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Hi! Can I request James's sister with Sirius, but Sirius for some reason thinks she has a crush on Regulus? Thx I love your page! <3
thank you for the request angel! ♡
date | s.b.
tw: hurt/comfort, teensy bit of jegulus
potter!reader, sirius black x reader
“Potter. Do you think using unicorn’s blood instead would make our potion have a more iridescent colour? Because that’s what Slughorn wants,” Regulus asked dryly, shoving the book towards you and pointing at a paragraph which looked like nothing but muddled words.
You look at the book for a moment before sighing, letting your eyelids flutter closed and leaning back in your chair.
“No idea.”
Your hands come up to rub your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming your senses. Regulus and you had spent the whole day in the library like crazed scholars desperate for a good grade on an assignment.
That was exactly what you were. You had been paired with him for a Potions project, and ever since Professor Slughorn had made a breezy comment about your potion-in-progress, it had been driving the both of you mad. Although you weren’t exactly friends, there was a mutual agreement that doing well on this project was necessary to salvage both your grades.
The past few weeks were a blur - late nights wasted researching in the library and early mornings spent in the Potions classroom.
You groan and sit back up, willing yourself to hear him out and make sense of the lines in front of you. You blink and look up for a second when something, or rather someone, catches your attention. Sirius stands stiffly a few metres away, leaning on a bookshelf and looking over at the two of you.
When you meet his eyes, he quickly averts his gaze and pretends to be browsing the books on the shelf. You immediately sense that something is wrong - Sirius wouldn’t be caught dead in the library. You notice the hard look in his eyes, the subtle look of hurt in his features.
A frown instantly crosses your face. Your friend had been acting weird lately, ever since your lips accidentally crashed onto his at a party - and none of you pulled away.
It was a nice kind of weird, in which he fumbled over his words and his cheeks would get rosy when he talked to you. But ever since you had been swept up into the busyness of the project with Regulus, it was like whatever spark that was set ablaze had been doused out.
Sirius brushed you off every time you tried talking to him, yet you would catch him silently gazing at you in hallways and classes then immediately looking away as soon as eye contact was made. It made you mad, but more than that, it hurt your heart that the one person whom you thought would last forever was starting to drift apart from you.
Your annoyance started to get the better of you, slowly bubbling into anger in your chest. You take a deep breath and slowly stand up, your chair dragging across the floor. “Excuse me for a moment,” you mutter to Regulus, sidling your way around the table.
“Hey,” you make your way over to the bookshelf and stand in front of Sirius. He whips his head around, a false look of surprise on his face.
“Oh, hey Y/N! Didn’t think I would see you here. Anyway, I was just searching for a book for Moony - I should really make my way back now, James wants me to… plan some pranks with him,” he smiles, his lips pressed together. It’s obvious how forced it is.
You open your mouth to tell him your brother was in detention, his blatant lie adding fuel to the fire of irritation in you. But before you even say anything, he turns around to leave.
Anger flares up within you and before you can even think, you’re grabbing his wrist, your fingers wrapping around it with a vice-like grip. “Sirius!” you hiss, so unintentionally loud that Regulus looks up from his books, surprised. You look over at him apologetically.
Sirius turns back around, frowning. “What?” You flinch at the harsh tone, loosening your hold on his wrist but not letting go. You inhale sharply. “Talk to me,” you say, softening. “Please talk to me. What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on. What do you mean?” he bites back sharply, more hurt than anger in his tone.
“Let me go.” He tries to pull away, but you tighten your grip. “No. Something’s wrong, and you’re not telling me. Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong?” you ask, desperation seeping into your voice.
Sirius glares at you for a moment, seeming to be contemplating something. Then he sighs, his anger melting away as he runs a hand down his face.
“Fuck, you-” he gestures with his hands. “You-“ he groans and drops his arms to his sides. “Why do you play with my feelings like this? I thought we had something! I really- really thought we had something,” he mutters, his voice cracking slightly.
You feel your heart break a little. “Sirius,” you coo, moving your hand down to gently hold his. “We do. We do have something. Why would you think we didn’t?”
Upon hearing your words, he turns to you and huffs out a humourless laugh, pulling his hand away. “Really? You really think so? Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen you with Regulus.”
Your blink, your face morphing into one of confusion as you stare dazedly at Sirius.
“Regulus? You think I like Regulus?”
He frowns at you. “Of course. Why else would you be spending so much time with him? It’s like you forgot I even existed.”
The absurdity of his words brings a small smile to your face, and before you know it, you’re pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, no. No way. He’s the most annoying partner I’ve ever had to work with. Why would you think I like him?”
The crease between his eyebrows softens, and you catch a glimpse of relief in his eyes, though he still seems suspicious. “You don’t? Then why have you been spending so much time with him? Going on study dates or whatever? You’re never with me anymore.”
