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Call it what you want - Sirius Black
Summary: Going to a party at your bully’s house had to be your worst nightmare come true. But you know what they say; don’t get over someone, get under them.
Warnings: SMUT! slow burn smut. breeding kink if you squint. unprotected sex fem!reader :)
a/n - thank you so much 🤍🤍. this is my first writing that was requested, i hope you like it.
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You loved a party. Couldn’t get enough of the heat of a group of people, the roar of laughter overlapping with the excited chatter of friends reuniting. The inevitable crash of dropped glass making the whole crowd hush before resuming their nestled talk. You were, in every sense of the word, a party girl. But that wasn’t always the case.
Before this year - your seventh year at Hogwarts -you’d been riding the coat tails of your childhood best friend, Dorcas Meadows,who no one expected you to be friends with as you were a slytherin and she a ravenclaw, all throughout your school life. You were the sad little puppy that followed her around, but Dorcas never minded. She was always happy to have you by her side, or just behind her. Everywhere she went, you were there a few seconds later. That was until she started hanging out with, and later dating your sworn enemy.
Sirius Black.
The guy had tormented you since first year, along with his minions James and Peter. The two of you used to make fun of people like them, stuck up and out of touch, and then she became one of them.
Just like that. You could tell she felt guilty, by the way she would send you a furrowed glance at lunch as if to say ‘I’m sorry, I have to!’, like she had no control over who she surrounded herself with. As if she had no choice but to curl up beside the guy that broke your elbow in second year.
Like she couldn’t help but fall into the arms of the guy that had made your life a living hell for more than six years.
You still occasionally spoke to Dorcas. After all, you lived at the same school one another, and thus had to see each other at some points. She would sometimes invite you to study, but you had started to make excuses after you had seen Black climb throof and into her window, not liking the thought of his impulsive tendency for a romantic rendezvous interrupting a study session whilst you were there. You didn’t want to put Dorcas through the griet.
Your 'Lost Lamb’ persona left you the moment you started hanging out with someone you never thought you’d consider a friend in your wildest dreams, or nightmares, Lily Evans. Expecting her to be a total Queen Bee, she was nothing of the sort.
She was warm and kind and sisterly, all the things you missed from your friendship with Dorxas. She sat with you at lunch, went to the movies with you, and eventually secured you a seat at the table with the rest of the cheerleaders, their boyfriends and the rest of their gang. They welcomed you with unexpected sincerity, and that was that.
You started going to house parties on Saturdays, diners on Wednesday nights with the girls, study sessions with some of the basketball team that couldn’t quite pass a class or two. People waved at you in the halls, remembering your name for once.
You and Lily would have sleep overs, and you felt the hole in your heart that Dorcas left slowly start to heal. More or less.
But then you got that stupid invite.
“Gotcha!” Lily closed your locker door, scaring you senseless.
“Jesus, Chris!” you stacked your books in your arms.
She was smiling wide, as always, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What?” you said, a raised brow and half a smirk making its way across your lips.
“Before you say anything, just let me talk,” she made tiny praying hands to her chest, puppy dog eyes gleaming. “Promise?”
“Okay,” you sighed.
“There’s a party this weekend, and we’re all going, and we all really want you to come.” You looked at her with raised brows, as if to say 'go on?’. “It’s Sirius Black’s party.”
You’d managed to avoid almost every one of Blacks’s parties with some believable, and some not so believable, excuses in the past year since your surge in popularity. “| don’t know, Lils, I’m so busy with auror applications this weekend-”
“Who needs them!” she cried, “We all know you’re gonna get the job anyways.” She grabbed your hand, swaying it back and forth, like a child begging their mother for a candy bar at the grocery store. “Pretty please?” she did the puppy eyes again, knowing it would sway you to agree.
“Fine.”
“
Yay! I’ll come to your house at nine tomorrow to get
you!”
And that’s how you found yourself in your bullies house common room, red solo cup in hand, full of whatever lethal punch one of the marauders had concocted.
