Warning: This is my first smut, which means this is innaproppiate and there's a possibility it is also cringe. It's nothing too hardcore, just some kissing, oral (f!receiving), and sex but it's safe. I'll put a warning before things get too steamy though, so don't worry.
Reader's discretion is advised and constructive criticism is welcomed! P.S.: I haven't proofread this and I wrote it at like 3 am so pls forgive any mistakes, I'll correct them when I start editing :D
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"Pretty shocking, huh?" You told a drunk Sirius as you carried him to your shared room. His arm was around your shoulders and he was leaning his body against your own. You knew he was muscular, but you would've never guessed he was this heavy. "I mean, who expected that?"
"Yeah." Was all he said. You could barely understand him, slurred words and all. "Are all of your friends homosexual?"
You shrugged, "I thought Louis was the token straight, but after recent events, I'm not so sure anymore."
"Yeah, all of my friends are gay too." He chuckled, "Well, James is bi but it still counts, right?"
You hummed and concentrated as much as you could to open the door without causing Sirius to fall. When you finally succeded, you helped him sit down on the bed and then retreated into the closet for his pajamas.
"Why did you pull away? You know, when Peter said we weren't dating." He pouted and let himself fall on the mattress. The covers looked and felt fancy, it was like they were hugging him. "I missed your warmth."
"You did?" You chuckled as you grabbed a shirt and some red and black plaid cotton pants. They looked comfy, you had a pair that looked the same. "I'm sorry about that. I just got nervous."
"Nervous? Why nervous?" He turned his whole body to look at your distant silhouette. "It's the truth. I just want to hug you aaaaaall the time."
You exhaled out your nose and sat down on the bed. "Here, sit. I swear, if I ever have to mother you again I will leave your ass right there and then."
Sirius laughed as he began to sit, raising his arms so you could take his shirt off.
"What are you doing?" You threw him his shirt. "You change yourself."
He pouted, "Why? Why can't you undress me?"
"That's-" You gulped, "Let's leave that for another time, okay?"
"Please, please, please, please-" He repeated until you put your hand on his awfully soft lips. After seeing that James used chapstick, you couldn't help but wonder if Sirius did too.
"Okay, fine." You groaned. "You better do the same to me when I'm drunk."
"We don't have to wait until you're drunk." He winked playfully, trying to kiss you.
"Don't. You're drunk." You moved away, "Okay, raise your arms again. And don't try to do anything, okay?"
"Promise." He smiled charmingly and complied with your request.
"Merlin, I'm never going to let you forget this." You mumbled to yourself as you began to take his shirt off. Holy shit, his abdomen felt incredible.
"My eyes are up here, you know?" And like that, he was left completely shirtless. "When did you realize you liked me?"
"Don't remember." Yes, you did. "And you won't remember this in the morning either."
"And that's exactly why you should tell me." He said as you put his shirt on him.
"Stay still or I'll go and return you to Remus and Peter."
"I knew I liked you after you accepted on going out with August." He ranted, "I was just so mad you could go out with someone that- that wasn't me. I got so mad. But you know what?"
"What?"
"Even if that was when I realized, I think I liked you for a long time." His grey eyes stared into yours, "Maybe since we were 13."
"That's so specific." You grinned, "And what did 13 year old me do to deserve your affection?"
"Be amazing." He licked his lips, leaning in to kiss you.
"Sirius." You warned, "You know what? Since you're clearly still on your senses, can you undo your belt for me?"
"But it's practice." He whined.
"Idiot." You slapped him softly enough so it wouldn't hurt him.
"Sorry." He smiled sheepishly, unbuckling his belt, taking off his pants, and leaving them on the floor.
"I realized I liked you when we almost kissed by the Black lake. Do you remember?" You said after a moment of silence.
"How could I forget? I wish those first years had taken a few more minutes to get there." He laughed, more to himself than anything.
"Alright, now put this on." You gave him his pants, noticing how he had sobered up. He did as you asked, "Perfect. I'll go change and then we can go to sleep, kay?"
"Mhm. Thank you, really." He got comfortable under the covers, arms around his torso to protect himself from the cold weather.