You huff out a sigh, realisation dawning upon you. “For the Potions project, of course. Professor Slughorn said our potion wasn’t up to the mark, so we’ve been working our asses off to fix it. I really need to do well in this to pull my average up. I don’t like your brother, Sirius.”
“Oh,” he breathes out, and you can practically see the tension leave his body. “Oh. Sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
You chuckle lightly. “It’s okay. It’s kind of my fault, I still should have made time for you. But is this why you’ve been ignoring me? You thought I liked Regulus?” you ask bemusedly. He winces and nods sheepishly, earning a laugh from you. “Siri, have you seen the way James looks at him?”
His lips start to curve upwards, his usual playful demeanour coming back to him. “I caught him drooling while looking at Reg once.”
You giggle at that, clearly imagining your brother gazing at Regulus with heart-eyes. Sirius grins back at you, taking your hand.
“So, we’re good?” he asks, intertwining your fingers together.
“More than good.”
“Great. Because I was just about to ask you out to Hogsmeade this Saturday. If you haven’t already got plans with emo boy, of course.”
“Sirius!” you whisper scandalously, trying to sound mad, but a giggle slips out and betrays your amusement. He chuckles, looking over at Regulus who was bent over a stack of papers and furiously scribbling down notes. “You better get back over there if you wanna survive till our date this weekend.”
“Date?” you ask mischievously, raising your eyebrow. “James would approve of that?”
He rolls his eyes at your feigned innocence, one hand on your shoulder as he gently pushes you back towards your table. “I’m pretty sure your brother is too lovesick for my brother to protest against it. So yes, love, it’s a date.”
Hi! Can I request James's sister with Sirius, but Sirius for some reason thinks she has a crush on Regulus? Thx I love your page! <3
thank you for the request angel! ♡
date | s.b.
tw: hurt/comfort, teensy bit of jegulus
potter!reader, sirius black x reader
“Potter. Do you think using unicorn’s blood instead would make our potion have a more iridescent colour? Because that’s what Slughorn wants,” Regulus asked dryly, shoving the book towards you and pointing at a paragraph which looked like nothing but muddled words.
You look at the book for a moment before sighing, letting your eyelids flutter closed and leaning back in your chair.
“No idea.”
Your hands come up to rub your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming your senses. Regulus and you had spent the whole day in the library like crazed scholars desperate for a good grade on an assignment.
That was exactly what you were. You had been paired with him for a Potions project, and ever since Professor Slughorn had made a breezy comment about your potion-in-progress, it had been driving the both of you mad. Although you weren’t exactly friends, there was a mutual agreement that doing well on this project was necessary to salvage both your grades.
The past few weeks were a blur - late nights wasted researching in the library and early mornings spent in the Potions classroom.
You groan and sit back up, willing yourself to hear him out and make sense of the lines in front of you. You blink and look up for a second when something, or rather someone, catches your attention. Sirius stands stiffly a few metres away, leaning on a bookshelf and looking over at the two of you.
When you meet his eyes, he quickly averts his gaze and pretends to be browsing the books on the shelf. You immediately sense that something is wrong - Sirius wouldn’t be caught dead in the library. You notice the hard look in his eyes, the subtle look of hurt in his features.
A frown instantly crosses your face. Your friend had been acting weird lately, ever since your lips accidentally crashed onto his at a party - and none of you pulled away.
It was a nice kind of weird, in which he fumbled over his words and his cheeks would get rosy when he talked to you. But ever since you had been swept up into the busyness of the project with Regulus, it was like whatever spark that was set ablaze had been doused out.
Sirius brushed you off every time you tried talking to him, yet you would catch him silently gazing at you in hallways and classes then immediately looking away as soon as eye contact was made. It made you mad, but more than that, it hurt your heart that the one person whom you thought would last forever was starting to drift apart from you.
Your annoyance started to get the better of you, slowly bubbling into anger in your chest. You take a deep breath and slowly stand up, your chair dragging across the floor. “Excuse me for a moment,” you mutter to Regulus, sidling your way around the table.
“Hey,” you make your way over to the bookshelf and stand in front of Sirius. He whips his head around, a false look of surprise on his face.
“Oh, hey Y/N! Didn’t think I would see you here. Anyway, I was just searching for a book for Moony - I should really make my way back now, James wants me to… plan some pranks with him,” he smiles, his lips pressed together. It’s obvious how forced it is.
You open your mouth to tell him your brother was in detention, his blatant lie adding fuel to the fire of irritation in you. But before you even say anything, he turns around to leave.
Anger flares up within you and before you can even think, you’re grabbing his wrist, your fingers wrapping around it with a vice-like grip. “Sirius!” you hiss, so unintentionally loud that Regulus looks up from his books, surprised. You look over at him apologetically.
