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preacher’s son!sirius x innocent!reader, part 4
includes: humiliation, corruption, dubcon
The next week at church, Sirius barely glances your way. He spends most of the time talking and laughing with some of the other girls in the congregation, including Lily. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity seeing him so friendly with her, especially compared to his cold shoulder towards you.
You watch them from across the church courtyard with a sinking heart. Sirius seems completely different—lighter, happier, more carefree with her than he ever was with you. He’s leaning in close to whisper something that makes Lily giggle and swat his arm playfully and it almost makes you cry.
Just as you were about to leave, begging yourself not to break down like this, Sirius shows up. He doesn’t bother saying hi when he catches up to you. “You know what? Why don't you come back to the church with us? Lily's having some of the girls over for a little Bible study. It'll be fun.”
“No thanks,” you mumble.
“Come on, don't be shy. It's just a little casual group.” He teases. “Unless... you're not interested in studying with me anymore?”
“…Why do you talk to Lily?” You find yourself asking, halfway regretting it before you even finished the sentence.
“She's fun,” he says casually, like it's obvious. “She doesn't take things so seriously. Plus she's got this whole... vibe. You know?” He doesn't realize how much that hurts, how it makes you feel inadequate.
“Fun how? She’s…” You trail off.
“She's easygoing,” he says bluntly, stepping closer. “Let's just say... she lets me do wayyy more stuff. If you know what I mean.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, clearly enjoying the jealousy he's stirring.
“You’ve… done stuff… with Lily?” You ask, ignoring the way your heart is beating all wrong and the disappointment you feel.
"What can I say?”
You tear your gaze away from him, anchoring it to the floor. “Is she better than me?” You mumble finally, hurt that he’s replacing you.
His expression is almost cruel in its honesty. “You're the same. You and Lily. She just lets me do more.” He shrugs.
You make sure the hallways around you two is empty, devoid of prying eyes when you speak. “Like what?”
“Like…” he thinks for a second, “lets me feel her. Oh, she even let me finger her once."
“O-oh… that doesn’t count either?”
“Of course it doesn't count. It's just a little fun between friends.” His hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “You should try being more like Lily. Loosen up a bit.”
“W-we can… you can do that with me,” you stammer “I-You don’t have to get Lily…”
“Really?” He runs a hand up your side. “You'll let me do all that stuff with you too?” His grin widens when you nod.
He grabs your hand and drags you into the church bathroom, locking the door. He pushes you up against the sink, his hands immediately going to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them through your shirt just like he described minutes prior.
You whimper, ignoring the uncomfortableness bubbling in your chest.
“Mhm...” His hands slip underneath your shirt, sliding up to palm your bare breasts. Sirius can feel you hesitating, but he ignores it. “Let me feel you up down there?”
“B-but that counts?”
"No, it doesn't count," he repeats impatiently, like he's explaining something to a child. He shoves a hand up your skirt, palming you roughly through your panties. “Lily lets me do it all the time. It's just a little fun.”
You don’t dare complain when he turns you around with rough hands, pushing you up against the cold sink, pressing your upper body forward as he brunches your skirt up over your ass.
He pulls your panties aside next, “just like this.”
He pushes one finger inside you carefully, another following right away, making your squirm and tense completely. He feels around your gummy walls for a few seconds before commenting. “You're pretty loose.”
“W-what?” You hiccup, tears welling in your eyes at the sudden intrusion and not-so-careful handling.
“You sound like a whore,” he pushes his fingers deeper, spreading them inside you, as if checking your tightness. “And feel like one too… Are you even a virgin? You feel... used.”
The tears come faster than you expected. “I-I am,” you insist, shuddering.
“Why are you so loose, then?” He smacks your ass, gripping and kneading the flesh. He knows he's being cruel, but he can't help it—he's enjoying seeing you cry and feel insecure. “Lily's tighter than you.”
“I’m sorry,” you whine, half crying because of his cruel words, half from the physical pain and discomfort he’s causing.
“You should be.” He curves his fingers, hitting your spots and making you whimper through your tears. “Maybe I should just go find Lily instead, hm?”
“N-no,” you answer quickly, shaking your head.
Sirius pulls his fingers out of you, making you clench around nothing. “She wouldn’t complain like you do,” he crosses his arms.
“I’m sorry. I’m not complaining,” you insist, staring at him through the dirty mirror in front of you.
Sirius just mumbles, walking out of the bathroom with a sigh.
I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I hope you like this! Also, I don’t really think I have any ideas for this au anymore. Will be more consistent with posting, promise!!!
more of preacher's son!sirius #PLS ...
no need to tell me twice…🫡
DISCLAIMER: this part is necessary for what i have in mind, please bear with me okay? next chapter will be posted immediately after
You were, without a doubt, affected. So much that you skipped church, claiming you were sick. That was last week. This week, you don’t have a good enough excuse, and would rather not listen to your mother rant about how it brings shame on the family when you don’t show up and how she can’t lie to people.
The sermon goes on, but you hear none of it. You’re too busy thinking about what happened—it’s all you thought about all week. You’re supposed to wait until marrige. What happened with Sirius was… something. But he said it doesn’t count if it’s over clothes (even though it was very much not over clothes). And, techincally, no actual sex happened. It’s harmless, right? Surely, it does not count.
You spiral into a mess of thoughts, distracted as you walk out of the church along with everyone else as service ends.
"You didn't look so well during mass today. Everything alright?" His voice is concerned, almost innocent. "You feeling sick again?"
“Huh?” You turn towards the voice. “Oh, um—“
“Your mom told me,” he continues casually, greeting to some of his friends that pass by with a nod. “Are you still sick?”
“N-no… I’m all better now.”
“Good.” He smiles softly, almost sweetly. "That's good to hear." He falls into step beside you as you walk. "I was wondering…” He stops. “Would you wanna join me in Bible study?”
“Next Sunday?”
“Right now,” Sirius shrugged.
"Oh, well..."
"C'mon, it'll be fun," he reaches out and trails his hand along your arm.
"O-okay, sure."
