Marauders Smut

Sirius Black

Content :  slight mocking, throat-fucking, teasing, pet names, thigh-riding, rough sex

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I was horny.

I didn't know what was going on with my body recently, but I was constantly in the mood for sex. My sex drive was naturally high anyway and, pairing that with whatever was happening to me, I was a mess.

My boyfriend - Sirius Black - loved it.

His sex drive, which surpassed mine, was a shock to me when we first started dating. It would've scared anyone off who didn't share his love for sex. Luckily, I did.

So, here I was, sat on the Gryffindor couch with my head in Sirius' lap. He was talking to his friends, which frustrated me to no end. The bulge that was pressing against my cheek did nothing but make me wish his friends - and everyone else in this common room - would piss off.

I rubbed my face against his crotch, desperate to have his cock buried down my throat and making a mess of my face.

Instead, I was being ignored completely. If it wasn't for his hand running through my hair (which he occasionally wrapped around his hand), I would assume he had forgotten I was even there.

I turned on my back, looking up at him. "I'm going to lie down upstairs. Kinda tired."

He nodded, pushing from my hair from my face with smile. "Go to our dorm."

I nodded, saying bye to the boys before making my way into their dorm. I groaned loudly as I settled on Sirius' bed. Feelings of fatigue were non-existent; I just wanted my boyfriend to touch me.

Looking towards the closed door, I bit my lip as I slid my hand down my waistband. If my boyfriend wasn't going to touch me, I would do it myself. I didn't need him.

Moans escaped me as I brushed my fingers over my clit, my hips rising to meet the pressure I was being offered. My thighs were pushing together, the only thing stopping them being my hand. The action was delicate, yet with the perfect amount of pressure to have my head thrown back against my boyfriend's pillows.

The door swung open.

Fuck.

I stopped my movements yet refused to remove my hand from my underwear. My eyes were half shut with lust and pleasure, making my boyfriend's figure barely recognisable. Sirius shut the door behind him, making his way further into the room.

I wasn't scared that he had found me like this, leaving me to question if I wanted him to find me all along. If anything, I was annoyed that my pleasure had been interrupted.

He tsked, shaking his head. "I thought you were tired, kitten. Didn't think I would find you touching that pretty, little pussy on my bed."

As Sirius prowled towards me, he unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his arms and dropping it on the floor. I was blessed with the sight of his abs and the V-line that led to what I wanted but was unfortunately covered by his clothing.

I moaned at his words, my thighs clenching around my hand.

He tapped his two fingers against my knee, causing them to fall apart, exposing myself to him. He chucked lowly, "you can't even do it right, baby."

Sirius gripped my waistband, pulling my bottoms down my legs and throwing them behind him, all whilst I stared at him with lust-filled eyes. He removed my underwear next, tucking them into his pocket with a smirk.

"Let me have a look, kitten." I widened my legs, revealing the dripping mess that lay between my thighs.

He lightly slapped my pussy twice, drawing a whimper from my lips. "Please."