Title: Hot stuff pt. 2|2

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Published: 18 July 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: College/University!AU

Warnings: slight intoxication, indication of smut, but no rating necessary

Challenge: [Tumblr] Song inspiration: Hot stuff by Donna Summer and Kygo

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"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked with hopeful eyes, but as the question left his lips, you found yourself debating your choices. Should you leave with him and open up all those wounds, should you hurt yourself again, this time intentionally? You just didn't know the answer and his closeness didn't help you think reasonably. Looking around awkwardly, you tried to avoid his gaze, but his warm palm against your cheek stopped your eyes from wandering around and you found yourself captured by his soft gaze. "I don't want to force you. Only if you are comfortable," he added, making sure you felt safe and secure around him, considering your feelings first and foremost as he had done so many times before.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you raised a questioning brow, not knowing what to do. "Where would we go?" You asked curiously.

"I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he nodded with a serious expression, making you chuckle. "Besides, maybe we could talk. If you would like to of course," he quickly added, reassuring you once again.

"I mean, it's not a bad idea, but it's 2am, where on earth would we eat?" You asked, still trying to figure out what you wanted to do, although deep down you knew you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him.

"I know a good place that serves delicious burgers," he smirked confidently, but then he quickly added. "Of course, if you want salad, they have that as well."

"You know that I like a mean burger," you grinned happily as you felt your stomach grumble. A loud laughter left Sirius' lungs as he felt your hungry stomach against his body. "Hush," you chuckled awkwardly as you hid your face in his chest.

"I didn't say anything," he replied as he tried to hide his grin, causing you to offer him your deadliest gaze. "Okay, okay, you don't have to look at me like that," he raised his hands in the air innocently, the lack of his touch leaving you needy. You shook your head at his antics and turned around to tell Marlene and Lily that you were going to grab something to eat.

Lily just offered you a sweet smile and an approving nod as she gave you a small hug. However, you knew Marlene too well to get away with a simple nod and a smile. You didn't have to be a psychic to know how she would react.

"Go get some, girl," she shouted loudly, in the least subtle way. You facepalmed yourself as you turned around to look at Sirius who most definitely enjoyed the situation.

"Don't say a word," you pointed your index-finger at his face as he shook his head and tried to suppress a smile forming across his face, squeezing his lips shut.

You headed to your table to pick up your bag and jacket, before you walked out of the club, the cool night weather making you slightly shiver. Sirius got hold of your bag and helped you put on your jacket as his hand ran across your arm, before he linked his fingers with yours. You swallowed loudly as you felt your small hand getting lost in his big, warm palm, his touch still vividly present in your memories.

You looked at each other as if you were silently discussing if it was okay to hold hands, but since you didn't remove your hand from his, he took it as a confirmation. He smiled at you as he turned around and started leading you to the small parking lot beside the club with only 3-4 cars and a motorbike parking there.

"You are not planning to drive, right?" You asked as you looked around the parking vehicles.

"I told you, I have not drunk anything," he shook his head. "I'm as sober as I can get," he smirked proudly. You weren't sure you believed him, but you didn't have a reason not to. Even before, he wasn't a big drinker. "This is mine," he said as he halted beside a black motorbike with red lines running across its side.

"A motorbike?" You asked with wide eyes and a deadpan expression across your face.

"Are you scared?" He asked, wiggling his brows which earned him another deadly gaze from you.

"No, I'm just thinking of your image. You really haven't changed, you couldn't be any more of a textbook badboy," you scoffed.

"Excuse me?" He questioned you with an astonished look.

"I mean, ripped black trousers, black boots, long black hair, motorbike," you shrugged casually. "Textbook badboy."

"Woah, have you ever heard the expression 'don't judge a book by its cover'"? He raised a questioning brow.

"Sure, but so far the pages seem to give the same impression," you grinned proudly at your smart comeback.

"Fine, I guess I have to prove you wrong," he replied confidently. "Now, get on," he instructed you.

"On that?" You asked pointing at the motorbike.

"I mean, what else would you like to get on?" He laughed, a cocky grin spreading across his face as your face flushed, his ridiculous flirting still catching you off-guard.

"Very smart," you nodded with a bored expression. "If you haven't realised, I'm wearing a dress, how am I supposed to get on your bike?" You raised a questioning brow. He didn't hesitate in taking off his leather jacket and walking up to you, tying it around your hips.

"Better?" He asked proudly, his face mere inches away from yours. For a moment the air stuck in your lungs, unable to form a coherent sentence. Luckily you quickly regained control over yourself.

"Aren't you just smart?" you retorted.