In no time, you're settled in one of the back tables of the church’s library. After a few minutes of pretending to read, Sirius’ hand slips down to your thigh. He gropes the flesh, slowly inching up.His hand cups you through your underwear.
“W-What? No, someone will see us, we’re—” you stutter.
"Shh, no one will see. The door is closed."
When you’re still looking at him, uncertain, he pulls his hand away. Then, he pulls you down to your knees forcefully, his pants already unbuttoned. He grabs a fistful of your hair, guiding you towards his crotch.
“Come on,” he prompts impatiently, leg bouncing against the grown.
“I-I don’t think-” Tears well in your eyes and he scoffs at the sight before him. Without another thought, he lets go of your hair and stands up with a huff, leaving you alone in the dusty library to deal with the shame and embarrassment.
next part
Guys omg I’m so sorry about not being active, I have so much school work to do but I promise I’ll try to be more productive and on top of things from now on!!
preacher's son!sirius with a corruption kink x religious!reader... do you see my vision twin? i know you'll cook...
what in the ethel cain…👀 genius though
includes: dubcon!!!, power imbalance, coercion, manipulation, blowjob
Every Sunday, when you attended mass with your family, Orion’s oldest son would manage to snatch your attention all to himself, especially when he stood by his father or held speeches for the younger kids. Handsome, smart, devout… perfect. Sirius Black was perfect.
Today was no different, a typical Sunday—mass followed by a charity event where the volunteer children raised money for the homeless.
As Orion went on with reading the ancient scriptures, you couldn’t help yourself.
Sirius was leaning forward slightly, giving you a perfect view of his profile. His lashes are long, his jaw sharp, his lips... You catch yourself wondering what it would be like to feel them, to kiss someone, to kiss him, only to remember you are in God's house and immediately feel guilty.
Forgive me, Father, for my lustful thoughts.
You hurried out of the church once mass ended, meeting up with your friends and setting up tables and chairs just outside the church. Parents, together with other locals, gathered and soon the yard was full of music and chatter.
“Are you busy?”
Your head snapped around fast, taking in the sight of Sirius behind you. It wasn’t odd for him to talk to you, but it wasn’t exactly common either. A small hi or bye in passing was the most you got from him.
“No,” you answered truthfully, voice weak.
"Could you help me bring extra chairs from the storage room?" His voice is low and smooth. You couldn’t help but nod.
You can hear the distant sounds of the event as you walk inside, but in there, it's quiet and hushed. Sirius pushes open the door to the storage room, revealing small, cramped, space filled with stacks of chairs and cleaning supplies. "After you."
You step inside and immediately the air feels thicker. Sirius follows you in, closing the door behind him. He leans against it, blocking the exit. You begin gathering chairs, but he makes no move to help.
“Are you not going to help?” You bend over to move some empty boxes out of the way.
The second you do, Sirius reaches out, palm pressing flat against your ass. He squeezes firmly, his fingers digging into the muscle as he grins wickedly at the way you tense up. “Mhm, I sure am…”
You straighten up and turn around to face him, horrified and embarrassed. Sirius makes no effort to move his hand.
"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" He steps closer, backing you against a table. His hand slides from your ass to your waist, thumb creeping under the hem of your shirt. "You know it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes anyway? It’s fine..."
“D-doesn’t?” Your voice shakes. He’d know, right? Was he not Orion’s son? If anyone knew what’s good or not, it had to bee Sirius?
He nods slowly, leaning down so his lips brush against your ear. "Nope. I mean, it’s not like I’m actually touching you, right? It’s all just... over clothes." He presses his hips forward, grinding against you.
You squirm back against the hard edge of the table, uncomfortable and suddenly hot all over.
His hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer. He's hard now, you can feel it pressing against your thigh. "Come on... Who's going to know?" His lips find your neck.
He sucks a bruise onto your neck, hands roaming over your body and groping your chest through your shirt. His hips shift against your hip, dry-humping you against the table.
You are left breathing heavily, standing frozen in place as he mouths at your neck. You’re stuck between the sinfulness of the situation and the urge to give in.
Without a word, he tugs on your hand and presses it firmly against his crotch, rubbing it up and down his erection. His hips involuntarily buck against your palm, mouth parting just enough for desperate little whimpers to fall free.
You keep staring at him cluelessly, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. Wrong. So, so wrong this was. But he had to have been feeling good, it was written all over his face.
Then, Sirius is shoving you down to your knees by roughly pushing down on your shoulders. He unbuttons his pants with shaky fingers, pulling out his thick, reddened cock. It bobs in front of your face, leaking something from the tip, you weren’t sure what. "Open." He orders, voice hoarse.
He was desperate, high on arousal. His hand moves fast, jacking himself off inches from your mouth. "Just open your mouth, I won't even put it in, I just need..."
He presses the head of his cock against your lips, smearing precome across them. He's so close to forcing you, he could. His hips jerk forward, searching for friction against something warm and soft. “Please…”
You stare at him in horror, knees burning against the rough and dusty floor. As his cock brushes against your soft lips, they part ever so slightly in shock and that’s all he needs.
With a whiny moan, he presses the head between your lips, pushing past them with forceful urgency. His hands grip your head to keep you in place as he thrusts deep, the entire length of him disappearing into your mouth without warning. Your nose bumps against his pelvis with each thrust, forcing him further down your throat.
You're choking, tears streaming down your face as your hands gripping his thighs involuntarily. You whine and gag around him, sobbing.
He grabs the back of your head and holds you in place as he pushes deeper and stays there, his hot release filling your mouth completely.
As you sob and shake underneath him, Sirius rides out his orgasm, his cock pulsing thick ropes of cum down your throat. He keeps you pinned there for an agonizing minute, forcing you to swallow every drop before he finally pulls out. You're left gasping for air, saliva and cum dripping down your chin.
He tucks himself back into his pants, zipping up carelessly. He reaches out and roughly wipes the mess from your face with his thumb before pushing it back into your mouth for you to swallow.
“No need to cry, you were so good,” he smirks, offering his hand for you to stand up. When you do, he wipes your tears away clumsily. “Now stop it. I told you it doesn’t count, no?”