Sirius turns back around, frowning. “What?” You flinch at the harsh tone, loosening your hold on his wrist but not letting go. You inhale sharply. “Talk to me,” you say, softening. “Please talk to me. What’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on. What do you mean?” he bites back sharply, more hurt than anger in his tone.
“Let me go.” He tries to pull away, but you tighten your grip. “No. Something’s wrong, and you’re not telling me. Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong?” you ask, desperation seeping into your voice.
Sirius glares at you for a moment, seeming to be contemplating something. Then he sighs, his anger melting away as he runs a hand down his face.
“Fuck, you-” he gestures with his hands. “You-“ he groans and drops his arms to his sides. “Why do you play with my feelings like this? I thought we had something! I really- really thought we had something,” he mutters, his voice cracking slightly.
You feel your heart break a little. “Sirius,” you coo, moving your hand down to gently hold his. “We do. We do have something. Why would you think we didn’t?”
Upon hearing your words, he turns to you and huffs out a humourless laugh, pulling his hand away. “Really? You really think so? Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen you with Regulus.”
Your blink, your face morphing into one of confusion as you stare dazedly at Sirius.
“Regulus? You think I like Regulus?”
He frowns at you. “Of course. Why else would you be spending so much time with him? It’s like you forgot I even existed.”
The absurdity of his words brings a small smile to your face, and before you know it, you’re pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. “Oh my god, no. No way. He’s the most annoying partner I’ve ever had to work with. Why would you think I like him?”
The crease between his eyebrows softens, and you catch a glimpse of relief in his eyes, though he still seems suspicious. “You don’t? Then why have you been spending so much time with him? Going on study dates or whatever? You’re never with me anymore.”
You huff out a sigh, realisation dawning upon you. “For the Potions project, of course. Professor Slughorn said our potion wasn’t up to the mark, so we’ve been working our asses off to fix it. I really need to do well in this to pull my average up. I don’t like your brother, Sirius.”
“Oh,” he breathes out, and you can practically see the tension leave his body. “Oh. Sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
You chuckle lightly. “It’s okay. It’s kind of my fault, I still should have made time for you. But is this why you’ve been ignoring me? You thought I liked Regulus?” you ask bemusedly. He winces and nods sheepishly, earning a laugh from you. “Siri, have you seen the way James looks at him?”
His lips start to curve upwards, his usual playful demeanour coming back to him. “I caught him drooling while looking at Reg once.”
You giggle at that, clearly imagining your brother gazing at Regulus with heart-eyes. Sirius grins back at you, taking your hand.
“So we’re good?” he asks, intertwining your fingers together.
“More than good.”
“Great. Because I was just about to ask you out to Hogsmeade this Saturday. If you haven’t already got plans with emo boy, of course.”
“Sirius!” you whisper scandalously, trying to sound mad, but a giggle slips out and betrays your amusement. He chuckles, looking over at Regulus who was bent over a stack of papers and furiously scribbling down notes. “You better get back over there if you wanna survive till our date this weekend.”
“Date?” you ask mischievously, raising your eyebrow. “James would approve of that?”
He rolls his eyes at your feigned innocence, one hand on your shoulder as he gently pushes you back towards your table. “I’m pretty sure your brother is too lovesick for my brother to protest against it. So yes, love, it’s a date.”
𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?!
𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 ‘𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
[𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙭 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]
“Don’t you dare make a single sound.” Severus hisses while he has you pushed up against a shelf of books.
He wraps a hand around your throat to keep you pinned and lets the other stray downwards until it reaches the end of your skirt. You squirm as his hand trails over your thighs, leaving behind a bed of goosebumps.
“S-Severus.” You said his name like a prayer and you sounded heavenly, but it was too loud for his taste.
His hand is quick and sharp when he pulls it back, only to harshly slap it against your panty-covered pussy, “I said be quiet.” He demands again as you whimper.
You bite down on your bottom lip as his palm and fingers rub slowly over your covered clit, but it doesn’t stop you from squirming further, making him tighten his grasp around your neck.
“Don’t piss me off more than your brother already has. I have no problem using you to get Potter off my back.”
You weren’t sure what hurt more, his grudge against you because of who you’re related to, or the fact that he really was only using you to get back at your brother; but then his finger grazes over your clit in a certain way and you forget everything he said.
The hurt that crosses your face didn’t go unnoticed by the slytherin, but he pushes aside the guilt by inserting his hand into your panties. You gasp as his fingers touch your bare cunt, reaching towards your wet opening to gather your slick up to your clit.
“P-please I-”
You don’t know what you're pleading for, but you stop when suddenly he pulls his hand away and your body is being turned around to face the book shelf. A hand swats you your covered bottom, but he ignores your cry and instead lifts your skirt to drag both of his hands over your panty-clad rear.
