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Mamma Mia

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: smut!

Word Count: 4.2K+

A/N: Basically Marauders Mamma Mia

Massachusetts

“I’m going to find myself,” you said, examining the items in your trunk before nodding and slamming it shut.

“That’s not a proper response to the question ‘where are you going?’” Your cousin, Lily, was lying on her stomach on your bed, thumbing through the latest edition of a British newspaper.

“Yeah,” Mary said with a shrug of her shoulders, popping another piece of your maple candy in her mouth.

“Don’t eat all the sweets!” Marlene said with an indignant huff, handing you her remember-ball.

“Thanks Marls,” you said, popping open your trunk again and wrapping the ball in one of your sweaters.

“What kind of sweet is this again?” Lily asked, leaning over and grabbing a piece of maple candy from the box in Mary’s arms.

“It’s maple candy. They make it up in Vermont.” You said with a shrug. Your trio of British friends always appreciated your American candies. Lily had introduced you all during a summer excursion and the girls had decided to move to America to attend a post-graduate certification program at your alma mater, Ilvermorny alongside you. You had finished a year ahead of the other girls since you were able to combine your NEWTs with introductory courses to the program. You had been living in an apartment, you insisted to the girls that it was an apartment not a flat, with the girls for over a year. You thought about entering the workforce after graduating, but you decided that you wanted to take a three month long trip to ‘find yourself’.

“Are we close to Vermont?” Mary asked.

“Yeah, it’s right above us.” You nodded, drumming your fingers on your chin.

“What are you thinking about?” Marlene looked up at you.

“Do you think I’ll be able to find a place in the train station to exchange my dragots for gallons?” You hummed.

“Galleons, love, and no. You’ll have to go to Diagon Alley. It’s in London, not too far from the station. I’ll draw you a map.” Lily said, summoning a piece of parchment.

“No Lily,” you held your hand up, “that defeats the whole purpose of what I’m doing. I’m going to travel across a few countries in Europe and find my way myself.” You shut your trunk again and nodded.

“Is it time?” Mary asked, setting down the candies.

“Okay,” you said with a sad smile, “no tears! It’s only three months! I’ll be back at the end of the summer.” The girls are wrapped their arms around you, hugging you tightly and placing kisses on the top of your head.

“Good luck, darling.” Lily smiled.

“Be safe!” Marlene called.

“Have lots of hot sex!” Mary laughed. You laughed and gave a small wave before taking a deep breath and apparating to the center of London.

London

It was the middle of June in London. You had packed dresses, and skirts, and shorts, and tank tops, and tops that barely covered your midriff. But it was the middle of June in London, so it was pouring rain and it was very chilly. Within a few minutes of you being outside, you were soaking wet. You were wiping the rain from your eyes and scanning for somewhere to duck into when you saw a sign that said: The Leaky Cauldron. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your mind, you could vaguely remember Mary mentioning something about having a pasty and a pint at the Leaky Cauldron. You never could remember what the hell a pasty was, but you figured any magical place with beer was a good place to start.

You ran into the bar and seemed to attract the attention of everyone inside. You sent everyone a small smile before taking a few wet, sopping footsteps to the bar and pulling yourself onto a barstool, your trunk at your feet.

“What can I get ya, love?” The bartender asked, quirking an eyebrow at your appearance.

“I know I must look kinda crazy,” you said, raking a hand through your wet hair, “this is my first time in London. I wasn’t prepared for rain.”

“Happens to the best of us,” the bartender shrugged, “fancy a pint to warm up?”

“Sounds good. I’ve heard Guinness is popular here.”

“It is. A pint of that then?”

“Yes thank you! Oh, I heard that you might be able to change my American money.” You said, digging around in your wallet.

“Sure. You have one of those green dollar bills?” The bartender asked. You placed a dragot on the table.

“Can you change that for a galleon?” You asked. The bartender released a huff of respect.

“An American witch? Welcome to Diagon Alley.” He winked and you suddenly became far more aware of the other witches, wizards, and magical folk in the bar. “We have rooms upstairs. Fancy to stay a night or two? We can send your bags up and you can warm up by the fire with a nice glass of firewhiskey.”

“Thanks. I’ll meet you over by the hearth then.” You said with a wink, taking a moment to wave your wand and dry yourself before snuggling into a chair with a thick blanket. The bartender floated over your drink and you held it up to him in thanks before taking a large sip. You thumbed through a volume of Quidditch through the Ages that had been lying on an empty table. Quidditch had always fascinated you. It wasn’t very common in the states, Quadpot being the more popular sport.

“You are reading my absolute favorite book in the world.” A man said, sitting on the plush seat in front of you.

“Oh is it?” You asked, setting your book down and taking in the sight of the man in front of you. Although Mary had been a little crass, you had every intention of riding around Europe…and you weren’t only talking about the trains. Your first candidate was an incredibly promising one to boot, he was tall, with messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a pair of round glasses.

“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” The boy gestured to the bartender for another firewhiskey.

“Am I supposed to?” You asked with an easy chuckle. The boy leaned in close and flashed you a smile.

“I’m kind of a big deal.”

“What makes you such a big deal?”

“I’m the chaser for the Ballycastle Bats.” The boy looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to swoon. But you didn’t.

“Oh!” It hit you, “Oh! That’s a quidditch position! Right?” You thumbed through your book until you found the page that described all the positions.

“You really don’t know anything about quidditch?” The boy quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m American,” you shrugged, “I’m more of a quadpot girl.”

“Well, Miss America,” the boy leaned in closer so his nose was practically touching yours, “I’m James, consider me your guide to Diagon Alley for the foreseeable future.”

“James, I have a question for you.” You said, tucking one of James’s unruly dark locks behind his ear.

“Anything love,” James’s voice sounded breathy.

“Do quidditch players fuck better than quadpot players?” You said with a grin. James nodded and matched your smile.

“Why don’t we find out.”

You realized at some point later that James had never paid for his drink but you really didn’t care because James had taken you up to your hotel room and was deep inside you while rubbing your clit. You were on your back, his face close to yours as your right hand rested on his sharp jawline and your left hand was gripping his bicep. You didn’t cast a silencing spell and you were sure the other patrons of the Leaky Cauldron were cursing your name because you were screaming so loud. The firewhiskey was a warm blanket across your skin and your cheeks were hot as James pounded into mercilessly.

“Godric, you’re so fucking hot.” James said, his glasses foggy and his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Keep rubbing my clit,” you moaned as you jacked your leg higher and James was able to hit a deeper angle inside you. James connected his lips with yours and you moaned loudly into his mouth as you came. You squeezed tightly around him and James came a little after, burying his head in the crook of your neck and whimpering as he came, hot white ribbons inside you.

The two of you talked for hours after, he tried to explain the rules of Quidditch to you and you would just laugh. James made good on his promise, too, he gave you a tour of Diagon Alley and wizard London before you apparated up to Scotland.

The Scottish Highlands

The girls told you all about the quaint village next to their school in the highlands. You spent your days traveling the highlands, sitting in sweet cafes with a scone and a mug of milky tea, reading on a boat on Loch Ness, and visiting all the historic and gorgeous castles. You were going to spend your final day in Hogsmeade before making your way to your next destination. You spent the day wandering Hogsmeade, dipping in and out of sweet shops, joke shops, and little book stores. You settled yourself in a pub called the Three Broomsticks and sipped on a hot butterbeer while reading a book that you had found at Tomes and Scrolls: The New Edition of the Patronus Spellbook.

“That’s a great book you’re reading,” a voice said, disrupting you from your thoughts. You rolled your eyes. Did all British wizards use the same pick up lines?

“Oh really?” You were sort of tired after all the days of apparating around Scotland and wanted a quiet night in the corner of the pub.

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites.” The stranger said, sitting next to you. You looked up at him finally and took him in. He was tall, skinny, with thin light scars on his face and hands. He was wearing a knitted sweater and a very worn in pair of trousers.

“Why’s that?” You asked, still uninterested.

“I wrote the forward.” He said with an easy shrug, “Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh wow,” you were interested now, “it’s a pleasure.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb your reading, I was just a bit excited. The new edition came out yesterday, I was just nipping to the shops to purchase a copy for myself and have a drink to celebrate.”

“So Remus, do you do other things besides writing forewords?” You asked, asking for another drink from the barkeep for Remus.

“Ah thank you,” Remus accepted the pint and took a long sip, “I am a professor at Hogwarts, I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Oh, so you’re Professor Lupin then, aren’t you?” You said, leaning in. Remus looked down at you and gave you a wolffish grin.

“That I am.”

You had many, many more drinks with Remus as he told you all about his first few years of working as a professor and the various difficulties that came with it. He talked all about his new patronus research until patronus didn’t sound like a real word anymore.

“I have a confession for you, Professor.” You said, a goofy smile on your face.

“Anything love.” Remus rested his hand on your thigh.

“I have a fantasy,” you said, leaning in so your nose was practically touching his, “about fucking a professor in his office.”

You and Remus stumbled back on the path that lead from the village to the school. It was a gorgeous, gargantuan castle that was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You made a mental note to tease your cousin about her downplaying her school. He had a gorgeous office, with high ceilings, books and bars of chocolate strewn about various tables. There was a large wardrobe and about three cups of discarded tea resting on a nearby trunk.

“This is a gorgeous office,” you said, sitting on the corner of one of the large trunks. Your fingers ran over a long skeleton candle that rested on his desk.

“Thank you,” Remus said, setting his book down and standing so his body was between your legs, “can I get you a cup of tea?”

“You could get me something else,” you pulled Remus down by the collar of his sweater until his face was level with yours and you kissed him hard. He kissed you back, pulling at the hem of your shirt until it was up and over your head. You stood and had to extend your neck all the way to account for the distance between you and him. His large hands went down to cup your breasts, gently. You realized that his hands were shaking. You pulled back and gave Remus a small smile.

“We don’t have to,” you said, softly, “if you don’t want to.”

“No,” Remus said with a light shake of his head, “I do want to. I’m just a bit nervous. You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh Professor Lupin,” you said, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, “you are quite a charmer.”

Remus lifted your head with his finger and kissed you again. You helped him out of his sweater this time and saw the long, thin pale scars that traced around his chest like the ones on his face. You kissed along Remus’s jawline and down his neck to his chest. Remus threw his head back and exhaled a soft moan.

You kissed down Remus’s chest until your nose bumped against his belt buckle. He looked down and you and gave you a small nod. You unbuckled his belt and kissed up and down his length. Remus released a strangled moan and you placed a bit of pressure on his balls.

“You can be loud for me,” you said before taking a deep breath and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Remus gasped, gripping the edge of his desk. You continued blowing him until Remus’s breathing picked up and you pulled off. Remus whimpered softly and looked at you as you stood and slipped out of your own pants. You moved Remus so he was standing over you while you had your back to the desk and you hoisted yourself on, spreading your legs wide and dropping your panties to the floor.

“Come on Professor Lupin,” you said with a smile, “dive right in.”

Remus grabbed you by the waist and spun you around, pushing your front into the desk harshly. You felt him rubbing the head of his cock against your folds before pushing in deeply. You moaned and grasped for purchase on the desk. Remus’s fingers dug into your hips as he snapped his hips against you, again and again and again.

His lips attached themselves to your neck and one of his large hands left your hip to grasp harshly at your tit.

“Rub your clit,” he rasped. You started rubbing your clit rapidly, your moans jumping off the cavernous walls. Remus came and you came after moaning and sweating. Remus stayed inside you, resting his head against your shoulder.

Remus left for a moment to nip to the toilets and you tried to apparate out of his office and back to your room in Hogsmeade but couldn’t. You didn’t feel that drunk, why couldn’t you apparate?

“You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts, so stop trying. You look like you’re going to pop a blood vessel.” Remus said, walking back in and holding a bar of chocolate out to you.

“Thanks,” you took a bite from the chocolate and smiled at Remus. He walked you back to Hogsmeade and left you standing in front of your tavern with a lingering kiss and a bar of chocolate.

Paris

Everyone had always talked about dirty Paris was and you had honestly considered cutting it from your program altogether. Sitting on Rue Victor Hugo at a cafe with a croissant and the deepest, creamiest hot chocolate you had ever tasted as you took in the sights and sounds of the French capital, you were very happy that you decided to keep Paris on your list. You were even happier to watch the various European men make their way to and from work and pass by the cafe in their tailored suits, finely pressed trousers, smart sweaters, and loafers. You looked around you for a moment before snapping your fingers to light your joint. You waved your hand a second time to disguise your joint as a cigarette-a trick you had learned from one of your friends at Ilvermorny. Lily would have had a cow had she known that you were smoking weed in public, but she what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Une autre chocolat chaud s’il vous plait,” another hot chocolate please you gestured at the waitress. She came around with a fresh cup and you set your sights on a very attractive man who looked a bit out of place. He had rode up on a motorcycle and took his helmet off, securing it to the bike. His ran a slender, ring covered hand through his long dark and shook his head as he got off the bike. He was wearing an expensive looking leather jacket with a thin dark t-shirt underneath, a pair of distressed looking jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens. He took his jacket off to reveal thin, winding tattoos on his arms and chest. You hoped he would cross the street and take one of the seats at the cafe. He was digging around in his jean pockets for a cigarette when another boy turned the corner onto the street of the cafe. The other boy looked quite a bit like the motorcycle boy but…cleaner. He was wearing a tailored pair of trousers, a crisp white button down, and a smart jacket. His dark curls were nicely styled and his thin, long fingers gestured down quickly so the cigarette between the motorcycle boy’s fingers fell to the ground. One of the second boy’s crisp loafers stamped on the cigarette and he pursed his lips.

“Sirius, what are you doing?” The second boy shook his head.

“Shove off Reg,” motorcycle boy, Sirius, said, raking a hand through his hair.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Regulus, you know that. You can’t keep running, Sirius. It isn’t sustainable.” Regulus looked at Sirius with an expression of pity.

“I just…I don’t care about it, Reg. I don’t care about any of it. You’re better at this anyway. You can deal with all that family stuff better than I can. Just let me grab a coffee and a cigarette and I’ll see you later.” Sirius did not wait for Regulus to respond. He marched across the street to the cafe you were at and you had to force yourself to pretend you were very interested in your menu. Regulus sighed and threw his hands in the air before coming back the way he came.

“Madame, un cafe. Merci.” Ma’am, a coffee. Thanks. Sirius barked at the waitress.

“Oui Monsieur.” Yes sir. The waitress responded, rolling her eyes.

“Do you always eavesdrop?” Sirius asked, taking a seat at the table next to yours.

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “you and that other guy put on quite a show.”

“Oh my brother Regulus? Yes we’re quite the pair.” Sirius rolled his eyes as the waitress set down his coffee. He took a sip and then paused.

“Something wrong with your coffee?” You asked.

“You’re smoking weed.” He said, sniffing in your direction.

“How do you know that?” You asked.

“You’re a witch, aren’t you.” Sirius grinned at you.

“So you must be a wizard then.” You laughed.

“You have to teach me that trick,” Sirius moved his chair so it was close to yours. You ran your tongue the bottoms of your front teeth.

“I bet I could teach you a lot.”

Turns out that Sirius got off on pissing off his family so in hindsight it wasn’t all that surprising that he took you back to his family’s chateau in the middle of the afternoon. They were gone, out, at some event but Sirius pulled you to the middle of the drawing room in front of a roaring fireplace. You sat down on the rug and took in the warmth and glow of the fire.

“So you’re a rich boy, then?” You said teasingly as Sirius pulled off his shirt and laid down in front of the fireplace with you.

“Filthy rich,” Sirius responded, pulling you close to him and connecting his lips with yours. You did not break apart as he laid you down in front of the fire, pulling off your clothes with an animalistic intensity. Sirius was devouring you, his teeth and tongue all over your face, neck, and tits. He barely prepared you at all, just pushing in without warning. Your nails pressed into his shoulder blades as you looked at him, ready to snap about his hasty action when his thumb began rubbing hard on your clit. You had your legs wrapped around him as you were biting his collarbone to keep from moaning.