You nod, sniffling.
“Then stop crying. We don’t want anyone to know.”
i'm absolutely obsessed with ur barty fic please write more when u can i'll give u my soullll 🙈🙏
He eats it before AND after btw
Pulling away from your achy cunt, Barty kisses his way up your body before finally capturing your lips, letting you taste yourself.
His calloused hands roam your thighs urgently, pushing them apart to make space for himself between your legs.
“You good for another?”
“Mhm,” you nod. “I think.”
He clicks his tongue. “Not good enough for me. Yes or no?” He brushes some hair our of your face.
“Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
You smile softly, still coming down from your high when Barty buries himself to the hilt inside you in one slow, careful thrust. He sets a quick pace from the beginning, panting into your neck each time his tip grazed your cervix.
You moan, wrapping your arms tigher around him as your whole body moved with the force of his thrusts. Your nails scratched at his skin, gripped at his hair---anything to relieve the pressure already building in your lower belly.
"Already?" He teased once your cunt started clenching around him repeatedly.
"Fuck off," you whimpered.
Barty's own orgasm followed quickly after yours. You sighed as his warm release filled you up, arching into him. He pulled off of you after a few more shallow thrusts he used to ride out his high.
Just as you were about to turn over and head for the bathroom, a firm hand on your hip stopped you. "What?" You looked at him.
"I'm a gentleman," Barty said, mock offended expression plastered on his face.
"Huh---" Before you have much time to protest, he's lowering his face back to your pussy and laching his mouth to your overstimulated clit.
His name rips from your mouth with a loud moan, one that forces you to clap a hand over your mouth at the volume.
Barty doesn't seem to mind, humming against you as his hands grind your hips into his face eagerly.
Your desperate sounds fill the room in no time. You're writhing and arching into him, holding him close despite the overwhelming sensations.
Barty laps at your clit happily, moaning against your flesh in satsifacion. His hands keep you as still as possible, squeezing any skin he can reach.
You finish embarassingly fast, grinding down on his face with desperate whines of his name.
blurb!!
Sirius is so disgustingly obsessed with pda. Sometimes too much even for you. Especially in the colder months.
You were sitting down in the common room, reading a book while your friends and housemates chatted amongst each other around you. Out of nowhere, there was a wet smooch on your cheek.
“Sirius,” you groan as he keeps peppering obnoxiously loud kisses on your face.
“Well, sue me for loving you,” he sits down beside you and sneaks an arm around your waist.
Soon enough, it’s sneaking beneath your jumper under the excuse of ‘being cold’. You draw the line only once you feel it slip beneath your bra.
“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-shout.
“Relax,” Sirius shrugs. “I’m just cold…” He says innocently, letting his hand rest on your breast and steal its warmth, squeezing it occasionally. “No one’ll notice.”
“Yes they will!” You insist with a huff.
“Only if you keep squirming like that…” He mutters.
Hi love! I adored your James' girlfriend x Sirius fics. Would you be up for writing one where she comes crying after a big fight with James? Sirius comforts her and they have soft, comforting sex with a very gentle and loving Sirius.
Hope it inspires you ✨️
oh yes absolutely i love this
“Oh,” Sirius says, startled. “What’s wrong, baby?” He mumbles quietly, looking out into the hallway to make sure no one saw him pull you into his dorm.
“‘S James,” you sob.
“Yeah? What happened?” He pulls your hands away from your face, cradling your head softly.
"He's such a fucking idiot," you say, voice breaking with the force of your sobs. "God! I don't understand how I deal with him."
"What'd he say?" Sirius' eyebrows furrow even more.
"He's so selfish!" You continue to ramble. "He says I never make time for him alone anymore," you take a deep breath. "And how he feels unloved and blah blah blah. All about him!"
Sirius takes great pride in your answer. He takes a mental note to make a joke about him stealing away all the time meant for your boyfriend once you’re not upset.
"Oh," Sirius sighs, brushing the tears away from your face. "Don't stress around about that, he'll come around," he assures you.
You just groan, looking away as more tears filled your pretty eyes. "And I tried to tell him I love him," you croak, expression faltering, "but all he does is deny it no matter what I do. He's like a damn child sometimes it's so exhausting."
You barely noticed, let alone protested as Sirius sat you down on his bed, shifting your legs into his lap and rubbing both your thigh and knee.
"I'm so sorry," he murmurs sincerely. "I know he can be a bit stubborn sometimes, but this is ridiculous even for James."
"I don't know what to do," you confess, shifting closer to lay your head on his shoulder.
"You'll manage, I'm sure," he kisses your forehead softly.
You force a weak, teary smile as you look at him. "It just stresses me out even more. I can't take it."
"Oh, pretty," he coos. Sirius stares down at your upset form for a brief moment before speaking up again. "Forget about James," he murmurs with a shrug, brushing his lips against yours. “You've got me..."
“Yeah?” You huff out a soft chuckle.
“Mhm,” he nods. “Always.”
“I love you,” you mumble, kissing him softly.
“Love you right back,” he mumbles against your lips.
His hands leave your leg, traveling up your body as he successfully maneuvered you further up on the bed. Once your back settled against the pillows, he crawled on top of you, kissing you softly.
His tongue parts the seam of your lips, gently entering your mouth to tangle with yours.
By now, you've stopped sobbing and your cheeks have dried out some, but you were no less upset.
Sirius lifts your shirt up over your head with practiced ease, pulling away from the kiss only when he has to get it over your head. The piece of cloth is thrown carelessly to the floor.
He pulls away from your lips reluctantly, kissing down your neck and sternum. His lips graze your nipple before sucking on it softly, causing your hands to tighten on his arms.
Had he not been so needy, he would've spent the entire day buried in your chest.
Your shorts come off together with your underwear, joining your shirt a few feet away from the bed.
Your hands slide up to his shoulders and then down his torso, lifting his own shirt up.
Sirius huffs in annoyance at the third interruption of the best kiss of his life, so he pulls away, sitting up straight and undressing himself as quickly as he could manage.