Already tipsy, lingering by the kitchen so that the constant stream of drinks wouldn’t slow. Bodies moved ungracefully around you, shimmying and shoving through to the living room. You sipped on your drink thoughtfully, feeling the confidence built over the last year slip away from you as you returned to your old wallflower state.
“Why are you hiding in here, silly?” Lily came to your side, the shimmery pink eyeshadow on her lids making her green eyes luminous in the low light of the kitchen. “everyone’s all in the next room, come on!” She grabbed your hand with surprising strength, dragging you into the large sitting room. Deep red sofas lined the walls, each with a quidditch player and their girlfriends curled up on one. On the one furthest from you, was Dorcas and Srius. Next to them, Peter and Marlene. It made your stomach turn to see her with him. You avoided her persistent gaze.
But Blacks’s gaze, raking you in and eyes darting up and down, was harder to lose. He stared at you adamantly.
When the buzz of chatter died down, a few of the quidditch players and their girlfriends left to find more entertaining activities, it was just a handful of people left in the living room. Including you, Dorcas and Sirius. Peter had the glint of wicked amusement in his eyes, and it made you uncomfortable. “I know what we should do,” he said, eyes falling to you. “Let’s play a little game.” Marlene perked up beside him, as if their minds were connected in some twisted way. “Yeah, let’s do something fun.”
“Games, come on guys,” Evan, Lily’ss boyfriend, spoke up. “We’re not first years anymore.”
marlene got her own wicked smile.
“Oh, certainly not. her eyes fell on you, analysing how your style had changed. You were wearing dark make up, smoking out your eyes and giving them an alluring pull. You showed off skin, knew how to present yourself. Her eyes narrowed, her smile a venomous sneer. "No, if this were first year, I wouldn’t be caught dead at a party with her.”
You simply cocked your head to the side, giving marlene a tight lipped sarcastic smile. Inside, you felt thirteen again. Instinctively, you grabbed your elbow, as if you could feel the pain of the break there now. Peterbarked out a laugh at Marlene’s comment. “Yeah, who knew the black sheep would turn into a black swan, huh?”
You felt gross as he raked his eyes over you, unashamed as he stared at the place where the hem of your dress ended.
“Fuck off, Peter. you retorted, voice calm but heart racing a million miles a minute behind your ribcage.
You felt like you were a lamb on a platter for the lions, ready for the slaughter.
"She speaks!” Marlene squawked. Next to them on the couch, Dorcas squirmed. Never one for confrontation, she excused herself to grab a drink. You caught her eye as she left. She looked guilty. You wanted to follow her, grab her by the shoulders and tell her to wake up. Tell her that her friends, and her boyfriend, were assholes. But she never listened before. She just couldn’t admit it to herself.
“Been a while since we’ve seen you, babe. Where’ve you been hiding those legs, huh?” Marlene smacked her gum as she spoke, obnoxious and loud.
“I found some better people to hang out with.” Beside you, Lily stuck her arm over your shoulder. Her face was hard. It made her look older, the serious glare that she was sending Marlene. Marlene sneered at her, and the expression aged her terribly.
Sirius caught your eye, shifted hard away from Peter. He was gripping his beer with a tight knuckled grip. His eyes slithered down your neck, over your chest, and landed similarly to Peters’s. You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked downward.
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“One of the cool kids now, are you? Not following Meadowes around like a dog anymore?” Peter took a long sip of his beer.
“We drifted apart. you said simply.
"Oh yeah? Since when?” Marlene chimed in again and you felt your blood boil beneath your skin. Steve continued his obvious oggling.
“Since she traded her spine for a shiny new quidditch player”
Dorcas stood by the door, drink in hand. Her eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. The whole group erupted into astonished laughter, Lily struggling to hold back as she clutched her stomach. Sirius glared at the floor, as if willing it to say a comeback that would sting you back. Dorcas sat down beside him, silent.
“Woah, you gonna take that Meadowes?” Marlene guffawed.
She remained silent as a mouse at Sirius’s side.
“Dorcas was never one for speaking up anyway.”
You grabbed your cup and flittered out of the living room, the atmosphere suffocating you. You needed another drink, a cigarette, and some alone time.
