Art Deco

oxytocin; chapter two

pairing- dark!sirius black x virgin!reader
warnings- 18+ content, dark themes, non-con, religious imagery, alcohol
 a/n- please read this at your own risk. if such topics make you uncomfortable, don't interact.

a black leather collar around your throat, the wood of sirius' floor digging into the bare skin of your knees, you were on your knees, thighs together batting your eyelashes at him. his hand slowly lazily pumped his cock, as you admired him. sturdy thighs, soft lining of abs, the flex of his biceps with every movement. you saw his long hair tickling his neck, concealed tattoos. there were splatters of black ink on almost every part of his body. you watched a vein popping out of his neck, his jaw clenched. you watched the rings on his slender fingers, the prodding veins on his large hand, the muscles of his forearms flexing as he pumped his cock.

the coarse material tied on your wrists, put your hands together, roughness of the ropes scratched into your skin. you whimpered, shifting uncomfortably, as the cool metal of cuffs clinked against your ankles. your nipples had clips on them, metal strings connecting them together. the string intertwined with the collar around your neck-the leather of the collar further connected with a gag put between your parted lips. saliva drooled over on the plastic ball, which acted as a gag. the warm liquid flowed down to your lips, to your neck, on your collarbones, spread over your bare chest. a (for now) dead vibrator was tied to your thigh, the tip of the vibrator touching your clit perfectly. a black jewel hung out of the hole of your ass, the plug fit snug and tight into your virgin hole.

sirius cooed, the movement of his hands stopping. he kneeled down to your level, and still somehow, towered over you. his slender fingers made quick work of the gag, collar and the nipple clips. he tugged off the gag off the collar, and the leather which was around the circumference of your mouth hung to it's weigh on your nipples. you hissed as he tugged the clips off your nipples, leaving you only in the collar. his fingers caressed your sensitive, hardened nubs as he pressed his lips to the bare skin of your collar. he sank his teeth into your skin, lapping at the bitten area when you moaned and bucked your hips.

slowly moving his lips down to your neck, to your throat, he smeared his lips and the marks of his teeth every where possible. his tongue worked around your nipple, as you let your soft hums of arousing pleasure. you clenched your walls, rubbed your thighs, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. his finger slipped between your thighs, the vibrator buzzing into life. you shrieked at the sudden jerking against your clit, as he caught your cross necklace between his teeth. smirking, he licked between your breasts, as you bucked your hips, trying to gain more of the blissful friction. his finger moved up and down the slit of your cunt, tongue sucking on the skin between the flesh of your breasts.

sirius slipped his middle and index finger inside you without warning, and your clenching, needy walls, welcomed him with prolonged bliss. vibrator against your clit, sirius' fingers pumping in and out of your hole at a slow pace, you whimpered at the coil of sinful joy bubbling inside you with fury. he curled his fingers, deep inside you and you let a high-pitched whimper at his action. a fuzz started to settle inside your head, as you chased your sinful release with the pumps of his fingers and the curl of his fingers. the vibration on your clit and the movement of his fingers bought you so...so close to the edge.

'tell me, tell me you like to do things god doesn't approve of?' he muffled his sound against your cross pendant. you shrieked, shaking your head at his words, denying him. in an instant, the vibrator was off, sirius' fingers out of your cunt, cutting off any forms of stimulation for the release you were chasing. his fingers reached your sore cheek and jaw, caressing the skin. slowly, he took his hand back, before meeting your cheek in a harsh slap, your eyes brimming tears. he scrunched up your face in a pout, and flicked his tongue on your lips, tasting the taste of your saliva and tears.