"It was my pleasure." You said sarcastically and began to walk into the closet. It took you about 1 minute to open your trunk, and another 3 minutes to realize you hadn't brought your pajamas with you. "Shit."
"Is everything okay?" Sirius' voice called out from the bed.
"Yeah, I just-" You sighed, "I didn't bring my pajamas."
"Oh, that's fine. You can grab some of my stuff." He said nonchalantly.
"Kay, thank you." You smiled, "You have a better sense of style than me." No answer. Another 5 minutes to find clothes plain enough to be used as sleepwear.
By the time you got back to the bed, dressed in a 'the Rolling Stones' shirt and some shorts that reached a bit below your knees. You weren't exactly thin and he wasn't very large, so his clothes fit you pretty well, not oversized, not too tight, and loose enough so they were comfortable.
You laid down under the covers next to him, back facing him. There was a comfortable silence in the room, and you could even hear a cricket outside.
"(Y/N)?" He whispered to your ear, "Is it alright if I put my hand here?" You felt his hand trail up your stomach, settling right above your belly button.
You closed your eyes, chest rising up and then going down. "Of course you can." Your voice came out a lot weaker than you intended.
"Good." His voice was raspy, "Thanks."
You didn't answer. You couldn't. Oh, if he wasn't drunk, you would've jumped onto him right in that instant.
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You were the first one to wake up. The sun had just started to rise and the house was really quiet, contrasting greatly with the night before.
You felt Sirius' hand on your abdomen. It hadn't moved one inch during all night, it was the only thing that hadn't moved.
Your position had completely changed, the space between you two had gone from little to completely nonexistent. Your back was on his chest, legs intertwined and hips touching each other. He had his face nuzzled in your neck, hair tickling you.
You allowed yourself to remain in that position with him. His raven messy hair was a sight to behold and you couldn't get enough of the feeling of his body pressed against yours. He was so fucking addictive.
You tried to fall back asleep. You really did. But your body just didn't allow you to.
"Sirius?" You whispered after a good 10 minutes of just enjoying the moment, trying your best not to wake him up. "I need to get up."
"Don't." He responded, voice raspy. "5 more minutes."
"I knew you would say that." You turned around so you could face him. "After all that drinking last night, you're going to have the worst hangover."
"Fine." He groaned and let you go. "But don't take too long."
"Promise." You replied and left the bed, grabbing a pair of slippers and heading downstairs. The house was empty, just like how you had expected.
You were in the middle of taking out the ingredients for pancakes when Remus met you in the kitchen. "Morning." He said, voice just like Sirius'.
"Morning." You greeted, "How are you feeling?"
He had purple eye bags under his eyes, messy hair, and a grimace that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. "Like shit."
"Here, drink this. You'll feel better." You handed him a glass and a pill.
He drank it like he was severely dehydrated and hadn't tasted water in 6 months. "Thanks."
"No problem. You want pancakes?" You smiled, gesturing to the batter sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, why not?" The blonde replied, "Thank you, you're a lifesaver."
Remus was eating his pancakes when Sam and Leo came downstairs. "(Y/N)'s cooking? What's the special occasion?" Leo asked sarcastically, sitting down next to the werewolf.
"My God, did you and Sirius do the deed?" Sam laughed at her own joke.
You gave both of them their pill and a glass filled with water, along with one pancake each. "Keep talking and that's all you two are going to get."
The next one to come down was Regulus, "I thought I smelled pancakes." He smiled.
"How are you feeling?" You asked, just to know if he needed a pill as well.
"Embarrassed." He chuckled. "But other than that, pretty okay I guess."
"Morning everyone!" James came down the stairs, jumping with each step. "How did you all wake up?"
'Tired', 'With a headache', 'Like shit', were some of the responses.
"Geez, why so negative?"
"How are you so cheery?" Regulus asks, "It's like 8 in the morning."
"I'm immune to hangovers," James stated.
"You aren't." Remus rolled his eyes.
"Am." James dropped himself into the couch, "Lily is still asleep."
"Good morning, everyone!" An overly cheery Louis slides down the stairs.
"Morning Louis." You answered, flipping the pancakes and serving the ones that were already done onto a plate.
