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He’s been free for 7 years now. Azkaban… it could never really be a distant memory. Being in Azkaban had been like drowning in a frozen lake where the water never reached your lungs. It was slow suffocation without death, an endless tundra wrapped around the soul. It had taken too much from him, but it seemed more manageable now. Truly, no maudlin emotions could hope to withstand the radiating joy wrought from being in the presence of Harriet Potter. Her exuberance for life had thawed that desolate landscape that the Dementors had fostered within him.
At 20 she has grown into an exceptional witch. She walks easier in her skin, emitting love like a small sun, pulling everyone around her into her orbit. It was all too easy for him to stand near her warmth and soak in as much of her love as he could. He captured her smiles fastidiously, hoarding them like the treasures they were.
He’s not really sure when his feelings evolved; when they became less fatherly and more covetous. It seems so natural like breathing…inhale ‘she’s so beautiful’ exhale ‘smells so good’ inhale ‘Merlin that smile’ exhale ‘I don’t want her to leave’ inhale ‘I want her to stay’ exhale ‘I want her’.
Maybe.. maybe if he hadn’t spent so many years shackled in darkness, maybe if he’d been free to chase skirts and live his reckless life in peace.. well after losing James, it never would have been peaceful would it? No, it would have been dark, full of vengeance, anger, pain. But he’d have been free wouldn’t he? He would have found his distractions in between some random witches thighs. He could have drank the pain away. Tracked down every damned Death Eater and make them beg at the tip of his wand for mercy. And through it all he would have had only pure fatherly love for his little goddaughter.
But instead he was left to languish, his youth and vitality siphoned away by those fucking wraiths. His dreams-such as they were- left to rot along with his sanity behind the iron bars of his regrets. All that’s left now is a sick distortion of the wizard he used to be. Sure, he’s regained his physical health, his hair is back to its usual shine- thank fuck- he’s even added a few more tattoos- professionally done this time- to his collection. But the passion that used to fuel him, drove his every movement, is gone. No, not gone.. just redirected. Into her. Every move he makes is to bring him closer to her. Every breath he breathes is with the hope that he will be able to breathe her in. His plans, his longings his dreams are all for her.
“Sirius? Are you up here?”
Fuck. He stubs out his cigarette and turns away from the view of the park across the street in time to catch Harrie’s mess of hair ascending the ladder to the roof from the attic access window. His breath catches when her eyes drag up his body, assessing, always so perceptive. Can she see how badly he needs her? How his mouth practically waters at her scent? No, she mustn’t. She would be horrified to know how perverted her godfather truly is.
He’s tried, Merlin has he tried fucking the need for her out of him. He’s taken witches in every way he can think of, in the alley behind the pub, bent over the bench in the kitchen, on their knees like a bitch in heat, sweet and proper in a bed, but nothing has worked. All he wants is Harrie. And Godric, does he hate himself for it.
“I’ve been looking for you, you didn’t come home last night, and I can tell you haven’t eaten anything. Come down, I’ve made dinner, and opened one of those stupidly expensive bottles of your father’s wine.”
‘Such a good little witch, taking care of her daddy’ he thinks eyeing her “You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He tries to keep the lust out of his voice, but he’s always been a flirt, it’s a hard habit to break.
Following her down the stairs, making a truly valiant effort (failing) to keep his eyes away from her arse (gorgeous), he resolves to keep his thoughts purely familial for the rest of the evening. Sirius Black is renowned for his self control…
“You’ll never never guess who I saw in the department of Muggle relations today! Umbridge! Can you believe it that shrew shouldn’t be let near any sentient creature let alone poor Muggles! I suppose that’s the only place they could stick her after everything… though I still would have preferred to see her in a cell in Azkaban.”
As she talks he watches her lips move. Each word spilling from her soft lips made his cock harden further and further. ‘Fuck. No. No. Do not think about those lips wrapped around your cock. How red would they get? No. Stop. What is she saying? Muggles. Not swollen lips spit shined and gasping for air. ‘You need to say something, she’s noticed you’re staring at her mouth.’ “Interesting, what did you do then” there, that’s nice and vague.
