NEW FIC! Don't Exhale, Sirius/Bellatrix, Hard R
[Title] Don't Exhale
[Author] dramaphile
[Rated] Hard R
[Pairing] Sirius/Bellatrix
[Length] ~ 700 words
[Warnings] Drug use, Chan (Sirius is 14), Incest,
[Disclaimer] I don't get paid, I don't have permission, and I know nothing about the body in the trunk of my Uncle Ronald's Buick.
[Summary] Bellatrix is a bad influence.
[Notes] Originally a drabble for queerditch_pub that was interrupted by RL and then went a bit out of control. The prompt was "Sirius/Bellatrix, Shotgunning." I think this is the first het I've written that has no slashy undertones whatsoever, which amuses me somehow. Thanks to foreword for the beta, because she is teh secks.
Bella closes her lips around the joint and inhales deeply, then sits back, thick dark curls falling loosely into her eyes. Sirius watches fascinated at fourteen, at the slow relaxation of his cousin's features before she opens her mouth and lets the smoke curl out and dissipate. She opens her eyes halfway, a slow smile gracing her lush features, and then leans toward young Sirius, trailing a blood-red fingernail down his cheek.
"You want to try?" she says, her voice like honey over gravel and Sirius hesitates for only a second, nodding his head and looking Bellatrix in the eye. He reaches for the cigarette pinched between her fingers, but she holds it just out of reach, shaking her head so her dark locks sway around her cheeks. Sirius frowns, suddenly mad she's teasing him, but she presses a finger to against his pouting lips.
"Don't exhale right away," she says before she leans in close, wrapping her lips around the smouldering joint and sucking. Sirius stares, unsure what he should be doing for just a split second before she presses her lips against his, blowing smoke into his lungs and pressing her full breasts against his chest. He wants to cough or choke in surprise, but he holds it in, his eyes watering slightly as Bellatrix swipes her tongue across his bottom lip. She sits back, smiling enigmatically, as he holds it for a few more seconds and then he lets the smoke out with a whoosh, trying desperately not to cough.
She smiles, pressing another kiss to Sirius' lips as he feels his whole world grow a bit fuzzy around the edges.
"Good," she murmurs before cupping his chin in her hand, discarding the burnt out joint and kissing him full on. Sirius is too mellowed to protest, and kissing her is too easy, letting her tongue dance around inside his mouth, sucking at his lips and tongue, pulling sensations out of him at her will. Her mouth tastes of green smoke and the berry tart they had for dessert, and her teeth are small and sharp against his bottom lip, tugging gently as she kisses him so thoroughly. He can’t think about this, can’t think that she’s his cousin and this is wrong and they shouldn’t, because his blood is humming gently in his ears and Bellatrix’s fingers scratch down his clothed chest as she moves closer, straddling his legs and settling down just above his lap.
Sirius is fourteen and he gets turned on by a sudden breeze or a suggestive looking plate of bangers and mash, so he really can’t be blamed for the way his cock stands at full attention, straining towards the warmth of Bellatrix’s thighs. She threads one hand into his hair and on any other day it would be a bit too rough, but in the haze over his brow, it feels so damn good that Sirius’ hips buck up, brushing his clothed cock against Bella’s skirt-covered thigh, and he moans softly.
Sirius freezes, unsure if he’d somehow crossed a line, but she was kissing him and he was so damn aroused just from her full lips and her thin fingers tugging at his long dark hair and then she presses up against his cock, rocking her hips, damp heat covering the aching bulge in his trousers. Sirius whines low in his throat as there’s just enough friction, just there and his body tightens all over, hands clenching her blouse convulsively and it’s better than wanking, better than anything he could think of and she sinks her teeth into his neck just so, a sharp burst of pain and his lips form a stuttered moan as he stiffens and shudders and comes, spurting into the inside of his trousers, over and over again.
Bellatrix sits back, pressing one more kiss to her cousin’s lips as the come cools on his trousers and he pants, his lungs burning and his muscles suddenly weak. When Sirius opens his eyes, she is staring at him intently, her matching grey eyes dark with something more than lust.
“Don’t forget,” she says as she finishes smoothing her skirt and then cups his cheek gently with her palm, “Family always comes first.”
