Instantly, you regret not closing your shutters the night before when the morning light floods your room and wakes you up. You squeeze your eyes shut with a long-suffering groan from the pit of your stomach, strained with sleep and rasp.
You feel the weight of Sirius's arm thrown over your back, where his palm presses into the bare skin of your spine, and then you remember why you hadn’t any energy left to get up and do it.
You remember how the walls had carried the noises the both of you had made, trying to swallow every pant and whisper of loving words that were sure to have carried across the ceramic tiles throughout your home and out the windows that Sirius had convinced you to leave open.
I want everyone to hear you, baby. Want them to hear how well you take me. How you’re all mine.
You smile at the memory of his words. How he had treated you last night. Touched you like you were made of glass, said things you’d have trouble repeating yourself. Kissed you like you were on fire and his lips were the only thing that could put you out.
You shuffle and Sirius pulls his arm from you and into his side, a scrunch of disappointment on his face. Your limbs ache and there’s a throbbing still between your legs, a pinch in your abdomen. You reach your arms above your head and your naked chest presses into his bicep when your back clicks.
You shudder, Sirius rouses, and there’s a moment where he forgets himself. Face frowning, scanning the room until he finds you. Then it sets in. His tired eyes blink until they brighten and there’s a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“Hey,” You smile too, fingers coming up to wrap around his arm. His skin is warm under your fingertips and you squeeze hoping some of it will seep into you.
“Hey.” He echoes, voice a little hoarse and scratchy. He blinks again before saying, “Hey, sweetheart.” You want to reach out and hug him, but despite his tired mind, he beats you to it. Strong arms leaning out and snaking under your ribs and over your back until he’s sure your close enough. Chest to chest.
You bend your leg until it’s thrown over his thigh, your centre pressed snug against his hip. You’re both naked and neither of you mind. He welcomes it in fact and you just hope he doesn’t move too much.
His hand comes down to trace up and down the length of your leg, “How you feeling?” His voice breaks the blanket of silence, cutting through the shushing of sheets and his skin on yours.
“Good.” You kiss his chest lazily, parting your lips to speak, “Really good.” Your voice is a whisper against his skin and the vibrations cause him to shiver.
“I’m glad.” You can hear the smile on his lips and feel the warmth of his breath where it fans over the top of your head. You press further into him, cheek flat against his pec.
“You? Feeling okay?” You question, looking up through the fan of your eyelashes. Eyes droopy with sleep, fluttering along your cheeks.
“Never better.” His lips find their home on your forehead, pecking quickly and lovingly. A wet smear left behind. You dip forward to wipe it on his skin and he chuckles. A hearty sound that reverberates through you. You close your eyes, content in your position.
He shifts against the bed and his thigh creates a pressure up against your centre, with a brush of leg hair and soft skin. You clutch his bicep and gasp into the dip in his chest, clamping your leg around his. Sensitive and jumpy.
Sirius laughs, teasing. “That noise was cute,” he rubs your back, “Hmm?
”Though he can’t see you, you glare at him, shuddering where his hand travels down the dip of your spine, smattered in red marks, over the swell of your ass. “Sirius.” To you, it sounds like a light warning. To him, it sounds like encouragement.
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Harry Potter characters X reader smut
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