𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 || pt.1, pt.2 || sirius black x fem!reader
⤷ You were never officially his. Not his girlfriend, not his anything—just a name he never quite stopped coming back to. But when the lines between friendship, desire, and possession blur too far, what starts as something unspoken begins to feel dangerously like love. And when you finally see where you stand in his world, you’re forced to decide whether being “just mates” is something you can survive anymore.
⤷ After Remus Lupin pushes you away to “protect” you from the wolf and the coming war, you’re left haunted by his absence. Every night you curl up in his oversized Gryffindor sweater—the one that still carries faint traces of chocolate, old books, pine, and smoke—replaying memories of stolen kisses and quiet love while the ache in your chest refuses to fade. When the Room of Requirement traps the two of you together just days before the full moon, everything you’ve been trying to bury finally rises to the surface.
𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || sirius black and james potter x reader 「 wc: 7.5k 」
⤷ Heartbroken and hiding in your dorm after Remus ends things, the last thing you expect is James and Sirius pushing their way in with dinner and stubborn concern. What begins as soft comfort and quiet tears slowly ignites into something much more intense. In the safety of their arms, you let them distract you the only way they know how—completely, devotedly, and without holding back.
⤷ On a rainy night, you and Remus slip away from the noise of James, Sirius, and Peter to a darkened cinema. What begins as quiet teasing in the back row quickly turns deliberate—your hands, your mouth, his failing composure—until the softest of the Marauders is left flushed, trembling, and thoroughly wrecked.
James Potter, a soldier of the royal guard, is assigned to protect the princess at all costs. His new duty proves far harder than he imagined, for the princess has a habit of doing exactly what she’s not supposed to, and hiding a secret no one must uncover.
‘Til All That's Left Is Glorious Bone— (hurt/comfort + angst) (part one) (black siblings centered)
being a Black means believing love is conditional and obedience is expected, so when kindness is offered, you hesitate, unsure how to accept what doesn’t hurt. (10k)
↳ —So You'll Bury Your Own (hurt/comfort + fluff) (part two): after a rough night that nearly tears you and your brothers apart, everything you've all been avoiding comes to the surface. healing doesn't come easily, but slowly, a change begins. (10k)
↳ She Will Be Loved (hurt/comfort + fluff) (part three) (extra): at Potter Manor in spring, even a Black can begin again. the road of healing is long and tumultuous, but not too bad when James is always there to catch you when you fall. (7k)
About You (hurt/comfort + fluff)
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Share Your Girl (smut)
james and sirius have always shared everything; detentions, cigarettes, secrets. but there’s one thing sirius hasn’t shared. until he decided it's time to share his girl. (8k)
♡ who paid for them? (fluff + crack)
james isn’t exactly thrilled when he finds out that someone else paid for your nails. (1.7k)
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caught in the kitchen at three a.m., james can’t resist making a move on his elusive, hot roommate. (2.4k)
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Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?
Based on the song Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from Epic
Sirius knows exactly the first place he needs to go after escaping Azkaban. He needs to see his girl, even if it's just one more time.
🥀 hey hey !!
so i finally decided to make a new account just for reblogging and keeping track of my favorite fics because my main was getting a little too messy lol. this one’s gonna be more chill, mostly filled with fic recs, the things i love and scream about good writing in peace <3
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this one’s gonna be more chill + fic-focused <3
He’s your friend. He has been for a very long time, but one night at your place and theoretically very innocent conversation can make both of you cross that thin line. You always talk openly about sex but there’s this thing you didn’t tell anyone and now you accidentally reveal your intimate secret.
Sirius learns that you use toys and once this imagination show up in his head, he doesn’t seem to be able to get rid of it. So, he won’t stop until he sees you in action with your own eyes.
Every Kinktober's story includes a quote from a song chosen by me. I highly recommend playing the song while reading, or at least just getting acquainted with it. At the end of the month, I will post the full playlist for Kinktober 2025.
╰⪼ Word count: 4,8 k
╰⪼ Warnings: sex toys; dirty talk; tits stimulation; masturbation // smut
🕷Kinktober / 🕷Masterlist
So welcome to my kingdom and for you there's no escape. I'll give you back a piece of heaven while I'm savoring your taste.
— Dirtier Thoughts by Nation Heaven
“You must be joking,” Sirius looks at you as if you suddenly grew a second head. “You haven't been with any guy since you dumped that jerk?”
You roll your eyes at the disbelief on his face and go back to looking for the piece of paper with further instructions.
It's Thursday evening, and you and Sirius are sitting on the floor in your bedroom, trying to organize the millions of pieces you have to assemble your new wardrobe. Some time ago, he offered to help when you announced that you needed to do a little rearranging, and you gladly accepted. Not only because you enjoy spending time with him, but also because you ordered a really big wardrobe, and most of the pieces it will consist of are very heavy, and you wouldn't be able to do everything on your own.
While you try to find everything you should have to take the first step, you talk to Sirius about everything and nothing. As always. You feel comfortable around him, he is one of your best friends, and as a rule, there are no taboo topics between you.
Except for your sex life.
“I don't sleep with just anyone, Sirius, you know that,” you say, looking at him and realizing that he's still staring at you with an expression that makes you want to throw a pillow at him. All his attention is now focused on you, which doesn't really bother you, but you'd rather change the subject.
“I know, but... It's been a year,” he says, his eyes wide with surprise. “You haven't been with a guy in a whole fucking year?”
You frown because you have no idea why he finds it so strange. After all, he knows you better than anyone else. He's been your friend for so many years that he should have noticed by now that you only sleep with guys you're in a relationship with. And since breaking up with your ex, you haven't been in a relationship. The conclusion is easy to draw.
“Have you seen any potential candidates in my life lately?” you ask amusedly. Well, if there's one thing you don't doubt about Sirius, it's that he doesn't have the same moral standards as you. He's known for his one-night stands. You've never judged him for it, never even cared much about it, but you couldn't live like him. Too much risk. Too much uncertainty. What's more, you need an emotional connection before any physical intimacy.
“No, I haven't, but honestly, is anyone good enough for a woman as wonderful as you?”
He smiles broadly, and you roll your eyes, but you return his silly, charming smile. Sirius has his flaws, but he's your biggest supporter in the whole world, except maybe your parents. He always believes in you, encourages you, and teaches you confidence, just because he wants you to be happy. At least that's what you think.
“But I still don't understand why you don't even want to try.”
You hand him the set of screws, sigh, and shake your head. You've talked about this many times, despite your reluctance to bring it up with him. He thinks you should relax a little and not worry about it too much, and you think he should stop fooling around and start taking life more seriously.
“Sirius, do I really have to explain this to you again? It's too big a risk for me. I value my health and the freedom that comes with not having children.”
You pause for a moment to collect your thoughts. Meanwhile, your friend focuses on assembling the boards, following the instructions to put together the first set of parts, staring at them intently, as if looking for a good retort to your words. You watch how skilfully he handles the screws, one by one, his eyes focused and his mouth slightly open.
“I understand what you mean,” he says after a moment, when he finally sees the shape emerging from the few boards. “But it must be frustrating.”
“What must be frustrating?” you ask, taking the screwdriver from his hand and working on the next set of screws.
He looks at you and, with comical concern on his handsome face, says, “Not being able to fuck anyone. Or be fucked, whichever you prefer.”
You freeze mid-motion, raise your eyebrows, and look at him as if you can't quite believe what he just said. He shrugs his shoulders as if he were wondering aloud whether you add sugar to your coffee, not whether you like to get fucked.
“What? We're not kids anymore, honey. We can talk about fucking, right?”
He smiles broadly, and you let out a quiet, incredulous laugh full of not-so-carefully suppressed embarrassment.
“Yes, of course. It's just that...” you pause, not entirely sure you want to go down this road. Yes, it's Sirius, and he's your friend, but when you look at him and say those words out loud, you feel a strange tingling in your stomach.
“What?”
You sigh.
Ah, screw it. Is he your friend or not? So, what if he's a guy.
You can talk about these things with a guy, especially one you're close to.
“It's not like there's no way to vent that frustration, you know,” you say, nonchalantly handing him the screwdriver and shrugging your shoulders. He doesn't say anything, but he continues to look at you with curiosity. As if he doesn't quite understand what you're talking about. Or maybe he just wants you to elaborate on the subject yourself.
You raise your eyebrows again.
“Careful, Black. Say something, or I'll think you've never jerked off before.”
He laughs quietly. “Oh, honey,” he smiles mischievously, “there's no doubt about that.”
You shake your head, trying not to imagine your friend jerking off, and suppress the smile that is forming on your lips.
“Exactly. Women masturbate too, you know. It's not a male privilege,” you say, trying to sound casual and nonchalant, but he looks at you as if he's struggling internally with what to say to you now. His lips are tight, his gaze cautious, but a hint of a smile appears at the corners of his mouth. You feel a twinge in your lower abdomen.
“What?” you ask, looking back at the instructions as if you don't care what he's about to say. In reality, you feel like you have to look at anything else, anything but his mouth.
“Nothing. Just...” he shrugs, “is that even satisfying enough?”
“You know what?” you ask, getting up quickly, thrown off balance by his question, and he follows your movement with his eyes. “I'm going to need some wine to talk about this stuff, Black.”
He chuckles, and you walk around him and leave the bedroom, heading for the kitchen, completely unaware of how his gaze pierces the fabric of your sweatpants. The grey pants you're wearing are a little too big, just the way you like to wear them at home. They don't emphasize your curves, but Sirius knows that underneath the thick fabric is an ass that men constantly stare at. He stares at it himself when you're not looking, because even though he considers you his friend, there's something about you that makes him want to cross the forbidden line.
But people say that once that line is crossed, there's no turning back, and he cares too much about you and your friendship to be so reckless and risk it all. Or maybe he's just afraid you'll reject him when he suggests pushing those boundaries a little.
When he hears you rummaging in the cupboard, he tells himself to stay calm and relaxed, just like he has for the past ten years, when he didn't pay attention to what your body looks like, how your lips curve into the most beautiful smile when you joke with him, or how you bite the inside of your cheek when you're thinking about something.
“Here you go,” you say, returning to the room and handing him a glass full of red wine. He puts on a nonchalant expression, as if he couldn't care less, giving no hint as to where his thoughts have wandered off to.
“You want to get me drunk, huh?” he jokes as always, raising his glass in your direction as you sit down in front of him again. You clink your glass against his and take a sip before replying:
“I want to get drunk myself,” you say, half-jokingly, half-seriously. You wonder where the hell your agreement about no taboos has gone to. Ten years of friendship and you need alcohol to talk to him about sex and masturbation?
Pathetic.
But there's something about Sirius that suddenly makes you feel nervous. It started quite recently, maybe a month or two ago. One day he was like a brother to you, and the next day you were looking at his slender muscles, very visible through the fabric of his tight-fitting T-shirt, and wondering what they would taste like if you licked them.
“So,” he clears his throat, leaning back and nodding toward you, “is it even satisfying?”
“Don't you know the answer to that question?” you mutter under your breath, pretending to still be thinking about how to put together your wardrobe, but honestly, you know it's a lost cause. You couldn't focus even if you wanted to.
Maybe tomorrow.
“Yes, but how do I know that your satisfaction is no different from mine?”
You sigh, and a slightly embarrassed smile appears on your lips.
“Honestly, it's okay,” you reply, without even looking at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his silhouette—strong, slim, and tall. He leans back against the bed and stretches his legs out in front of him. He's attractive. How did you survive so many years around him without noticing?
“Really? I mean...”
“Don't tell me I really have to explain how it works, Black.”
You exchange glances. Yours is slightly embarrassed, his, on the other hand, very amused.
“I'm sorry, honey, but I only use my hand, and I have to tell you, it's not even half as satisfying as being with a girl.”
“Luckily for me, women have a lot more options than just a hand,” you blurt out, looking at his playful smile that appears as your words reach his brain. The smile grows bigger by the second, as does your embarrassment.
You glance at your wine and take another sip, just to have something to do with yourself and not have to look at him.
Oh fuck, my life. I started this, didn't I?
“Now you've got me interested, baby.”
You roll your eyes, trying to keep your cool, but you feel the heat spreading across your neck, chest, and cheeks, leaving bright red marks of your embarrassment in the form of a blush.
“Don't get so worked up, Black,” you mutter under your breath. “You won't find out anything else. It's a private matter.”
And at this moment, your biggest mistake is that one quick, subtle glance toward the nightstand. Sirius, extremely observant, notices it, of course. Well, no wonder, since he can't take his eyes off you, revelling in the charming sight of your confusion because of him. Something that has never happened before since you've known each other.
He follows your gaze, and his smile grows wider and wilder.
“Something interesting hidden there?” he asks, putting down his wine glass and slowly getting up from the floor.
“Don't you fucking dare,” you growl, putting your glass on the floor, but before you even manage to get up, he's already standing on the other side of the bed. You're pretty sure your face is already as red as a fucking tomato.
“Sirius, please,” you whimper, jumping on the bed to catch him faster.
You have no idea how much he likes it when the word please comes out of your mouth. How his cock twitches when he hears his name combined with that word coming out of your pretty mouth.
“Don't be like that, baby, I'm curious.”
“I'll kill you,” you threaten, hanging onto his arm, but he's already holding the handle of the bottom drawer, as if he knows it's the forbidden one he shouldn't open.
“I'd like to see you try,” he says, winking at you. He grabs both your wrists with one hand and holds them tight while he opens the drawer with the other.
At that moment, you just want to disappear; vanish into thin air and never come back. Sirius stares at your little collection like a madman, smiling like a lunatic, and then looks at you with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Fuck.
You don't know if you want to kill him or fall to your knees before him. His figure suddenly becomes strangely powerful, and he towers over you, looking as if he already possesses you.
You swallow, feeling a wave of excitement wash over you.
“Show me,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. “Show me how satisfying it is.”
“Oh my God,” you moan, falling back onto the bed and burying your face in your hands. “I can tell you about it, but I can't show you, Black.”
The room is silent, the silence hanging over you like a thick, sticky fog. You don't even want to look up, so you don't have to look into his eyes. Ten years of friendship, and now you're sitting in your room questioning every life decision that led you to this place, starting with inviting him over tonight.
Sirius, on the other hand, doesn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. He looks at you, breathing calmly and organizing everything in his head. He wants to pick you up. Hell, he's wanted this for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, he finally has the chance to do it.
Pressing his lips together, he looks at the open drawer and all the things lying in it and feels his penis slowly coming to life. Damn, his imagination isn't helping. He can practically see you lying on that bed, with a little pink vibrator between your legs, moaning and screaming his name while he watches you.
“There's no reason to be ashamed, you know,” he says in a quieter voice than before. Quieter. Steadier. Lower. Hoarse. Making you tremble. You press your lips together and dare to look at him through your fingers. He hasn't moved an inch, still standing in front of you, right next to the drawer. He looks at you with his grey eyes, as if he wants to see right through your soul.
“Shut it,” you whine, nodding toward the drawer. “You're humiliating me enough already.”
“Humiliating you?” he chuckles. “Why do you think that baby?”
“Black, I'm warning you.” You want it to sound like a threat, but your voice is too whiny, too high-pitched.
And then something changes in it. You see the moment so clearly, as if he were holding a neon sign with an arrow above his head. His expression changes into something you've never seen before. At least not towards you. The way he looks at you practically pins you to the bed.
As if he were hungry.
“Sirius, what are you...”
He leans forward, resting his hands on the bed, and the distance between you is now frighteningly small.
“I understand what you meant when you said it could be satisfying,” he says, looking at you as if searching for the answer in your face, “but somehow I still don't believe it.”
You swallow, trying to study his face as closely as possible, but the intensity of his gaze makes it almost impossible to bear.
“What...” You take a deep breath. “What do you mean?”
You see him lower his gaze, looking at your lower lip, which you have unconsciously caught between your teeth. And then he raises his hand, slowly, as if checking to see if you will stop him from making the move. But you don't even flinch, waiting to see what will happen. Excited and terrified at the same time.
He cups your face with his hand, brushing your lip with his thumb.
“I want you to show me,” he whispers.
Your heart stops.
Fuck.
He's your friend. Your best friend. But you've been looking at him differently for some time now. You fight these thoughts when you're around him, which is very often, and it's slowly driving you crazy.
You feel attracted to a guy you've known for over ten years. The way his dark hair curls at the ends, brushing his shoulders, makes you want to run your hands through it. The way his jeans hang low on his hips, held up by a belt, makes your blood boil.
“Sirius,” you practically whisper his name, not quite sure why you're doing it. Do you want to stop him? Do you want to encourage him? Do you want to grab his shirt and pull him toward you, kiss him on the lips, taste him on your tongue?
He smiles as if he can read your mind. As if those thoughts were written all over your face.
The face with subtitles, as he always says.
You're still kneeling on the bed, right in front of him, feeling the electric tension in the air. All you want right now is to feel his hands on your body, so much so that you have to squeeze your thighs together to create a little friction between them and relieve yourself a little.
“Already turned on by the thought, huh?” he asks with a smile. He saw it, of course he did. Nothing ever escapes his gaze.
And then several things happen at once: he leans forward, you lean forward, your lips meet in a hungry kiss, his hands move, and he shifts his weight to force you to change position. So that you are lying flat on your back. Now he is hovering over you, holding both hands on either side of your head.
He turns you on, kissing your lips, your jaw, your neck. He makes you sigh and moan quietly, while praising your skin with his tongue.
He makes you want more.
“Sirius,” you moan his name before you can stop yourself. You feel him smiling at your collarbone now.
“Yes, baby?”
You swallow, and this movement makes him shift his attention to your neck, running his tongue along its entire length.
“Do you want to tell me which one is your favourite?” he asks in a low, hoarse voice, the vibrations of which send shivers down your body.
“What?” you ask, snapping out of your moment of bliss. You raise your upper body, now leaning on your elbows, and look at him with a surprised expression.
He moves away from you slightly so he can look you in the eyes.
“Your collection, baby,” he says, nodding toward the open drawer. “I want to know which one is your favourite.”
You clench your teeth on the inside of your cheek. He looks at you so intensely that you feel as if he is looking deep into your soul. You know his eyes like your own. The colour of his irises, the shape of his eyelids, the length of his eyelashes. You love his eyes, you've always thought they were beautiful, but tonight there's something different about them. There's a sparkle in them that you haven't seen before.
There's desire in them.
Hunger.
And for just a second, for the blink of an eye, for one heartbeat, you decide to forget that he is your best friend.
“The little pink one,” you whisper.
He smiles mischievously and bites his lower lip, looking at your body, taking in the view, then reaches behind him and quickly pulls the little pink thing out of the drawer.
It looks so small between his long, slender fingers. The sight alone makes you clench your thighs. He's holding your clit stimulator.
Sirius is now holding your clit stimulator in his large hands.
Blood rushes to your face, making you blush so much that Black can't help but chuckle quietly.
“Pretty girl, suddenly so shy,” he murmurs, licking his lips.
You fall back, tilting your head so you don't have to look at him. It's bad enough to hear his heavy breathing and not spread your legs for him on command.
“I won't do anything unless you let me,” he says quietly, watching your embarrassment, but already brushing your calf with one finger. “Unless I hear,” he moves his finger higher, to your knee, and your chest rises with a deep breath, “you tell me I can.”
Fuck.
You want to tell him to do it. You want to tell him to take off your pants, touch you, kiss you, lick you. You can already feel the excitement between your legs, hot and sticky. You haven't been with a man in a long time, and now the most handsome man you know is leaning over you, wanting to please you.
Fuck.
You close your eyes, count to three in your head, and hear your own voice say, “Use it on me.”
You don't have to repeat it to him. You don't even have to lift a finger. Before you can blink, his slender fingers grab the edge of your sweatpants and pull them down along with your red lace panties. He doesn't do it slowly, he's not too gentle. His fingers are greedy and eager for action.
You feel the cool air hitting your wet body and you shiver, automatically trying to close your legs, but he puts his hands on your thighs, holding you in place.
Now he's practically fucking you with his eyes.
You look at him, and he watches your body with genuine admiration. As if you were a valuable, lost work of art, and he were a connoisseur.
“Look at yourself,” he moans, barely refraining from running his fingers over your body. Instead, he spreads your legs even wider and holds his breath. “Fuck, you're already wet.”
You would definitely blush if your face wasn't already red. You're so hot that your skin feels like it's on fire. You're melting in the clothes you have left on.
“Undress me,” you moan. You've already made one bad decision, so another, however reckless, won't make any difference. Besides... The idea of him, fully clothed, holding a vibrator against your naked body was somehow exciting. You want to let him take control of you.
You trust him.
“Do you want to show me your pretty tits?”
“Do you want to see them?”
He chuckles, putting the vibrator down for a moment.
“I've wanted this for a long time, baby.”
And just like that, he almost rips your shirt and bra off, leaving you with literally nothing on your body.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, looking you up and down. “Fucking perfection.”
His praise makes you moan. You can almost feel his gaze as a physical touch on your hot, burning skin, and when he actually touches you with the fingers you fantasized about in your dirty scenarios, you feel like you're about to go crazy. And he only cups one of your breasts, twisting your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You sigh, arching your back slightly, pressing yourself even closer to him.
He changes position. He kneels between your legs, stimulating your breast with one hand, reaching for a small pink thing with the other. You hear a familiar buzzing sound, the one that has accompanied you on many nights.
“Let's play.”
Sirius slowly, painfully slowly, brings the vibrator closer to your wet pussy, watching you moan and sigh. He touches you with it, and the air hits your clit with such force that you're already screaming his name.
“Oh yes, beautiful,” he whispers, looking at you with such admiration that you would probably melt under his gaze if you could only keep your eyes open. You arch your back even more, moving your hips to get more friction. This little thing imitates sucking, making you lose your mind. You love it. It's your little kink that you haven't told anyone about yet.
You love clit stimulation, but your ex never did it, even when you asked him to. You bought this stimulator long before you broke up with him. You didn't want to force him into it, but you really needed to satisfy your needs.
Sirius continues to play, moving his hand in small circles, intensifying the sensations on your body. His other hand is no longer playing with your breast, but you don't mind. You are in a trance, placing your hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them. Your head is tilted back, your eyes closed, and your lips slightly parted. The moans coming from them are like music to Sirius's ears.
He never thought he would see you like this, so vulnerable, so aroused, so beautiful. He could look at you forever. He knows that the image of you, falling apart before his eyes, will stay with him forever.
His beautiful, amazing best friend moans his name, and he can look at her naked body, absorb the whole image and never forget it. He will cherish this moment for the rest of his life, and if he died at this moment, he would die as the happiest man in the world.
“Black, I'm about to...” Your voice is interrupted by a loud moan escaping your lips. He knows you're close. Your hips arch again, your back bends into an arc, you breathe loudly and heavily. You squeeze your breasts harder, twist your nipples, and the mere sight of you makes his penis harden in his pants to the point that it hurts. His hard penis presses against the inside of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. He shifts, adjusting his cock in his pants and pressing harder with that small, innocent, yet powerful device against your clit. “Scream for me, baby.”
And you scream. You reach the edge and jump off it with such force that you see white spots before your closed eyes. You see stars. You clench your hands on your breasts, digging your nails into your skin, leaving semicircular marks on them. You scream his name without even thinking about what the neighbours might think. You're loud. Too loud.
And you don't care. You feel so fucking good that it can't even compare to the orgasm you can give yourself. And Sirius hasn't even touched you. He hasn't touched your hot pussy with his fingers, even though you'd much rather feel them there than a vibrator right now.
Maybe it's the thought of him watching you. Him drinking in your every moan, every sigh. Him completely dominating you at this moment, and you being at his mercy.
You're panting heavily and don't even notice when he reaches into the drawer and pulls something else out. Your orgasm subsides and you slowly calm your body, shuddering and moaning because the sensations are too intense for you now. Everything is too much, too strong, too hard.
“Sirius, please,” you say, trying to escape his touch by moving your hips sideways, but he quickly presses his hand against your stomach, holding you in place. “It's too much.”
“Then let's try something else then, okay, baby?”
The clit stimulation stops, giving you a moment of respite, so you fall back onto the mattress, trying to relax your muscles, but something else appears between your legs. Something that Sirius runs over your wet folds several times, brushing your clitoris, moistening it with your own juices.
You open your eyes, quickly looking first at him, completely absorbed in the sight of what his hands are doing, and then between your legs. Sirius slowly slides the fucking dildo into you.
“Fuck, Black,” you curse under your breath. You haven't recovered yet, and he's already filling you with another toy. You tilt your head back as the toy touches your G-spot and then gently withdraws.
“One more time,” he whispers, pushing harder, “and then I'll prove to you that this,” he pulls out the dildo and slides it back in, eliciting more moans, “is nothing compared to the satisfaction I'll give you, baby,” he pulls it out and slides it back in, hitting your sensitive spot once again.
And so, he fucks you with the dildo, and he does it so hard, so fast, and so skilfully that it doesn't take long before another orgasm hits you with even more force than the last one. Before you see stars under your eyelids again. Before you disturb your neighbours with your screams.
Before you reach out in a daze to touch the hard bulge between his legs with your hand, very excited to see if his penis will actually make you feel even better.
I'm actually not quite satisfied with this one. It's much shorter than the previous ones but since I haven't got much time the last couple of days, that all I managed to write.
♡ i think your house is haunted (and i think you should come live with me) (fluff + angst)
you return to the town you left when you were seven, where sirius still waits. the haunted house, the games, the make-believe, everything’s changed, except the way he makes love feel real. (6.8k)
♡ My Girl (fluff)
in which you overhear sirius call you his girl, as he makes it his mission to make you feel the most loved girl in the world. (3.1k)
Baby Fever (fluff)
sirius black hates kids. but when he sees you care for your niece aurora, something shifts. suddenly he’s catching a case of baby fever. (3.7k)
two extra candles and a wish (fluff + hurt/comfort)
in which your birthday feels forgotten, like every year before - until sirius shows up and reminds you what it means to be loved. (3.3k)
Share Your Girl (smut)
james and sirius have always shared everything; detentions, cigarettes, secrets. but there’s one thing sirius hasn’t shared. until he decided it's time. (8k)
♡ wish, wish, and a wish (hurt/comfort)
late one night, you and sirius slip away to stargaze. between quiet confessions and soft silences, he shares three wishes - and finally, the one he’s hidden for years. (3.4k)
cursed are the curls you tame (hurt/comfort)
you’ve always seen your curly hair as wild, but sirius notices your doubt and is determined to show you just how beautiful your untamed curls are. (2.5k)
♡ 'tis the damn season (hurt/comfort)
when your car breaks down on the way home for christmas eve, you're left with no choice but to call the last person you ever wanted to — your ex-boyfriend, sirius black. (5.2k)
braiding practice (fluff)
after complaining about not knowing how to braid hair, your boyfriend sirius offers to let you practice on his. (1.4k)
