marauders smuts/imagines

barbells between his teeth - sirius black

Summary: Sirius takes care of your piercings

Warnings: smut, sweet, oral, dirty talk, pain kink

"Pretty baby, d'you wait all night for this?"

You hummed your affirmation, eyes never leaving his.

"Let's not wait any longer then."

"You know I never really got a good look at 'em."

Sirius had apparated you onto your shared doorstep. You had regained some of your sanity on the dizzying journey home and had given him the cold shoulder for teasing you so mercilessly.

"And whose fault is that?" you said as you shoved past him heading in and hanging your bag on the coat rack. His gaze followed you across the hall to the bedroom, taking your cold demeanor for a challenge. He caught up, hot on your heels as you flitted around the bedroom, picking clothes from your dresser. He cornered you at the dresser, putting his hands on either side of the opened drawer, effectively boxing you in.

"C'mon love, I just got a little excited, you can understand that can't you?"

You ducked under his arm quickly and walked to your shared bathroom, never saying a word.

He faltered for a minute, you were usually so quick to forgive! Nevertheless he persisted, running to grab your wrist and pull you towards before you could make it to the bathroom. You tried to push against his chest, but he held tight with a smirk on his face. You struggled a moment more before going lax against his chest with a resigned huff, looking into his eyes.

"My sweet girl, I know you're cross with me. Let me make it up to you?" He said with a smirk, the apples of his cheeks prominent as his face conveyed no remorse whatsoever.

Your eyes cut into a glare and you chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before responding,

"And how do you plan to do that?"

His eyebrow quirked up before he inches closer to your ear,

"I know you're hurting sweets, just let me take care of them? I'll do such a good job for you."

As he said this, his large hands moved to massage your shoulders, threatening to make their way down to your aching chest.

Your resolve came crumbling down as his hands worked at you and his lips remained locked on your ear, sucking and kissing the skin there. As you tried to turn away, his hand came up to hold your face, gentle yet firm with his grip on your jaw.

His lips made their way to your neck before stopping. You felt a puff of air against your neck and realized he was chuckling into the skin there.

"What's so funny?

"Do you know how silly you look, all mad and pouty with my cum drying on your tits?"

With this, you pushed him off with a snort, the two of you breaking into a fit of laughter. You share a look, your eyes cutting into a mock glare and him following suit.

You turned back around to head into the bathroom before calling out over your shoulder,

"Coming?"

He threw his head back with a triumphant laugh before jogging in after you, like an excited puppy.

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"For the record, this is only because you're better with healing spells."

Sirius had lifted you up to sit on the bathroom counter and was standing between your legs, "to get a better angle for healing" or so he says.