Once fully naked, he dives down for your face yet again, free hand massaging your thigh and coaxing your legs open. He doesn't waste any time, lining himself up with your entrance right away and pushing in with a soft groan.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against your lips, “you feel so good,” he smiles softly. “I missed this,” he confesses.
You can’t help but smile against his mouth.
He starts moving his hips—rolling them nice and slow against yours, all while not pulling away from the kiss.
You swallow each other’s sounds, gasping into each other’s mouths. Your hands wander his body eagerly, feeling the muscle underneath the pale skin.
“That feel good?” He asks softly after he lifts one of your legs up, holding it by his hip to go deeper. Your breathless nod is all he needs.
At one point, he’s to lost in the kiss to even properly fuck you. You’re just lazily grinding against each other—his hips moving in circles while you arch into him, rolling your hips into his.
“That’s so good,” he whimpers, kissing down your neck softly, careful not to leave any marks. God how he hated keeping you a secret.
He suddenly lifts up, holding your hips and pulling you down onto his length softly, making you meet his thrust halfway. His eyes watch as your breasts bounce softly, only spurring him on.
Your hands never let him go, always staying on his arms, seeking closeness.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathes out, looking down at you lovingly. “The prettiest thing I’ve seen.”
“Sirius,” you whimper.
“Yeah you are,” he leans down, kissing you yet again. “My loveliest girl.”
Your hand squeezes his wrist where it holds him, mouth falling open.
“I know,” he coos, “I’m right there.”
You finish with his lips on yours and his hand gripping your jaw firmly, holding your head steady.
He must’ve not been kidding when he said be was right there, because less than a minute later he was rutting into you, whispering into your ear with a shaky voice.
“I love you, I really do. I love you so much.”
would you ever do p links for the marauders? just wondering
I honestly would but I’ve been feeling sick anytime I think about porn lately. I don’t know why but it’s been making me feel disgusting so I’ll probably stick for writing until it passes.
However, once I finally do grow a pair, you best believe they’re coming (no pun intended).
Until then, feel free to request anything you’d wanna see!!! xoxo
Hey beautiful!
I absolutely adore the way you write. I wanted to request a Sirius fic (he's my obsession) with overstimulation
Maybe the reader teases and flirts with him all day long? You can decide the rest, but if you tie her wrists to the headboard I'll love you forever
Kisses!
oh babes you've come to the right person for that, you should've seen my face when i read this—i was like a dog hearing its favorite words
"Why'd we have to go? I was having fun..."
"This is fun to you?" He spat. "Bending over like that in front of everyone? What were you thinking?!"
"What?" You mumble.
Oh how he wished it was the only thing you did 'wrong' today. It started with a skirt too short, then it was the you being needy for no reason—resting your legs in his lap and letting him grope the flesh as you nuzzled his neck. Then it was the running around in a low cut top and squirming in his lap.
"Did you want me to snap?" He tilted his head, leaning down so his face was leveled with yours. "Because it worked," he cupped your jaw, turning your head up. "Get on the bed," he nodded towards it.
You swallow and scramble onto the bed, settling in the middle of it with Sirius following behind you slowly. His hands traveled up to your arms, pushing them up above your head and causing your shirt to ride up. "You wanna tease me? I'll tease you too..."
His hands then move down to your hips, peeling your pants off. "But I don't play fair."
Your frown deepens. You bring your arms down to your sides, leaning on them as you try and sit up to protest.
"Did I say you could move them?" Without another word, he leaned over you, reaching over to the drawer and clumsily pulling out the fuzzy handcuffs.
"No, Sirius—”
"Too late, baby."
Once your hands were tied to the bedpost, he tossed the keys to the floor carelessly. He pushed your legs apart, revealing your underwear and causing you to whimper softly.
"Oh, are you uncomfortable?" Sirius mocked. "Let me fix that for you." He pressed his thumb against you clit through the damp fabric.
He hummed at the moan that drew out of your pouty lips and pulled your underwear down a few seconds later. "Look at that," he mused at your wetness, running his thumb down your folds. "Having so much fun teasing me..."
He pulled away, not tearing his gaze away from you. He slipped his shirt off with ease and you bit your lip at the sight. "Tell me," he said conversationally, rolling out his shoulders. "What do you want?" He clarified. "C'mon, use your words."
"Sirius," you whine.
"That's not using your words," he pointed out calmly.
"Please..."
"Please what?" He asked as he palmed himself through his trousers, voice cruelly gentle.
"Can you please fuck me...?" You murmur, face flush as you look away.
"Good," he cooed, smiling softly. "But I don't think I should be that nice to you yet. You were mean to me."
"I wasn't."
"You absolutely were," he argued. "Flirting with other boys, ignoring me... That's mean." His fingers found their way back to your clit.
“I wasn’t,” you insist, bucking your hips into his hand shamelessly.
Sirius pulled his fingers away abruptly, leaving you gasping and clenching around nothing. He leaned over you, his face inches from yours. "You're going to argue with me? While you're handcuffed to my bed?"
You shook your head slowly.
"That's better," Sirius murmured, rewardingly easing two fingers inside you. His thrusts were deep and firm, stretching you slightly and eliciting the prettiest of sounds from you. He could feel you clenching around them automatically, trying to get more friction. "Now, are you sorry for being a brat?"
You're so caught up in the feeling that you can only nod, but that's not good enough for him.
"I didn't catch that," he stops his fingers immediately.
"I'm sorry," you whimper desperately.
"There she is," he praised, his fingers moving again, this time with a slightly firmer rhythm. As his fingers work you, he can't help but notice the frown on your face.
"Aw, is my little brat disappointed?" Sirius teased, slowing his hand even more, thumb just barely teasing your clit. "You thought I'd just jump on top of you after you were so mean? Are you pouting because I won't fuck you? That's so greedy."
"Please, Sirius," you mumble, thighs closing, body begging for anything that'll ease the ache between your legs.
"Ah-ah," he shook his head, hands moving to your knee to keep your legs from closing. “You wanna make up to me, no?”
“I do,” you mumble, voice shaky.