Sirius pulled out of you and flipped you over so you were on top and he turned you so you were facing away from him.

“Get loud baby. Use me,” he said, his hands planted firmly on your hips as you sunk down on him. You were moaning intensely as you moved up and down, the new position providing a new angle for you. You came hard, your fingers searching for purchase on the rug as Sirius fucked you through your orgasm.

“Are you close?” You turned back to look at Sirius. He looked gorgeous, his sweaty curls plastered in his forehead and his hands heavy on your waist, a look of concentration in his eyes.

“Uh, not yet.” He barked out, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Spread your legs a little further,” You said, pushing at Sirius’s ankles. He did what you said and you sucked on your finger for a moment before pushing it between his cheeks and into his asshole. Sirius was moaning loudly now. It sounded like a name or something, he was moaning “Moony” over and over again. He was so loud that you didn’t hear the door open and notice people entering the house until Sirius was cumming intensely inside you as Regulus and a woman who could have only been Sirius’s mother were glaring down at you. You gathered your clothes quickly and apparated out before Sirius had finished lighting his cigarette.

Massachusetts

You were exhausted and thoroughly ready to sleep in your own bed by the time you arrived back home. You threw your trunk by the front door and called out,

“I’m back witches!”

Lily, Marlene, and Mary swarmed you, peppering you with hugs and kisses and beginning to hear all about your travels and see the souvenirs you brought back for them. You filled them in and by the time you were talking about your escapades with the athlete, the professor, and the heir, you were even more ready for bed.

“Well have a good night darling. Also I’m so sorry but I used the last tampon a few hours ago, I’m going to nip to the shops in the morning,” Mary said.

“Leave it to Mary to use the last period product in this house knowing full well that we’ve all been synced for the past few years.” Marlene playfully tossed a pillow at Mary.

“Wait,” something dropped in your stomach, “you’re all on your period? Right now?”

“Yeah, started two days ago. Why? You haven’t started yours?” Lily asked.

“No. No I haven’t.” You started chewing your lip, “Anyone have a pregnancy test?”

“In the last drawer of the bathroom,” Mary pointed out as you shot up out of your seat to take the test. Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited to see the results of the test.

“Okay love, I’m sure your period is just all messy from traveling and-oh my…” Lily’s jaw dropped as she looked at your positive test,

“Who’s the father?” Marlene asked.

“I…uh…I have no idea.” You said as you thought back to the athlete, the professor, and the heir.

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 1 year

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Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother

Warnings: making out, flirting, cursing, party games, drinking, smuty behaviour.

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Part 2

You’d always found the Black brothers intriguing. Their family line made it look like they were prepositioned to be pompous arses and although they were certainly privliged in the wizarding world you were surprised to find they weren’t as snobby as you’d expected. You’d never imagined you’d have the chance to talk to either of the brothers, after all you weren’t exactly part of their crowd.

It seemed the universe had other plans.

It all started one day in potions class. You had strolled into the classroom like you’d been doing for the past weeks stopping to bid the professor good morning before making it to your favorite seat. To your surprise instead of finding your usual table empty your eyes made out a familiar frame. Your eyebrows knitted together for a moment. Well this was new. You walked up to Regulus, setting your books on the table before taking a seat. Regulus didn’t shift in the slightest, his eyes focused on the book in front of him. You watched him from the corner of your eye trying to come up with a reason to talk to him.

“You’ll end up burning a hole through my head with your staring.”

You rolled your eyes at Regulus’ words.

“Sorry Mr Black it’s just hard to not stare at such beauty.”

That made him stop in his tracks, his eyes leaving the book before him to look at you. You gave him a smirk. Regulus watched you with amusement for a moment before he broke into a grin. Playing to his vanity had been a smart call but what had surprised him the most was the lack of fear you showed towards him. It was refreshing.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Regulus put his hand out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You took his palm into your own, giving it a firm shake as you introduced yourself. Once the pleasantries were over Regulus turned back to his book waving his wand to turn the page. You glanced around the room observing the other students.

“You want to ask something.”

Your eyes snapped back to Regulus finding him already looking at you.

“How come you’re not sitting with your friends?”

“Ah well Theo decided he wants a chance with some girl.”

You turned your head to look at where Regulus was pointing. A small grin formed on your face as you watched one of the slytherin boys try to flirt with one of your housemates.

“So you decided to play wingman?”

“Something like that.”

“Seems like it’s going pretty well.”

Regulus followed your gaze watching his friend conjure a flower from the tip of his wand.

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Don’t think you’d be getting your spot back so soon.”

“That's alright. I like my new one just fine.”

You smiled at Regulus sensing the sincerity in his words.

It was safe to say that you were right from that day on, Regulus' friend only sat with his girlfriend leaving Regulus stuck with you for a partner. No that either of you minded, in fact the two of you hit it off so well that soon enough the two of you couldn't be seen without the other. Being friends with Regulus had its benefits: you got invited to all sorts of wonderful parties, the purebloods left you alone and you didn’t have to worry yourself with being dragged back in any classes, after all Regulus was quite smart. However there was one small issue with your friendship. That issue had a name. And a pretty face as well. Sirius Black. That right, Regulus’ dashingly charming older brother was proving to be an issue.

Not because he was an arse to you, quite the opposite actually, whenever Sirius saw you around he’d go out of his way to talk to you which didn’t help stop the massive crush you’d developed for the older Black boy. Regulus seemed unaware of your feelings for Sirius. He was far too busy admiring the Potter boy to so much as notice your gaze following Sirius when he walked past with his group of friends. Sirius on the other hand seemed perfectly aware of your lingering gazes and nervous fiddling whenever he approached you. Sirius was known to be a flirt. It was the one thing that identified him and sure most of the time he just did it for fun but with you it was different.

He’d found himself searching for you in the halls and during meals a smirk forming on his face once his eyes found your frame. He envied his brother for having contact with you so easily while he had to fight for a chance to even hear your voice once during the day. It had been a while since Sirius had found himself fancying someone. Not to mention someone younger than him but he wasn’t against the idea. In fact he’d embraced the thought of walking around the castle ground with you latched onto his arm. The marauders teased him relentlessly, often yelling out your name in random intervals just to watch Sirius spin on his heels as he searched for you in the crowd. You didn’t know Sirius shared your feelings. In your head all the compliments and flirty remarks he sent your way were just him being well…Sirius.

It all changed at one party.

The party was open invitation meaning any house was allowed to participate as long as they acted civil and brought some form of booze with them. You and Regulus had arrived a bit late, his vanity having gotten to him and making him try on five different combinations before deciding on the perfect one. He’d come up with some bullshit excuse about representing the Black family but you knew the real reason behind it was to impress a certain brunette. The two of you had made your way to the room of requirements and waited. You stared at the empty wall for what felt like hours until finally a door appeared before you. You turned to look at Regulus with a smile.

“Bloody wonderful isn’t it?”

“You could say that again.”

The two of you pushed the door open immediately being greeted with loud music and raving crowds. You weaved your way through the groups of people bundled together, making your way to the drink table and placing down the bottle of firewhiskey you’d brought with you. Regulus did the same, turning to look at the crowd around you before tapping you on the shoulder. You looked at him throwing up your head in a questioning motion.

“I’ve just found some of my mates.”

You followed Regulus' gaze falling on a group of slytherin boys in a corner. They waved over to the two of you calling you to join them.

“I’m gonna go over there. Are you joining?”

“Nah i’m okay. Not really in the mood to hear them gloat about the last quidditch match. I think I'll take a walk around.”

“Alright. If you need anything-”

“I know. You’ll be the first to know. Go on, have fun Reggie.”

“You too, love.”

You watched Regulus make his way over to his friends, a small sigh leaving your lips as you turned to pour yourself a glass of firewhiskey.

“Didn’t take you for the whiskey type.”

You jumped at the familiar voice hand moving to swat at Sirius arm.

“Bloody hell Sirius! You scared me.”

Sirius let out a laugh, taking in your frightened expression. You rolled your eyes at him leaning against the wall as you took another sip of your drink. Sirius poured himself a glass of butterbeer before joining you. You stared at his drink.

“Taking it easy today Siri?”

Sirius smiled down at you, his gaze making you shiver.

“For now.”

“You can admit you're a lightweight Siri. Your secrets safe with me.”

“You and I both know that wouldn’t be a secret. It’d be a downright lie.”

That was true you’d seen Sirius at parties before. Watched him down shot after shot of firewhiskey without so much as stumbling. He didn’t get wasted easily but was never one to deny a glass of something strong so it was odd to see him “playing it safe”.

“Any particular reason you’re taking it slow tonight?”

“I want to remember tonight, I guess.”

“Is something special going to happen?”

Sirius stayed quiet, his eyes skimming the rest of the party before looking back at you. There was an intensity in his gaze you’d never seen before. You sipped your drink, trying to hide the slight shake of your hands as Sirius observed you.

“Yeah, you could say that. If all goes to plan.”

Sirius whispered the last part, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself rather than answer you. You couldn’t help but wonder what he meant. Loads of things happened at these types of parties and none of them could be considered decent. Your mind began to conjure all types of ideas, thighs rubbing together slightly as you thought. Merlin what the hell was wrong with you. You closed your eyes trying to clear your head when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut allowing Sirius to pull you in front of him, a gasp leaving your lips once you felt his breath on your neck.

“Open your eyes, love. You’ll want to see this.”

You did as he asked. You were no longer pressed up against the wall, Sirius had moved you into a position that allowed you a clear view of a portion of the room. You searched for what he was talking about, eyes widening once you saw it. In one of the various couches scattered around the room were two students, lips latched to each other in a frenzy. You watched as they made out, your hands clenching and unclenching at your side.

“Now that's a hell of a snogging.”

You could feel Sirius hair brush against your neck as he leaned down to whisper in your ear once more. His hands moved up and down your arms sending shivers through your whole body.

“Been a while since i had a snog like that.”

Sirius let out a small groan of need behind you, his arms you pulling closer to his body. You stayed silent, unable to tear your eyes away from the couple. The more you watched the more you realised the resemblance they had to you and Sirius. You wondered if he’d called your attention to them on purpose or if it had been a mere coincidence. A sort of heavy feeling lingered in the air between you and Sirius, his skin feeling warm on your body. You contemplated turning around to face him. You knew he was teasing you but you wondered if he was just bored or if he meant something by it. Before you could conjure up the guts to ask Sirius had released you. You turned to look at him beside you, your eyes taking in his frame. He was very pretty. Sirius felt you gaze on him causing him to turn and give you a smile.

“You know what that means?”

You knew he was still referring to the snogging couple. You shook your head which caused Sirius' smile to grow larger.

“It means, darling, that they've started playing truth or dare.”

You looked over to the couple once more focusing on what was happening around them. Sure enough there was a circle of people around them, all sitting eagerly as if waiting for their turn. Sirius moved forward walking in the direction of the circle. Before he’d made it a couple steps he turned to look at you reaching out his hand towards yours.

“You coming, love? Won’t be as fun without you.”

This could go horribly wrong but it was also an opportunity to have some fun. You glanced at Sirius hand then back at the group of party goers. Oh fuck it. You placed your hand into Sirius smiling at the boy brightly.

“Well Black, what are you waiting for?”

Sirius grinned at your response tugging you towards him as the two of you made your way to the circle.

You made your way into the group finding an open spot and sitting down. Sirius did the same moving to sit next to his friends on the other side of the circle. James glanced at his friend, a smile appearing on his lips.

“Look who decided to join us! Was wondering where you were.”

Remus found you in the crowd giving you a small nod of greeting which you returned. Even though the boys pestered Sirius about you they understood the appeal.

“Spin the bloody bottle Potter!”

You turned to look at Marlean as she shouted at James.

“Well someones impatient.”

“You bet I am, now spin it!”

James put his hands up in surrender before waving his wand causing the bottle on the ground to spin rapidly. You watched as Sirius leaned back on his palms, an unbothered look gracing his features. You wondered what it must feel like to be him, not having to wonder if people liked you because they were constantly proving to you that they desired you. It must do wonders for the ego but it also seemed rather annoying. You’d watch girls follow Sirius around stumbling and giggling like maniacs everytime he did something. Maybe it annoyed you because you fancied him but you could tell that sometimes it got on his nerves too. You glanced around the circle observing the fleeting glances that were shared between players. Glances of desire. These games did always seem to be an excuse for hookups. Not that you minded.

The game went on for a while, truths were revealed and dares were successfully attempted. You’d begun wondering if you’d ever get a turn when the bottle landed on you. You followed the line of the bottle to the other side, eyes falling on the lanky frame of Remus Lupin, not who you’d have hoped but not a bad choice either. Remus smiled at you, his head tilting to the side.

“So what will it be love, truth or dare?”

You thought for a moment you didn’t know how long it’d take for it to be your turn and you didn’t really feel like airing any dirty laundry, not that you had anything exciting to hide anyway.

“I choose dare.”

You didn’t spend much time with Remus but from what you’d heard he seemed like a nice guy. Whatever dare he had in mind you were sure it wouldn’t be that bad. Boy were you wrong. You’d been so focused on paying attention to your challenger that you had failed to notice the way Sirius had stiffened when the bottle had landed on you and Remus you’d also missed the way Sirius eyes had darted between James and Remus once you’d picked dare. You were oblivious to boys' schemes but Sirius knew. He knew from the moment you’d opened your mouth to pick dare what was about to come.

“Very well. I dare you to….”

Remus paused for dramatic effect. That bastard was really trying to sell it. Sirius would have to remember to get him back for this later. Your eyes fell onto Sirius, taking in the look of slight fear on his face. It was only then that you noticed the sly grin that had appeared on Remus' face. Oh merlin, what had you gotten yourself into.

“I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with…. Sirius.”

There it was. Your face dropped at Remus’ words, your gaze finding Sirius as the other players began to let out ‘owwws’ and ‘ahhhs’. For a split second Sirius' flirty persona seemed to drop but then it was back again. He gave you a wolfish grin before turning to look at Remus.

“Haven’t got a closet mate.”

Just as the words left his mouth a closet appeared on the wall behind you startling several of the other players out of their spots. You noticed Sirius cursing under his breath, whispering something along the lines of “damn this room”.

“Problem solved. Go on then.”

Sirius was about to retort his anger towards Remus’ sly behaviour becoming obvious but then you got up. The moment you stood all eyes were on you. You made your way to the closet passing James as you went. The brunette gave you a small smile.

“Show him a good time will you? Godric knows he needs it.”

You turned to face Sirius across the circle extending your hands out.

“Well, you coming or what?”

Sirius rose to his feet and made his way to you but not before stopping to give a harsh slap to the back of Remus' head. Once Sirius got close enough he placed one hand against yours opening the closet door with the other and tugging you inside.

“Whoa!”

You were engulfed by darkness, the party disappearing completely as the closet doors closed. It was surprisingly spacious inside. You turned around searching for Sirius since he was no longer holding onto your hand.

“Siri, where are you?”

You felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you flush against his body.Your head spun as Sirius smell surrounded you, his hands kneading at the skin of your hips. You sighed, leaning into his touch.

“I’m right here.”

You turned around so you could face him. Even though it was dark you could make out where his eyes were. The two of you stayed in silence for a while, just taking in the presence of each other. Then Sirius released your hips and stepped back, his hands going to his hair.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. It’d kill my reputation but I want to respect you.”

He fiddled with his leather jacket, clearly nervous.

“We can just talk.”

It was odd seeing him so vulnerable but it made you a little more confident. You stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his chest as you gazed up at him through your lashes.

“Who says I just want to talk?”

Sirius' lips found yours before you could even react. You moaned into the kiss pulling him closer by his jacket. He got the message deepening the kiss, his tongue running against your lower lip. You opened your mouth allowing his tongue to meet yours. Siriuspulled back for air chest heaving as he breathed in.

“Been wanting to get you alone all night.”

“Could have just asked.”

“And play my cards in the open, where's the fun in that?”