Drink secured, and obscenely strong, you crept up the stairs to the second floor. Once you found a room that didn’t stink of puke or had two people sucking face in, an ensuite bathroom, you locked the door and sat in the tub.
Shutting the shower curtain, doc martens resting on the taps, you lit your cigarette. You still couldn’t believe you were in the gryffindor dorms- let alone one of their bathtubs- after everything that went down all those years. Yet there you were. Dorcas lost to the dark side, you in with the cool kids. Your 11 year ild self wouldnt belive it. You rested your eyes for a moment, breathing in the smoke and taking gentle sips of your drink.
Your thoughts were interrupted by muffled yelling in the next room. You stubbed out your cigarette, trying to get out of the tub as quietly as possible, when you heard your name. It was Sirius and Dorcas, and they were fighting. About you.
“Why are you bringing this up now?” Sirius said, exasperated.
“You guys were awful to her, Sirius !”
“Yeah, like you did anything about it, huh Dorcas?” You recoiled back into the tub, feeling invasive but caring more about what Dorcas had to say for herself than your moral compass. It was a years’ worth of pain cementing your form in the tub, ear preened toward the doorway.
“You tormented her!”
“And you watched! If anything, that’s worse!”
“How is that worse than what you, YOU, did to her Sirius?!
There was a pause. You could imagine Dorcas’s face; pouted lips, furrowed brow, cheeks blotchy from an ill-fated attempt to hold back her angry tears. Sirius laughed humourlessly. It was a cutting sound, and you could hear Dorcas take deep breaths.
"What we did, sure, it was stupid. Do I regret it? Of course, we never meant to get her hurt back then.”
“You’re still awful to her!”
“And there’s the kicker,” Sirius chuckled darkly. “She always stuck up for herself. That’s why we did it, we knew she’d give us some fun.” There was a long moment where no one spoke. You never stood up for her once, Dorcas.“
His words hung in the air like smoke, seeping into your clothes and clogging your throat.
"You never defended her, then or now.”
Dorcas was flustered, stuttering over her words.
“You never stood up for your best friend?
Thats…awful, Dorcas.”
You could hear as shestruggled to find a defence, as she used to with you. She would blubber to you, relaying how guilty she felt with enough tears that you eventually ended up comforting her, forgetting that you’d even come to her for help.
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“Fuck you, Sirius” You could hear as she grabbed her things, storming out of the room with vibrant language. The loud declaration that “it was fucking over” made a laugh - vindictive and partly delighted - rise in your chest.
You smacked a hand over your mouth in realisation.
Your movements froze, fear jolting through your bones as you heard Sirius pattering about the next room. His movements stopped abruptly as your foot knocked a bottle of shampoo off the edge of the tub.
In a split second - idiotic- decision, you decide to make a run for it. You rip back the curtain, jumping to the floor and striding for the door, the door you had so stupidly locked. A warm hand grabbed your wrist in a vice like grip.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”
His voice was low, deep. It echoed in your chest. It made your heart thump. It made your blood boil.
“Get your hand off me.” you seethed. His grip remained, making the skin of your wrist tingle. His touch was firm yet feather light. Unwilling to let you go, but not trying to hurt you. When his hand remained unmoving, you struggled against his grasp.
“Get off, Sirius.”
He was leaning over you, shoulder blocking the door.
He hovered above you, taunting, as he looked you over again. His gaze was relentless, inescapable. Confusing.
“Let go, Sirius.” You sighed out, defeated and embarrassed as he held you in place. You felt unnervingly calm. Strangely glued to the floor under his honey brown eyes as they bored into your own.
You wanted nothing more than to move your feet - maybe stomp on his own so he would release the grip on your hand- and get out of the claustrophobic bathroom. You risked a glance up at the boy.
Christ.
Sirius was never unattractive. Never had an awkward phase. He was always tall, athletic and handsome. Your hatred for the boy hadn’t blinded you to the painfully obvious. But in the dim green light of the bathroom, shadows accentuating sharp cheekbones and jawline, you saw it. Saw it as the other girls did. Sirius Black was gorgeous. He was painfully attractive, in every sense of the word. From the symmetrical lines of his cupids bow to the dark lashes framing honey eyes, he was hypnotic. And he had you completely under his spell.