“Oh nothing, Dwalish made me trek all the way over there just to deliver my stupid report straight to Fisher’s desk so I only stayed long enough to give her a healthy glare and then got right the hell out of there. Do I have something in my teeth?”
Fuck. Don’t say you’re imagining her on her knees choking on your cock. Definitely do not say that. “No baby, I’m just caught in my head today.” Yeah that’s good, nice and innocent, still said head, but nobody’s perfect.
“Dinner was fantastic, let’s take our wine in the sun room.”
“You hardly touched your food, are you okay?”
“Just fine baby, come on.”
The sun room is a beautiful place, all glass set into the back of the house surrounded by the garden Harrie had been diligently bringing back to life in her spare time. It’s so beautiful, they spend most of their evenings here, sitting on the same love seat, the record player dragged in from his room, playing whatever their current obsession happens to be.
It’s absolute bliss as far as he’s concerned. The wine was making him feel warm, loosening his tongue, smoothing out his inhibitions, maybe he should have eaten a bit more at dinner. The girl by his side, soft, warm, pliant, leaning into him where she belongs. She smells like honey, so fucking sweet he feels it on his tongue, dripping down his throat. He wants to lick her. Stick his nose into her cunt and bathe in that scent until it soaks into his skin and becomes part of him too.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks so softly he might have missed it, as lost as he is in his imaginings.
Now’s the time, if there was a time.. this could be it. You can tell her you fancy her. Tell her you need to touch her, even if it’s just the one time. “Nothing, sweetheart. Just brooding, I suppose. Pink Floyd always makes me maudlin.”
“We can switch the record. Listen to something happier? The Beach Boys? Led Zeppelin?” Her chin lifts to rest on his chest, her green eyes looking into his. As if it’s taken on a mind of its own, his hand raises to brush her cheek with his knuckles. He hardly dares to breathe as he watches his thumb brush along her lower lip, stroking it reverently.
Harrie quickly sucked air in through her parted lips, stiffening from her previously languid position over his chest.
“Harrie- I-Sorry. I’m sorry.. fuck. Just-just forget I did that.”
“No! No- I- it’s okay. You’re okay.” She grabs onto his hand before he can take it away, pressing it further on to her cheek.
He froze then. Searching her eyes. Trying to divine any clue as to what she may be thinking.. feeling. His grip on her face shifted. Gryffindor courage rising to the surface, madness swift on its heels. With her chin gripped in between his fingers he brings her closer until he is breathing her breath, hot little puffs striking his lips.
Licking the taste of her breath from his lips he rumbles “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t touch you. Not like this.”
“But I want you too. Please. Please kiss me Siri.”
Releasing her jaw he stands gripping his hair and pacing away toward the glass wall of the sunroom. The sun had set some time ago and the room now feels like a glass bauble submerged into the depths of the ocean. His reflection appears as frantic as he feels.
“You can’t want this Harrie. I’m old enough to be your father. You’re my best mate’s daughter! He’s dead but I’m pretty certain he’d still find a way to come back and kick my arse. You’re my goddaughter for Merlin’s sake!”
As every doubt and fear fell from his lips, the stubborn tilt to her chin deepened.
“First off Sirius Black, I do want this, I want you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care who you knew or were friends with. I would like to think my father would understand that the Potter heart chooses who it chooses and nothing can shake it. My heart chose you. So if you could please kiss me now, I would really appreciate it!”
She had moved closer to him while she spoke. She reached her hands up to grip on to his elbows, his hands still clutched in his hair behind his neck. Exerting just a little pressure she brought his arms down and ran her hands back up to the spot where his had just been. His own hands rise to hold her hips, keeping her at a distance as much as fighting the desire to bring her in closer.