“Right, I forgot you’re a tease.”

“And you like it.”

You gasped as Sirius leaned down to kiss your neck. Your hands weaved into his hair for support as you threw your head back in pleasure. You tugged at Sirius' hair forcing him to latch off your neck before pushing your lips onto his again. The two of you groped desperately at each other, your hands trying to feel every part they could reach. Your hands skimmed against Sirius crotch causing him to let out a growl, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“Ah shit, love.”

“You’re hard.”

Sirius let out a laugh.

“Yeah sorry. You got that effect on me. It’s okay i'll deal with it later.”

You bit into your lip mulling over what you were about to say over in your head.

“I can help. If you want”

Sirius's body shuddered against you at your words, his head lifting to look into your eyes.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Believe it or not Black but you're not the only one who gets action around here.”

Sirius stayed quiet for a moment, his head spinning with a million thoughts.

“What is it?”

“Was it with Reggie?”

“Oh godric no. We’re just friends.”

“Oh good, messing around with my little brother's fling wouldn’t go over well.”

You reached to cup Sirius member through his jeans shutting him up in a second. You were about to reach into Sirius boxers when there was a knock on the door.

“Times up!”

Sirius let out a groan of frustration.

“We’re coming out!”

Sirius turned to look at you pulling your chin up for one last kiss. You leaned your forehead against his trying to steady your heartbeat.

“Meet me in my room in ten. I’m not done with you just yet.”

With that he exited the closet leaving you rooted to your spot. Merlin you were in for the night of your life.

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I Was Wrong

pairing: young!sirius black x slytherin!reader

summary: Sirius always thought you were just like his family: ruthless and cruel. When he finds out how wrong he was, he also learns how similar hate and lust can be...

word count: 6.4k (oof)

warnings: SMUT, p in v, fingering, m!masturbation, m!receiving oral (in his imagination but still), dirty talk, marking, choking, angst, verbal fighting, enemies to lovers, academic rivals to lovers

"10 points to Slytherin," Professor Slughorn commends proudly after you answer his question correctly.

Smirking, you shoot Sirius Black a smug look and lean back in your seat. If looks could kill, you'd likely be a pile of ashes right now, but luckily his heated glares aren't more than a mild inconvenience.

You were the top of your class in nearly every subject, but Potions was one that Sirius somehow managed to eke his way to the top of. He was a naturally gifted wizard who hadn't always been academically inclined, but not for lack of talent. In his early years at Hogwarts, he hadn't tried very hard in school, instead opting to play quidditch and come up with pranks. Your rivalry was what had pushed him to work harder, and he got a ridiculous amount of satisfaction from beating you in the subject taught by your head of house.

Potions soon comes to an end and you pack your things up quickly, strutting out of the dingy room in a hurry. To your dismay, Sirius catches up quickly and you don't look at him when he starts talking to you. "How does it feel being the second best at your favorite subject?"

Not bothering to slow down, you respond icily, "How does it feel being the second best at everything else?"

He chuckles with mirth, matching your gait with irritating precision. You start to think he may finally stalk off, when he leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Not for long."

~~~

Your final class of the day is History of Magic, one which you have the misfortune of sharing with Sirius again. Adjusting your book bag on your shoulder, you walk into the classroom and take your usual seat at the front. You spot Sirius joking with his friends near the back, and you once again begrudgingly admit to yourself that he would be beautiful if he wasn't so infuriating. The way his soft brown eyes always have a glint of mischief, or how his long, dark hair is always styled perfectly or how—

A bell rings, signaling the beginning of the hour and you are jolted from your thoughts. Sirius takes a seat next to you, and unable to help yourself, you glance over at him. You find him already looking at you, a barely concealed grin on his face. "I hear Binns is assigning essay groups today. Now, should I invite 50 people or 100 people to the party I throw when I ace the essay and get the top score in History of Magic this year?"

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to face the front of the classroom, your hair falling over your shoulder in a silky curtain. "In your dreams, Black."

You would be lying if you said that your little rivalry with Sirius wasn't amusing at times, but it was mostly a way to keep you in check so that you could get out of your parent's house once you passed your N.E.W.T.S. Your friends knew about your disagreement with your family's blood purity morals, but no one outside of Slytherin paid enough attention to see how much your house's reputation displeased you.

Professor Binns eventually starts lecturing about the Goblin Rebellions and you quickly grab your quill and parchment. You try your best to stay focused, but even your interest in history can't keep you engaged with Binns' slow speech and indifference. By the time he starts assigning essay pairings, you are so zoned out that you almost miss it when your name is followed by Sirius Black's.

Your eyes widen with disbelief and you turn to Sirius to see an aghast expression on his face. You open your mouth to say something but Sirius just shakes his head and mutters, "There's no point in fighting Binns. He doesn't care enough to rework the arrangements."

You know he's right, but anger and dread flood your veins at the thought of spending a week working with Sirius fucking Black. You stuff your things into your book bag and stomp past him, taking a moment to gripe, "I can't believe I have to work with a bloody Gryffindor."

You're almost out the door when he shoots back, "It's not like I want to work with blood purist scum!"

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes and keep walking until he is out of earshot. His insults used to hurt your feelings, but you had long since gotten over your insecurities about your family and upbringing. His snipes just served to prove his ignorance about who you really were.

~~~

Sirius is fuming as he storms out of History of Magic. He would rather eat slugs than spend a week with you for the essay, but he knew that arguing with the decision was futile. When he passes through the doorway you just walked through, he smells the faint scent of mint and gardenia. Before he can stop himself, he breathes in deeply, catching the last remnants of your lingering perfume. The regret he feels is immediate and he rubs a hand over his face in contempt.

When he returns to Gryffindor tower, he drops his bag in his dormitory before throwing himself onto the couch in the common room. Remus and James are sitting by the fireplace, working on their own homework when he puts his hand to his forehead and groans loudly.

"What's up with you?" James asks, lifting his head from his parchment.

"Wait, let me finish this line," Remus says, waving his hand as he frantically scribbles down a few words. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," Sirius sighs dramatically. "Just that I've been partnered up with the worst person in the world."

"Binns put you with Snape?" Remus gasps, only slightly feigning astonishment.

"Nope," Sirius shakes his head, lifting his brows for effect, "worse. He put me with y/n."

The two boys share a look for a moment, before James breaks the silence with a small, "Ah."

Sirius, on the other hand, looks at them incredulously. "Ah? I have been given a death sentence and that's all you lot have to say?"

"You don't think you're being a tad dramatic there?" Remus asks quietly. "She's not as bad as you seem to think she is."

Sirius doesn't seem convinced, so James interjects. "Yeah, Lily really doesn't mind her either, actually. They met at one of Slughorn's parties last year."

"Well then, she must be fantastic at hiding her true colors," Sirius decides, sitting up on the couch. "You all have seen her family's reputation. What they've done to people like you, Moony. She's practically following the same path."

"Pads," Remus says carefully, not wanting his next words to come across the wrong way, "the same could be said for you and your family."

"But I'm a Gryffindor!" he yells, surprising even himself with his emotional outburst. "I chose a different path! I pushed them away! I did that!"

Silence echoes throughout the nearly empty common room and Remus and James know better than to push the subject any further. They slowly return to their work, and Sirius pushes himself off of the couch before taking the stairs two at a time up to the boys dormitories.

~~~

Potions the next day is a tense affair, made worse when Professor Slughorn announces the date of his next party.

"Members of the Slug Club are welcome to attend my party next Friday evening," he states, smiling kindly at the students, before a serious expression crosses his face. "Formal attire mandatory."

You tilt your head down to hide the smile that tries to escape, before turning to your friends to discuss what you all are going to wear. The class ends soon after and you are surprised to see Sirius waiting for you by the door.

Your friends shoot you weary looks, but you nod, telling them it's okay and that you will catch up with them later. When they all shuffle out, you turn to him and sigh, "To what do I owe this displeasure?"

"Hilarious," he replies in a flat tone, before pushing himself off the wall and walking alongside you. "We're partners for Binns' essay. We have to make some sort of plan for the assignment."

You know he is right, and you curse yourself for not being the first one to reach out. "We are both finished with classes for the day. We can go to the library and find the books we need right now, and then make notes this weekend. Next week, we can meet a few times before it's due on Friday to write and edit the paper."

Sirius seems fine with this plan, and you hate how pleased you feel from his approval. He takes a moment to ponder your idea, running a hand through his long, shiny hair, and you find yourself admiring how it gleams in the sun.

"Okay," he finally says, jolting you from your daydream, "works for me. Let's go."

"That's all?" you ask with surprise. "No jibes?"

But he has already started walking towards the library, his long legs giving him an enormous stride that has you jogging to keep up. "Plenty of time for that."

~~~

You both manage to find several helpful books for your essay fairly quickly, and soon you start flipping through them to mark the relevant sections. When you reach the textbook on Magical Relations throughout History, you find a chapter on notable wizard families and become intrigued. As if in autopilot, you flip to the page with your family name and begin scanning over the names, when Sirius comes up next to you and grabs the book from under your face.

"What's got you so hooked?" he asks, looking at the page you were on.

"Give it here," you command, your voice wavering slightly. He doesn't notice.

"Ah, the y/l/n family!" he exclaims, before diving into the content and listing the most recent wizards in chronological order.

Each name feels like an electric shock and you can feel it getting harder to breathe as your lungs struggle to pull air in. When he starts reading the names of your parents, you rush forward and snatch the book back, snapping it closed.

He looks taken aback and anger shoots through you, replacing the discomfort and embarrassment. "How would you feel if I went through your family history?"

Sirius clenches his jaw, his nose flaring with enmity. "How is that the same? Your family has done vile, awful things, and I bet you can't wait to join them!"

He really thought you were just like them. How could he not see how your family went against the very essence of who you were?

But you didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. "Yeah, you're right. Because you obviously know everything about me."

He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his face. "What are you on about?"

He looks like a puppy with his bewildered expression and suddenly you can't decide whether you want to punch him or shake him. You settle for a "Whatever, Black" before tossing the book onto the table and stalking out of the library.

Your hair blows behind you as you pass by Sirius, and he finds himself wishing he could reach out and run his fingers through the velvety strands. You were striking when you were angry and it was the most infuriating and confusing mix of emotions he had ever experienced.

~~~

The weekend passes quickly and when Monday arrives, you both work on your halves of the essay in silence. You catch yourself glancing up at Sirius a few times, and you can't help but admire his steely focus on the work at hand. His intellect and work ethic are two of the few things you admire about him, after all.

Your eyes are falling shut when you check the time and see that you've been working for hours. You close your ink pot and stuff your parchment into your bag as you get ready to leave.

You are carefully putting away your quills when you hear Sirius' voice, quiet over the crackle of the fireplace. "Why are you in Slytherin if you don't actually care for your family?"

It was the same question you heard all the time, from every direction. Why are you in Slytherin if you hate your family so much, y/n? No one ever asked why Slytherin was associated with such darkness, when it stood for so much more than that.

Glaring at him, you force the memories down and spit out the first ill-chosen remarks you can muster. "Maybe I do care. Maybe I am exactly what you believe! I don't give a fuck what you think about me, Black, so leave me the hell alone."

You start to leave the room as he retorts, "You disgust me."

A humorless laugh escapes from your mouth and you pause for only a moment before exiting the study room. "Back at you."

Sirius is left stunned, his mouth practically hanging open in shock and confusion. Your words were filled with poison, but your voice had contained something he couldn't quite place. He doesn't allow himself to think about it, instead leaving the study room and heading back to Gryffindor tower to get ready for quidditch practice.

The weather is dreadful, souring Sirius' mood even further, but somehow James is his usual chipper self. They scrimmage for a bit, before James parks himself by the goal posts to chat with Sirius about his latest interactions with Lily.

"She laughed at one of my jokes today," James muses, his tone joyful as he gesticulates wildly, balancing on his broom with irritating ease. "I could listen to her laugh for the rest of my life."

Sirius is only half listening, unable to turn his thoughts away from your earlier outburst. He wished that he could crawl inside your mind and understand everything about you, but that impulse was at war with his righteous desire to distance himself from you at any cost. He's considering his choices when he hears a deep voice yell from across the pitch.

"Oi, Black, Potter, I don't pay you tosspots to just sit around and chat!" Frank Longbottom barks out, squinting through the rain.

"Er, Frank," Sirius hesitantly responds, "you don't pay us at all."

"And your point is...?"

James clears his throat and speaks up before Sirius has the chance to get them into trouble. "Sorry, Longbottom, we were just discussing Saturday's match plan against Hufflepuff."

Frank nods and flies off, forcing James to actually do his job as chaser. Sirius shakes his head vigorously, trying to shake off the rain and his thoughts of you, before resuming his station in front of the goal posts. The rest of practice slogs along, and by the time Frank finally lets the team head back inside, they are all drenched.

Sirius can feel the cold deep in his bones and he sheds off his quidditch gear the moment he enters the boys dormitories. Racing to the shower before James can get back from talking to Frank, he turns the water as hot as it can go and steps under the scalding spray. He audibly sighs as the chill in his veins dissipates, and he leans against the tile as the water cascades over him.

The water also helps melt some of the stress that has seeped into his bones, but it's not enough. Quidditch and school and his family and that damn essay. Everything in his life recently has been building the knot of tension in his gut and he needs to relieve it.

His hand slides down and he palms his length lightly, working it slowly before gripping it in his hand. His cock grows, aching with need, and he starts moving his hand, massaging his shaft with slow strokes. Wet heat zings up his spine, and he leans his head back against the wall, quickening the pace of his movements.

He feels the coil tighten in his abdomen and he rubs his thumb over the tip to bring him closer, but suddenly the pleasure stagnates. He clenches his fist harder, but the wave feels far away, taunting him as he tries and fails to crest it. Sirius groans in frustration, turning around to lean his forehead against the tile. His hand grasps his cock again, but this time a reprehensible thought enters his mind and burrows into his subconscious.

This time it's your hand gripping him instead. He's so desperate for release that he allows himself to give in to the fantasy, and suddenly you're in front of him, taking his length in your slender fingers. Your lips curve into a cheeky smirk and you sink to your knees in front of him as he watches you in awe. He can feel you lick a flat stripe up his shaft and he groans, heat surging through him again. When you finally suck him into your mouth, he thinks he may come on the spot, but he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to prolong the sensation. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and he can almost imagine your scent as he thrusts up into his own hand, wishing it was yours instead.

He knows he should stop this — he shouldn't even have allowed himself to begin — but it feels so good. So good that he can't bear to imagine what it would have felt like had it been real.

One final thrust brings him to his release and he gasps into the shower wall, pressing his forearm against the tile to keep himself upright. The moment the pleasure ends and his brain clears of its fog, a waterfall of shame washes over him. Sirius scrubs his body with soap, hoping to rid himself of his guilt, but even after he has washed and dried himself, the feeling remains.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds that James has yet to return from talking to Longbottom, and he clambers into his bed, pulling the curtains closed around him. He doesn't emerge from his bed until late the next morning, just in time to rush to his first class.

He thanks the heavens that he doesn't share any classes with you today, and he goes through his day in a daze, not fully focusing on any of his subjects. You, on the other hand, are rampaging through the halls with a reignited enmity. You can't get your last argument with Sirius out of your head, and you've been forcing yourself to push down your fury all day.

By the time you finish your last class of the day, you are heading back to the Slytherin dungeon when you spot Sirius ducking into an empty classroom. After a whole day of tamping down your emotions, just the sight of him makes your cheeks flush with anger. Against your better judgment, you stalk forward and follow him into the room.

Sirius turns back in surprise when he hears you enter, but it quickly turns to exasperation and something that looks like abashment. "What the hell are you doing here? Can no one get some bloody peace and qui—"

"Why do you so easily assume that you know me?" you spit out, your volume a bit louder than you would've liked. "You constantly insist upon inserting yourself in my life, but you don't take the time to even try to understand me!"

His expression suddenly grows darker and he scoffs, "Because I do know you. Our families are the same. We grew up with the same upbringing, and I don't even have to look past my own bloody family tree to find a dozen examples of how that turns out."

He looks so sure of himself that you have to fight off the urge to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him. Taking a step forward, you can't stop yourself from raising your voice even further. "You're so infuriating! How can anyone stand to be around you?"

Sirius barks out a laugh, taking another step closer, "You're not exactly a cakewalk either, sweetheart."

His last words bring him that much closer to you, and suddenly you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You peer up at him hesitantly, frightened by the fact that this proximity to Sirius Black isn't scaring you off. Instead, you almost feel emboldened, and you find yourself leaning in slightly, enjoying the way his breath hitches when the wisps of your hair tickle his chin. You see his eyes flutter closed as he inhales slowly, as if trying to remain still, and you tilt your head back to—

The door creaks open and you both fly apart, but not fast enough. Remus enters slowly, his head peeking inside as his eyes widen with astonishment.

"Oh bugger, sorry," Remus exclaims, turning around to leave the classroom.

"It's fine," Sirius says emphatically, as if he's trying to convince more than just Remus. "Nothing's going on."

You can't stand the awkwardness, so you mutter a quick "gotta go" to Remus, before jetting out the door.

Sirius watches you leave, internally kicking himself for letting you get under his skin like this. He was no stranger to wanting — or being wanted by — women, but this was something different. Something that brought out a longing from within him that he had no hope of understanding.

"Is this why you've been acting so weird recently?" Remus asks, looking at Sirius pointedly. "Because you fancy her or something?"

Sirius flashes him an incredulous look, hoping it's more convincing than it feels to him. "Pff, shut up, Moony."

Remus purses his lips, clearly not believing a word he's saying, but he thankfully lets the subject drop. "Well, anyway, I heard your voice from outside and I thought I'd let you know that James was looking for you. Something about getting to quidditch practice early..."

Sirius groans good-naturedly, secretly excited about the prospect of relieving his frustration through a nice scrimmage. Grabbing his book bag, he follows Remus out of the classroom and heads down to the quidditch pitch.

