𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Where Loyalties Lie

Sirius shows the world that he's yours, and only yours — rockstar!sirius x reader fluff 

Warnings: Allusions to sex, very suggestive

Words: 1k

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You came back to the hotel room with coffee in your hand, a bag of pastries in your purse, and a tabloid magazine under your arm.

With The Marauders on tour, you've been living out of suitcases with your boyfriend and your friends for the last couple weeks. You've all been sharing sleep schedules with wolves, staying up until dawn and sleeping later than everyone else in whatever city you were staying in.

That's precisely why you left to grab breakfast at eleven in the morning and Sirius was still fast asleep.

By the time you got back, you walked in to find Sirius wide awake, but still in bed, tangled in the bedsheets.

"Good morning, love." Sirius said, shirtless with one hand behind his head.

"It was a good morning." You teased, tossing him the magazine. "Then I saw you in the news."

"Me?" He feigned surprise. It wasn't at all uncommon for Sirius to be in the news or the tabloids, but it was usually for something he did, not some pop princess who writes songs you get tired of after two listens.

Sirius sat up and scanned the front page, curious as to what was going on.

Mary Macdonald makes her move on rock star Sirius Black; New musical romance in the works?

The caption was sitting atop a picture of the popstar in question onstage at a concert, her crop top showing off a fake tattoo on her abdomen with text reading Reserved 4 Sirius Black alongside an arrow pointed down.

"Oh, come on." Sirius laughed, throwing the paper to the end of the bed. "This is what got you all bothered?"

You set your purse down and brought the coffee and pastries over to your boyfriend.

"Yes, so bothered I almost didn't buy you a coffee. Be happy I did, though."

"Of course I'm happy. I love you, doll."

Sirius lifted the sheets and held out a hand to beckon you into the bed with him. You obey reluctantly, putting on a dramatic pout as you crawled in with your boyfriend and straddled his lap.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?" He whispered, hands tracing along your hips.

You combed your fingers through his perfect hair, a frown on your face.

"Tell that to the singer-songwriter superstar announcing to the world that you're the only person she wants between her legs."

Sirius smiled in a way that made it painfully obvious he had something stupid to say. "Love, there are millions of people who feel that exact way about me. Including you, I would hope."

Damn, this man was exhausting. And of course you loved him for it.

You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of the hotel bed, though your attempt was foiled by Sirius holding you back.

You let him get his way, but gave him an unimpressed look that did not match his badly-stifled grin.

"I'll take care of it, alright?" He said, not elaborating at all.

You shook your head, hoping he would say more about whatever PR stunt he had in mind.

"Siri, what are you gonna do?"

"Don't you trust me?" Sirius said softly. He took your hand in his and slid your palm gently across his bare chest. "I'll take care of it, don't you worry."

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The next concert the band had was a few days after you first saw that magazine. You stood in the wings of the concert stage, just before the show started.

All the other band members had gone onto the stage and started setting up their instruments and playing the long intro to the opening song; it was just Sirius left, saying goodbye to you before he started performing and you made your way to the VIP section.

"You're gonna do great, Siri." You told him sincerely.

He winked at you, cocky as ever.

"I always do."

Sirius then softened and masked your tone. He held your upper arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'll let them all know I'm yours, and only yours."

"They're gonna go crazy." You smiled.

"Damn right, they will. I'll see you out there."

Sirius gave your ass a playful smack before jogging out to the stage before he missed his cue, so you went down to your reserved space in the audience to see the band play from the best angle.

The audience lost their minds when Sirius ran onto the stage, per usual, screaming and shouting when all he's done so far was enter.

But once Sirius started singing, the crowd noticed something off about the performance—Sirius was wearing a whole shirt for the first time throughout this tour. None of the band acknowledged it, of course; they were too busy playing music to be worried about what Sirius was wearing tonight.

Once the song finished, Sirius took a moment to say hello to the audience. After all the routine talking points—you know, your 'how's everybody doing?' and whatnot—Sirius found it was the right time to say what he wanted to say.

"I saw a magazine cover the other day, with my name on it." He started. "And not for the usual reasons. Mary Macdonald, I think it was..."

Many audience members went wild at the mention of her name, either because they were fans of her music, or they knew exactly what headlines Sirius was referring to.

"That was definitely an odd thing to wake up and see. But I've thought about it because it's been everywhere, and I just have one thing to say about that."

Instead of responding verbally, Sirius pulled off his black tank top with a smooth, swift motion, revealing his newest tattoo.

Your name was printed loud and clear on his chest, right over his heart. He got it done the day the Mary Macdonald pictures came out, and he was ecstatic to show it off to the world.

It caused quite a reaction, but you weren't listening to the audience to know what they were even thinking. All you cared about was Sirius up on that stage, blowing you a kiss as The Marauders started to play the next song.

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