“Then you’ll sit there and take it, okay?” His expression is so indifferent, neutral—like you were a colleague or a friend, not his girlfriend spread out on his bed.
You nodded again.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he kissed your knee and settled down beside you. Sirius’ fingers snuck down between your legs again, teasing and rubbing up against your walls continuously. He was kind enough to let you bury your face in his neck, moaning pathetically every time he hit a sensitive spot.
The first time you finish it’s borderline painful, but no relief. Your insides still ached and the heat in your lower belly hadn’t subsided.
And when he keeps going despite your whines of protest and shaking frame, you only have enough strength for his name to slip out of your pretty lips.
The realization hit you like a brick in the face and you involuntarily clenched around him, seeking more. “Please,” you whined. “I need you, Siri…”
“Need me?” He brushes his lips against the top of your head. “For what? So you can tease me?”
“No,” you cried out, bucking your hips only for him to pause his fingers every time you do.
“It’s okay,” he pulled them out, giving all of his attention to your puffy clit. “I’ll forgive you as long as I get to tease you too…”
You kept whining and moaning into his skin, helpless beneath the restraints.
At one point, as Sirius slipped his fingers back inside you, his free hand crept up to your tummy, rubbing it in soothing circles before pressing down and letting you feel him inside you. Not only could your feel his fingers inside you, but his palm was pressed up against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You let out a strangled moan, squeezing him deliciously.
“I- I can’t,” you pant.
“Oh yes you can,” he chuckled. “Yes you can.”
He gave you a bit more, firmer and deeper thrusts to motivate you, but as soon as you’d lift your hips he’d stop.
Sirius feasted on your body with his eyes—you were completely helpless and a total mess. Your legs were spread and shaking, your pussy slick and your shirt had ridden up, exposing your skin to the cool air and making your nipples harden against the fabric.
As much as you wished to take his fingers, you desperately needed more. So desperately to the point of crying.
It was a few hiccups and sniffles here and there at first, but now you’re letting the tears flow down freely.
“Oh,” he cooed. “Is my baby okay?”
“Please Sirius,” you huff, lip quivering.
“Oh no, no,” he shook his head, pulling one of his fingers out abruptly.
You moaned loudly at the emptiness and your cunt repeatedly squeezed around the one finger that was left, begging for something more.
“You take what I give you, okay?” He kissed the side of your head, slipping the remaining finger out as well and rubbing your clit in soft, barely there circles.
The second time you finish, it’s overwhelming and, surprisingly, enough. But Sirius doesn’t stop. He speeds up the pace, relishing in the sloppy, wet sounds that your cunt makes as his fingers stroke every inch of you.
“Sirius, ngh,” you whine. “Please, I really can’t—”
“Shhh, I know baby,” he kisses your forehead lightly, his other hand pressing down on your hip to keep you still. “You can take it. Come on, one more. Jus’ f’ me”
give us more barty and my life is yours🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Barty watched as you dropped down on your knees before him. He settled comfortably on the bed, gripping your jaw firmly. "Open up, pretty," he smiled down at you.
You comply without any protest, parting your lips and letting him spit in your mouth.
“Good,” he cooed, strong hand brushing your hair out of your face clumsily. “C’mon now,” he guided your head over to his crotch.
You wasted no time in nuzzling your face against his bulge, pulling away only to rub it with your hand instead.
After fumbling with his belt for a minute, his cock was finally slapping against your face—thick and heavy against your lips.
You teased hum, kitten-licking the tip a few times before caving in.
“Yeah,” he sighed, letting his head fall back as your warm mouth enveloped him.
You started bobbing your head immediately, relaxing your throat as you took him. Spit pooled at the corners of your mouth, dripping all around him.
Barty’s not a patient man, and you don’t have all the time in the world. He grips the back of your head firmly, speeding your pace up.
Eventually, his hips pick up too, hitting the back of your throat and making you moan around him.
Seeing the tears that pick at the corners of your eyes, he decides to slow down, letting you readjust. “Yeah, there we go,” he praised, voice rough.
As his orgasm approached, he held your head firm, fucking into your mouth with fast, shallow thrusts before finally emptying himself down your throat with a broken moan
Sorry for the annoying repetition of saying what you’ve heard before, but your Sirius Black smut is delicious. And if you have anything with a jealous Sirius… please don’t keep it to yourself!
i love it when you guys request stuff from me... it's honestly my only motivation to write
includes: light spanking, orgasm denial, light degradation
anyway, i hope you enjoy!<3
barty crouch jr x mean!reader thought of this in physics class, enjoyyy
"Dorcas! No," you whine, rolling your eyes and readjusting your hold on the phone.
"Well, it's not my fault!" She replies. "But really, he's so nice, trust me."
You bite back a whimper as Barty's fingers slide up your bare thigh, kneading your flesh.
"No, absolutely not," you insist.
Barty props himself up on one elbow, the other hand still attached to you, now toying with the edge of your underwear, slipping beneath it teasingly.
"Please! Come on," Dorcas begged, her voice comming through cleary.
"No," you groan. "I don't even know why you'd ever give him any ideas about me."
"I don't know, okay?" She huffs.
Barty buries his face in your neck, sucking on it as your fingers thread through his hair.
"I'll have to talk to him about that, then," she adds.
You stay silent for a few seconds, unable to reply due to Barty's long fingers prodding at your entrence splitting you in half.
"Yeah, well, you better," you throw your head back. "And, excuse me for saying this, I know he's your firend, but that guy is such a fucking freak. And a total weirdo at that. For fuck's sake."
You bite down on your lip, eyes fluttering closed. Barty's fingers press further into you, filling you up with ease as he rubs them against all the right spots, curling them inside of you.
Dorcas sighs on the other end, "So, no chance?"
"Absolutely not," you sigh as well. Not because your bored or annoyed with the conversation, but because the sensation of Barty fingering the shit out of you, accompanied by his thumb rubbing your clit is making it hard to do anything else.
"Poor Barty," she mumbles.
"Yeah, yeah. I gotta go, I'll talk to you later," you hang up before she has the chance to say bye and toss your phone onto the bedside table.