~~~

Sirius doesn't know what to think about you anymore, and he is only more confused when he hears your voice in a side corridor on the way to Transfiguration the next day. He stays hidden around the corner, but manages to catch the end of your conversation with Snape.

"Why do you get off on hurting people, Severus?" you ask, your voice dripping with venom. "You're a fucking blood purist who's tarnishing the Slytherin name with your outdated and disgusting ideologies."

"Don't bother yourself with my so-called ideologies, y/n," he sneers, and Sirius pulls his wand out in case there's an altercation.

You scoff and Sirius is surprised at the pride he feels at the sight of you standing up to Snape. "Slytherin stands for cleverness and ambition, not for ruthlessness and cruelty. You and your lot have given us an awful reputation just for existing and I'm bloody tired of seeing you all prancing around these halls like you care about what it means to be here!"

Sirius hears the swish of your robes, and he backs up behind a gargoyle statue right before you turn the corner and strut past him. A warmth fills his chest and he swallows thickly, trying to place what he's feeling. He saw a different person in you everyday and each time he spoke to you, he never knew what he was getting himself into. You were the least predictable person he had ever met, and god help him, he liked that about you.

The rest of your essay work sessions occur in a similar fashion to the first, and Sirius doesn't mention what he heard. You are more than content working in silence, but something feels off between the two of you, and you hate how much you miss the way it used to be. The banter and the jibes and the rivalry.