[Author] dramaphile
[Rated] Hard R
[Pairing] Sirius/Bellatrix
[Length] ~ 700 words
[Warnings] Drug use, Chan (Sirius is 14), Incest,
[Disclaimer] I don't get paid, I don't have permission, and I know nothing about the body in the trunk of my Uncle Ronald's Buick.
[Summary] Bellatrix is a bad influence.
[Notes] Originally a drabble for queerditch_pub that was interrupted by RL and then went a bit out of control. The prompt was "Sirius/Bellatrix, Shotgunning." I think this is the first het I've written that has no slashy undertones whatsoever, which amuses me somehow. Thanks to foreword for the beta, because she is teh secks.
Bella closes her lips around the joint and inhales deeply, then sits back, thick dark curls falling loosely into her eyes. Sirius watches fascinated at fourteen, at the slow relaxation of his cousin's features before she opens her mouth and lets the smoke curl out and dissipate. She opens her eyes halfway, a slow smile gracing her lush features, and then leans toward young Sirius, trailing a blood-red fingernail down his cheek.
"You want to try?" she says, her voice like honey over gravel and Sirius hesitates for only a second, nodding his head and looking Bellatrix in the eye. He reaches for the cigarette pinched between her fingers, but she holds it just out of reach, shaking her head so her dark locks sway around her cheeks. Sirius frowns, suddenly mad she's teasing him, but she presses a finger to against his pouting lips.
"Don't exhale right away," she says before she leans in close, wrapping her lips around the smouldering joint and sucking. Sirius stares, unsure what he should be doing for just a split second before she presses her lips against his, blowing smoke into his lungs and pressing her full breasts against his chest. He wants to cough or choke in surprise, but he holds it in, his eyes watering slightly as Bellatrix swipes her tongue across his bottom lip. She sits back, smiling enigmatically, as he holds it for a few more seconds and then he lets the smoke out with a whoosh, trying desperately not to cough.
She smiles, pressing another kiss to Sirius' lips as he feels his whole world grow a bit fuzzy around the edges.
"Good," she murmurs before cupping his chin in her hand, discarding the burnt out joint and kissing him full on. Sirius is too mellowed to protest, and kissing her is too easy, letting her tongue dance around inside his mouth, sucking at his lips and tongue, pulling sensations out of him at her will. Her mouth tastes of green smoke and the berry tart they had for dessert, and her teeth are small and sharp against his bottom lip, tugging gently as she kisses him so thoroughly. He can’t think about this, can’t think that she’s his cousin and this is wrong and they shouldn’t, because his blood is humming gently in his ears and Bellatrix’s fingers scratch down his clothed chest as she moves closer, straddling his legs and settling down just above his lap.
Sirius is fourteen and he gets turned on by a sudden breeze or a suggestive looking plate of bangers and mash, so he really can’t be blamed for the way his cock stands at full attention, straining towards the warmth of Bellatrix’s thighs. She threads one hand into his hair and on any other day it would be a bit too rough, but in the haze over his brow, it feels so damn good that Sirius’ hips buck up, brushing his clothed cock against Bella’s skirt-covered thigh, and he moans softly.
Sirius freezes, unsure if he’d somehow crossed a line, but she was kissing him and he was so damn aroused just from her full lips and her thin fingers tugging at his long dark hair and then she presses up against his cock, rocking her hips, damp heat covering the aching bulge in his trousers. Sirius whines low in his throat as there’s just enough friction, just there and his body tightens all over, hands clenching her blouse convulsively and it’s better than wanking, better than anything he could think of and she sinks her teeth into his neck just so, a sharp burst of pain and his lips form a stuttered moan as he stiffens and shudders and comes, spurting into the inside of his trousers, over and over again.
Bellatrix sits back, pressing one more kiss to her cousin’s lips as the come cools on his trousers and he pants, his lungs burning and his muscles suddenly weak. When Sirius opens his eyes, she is staring at him intently, her matching grey eyes dark with something more than lust.
“Don’t forget,” she says as she finishes smoothing her skirt and then cups his cheek gently with her palm, “Family always comes first.”