You turn your head to face Barty, your hand coming up to his cheek as you kiss him, moaning into his mouth. His tongue slips past your lips with ease, tangling with your own.
"Fuck," you exhale shakily. "'M sorry about that baby," you coo, kissing him again.
your sirius black smut is SO GOOD would you do one with fwb sirius pleasee
i’m genuinely so sorry idk how I missed this request…😭😭 hope you enjoy xx
not proofread!!
sirius black x f!reader includes: oral (f!receiving), implied bed humping, sirius finishing in his pants babyy
"Jesus Christ!" You chuckle, just as tipsy as your boyfriend who’s dropping to his knees before you. He pushes you back so you're on your elbows, hand greedily working to get your skirt and underwear down and off your body.
You don't even know how you're speaking coherent sentences at this point, but here we are. "Wait, let me shower first and then..." You trail off as he starts kissing all the way from your knee up to your thigh.
"Mhmm," he hummed against your skin, probably as a joke because he made absolutely no effort to pull away from you.
"Sirius!" You laughed, dragging yourself further on the bed and making him huff, his annoyance and frustration evident on his face. He uses the bed to prop himself up and, as soon as he's close enough, his hands are on you again—the exposed skin of your thighs and hips, your stomach, impatiently pushing your shirt up so he can attach his lips to you.
You let out soft gasps as he nips and sucks at your skin, accepting defeat and relaxing beneath him. You push some hair out of his face as he returns his attention to your thighs. He worships the top of your left thigh before his lips travel lower, biting down softly as he throws your right leg over his shoulder.
He repeats the same thig with the your left not even a second latter, nestling his face between your legs and cunt, happily burying his face in it.
He tongue immediately finds your clit, pressing flat against it and moving his tongue around in slow circles. His fingers dig into your thighs as he keeps them locked around his head, nails slightly digging into your skin,
He hums and sighs against you, causing your hips to jerk and your hand to tug on his hair.
That's what does it for Sirius. He lets out a low hum, or maybe a moan, you're not even sure anymore. Then, he sucks your swollen nub into his mouth, sucking on your clit like it's the only thing keeping him alive.
You're a mess, trembling and moaning, letting his name fall from your lips every 2 seconds.
"S-Sirius, fuck..." You bite your lip to stifle a moan. You're grinding against his face, wanting to feel every little sensation. In your drunken state this was the best thing that could happen to you.
He's squirming just as much as you are, nudging his face into you with every lick. The mattress was a wobbling under the combined weight and movement of both of you.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you whine, throwing your head back as you push his impossibly closer to you. God how was he even breathing?
With a moan of his name that you were quite sure the neighbors have heard, you came all over his face, coating him in your slick.
Sirius happily lapped at your pussy for a minute longer before your desperate whining in overstimulation triggered enough empathy for him to pull away.
When he did, the first thing you noticed was the very obvious wet splotch on his sweatpants.
"Did you just—"
"I don't wanna hear it, he covered his already red face with his hands as he walked towards the bathroom.
sirius x f!reader includes: cheating, oral (sirius receiving), mentions of cum
"Fucking hell," Sirius exhales sharply through his nose. His hips buck, easing himself further down your throat. "Just like that, baby." His hand reaches over to the back of your head, pushing your head so your nose brushes up against his pelvis.
When your glossy eyes gaze up, they are met with the prettiest of sights—Sirius' head is thrown back, jaw slack. His chest is heaving with every deep breath and shudder that escapes his mouth and, although you can't see, you're sure his eyes are squeezed shut.
He lets out a particularly loud moan, followed by a breathless curse. Your fingers dig into his thigh, kind of like a warning. Noises, in any other situation, would be ideal. Not in this one. Not when literally everyone else, including your boyfriend, Sirius' best friend, is down the hall from you.
Not to mention how anybody could have a reason to walk in. What if they wanted to get their cloaks before dinner? Maybe somebody had forgotten something? All of you did hang out here for a while before deciding to move to the common room.
"Baby—ah," His own whimper interrupts him. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I'm worried." He hisses as you hollow your cheeks.
Oh, that too. Sirius and you were the only ones left in the room when the rest of the crew left. His excuse was genuine, the poor dude really wanted to finish the puzzle everyone started earlier that day. Your reason, on the other hand, wasn't so innocent.
You see, even when you have your legs thrown over your boyfriend's lap, you have your head on his shoulder, his hand is rubbing your knee affectionately and he's placing kisses to your forehead every now and then, Sirius Black still has a way of making you squirm.
And the worst part is that he knows exactly what he's doing. The way he brushes up against you when passing by and he way he teases you in a, to everyone else, friendly way. The way his eyes are latched onto yours whenever he gets the chance, the way he adjusts his hips when he knows you're looking. A little tease, that's what he is.
So, when everybody but Sirius was leaving, you made up some half-assed excuse about having to touch up your make up and go to the bathroom.
"What if the others notice we're gone? Hm?" He finally looks down at you.
You just roll your eyes at him, continuing to suck him off. That draws out another moan from him.
At this point, your chin is completely soaked with your own spit and his precum that keeps leaking out of your mouth. The whole thing is messy and the mixed liquids are dripping down onto the floor and Sirius' halfway pulled down pants.
His hand clumsily brushes some hair away from your slightly damp forehead, humming softly at the sight of you staring up at him.
You keep choking on his dick, feeling up every individual vein with your tongue, kitten licking and suctioning your lips around the sensitive tip as you jerk the rest of him off.
The repeated motion eventually trips Sirius over the edge, causing him to cum on your face. The most of the warm substance lands in your mouth and you happily swallow it. The other part sticks all around your mouth—cheeks, chin, under and on your nose...
And the tiniest portion drips down to your shirt, leaving two or three stains right over your chest.
Sirius is quick to pull out, breaking the string of saliva that connected the two of you, and shove his still wet dick back in his pants.
"Shit," You huff as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, pulling your shirt away from yourself to better inspect the we splotches on it.
"We don't have time for that." Sirius says quietly, already reaching out a hand to help you up to your feet.