Peeking up at him through your loosely hanging hair, you see him chewing the back of his quill, his brow furrowed tightly into a small 'v'. Curling your hand into a fist, you resist the urge to press your fingers into the worry lines on his forehead and smooth them out. He really was beautiful when he worked, his eyes burning with focus and determination. Pursing your lips, you push the thought away and continue writing the last few paragraphs of your paper.

~~~

The day of Slughorn's party arrives quickly and you are frantically getting ready with your friends after turning in your part of the essay for Binns' class. You were relieved to be done with the project, but it would be remiss to say that you didn't miss seeing Sirius outside of class hours. You finish up your makeup and adjust the thin straps of your black, floor-length gown, before pulling on your shawl and heading out.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitories, Sirius and Remus are wrestling their ties on, with James flopped on his bed, timing them to see who can tie theirs first. Remus wins by a hair, and Sirius plops down next to James, a playful frown on his face.

"Get up, you tosser," James laughs, pushing Sirius off the bed. "You'll wrinkle your suit."

"This is why we keep you around, Prongs," Sirius grins, smoothing his shirt down before patting Remus on the back. "So that you can teach us the ways of your posh upbringing."

"Fuck you," James replies, a smile creeping onto his face. "Anyway, you lot better head to the party. Don't want to be too late."

"But don't forget, James," Remus mocks, grinning pointedly at Sirius, "the party doesn't begin until Padfoot arrives!"

"Right you are," Sirius hoots, before saying a quick goodbye to Peter and pulling Remus through the door with him.

Somehow, they are still in the first batch of people to arrive, and they occupy themselves by grabbing champagne flutes from the passing waiters.

"Bit stuffy, isn't it?" Remus mutters, taking a sip from his glass.

Sirius nods, downing the whole glass before grabbing another flute. "We'll chat up some of the professors then head out early."

"Works for me."

Remus starts scanning the room to see if he can spot Madam Pince, and just as Sirius brings the champagne to his lips, he sees you walk in.

His hand freezes in mid-air and he can't take his eyes off of you no matter how hard he tries to look away. You look ravishing in a long, black gown and your hair cascades down your back in a gleaming waterfall. Just when Sirius starts to regain the mobility of his hand, you slide off your shawl and the sharp curves of your collarbone shimmer under the candlelight.

"Have fun with that," Remus whispers, his tone laced with humor, before patting him on the back and walking off to speak with Professor Slughorn.

You don't notice him at first, but after you hand your shawl to someone working by the door, you peer up to see Sirius Black staring at you, his mouth slightly agape. When he sees you looking back at him, he looks at the ceiling and swallows a large gulp of champagne. You know something is different between you two, but there was no way you were going to be the first to address it. Spotting one of your friends from class, you head over to join their conversation.

Sirius had always known you were beautiful but he had never let himself truly see it before tonight. Before you had winced at the sight of your family's atrocities, and stood up to Snape when he was being exactly who Sirius thought you were. He had been so wrong all this time.

Spotting you across the room, he tightens his tie and pushes himself off of the counter he was leaning against. Head held high, he saunters over to where you are laughing with your friends and stops right in front of you. You look up at him in shock, which quickly turns to uneasiness. "What do you want, Black?"

He looks you straight in the eyes, his attention refusing to waver, as he says simply, "Dance with me."

Your expression is filled with skepticism and something else he can't decipher, but to his surprise, you take his hand. He pulls you up from your seat and leads you to the other side of the room, where a quartet is playing music. The song they are playing is a bit fast-paced for slow dancing, but when Sirius shoots them a look, they immediately transition into a slower melody.

"Impressive," you say jokingly, acutely noticing the moment his hand moves to rest on your waist.

He smiles softly and you both dance in silence until Sirius turns his gaze back to you, piercing you with his eyes in a way that always got you flustered.

"Thank heavens that essay is over," he states, his lips curving slightly. "I missed our little class rivalry."

You nod slowly, relieved that he is voicing exactly what you've been feeling. "It's not as fun when we're on the same side."

He's silent again for a few moments, before he pulls you a bit closer in his arms and scrutinizes your face in an annoyingly charming way. "But we are, aren't we? On the same side."

His statement catches you by surprise, you don't know what to say. You can't seem to break the eye contact you've been sharing and heat travels down your spine at his languid gaze. You almost wish you could go back to when he didn't look too hard into your life, but a part of you knows that this is a good different.

Before you can lose your nerve, you sigh and whisper, "Yes...we are."

You can feel your cheeks flush with heat, but you don't want to take your eyes away from him, afraid that if you look away, you will lose this connection that has somehow developed in the midst of your silent war. You instead choose to focus on how long his eyelashes are, practically casting shadows on his cheekbones as he gazes down at you.

Sirius notices the moment your skin begins to flush and he has to tighten his grip on your waist to keep his breath steady. Every point of contact between the two of you burns with unbridled possibility, and his usual confidence wavers as he fixates on the pink spreading across your cheeks. He can't imagine how you couldn't know the effect you have on him, and he slowly pulls you in closer to gauge your reaction.

You gasp slightly when your chest presses against his, and for a second, you completely forget that you are supposed to be dancing. Your sudden pause disrupts Sirius' rhythm and before you can readjust, he is inches away from you, his chest heaving.

"Let's get out of here," Sirius whispers, his voice husky.

You're so caught off guard that you lose the ability to speak, opting for a quick nod that ignites something in his eyes. He slips a hand behind your lower back and leads you off the dance floor, guiding you into the hallway. When he finds an isolated stairwell, you finally regain your bearings and press him against the stone wall, reveling in the sudden burst of courage. Sirius looks back at you mischievously, and you immediately kiss the smirk off of his face.

You hear him mutter a quick invisibility charm under his breath and you can't help but be vexed that he thought of it faster than you did. When you part his lips with your tongue, he groans under his breath, and the sound sends heat rushing down your abdomen. Filled with a newfound confidence, you bite his lip teasingly, before yanking on his tie to loosen it.

"Holy shit," Sirius exhales, leaning back against the wall while you unbutton his shirt, completely letting you have your way with him. Ever since that night in the showers, he has imagined this moment incessantly, but something told him that the real thing was about to me infinitely better.

You grip his lapels, trying to pull him closer and closer, and he obliges, wrapping his arm around your body as he lifts you to sit on the ledge beside him. His lips are so much softer than you could've imagined, and he presses feverish kisses along your jaw, setting you instantly ablaze. This moment is everything you wanted it to be and you feel heat pool in your belly as his hands begin to ride down, shifting the hem of your dress higher.

The image of the two of you here, together, is so wild and unexpected that you almost can't believe it's even happening. You must have spoken out loud, because Sirius smirks against your skin and says, "What? You can't believe you're alone in a stairwell with the top of your class?"

You pull back immediately, sputtering, "Wha- what? Top of the class, my ass!" when you see a grin cross Sirius' face.

"What?" you ask, your mouth scrunching into a small pout.

"You're never gonna stop arguing with me, are you?"

You press your lips together, unsure of what he's getting at, "...No."

His grins widens and he pulls you forward into another searing kiss. "Good."

Your chest bubbles with satisfaction that quickly turns primal when Sirius starts bunching up your gown. He hikes up your dress slowly, allowing you plenty of time to change your mind; when you don't, he slides your panties to the side and enters you swiftly with a lithe finger.

You gasp at the contact, your back arching into his body, and he can't help the grin that crosses his face at your response. Just the feeling of your warm heat makes his pants tighten with desire, and he has to clutch the silky material of your dress to keep himself from reaching down and undoing his belt buckle. You look so beautiful under him, and he wishes he could commit this image to his memory forever.

You lean your head back against the cool stained glass behind you, and Sirius dips down to run his tongue up the smooth expanse of your exposed neck. Just when the heat is almost too much, he sucks the skin on your pulse point, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through you. He adds another finger and you cry out in ecstasy, grabbing onto his open shirt for some sort of stability. The motion of his fingers combined with the warmth of his lips brings you so close, but right when you are about to feel the release, he pulls his fingers out.

"Fuck," you exclaim, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I was so close!"

Sirius ignores you, tugging his pants down quickly and unsheathing his thick shaft. "You're not coming unless it's on my cock."

A ferocious desire courses through you and he swears he has died and gone to heaven when he sees how your eyes sparkle with lust. You nod immediately, and he yanks your panties off fully before lining himself up with your entrance. You brace yourself, but it's not enough to prepare you for the feeling of his hard cock splitting you open. You can feel every inch of him as he pushes into you, refusing to stop until he's fully seated within you.

Sirius can't believe how good you feel around him, and he forces himself to allow you a second to adjust before he starts moving. As soon as he begins thrusting into you, white hot pleasure curls up your spine, wrenching out moan after moan from deep inside your throat. You had thought about this moment so many times, but nothing could compare to this. This connection you felt with him that was slowly setting you ablaze.

The sight of you beneath him triggers an animalistic response, and Sirius suddenly has the intense desire to mark your pristine skin. He wants to see the column of your throat littered with bruises to show the world that you had been his.

Sirius brings his hand down, his fingers splaying across your throat, before he tightens them around your neck. Your eyes widen with surprise that quickly turns to hunger, and he squeezes until he can feel your pulse beneath his fingertips. Just when it starts to become too much, he loosens his hold and tilts your head back, lifting your body up to meet his. The change in angle has him hitting the perfect spot deep inside of you, and your eyes roll back from bliss.

You are already gasping with pleasure before he begins nipping at the skin behind your ear, slowly making him way down your neck. You know the marks will be hard to hide, but you can't bring yourself to care. Soon the knot of pressure in your abdomen starts tightening and you know you're getting close, so you reach your hand down to touch yourself.

Sirius' thrusts start to falter a bit as he gets closer to the edge, but he can feel your walls closing in around him, so he quickens his movements. The spicy scent of your perfume turns his brain fuzzy and he bites down on the hollow of your collarbone as another pang of possessiveness washes over him. The sensation sends you flying over the edge and the feeling of you tightening around him brings him to his release shortly after.

When you finally come down from the high, you are both out of breath, your chests heaving. You immediately start looking for your panties, and Sirius pulls his shirt back over his shoulders, buttoning up his pants. You are about to turn away when Sirius reaches over to cup your cheek, bringing you up to face him again.

"You're beautiful," he mutters, his thumb absently stroking your jaw as he looks at you with a familiar glint in his eyes. "I was so wrong about you, and if only I had known—"

"Then what?" you ask, your expression turning into one of disbelief, yet longing. "Then we could have been together? Come on, Black, you know we never would've worked out."

You say the last words with a small smile, which Sirius eventually returns. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You never would've been able to keep up with me anyways."

"Wha-" you sputter, "excuse me?"

But Sirius is already laughing. You're so incredulous that you don't realize what he is doing until he pulls you forward into a quick kiss before whispering, "See you in class, y/n."

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regulusblcksgf · 8 months

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i like to think Sirius called Regulus ‘reggie’ in public all the time (and got hexed once) and cheer for him every time he would do something that was minimally against the rules by proudly screaming without restraint

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violetteshoneybee · 1 year

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CHERRY TREE

husband!remus x wife!reader ; fluff

In which remus and his wife are waking up beside each other in their newly bought house

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The sheets moved swiftly around you, their soft fabric complimenting your gracious body. You were asleep with your hair spread across your face and falling in a cascade on your back and arms. You were feeling warm. Not the uncomfortable warm, though, the one you feel when waking up and tightening the blanket around you. You also felt safe. This was something you loved. An arm passed over your waist as a protection to keep you in bed and close and warm. You loved waking up and feeling the heaviness of your husband’s arm. Remus was always one to go to sleep late, the one not to sleep at all even. But since you two had settled in this cosy place, he was spending more and more time with you in bed. He would often fall asleep before you as you played with his hair and massaged his scalp. Remus felt home between your arms. He had hidden for so many years that being able to be himself and not be afraid of hurting someone was just heaven to him. You and Remus had found that old water mill house some months ago, and you two fell in love with its peaceful atmosphere. The house was in a quiet neighbourhood surrounded by a lovely little cottage with extensive gardens and vergés.

The forest on the other side of the little river was beautiful and perfect for Remus to spend his full moons. You felt reassured to know he wasn’t too far from you during this time of the month. Thanks to your good wedges, you could get some wolfsbane for him, and you knew that Remus would pass the long nights wandering in the forest. You imagined he would follow the fairies around and run after the little magical creature. Remus saw a future with you here, and you were forever grateful. It had been so hard to find an isolated place to protect your husband from the others. It felt unreal to establish somewhere like here.

The feeling of the cover being torn away from you stopped your reasoning, and you turned around to look at your gorgeous husband rolled into the covers.

‘I love you, Lupin. But you promised to share all your belongings, that includes the cover.’ You said, tickling his nose with your pinky as you watched him softly blink his eyes open.

‘I don’t think it means all my belongings. I’m sure there’s some kind of exception for the sheets, cover and probably the food too.’ You chuckled at his comment and kissed him.’Good morning, dove.’

‘Good morning, darling.’ You smiled. ‘Did you sleep well?’

He nodded and stretched his arms over his head before wrapping you in them.

‘I slept alright, and you? Are you hungry? We’ve got some fruits. The neighbours gave them.’

‘Slowly, Rem.’ You kissed his hand and gently put it in your hair.

‘One at a time?’

‘One at a time.’

Remus sighed and started petting your hair, wrapping his long, thin fingers around the strands. In this instant, he thought he would have been more than happy to die beside you and keep this as the last thing he would see in his life. You were his everything, after all. You had been there for him when he needed comfort back at school and would be with him when he grew old. And more than anything, you were with him right now, right at this instant. You were giving him this look full of love and caring, and he swore he had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life than your bright smile and tired eyes looking at him. He was eternally madly in love with you. Remus was sure of that because he knew that if you were an ocean, he would let himself drown. If you were a fire, he would eat himself burn, and before all this, if you were the earth, the dirt beneath the grass, he let his body crawl to you and rot. Remus would love you even if you killed him because you only mattered now. Remus never thought he would have the chance to be loved and love like this. Ever since Remus was a child, he saw how dangerous love could be for others, and he wanted nothing dangerous for his loved ones. But his soul deceived him the day he saw you under that cherry tree, in your little lime green dress with your hair tied with a ribbon. Remus knew he was doomed right at that moment. He knew he was your slave for eternity.

‘… Rem? Are you listening?’

‘Sorry, darling. What did you say?’

‘You know, sometimes I really wish to know what’s going on in that head of yours.’ You scoffed and slowly made your way up. ‘I was saying we should slow down on heavy food. I think I took some weight.’

‘Oh, but my darling, I’m the happiest man alive if I can get more of you.’

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maeblack · 7 months

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„Yeah love?

- some deep desire you want to tell me?“

Paring: young Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: includes smut –> teasing, kissing, sex and a very annoying James Potter

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Word count: 3643

Summary: while history of magic got a bit boring Sirius and you didn’t pay attention at all. So it leads to a bit teasing in class. But finally as class ended everything didn‘t work as planned.

My fingertips slide along his tights over to his lap. „Aw someone’s needy“ Sirius exclaimed smirking with a sugar sweet voice. He raised his hand to grab a strand of my y/h/c hair, so he could play with it. His eyes followed every single action his fingers did. I already knew what he was up to which made me breath in sharp. „You might not want to start something you can’t finish“ he said now looking directly into my eyes. I shivered as I hold my breath. This influence he had towards me was a curse and blessing together. „Who say I can’t finish this?“ I whispered as my glance travelled along his face. „Well- “ he smirked and put his distinctive Sirius Black look on. As professor Binns raised his voice again Sirius turned his gaze forward.

But I knew he didn’t pay attention. How could he? Slowly I guided my fingertips along his thighs and over to his mid again. A smile played around my lips as he took unnoticed a deep breath in, to control himself. Suddenly, as his fingers let go of my hair and traveled down to grab my thigh, I bite my lower lip. A well known feeling appeared in my stomach, as his hand traveled up even more. The teasing was amusing.

Until Sirius hand reached my mid. Now it was my turn to stay in control. I sighted slightly, at the loss of his touch while his hands traveled down at the inside of my thighs. He chuckled at my reaction. He played it cool, but I could see in his gaze how much my little teasing affected him, like his did me. As I got lost in my thoughts, my fingertips slid from his thighs over to his mid a bit to harsh. In the suddenly new action a moan escaped his throat. He bit his lower lip, the moment he released what happened. I suppressed a laugher. Than my gaze flew carefully around the classroom. Everybody seems to mind their own business. If somebody had heard us then the two in front of us.

James sat now, after he had to swap seats with me as a punishment last week, right in front of us, next to Lily. Professor Binns thought James and Sirius would be more concentrated if they wouldn’t sit next to each other. How wrong he was...

Neither James nor Sirius nor me were now paying attention in his class. The only one who did was Lily. But how could it be otherwise.

I exchanged a nervous gaze with Sirius. He looked a little bit shocked but now a mischievously grin appeared on this lips. Non of the two in front of us seemed to know what happen a seat behind them. Lily starred strait at the board where Professor Binns stud, every now and then she added something to her parchment. James leaned in his seat facing her, not paying attention to anything except her. I sighted in relief.

But the next moment a shiver ran down my back as I saw Peter staring at us. I nudged Sirius, who didn’t noticed the same I did. One of his hands already started to play with my hair again, the other tightened his grip around my thigh. „Hm?“ he asked thoughtlessly. Then his gaze followed mine. Peter sat next to Remus, a seat near Lily and James. „What?“ Sirius mouthed questioning as if nothing happened. Peter turned around to look at Professor Binns before he started to mouth an answer. „What the hell?“ I whispered confused „I literally didn’t understand one word“. „Me neighter“ Sirius hissed concentrated. I rolled my eyes not sure if he really hadn’t understood. „If you have it, give a word“ I uttered, while my fingertips travelled playfully up and down his thighs again. But now Sirius didn’t seem to care either, about what Peter had said. His eyes already searched up my face and followed every little move I made.

The moment professor Binns ended class, Sirius stud up abruptly. I looked up at him grinning. „Y/n, can we please go“ he than begged wispering as I didn’t move. The expression on my face got more amused. „Now“ he declared emphatically. „Sure“ I nodded as I took his reached out hand. „Hey, where are you two going?“ Remus asked interested as Sirius was about to hurry out the classroom. „I thought you said you would be learning after class...“ he mentioned. Sirius cleared his throat. „How are we supposed to do our essays without books, my dearest moony?“ he assured. Remus raised an eyebrow. „Actually I was talking to y/n...“ he than informed Sirius. I giggled. „But good for you if you do something too, pads“ he laughed „I don’t want to help you again, the evening before the essay has to be finished“. Sirius intertwined our fingers while waiting impatiently and searched for my glance. „Fine than Sirius and I will go upstairs and grab our books... we‘ll see you after in the common room, okay?“ I listed. Remus nodded. „Oh but I will join you a bit later, because I promised Professor McGonagall to tutor a few third years...“ he reminded. „Yeah me too“ Lily added. „Just the best of the best“ James joked appreciatively. Lily rolled her eyes annoyed. „Shut it Potter“ her voice nearly cold. I exchanged an amused gaze with the others. „Maybe James said more than enough this period of professor Binns class“ I speculated grinning. „Of course he did“ Peter confirmed. James made a face towards us visibly annoyed.

