was ripped from my body and I gasped at the sudden contact against my legs. Brighton grabbed around my wrist and pulled my hand from between my legs, sucking on my fingers before humming in approval.

β€œI thought you were tired and wanted to sleep.”

He clamped a hand over my mouth, sending me a warning look.

β€œI am not going to fuck you.” he said. β€œBut I am going to get you off so we both can get back to sleep.”

I grinned against his hand before he removed it and spread my thighs. His eyes stayed on my face as he moved down to settle between them.

β€œI bet if I peel these off–” he ran a finger along the waistband of my shorts, grinning at me while running his tongue along his top teeth. β€œ...I won’t find anything under.”

I ran my hands into his hair, tugging at it as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pulling them off while I helped him by lifting my hips. Then he looked up at me again and grinned, knowing he was right. He wiggled his eyebrows sat me before the tip of his tongue came in contact with my clit.

My body jolted at the sensation, the way the tip of his tongue was teasing me, flicking my clit repeatedly. I arched my back off the bed, squeezing my eyes shut as one hand tightened in his hair while the other grabbed the sheets.

Then he used all of his tongue, licking one stripe up through my folds before he picked up the pace. He licked at me, nipped, sucked and twirled his tongue around my clit. All these sensations were going through my body and I felt like I could scream with pleasure.

He wrapped a hand around my thigh, digging his nails into my skin while he continued to eat my out. I was trying not to be loud by biting down on my lip.

My younger brother’s room was right across the hall, my younger sisters were having a small sleepover with each other in the room next door and my dad and my step mother were fast asleep right below my room.

Brighton’s other hand went around my other thigh to rest against my stomach, keeping me pinned against the mattress while he went absolutely crazy on my vagina, eating me out ’till the point where I thought I was gonna pass out.

β€œFuck.” I whimpered, running a hand into my hair again, pulling at it. β€œBri.”

He lapped at my folds, the wet sounds filling the room. Soft moans were escaping through my lips even though I was biting down on the bottom one. My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back.

I was trying to arch my back and buck my hips, but Brighton was way stronger than me, keeping me pinned down. Then I felt him grab my legs to move them over his shoulders, pulling me even closer to him.

He went so fast that I already felt the familiar knot form in my stomach. I pushed my head further back into the pillow, my mouth falling open while my eyes rolled back into my skull. I whimpered, bucking my hips against his mouth which let him know I was almost there.

Just as I reached that edge, Brighton let go of my legs and pulled away getting off the bed. My eyes went wide and with a huff, I propped myself up on my elbows, watching Brighton lick his lips before going back to the mattress on the floor.

β€œBrighton, what the fuck.” I cursed quietly, staring at him with a look that could kill. He placed himself by the end of the bed, leaning down to place his fists on the sheets so he could look at me.

β€œThat’s for waking me up.”

β€œYou fucking bitch.”

He grinned, sending me a wink, glancing between my legs before looking at my face again.

β€œApologise for waking me up.”

I rolled my eyes.

β€œAre you fucking serious?”

β€œI am fucking serious.” I nodded. β€œApologise and I’ll finish you off.”

I’ll kill him.

β€œBrighton.” I whined, pouting at him. β€œPlease. I need you to let me come.”

I could do it myself, but it feels better when it’s him.

β€œThen apologise.”

He knows I hate apologising. He knows I’m terrible at it. I bit my lip, watching him through squinted eyes while he looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

β€œGoodnight, Ianthe.” he shrugged when I didn’t say anything, but when he went to sit down, I sat up quickly.

β€œFine!” I groaned. β€œI’m sorry for waking you up. Please get back here and finish what you’ve started.”

He hesitated, watching me for a moment before he crawled back on the bed and settled between my legs.

β€œI didn’t start anything.” He told me, pointing a finger at me. ”You did. I’m just helping.”

He smirked up at me before lowering his head, sucking at my clit a few times which was what finally send me over the edge.

I tilted my head back into the mattress, arching my back of the bed.

My hands gripped the sheets and my toes curled while a suffocated moan escaping from down my throat.

He rode me through my orgasm, licking, sucking and nipping at me. My thighs closed around his head and he wrapped his hands around my thighs, his nails digging into my skin.

β€œFuck.” I mumbled, my body relaxing against the mattress when I came down from the orgasm.

Brighton brought my legs down before he moved up to hover over my body, a hand next to my head and the other tapping my cheek gently.

β€œYou with me?” He asked. β€œYou look high.”

I hummed.

β€œI think I might be.” I muttered, causing Brighton to laugh.

β€œGo pee so you don’t get an infection.” He told me. β€œAnd then go to sleep. We have to meet Pembroke at ten in the morning, remember?”

He got off of me and I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he got back on his mattress.

I crawled to the edge and looked down at him.