"Well what am I—"
"Just say it's toothpaste or something, I don't know." He shrugs as you both rush out of the dorm.
And when you two do catch up to your friends and blame being late on trying to find a missing puzzle piece, Sirius takes great pleasure in watching you kiss James with the same mouth he just finished in.
A/n: this is kind of like a part two of my previous post; idk if I should make a serious because I love james too much for this💔💔
Also I am genuinely begging yall to request something because I am losing my mind trying to come up with ideas😭
sirius x f!reader includes: cheating, piv, softdom!sirius, a little bit of praise
A soft "Can I?" snaps you out of your thoughts.
You look down at Sirius. He's between your thighs, tugging on your underwear. "Hm?" He hums softly as he runs his finger over the edge of your underwear.
"Uh, yeah—of course," You mumble, leaning up onto your elbow.
"Hey, you good?" Sirius' soft voice reaches your ears. "You know we don't have to do anything if you don't want." He pulls away from you slightly, hovering over you.
"What? No—not at all," You sit up straighter. "Sorry, I just got lost in thought."
"...Is this about James again?" He asks you, voice barely above a whisper. "Baby," He sighs softly, pulling away from you completely and laying down beside you. He reaches out and brushes some hair away from your face. "We can stop, you know? This whole thing..."
"Sirius—What? No, no..." You shake your head. "I just—" You sigh. "It's ridiculous. That's what it is."
"Go on." Sirius shifts so he's above you again.
"I don't know why I can't break up with him." You huff. Sirius' hands trail over your body.
"Every time I think I have the—oh" You gasp softly as Sirius trails kisses over your neck. "—the courage to do it," You continue. "I get incredibly nervous and just give up because I know it'll be half-assed. He deserves clarity at least..."
"But not honesty?" Sirius teases, nipping at your pulse point.
"For fuck's sake..." You huff out a chuckle. "What am I supposed to tell the poor thing? 'I've been screwing your best friend for the last six months and only now have I thought of breaking up.' ?"
"Mmm something like that..." Sirius hums, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. He looks up at you expectantly.
You give him a soft nod before continuing. "I feel awful, do you?"
"About the fact that my best friend's getting cheated on? Yes. About the fact that I get to love you all I want? No." He pulls your shirt off.
"Love me," You huff teasingly, lifting your arms so he can tug your shirt off completely.
"I do. I love you." He places soft kisses down your chest, between your breasts. "You know that."
"I do..." You reply smugly, letting your arms wrap around his neck.
"Mhm..." Sirius hums against your skin, looking up at you with a knowing look.
"I love you too." You tell him.
Sirius smiles against your ribcage, fingers trailing back down to your thighs, the cool metal of his rings a stark contrast against your warm skin.
"Can I?" He asks again, finger running over the edge of your underwear.
"Yeah." This time, you answer immediately. Sirius wastes no time in pulling your underwear down.
"I'll make you feel so good you'll forget all about him, okay?" He murmurs as he trails kisses back up to your mouth.
"I almost moaned your name last night." You mumble as he's pulling his pants and underwear down.
"You're kidding."
You shake your head slowly, biting your lip.
Your words pull out a sharp exhale out of his lips just before he connects them with yours, putting one hand on your cheek to keep you as close as possible. With his free hand, he reaches for himself, stroking his already hard length.
You moan into the kiss as Sirius nudges the first few inches inside of you. He lets you adjust for a moment or two, peppering kisses all over your face before pushing inside further.
Sirius lets his forehead fall against yours as he bottoms out, cursing under his breath. After just staying still like that for a few seconds, he grabs your thigh—bending your leg in the knee and holding it by his hip to allow himself more space.
"This okay?" He whispers softly against your neck.
"Mhm" You whimper as one of your hands wraps around his neck, resting on his jaw, and the other arm wraps around him so your hand is resting on his upper back.
He captures your mouth in a kiss and you waste no time—pulling him impossibly closer.
"Mh, fuck" You moan into his mouth as he starts moving.
Sirius' pace is deep yet so gentle. He's barely pulling out before shoving himself back in as deep as possible. It's like he doesn't wanna be away from your warm, wet pussy for even a second.
Once you're done eating each others face out, Sirius pulls away to catch his breath, pace not faltering.
He sees your back arching and eyes fluttering shut. "Good?"
"Perfect," You moan "Fucking perfect, Siri."
He huffs out a laugh and a whimper at the same time, leaning back down to kiss you and hooking your leg over his waist so he can grope your tit with his, now free, hand instead of holding your leg up.
He's so close to the point your chest is rubbing up and down against his with each thrust. Oh you just know the knots in your hair that are created by the friction against the pillow are gonna be a pain to brush out later.
Sirius changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, making yo gasp into his ear. "Right there?"
"Right there." You confirm breathlessly.
He takes advantage of the new information, dragging his cock over your spot repeatedly. That does you no justice—you keep squirming and panting against him.
"You close, baby?"
"Mhm" You choke out, mouth falling slightly open at the sensation.
He smirks against your cheek, planting a few kisses there before moving down to your collarbone, taking turns between biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there.
"Siri I—fuck Sirius—" You moan into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as your orgasm rips through you.
"So beautiful," He mumbles. "My beautiful girl..." He whispers as he keeps going.
Sirius lets out a whiny moan when you squeeze around him. "Fuck, think you can do that again? Feels so good, gorgeous..."
And so you do, you let your gummy walls keep convulsing around him and milking his cock. In no time, Sirius is fucking his cum into you as he pants exhaustedly
marlene mckinnon x f!reader includes: smut, oral (reader receiving), cheating, dorcas slander (kind of?) for the sake of the story
You should’ve known better than to come to one of these parties, especially after going through a particularly messy break up with your girlfriend, well, ex, Marlene, a little over a week ago. James and Sirius have been begging you all week, and you couldn't really resist when they bribed you with chocolate frogs and butterbeer.
So now, here you are, sitting on the floor, watching the bottle in the center of the circle spin. And land on Marlene. (Because who else would it land on?)