„Okay than see you later guys“ Sirius smirked as everyone of us went their own way in the hallways. Around the next corner he crashed his lips into mine and pinned me against the wall. His lips placing kisses along my jaw down my neck. „Sirius“ I managed to say „we can’t stay here“. I giggled while I pushed him away slightly.

Harshly he pulled me in for a kiss. His hungry lips crahed into mine. I sighted into his mouth as he pulled me closer and guided me on his lap, while he sat himself down on his bed. His hands cared along my back until they were placed on my waist. I could already feel the heat coming up in my stomach. My fingertips traveled along his chest enjoying every moment of it. Than they reached their well known place in Sirius soft hair. He broke the connection of our kiss breathlessly. „So needy today, hun?“ I asked mischievously. „Oh yeah“ he exclaimed grinning before he closed hungry the space between us again. Now slipping his tongue into my mouth. Both of us fought over dominance. But the moment my mid stoke against his, he sighted. Which let my take control for once. I laughed into the kiss. Yeah, he was really needy today. A miracle how he managed class like this. The moment I started unbuttoning his shirt, the door was opened. I winced by the sudden interruption. Sirius sighted at the loss of my touch. „Oi, did everything ends up with you two making out?“ James shouted over as he entered the dorm. Only now Sirius opened his eyes in confusion. He hadn’t realized that his best mate had entered the room, until his own moans were replaced with the joking voice of James Potter. I cleared my throat. „Is this a rhetorical question or do we have to answer this?“ I asked trying to sound amused. James laughed as he dropped himself on his bed. Sirius chuckled at my answer. „I thought you two just wanted to grab something... and I thought you didn’t meant an orgasm“ James joked. „Well... Luckily we don’t have to do it on our own, like other people in this room“ Sirius replied cocky. I chuckled. James just starred at us for a few seconds instead of answering. Then the room went silent, until Sirius raised his voice again. „What exactly are you doing here prongs?“ he questioned reproachful, now looking at James. „Oh nothing special... I just live here“ James answered while getting comfortable in his bed. It didn’t seemed as if he would leave soon. I sighted as I was about to get up from Sirius lap. But as he didn’t removed his hands from my waist I was forced to stay there. He bite his lower lip and growled slightly, as I bumped into his lap again.

„James, don’t you have to do something else than laying in bed? For example planning how to ask Lily out? Or by Merlin just doing your essays?“ I asked as I looked up at him. „No... to be honest“ James started and continued with a waterfall of words. But I didn’t listened. I couldn’t even manage to catch a clear thought. „Bloody hell, prongs just bugger off“ Sirius interrupted him annoyed. James looked at him in surprise.

„Okay, now that you two don’t want my company either“ he than said pouting while he was about to stand up from his bed. But suddenly he paused his doing. „But you know what? Only because you two where here first you can’t tell me not to be here“ he ended his sentence. „What?“ Sirius gasped. „Oh hell... bad day“ I uttered more to Sirius addressed than to James, who answered instead „Yeah even I have a bad day sometimes“. I sighted while covering my face with my palms. „I bet now comes the fucking story?“ Sirius barked. „Yes because you asked so nicely, padfoot...“ James assured grinning sarcastically. „What did I do to deserve this today??“ Sirius expressed dramatically. „Oh come on... I’m not that boring. Plus I will make it short for you“ James declared „but don’t be in such a bad mood pads, otherwise y/n will probably search for a new guy to have fun with...“. „Oh I want to see your mood, if you would lay in bed with lily, snogging and I would come in and tell a story nobody wants to here...“ Sirius mumbled aggressively, holding himself back. „If this will happen I‘ll remind you“ James challenged eyebrows raising. „For sure“ Sirius replied while letting his head sink back into the pillows „just continue with your story time so we can finish what we were up to“. James didn't have to be asked twice.

„Could you just sit still?“ Sirius hissed through clinched teeth. „Hm?“ I hummed questioning not getting what he wanted. „You’re sitting very comfortable on my dick“ he whispered „and if you‘re moving, it drives me this kind of crazy...“. He broke up his sentence. But he didn’t have to finish it, the heat in my stomach already started burning at his words. „And if you won’t stop I can’t hold myself back any longer... and than it might happen that I just don’t care about prongs on the bed next to us“ he declared while his voice got more and more mischievously. „I‘m sorry“ I said smirking with an excusing expression on my face. „But sitting still dives me crazy“ I admitted as I tried not to move. Now Sirius started grinning at me „I think you‘re very needy too“. „Maybe“ I whispered smirking. For a moment Sirius went quiet as he glared over to James, who gestured wildly while talking about this and that, lily here and lily there, quidditch and class and so on. „Slowly I begin to just don’t fucking care how bad his day was because he is just about to ruin my day too“ Sirius exclaimed growling. „As if you ever cared within the last ten minutes?“ I announced „He talked about I-don’t-know-what longer than I heard professor Binns today in class“. Sirius nodded. „how selfish...“ was the last thing I heard from him, than now James loudly started to plan a new idea about how I cloud help him with lily so that he would be the guy who is snogging in this dorm. And suddenly I heard myself raising my voice and interrupting them both. „James just shut the fuck up“ I shouted. It went silent and James looked at me in shock. „In the moment I really don’t care“ I growled „you know, I can handle much, okay? But this is clearly to much... you can’t just come in here while you saw us snogging and report how bad your day was while I have to sit on Sirius boner and have to listen to your bullshit“. Sirius opened his mouth but closed it again without admiring some of his sassy comments. James stared at me for a second and than just started laughing. My face fell. Now I was the one who stared at him in disbelief. „What’s your fucking problem today, prongs?“ Sirius questioned irritated. „Just get out of here... now“ he added growling while gestured wildly. James lifted himself up from his bed, still laughing, and walked over to the door. He slammed against the frame while he opened. „How long did I make it?“ he asked now. „What the fuck“ Sirius exclaimed as he sat himself up. Than Peters voice was heard „doesn’t matter. You won“. „Yesss“ James cheered. „What-“ I turned around to make sure I understand right what happened. A bit to fast, I noticed, as Sirius moaned slightly. I suppressed a laugher. „Ow you will get this back, believe me“ Sirius hissed towards me. „Yeah? Prove me“ I challenged. „I would love to“ Sirius smirked with a raspy voice. My stomach clinged at the tone of his voice.

For a second I totally forgot my anger until James addressed his speak to us. Again. „I clearly have to say sorry“ he announced. „What?“ I asked now in more than just disbelief. In James’ face no sign of sorry. „Wormy and I made a bet, as the two of you were in here for so long. That’s why I had to give you two my company as long as I could“ he explained mischievously. I raised my eyebrows at his explanation. Not able to find words for this. „I will kill you, Potter“ Sirius growled through clinched teeth „I will kill you both after this“. James grin disappeared but in his eyes a shine of amusement as he raised his eyebrows appreciative. „And that’s the moment where we have to leave“ he than announced and bowed „much fun you two“. „You deserve it“ Peter added grinning before he closed the door behind him. „Yeah better leave“ Sirius affirmed. „You own me your poisons essay, wormtail“ James informed Peter while their steps became more quiet in the hallway.

Still not sure what just happened, I turned back to face Sirius again. His expression relaxing while they formed a choky grin as he locked eyes with me. His eyes searching in mine while he stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath and felt my body began relaxing too. „What a pair of idiots“ I sighted nearly soft as I got lost in Sirius dark gray eyes. „Yeah“ he hummed. His face only millimeters away from mine. I closed the last space between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss started soft but got more intense with every second. My hands at their so familiar place in Sirius hair. He let his tongue slid along my lips to beg silently for inlet. I opened my mouth as I sighted. Now welcoming his sweet taste. I adored it always, like it was the first time I could taste it. His hands disappeared under my shirt until they pulled it over my head. Then he began kissing down my jaw and neck as I unbuttoned his shirt and stroke it off. I moaned slightly as he nibbled on the sweet spot in my neck. I already knew tomorrow everyone would be able to see his work of art. But I didn’t care. Slowly I leaned into his chest which made him sank down into the mattress. The moment he felt the soft pillows in his back, he flipped me over, so he was on top. Sirius worked himself, with kisses and soft bites, down to my breasts. His hands traveled to the back of my bra as I arched my back. He freed my breast only to attack them with kisses and licks. I sighted enjoying. Now his eyes met mine. I swallowed hard against my dry throat. He hunched over me to connect our lips again. My hands around his neck while my fingers played with his hair. One of his hands slowly made the way down to my mid. The so long awaited touch made my whined. Sirius chuckled at my reaction. „Maybe now I can satisfy your desire“ he forewarned me. Before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my skirt and slip. I moaned out at the unexpected touch. His long fingers parted my folds and slided over my clit. „Already so wet for me, love?“ he asked while pulling back his hand only to get rid of my clothes. The sudden cold let me shiver. But with the bare touch on my tights, while he parted them, the heat in my stomach came up again. Then he began placing kisses from my breasts down to my mid. A few millimeters before he reached the place I needed him the most, he stopped. I sighted at the loss of touch, only to whined as he suddenly placed his thumb on my clit. „Sirius“ I whimpered as he didn’t move. „Yeah love?“ he asked innocently „some deep desire you want to tell me?“. My hips begann to move slightly. But this made him only press his thumb harder against me. I was about to say something as he suddenly rubbed his thumb at my clit. I moaned out at his fast movements, not able to form words. Nearly a moment before I thought I would reach a high he stopped and took a long, slow lick against my entrance and clit. I catch breath barely. „I promised you, you will pay for that sooner or later“ he admitted with a grin. „Sure“ I breathed out while I let my head fell back. But in the next moment he parted my folds again and licked along them. A moan escaped my throat. His licks got shorter with every moment. My hand traveled down and grabbed a handful of Sirius dark hair. The heat in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. But every time I was about to get over the high, Sirius stopped his doing and found something new to tease me with. Now without warning he slides his middlefinger into me. I moaned out his name, as he continued licking while his finger started bumping into me. He added a second finger which made me whine out even more. „You’re so tight as always“ he mumbled soft against me while he circled his fingers inside me.

„You think you can handle me already, love?“ he asked after a few more thrusts. I nodded, as he looked up to meet my eyes. I pulled his face up to mine for a kiss. The softness from his lips calmed my body down. I fiddled on his trousers until I pulled them and his boxers down. Slowly I tangled my fingers around his chock. While he started moaning into the kiss. After a few movements of mine, he broke the connection of our lips to take a deep breath. I smiled soft as I admired him while he moaned out my name. „Already showing me what your beautiful hands can do for me...“ he announced whispering. As I got a bit faster his breathing got shorter. But the moment before he could reach his high, he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to his lips. Only to place a kiss to the back of my hand. Now he hunched over me, his face millimeters away from mine. Then his tip stroke against my entrance as he locked eyes with me. I whined out, the moment he gently bumped his first thrust into me, while he moaned a slow and raspy „fuck“. His rhythm became faster as the moans got louder. Sirius‘ hand traveled down my body until he reached my clit. I whined out as he began circling around it. I reached every few seconds a new high. Quickly his circles against my clit became rubs. Together with his thrusts, I was about to drove crazy. I arched my back while I felt the heat in my stomach grew overwhelming. „Sirius“ I whimpered „I- I‘m…“. „Shht it’s okay love“ he whispered in my ear „Come for me. Come all over me“. His words gave me the final push. I felt the heat floating through my whole body and my legs started trembling a bit. My mid clinched around him. Which made Sirius moan out my name while he sat his final thrust. His chest now sinking into mine and his face buried into the crock of my neck. His arms tangled around me, pulling me closer. While my hands placed in his hair, softly stroking through it. I closed my eyes enjoying while I catched breath again. His sweet scent all around me.

After a few moments Sirius rolled over to his back and pulled me with him. Now my head rested on his chest. With my eyes closed again I relished his calm breathing and his fingers which played with my hair. „Y/n?“ he softly asked. „Mhm?“ I hummed nearly half asleep. He chuckled slightly at my response. „I really love you“ Sirius admitted „I hope you know that“. I smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. „I know... and I love you even more, better keep that in mind“ I whispered.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined. Part 2

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You had been Regulus’ friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

Song in Chapter: King of Wishful Thinking by Go West

Link to Part 1

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I'll get over you, I know I will. I'll pretend my ship's not sinking and I'll tell myself I'm over you. 'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.

Your eyes snapped open as the song on the radio began to register in your sleep-deprived mind. Groaning, you sat up and threw a shoe at the radio knocking it off of your chest of drawers. Anything about being “the queen of wishful thinking” made you want to barf.

It had been several weeks since the night at the pub and you were no closer to getting over Regulus than you were on day one. Every day seemed to be the same, emotionally. You would wake up, cry a little, get mad at yourself for being sad (because you were right and he was wrong), then get up and force yourself to put on a happy face.

Regulus wasn’t helping any matters by sending you letters every single day. He had sent you the emerald bracelet that you returned several times before you finally gave up and just kept it. When it came to the letters, you just gave them to Sirius to do whatever he wanted with them.

Sirius

You were more thankful than ever for your friendship with the elder Black brother. He was always a willing ear when you needed to rant. Sirius also took extra care to not tell Remus anything about the true nature of your relationship with Regulus. For all that Remus knew, in your mind, was your friendship with Regulus had ended and you were being a royal grouch about it.

Sighing, your mind went to the previous night when you were once again raging about Regulus to Sirius.

“I’m a real idiot, Sirius. I go around throwing away perfectly good boyfriends. Well, I don’t know if he considered himself my boyfriend but god damn it…Regulus is such a freaking jerk!”

Sirius sat on the couch watching.

“You’re still wearing his ring.”

You looked down at your hand. The ring that Regulus had given you years ago was still sitting proudly on your finger.

“I know that I am! I am a mess, Sirius. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. All I want to do is cry. You know me, I’m not a crier! I can handle a crisis!”

Sirius smirked.

“A trait that you share with your brother so well…look, love, just because you love him doesn’t mean he’s good for you…hey look at me being the responsible one. Normally that’s your brother's job”

You groaned dramatically before sitting down.

“I know you are right but I don’t want to accept it. I am having a shit time at just throwing away a ten-year friendship and slight love affair. Why wasn’t I good enough for Regulus to fight for? Why couldn’t he say no to your family’s psycho ways and fight for me? Am I not…”

Sirius held a hand up.

“I’m just going to stop you right there, Y/n. You are more than good enough! You have always been good enough! Personally, I think that you are too good for the bum. Now come with me, we are going to do something. I want no complaining.”

You reluctantly followed Sirius into your bedroom. He led you to your full-sized mirror and put you in front of it.

“Now I want you to stand here, look at yourself, and tell me some of your best qualities.”

You gave your friend a frown only to earn a slap to the behind.

“I’m your best friend. I can do that…now get going, sugar bean.”

You sighed and looked at your reflection for a moment before meeting Sirius’ waiting eyes.

“I’m smart. I’m a good friend. I’ll fight for those I care about no matter the cost. I have a giving heart…I may be a sass queen…”

Sirius snorted.

“May be?”

You chuckled before turning around and hugging Sirius.

‘“Thank you, Sirius.”

Getting out of bed, you felt somewhat better. While Sirius could drive you crazy, he also knew how to make you feel a lot better.

He really does remind me of Regulus.

A truer thought couldn’t have been said about that one. Whether they argued and swore that they were totally different. Regulus and Sirius’ friendship styles were extremely similar. Standing in you in front of the mirror and making you list off good qualities about yourself was definitely something that Regulus would have done.

Stepping into the shower, you sighed in relief as the hot water washed over your aching muscles. In addition to your poor state of mental health, you had been pulling extra duties for The Order. This meant nightly patrols, tons of research, and spying on unsuspecting death eaters with Sirius and Remus.

“Hi sugar, I know that you miss me.”

You froze. This had been the first time that you had heard Regulus’ voice in your mind. Legilimency. Of course, Regulus could do this. You internally smacked yourself in the head as you “chose” to ignore him.

“Oh, you’re still not talking to me, huh? That’s too bad. I miss you, princess. Do you really expect me to go from spending every day with you for ten years to nothing so easily? I miss everything about you.”

You closed your eyes. Even though you were quite good at Occlumency, you made no move to push Regulus from your mind. Maybe you were asking for what you were getting. Maybe you were being weak…but damn it was wonderful to hear Regulus’ voice in your mind.

“Still nothing? Y/n, you really are being so stubborn. Maybe you should know what I miss. I miss seeing your beautiful face underneath me. How beautiful you look after I kiss your lips until they’re swollen and your cheeks are flushed bright pink. I miss how desperate you get when I suck on those dusty nipples. I miss how you move under me. You can’t tell me, love, that you don’t miss how your pussy trembles when I’m pushing in. Don’t forget, sweetheart, that it was I that showed you how to please a man. Now, that I know you are wet, how about a word? Anything…tell me where you are and I’ll come to you. We can fix all of these nasty little issues that we are having and get back to us…the real us.”

You bit your lip at “the real us.” Regulus didn’t remember what the real “Regulus and Y/n” was. He forgot what your friendship meant. He forgot what actual love was…

Forcing Regulus’ voice from your mind, you quickly turned off the shower.

“I have got to keep him out of my mind.”

You spent the majority of the day trying your best to avoid having your mind fall back to Regulus. Thankfully, there was enough crazy going on at the ministry to keep you busy for hours. The less that Regulus graced your mind the better. You weren’t able to sit around and think about his cocky voice in your head that morning…and how deliciously deep his voice sounded.

Merlin, I am really fucked.

You thought before putting your head down on your desk. Maybe you were more screwed than your realized?

Later that day you were more than happy to meet Remus and Sirius for dinner at a bar. Seeing your friends was just what you needed to “get out of your head.” The moment that you walked into the bar, Sirius motioned you over to the table.

Taking off your jacket, you nearly collapsed at the table. Normally, you would have kissed Remus and Sirius both on the top of their heads. Today, that wasn’t happening. Both men looked slightly offended as you held your hand up.

“Rain check. What a day! I am beat!”

You commented as Remus slid you a glass of fire whiskey. He gave you a small smile. Remus wasn’t a fool. He knew that there was more to your friendship with Regulus ending than what he was being told. Remus wanted nothing more than to question you and then go kill Regulus…but that would get him nowhere. You were depressed enough as it was. If he “offed” Regulus, you would be inconsolable. If Remus was to do anything, it would be to let you tell him in your own time.

What is it with Lupins finding the Blacks so damn interesting?

Remus looked across the table at Sirius who gave him a small smile.

Oh, that…that right there.

Remus added to his thoughts before turning to you.

“Long day?

You nodded.

“We don’t have many short ones any longer. I swear, this war needs to hurry the hell up. I don’t think that I was meant for this being careful thing. I ran into Augustus Rockwood today and had to stop myself from saying you’re next mother fucker.”

Sirius giggled.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t. Y/n, I have to say that Remus and yourself are the sassiest people that I know.”

“Does that assessment include yourself?”

Remus asked, cheekily. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“See what I mean? Sass!”

You leaned back in your chair and took a sip of your whiskey as the lights in the bar went out. Immediately, you reached for your wand as some death eaters walked into the bar.

“Boy, they sure like to make a big entrance.”

You murmured as Remus, Sirius, and yourself dropped to the floor. Remus’ eyes were wide as he turned to you.

“Get out. There is an exit in the back. Sirius and I will take the exit over there. If we all go together it will draw too much attention. If you want to go with Sirius, I’ll go the back way.”

You shook your head. The last thing that you were about to do was let them be separated. Besides, you could handle getting out on your own.

“No, just go. I’ll meet you lot back home.”

You whispered before crawling off toward the back of the pub as people in the bar started screaming. As much as you wanted to go back and fight, you knew it would be stupid. The three of you were outnumbered.

Once in the other room, you moved to stand up but someone grabbed you from behind. You quickly threw your elbow back hitting whoever it was in the ribs. When they made a painful moan, you pulled away enough to get a good look at who it was.

“Going somewhere, sugar?

You froze as Regulus took off his mask. As much as you wanted to stand and stare at him, you couldn’t. Taking out your wand you launched hex after hex at Regulus only for him to repel them away. You wanted him to hurt as much as you were hurting!

“Come on sugar is that the best you’ve got?”

Regulus said, sounding bored. You stopped and glared at him. You wanted Regulus to feel your misery. If there was anything of the man that you cared about in there…you wanted him to see your side.

“I don’t kill things. Unlike you, I don’t hurt people that I care about.”

Regulus chuckled.

“Oh, sugar. You really are mad.”

You picked up an empty bottle and threw it at Regulus. He sighed as it only hit him in the chest.

“Go away, Regulus. If you’re going to kill me then just be a man and do it.”

You snapped. Regulus was about to reply but stopped the moment that he heard Lucius Malfoy’s voice. He stood motionless for a moment before rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t scream. Be silent.”

He hissed before standing his body upright. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for Malfoy to have any idea that he had “company.”

“Black, we need to go. Nothing that we came for is here. It was another piece of bloody useless information.”

You stood wrapped in Regulus’ arms clutching tightly to his death-eater robes as he gently rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Soothing…what is happening here?

You thought before taking a moment and breathing him in. Never in a million years did you think that you would ever be in Regulus’ arms like this again…yet here you were. There you were and he was holding you just as he did before turning away from you.

“I knew it was a waste of time. Go ahead, I’ll be along shortly. There is something else that I need to take care of.”

Regulus replied. He waited until he was positive that Malfoy was gone before letting go of you. When you looked back at your love’s face, he looked ready to panic. His cool calm composure was gone.

“Take the second door and get out of here. Turn into your animagus form the instant you are outside and don’t turn back into a human until you are home. Run and don’t look back…just run.”

“Reg..I…”

He shook his head before pulling you into a kiss. Neither of you moved away from the other for a moment. It was savoring the moment… enjoying the closeness that both of you missed. You sighed as Regulus’ tongue caressed yours. This was the kiss that you missed…the kiss that you longed for in your dreams…

Regulus was the first to pull away.

“Go! Stop wasting time…just please…go.”

You gave him one final look before morphing into your cat animagus form and rushing out the door into the dark silence of the ally way…

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enviedear · 2 years

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my dear ⟶ remus lupin

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which reader tries to spark inspiration for her writing at her friends' vacation home, and remus lupin is trying to do the exact same. PAIRING ⌙ remus x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⌙ 5.1k WARNINGS ⌙ nsfw, eighteen and up only. and i will block you if you're an ageless blog or a minor. respect my boundaries. lowercase intended, mentions of food and eating it, very filthy smut i'm so sorry.

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the dewy and thick morning air almost stifles you as you stare out to the expansive lake just beyond your balcony. the water is murky, matching the gloom around it, but you can see one remus lupin down below on the patio, cigarette clad in his fingers and pen in another. he's sat in deep concentration, papers in front of him and cooling coffee directly beside. you know the look on his face all too well. you're sure he's seen it as much on you as himself.

the face of unmoving thought and well-wishing for something— anything, to spark an idea. his face is marked red from the cold, and his hair is still bedridden. but in a way, he handles having no inspiration far better than you. you, who is sulking in a grand room avoiding her friends' call for breakfast.

"i know it's dreary—" lily had said, and you had interrupted, "—it's a drafty old house in the middle of nowhere."

"it could spark inspiration though! think of all that writing you can do there." james had argued, glasses in his hands, eyes squinted.

you smiled, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach, "fine, i'll go. no arguments on my end.”

the couple had grinned, ear to ear, "we promise you'll fall in love with it— just like we did."

you can say with confidence now, that you have not fallen in love with lily and james' fixer-upper vacation home. there was beauty within it, sure, and you saw how much the two enjoy taking on the project but their love for it is unable to hide the fact that the air is stiff, the paint chipping, and the rooms are reeking of mold.

you slip away from the balcony, drawing one last glance at remus, before slowly making your way into the wallpapered bathroom connected to your room.

there are hundreds of articles of clothing strewn about the tiled floor, but you can't force yourself to pick them up just yet. the bathroom seems to reflect your own mess of a mind. you stare at yourself in the mirror and sigh before washing your face.

the water is lukewarm, despite you wishing for it to be boiling, and as you pat your face dry you hear a loud creak come from beside you.

"sorry— didn't mean to startle you." lily's cool voice calls, eyes scanning the messy bathroom.

you smile, grabbing for your toothbrush, "you're fine lils."

you start brushing your teeth, giving her the opportunity to ambush you with questions she knows you can't answer. "have you started writing yet?"

you shake your head no, watching as she purses her lips, "well james and i were thinking that maybe working on the house may help. a little distraction— or maybe it'll bore you into writing."

you spit into the sink, "don't worry about it lils. i promise that this bout of writer's block has nothing to do with you. if anything, it's my fault."

she hands you a sweater from the floor, "whatever you say. just know that i'm always here if you need anyone to bounce ideas off of," she motions to the expanse of clothing on the ground, "—or help you clean up after yourself."

you laugh, "the cleaning i will get to, sorry."

she shrugs, "we're about to gut it anyway. which reminds me—"

you throw your oversized tee shirt off, slipping the ratty sweater on, "you're throwing me out?"

"no, you'll just have to share with remus for a bit. is that okay?" she asks.

you walk out of the bathroom and to the desk, grabbing a stray pair of jeans with paint splattered on them, "just sharing the bathroom? i get to keep my room?"

you try to avoid the stupid thoughts you have when topic drifts to the man, your friend. you try as much as possible to avoid letting anyone know just how much his name can send you into a state of bliss.

she leans against the wardrobe, "just the bathroom, and just for a week."

you smile, "sounds fine to me, miss landlord," you grab your journal, "come on, time to be functioning members of society."

she toys with her hair, in a long braid, "honestly love, i think you're the only one not functioning right now."

"play nice, lils." your voice is joking.

the redhead giggles, bounding down the steps at a pace you're unwilling to follow. instead, you take your time reaching the kitchen, taking in the dim sunlight shining around you.

when you come into the recently redone and very blue kitchen, your eyes find your friends. most of them are done with breakfast and probably on their second rounds of coffee.

lily has found her place in james' lap, dorcus looks to be eyeing the kettle, marlene etches something onto a tiny canvas while sirius plays with one of her unused brushes, and finally, remus is sifting through piles of papers, unalert to the people around him.

you try to avoid staring at him, at the way his buttoned shirt isn't fully done, exposing just a bit of his chest.

"morning." dorcus grumbles, curly hair in a tight low bun.

you salute her, "you seem quite excited for the day."

as you take a seat, beside remus, he finally seems to notice his surroundings and offers you a small smile.

"i hate the morning." dorcus continues simply.

you hum and reach for a few pancakes, drenching them in lily's homemade blueberry syrup, "at least they're fleeting, dori."

you hear sirius laugh and look at him, "what on earth is funny about that?"

he smirks, "just the things you say. you've got writer written all over you— even in the way you talk."

you roll your eyes, almost able to ignore him, "goodness, what does that mean?"

"he's being rude—" james chides, "—he's really just trying to say that you have a poetic way of speaking."

sirius snorts, "poetic, pretentious. same thing."

this time you stay quiet, opting to eat your pancakes. you do often wonder if you sound pretentious and, sirius, without fail often will joke that you do. you try to come to the conclusion that you're toeing the line.

"sirius stop satirizing bright young women, it's unbecoming." remus mumbles, a soft grin on his lips.

the black haired man groans, but has a sharp smirk on his face, "big words, i hate 'em. god, you writers' are vexatious."

you put your fork down, eyes narrowed, "i dare you to spell that, sirius."

he throws his hands up, "got me there. i really should look more carefully at my word-a-day calendar."

you chuckle and shake your head at him.

"he's got a point though," marlene starts, a familiar smirk on her face, "you two have writer written all over you."

remus cards his fingers through his hair, sitting back farther into his chair and grin playing his lips, "i'm not a writer—"

dorcus interrupts him, finally pouring her tea, "—you're an academic. shove off, it's the same thing. only she writes fiction you write scholarly journals. i will die on this hill."

"but it's not the same thing!" both remus and you exhaust.

marlene laughs, "you're proving our point. you're two peas in a pod. passionate in everything that you do."

you look at remus, who gives you a wink, "they just don't get it, do they?"

you can't help but to smile, "no, they don't."

breakfast continues on, less rambunctious. by the time you've put your plate and mug away the kitchen is empty. quiet, you stare out of the window, pausing your sip from your cup of coffee, and watch as james orders both sirius and remus around the garden.

remus has his signature smile on his face as he shovels into the ground, juxtaposed to sirius who seems to hate the idea of planting rose bushes.

you think, how strange it is for you to watch people so intently. be it the writer within you or just your general way of being, you can't help but notice the ways people navigate through their days.

remus is your favorite, a conclusion you mark up while walking down to the small dock just off the property line. as you study the small waves coming from the lake below you, you think of the small things you've noticed about him that make him, well, him.

there's the plainly obvious, such as his scars and sandy brown hair. but your favorite bits are the ones that have taken you years of friendship to see.

in year four, you finally saw how his lips would curve into a genuine smile whenever you said something to pique his interest. now, it feels as familiar as the brown hue of his eyes. or, you think, when you noticed the way his voice raises when he's about to make a joke.

truthfully there are countless unassuming parts of remus that find a way into your mind. and without much thought, you start writing them down, the beginnings of an expansive list.

— has a penchant for anything the color green

— will laugh if you stare just long enough

— watches his posture, but only if sirius is in the room

— gets wide-eyed whenever someone stumbles

— can't help but to deadpan if he gets bored of a conversation

somehow, without your knowing the list turns into somewhat of a retelling. bits of moments shared with him. years of moments becoming words to a story you had no notion of writing.

you're smiling as you try to remember just exactly it was he had said to make you laugh so hard in sixth year when a whistled tune sounds behind you.

you jolt slightly and look to find the subject of your newfound inspiration.

"remus?" it sounds like a question, even though you hadn't meant for it to.

he smiles, "as far as i'm aware."

you close your journal, "sorry, i'm becoming more easily frightened."

remus crouches beside you, wrapping an arm around you, "well, scaredy cat, i need your help."

you furrow your brows, "with what?"

he chuckles, nose pink from the wind, "fiction."

you quirk your head to the side, "are you attempting to steal my fanbase?"

"just maybe," he jokes, "no, i— i'm working on a study about fiction, and if it provides substance for critical thinking even more so than nonfiction or evidence-backed research papers."

you hum, "sure?"

"sorry that probably sounded like nonsense," he rolls his eyes at his own expense, "all i need from you, my dear, is your mind. would it sound horrible for me to pick through it?"

you grin, leaning into his embrace, "horrible? it sounds lovely, be my guest."

and so the two of you sit, for hours, him asking you an abundance of questions, and you happy to oblige him. when the sun begins to set he sighs, "i've talked your ear off, and i say it's high time we head in for dinner."

you want to tell him, no. that you'd love nothing more than to keep talking with him, but a part of you figures that that sort of reaction is somewhat crazed— so you don't.

"i enjoyed it though," is what you settle on saying instead, "and if it's any consolation, you were my muse today too."

you try to say it as if it's not such a big deal, just a regular occurrence. by the look of remus' face however, it does not seem to go over in that manner.

"what do you mean?" his question is soft.

you shrug, "i wrote today, nothing cohesive, just it was about us, i don't know. it just happened."

"i've never been a muse before," his smile is comforting, "i'd love to read it."

you feel your stomach drop, "oh, no not yet, not until it's finished."

like hell you'd ever let him read countless romanticized memories of himself held dear in your own point of view. it would simply be too telling.

he rises, helping you up with him, "fine by me, my dear."

you take his arm in yours, an awkward smile on your face as you walk back to the house. it's that thing, he's been calling you, you realize. my dear.

something about it has ignited a long-forgotten, or unassuming, fire within you, forcing you to draw up any reason to stay right beside him, following along like a lost puppy.

suddenly you've become so delicately attached to remus. possibly this time around rivaling the stupid childhood crush you thought you rid yourself of. because now, in what feels like mere seconds, you're unable to have any thought other than him.

as you sit beside him at dinner you stare at your journal— it suddenly feels more like a teenager's secret diary. you think you'd die if he ever read it.

in your deep thought, you miss when marlene calls your name, causing sirius to shove you with his elbow, "excuse you."

sirius sticks out his tongue, and motions to marlene, "she made me."

rolling your eyes you focus on marlene, "yes?"

"i wanted to know what you've been writing about. dori and i saw you scribbling away down at the dock." she exhausts, as though the news is pertinent.

you stiffen, "just an outline."

dorcus rolls her eyes, "about what?"

remus answers instead of you, "you know better than to ask a writer what they're working on until it's done, dori."

you thank him with a ginger glance.

dinner passes quickly by, your thoughts lingering still on remus. by the time you're cleaning up after dinner with lily, you're sure that these thoughts are absolutely insane.

"remus looked happy tonight." lily says, handing you a plate to dry.

you side-eye her, "remus always looks happy?"

shrugging she says, "happier than usual. james says it's because of you."

you guffaw, "me? oh please."

"yes, you. what's so unbelievable about that?" her voice is cool.

you smile and roll your eyes, "i see where you're trying to take this."

lily goes quiet for a minute before whispering, "i see the way he looks at you."

you glance at her, setting your rag down gently, "he's my friend."

her green eyes dart around the room before she steps closer to you, "yes, he's your friend— who is absolutely in love with you. have you noticed how genuinely he takes whatever you're saying or doing in? merlin, y/n, he's worse than james was with me."

you sigh, "i don't seem to remember a time that remus declared his love for me in the middle of a quidditch match?"

she frowns, face annoyed, "oh, you know what i mean. he may not be as loud about it as, some, but i know he feels it. i have a way of knowing these things, you know? and i can see it on you too, you like him."

dishes now long forgotten, you huff, "lily listen, i adore that man. i would know if he felt the same. believe me. he sees me as his friend."

the redhead is about to argue back when james and remus enter the kitchen, loudly carrying on a conversation.

james looks the both of you over, a curious look on his face, "heavens moony, what have we walked in on?"

remus seems taken aback by your presence, "don't meddle, prongs."

"one out of two are my fianceé, i'll meddle all i want," james says, strutting over to lily and wrapping his arms around her. "what's the gossip, beloved?"

lily laughs awkwardly, eyes scanning the room as she comes up with a lie, "babies, seems as though everyone in our year is pregnant." her eyes land on yours, confused by her own words.

at the confession, and lily's strange look at you, james follows her gaze, making you furrow your brows, "what?"

eyes wide he asks, "you?"

you scoff, mouth agape, "pregnant?"

he nods and you can't help the deep-bellied laugh that comes from you, "fuck no, you dimwit!"

both james and remus seem to breathe a sigh of relief, as lily groans.

"why on earth would you think it was her?" lily asks.

james shrugs, "don't look at me like that— it's the way you said it! right, moony?

"so no one in this room is pregnant?" remus asks, sarcastic.

lily rolls her eyes, "neither of you have any logical thinking skills," she turns her head to you, "and you," she pauses, rethinking her words, "i'm going to bed, and our conversation is far from over."

james turns his head from lily's retreating figure back to you, "what the hell is going on?"

you can't help the smack you give the back of his head, "stop meddling."

"rem? the hell is happening in m'own house?" james questions.

"why would i know, prongs?" he replies, eyes holding a glint of amusement.

james looks deadpan at the both of you before heading out of the kitchen, you assume to find lily.

"babies?" remus asks, causing you to look at him.

you sigh, a stupid grin on your face, "something like that."

he hums, reaching above you and grabbing a box of cookies. he gestures them to you, "want one?"

you smile, nodding.

the two of you down the box together, silently enjoying each other's company. he's wearing his glasses tonight, perhaps from the copious amounts of papers he's been looking over the last several hours.

you think back to what lily had said mere minutes ago, studying remus now for any sign of unsaid affection.

you come up short.

he's towering over you, just a reach away, and you want nothing more than to take his hands in your own.

"do you think you'll finish what you're writing while you're here?" you say, trying to drill the thought of affection out of your head.

remus shrugs, "possibly. i haven't had the easiest time sending things to my publisher recently," he inches closer to you, "i'm sure you understand, the curse of a writer— never thinking what you're working on is quite done yet."

you look up at him, aware of the way his arms are now trapping you under him, "i think we hold ourselves up to an impossible standard."

he hums, a smile on his lips, "yes, because when it happens, we want it to be perfect."

you can't help but stare at him. you want to kiss him, really kiss him. you want to pull him close and leave his lips red.

you can't seem to work up the courage.

there's an inflection in your voice, "that seems to be the trouble of perfectionists."

he nods in agreement, eyes scanning yours, "c'mere."

you furrow your brows, but let his hand find your own. he pulls you close to him, now tightly bound to him.

there's a pause from him, followed by his free hand finding your cheek, "tell me what you wrote about today, my dear."

your body feels like it's on fire, "i already told you."

he smirks, "only the general idea, that it had to do with me, or, us. what exactly about us?"

god, you really want to kiss him now.

"you, my best memories of you." you answer, holding tighter to his hand.

he chuckles, "that's sweet," he closes his eyes, "can i tell you a secret?"

you study his face, the redness of his cheeks, "yes."

his eyes open, and they hold a distinct softness, "i really want to kiss you."

you lean closer, a stupid smile on your face, "please."

and so he does. he places a small peck on your lips, drawing away for just a second before going back with more confidence. his hand leaves your cheek, finding a new home on your hip. he pulls you even closer.

"i've wanted to do this for so long," he breathes, pulling away.

you pull him back, "then don't stop."

he chuckles, "i'd kiss you until i couldn't breathe, my dear. but i'm afraid we're about to be walked in on."

with that, he's back away from you, box of cookies in hand and a smug look on his face.

it's sirius that walks through the kitchen door just seconds later, seemingly surprised by you and remus' presence.

"evening, writers." his voice is playful.

you give him a side eye, "sirius."

he purses his lips, "what's got you particularly glum?" he looks to remus, "and what's with your shit-eating grin?"

you steal a look at remus, who, has rosy cheeks to match his lips pulled together with a vibrant smirk, "goodnight."

you don't miss the inquisitive look sirius gives you as you walk out the door, but you'd rather run away and hide before he figured out what you and remus were up to.

you're quick to remember, however, your new bathroom arrangement. so despite your nerves, you slip into remus' room.

it's neat, put together in a way you're sure you could never obtain, and the bathroom looks equally as neat.

sighing, you hop into the shower. his water seems much hotter than your own, despite probably sharing the same water heater. you study his shampoo bottle, reading far too many long muggle words you've never heard of before. you take your time, letting the water relax you until you're reminiscent of a prune.

stepping out of the shower, you wipe the fog away from the mirror and stare at yourself. there's no more trace of remus' kiss— just the thought of it. and as you stand alone in his bathroom, towel draped around you, you question if it ever truly happened.

as you replay it in your mind, a soft knock comes from the door.

"it's me." remus alerts.

you scrunch your face, hating yourself for not thinking that you'd have to see him to leave the bathroom.

"i'm almost done, sorry." you call back.

you hear him chuckle, "you're fine, take your time. could i— come in?"

you nod your head, forgetting he can't see you. so when you open the door, he seems taken aback.

you stare up at him, "hi."

he smiles, "hello, my dear."

you're unsure of what to say, "what did you need?"

remus looks to be taking the scene in front of him in, "you," his hands find a home on your hips, "if that's alright with you?"

you nod, eyes fixated on his. with your permission, he lets his lips find yours for the second time tonight. and this time, he pulls you into an even bigger state of bliss.

his hands work from your hips down to your ass, groping through the thin towel. you make desperate pulls at his hair, liking the way it causes him to groan into your mouth.