“How much of that did you hear?”
His voice was aggravatingly quiet, gentle.
Intoxicating. There was a gap between the two of you, small enough that you could feel the warmth of Steve’s breath on your cheek as he spoke. You felt like a child being scolded by a parent, guilt driving you to complete honesty. It was the same tone that would make you confess to a teacher, had the same soft lilt.
“Enough.” You replied, and your voice was hoarse.
Rough, like you needed water desperately. You did, you felt as though your throat was bone dry. “Enough to hear you chew out Dorcas.”
Sirius’s eyes were inexplicably soft as he looked at you, and at the mention of Dorcas they hardened almost imperceptibly. “Yeah, well,” he sighed, languid and frustrated, “that was gonna happen, no matter if it was about you or not.” When you raised as brow - both in shock at his willingness to detail the state of his relationship, and as a sign to continue- he went on. “All we do is fight.”
“Hmm.”
“”'What?“
"Karma came and bit you both in the ass.”
The look Sirius gave you made you feel bad for saying it, but it was overruled by the vindictive joy you felt at hurting his feelings. The way he backed up slightly, as if he’d not expected you to say something, made your heart jolt a bit. He’d been so awful to you for so long that the knowledge of his relationship being far from perfect made a smile creep its way across your lips.
Sirius huffed, frustrated again.
“You are incredibly hard to understand.” He said, the same sickeningly sweet voice at play. “You’re very different…..to how you used to be.
"You mean I’m not a loser anymore?” You quirked a brow.
“You were never a loser,” he stepped closer to you, hand still on yours. “You were just..,” he trailed off.
His gaze was unashamed, staring straight down at your lips as he spoke. “Different… and a slytherin”
'What a crock of shit,’ you thought. This coming from the guy that bullied you all throughout school, even through high school. it was the biggest load of bullshit you’d ever heard. But your ears rang with the rush of blood behind your ears as your heart hammered inside your chest. Sirius Black was a flirt, and a good one. You were experiencing his best lines. And they were working.
“Different?” there was hardly any space between the two of you now, Sirius’s lips brushing over yours as he shifted. You didn’t stop him when his hand brushed your sides.
“Yeah,” the hand that had been holding your wrist against the doorknob came up to cup your cheek.
Sirius’s top lip was on yours as he spoke, “different.”
The two of you crashed together with teeth and lips, a brawl of desperate hands and angry grudges.
Fingers tangled in hair immediately, tugging and scratching. Sirius tasted of smoke, beer and something innately Boyish. His hands settled at your waist, grasping the fabric of your dress there. His lips were pillowy and soft, addictive. You suddenly understood why Dorcas put up with it; kissing Sirius Black was
like having your own personal drug.
The kiss deepened as you shifted heads, turning for better angles and access.
Sirius groaned as his tongue slid across yours, and the way he so clearly enjoyed the kiss made you feel powerful. He backed you up against the bathroom counter. “Jump,” he whispered, your bottom lip between his teeth as he nipped the skin there. You did as he said, his voice husky and hypnotic, and he lifted you to rest on the sink. Legs parted, Sirius rested between your open knees. One hand resting there, one working on shrugging you out of the jacket that clung to your shoulders. He pulled away from you, an amused smirk on his face as you whined, to rip the jacket away. Shoulders and neck exposed, Sirius got to work on the skin there.
You were suddenly way more aware of what you were doing.
“You better not leave a mark, Black.” you panted out, as Sirius nipped a particularly sweet spot just below your ear. He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine.
“Why?” he asked, smug lilt to his words. “Afraid of people knowing?”
“More ashamed than afraid,” you said, choking on your words as Sirius nipped at the skin of your throat.
“Can’t have people thinking just anyone can have me.”
Steve pulled back, and god you melted right there.
Hair a mess, eyes blown wide, and lips swollen. It was a glorious sight. “And I’m just anyone?” He was smug, overconfident. Irritatingly attractive.
“Yeah,” you gripped the belt loops of his jeans, yanking forward. The bewildered look on his face made you grin. “so this stays between us.”
“aye aye, captain.”
And off you went again, lips colliding in heated snarls. There was a primal anger behind it, driving you into his strong arms as he encased you. Was this self sabotage? Maybe so, but it was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. Sirius’s nimble fingers caressed their way up your back, finding the straps of your bra with ease. He snapped one against your shoulder, making you yelp and using the sound to slip his tongue back into your mouth. If it didn’t make your bones feel like jelly, you would have chastised him for the cheap move. Carnal desire taking over your mind, you let your cold hands scrape up his chest, lifting the hem of his shirt to graze his stomach.
He tensed up at the touch, a stuttered breath fanning your face as he sighed. His two hands landed firm on your knees, creeping up your legs and stopping as he stroked your inner thigh with his forefingers.
“Permission to come aboard?”
You nodded, arousal coursing through you like a stake to the heart.
“Words, please…Captain.”
“You find yourself funny, don’t you?”
“Very.” His fingers were so close yet so far from where you wanted them. “Do you want to?”
“Yes, I do.
"There we go.”
He kissed you again, this time slow. It was harder than before, and as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, Sirius slipped your underwear down your legs. He groaned into the kiss as he felt you, excitement clear by the wet patch on your panties.
“God, you’re wet.”
You should have been embarrassed. You should have pulled your panties off the floor and run out of the house and all the way home without looking back.
But you were putty in his hands as Sirius slipped a finger inside of you, hooking upwards and finding that special spot almost immediately. A high pitched whine - one that shocked even you- made its way out of your mouth, muffled as you buried your head in Sirius’s neck as he set a slow pace. “What a pretty sound,” he groaned, catching your face in his hand as you threw it back against the mirror. “You gonna keep making 'em like that?”
You nodded, breathless, and then he was out of your sight.
Sirius kissed down your chest, shoving your dress over your stomach and kissing the skin as he went down. His fingers intwined with yours as they gripped the marble counter. You sat up to catch his eye, and what a pretty sight it was. Sirius Black, pupils dilated with lust, with his head between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, and you mewled; so close yet so far.
“Please,” you moaned. Embarrassment crept up on you, and you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. “God, please Sirius.”
Sirius dug his fingers into the skin of your thighs, toying with them. He kissed his way to your knees, enjoying the sight before him as you writhed about.
“Please what?” he said, and had you not been desperate for him to bury his head between your legs you would have kicked him. He grinned as you fought the urge to beg. “What do you want?” He left surprisingly tender pecks to your knee.
“I want you.
"Where do you want me?” he was taking his time with you, partly for himself - savouring the moment, rejoicing in the way you fell apart before him- and partly to tease you into insanity.
“Jesus Christ.,” you groaned as he nipped the supple skin of your thighs.
“sirius is just fine.” He laughed, putting you out of your misery as he licked one broad stripe up your centre. It was the stupidest, most reckless thing you could be doing, which made it even hotter as Steve hooked his hands under your hips, holding you on top of the counter as your legs wrapped round his head and your hands wove themselves into his hair.
Almost immediately you understood Sirius’s reputation, and you felt a pang of possessiveness as his lips encased your clit, humming as he went. Your back arched off the tiles, mouth agape in a silent 'O’ shape. Black knew what he was doing, that much was clear as your first orgasm crept up on you.
You could hardly muster words, the only sound in the ruby coloured bathroom being the obscene wet sounds and your whimpers as Steve continued to ruin you on the counter. “I’m gonna - oh shit, Sirius.” The way you moaned his name - like it was the only one you knew, the only one that mattered- made Sirius’s trousers feel impossibly tight, palming himself for something, anything to relieve himself. He was just as desperate, just as wanting, as you were - if not more. The thought of what was to come made you clench around Steve’s fingers, exploding in a white hot scream on his tongue. You fell back against the mirror, hairs sticking to the sides of your face, cheeks flushed with both heat and bashfulness.
Steve crept up your stomach again, stealing a kiss when he made it to your lips.
