also!!! sirius giving shy!you your first hickey 😵💫 he’s so gentle at first, but once you start making noises and gasping he gets a tad bit rough. he ends up accidentally leaving a bright purple mark on your neck that doesn’t go away for days. unfortunately james and remus see it and the teasing is relentless
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summary — sirius gives you a hickey. james and remus think it’s amusing.
content — sirius black x fem!reader, hickies, shy!reader
Sirius has his face in your neck and he’s been home for a solid five minutes.
You’re in his bed and he’s on top of you. His hip over your stomach, an arm across your chest that’s curled up behind your ear to hold your face back.
“Is that,” he mumbles, smattering quick, wet kisses over your skin. He breathes in, “is that a new perfume?”
You angle your head upwards to escape his relentless mouth, face towards the ceiling. You can feel the beginnings of shy laughter bubble low in your chest.
“Yeah,” you say a little breathless, a lot distracted. “Yeah, you bought it.”
He nudges the patch of skin under your jaw. “Did I?”
He’s so close to your sweet spot you feel like you can’t breathe. Your chest stutters when he finds it and all you can do is hum what you hope sounds like a yes.
Sirius sets a cruel path across your neck, nipping and nudging. You think you have an idea on what he’s about to do. Your hands tighten in their grip where you have them in his dress shirt. He still smells like work.
He opens his mouth and the pressure is barely there. You’ve gone quiet and Sirius notices. “How was your day, lovely?”
You bite your lip. “Uh—“ This close you worry Sirius can feel the thumping of your heart under your skin. You breathe deeply to contain it and pretend he doesn’t know how nervous you are just from how warm you’ve gotten. “It was— it was okay.”
“Yeah?”
You don’t continue. His lips part and you shiver instead. He’s slow and gentle at first, though you suspect it’s only the beginning. The pressure builds and your neck feels warm.
“Sirius,” you gasp. He grunts into your neck.
His teeth graze your skin and your hands reach up to tug at his hair as rough as you can allow yourself to. You think how at the beginning of your relationship you would’ve had a flustered fit if you had your boyfriend this close to your neck. Now you’re pulling him closer.
He bites down gently and you get a little gaspy. Pawing at the soft material at his shirt. Sirius would continue if he had it in him. If he hears your little whimpers any longer he might implode. He grunts a pleased laugh and pulls back with a wet smack.
He leans on his elbow, bringing a hand up to your neck. Pressing his thumb into the damp spot, he coos.
“Pretty,” he says absentmindedly.
Your hands fly to your neck. “Is that gonna leave a spot?”
Sirius chuckles, smoothing over the bullied skin gently, “Yeah, lovely.”
You cover your warming face with your hands and nudge his leg with a socked foot. “Sirius,” you whine, “really?”
He leans down to pry your hands away, you let him, not too willingly you might add, when he puckers his lips for a kiss. “Yes, really,” he grins. “It’ll look good.”
“Everyone’ll see it.”
“That’s the whole point!” he snorts. You can’t look him in the face.
“Remus is gonna have a field day.”
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Remus does have a field day. So does James.
“Y/N, lovely,” James gasps when they find you on Sirius’ couch later that night.
“James…” you murmur, confused.
“What is that?”
He points at your neck and you feign obliviousness. “What?”
“On your neck…” Remus supplies. Smarmy.
“Boys….” You hear Sirius warn. A low grumble from the kitchen.
“Oh, um—” You hide your warming face behind a cushion.
“You’ve been mauled!” James says when he gets closer.
“Should we call someone?” Remus adds. Both their eyes glisten with mirth as they eye each other over the sofa. You’d whack them both if you hadn’t sunk into the couch.
“Ambulance?” James gawks, “The police? Was it Sirius?”
Remus goes to poke it. You swat his hand away with a confidence you barely have. “Stop it! Leave me alone or I’ll kick you both out.”
James snorts as he throws himself into the seat next to you. “You get marked up once and you think you can throw us out of our best mate’s flat!”
Remus looks amused as he sits down as well. “Marked up? She’s been attacked.” You roll your eyes. The mark is tiny. Barely there. You’re surprised they can even see it under the lack of lighting in Sirius’s flat.
“Aw, do you want one too, Prongs?” Sirius teases, making grabby hands at James.
He stands from his seat. “Don’t touch me!”
“C’mere,” Sirius laughs.
“No!”
Sirius chases a roaring James around the house while you and Remus sit back and hold back bouts of laughter. You forget about the hickey almost immediately.
That is until later that night in bed with Sirius when he murmurs how you’re all his until he falls asleep.
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a hot chicago day: [Montrose Beach]
Regulus: i fucking hate the beach why are we here?
Lily: to smoke weed
Sirius: to find hot guys
Regulus: well where the weed and where the hot guys?
Sirius and Lily: *lowers their sunglasses* right over their.
Regulus: holy. fuck. *stands up* the one with tattoos and piercings and blue tips on his hair is mine.
Lily: be my guest, the one with the joint, tan skin and wavy hair, wearing a mexican jersey is mine.
Sirius: bad taste, the one with the chain, tall enough to climb and piercings, is mine.
Barty, Remus and James:
James: no chinges, why do i always have to go up to people.
Barty: your the most approachable
Remus: and than the red head might not pepper spray us. she looks like she means business..
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