"Why thank you," he chuckled playfully as he sat on his bike and patted the back of it. You heaved a deep sigh and sat down behind him, taking the helmet he offered you. "Wrap your arms around my waist," he said with a cheeky grin.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" You questioned.

"Who wouldn't? A beautiful woman who has no other choice but to hug me? I'm having the time of my life," he replied with a smug grin, one that you just wanted to wipe off badly.

"I hate you," you mumbled under your breath.

"Keep telling yourself that," he scoffed as he gently grabbed your arms and pulled them around his waist. "I'd hold on tight," he instructed you as he started the ignition and left the parking lot.

You never knew that riding a motorbike would be such a refreshing feeling, but the speed you drove past the road signs, the chilly weather that hit you, the warmness radiating from Sirius' body made you feel all kinds of calmness, a soothing relaxation running through you.

But you couldn't enjoy it for long. Within minutes you were parking beside a little restaurant. Your arms were still wrapped around Sirius as your eyes scanned the place. "Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly enjoying your arms around me, but we kind of have to go in," he smirked as you finally realised your arms were still tightly wrapped around his torso. You quickly removed your arms as your face started heating up again under the helmet.

"Very funny," you grimaced and gently punched his back as you got off the bike. You tried to take off the helmet, but as you pulled it over your head, you suddenly felt dizzy, reminding you of the amount of alcohol your system contained. You quickly grabbed Sirius' arm to keep yourself steady, trying to stop the world from spinning around you.

"Are you okay?" His worried tone brought you back into the present. He sneaked an arm around your back whilst he took the helmet off you and kept you steady in his hold.

"I'm fine," you breathed, blinking furiously, trying to adjust your vision.

"Let's get some food into you," he said as he guided you inside, his big palm placed on the small of your back cautiously.

You felt slightly better, but Sirius still didn't let go of you, which caused a small smile to appear on your face. He guided you to the cashier where you each ordered a burger with chips and two cans of coke. You were about to get your debit card from your bag, but Sirius caught your arm and gently pushed it down.

"It's on me," he said firmly and gave his card to the cashier.

"But I could have paid for it. I have enough money," you tried to argue, your voice running higher than usual, but he just shook his head.

"I know, but I invited you to eat with me, you can't possibly expect me to let you pay," he explained as he led you to an unoccupied table. There weren't many people, barely any, some even sleeping on the tables, tired after the party. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, searching for an eye contact as you were looking around the restaurant from across the table

"Yeah, of course. I just wanted to quickly take off the helmet and forgot that I drank a bit too much," you giggled, your alcohol level still showing.

"I'm glad you are okay then," he smiled as he reached forward on the table, gently caressing the back of your hand, his mere touch increasing your heartbeat. "Look, I know it's been a while since the last time we met, but I think it would be good if we talked. So, I was wondering, what would you say if we went up to my flat, ate our burgers and just talked?"

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" You asked with a deep frown, heaving a heavy sigh. Indeed, you wanted to talk to him, discuss what happened between the two of you, but you weren't completely sober, your reasonable side seemed to have abandoned you and it wasn't him, but you who you didn't have much trust in. As easy as it seemed, as hard as it felt to keep yourself away from him.

"I would like to, but it's completely up to you, of course," he offered you a reassuring smile, but deep down hoping you would agree.

"Oh, what the hell, sure," you scoffed with a soft smile.

Your meal was ready in minutes, waiting for you to pick it up. Sirius put the food in the trunk of the motorbike right under the seat and gave you the helmet. Within 10-15 minutes, he was parking the motorbike right beside his flat, the same building you used to visit him in.

Standing in front of the house, you looked up at the brick walls, a nostalgic feeling rushing through you. "You used to come here often," Sirius spoke up with a smile across his face, but his tone didn't hold any positivity, if anything, it was slightly saddened.

"Yeah, been a long time," you replied as you followed him up the stairs, waiting for him to open the door. Stepping in his apartment, he helped you take off your jacket, placed it on a coat hanger whilst you removed your shoes and waited patiently for him to head towards the kitchen.

"You know you can go in, right?" He asked with a humorous tone, but furrowed brows.

"Yeah, but I rather wait," you replied hesitantly, trying to avoid telling him how uncomfortable you felt being back in his apartment. It wasn't the place per se, but the last memory of you shutting the door behind you with a loud thud, tears streaming down your face.

As if he could read your mind, he placed a hand on your lower back and started leading you towards the kitchen. "I know. Painful memories," he replied with a blank expression, but you could see in his eyes that he wasn't unaffected by the memory.

Opening the boxes containing your food, you took a seat at the table in the kitchen and waited for him to follow you. It was silent for a few minutes, both of you eating awkwardly, not knowing what to say exactly, what was appropriate. You opened your mouth to talk repeatedly, but words never left your lips. As though you found yourself incapable of talking.