when you pull away to leave sloppy kisses on his neck he chuckles, "you're going to be the death of me."

the words leave you achy and you can't help but to stifle a moan, "god, remus."

the way you call out his name is unfamiliar, so far off from how it usually sounds. you can tell it shocks him much more than it does you, however, as he groans, "it's criminal for my name to sound so good coming from your lips, my dear."

without a warning, he lifts you up onto the bathroom counter, finding his way between your legs. you sigh at the feeling of him between your heat. he makes a slow grind against you, and in the moment, you're sure you might let go right there.

his hand pulls your face up, forcing you to look at him, "you're a walking nightmare, you know?"

you don't respond, your own hands much more worried with undoing his trousers. you don't miss the way his head falls back at your touch.

he continues, breathy, "you're far too beautiful and it's caused me a great deal of trouble to hide it for so long."

you stare up at him, unabashedly taking him in, "please."

your voice sounds like a beg, you can't help it. you want him to touch you. you're sure you want all that he has to offer you. you want him.

there's a smirk on his face as he looks at you, before slipping off his button-down shirt and ridding himself of his trousers and boxers, you gasp at the newfound lack of fabric between you, head spinning.

he leans into you, leaving kisses down your neck to your collarbone, "'wanna make you feel good."

his free hand is making a painfully slow way to your core. you're about to beg for something, anything, when you feel him start to circle your clit.

you breathe out an, "oh, remus," and that seems to be the praise he was searching for. his movements stay slow but they do have enough power to make you begin to leave his fingers wet.

"what a pretty little mess i'm making you," he whispers, slipping a digit into you.

you're now fully blind with ecstasy, looking for more and more friction and calling his name repeatedly. your head is thrown back and all you can possibly think about is how much you want him buried inside of you.

you let your hand fall from his chest down to his abdomen, teasingly drooping lower and lower until you hear him let out a deep groan. you take him into your hand, movements slow.

his head falls limp into the crook of your neck, "fuck."

you enjoy your newfound control, taking your time to work him up.

he kisses behind your ear before whispering, "c'mere."

his hands are back on your hips, your towel now a heap on the ground, and pulls you closer to him. you hum at the feeling of his head at your entrance.

his lips are back to yours now, kissing you with an intense passion, inching further and further into you. he's stretching you out slowly, causing copious amounts of moans and shakey breaths to tumble out of your mouth.

"remus, i—" your words crumble at the sensation of him rutting into you fully, followed by a deep groan from him, "good girl, taking me so well." he soothes, slowly rocking into you.

with his words of praise, you take hold of his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his pace picks up.

he feels of heaven, you surmise. with his rough kisses to your neck, jaw, and lips. he's all consuming and you can't seem to get enough.

at the feeling of him leaving you, you huff, only bearly able to contain your disappointment. you look up at him through your lashes, brain rotted with filthy thoughts, purely wanting him.

he chuckles, "don't whine, my dear. it's unbecoming."

he was playing a game now, testing you and teasing you. you enjoyed it, you enjoyed anything that came out of his mouth.

you pout, "come back."

his arms wrap around you, placing your feet back on the ground. you're thankful for his assistance, as you're not sure your now weak legs could withhold your own weight.

wordlessly he spins you around, arms hugging you from behind and a hand holding your face up so you can see the very sinful act you're partaking in.

"wan'you to watch, dear. can you do that for me?" his voice is barely above a whisper, but it rings loud in your ears.

you nod, biting your lip, anticipating.

he pushes into you, slow, taking time to watch your face contort and lips spew countless obscenities, "mhm that's a good girl. y'look so pretty, don't you?"

you can't respond, far too focused on the way he's pounding into you, quite animalistic now. his arms keep you close to him, never breaking the intimacy of the act.

your vision is hazy now, hard for you to see, but you can hear him. you hear the sound of him against you, the words and groans coming out of his mouth.

he must notice your far-off demeanor as he says, "let go, dove. wanna feel you let go."

he's relentless, fucking into you until you see stars, gritting out praises, and nipping at your neck. you're so close, and by the time you can sew the words together you interrupt them with your own moans of pleasure.

remus groans in your ear, picking up pace, "fucking good little girl, coming for me when i ask."

you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy and his head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut. truly it's a sight to behold. he's close now, fucking you through your own climax.

he takes his bottom lip into his teeth to stifle the sounds threatening to come out of his mouth as he lets go, leaving trails of white liquid down your back.

he's still holding onto you as he comes down, goofy grin on his face. you can't help but smile back.

"i am sorry about getting you dirty again." he breathes, eyes watching your own intently.

"s'ok." you reply, simply, a bit embarrassed at your previous behavior.

he chuckles, "let me clean you up. can you stand?"

you nod, a little unsure if you believe yourself, "i think."

his arms leave you, reaching into the cabinets for a washrag. he wets it, water warm, before removing his trace from you.

you watch him in the mirror, taking in his now messy hair and red lips. you like it when he looks back at you, giving you a wink, "suppose they're right?" he asks, smirk on his lips.

"who?" you ask, voice low.

he hums, wrapping his arms around you again, hugging you close to him, "sirius, marlene— everyone."

you try to understand what he's referring to, "about what?"

"about the way we are, as writers. i think marlene described it as passionate?" he muses, "it's just when she said it it made me think if maybe that's why i could never work up the courage to tell you how much i wanted you."

you smile, "because you wanted it to be perfect?"

he leaves a kiss to your jaw, "my metaphor didn't fall on deaf ears, hm?"

you giggle, "maybe they're right, yes. i assume it's only sensible that we'd be so hardheaded for so long all in the name of passion."

"mhm, well whatever it was, i'm glad we've overcome," he turns you to face him again, "because i am so tired of acting like i'm not in awe of you. every single bit of you."

his words seem to glaze you over, bringing to stupid smile to your face, "me too."

he kisses your temple, "spend the night?"

you hum, in agreement, and let him scoop you up before laying you down softly in his bed. you recognize the smell of gardenia and cedar, the scent of his colgne.

he slips into bed beside you, pulling you close to him again. you can feel his heartbeat against your back and the way his fingers are drawing circles on your hip.

"remus?" you ask.

"yes?"

you smile, although he can't see it, "i love every part of you."

"enlighten me, my dear." his words tickle your ear.

"it was you, every bit of you, that got me writing again. i couldn't seem to think of anything more interesting or beautiful than you and everything about you." you confess.

you feel him smile against you, "can i tell you a secret?"

"yes."

"i'm in love with you." he says it as if it's already known. the confession causing you to turn to him, hands finding his, "god, remus, me too."

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tragicromanceftus · 2 years

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james potter is a gym rat. he never misses a leg day cause look at those toned calves.

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remuslovebot · 11 months

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the marauders daring debut | a rock band au

so i am completely OBSESSED with this idea!! the marauders as a rock band would be perfect and i might make some x reader fics for it but in the same universe.

PLS SEND ME REQUESTS 😤🥺

- guitarist! james potter x reader or bassist! james x reader

- drummer! sirius black x reader

- lead singer! remus lupin x reader

i already have playlists and the link for them will be here.

pls send me requests! i will do full length, drabbles, etc.

also im fine with NSFW but minors dni!! and please be 18+

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mischievovstar · 1 year

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can you see james like i do? I'm obsessed

@/140pit on twt

#ruds' talks #marauders #james potter fanfiction #the marauders headcanon #james potter x reader #sirius black #james potter #the marauders era #young remus lupin #young sirius black #young james potter #james potter imagine #james x reader #james potter smut #james potter one shot #james potter fic #james potter angst #james potter fluff

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petitemistletoe · 4 months

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rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?

Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes

Word Count: 1.9K+

A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)

… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep.

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home.

He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too.

Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly.

“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles.

“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff.

“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”

“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned.

“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were.

“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated.

“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call.

Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him.

“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street.

“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that.

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

He buried his face between your tits and groaned,

“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”

“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse.

“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”

You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving.

“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff.

He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it.

“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”

“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom.

“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.

“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”

“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.

“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.

“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.

“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes.

“Am I starting to bore you baby?”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.

“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly.

“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.

“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.

“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”

“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.

“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.

“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.

“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.

“Why’d you always lie?”

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”

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Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother pt2

Took me forever but here it finally is part 2 to The Older brother

Part 1

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Warnings: unwanted contact, violence, punching, cursing, dirty talk, smut, creampie, 69, cum eating, penetration (p in v), sub/dom(kind of), face fucking, oral (m& f), roughish sex. Not proof read (got lazy)

Word Count: 2K

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You and Sirius had gone your separate ways, each of you trying to pretend that everything was fine. You were failing. Rather miserably in fact. You kept tugging at the hem of your dress anxiously. You’d been the one who started it but Sirius seemed to have a larger effect on you then you expected. Your thighs rub together in desperation for some sort of relief. You glance at the clock in the corner of the room. The one that had magically appeared the second Sirius had whispered in your ears. The room of requirements truly was wonderful.

You watched the clock hands move slowly. Had a minute always taken this long to pass or were you just so desperate that time had started to feel like it had slowed down. You made your way back to the drink table grabbing a shot of firewhiskey and throwing it down your throat. You glanced around the room, eyes searching for Sirius. Instead of catching sight of the black haired boy your eyes meet those of a slytherin one you recognized. He was Reggie's friend no doubt but you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. Apparently your unyielding gaze had been interpreted as interest causing the boy to make his way to you.

“Bloody hell.”

You cursed yourself for your lingering gaze. Now you would have to deal with a couple minutes of awkward conversation and quite possibly a strong rejection. You raised your head when you heard your name slip from the boy's lips giving him a small smile.

“How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“I’m doing alright and you?”

What was his name? It’s on the tip of your tongue yet you can’t seem to remember. The brunette slytherin seems to realize your lack of recognition, letting out a laugh.

“You have no idea who I am , do you?”

“No…sorry.”

“It’s alright. Give me a chance to remind you.”

He moves closer to you, his hands finding your waist, his breath fanning over your face as he moves closer to yours. It’s in that moment that it hits you who this is.

“Barty.”

Despite your lips moving to form Barty's name it’s not your voice that calls it out. You turn towards the familiar sound of Sirius' voice, your body relaxing at the sight of him.

“What do you want Black?”

“What are you doing?”

“What's it to you?”

“Listen mate, I like fun as much as the next guy but the lady doesn't seem to be enjoying herself. Let her go will you.”

Barty let out a drunken laugh, allowing you to smell the whiskey in his breath. You flinch away from him, trying to get away but his hands grip onto you harder. Sirius watches you squirm his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’m gonna ask one more time. Let her go.”

“Or what? What are you gonna-”

Before he could even finish speaking your first made contact with his face, causing him to release you as he stumbled backwards. Barty put his hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

“You bitch!”

Sirius' shoulders tensed at the boy's words, preparing himself to knock his lights out but he didn’t need to. The second Barty called you a bitch you've reached for your wand pulling it out in a flash and yelling “Petrificus Totalus”. Barty froze in place his eyes following you as moved closer to him so that your lips were near his ear.

“Pull a stunt like that one more time Crouch and freezing you won’t be the worst thing I come up with.”

You turned around flipping Barty the finger as you made your way to Sirius. The older boy grinned at you.

“That was-”

“Impressive?”

“Hot.”

You swallowed dry at Sirius flirty tone, images of your closet randevu flashing in your mind. You grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd towards the door. You could hear someone call your name but you didn’t care. There was only one thing on your mind and you needed to get away from everyone before your desire got to you.

The second you made it into Sirius dorm your hand was on him. You had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from but you weren’t complaining. And neither was Sirius. He’d never admit it to anyone but seeing someone take charge in the bedroom made him incredibly horny. Sirius hadn’t managed to get a single word out since you entered his dorm, far too busy jamming his tongue into your mouth to be able to speak. It was only when you sank to your knees in front of him that he muttered out a breathy “Oh Merlin”. He watched you struggle against his jean buttons, cursing the chains he wore on the belt loops every time they clinked against your rings. It was cute how hot and bothered you were. Sirius enjoyed seeing you like this. It was a lot different than you normally act: always shy and quiet. And now here you were, glancing up at Sirius with the most lustful eyes as you stuffed your palm down his pants.

“Who are you?”

“Anyone you want me to be, baby.”

“Fuck-oh bloody hell love.”

“Gee Siri haven’t even touched you properly and you're already whimpering for me.”

Sirius groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward. You smiled at him, pulling your hands out from his pants so you could take them off. Before you got to free Sirius dick his hand latched onto your wrist. You turn your head to the side as you look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing love, it’s just….”

Sirius stopped for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Was he really about to ask you this? He feared you’d be weirded out by his desires, it being your first time together and all. But the way you were looking up at him with lustful eyes as you rubbed your thighs together for some friction made him forget his fears.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can after i’m done i’ll let-”

“At the same time.”

“Sorry what?”

“Gonna make me spell it out hum?”

Sirius let out a laugh, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Once he opened them again the playful demeanor was gone, replaced by complete and utter lust.

“I wanna fuck you with my tongue while you choke on my cock. Got it love?”

You nodded at Sirius, mouth parting slightly as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“Well? Are you down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sirius pulled you up by the chin, his hands moving to remove your dress in deseparation as his lips moved against yours. The two of you tugged at each other's clothes, removing everything that would get in the way of your fun. Once you were both satisfied you broke apart the kiss, each observing the other's body for a moment. You never get over the sight before you. Sirius Black, Hogwarts notorious flirt, completely bare before you. Your eyes skimmed over his pale skin, eyes falling on the small burn scars littered here and there. You didn’t need to ask what they were. Reggie had told you enough about his family for you to know who was responsible for Sirius' scars. Sirius eyes moved over your bare body, his gaze conturing the beauty of your curves. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful inside and out. You moved slowly towards him, your lips finding a scar near his collarbone and placing a kiss on it. Sirius hands found their way to your hips, squeezing softly.

“You are so pretty.”

“So are you Siri.”

“I know.”

You swatted at Sirius shoulders as you laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I meant it, you idiot.”

“Me too princess. And now I'm gonna prove it to you.”

Sirius walked over to the bed, laying down comfortably before motioning his finger in your direction.

“Come take a seat darling.”

You did as he asked, moving towards the bed. Once you got close enough you climbed onto the mattress, placing your thighs on either side of Sirius face. He latched his hands onto your legs, pulling your pussy flush against his nose.

“Sirius-oh-merlin.”

“Haven't even started and you’re already moaning my name.”

“Shut it you cocky bastard.”

“Cocky’s right. Bastard ah not so much.”

You moved your hand over Sirius dick , stroking it a bit before sinking it into your mouth. Sirius could cum right now, the feeling of your warm mouth on his dick and the feeling of your pussy rutting against his nose making him feel like he’d died and go to heaven. But the night was still young and he planed on lasting more than a fucking teenager. Not that you were gonna make it easy for him.

It wasn’t like you were having an easy time either. Each time you gave Siri a good suck his face lifted a bit causing his nose to bump into your clit. After a while of sucking you moved your hand to fondle Sirius' balls making him cum in a matter of seconds. You followed close after, your hands digging into Sirius thighs as you covered his face in your juices. Despite the soreness in your thighs you managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Sirius face. You laid next to him as you both tried to catch your breaths. Sirius' arm found its way around your body tugging you into his chest. You nuzzled into him sighing happily.

“That good hum?”

“Been a while since i came like that.”

“Seems like you’ve been with some mediocre lads.”

“Yeah I guess. Most boys only care about their own pleasure.”

“Yeah, only real men know how to treat a woman.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you are, Siri, a man?”

Sirius passed a finger across his face collecting your juices and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. You watched with wonder as the older boy sucked his fingers clean.

“Well I'm the one who's got your cum all over my face aren’t I?”

You give him a cheeky smile, nibbling on the inside of your check as you lean to whisper into his ear.

“Want me to cum somewhere else?”

You reached down to Sirius semi hard cock, fingers skimming over it teasingly.

“Careful kitten, that's a dangerous game you're playing.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could blink Sirius pulled you under him, his arms caging you. You moaned as Sirius hand found its way between your legs sticking two digits inside your pussy with ease.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Ah Siri!”

“That's it baby. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.”

You clenched around Siris fingers at his words, making him smirk.

“That's what you want right? Want me to fuck you good?”

“Please Siri, I want it so bad.”

“Okay baby, I'll give it to you. But only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“I promise.”

Sirius sank into your cunt, your walls sucking his dick in with ease. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, you're warm.”

“Ah fuck-Siri-you’re so big.”

He’d been told that before but for some reason hearing those words come out of your mouth turned some sort of animalistic instinct in him. Sirius started moving against you, his speed picking up with each moan you let out. The wet sound of your pussy filled the room. Sirius was sure that when the boys came back the dorm would still reek of sex but he didn’t give a shit. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was blow his load. Into your perfect pussy to be exact.

“I’m close- ah uh- need to pull out soon.”

“Don-Ah ughhh-don’t….spell-fuck Siri!-i’ll use the spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah yeah cum inside.”

Sirius seed filled your cunt as he reached his orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening as you gushed over his dick making him let out a guttural moan. He sagged into your body, his lips finding your collarbone as you came down from your high. Sirius doubted that this would be the last round. In fact if it was up to him he’d never let you out of his bed. Funnily enough you felt the same way.

Who would have thought falling for your best friend's brother would land you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

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