“You just can’t listen, can you? I guess it runs in the family.”
He pulls your panties down to your ankles and you writhe from the cold air rushing against your slicked pussy, but you freeze when Severus drops to his knees. His hands knead your ass cheeks before he pulls them apart to inspect both of your openings. Your cute little butthole puckers from the sudden intrusion of privacy and your gaping hole, leaking of your sweet juices, pulses wildly; begging to be tasted. To be filled.
He can barely stop himself before he buries his face between your thighs. You sob as his cunning tongue prods your puckered opening first. He spreads your cheeks as far apart as he can to give his tongue more room to explore, allowing the tip to swirl around your rim. He moans gratefully as your tightest hole slowly opens up for him to ravish, but he pulls away. You needed time and to be better prepared to take his cock in your ass; time wasn’t something neither of you had right now.
“Gonna fuck this hole the next time I get my hands you.” He murmurs, but you hear him clearly and his words make you wiggle your bum in anticipation.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like the thought of me fucking your cute ass? Who would have thought the youngest Potter was such a whore?”
Your only reply is another whimper, but he doesn't need to hear your words, your reactions are more than enough to understand. Your hands grip the shelf tightly, trying to steady your shaking body, but it’s useless when you feel his tongue digging into your other hole.
“S-sev!”
Thankfully he’s too busy to notice or care for your little nickname slip-up and groans when he fully enters his tongue inside your opening, finally able to taste you like he’s wanted to since the first time he had inappropriate thoughts about you. Your sweetness and bitterness blended so well together, making him gather as much as he could on his taste buds, but as much as he wanted to taste you more forever; he knew your clit was begging for attention.
He pulls your body further away from the shelf, only to bend you over completely, spreading your legs further apart. You have no time to react before his lips suck in your nub with so much force that it makes you jump, causing the shelf to shake.
“Holy sh-”
You’re cut off when he releases your clit and begins dragging his tongue across it, switching from pattern to pattern. It was embarrassing how close you were already, but the pressure building up in your lower tummy was too good to forget. Reaching behind you, you grab a hand full of his hair and hold him right where you want him.
“Severus, I’m cumming!” You whisper as quietly as you can, but it’s no use.
You’re cumming hard and holding in any noises is impossible.
You hold him closer and tighter, practically grinding his face into your pussy, drowning him in your essence. He doesn’t seem to mind though, for he only grabs your hips and pulls you closer to his mouth until you're fully spent. After you’ve heaved one final breath, he places a single kiss to your clit before standing up. He rises you up from bending over, only to shove you face-first into the shelf again.
“I think you're ready for my cock. Don’t you agree?”
You nod your head violently, making him chuckle.
“Good girl.”
He reaches down to undo his pants and pull out his cock; and before you can say or do anything, he’s inside of you and thrusting. He wraps his arms around you, undoing some of the buttons of your shirt to shove your bra down. His hands squeeze and twist your nipples while he hides his face in your neck.
Tilting your head, he’s lavishing your skin with wet kisses and nips.
“Merlin, look at you.” He rants, “Taking my cock so well. I wonder what Potter would think? His own little sister getting fucked where everyone can see.” He grunts when your cunt squeezes his shaft, “But you like it, don’t you? You like me fucking you right here, where anyone could catch us?”
You start muttering incoherent sentences and it riles him up even more. His thrusts speed up and can feel the burning sensation in your lower belly again. You clench around him tightly, making him growl.
“So fucking good, you feel so fucking good!” He blubbers as he feels his own pleasure coming to the edge.
You weep as he hits so deep inside of you, making your brain go foggy. It’s coming, you can feel it and you hope he does too, because before you can warn him, you're cumming around him. Your spasms spur on his own release and he over-fills you with his seed, making some of it slip out and run down your thighs. You both try to catch your breaths, but Severus can’t stop himself from holding you closer.
As you continuously wail for him during the after-shocks, he whispers sweetly in your ears.
“You did so well, love. Such a good girl for me.”
His endearments make you keen until a few voices gasp. You and Severus quickly turn your heads to the sources of the sounds. Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach while Severus smirks and holds you tightly.
There stands your brother and his friends, all frozen and wide eyed at the sight in front of them. You pull your shirt around your chest, but the rest of your body stays still.
“Can’t you see we’re busy Potter?” Severus spits out, but he’s too amused to be angry.
James only looks at you in shock before uttering your name.
“Y-Yn. But- You-” He stutters.
You sadly look back at Severus, expecting to see him looking at Potter in victory, but he’s not. He’s looking at you, with the most sincere smile, like you're something he’s wanted all his life (which is true).
Butterflies flutter around in your stomach and you’re too happy to care about what your brother thinks as you stare at the young man you've liked since you first saw him.
James would get over it.
Eventually.
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