❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❝ It might be... who's to say that I haven't had this shirt this whole time and you're only seeing me wear it now? ❞ , now of course, why would he wear one of his shirts? Peter was a size smaller than him, it'd be too tight. The front especially, his broad chest would fill it out and stretch the letters of the science tee. His arms would barely fit through the sleeves, the fabric attempting to swallow the girth of his biceps. On top of that, his soft stomach would be another highlight of that the shirt would bring out.
Sid gives him a wry smile, as a hand comes up to scratch just under the shirt and over his belly. Ordinarily, he wouldn't be without his iconic grey hoodie, but that was in the wash alongside his previous outfit from last night's misadventures. He pinched the hem with his index and thumb before looking down at it, then looking up at Peter. Well, would ya look at that?
❝ Huh... this one's too small, so I guess it must be yours. Here, I'll just take it off ❞ , he smirked just as he went to tug it over his head. Carefully, because he didn't want to rip it or stretch it out more than he already has. ❝ You forgot it the last time you were over, hope you didn't mind ❞
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been thinking about this needy ass crybaby dude begging for ur attention but ur just so mean and indifferent,,,,, so. A rant. If you will.
some affectionate small fry who you fuck on the down low just for your own satisfaction... no strings attached, friends with benefits you'd call yourselves - but not even friends!! maybe. what friend would let you rest yr soft cock in his hole while watching some action movie and completely ignoring the way he writhes but trying so hard to sit still for you because you said you didn't want him to move-? imagining this gentle loving soul being absolutely obsessed with you, always bothering you with something or just sitting and soaking in your existence and admiring you - and hanging out in your room, him tugging gently on your arm and begging to be fucked in nothing but a much-too-big zip-up jacket that was like a dress for his smaller frame, tip leaky and brushing against the fabric - is that yours? your jacket ??? looking over at him as he looks at you like a sad puppy in mild disgust -
"shut up, man..." complaining about him to his teary-eyed flushed face... you were so cruel, he's literally fiending for your love?!?! and ... he thought the sight of him in your hoodie would entice you to fuck him hard and rough in a sensual way, you know?!?! he wants you to want him like he wants you!! and now all he can do is cry and secretly jerk himself off underneath yr hoodie in the comfort of your bed with you sitting so close... you didnt seem to mind that hes wearing ur jacket, and he thinks you wouldnt mind if he came on it either. yeah.
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jj making you kiss his cock because you made it hurt
(you were wearing his shirt and it made him harder than it should have😭😭😭😭)
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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅🎀༘˚⋆𐙚。⋆𖦹.✧˚
he’s been holding himself back all day, trying not to be a total perv. you’re just existing, and with your sweet nature there’s no way you know to that extent how much you’re torturing him as you walk around in his muscle tank and a pair of cotton panties. your side boobs are on display, one wrong move from a nip slip every five seconds— just going about your day, walking around the kitchen of his house making some late lunch.
you lift your arms up, arching your back trying to crack it as you stretch, a quiet moan leaving you from how good it felt. apparently, that was his final straw.
“no, nope— you gotta— there’s no way you don’t know what you’re doin’ young lady.” he marches over, pointing a finger which rustles the black bracelets on his wrist at the force. you turn and face him, all confused and doe eyed as expected.
“huh?”
“dont huh me…” he corners you against the kitchen counter pressing his hard on directly against your front, a small gasp leaving you. “yeah, know what that is don’t ‘ya? you are killing me.” he hisses, a tinge of amusement in his otherwise serious tone. he looks good, lounging around in only a black backwards cap and grey sweat-shorts, his shirt being stolen right off his floor by you.
“what did i do?” you mewl, allowing him to manhandle you — slipping his hands round your back to your ass cheeks so he could pull you even harder against him, clearly trying to relieve himself with some friction.
“walk around in my shirt. lookin’ all sexy n’shit. this right here should be a crime. you should definitely let me lock you up f’that. shit, maybe i’ll handcuff you too.” he teases with a shrug and your lashes flutter at the suggestion. “you got some penance to do, missy.”
“what do you want me to do jayj? didn’t know i was teasing you i swear.” you promise, jutting your bottom lip out poutily. unable to resist, he leans in to kiss it — but stops right before he does, hovering over your lips with a better idea.