"(Y/N), the love of my life!" Louis told you dramatically as you gave him a plate with 3 pancakes. They were his favorite food, after all. "Thank you, love."
"Careful." Sirius' jokingly tone surprised both you and your friend. When did he come downstairs? That guy can be sneaky when he wants, you thought as you flipped one pancake, it being perfectly fluffy and on the middle point between cooked and burnt.
"Sorry, I forgot you were taken." Louis pouted and took the pancakes. He went to sit down at the table with everyone else.
"Morning." He said in the same raspy voice as last night, bringing back memories you wanted to suppress. And just as you were about to let it yourself go and smile back at him, you felt his arms sneak around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder.
"Here." You broke free from the hug by turning around and awkwardly handing him his plate with 2 pancakes. "The syrup is on the table."
"Uhm, thanks.." He asked more than said, "I guess."
You two shared not so discrete glances for about 5 minutes until a desperate yell miraculously stopped the awkwardness. Shit, you really had to get yourself together.
"Fire! Fire!" A yelling Peter ran downstairs, almost tripping with his oversized pajama pants.
"What? Fire? Where!" Regulus, panicked, stood up.
You turned around and found the pancakes emanating a black smoke. "Shit, shit! Sorry!" You quickly turned the stove off. "False alarm, everyone! It was just the stove, don't worry."
"What's with the noise?" An annoyed Lily came down the stairs, "Some of us are trying to sleep here."
"You were the only one sleeping," Remus remarked as he took a sip of his world-famous coffee. Where did he get that? No idea, he probably sneaked into the kitchen when you weren't looking.
"Whatever." The redhead huffed, "Ooh, what are you cooking? Smells delicious."
"Why, thank you. I was making pancakes, but ran out of batter." You explained, "Here, take this. I saved these for you."
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"And we're off!" Louis said excitedly as he and everyone else opened the door, ready to leave. The sun was starting to hide behind the mountains, hence the dark sky above you all.
Louis had told all of the people staying in the lake house about the town nearby,
"Are you sure you two don't want to come?" Sam double-checked.
"Yeah, don't worry about us." You smiled, "You guys have fun though."
"If you need anything, call us, kay?" James told Sirius, who rolled his eyes.
"Yes, mom."
The boy with messy hair grinned creepily, "Call me mommy, sweetheart." He softly slapped Sirius' cheek (the one on his face, don't worry) twice.
"Leave the guy alone, Prongs." Remus tried to play off the smile lingering on his lips.
"We're going to be late if we don't leave..." Regulus whined, "And all the stores are going to be closed. I need to buy some stuff."
"Reggie-" The younger black nudged Leo on the ribs, "I mean- Regulus, wants to buy some stuff. So we obviously can't be late, can we?" He said, sarcasm dripping off his words.
"And James and I are going to go watch a play. I heard it's pretty good." Lily said, placing a wool beanie with the Gryffindor colors over her head.
"Alrighty, have a nice night sweetie!" James waved, and you couldn't help but notice the way his tone was sweeter and higher pitched than it had been moments ago.
"Be back in 3 hours, take care!" Leo waved as he closed the door behind him. You could hear them chatting for about 2 more minutes before it all became silent.
Complete and utter silence.
"And then there were two," You muttered.
"So..." Sirius tried to spark up the conversation. You had been acting weird since that morning and anyone that didn't notice was an idiot.
Luckily for you, your not official boyfriend was exactly that: an idiot. "What do you want to do?" He insisted after you didn't answer at his first attempt.
You shrugged, "Do you think they'll take long?"
"Yeah... About 3 hours, like Leo said..?"
"Oh. Right." You all but sighed, "Hey, you know what? I'm pretty tired, after waking up early and everything, I think I'm gonna go take a nap."
"Sure." Sirius smiled in a way that made your heart swell, "Sleep well."
"Thanks," Your stomach tied itself into a knot, mostly because of the guilt. "You too."
And like that, you ran upstairs, cheeks red and sweaty hands. Sirius stayed downstairs for a good 15 minutes, just glancing and pacing around the room without anything in particular to do.
An idea hit him like a truck. He was going to surprise you.
He just hoped not to burn the house. Fingers crossed.
It had taken a lot of rummaging, but he had found everything he needed. Albeit, it was something simple yet beautiful that he knew you would like.
Half an hour later, and everything was ready: things had been carefully colocated so it all looked like the scene of a book. Sirius had even dressed up: he had stolen James' clothes since he couldn't enter his room and had even made an effort to tame his hair.
"Okay, let's do it. Please don't be weird, please don't be weird, please don't be weird..." He repeated over and over again under his breath as he walked up the stairs and into his (and your room).
Your frame was mostly covered by the covers, your messy (Y/H/C) hair sprawled in the soft pillows. With delicate movements, Sirius sat down by your feet, both of them covered by the blanket.
Obviously, you weren't asleep.
You could hear his ragged and nervous breaths, and that simple action put you on edge. Every single noise felt like an alarm at full volume, and it was really, really hard to stay still.
"...(Y/N)?" Sirius whispered after noticing the slight movements on your side of the bed.
"Yes?" You softly replied, voice alert. Truth be told, during the last hour or more, you merely listened to the noise going on downstairs and wondered what was that all about. Damn hormones.
"Are you awake?" His hand moved to set itself on your forearm, causing your heart to do summersaults. It was crazy how a touch that simple made you that... aroused, for a lack of a better word.
"Guess."
Even if you couldn't see him, you were sure he had rolled his eyes. "Very funny. Come, I want to show you something."
You groaned and began to sit up, "Can't you just tell me what is it?"
"Nope." He grabbed your hand and stood up, almost dragging you with him. "I promise you'll like it."
"Okay, fine." You agreed, "Let's go."
You left the comfort of your bed and began to head towards the half-opened door when you finally noticed his attire.
"Why are you dressed like that?" You asked, suddenly nervous again. He looked so good. Mouthwatering, in fact. "Are you taking me out?"
He shrugged mysteriously, "It's a surprise."
"Fine. You get to choose the clothes, then."
"It'll be my pleasure." He retreated into the closet, you following close behind. He rummaged through your clothes, shaking his head every time. "Didn't you pack anything elegant?"
"Well, no. It was supposed to be a small vacation, not a gala."
"Finally!" He exclaimed, "Here. Go put this on, and I'll wait for you downstairs."
"You're being really mysterious and it's making me scared." You narrowed your eyes and grabbed the red dress he was giving you.
"Okay, see you." He pecked your lips and then ran off the room, closing the door behind him. "Weirdo..." You mumbled, a grin taking over you.
Without wasting any more time, you changed into the dress. It was one of your favorites: a dark red. It was tight until it reached your waist, and from there it became a loose skirt that reached mid-thigh. The sleeves were long and provided warmth enough so you wouldn't freeze to death.
"Sir-" You opened the door and finally left the room, a smell of roses hitting you in the face. The lights were turned off and you could barely distinguish the dim light of several candles.
Rose petals created a path down the stairs and into the dining room, where the faint sound of the song 'You don't owe me' by Lesley Gore could be heard.
In the dining room, a round, small table had been set for two. It was small enough so that if you were to reach out, you could touch Sirius even on the opposite end of the table. On the center was a chandelier that gave the entire room a more romantic vibe.
You followed the trail until you were face to face with your lover, "Louis is going to kill you." You laughed.
"He'll understand." Sirius shrugged off and took our a chair for you to sit down. "My lady."
"Did you do all of this in half an hour?"
He hummed and stood up, only to return a few moments after with two glasses, a bottle of wine and two plates with pasta, and a piece of garlic bread. "Only me, myself, and I."
"Why?" You exhaled from your nose as you inspected the meal in front of you.
"Because I wanted to surprise you." He sat down in front of you, "Do you like it?"
"A lot. Thank you," You smiled, just now noticing how your leg was bouncing up and down. "Really."
"You're very welcome." He grinned, showing off his perfect smile. "I hope you like it. It's kind of my first time cooking pasta."
You had just taken your first bite, accompanying it with a side of garlic bread, "Really? I couldn't tell."
"I... Don't know if you're being sarcastic."
"I'm not, promise." You stuck out your pinkie, "Pinkie promise."
He interlaced his pinkie with yours and took a bite out of the pasta. "It's pretty good. I wasn't expecting that."