You could taste yourself as he kissed you, slow and deep. His hands swiped the hair from your face, in a gesture entirely too sweet for a boy that had just ravaged you in his bathroom. It bothered you. That wasn’t part of the interaction - there was no sweetness involved. It almost took you out of the moment, but as your hips bucked into Steve’s, and he let out a strangled groan, the moment was saved.
As his lips found purchase on your collarbones, your hands made work of unbuttoning his shirt - purposefully slow, you enjoyed watching his stomach tense as you grazed it. The sharp intake of breath as you began unbuckling his belt made you feel powerful, made your stomach do flips. “Here?” you asked, kissing down his neck to the space where it met his shoulders, “or somewhere else?”
Sirius’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree at the prospect that this - whatever this was- wasn’t over just yet. He gripped your hands on his belt buckle.
“Not here. With little effort, he hoisted you over his shoulder - much to your shock and dismay. You swatted his back but couldn’t help the swell of arousal as his arm tightened round your waist. He set you down on the edge of his bed, standing in front of you with one hand on your cheek. In the dim light of his bedroom, Sirius Black was devastatingly handsome. The soft glow of peaches and oranges made his eyes a molten chocolate, skin peppered with a red hue from…exertion.
"It’s rude to stare.” he said, voice void of the smugness from before. It made your ribcage rattle, heart thudding with the weight of his stare. It felt like he was looking at your soul, and it made you shiver.
The boy who’d tormented you for years, was seeing you. Staring right back at him, your hands made their way to his belt loops. It was your turn to make him writhe a bit.
“Can’t help it,” you said, voice all airy and entirely foreign to your ears. It dripped with a lust, husky and soft. “You’re somewhat of a looker.”
You ripped his trousers open, nimble hands ridding him of the garment in seconds. As you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, his hand stopping you.
“As amazing as that would be,” he said regrettably, “if I don’t get you on that bed, I think I may lose my mind.” He said it so breathlessly that it made your thighs clench together. He wanted you so badly. You cocked your head to the side, half playful and half serious as you said, “Do something about it then.” Sirius didn’t need to be told twice. He dove into you, hand steadying your head as your lips locked together - an irritatingly perfect puzzle piece finding another. You were a tangle of legs, arms, and lips as the two of you buried yourselves in Sirius Black’s bed, ridding each other of the clothes that stopped your from touching one another completely. His knee found its home between you, shifting your legs apart to make room for hips. You were encased in Sirius; his scent, the feel of his lips on your skin, his legs locking yours in place. His hips rocking into yours as he kissed your neck with sinful skill.
Your hands grew restless, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck as if he would understand the morse code in the pulling. “Sirius” you groaned as he knocked his hips into yours, “please.”
You were begging, and you were embarrassed. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words- couldn’t stand the thought of asking your bully to fuck you in his bed at his own party. But the boy had other ideas.
“Say it.” he toyed with your clit, thumbing it as you whined. When you stayed silent, he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers. he smirked at how quickly they puckered underneath him. “Say you want me.
Your cheeks burned with shame. You couldn’t - wouldn’t- beg him.
He hovered over you, hands either side of your head, nose brushing yours. You could feel the ghost of his lips over your own. His hand came to rest on your chin, thumb sliding over your lip, tugging it down and letting it slide back. "Open.”
You did as he said, opening your mouth wide enough for Sirius to slide his thumb into your mouth, a teasing smile on his face as you swirled your tongue around it. “Say you want me to fuck you.” He pulled his thumb out of your mouth slowly, grinning as it made a satisfying pop. He leaned down to the shell of your ear. “Tell me you want me to ruin you,” he whispered.
The burn in the pit of your stomach raged as Sirius kissed the hollow of your throat, waiting for you to speak. Your breath was shallow, eyes closed as you whispered into the air, hoping the buzz of the party below would swallow your words.
“want you to ruin me.
Sirius grinned, wolfish and smug, as he lined himself up with you, locking eyes with you as he pushed himself in. You knew you were gone when he moaned your name like a prayer, said it like it was the cure to his troubles. Like you were something to treasure.
One strong arm gripped the headboard as he panted.