"Ohhh, this is gonna be good." Someone whistles.
You just stare at the empty bottle, unable to lift your gaze as heat rises to your cheeks. Great, just great.
"Mckinnon, what’s your girl gonna say?"
And that’s the worst part. She has a girlfriend already. What was her name again? Dorcas or something, you weren't entirely sure but you had seen Marlene standing wayyyyy too close to some tan and tall girl in the great hall.
Sirius grins. "Fourteen minutes for the lovebirds."
"Padfoot," You huff, glaring at him. "It's seven."
"Nah," James smirks. "You two get double."
"I’m not doing this." You exhale sharply.
Before you can argue any, someone yanks open the door to the janitor's closet, pushing you both inside. The door slams shut, trapping you in the surprisingly dim light of the room.
It was small and looked basically abandoned. There was, besides the supply shelf, a single chair in the corner of the room, nothing else besides the seemingly cheap light bulb barely emitting light.
Since you were the first one to walk, technically, be pushed, inside, you wasted no time in plopping down in the chair and crossing both arms and legs as you look up towards Marlene.
She was already staring down at you when your gaze reached her oh so pretty face. Her arms were also crossed, one finger tapping against her arm for whatever reason.
"Missed me yet?" She chuckles, dropping down to her knees before you casually.
You'd be lying if you said your heart hadn't almost jumped out of your chest. You were suddenly feeling numb and weak all over.
Damn you, Mckinnon.
"Hm?"" She prompted you to answer.
Swallowing harshly, you try to steady your voice. "Does your girlfriend know you whore around like this?" You ask, voice coming out weaker than intended.
"Oh you're so jealous."
"Am not." You you shake your head, agitated.
Marlene ignores you entirely. One of her hands reach out, palm warm against your calf, rubbing up and down slowly, steadily. The other drifts up, settling on your thigh, thumb stroking over the fabric of your skirt.
She leaned forward even more, resting his chin on your knee. Marlene looked up at you and smirked, her hand creeping even further up your thigh.
"Can I kiss you?"
"You're so pathetic…" You spit. "You broke up with me and now you act like this even though you have a girlfriend. Unbelievable…" You shake your head in disbelief.
"You are jealous." She smirks.
"Am not!" You repeat yourself, glaring down at her.
Except, you were. And the probably very visible and obvious blush that washed over your cheeks, was doing nothing to help your case. You were jealous. So, so jealous.
"Then stop talking about Dorcas for two fucking seconds!" She chuckled. "Seriously, that's the only thing I've heard come out of your mouth."
"'s not..." You mumble, annoyed.
She huffs out a not-so-convinced hum and nuzzles against your knee like some desperate thing. Then, she places a feather light kiss just above your knee.
You almost flinch. Hilarious.
Then another, and then another, slowly trailing up your thigh.
You inhale sharply. "Don’t embarrass yourself, Marles. Get up." You nudge her with your other leg.
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t stop. Soft lips brush higher, heat trailing in their wake.
"Are you asking me to ignore the fact that I still want you?"
"Yes." You huff "You broke up with me." Feels like that's your only argument.
Her hands tighten on you, grip almost pleading. "And? I was stupid."
"Of course you were. Once an idiot, always an idiot." You scoff.
"I’m still your idiot," she murmurs. "I always have been." A smirk spreads over her face. "Please? Don’t tell me you don’t like me even a liiiittle bit anymore?"
"Stop embarrassing yourself."
She shakes her head, pressing her warm cheek against your thigh like a cat. "I don’t care..." She mumbles against your skin, pressing another slow, lingering kiss just above your knee.
"You have no self-respect."
"Yeah?" She taunts, tilting her head, lips dragging up your thigh, pressing another kiss. "And you still let me touch you like this?"
"Don’t flatter yourself." You snap.
Her fingers slip under the hem of your skirt. You roll your eyes, feigning boredom, but your breath stutters as she moves even closer, shoulders settling between your knees.
"It's hard not to when you haven’t stopped me yet." She muses, nudging her nose against the side of your knee.
Marlene hums against your skin, pleased. Her hands press against your thighs, pushing them further apart as she shifts between them, kneeling like she belongs there.
Her hands slip beneath your skirt, gripping, pulling you closer to the edge of the chair, caging you in completely.
"There we go." She purrs, looking up at you as she hooks her fingers under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease.
Your fingers dig into the skin of your upper arms. Why were you even letting her do this?
"Just like that..." She coos, pulling one of your legs over her shoulder for better access.
"Marlene-" You start but she interrupts you by burying her face between your thighs, causing you to gasp. Her tongue immediately got to work tasting every inch of you. It was sloppy, messy but probably the best thing you've felt.
Marlene's tongue laps over your folds mercilessly causing soft whimpers and mewls to escape you.
"Keep it down, yeah?" She pulls away for a second. "Wouldn't want anybody to hear us." Her mouth is back at it, devouring you like a starving woman.
You bite down on your lip, one hand reluctantly reaching down to tangle in her blonde hair and pull her further into you.
She sucks and nips on your sensitive skin, pushing her tongue in and out of your aching hole before going back to giving her undivided attention to your clit.
Sooner than later, your back is arched away from the back of the chair and you're muffling your own moans with your hand.
She hummed in content, tongue delving into your folds with a new fervor. Marlene happily lapped at your soaked pussy, lips suctioning around you with the filthiest sounds, pulling the most beautiful moans from your lips yet again.
She tightened his grip on you, angling you towards herself. Involuntarily, your hips jerk, grinding against her face shamelessly. You can't help yourself. The shame of the whole situation pulls a desperate whine from your lips.
In a matter of minutes, you were spent, coming down from your high. Marlene pulled away from you, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You're fucking crazy, you have a girlfriend." You say breathlessly, not making an effort to move your legs off of her shoulder.
So much about not mentioning Dorcas the entire time...
"You didn't seem to mind when you were riding my face, what, a minute ago?"
A/n: This was written as I was literally bawling my eyes out over crivers. Iykyk. She was so dear to me too💔 I just had to write this to make myself feel better😭 I hope you empathize enough to forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes