Toxic! Sirius taking the readers virginity but him not knowing until after they have sex. Obviously pre-breakup!
wait but what if it was post-breakup…
toxic!sirius somehow finding out that he was your first after you broke up and suddenly he’s extremely obsessed with that… like he doesn’t like you anymore, he’s completely uninterested but the thought of someone else fucking you just triggers something in him. every time you get even remotely close to a guy he comes crawling back to you, sending you texts and loving gestures that have your heart fluttering the hope that he will get back together with you growing. he always ends up convincing you to sleep with him, telling you that no one will ever fuck you as good as he does and you don’t know any better because you’ve never been with anyone else…
even better if he never even satisfies you… he always leaves you frustrated because he only fucks you for his satisfaction. as soon as he cums he pulls out while you lay spent but so close to an orgasm you’ll never get…
What I Think of You - Toxic!Ex!Sirius x Reader (Part One)
AN - Hello! sorry it's been a minute since I last posted but I had an itching to write a toxic Sirius fic and really enjoyed writing this. It's pretty much just them arguing but I want to do a part 2 to it with toxic!reader (maybe with some smut) so let me know if you guys enjoyed this!
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Contains: toxic!sirius, arguing, swearing, mentions of alchohol and drinking, mentions of sex (no actual smut in this part)
Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, pounding heavily on the pavement and filling the air with an earthy, damp scent. The sky had darkened rapidly on her way home, now covered almost entirely with dense, black clouds. Y/N heaved a sigh of relief as she entered her apartment building, ready to find solace in her flat after a particularly long day.
She kicked off her shoes as soon as she was through the door, hastily shedding her damp coat and hanging on the hook to dry. ‘Exhausted’ felt like an understatement; she wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the sofa and unwind for a few hours.
“Long day, love?” a voice rang out from the living room. Y/N spun around rapidly, her heart pounding in her chest at the sudden noise.
“What the fuck are you doing in my flat?” Her arms folded across her chest, Y/N stared down at her ex-boyfriend who sat confidently on her sofa.
“Our flat.” he corrected her, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. The dim light from the lamp on the side table cast eerie shadows across his face, accentuating the smug smirk playing on his lips.
“It hasn’t been ‘our’ flat since I kicked you out six months ago.” Y/N countered; her tone sharp.
“Technicalities.” Sirius waved his hand flippantly.
He reached over to the coffee table, picking up the whisky glass that was already halfway empty and bringing it to his lips. The clinking of ice against glass filled the silence. The dark liquid swirled within the glass as he took a leisurely sip, his gaze never leaving Y/N’s.
Sirius lounged back against the cushions, his legs spread wide, his posture oozing nonchalance. Y/N’s jaw clenched as she fought to regain her composure, refusing to let her cold demeanour slip and let him see how his unexpected presence unsettled her.
“What do you want, Sirius?” she narrowed her eyes at him, “Actually, how did you even get in? I thought I took your key off you the last time that you showed up unwanted?”
“You seem to forget that I know where you keep the spare key,” he swilled the contents of his glass, “I just thought I’d drop by, see how you’ve been holding up without me.”
Y/N silently cursed herself for being so stupid and not removing the key from its hiding spot.
“I’ve been doing just fine, thank you very much.” she replied, her jaw clenching as she forced the words out. Every single cell in her body wanted her to lash out, scream at him and demand that he leaves and never return. She didn't, she crossed the room to sit in the armchair adjacent to where Sirius was splayed out on the sofa.
Sirius tilted his head at her, his eyes raking over her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The familiarity of his gaze made her stomach hurt.
“You can’t just waltz back in here like nothing happened.”
“Can’t I?” his voice was as smooth as silk, “I seem to remember a time when you couldn’t get enough of me. Practically begging me to come over and fuck-”
“Fuck you, Sirius.” she spat, her face contorting with disgust.
Sirius chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes as he shook his head at her. Rising from his seat, he sauntered over to the drinks cabinet with an air of entitlement. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and another glass, setting them down on the table with a dull thud.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls.” he remarked, his tone betraying a hint of irritation between the veneer of indifference. He removed the cap from the bottle and dropped it so it clattered against the table. He filled his own glass, the then other and pushed it towards Y/N.
“Because you keep calling me twenty times a day.” Y/N said hotly, “Move on, Sirius.”
“Move on?” he barked out a laugh, “Yeah, you’d know a lot about that, wouldn’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N reached for her drink and near enough drained the glass in a single gulp. The liquor burned as she swallowed it down, but at least it made Sirius slightly tolerable.
“You seemed to have moved on pretty quick when you found someone else to warm your bed.” Sirius finished, his voice dripping with venom.
Sirius’s emotions had suddenly shifted, his cool, calm demeanour switching to cold and hard. His face twisted into a sneer as he looked down his nose at her, his lips curled up in disgust.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N avoided his eyes as she reached for the bottle, refilling her glass.
“Oh, darling, don’t play dumb with me.” his face softening into a sickly, sweet grin, “After all, I’m the one that knows you best, aren’t I? The one who knows all your little secrets.”
“I don’t have any secrets.” she denied, gripping onto her drink so tightly that the etchings on the glass left an imprint on her palm.
“We both know how quickly you moved on to the next as soon as I was out of the picture.”
Y/N’s chest tightened at his words, a surge of anger coursing through her. She refused to let him see how deeply his words cut her.
“That’s rich, coming from you. You’d fuck anything with a pulse. We both know that.”
“That’s not a very nice way to speak about yourself.” Sirius drawled.
“Don’t twist my words. You know exactly what I meant.” her voice was laced with frustration.
The room seemed to crackle with tension as they locked eyes with each other, the air was thick with unresolved emotions and bitter accusations. The rain outside still poured, pattering against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the storm brewing inside. Each tick of the clock served as a reminder of the fragile balance hanging in the air. Y/N’s chest heaved with each breath, her pulse pounding in her ears. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist.
“You always did have a sharp tongue.” Sirius broke the silence, his tone dripping with condescension.
“And you always had a knack for manipulation.” she shot back.
A flicker of something unreadable flashed across Sirius’s face before he regained his composure, “Is that what you think of me, darling? Just a manipulator.”
“You know damn well what I think of you.”
The accusation hung heavy in the air, and the expression on Sirius’s face nearly made her regret saying it. With a defiant lift of her chin, she looked at Sirius with a stoney expression.
“Get out.”
“Fine.” he said, his voice laced with thinly veiled contempt, “But we both know that this isn’t over.”
Sirius slammed the front door shut behind him – just for old time’s sake.
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"Miss Y/L/N," Professor Black stared down at you condescendingly, "There's nothing I can do. You're underperforming."
"I'm trying my best," Your voice shakily wobbles, tears brimming in your eyes as you try to keep your composure at the sight of the F on your paper, "I really am! I-I thought I got the answers right." You bit your lip, eyes scanning your paper and second-guessing the information you thought you knew.
"I suggest you study more, Miss Y/L/N. It would be a shame for you to fail this class."
"But I have been studying," You sobbed, a single tear streaking down your cheeks that you messily wiped away, "You don't understand!"
"You can't have studied too hard," Professor Black scoffed down at your test paper, "I believe what's best for you would be a monitored study period."
"What does that mean?" Your voice was thick with emotion as you glanced wearily up at your professor.
"It's glorified detention," The professor drawled, his tattooed hand reaching for your paper, "I'll sit at my desk while you read, so I can make sure you're making an effort to improve."
"When would you want me to come in?" You sniffle, eyes averted from the red F on the front so that you wouldn't have to see it again.
"Let's do an hour right now," The professor settled behind his desk, feet already propped up on the wood as he reclined in his chair, "Now get to work."
"Oh," You floundered, "I can't do right now. I've got-"
"Is there something more important than my class?" Professor Black leaned forwards, eyes narrowed slightly as his feet came back to rest on the floor.
"No, no! No, I just..." Your voice trailed off the more he stared accusatorily at you, shrinking back into your seat as you grabbed your book, "I think now will work fine."
Your reflection stared back at you from the vanity mirror in front of you. The red lipstick you had kissed onto it was as fresh and intricate as it was when your stepbrother had pushed your face into the mirror as he fucked you ruthlessly from behind.
Your heart fluttered at the memory.
Sirius sure did love you. He confided you. You were the only person he could think to go to when he needed to cool off, to bring himself back down to earth. He told you so himself. And he’d never lie. The warm crevice in between your legs was the only cure for Sirius, made just for him.
You smiled at your reflection and picked up your lipgloss, applying a thin coat to your plump lips. You deemed your appearance appropriate and stood to leave, grabbing your coat and skipping out of your bedroom and down the stairs.
You bid your father and stepmother goodbye and began your journey downtown for your date.
Remus was close friends with your stepbrother. He had asked you to join him on a date and you giddily agreed. Of course you had asked him if Sirius was aware and okay with the date but Remus had dismissed you and ensured you it was okay. So here you were, locking hands with your stepbrothers best friend.
“You look lovely today, darling,” he said lowly into your ear.
You felt your cheeks get warm, Sirius had helped you pick out the pretty white dress that adorned your body. He had chosen it and praised you all night as you wore it in his bed. It had take you ages to get all the cum out of the delicate fabric.
“Thank you, Remmy,” you responded, shyly looking down at your figure. “Thought you’d like it.”
He smiled down at you, his hand squeezing yours as you guided you towards the ice cream parlor.
You licked happy at your vanilla ice cream cone when Remus pulled out a camera. You smiled at him as he messed with it, sitting in silence as he concentrated. Soon enough, the camera was pointed into your direction. Remus looked at you through the lens, as you bashfully hid your face with a giggle as he snapped a few photos.
Remus was taking a lot of photos of you. He said you were his little model, his muse. He posed you every which way, smirking as the you heard the camera click over and over. You were so glad you were able to hold his attention like you were.
“Y’look beautiful in this one,” he said, tilting the camera towards you. It was a photo of you bent over the railing of a bridge, smiling brightly with your ice cream cone. Your hair had flown into your face, but not enough to hide your cheerful expression, the sticky vanilla ice cream aided your hair, making it stick to your lips. Your ice cream was melting quicker than you were able to eat it. Sticky, white, sugary cream ran down your hands, coating them in a thick layer. Your arms pressed your tits into each other, making them peak out of the top of your dress. Your white lacy bra gleaming in the sun. Your dress had also ridden up the the back, your panties peaking just slightly through, the white cotton material accentuating the curve of your ass.
You flushed again, oblivious to his preying eyes and malicious smirk. “We ought to show, y’brother. Hm?”
You nodded quickly, “mhm, Siri loves this dress.”
“I bet he does, sweet girl.”
Within seconds your phone was bombarded with missed calls and texts from Sirius, commanding you to come home. Though, you’d never know. Remus had taken your phone from you for safekeeping, he knew how often you misplaced it.
Remus ran his hand up and down your thigh as he drove you home, stopping just below your core, and making his way back down. You watched his hand shakily, hoping he’d reach for your pussy.
His hand rested on your upper thigh for a few seconds. You shifted in your seat, causing his fingers to press into your panties. You let out a shaky breath, “please.”
“Please?” He repeated, his eyes focused on the road.
“Please touch me, Remmy. Please.”
Remus’ finger flicked at your clit, cashing you to jolt upwards. “Y’brother wouldn’t like this very much.”
You tried to ignore him, moving your hips slightly to cause what little friction his fingertip could provide. But Sirius upset expression flashed in your brain. You whined loudly and halted your movements, using your hands to hide your face.
Sirius wouldn’t do this to you, would he? Why were you here begging to be touched by his friend when Sirius was the only one that could help you? You were supposed to be a good sister.
You felt Remus’ hand find refuge in between your legs, his hand cupping your wet cunt under your panties. You felt yourself throb against him. Tears welled up in your eyes.
Remus rubbed circles into your clit with the the little movement he was able to do between your clenched thighs. It felt so good. You let out a cry, tears streamed down your face and you knew your mascara was creating black streaks on your cheeks.
You involuntarily opened your thighs, the sensation of Remus’ rough hands on your little pussy making your mind hazy form pleasure. “Rem,” you cried.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked, giving your clit a light pinch.
“Mhm,” you replied. Sirius taught you good manners. Always be thankful for what you’re given.
You writhed in your seat as Remus nonchalantly drove. You turned to look at him, your chest heaving. You eyes locked on his lips. They weren’t as plump as Sirius’.
You puckered your lips as you whined, aching for a kiss. Remus looked at you and smirked, “need a kiss? Hm?”
You whined again, leaving towards him, painfully stretching your body over the center console. He took his eyes off the road and gave you a slow, sensual kiss. It felt different than kissing Sirius.
Sirius would take your face into his hands, squeezing your cheeks together or grabbing your jaw or your neck, he’d kiss you roughly, messily, hungrily. Remus was slow and composed.
Your lips chased his as he pulled away, his eyes fixing themselves on the road as he pinched your clit again, making you whine again.
You felt yourself getting closer. Your hips began to buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as he worked in sync with you. You came with a loud whine. You felt Remus continue his movements, his fingers helping you through your orgasm.
He removed his fingers and moved them close to your mouth. You opened it obediently, lapping your tongue over his rough fingers and sucking them clean.
Remus hummed, “trained you well, did he?”
You nodded, “Siri’s a good brother.”
Remus simply smiled, resting his hand on your knee for the rest of the ride.
He pulled up to your house and you immediately noticed the lack of cars in the driveway. Sirius’ motorcycle was the only vehicle parked outside your home. You felt tears prick your eyes again, he’d be so disappointed if he found out what Remus had done to you.
Remus stopped the car and gave your knee a squeeze. You turned to look at him, teary-eyed, lip quivering. He smirked slightly, “y’should head inside. Sirius’ been looking for you.” He handed your phone back to you.
You switched it on, seeing the notifications of missed calls and texts. Your tears fell and you let out a sob. You wanted to be a good sister. Remus lifted your wet face with his hands and wiped your tears with his fingertips. He stared down at your messy face, tears stained black, your lipstick smudged down to your chin. You looked into his eyes, taking in the mix of honey brown and forest green of his eyes to compose yourself.
He pulled you in for another slow kiss. He sucked on your tongue and you whined, giving into him again. He let out a chuckle and pulled away, “so easy.”
You didn’t acknowledge what he had said, you continued to stare at him as he nudged you and nodded towards your house.
You frowned and exited the car, looking back at him for approval. He nodded and you walked to the front door.
You hesitated, placing your hand on the doorknob for a few seconds before actually working up the courage to open it. You felt on the verge of tears again.
The house was silent. You kicked off your shoes and hung your purse, waiting to hear a noise. Nothing.
“Siri?” You called, still standing in the doorway.
“Now you wanna speak to me?” Your head turned to your left towards his voice.
Your lips quivered. “M’sorry.”
He scoffed, “m’sorry.” He mocked your tone and began to walk towards you.
You shifted in your spot and looked down at the floor.
“Spent the day with Remus? Hm, whore?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you. You didn’t respond, afraid tears would fall at any moment.
He gripped your chin harshly and forced your head up. You stared at him through murky eyes. He shook his head at you and you whimpered, “not a good little sister. Y’just a filthy slut,” he spit.
You let out a sob, shaking your own head, “no, Siri, m’sorry.”
“You just go around and fuck my friends, hm? Let him fuck you, huh?” His grip tightened.
“No! Didn’t,” you cried, wrapping one of you hands around his.
“Aw,” he mocked, pouting, “he didn’t fuck your stupid little cunt?”
You shook your head, trying to pry his hands away from your face. He took his free hand and slapped you. You cried in pain. “Don’t push me away, slut.”
You dropped your hands and frowned at him, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” your tears were seemingly never ending. You couldn’t think about what you must look like. Hair in disarray and makeup ruined.
He mocked you again, joining in as you chanted sorry after sorry. He lead you to the couch, the material grazing your thighs. His hand moved to your throat where he applied pressure, cutting off your air way just enough to make you dizzy. “Bet you wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you?”
You shook your head and he squeezed harder. “Only… you,” you croaked out, breathless.
“Me? I don’t think you thought about me while you were with Remus, baby. Showing him everything that’s mine,” he moved closer to you, his teeth gritted as he spoke.
You leaned into his touch, so ready to give into him. He chuckled darkly, “such a slut for your stepbrother.”
He took his hands off your throat. As you caught your breath, Sirius hiked up dress. He gave your pussy a hard slap, “mine.”
You felt yourself become wet. He moved your panties to the side, stopping abruptly. “Did he touch you?”
You paused. He looked at you and pushed you down onto the couch, pulling your panties off hurriedly. A year fell from your eyes as he looked up at you from in between your legs as he finished his inspection on your pussy.
“You let him,” he scoffed. “Dirty whore.”
You let out a sob, “sorry. Only played with my clit, I promise.”
“I promise,” he mimicked. “Y’not a good little sis.”
You cried harder, covering your face with your hands.
He flipped you over roughly, giving your ass a hard slap. “Gonna show you. No one is better than y’brother.”
You cried, shaking your head. You didn’t like it when he was angry. He hurt you. He went too deep, too rough.
He laughed darkly, “don’t care what you want, love.”
You heard him take his pants off behind you. His cock hit your clit, you jolted. He spit on your folds, using his fingers to split you open. “Don’t want this dirty pussy.”
He fingers brushed over your ass, his fingers prodding at the right hole. You squirmed, trying to get away. He smacked your ass again roughly. “Bet Remus didn’t touch you here, did he?”
You shook your head, “no, Siri, please.”
You felt the head of his cock take place of his finger. He didn’t bother to prep you. He wanted to see you in pain for what you did. You tried to move away, crying loudly.
He pushed his cock in, taking in the tightness of your virgin hole and the way your face contorted at the painful stretch. He pushed himself in, staying still for you to adjust. It’s the least he could do.
You shut your eyes tightly, the feeling of Sirius’ big cock in your ass was new and unfamiliar. It hurt beyond belief. But it was for the best, you’re sure. You betrayed him and all he did was love you. Your stepbrother loved you.
Sirius began to thrust in and out of you, the tightness of your hole drawing him close to the edge quicker than normal. He knew he wouldn’t last. “You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing hold of your hair.
You nodded, turning to look at him as he pulled you up by your hair. “Yours.”
“Y’get fucked by your stepbrother, huh slut? And y’like it,” he grabbed hold of your jaw again, opening your mouth by squeezing your cheeks together as he fucked you. He spit into your mouth as you whined against him.
Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, the pain becoming pleasurable. “Mm,” you moaned, swallowing his spit. He groaned, picking up his pace. You clenched, not used to the change of pace. He groaned loudly, his thrusts slowing down momentarily.
“Gonna cum,” he admitted, thrusting ruthless into you. You moaned, arching into him. A warm sensation filled your body, warming you to your core. Sirius pushed you away from him, onto the couch as he pulled out. He smacked your ass again, “bad girls don’t cum.”
Sirius grunts, eyes trained on the computer screen in front of him. He removes one of his hands from your head to tuck his hair behind his ears. The pornographic moans of women and slapping of skin on skin blast out of the speakers.
You gag around him, hitting his thighs as a signal for him to slow down his brutal thrusts. You know he won’t but it doesn’t stop you from trying.
Lewd, wet noises from his cock slipping in and out of your throat get louder as he speeds up. You whimper and gag, gripping his thighs.
“Shut up,” he grits, “you’re gonna make me go soft.”
toxic!guitarist!sirius gets a little too close to his groupies after your fights. he flirts, gropes, and gives them meaningless kisses for showing support just like he did to you before you started dating to remind you that you’re disposable.
he revels in your huffs and puffs. in the furrowed brows and crossed arms as you watch him pressed against another person, making a show for everyone around. but what could you say? you had broken up.
but after yet another nasty breakup, toxic!bassist!remus had enough. he convinced you to fight fire with fire.
he had you perched in his lap, tongues shoved in each other's throats. one of his hands was groping your ass, while the other held the back of your neck.
sirius shoved the girl sucking on his collarbone away, ignoring her scoff. he eyed your circling hips over his friend's obviously hard cock. your sweet whimpers reached his ears, causing a reaction in him. you're his. no one else's. he widened his legs, feeling tightening in his pants.
remus moved against your heat, relieving the ache in his groin. he swallowed your whine, delivering a quick but hard slap to your ass. he cracked open an eye, feeling his cock jump at the sight of the daggers sirius was shooting in your direction.