"God,” he grunted out, “you feel incredible.”
There was something electric about hearing praise from the boy that tormented you for years, something wickedly delightful about watching his mouth hang open with pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. You clenched around him, desperate for any friction to satisfy the burning between your legs.
“Can I move?” he groaned.
“Yes, please.”
In public, Sirius was an athlete. Behind closed doors, under the sheets, he was an Olympian. He set a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, deeper inside of you every time. The sounds of the party- the drunken teens stumbling, the music blaring- were drowned out by the slapping of skin on skin, of your whines and Sirius’s moans as you fell apart beneath him.
“Shitshitshit- baby, you’re amazing.” he moaned as he rutted into you. You were frozen in pleasure, mouth open from silent screams of pleasure. You bit your lip, so hard you would have tasted blood had Steve not being everything you felt in that moment. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned at a particularly deep thrust, “I’m s-so close.”
“Me too,” Sirius whimpered, and you were sure it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. “Where should I-”
“I’m on the pill.” you sputtered out.
Sirius’s eyes darkened, delighted at the permission, determined to get you to your peak before he fell apart himself. “Yeah? You gonna let me come inside?” His hand reached between your conjoined bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Gonna come for me?”
Your back arched off the mattress, the coil in your stomach snapping at the same time Sirius collapsed on top of you, his stuttering as he came. You both panted, recovering from the exertion. Rolling over onto his back, you and Sirius stared at the ceiling, the weight of what you had done sinking in.
it was wrong, so wrong. He’d just broken up
with Dorcas, seconds before you let him crawl between your legs. You would have felt terrible, like you’d betrayed her, had it not been so good.
You would have felt guilty, had you not felt the shake of your legs still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.
Sirius turned his head to face you. You turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry about how I treated you, before.”
You snorted.
“You don’t have to apologise just because we had sex, Sirius.” The ridiculousness of it made you laugh.
“Thanks, though.” You were both silent for a while, just laying there. You tried spying your clothes across the room. “Where’s my underwear?”
“Oh,” Sirius mumbled, getting up from the bed and into the bathroom. You couldn’t help but stare at his retreating form, back muscles flexing as he stretched. You did the same, a soreness washing over you. Steam filled the bathroom, the sound of the shower running loud against the dying party below.
Steve returned in his trousers, smirking as pulled your lavender lace panties from the back pocket, tossing them at you. You caught them with one hand.
“Perv,” you said, sliding them back up your legs.
Steve smiled from the bathroom doorway. He was looking at you that way again. It made your stomach uneasy. “What?” you said.
“You can, uh, clean up here. If you want.” He scratched the back of his neck. He gestured to the shower. You stomach flipped again. You rose from the bed, using the sheet to cover your chest. You stopped in front of sirius, who was struggling not to look down at your loosely covered front.
“This is not a thing, okay?” you said slowly, as if saying the words aloud would make them true. As if hearing them from your own lips would stop the way your lips yearned for Sirius’s the second they left your own. “This goes nowhere else.”
He nodded, mockingly serious.
“Aye aye, Captain.”
He grabbed your hand, making you drop the sheet, and led you into the steam filled bathroom. You let him wash your skin, all soap and too much affection given who he was to you. You didn’t stop him when he kissed below your eye, on your nose, or when he placed an all too tender kiss on your lips for just a second. But it was long enough. You let him wrap you in a towel, drying you with gentle hands. You didn’t object when he dressed you in his old basketball shorts and a tattered sweatshirt. You let him tuck you under his sheets, didn’t flinch away when he tucked your hair behind your ear.
You let him wrap his arm over your waist when he returned, having kicked the last stragglers out of the house. You let yourself fall asleep in his bed, warm and soft and all too inviting, much like its inhabitant.
What you wouldn’t do was let yourself fall for this, you thought. You wouldn’t fall for Sirius Black.
Wouldn’t fall for his moves, his overused lines.
Wouldn’t get wrapped up with the wrong guy.
But as morning came, and you turned to see Sirius already looking at you, that look on his face, you thought that maybe it was too late. And by the looks of Sirius Black, it was too late for him as well.