You nodded in agreement and the room went quiet. For Sirius, it wasn't really awkward but for you, you were sweating. Your brain hurried you to eat faster so you could get dinner over with.
Just as you were taking the last bite, your brain started to think about... other things.
What would you allow to happen this time? This time he wasn't drunk (hence his empty glass), and you still wanted to unbutton his shirt and drop to your knees, and-
"Are you okay?" He interrupted your train of thought with a sigh, setting his cutlery down.
"Yeah, why?" You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously.
"I don't know... You've just been acting kinda weird, I guess." The look on his face showed that he had given up on dinner. His plate was still half-filled with food, which made you feel guilty.
"Sorry about that."
"Wanna talk about it?" His expression was gentle and comforting.
"You'll think it's weird." You chuckled, "I really don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Try me." He smiled and leaned on his forearms; the tips of his fingers were grazing your hand. "If you make me uncomfortable, I'll tell you."
"Promise?" He hummed lowly, much to your relief.
[SUGGESTIVE CONTENT STARTS]
"I- I think I want to touch you." Your voice was sultry and sensual, with a sprinkle of uncertainty. The setting had changed completely and you didn't know whether to feel nervous or excited.
"So, touch me." Not at all the answer you were expecting. His voice was as if he had just been asked what his favorite ice cream flavor was, not that you wanted to fuck his brains out.
Anyone would've thought that after 2 years of being Hogwart's most wanted single, Sirius would've learned how to read body language and indirects.
"No, you don't get it." You grabbed his hand and placed it on the table as you used your forearms as support to lean in. "I don't want to touch you like you're touching me right now."
He licked his lips, "I'm not really understanding you."
"Are you really going to make me say it?" You chuckled and leaned in even closer. Close enough to feel his hot, minty breath on your face.
"Or you could show me, instead." He smirked and finally connected his lips with your own. You immediately kissed him back, cupping his face so you could bring him as close as possible.
Both of you stand up after the kiss gets heated, accidentally knocking a fork off the table. The accident is totally ignored as your back bumps into the counter and his hands move from your face to your waist.
He squeezes your waist and then allows his hands to move further down and they don't stop until they're at the back of your thighs. You take that as a sign to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.
His hands are about to sneak under the skirt of your dress when you break away from the kiss. "Wait, wait. Let's not do this here."
"Bedroom?"
"Definitely."
With you still in his arms, he carries you up the stairs and into your bedroom. Carefully, he closes the door with the back of his feet so even if your friends unexpectedly got back early, they would be able to hear everything that was going on in the room.
When you two get to the bed, he carefully places you down on it. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
You're quick to nod, "More than sure. Please kiss me." His hand grips your waist and after some moments of just kissing him fiercely, he places his knee between your parted thighs and towers over you.
"Shit, you're so hot." He mumbles, more to himself than anything. His knee moves upwards and doesn't stop until it's making contact with your underwear.
You moan and arch your back, just waiting for him to do something. Anything.
"Please..." You beg.
"Please what?" He whispers into your ear as he delivers small kisses to your neck. "Use your words."
You put both hands on his jaw, on opposite sides of his face, and brought him to slam his lips into yours in a passionate kiss.
It was like nothing you two had ever shared: kisses were either soft and romantic or passionate and fierce. This time it was like a mix of both. It felt magical like you two were the only people on earth at that moment.
You didn't care about the outside world, you just wanted to stay there, trapped in that room with him forever.
The sweet sigh that sounds against your lips makes him kiss you harder. The way you squirm in anticipation beneath him makes him press you into the bed more. The quick flash of surprise quickly morphing into sensual desire just makes Sirius want you so much more.
The pressure builds as his cock hardens against you. Your breathing picks up, going from shallow inhales to quick pants as you try to keep up with his lips. You lay beneath him, pliant and eager, hands grasping his waist, going down until they settle on his hips.
"Fuck," He breathes, tone intentionally raspy, knowing it gets you weak in the knees. "I..." You stop short, mind completely going blank as he presses his knee in between your legs just a bit more. The anticipation has your mind going fuzzy, and all you can manage to say is, "Stop teasing."
