Art Deco

peppers

pairing: sirius black X reader
warnings: 18+ content, a lot of feelings, smoking, modern au!. let me know if i should add more. requests open <3
 A/N- based on a dream i had 🤫

the thick mist of sleep hung low in your eyelids as his cock pulsed in and out rhythmically out of your cunt. his lips ravaged yours, the scent of jasmine lulling you into an ecstasy of falling deeper, searching within yourself. you tugged at his hair, slowly moving your hips against his, the roughness of his pubic hair sensitive on your clit. the warmth of the sun poured through the windows, the softness of the cotton smooth against your back. your throat ripped out a guttural moan, your fingers digging into his locks as your eyes roll back to your skull. he digs his fingers into your waist, pulling you close as you feel your walls fluttering around him, the coil of orgasm boiling in your stomach.

whispering slowly, his name, in his ears, you release the coil in the pit of your stomach which lurches as your nipples perk, chest heaving slowly. he lets out a moan.

'sirius,' you croon, closing your eyelids as you feel him finishing inside you. his fingertips dig into your hips, as he falls on you, his tired body cowering yours, chest heaving with yours.

he pecks you on your lips, tucking stray hairs behind your ears, looking into your eyes. he croons your name and for a moment, you think you see something more that 'fuck buddies' behind his gray irises.

'that was better," he says, now falling beside you.

'than?' you question stretching out your limbs. you see his raven locks on spread out on his tattooed chest, the sweat clinging upon his porcelain skin, the scars from parental abuse. sunlight basks his face and his tender lips curl into a smile.

'than how you fuck when you are drunk.'

'ouhh,' you smirk, 'i s'ppose you have a thing for drunk doms?'

red taints his cheeks as he laughs, the depth of his laugh enlightening a fire inside your stomach. you smile, and get up from the bed.

staring out the window you stare. the warmth of the breeze flushes the curves on your body. you don't care about the glass windows, the potential someone could be staring at your completely naked body.

'hey,' he calls out 'do you wanna give them neighbours a show or something?' he asks.

you turn around to face him. a cigar drooped low from between his lips, a thin shirt clinging onto his frame, gray sweatpants hanging low on his thin waist.

'why'd you care?' you question him back. a flash of sadness appears in his eyes, but as soon as it does, it disappears. he smiles instead, offering you a comb.

'braid my hair,' he says, exhaling out smoke from his nostrils. you raise your eyebrow questioningly,

'braid it.' he said, a firm tone stitched in his voice.

'uhm? okay..if you insist,' you say, taking the comb from his grasp. 'only once though.' you add.

'hmm' he whispers, holding your hand. he sits on his bed, guiding you to his lap.

you sit down on his lap, your naked thighs wrapping around his waist. his fingers rake on your body, and you shiver, your fingers slightly tremble as you pass the comb through his silky locks. he pouts your lips, exhaling smoke into your mouth. you cough, jerking away from his grip. he removes the cigar from between his lips, and extinguishing it, he sighs.

he buries his face into your shoulder, as his warm breath fades over your neck. you sigh contently, separating his hair into three intersections. he hums under his breath, his fingertips cold on your back. your nipples perk up upon the contact, and he pushes you closer to his chest. you feel heat bubbling inside you but you don't say anything. you interlock the sections of hair, enjoying the silence and the sensuality of his touches.

he removes his face from your shoulder, his hands resting at your hips. he looks into your eyes, his gray ones pouring into you, and for a moment you think, or you do see a hint of softness in them.

'i love you' he whispers. goosebumps erupt on your skin, collywobbles in your stomach. your heart skips beats, you stare at him blank. you feel as if your tongue has been tied. he looks at you, genuinely.

'no,' you tremble as his grip tightens on your waist, 'you don't. no one does, and we,' you look away from his eyes as you feel your eyes burning, 'are nothing but fuck buddies.' he sighs, melancholia engraved in his tone as he speaks,

'i really do. trust me.'

'you haven't really left many reasons for me to do that.' you elaborate. you don't look into his eyes. his fingers travel up your chin, holding your face.

'i do. please a chance,' he says ' i know i've made my mistakes in the past. but i-' he exhales and you watch a teardrop roll down his porcelain skin. instinctively, you wipe it. '-i deeply regret them.' he finishes, looking into your eyes for answers like a kid.

'you do?' you ask. he stifles, 'i do.'

you consider him for a moment and he asks next,

'stay?' meaning more than just a fling.

you bury your face into his shoulders, taking in his scent. you smile against his skin as you whisper

'yes' you say, meaning more than just a fling. 'cause, i'm in love.' you say, watching goosebumps kiss you skin. you chuckle, happy at the affect you have on him.

i hope you liked this :)