He laughed — a sound choked off halfway between a protest and the relief of a man who’d been holding his breath too long. For a moment his hands stayed at her hips like a guard, fingers splayed, thumbs pressing into the fabric of her dress to keep himself anchored in the moment rather than floating off into the abyss of his ocean of regrets. Then, slowly, he relents, his hands slide up her trim little waist. One settles at the nape of her neck, the other curves around the small of her back and draws her in.
She answers the motion, tipping her chin up. Their lips meet in a kiss that’s at first both clumsy and reverent — the kiss of two people used to craving a loving touch that would never come. Wine and confession had taken the edge off fear; the kiss was soft at the beginning, testing, then deepened as certainty spread between them like warmth.
Sirius’s fingers thread into her hair cupping her skull to ease the strain on her neck; Harrie’s hands press against his chest, feeling the silk of his shirt and the pounding of his heart. He hesitated and pulled back for a breath, eyes hooded. “Harrie,” he said into the curve of her mouth, the name an apology and an invocation. “Are you—are you really certain? I couldn’t live with myself if you come to regret this.”
Her answer is a small sigh that turned into a whisper. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I need you so badly.”
That seemed to do what nothing else had: the last of his resistance broke. He bent his head and kissed her again, harder now, with the kind of urgency that was borne from years of wanting. The backs of her knees pressed into the loveseat; she shifted her weight so their bodies aligned, and his hand slipped down to cup her arse, pressing her into his growing erection.
They moved as if rediscovering an old map — familiar landmarks, new trails. His mouth left hers to trail along her jaw, then her throat, and each place he touched made her breath hitch. She tangled her fingers in his hair and moaned her desire out into the quiet of the sunroom. This was a dance he was quite familiar with, the retreat and advance of lips and hands on skin. But this time, this time is was so fucking much more. This was passion in its purest form.
He’d experienced love before, he loved James and Remus like brothers. His love for Regulus was complex and tangled. He even thought he may have loved Marlene at one point. But this, Merlin this feeling was so much more than any of that. It was fire beneath his skin. It was as if his love had expanded within his body the way the night sky pressed against the earth- seemingly endless and immeasurable. Too much for one body to hold.
When at last they eased apart for air, their foreheads rested together, laughter and rawness mingling. “Now darling,” he murmured, voice rough with something like wonder, “now I can finally have you. Fuck, baby, I am going to ruin you.”
“I know,” she said, and kissed him again, biting his lip — this time with the promise of all the things she’d imagined while she was alone in her bed. “Just… please daddy. I need you.”
They both paused… not even daring to move. “I- I’m sorry. That slipped out. Pretend I didn’t say that!”
“Oh but baby, I would like nothing more than to hear you call me that many, many more times. In fact, I think I’ll make you scream it.”
He picks her up and lays her down on the love seat, sliding his hand between her legs slowly, fingers finding her sweet little knickers already damp. Pushing them to the side he slides his fingers through her slick folds, relishing in the sound of her arousal.
Gently he begins to circle her clit. On every third circle her gives a little tap directly on it, sending zings of pure pleasure through her body. At the same time he is sucking little marks into the smooth pale skin of her throat. She begins to hitch her hips up to match the rhythm of his fingers and her hands run up and down his back, mapping out the lean muscles there. Suddenly he leans back on to his heels, gathering his hair back he ties it into a messy bun, using a band he keeps on his wrist. His hands quickly find the hem of her dress and he quickly pulls it up and off her body revealing soft, silky skin and the most perfect set of breasts he’s ever seen.
“Fuck, I’ve imagine these beautiful breasts so many times. Never even got close. So perfect Harrie. So perfect for daddy.”
Her lithe little body is flushed in patches that reach from her cheeks down to her chest. She shivers slightly under his intense gaze. He runs his hands slowly up her waist, letting her feel his calloused fingers rough against her smooth skin. When he reaches her breasts, he plucks at her nipples, listening to the sweet little sounds spilling from her lips.
As she begins to writhe on the couch, one of his hands drifts back down to her knickers, which he notes are in crimson with a little gold bow. The wet spot has only grown, and when her brushes against it the scent that is stirred up makes his mouth water.