"Me? Teasing?" He feigns ignorance as he begins to take your dress and underwear off. "I would never."
You roll your eyes and lift your arms so he can speed up his movements. Before you know it, you're completely bare before him, it makes you feel vulnerable, in a way. He drops to his knees without hesitation and with complete confidence.
"Hurry up..." You plead.
"Ask nicely," he grinned playfully.
"Fuck, Sirius, I want you to taste my cunt, please," you rushed irritatedly, though your mood shifted entirely as he leaned in and carefully licked a long stripe right over your folds. He seemed to slow down and press harder on your clit, and you had to bite your lip and force your eyes shut to try not to moan too loudly again.
Even with the way he savored it, it was over all too soon, and you opened your eyes to look down at where he was licking his lips proudly. "You're even more delicious than you look, love."
Under any other circumstances, you would've rolled your eyes answered something back, but now... "Do it again, please," you begged, but this time he wasn't so delicate— he dove right in, still measured overall but hasty by comparison to his movements before, and your hand that wasn't gripping the expensive bedsheets beneath you shot down to tangle into his hair instinctively.
Your thighs began to shake around his face already as he eagerly ate you out, so much so that he had to hold your legs to keep you from closing. You were sure you didn't use to be this sensitive, but then again you weren't sure anybody or anything had assaulted your clit so rigorously before.
It was no wonder, then, that he didn't have to go on too long before you felt pressure building deep in your gut and numbness tingling in your extremities. "W-Wait, shit. I'm gonna— I'll come, oh fuck, I'm coming," you panted, your heels digging into his back as your toes curled and your fingers tugged hard on the dark locks in your palm, "Sirius!"
You were left panting, chest moving up and down. The boy under you raised until he was making eye contact with you. "Did you like it?"
"Mhm. A lot, actually." You brought him close to kiss him once more, tasting yourself in the process.
"Do you have a condom?" You asked him after separating, to which he nodded eagerly. "Great."
Both of you contributed equally to removing whatever clothes he had left and placed the condom over his cock. You two were now in the missionary position, a bit basic but you couldn't care less.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist, pressing him close to you. One of your arms was over your head, while the other was resting on your stomach.
Sirius had his left hand on your side, using it as support, while his right one was on top of your head, fingers interlaced with yours.
"Look, I'm not a virgin but if you want me to do something different, just tell me and I will, okay?" He gave you a peck, "Your pleasure's my priority."
"That just makes me want you more, do you know that?"
He shrugged, a devilish smile on his lips. "I do."
"Good," You reassured not so kindly, "Now just fuck me."
"Okay, but if you're uncomfortable and want to stop, just tell me and-" You shut him up with a kiss, pressing your bare chest to his.
He started to fuck you, both of your moans getting louder and louder with each passing minute. The headboard bumped into the wall behind it, producing noisy and repetitive creaks.
The hand that was previously on your side dropped to your clit, rubbing it in small circles to help bring you over the edge. But there was something missing: wordlessly, you grabbed the hand that was over your head and placed it on your throat.
"What- What are you doing?" Sirius blushed.
"Just do it." You begged, breathing getting heavier as he kept thrusting into you. At first, it was just a light squeeze that then turned into him strategically constricting your breathing.
Huh, looks like he had been with kinky girls before. Hot.
"Fuck- I'm, I'm coming." Your back arched.
"Me- Me too, let's come together." He squeezed your hand, causing you to grin. You both came with a quick spasm and a loud moan. His was so hot it almost made you cum a third time.
[SUGGESTIVE CONTENT ENDS]
Sirius took his time on dropping to bed, never once letting go of your hand. "Wow."
"I know," You panted, pulling the sheets to cover up your naked body. "It was... Amazing."
He nodded, "Agreed." The room was silent for a few more minutes, the only noises that could be heard were a pair of heavy respirations.
That, until he suddenly turned around to face you.
"Hey (Y/N), I know this is sudden and all, but..." He asked suddenly, "Would you be my girlfriend?"
You barely had time to answer as frantic knocks and a panicked voice interrupted your little moment. "(Y/N), Sirius! Come out, fuck!" The words came out rushed and a bit unintelligible, yet you understood the meaning behind them perfectly.
They were here.
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