"So, how have you been?" He tried to initiate a conversation, his eyes fixed on his half-eaten burger. You looked up at the boy with a deep frown across your brows as you faked a loud and least lady-like yawn. He looked at you with clear confusion in his eyes. "Are you tired?" He was taken back by your actions.

"I wasn't until now. Couldn't you find a more boring subject?" You questioned which caused Sirius' face to go through a rollercoaster of emotions from surprised to confused, before a wide grin started spreading across his face.

"At least I tried, have you?" He retorted, lightly chuckling.

"I opened my mouth, but then you rudely interrupted me," you shrugged nonchalantly, but you couldn't hide the little smirk in the corner of your lips. It was uplifting to be able to laugh with him once again.

"Oh, have I? Please, say what you wanted to say. Who am I to rob you of such an opportunity?" He offered a sceptical look.

"Nah, we are way past my interesting conversation starters. You've become boring. You should rather stuff your face because your burger will get cold," you huffed in a faux annoyance.

"What if I rather stuffed yours?" He asked cockily with a confident grin, before it turned into a loud laughter, seeing your dumbfounded expression.

"What did you just say?" You asked as you picked up your purse from the side of your chair and hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey, that actually hurts," he whined playfully. "Is there a brick in there?"

"Well, I wish, you'd deserve it," you groaned, taking a bite of your burger, huffing and sulking. There was a moment of silence, but Sirius broke it once again.

"It's good to see you again, you know. It feels good to have a laugh with you," he added with a genuine smile across his face.

"It is actually. I didn't expect it though. Hell, I didn't expect to meet you at all. It's been a long time," you replied with a light smile, feeling somewhat nostalgic.

"I have thought about you. Quite a lot," he confessed with a shaky breath as though there was more on his mind than he let on. "But the way you ran out that day— I couldn't face you after that. I couldn't apologise, I didn't know how to talk to you without seeing you so broken, knowing I caused that," he tried to explain himself, his words reminding you of that awful night. He was opening old wounds, the pain in your aching heart slowly but steadily returning.

"Sirius, just stop it!" You pleaded with him, but he didn't listen.

"I never meant to break your heart. You must believe me. But I couldn't get myself to rely on you, to put pressure on you. My parents gave me enough trouble and I just didn't want you to feel like I'm suffocating you with my problems," he rushed to continue, in need to tell you his side of the story, but the only thing you felt was your heart shattering once again, your eyes filling up with unshed tears, glistening under the dim light of the kitchen.

"Sirius, please just stop it," you begged him, those awful memories hurting you more with every word.

"Just let me explain, please," he spoke as he stood up and kneeled on the floor beside your chair. "I loved you, I was mad for you. I didn't want to lose you. It was not my intention to hurt you. But I felt it was unfair to bring you into my problems and I thought if I let you go at least you wouldn't be caught up in it," he confessed, but you could only feel your blood boil as you shot up from your chair and walked up to the kitchen counter, farther away from him. You didn't try to stop him this time, you needed to let out your built-up frustration, all those thoughts that you have been harbouring since your breakup.

"Don't you think I should have had a say in it? If it means anything to you, I never thought your problems were weighing on me. It made me happy that you opened up to me, that you felt comfortable talking to me about your problems. How could you think that it was a bother to me?" You raised your voice, desperately trying to make him understand your point of view.

Sirius stood up from beside the table and walked over to you, getting hold of your hands, rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles. "I know. I was a fool, and I hurt you. But it took me a while to understand what it meant to be in a healthy relationship. I thought I was supposed to keep everything in, bottle it up and deal with it on my own. When you came along and made me feel comfortable it scared me. I felt guilty for opening up, I felt like I was putting pressure on you," he begged for your understanding.

"But you never did. I wanted you to open up to me, I wanted you to talk to me, to rely on me. If you love someone, you love them whether they are the happiest or they are struggling. I loved you and I wanted to be there for you, supporting you, but you pushed me away," you raised your voice, your pain clear in your voice.

"I know. I was a complete idiot and there's no excuse for that. I'm so sorry," his gaze fell on the floor, his back hunched. You reached for his face, cupping his cheeks, wanting to reassure him that it was okay, that it was an old tale that should not have been reopened. But as you lifted his head and looked into his eyes, your favourite grey eyes, it felt wrong to let him go. You wanted to hold him, support him, you wanted to feel him. Before you could have understood your own actions, you grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled him down to you, meeting him halfway.

