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Includes: cocky, arrogant, somewhat toxic sirius. swearing. unprotected sex. choking. slight degradation and just other general filth.
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"I knew you'd come tonight." Sirius drawled, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He handed his guitar to one of the roadies, his skin glistening with sweat from the bright stage lights and made his way over to her.
"Didn't have anything better to do." Y/N said drily, her arms folded over her chest. She purposely tried not to look at him, letting her gaze drift to his bandmates who were packing away the rest of their equipment.
"Seems like you never have anything better to do," Sirius taunted, leaning over and smirking at her, "you know, with the number of times that you tell me you're not coming to see me again, yet every time I play you conveniently have 'nothing better to do'."
"Yet you always put my name on the guestlist."
"Because I enjoy this little game we play. The one where you pretend that you're not bothered about me even though we both know that you are."
"I'm the one that's bothered?" Y/N scoffed, "You're the one that I get fifteen missed calls off when I don't show up to your gigs. You're the one that writes songs about me when I'm not even your girlfriend. But I'm the one that's bothered?"
"You're the one who always shows up at these gigs only to see me and then make out like you don't care about me." he shot back. "You love the attention I give you. You love the fact that I write about you." Sirius laughed.
"You're a narcissist. You like the fact that I have feelings for you, that I care enough to show up to your concerts." she spat.
"Ah, but you love it." He said, his town teasing as he leaned closer towards her, "I know you do."
As if to prove his point, he leaned forward and place one hand gently under her chin, forcing her eyes up towards him. Then, ever so gently, brushed her lips with his, letting the barest hint of a kiss touch her before letting his hand drop.
Sirius was clearly enjoying himself and it was clear to Y/N that he was just trying to get under her skin. She glared back at him, angry at him for mocking her but at the same time wanting him badly. It was a feeling that both of them had struggled with for a while now, through months of hooking up yet never actually committing to each other.
He was relentless, always trying his hardest to catch her off guard. All the times when she had resolved to ignore him, he would find a way to worm his way inside her thoughts. If not by words then by gestures; the way his arm would snake round her waist, the way he would rest his hand on her thigh when they were sitting together, the way he would have her pressed against the wall in the quickest flash if he wanted to.
"We both know why I'm here so why don't we just cut the bullshit." Y/N said, deadpan.
"Because you're in love with me?"
"Because you're a good fuck, Black."
Sirius groaned, the air was thick with the tension that had been building between them. A smug smirk plastered itself across his face.
"And there it is." he said, looking her up and down, his eyes roaming over her body and then back up to her lips, "I thought we were going to dance around the inevitable for the rest of the night."
Sirius grabbed her by the wrist, yanking him towards his dressing room. A boot-clad foot kicked the door open before swiftly pulling her inside and knocking it shut behind him.
"There's no fun in being coy with you, sweetheart," his eyes still locked on her lips, "I'm aware of how this goes. You come to see me, and you pretend you hate me while I try my hardest to get under your skin. Then inevitably, we both get tired of playing this game and you finally let me fuck you like you've been longing for all night."
He had her pinned against the door now, one of his hands resting just above her head, bracing himself as he towered over her. He smirked, running his fingers down her neck. He loved it when they were like this, how they would both pretend to not be absolutely crazy with desire for each other. It was exciting. A game of cat and mouse that had been going on for far too long.
His long, slender fingers wrapped around her throat, the cool metal of his rings pressing against her skin. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, enjoying the soft gasp that escaped her lips.
"You look so pretty like this." he said, his voice low, "So pretty with my hand around your neck."
He dipped his head down, catching her lips in his, teeth clashing together as he roughly kissed her. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue slipping inside, their kisses becoming messy. His hands found the back of her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist.
Hastily, he carried her over to the dressing table, putting her down on top of it, her back resting against the mirror. Y/N quickly removed her shirt, Sirius unbuttoning and sliding off her trousers as she did. He dragged her to the edge of the table, roughly spreading her legs.
"You know you love this, don't you?" he teased, his breath hot and heavy as it fanned over her face, "You love that you're mine."
Sirius's hands were rough and unrelenting, he was unable to hold himself back, the pair of them far too eager to take it any slower.
"Stop teasing and just fuck me already." Y/N said, already breathless.
Wordlessly, he shoved his jeans down, letting them hang low on his hips. He wasted no time, quickly lining himself up with her, plunging in without given her a second to adjust. A ragged moan escaped her lips, earning a smile from Sirius.
"I'm the only one that gets to make you make those pretty noises," he grunted, his hips snapping against hers, "No one can fuck you better than I can, can they?"
Unable to form a coherent response, she just shook her head, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
"Answer me properly."
"N-no." she gasped, "No one fucks me better than you."
That was all the fuel he needed to keep going. He grabbed her forcefully, repositioning her so that she was bent over on the dressing table with him behind her.
"Want you to look at yourself in the mirror," he ordered, "Want you to see how desperate and needy you are for me, how good I make you feel."
His fingers wove into her hair, adjusting her head so that she had no choice but to stare at their reflection. It was like a high for him, watching her stare at herself in the mirror, taking in her bruised lips and smudged makeup.
Sirius slammed into her, his grunts mixing with her moans as he chased his own release. He felt her clench around him and he stared thrusting harder, deeper.
"That's it. Look at yourself as you cum for me." he encouraged, "such a little slut for me."
Y/N came with a loud moan, her body going slack. Sirius held her up against him as his thrusts got sloppy, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He groaned as he came inside her, panting as he pulled out.