β€œThank you.” I smiled sweetly, causing him to roll his eyes. β€œYou don’t want me to suck you off while we’re at it.”

He yawned and pulled his blanket up over his shoulders.

β€œI’m good, Ian. Try and get some sleep. We’re both tired. You can suck me off in the morning.”

I leaned down and patted him on the head.

β€œNighty night Bri.” I grinned and got my shorts back on before making my way out into the hallway and into the bathroom so I could pee.

When I was finished and had washed and dried my hands, I walked back into my room, closing the door behind me.

Brighton was already asleep, snoring with his lips parted and a hand on his chest.

Ianthe Ambers Ambrose.

That’s my name.

Given to me on June 25th of 1971 in the afternoon at 3:28pm when I was born.

I was my parents first child.

My parents names are Milo and Lena Ambrose. They met at Hogwarts and fell in love. They had me at eighteen. Mum was actually pregnant during her last year and then gave birth right after her and my dad graduated and shortly after, they got married.

Then they had my younger brother Nikos in 1978 and around the same time, our family moved into a large house near the sea.

It’s located in a forest, near a cliff. It’s a tall brown house with white fences surrounding it. A wonderful garden in front of it, light green grass and a nice open place with no trees which means more access for the sun.

There is mile after mile to the nearest neighbour and even further to the nearest town, but we’re witches and wizards so we can just use the floo system.

I was born during the wizarding war. The war started in 1970, I was born in 1971 and the war ended when I was ten β€” the same year I lost my mum.

She died a couple of weeks before the dark Lord did... or, Voldemort. He’s gone too so saying his name won’t cause any issues.

She was killed by death eaters β€” my mum, I mean.

In the morning of October 16th, mum left to help the order in the war. She was kidnapped, tortured, abused in many ways and then killed.

I remember her last words.

β€œTake care of dad and Nikos while I’m gone”

She didn’t know how long she would be gone for. Could be a day, could be a few. The very next day, the aurors showed up.

They told us that mum went to heaven and wouldn’t come home again.

I was ten, I didn’t understand it and Nikos certainly didn’t. My brother was only three years old and to this day, he doesn’t remember her. I’m the one trying to keep her memory alive.

My dad remarried a woman named Fauna. They got married in 1982, two months into dating and then in 1983, they had triplets.

Those are my younger sisters.

Melvina, Charmara and Eowyn.

They’re only five years old.

Fauna is nice enough, I guess. She’s constantly acting like a mother towards Nikos which tends to annoy me because I don’t want him to ignore the fact that we did have a mother who loved the both of us more than anything.

Call me selfish, but I don’t want her memory forgotten. That’s why I’ve always told him stories.

Now to my friends.

Tyler is the oldest of us. Tyler Rafael Copper. He was born on November 4th of 1970, from Belfast, Ireland. He’s a half-blood Slytherin, born to Douglas and Lucille Copper and the older brother to thirteen-years-old Eva.

Pembroke is the next oldest. He’s actually born the day after Tyler, the same year. His full name is Pembroke Hugo Hemlock. He’s from Inverness, Scotland and he’s a Pureblood Gryffindor. He’s the son of Webb and Delphia Hemlock and the older brother of fifteen-years-old Palmyra and 10-years-old Euston.

Blanch Rhea Selket is the third oldest of us all. She was born and raised in Bath, England, she’s a half-blood Slytherin, the daughter of Randolph and Erie Selket, while the younger sister of Faith and older sister of Maci.

Sky is our half-blood Slytherin from Dublin, Ireland. His full name is Sky Cleve Bucks and he’s the son of Cleve and Francesca Bucks with no siblings.

The next one is Jo Amira Ravens. She was born and raised in London, England to Darrell and Diamond Ravens. She has one older brother named William and she’s a half-blood Hufflepuff.

I’m the next youngest, a Pureblood Slytherin but there’s not one bit of British blood running through my veins. My mum’s Canadian, grew up there and my dad grew up in France. Somehow, both of their families decided to move to England so their children could get the chance to attend Hogwarts out of all schools.

Then comes Brighton. He’s the youngest. Brighton Peter Birch. He’s a Pureblood Ravenclaw who grew up in Newcastle, England. He’s the son of Cobalt and Vira Birch, the younger brother of Cohen and the older brother of Willoughby, Harper, Ainsley and Esther.

β€œBrighton?” I whispered as I got down on my knees by his mattress. I poked his cheek and he woke up with a jolt, then sighed when he looked at me.

β€œYou’ve got to be kidding me, Ian.” He said, running his fingers into his hair. β€œI was dreaming about unicorns.”

β€œI’m sorry—”

β€œWhy can’t you just let me sleep?” He groaned, shoving me in the shoulder so that I fell back on my arse. β€œGo to sleep, Ianthe.”

β€œBut—”

β€œNo buts. Bed—” he snapped his fingers while pointing at the bed. β€œ...now.”


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