The feeling of his mouth against yours awakened the flames you thought were long gone, his arms sneaking around your back made you want to feel closer in his embrace. He placed his hand on your lower back and an arm under the back of your knees as he picked you up and headed towards his bedroom with you. Did you think of stopping him as he laid you down on the bed? You did. But you couldn't find it in you when in fact you wanted him to touch you, to remind you how safe you felt in his arms. You needed him beside you, the security he offered you without even knowing how much a gentle touch of his meant to you.

His fingers trailed down on your back as you sat up, slowly unzipping your dress as his lips wandered down your neck, hinting kisses along the curve and the edge of your shoulder. Your fingers slipped under his white shirt, running your hands over his hard chest, earning an impatient grown from him. He pulled you up to him, removing your dress, the material dropping on the floor as you laid back on the bed, leaving you only in your underwear. Grabbing Sirius' belt, you pulled him down to you, his half naked form hovering above you, those magical lips finding yours once again. As he pampered you with his hungry kisses, you could only think of how much you missed him and how badly you were craving for him. Before you knew it, your bodies were entangled in each other's after a passionate night, filled with heavy groans and loud moans.

As the morning arrived and you started opening your eyes, the first thing you recognised was the familiar, but fairly unfamiliar room. Ignoring the light headache growing in your temple, you turned to your side to see a mess of long, black hair spread around the pillow and a face you thought you haven't seen for over a year. Panic rushed through you as you sat up in the bed, naked under the heavy duvet, pulling the material over your chest to cover yourself. It took you a good few minutes to replay the events of your previous night, silently groaning as you remembered that you initiated the situation you found yourself in. Peeling the cover off your legs but keeping the rest in front of your upper body, you attempted to escape before you found yourself in the most embarrassing situation you could imagine.

You knew it couldn't possibly be more than a one-night stand. Regardless of your argument the night before, he broke up with you for a reason. It would have been too hard for you to have to listen to another monologue of why the two of you would be a bad idea and you planned to prevent such an event from causing you more pain than you already felt for being stupid enough and throwing yourself at him.

"What are you doing," you heard his sleepy, hoarse voice from behind you, muffled by his pillow. You clenched your jaw as you exhaled sharply, knowing the easiest way to get out of the situation was to be straight forward.

"Well, am I not supposed to leave?" You asked with a blank expression as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. "I thought that's how one-night stands worked," you tried to keep yourself composed, but the reaction across his face, pure confusion, left you unsure of your own words.

"Erm— If it was a one-night stand, then sure, that's how it would work. But is that what you want?" He asked, uncertainty lacing his voice. To save yourself from any further embarrassment you wanted to say yes, but the confused expression across his face made you just as unsure of your own reply.

"I guess," you replied, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck as you averted your gaze from his. He was shuffling behind you, but you didn't dare to turn around to check on him. You already felt too uncomfortable to even move. When you felt his arm sneaking around your stomach and laying his chin on your shoulder, for a moment you forgot to breathe.

"I don't want that," he murmured as he hinted a small kiss on your shoulder. "Last night happened quickly. I think both of us just felt caught up in the moment and sure, we didn't even stop to think, but I know why I went along with it," heaving a heavy sigh, he let out a sharp exhale. "I still love you. I never forgot you," he confessed, his eyes closed, not even daring to look at you. Your head whipped around in shock, his words ones that you needed hearing again. Tears filled your eyes, hope expanding your chest as though you could have a second chance.

"Do you mean, you would want to start again?" You asked, attempting to reassure yourself that you understood what he was trying to say.

"Yes, if you think you can give me a second chance. I never wanted to lose you, I never stopped loving you. I fucked up, big time. There is no excuse for that. But I still love you," he whispered against your skin, his eyes fixed on the floor, still avoiding your gaze. The happiness and warmth that filled you up from the inside, the pure love you felt for him didn't let you say no. You turned around, lifted his head, and forced him to look into your eyes.

"I just need to know if you are able to rely on me, if you can let yourself open up to me," you spoke, your voice shaky as you tried to contain your worry and excitement all bubbling up inside you.

"Yes, I learned it the hard way," he nodded, his eyes pleading for you to give him a second chance. "I now know I should not have pushed you away and I regret every decision I have made since. For breaking up with you, for letting you walk out, for not trying to reach out to you. But last night felt like we got an opportunity for a second chance and I would love nothing more than to try it with you again. I'm still madly in love with you," he exhaled sharply, his voice uncertain as he hoped for the reply he wished to hear. His gaze was still fixed on the ground, he couldn't see the small smile across your face growing wider.

"I still love you too, hot stuff" you giggled softly as you pulled him against your lips, closing the remaining gap. He smiled against your lips as he pulled you back into his bed, wrapping his arms around you securly. You knew it would take time to earn each other's trust again, to learn how to communicate better and show that support doesn't mean bothering the other person. But in that moment, you were just glad to be back in his arms.

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