Unwrap Me - Post Azkaban!Sirius x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: A little something is waiting underneath your boyfriend's tree on Christmas morning-- you.
Notes: Very early Christmas fic!!! (Cause my queue accidentally posted this now lol)🎄
You can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens the box. Using a shrinking spell, you had fit yourself into a cute little burgundy Christmas gift box, which you had Kreacher set well in front of the Christmas tree for your boyfriend to find.
Home for the holidays, you always felt like you could be yourself again. Being a student and dating a much older man, the age of your professors, was not seen as typical or terribly orthodox at Hogwarts, so being able to spend Christmas with Sirius at Grimmauld Place was special time the two of you shared.
Today, Christmas morning, you planned to give him the gift of his life-- one he would both appreciate, and never forget. You finally hear him groan, and rise from bed. He thumps around, and you wait quietly, excitedly.
Sirius turns over in bed, blinking awake when he doesn't feel you. He runs a hand through his unruly curls, and immediately smirks.
"And what... Christmas game is my sweet, innocent girlfriend playing on me this morning?" he asks aloud, continuing to smirk as he gets up. He checks under the bed. "Under here? Perhaps in the bathroom?" He shrugs, beginning to brush his teeth. "I see you're making me work for it, darling."
He finishes washing his face, pretending to take his time for effect, then finally saunters out into the living room, chest open in his velvet bathrobe. Real surprise hits him as he sees the box.
"Hello... what's this?" he murmurs, kneeling down to read the tag. "For my loving dearest... Lord Black." He smirks again. "I must say (y/n), wherever you are, I do like the title. Makes me sounds more important than Lucius Malfoy," he snorts, and begins to undo the ribbons on the gift. When he finally takes off the lid, a bright flash emitts, and you turn up in front of him, kneeling with little gift bows over your nipples and between your legs.
"Galloping Gargoyles, what a sight," he remarks, "Looks like I've been a damn good boy this year." He admires you for a good long time.
"Well?" you raise an eyebrow. "Are you gonna do something with your present, or just stare at it all day?"
He chuckles, and takes out his wand. You stop him.
"Ah ah ah. Hands only. All over me."
He drops the wand, and does as you say, standing you up and spinning you around, plucking the bow from your left breast to massage it in his hand. You moan, leaning back into him, and he suckles your neck, spinning you around once more to wrap his mouth around the other bow, taking it off and sucking your right nipple into his mouth. Your head falls back, and he finally descends to your legs, holding your thighs as he uses his teeth on this box, spitting it out and delving his tongue over your clit. You jolt forward, hand scrambling for his hair, and rock down with gentle moans as he parts your legs even more, slipping his tongue between your folds and up into your pussy.
"S... Sirius..." you pant, legs quivering, and he grabs handfuls of your ass, squeezing it as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. You feel yourself get closer and closer, and you shout his name as his nose rubs against your clit, tongue licking you perfectly. You come hard as he holds you to his mouth, and he makes sure to clean you all up, groaning softly the whole time.
"Well, I don't know if I'll have room for Christmas dinner after that--" he begins to say, but you smack him lightly, rolling down to tackle him onto the carpet in front of the fire. He grins up at you, and you gaze down his body, see how his chest is exposed through the robe and everything else is barely hidden as well-- his tendency to expose that chest always drives you wild, and this morning is no exception. He lays back on his forearms.
"Your turn, darling. Unwrap me."
You tear at his robe, and he chuckles at your haste as you finally expose his hard cock, lying against his stomach. You lean down, giving it a few licks, and he moans, watching as you crawl back up to straddle him.
"Is this what you wanted for Christmas, Sirius?" you ask playfully, lifting up to seat yourself on his dick, and he puts his hands to rest on your hips, helping you bury his cock deep inside of you.
"Number one on my list," he says, winking, and watches where you two are joined. You lift up and slam down, riding him hard into the ground, and he begins to gasp and whisper your name. As you're getting close, he finally growls, and the Padfoot inside him takes over, flipping you over and just pounding you from over top. You moan like a slut, begging for more, harder, harder Sirius, and he gives it to you, hair falling forward as he fucks you rough.
Holding onto him, you bite down into his shoulder as you start to come for a second time, and he mumbles your name as he too hits his climax. Both of you relax, spent, and cuddle on the floor there together.
"You keep me young. Do you know I'd be nothing without you?" Sirius asks you somberly, thumb stroking your chin. You hold his hand to your face.
"Not true. You're a great, kind man, with a godson who loves you."
"Hm. Not so great after Azkaban."
"Especially after Azkaban. They weren't able to break your spirits, were they?" You lean down. "Besides, I quite like you all haggard and grizzly like this."
"You didn't know me in school," he scoffs, "I was quite the charmer."
"Even more so than now?" you huff, "However did Hogwarts contain the insatiable libido of Sirius Black?"
You both giggle, and kiss again.
"Does m'lord require my assistance opening the box---"
"GET OUT, KREACHER!" you both scream, and the House Elf scowls, backing away.
"Kreacher does not approve of such nasty practices. Nasty, nasty, nasty..." Sirius sighs as the elf walks off into the dark.
"Care to engage in some more nasty practices after a glass of hot butterbeer, love?" he asks, pecking you on the cheek. You boop his nose.
"You know it, my sexy Lord Black."