“gotta kiss the booboo, babydoll.” he steps back casually, standing crotch forward with his hands on his hips as he gazes down at his clear erection. “you made it hurt so like, it’s only fair you kiss it better right?” he explains further when you continue to blink at him.
“yay!” you giggle, delighted by the idea as you sink to your knees — barely giving yourself enough time to get comfortable as you eagerly bury yourself into the musky material of his shorts, kissing him everywhere all up and down his covered cock. he rolls his tongue over his lips before biting down, stomach tensing at the feeling of you mouthing at him, happy little moans leaving you.
“jesus, really getting in there, huh?” he comments and you nod happily, pulling back from a moment to look up at him lovingly.
“can i suck it? will that make it all better?” you mewl needily, and for a second he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he sighs, a chuckle rolling off the end of it as he bends at the waist, clutching your chin and cheeks in his hand.
“nothin’ would make me happier, sweetcheeks.” he smiles before reaching down and slowly dragging the hem of your shirt up until your tits spill out. “wouldnt complain about you lettin’ me see these pretty ass titties either.”
you briskly remove the shirt, and without being asked you peel your panties off too — totally naked on the kitchen floor making him wince, dick unfathomably hard. you press your body to his legs and get back to work, licking the grey material of his shorts until it was shades darker above where his dick lay.
“eaaaasy, damn. down girl, how about you let me take you somewhere a lil’ more comfortable, yeah?”
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Sirius black with a busty reader
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Masterlist<3
MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!
See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3
I want you all to picture me giggling and kicking my feet while writing this 'cause this is my main hoe 🤭💗
-BUYS. YOU. NECKLACES.
-I'll die on this hill dear god
-Pretty silver chains, golden necklaces with expensive charms, you name it! HE SPOILS YOU SM BECAUSE THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE ASF TOO?????
-Yk that good house of Black money n shit hehe
-Loves seeing how it sometimes gets in the middle of your tits and pulls it out himself, definitely touching you more than necessary
-"Wait, I'm almost there doll" "Do you need to bury your face in my boobs to get that crow charm out?” you deadpan with a smile, looking down at the pretty boy, feeling his nose dig in like he’s on a treasure hunt
-“Helps my visibility” yeah visibility my ass he loves your pretty tits
-He’s the “Wear what you want, I can fight” type of guy <3 (all of them are!!!)
-Will and has gotten into fights if someone’s staring and making you uncomfortable. No one disrespects his girl like that:)
-L E A T H E R T O P S
-You both wear leather tops that show your belly and chests, matching ones ofc!!!
-Remus loves sweaters, James loves crop tops
-Sirius lives for seeing you in lacy bras AND his leather jacket:(
-Boy gets heart eyes, jaw to the floor, drooling, screaming (ofc the boys mock him for it<3)
-“You’ll catch flies with that mouth, Pads” Remus smirks, watching Sirius watch you having a conversation with some Ravenclaw girl as you pour more fire whiskey on your glass “Shut it Moons” he replies, dreamy voice too entranced to even comprehend the chaos the party around him was causing
-Speaking of parties, he loves doing vodka shots from your boobs.
-Ogles them sm and compliments them all the fucking time!!!!!
-He’s shameless about it as well
-"Your tits look amazing" with a lovesick expression on his face like he genuinely loves them so so so much
-He knows his friends stare and he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t either. Boosts his ego quite a lot tbh!!
-If you feel uncomfortable, he’ll definitely do something about it! The boys would never make you uneasy, of course. They look away to be respectful, but those small glances have Sirius all cocky
-Having said THAT…
-Marks u up <3
-I’m talking love bites, scratches, hickeys
-Makes sure to make them on a regular basis so they don’t fade out with time
-Yes the boys have walked in on him marking you many times
-“Fucking hell Padfoot just lock the bloody door” James groans while covering his eyes since he knew damn well his best friend wasn’t stopping. “Hey Prongs” you giggle “Hi darling” he says, still not looking at you guys
-“Could you tell your pig boyfriend to lock the door next time?” “ITS AN ART YOU WOULDNT GET IT!!!” he yells, but the sound comes out muffled and barely understandable. “We’ll try” you muse, giggling slightly as the other boy left the room
-Won’t do any of these if he knows it bothers you!! Respectful legend <3
-So, summing it up
-He absolutely adores your boobs, is very much shameless about it and will not tolerate bullshit from anyone <3
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