Hi everyone!
Here's a collection of drabbles and writing challenges around one couple: Sirius Black and Hermione Granger. All of these little texts are part of the same story.
Most of the posts will be short (about 200 words), unless I'm doing multiple drabbles on the same topic. In that case, I'll post everything in the same chapter.
You will notice references or inspirations from The Debt Of Time by ShayaLonnie. It's perfectly normal, because it's the very first Sirimione I read. This specific story lives rent free in my head, and some bits pop out from time to time... This fic is an absolute read! If Sirius calls Hermione "Kitten" here, that's where it comes from.
This work is self-translated from French (my mother tongue) and is un-beta. So please, don't hesitate and tell me if there are some mistakes!
This first text was writen for Festumsempra's Smut Camp, when I was in this server. Theme was Spring.
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Sirius hated Grimmauld Place. Sitting on the drawing room windowsill, back to the genealogical tapestry, he was watching the magnolia flowers petals swing away with the wind. His mind was running away from the memories of a painful childhood, of brothers he couldn't save and of the war.
"So this is where you've been hiding," Hermione said, running a hand through his hair.
Sirius smiled and leaned into that comforting hand a few seconds before straightening up to look over her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Harry's at the Burrow," she reassured. "He won't be back until tomorrow."
Sirius stood up, cupped Hermione's face in his hands and kissed her sweetly. The young witch wrapped her arms around his waist, then ran her hands under his shirt. He moaned slightly at her touch. She had the wonderful power of making him forget the hell he lived the last twenty years.
Hermione deepened the kiss and pressed her hips against her lover. He immediately pressed her against the well-known wall hanging. He traced the line of her jaw with kisses then devoured her neck. She began groaning. He knew it was her sweet spot. His hands went under her skirt and took place under her bum. She wrapped a leg around his hips to press him further against her.
"Sirius... I…" Hermione said in a breath.
"Yes, kitten?" he asked his head still her neck.
He straightened up and anchored his eyes into hers. Amber as hot as firewhiskey.
"I... I want you to take me against that wall and dirty your bloodline," she said, placing one of his hands on her stomach.
He ate up her mouth as his fingers slipped under her panties. They circled around her clit for a few moments, then worked their way between her folds.
"You're already soaked."
Sirius slided his index finger into her core and she couldn't help but whimper. Her fingers had unbuttoned his shirt and took place on his shoulders. They automatically gripped his skin at the intrusion. But he knew she was holding back.
"You can get your claws out, kitten," he said, inserting a second finger inside her.
Hermione immediately dug her nails into his flesh, making him growl. He loved the marks she left on him, as if she was marking her territory. He curled his fingers to stimulate her G-spot, and "Aaaah"s became "Ooooh"s. Her moans were the most beautiful music to his ears.
He pushed in a third finger and pumped harder into her. Her arousal was dripping down his hand. He broke off his kiss to look into her eyes. Then he withdrew his fingers and licked his hand wet with her juices. She tasted like honey.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He rubbed its head along her wet labia before gently entering her. Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth in an 'O' shape, but remained silent.
"Godric, you're always so tight," he said.
He could feel her muscles stretching deliciously as he shoved into her. Once he was deep inside her cunt, he paused for a few seconds. He wanted to mold his shape in her core. She was warm, wet, welcoming, and exquisite. His head was touching her cervix.
"Can you feel that?" he asked, his hand on her belly. "If I cum now, you'll be carrying my little half-bloods"
His hand moved to one of her tits to knead it firmly, the other went supporting her under her thigh. Sirius began to move back and forth slowly, kissing her languorously. But Hermione wanted more, he could tell by the way she was tilting her hips so he could plunge deeper into her. He went on with a series of strong thrusts. She was no longer moaning, she was screaming.
Sirius pulled out and bluntly turned her over, then pounded her. Hard and feral. He was fucking her raw.
"Yes! There! Just like that!" she cried.
He lifted her skirt over her buttocks to see them bounce each time she impaled herself on him. Their slap against her thighs sounded like a metronome of a score for pleasure.
"Yes, Sirius! There... Fill me up!"
"You're perfect... I could spend my life impregnating you, until we pop out an entire Quidditch team."
That angle was simply divine. Hermione was clenching his cock, and he was also on the edge. One of his hands settled on her clit. He squeezed and twirled around her pleasure bud.
"Mewl for me, kitten."
Hermione let go. All her muscles tensed around his member, milking his seed into her.
In the end, there was something Sirius enjoyed about Grimmauld Place.
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