Slowly, he beings to peel away the last bit of cloth hiding her body away from his gaze. “Oh baby, you’re so beautiful. I want you so much. Want to taste every inch of you. Want to make you come so hard. You’ll let me have you, won’t you baby? Let daddy make you feel so good?”
“Please Siri, please.”
He released a gust of breath and bent over her, burying his face into her neck. "Harrie, I love you. I love you, so much." He kissed and licked her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He kissed his way to her lips and breathed, "I love you." As his tongue slid into her mouth, his free arm went under her back, and two fingers of his right hand slid into her tight channel.
His thumb circled over her throbbing clit. She groaned and rocked her hips against him.
"You are so fucking wet baby," he groaned. "I need you. I need to be inside you." He nipped at her lower lip and his tongue swept over her lips to her jaw before drawing back to whisper in her ear. "I want to feel your hot little cunt swallow my cock. Want to feel you come all over me."
His thumb kept circling her clit in tortuous little circles, his fingers inside her rubbing against that sponges spot that he knew would drive her mad. The little gasps and moans she allowed to pass her lips were fucking addictive, he wanted to make her lose all control. He wanted to make her scream. When he began to feel a telling fluttering in her muscles he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat back.
With a confused and disgruntled whine she went to grab at his shirt "Siri, Daddy. I want… I want…"
"What do you want, baby?"
“Want you please! Don’t stop you said you wouldn’t stop!”
A growl vibrated up from his chest. "Shhh baby. I know, I know what you need. I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you grip me so tight with your perfect little cunt."
He reached back and pulled his shirt over his head, mussing his hastily tied back hair. He watched as she took in his toned chest, his many tattoos, feeling that familiar sense of male pride that his woman wanted him, was dripping wet all for him. With that little boost of confidence he began to unbutton his denims a little slower. His cock was straining against the material, and he watched as her eyes dropped to his prominent bulge. Swallowing back a growl, he peeled his trousers off, as usual he had gone commando so as he straightened she was greeted by the sight of his aching cock, the tip red and leaking. He couldn’t hold back the next growl as he watched her lick her lips at the sight.
He needed to be inside her. Now. He grabbed her ankle and softly tugged it around his hip as he shifted to kneel between her thighs. Running his hand from her ankle up her calf, to the back of her thigh and then further up to the globe of her arse, he sank his fingers in to the supple flesh he found there. His other hand gripped his cock and began to run the tip between her folds slicking himself with her wetness.
"You're so sweet, so wet for me baby. Daddy’s going to give you his cock and make you feel so good."
He pushed against her opening; he was not a small man, it was going to take a bit of work to ease his way into her tight little hole. She gasped when he began to breach her.
"Shhh It'll hurt a little baby, but I'll help you. It won't hurt very long." He began to circle her clit again, a faster pace than he had before and began to rock his way inside her in smooth little glides. He could tell she was a little uncomfortable but the list he found in her eyes encouraged him to keep going.
"Daddy, it stings."
"I know. I know love." He continued rubbing at her clit, in tight little circles, keeping enough pressure to take her focus off the uncomfortable stretch. He pushed and slid in a bit further. He shuddered. "You feel so good. You’re doing so well for daddy, just a little further love."
He shifted his grip on her arse and lifted her hips to alighting him self with her entrance more fully. His eyes rose to hers, his chest heaving for restraining himself. "I need…fuck, just one last push baby, then it will be so much better. Let me in sweetheart. Let me have you." His hand left her clit and moved to her hip to her other hip both hands grabbing tighter, his fingers pressing into her skin. His spread his thighs and thrusted slowly but with intent. He looked down to where they were joined and slowly thrust his full length into her, shuddering, his hair falling into his face.
“Ah- Siri!” She cried so beautifully once she was fully stuffed with his cock.
He threw his head back, his eyes shut, his nostrils flared. "Feel that baby, it’s like coming home. You were made for me. Your tight little cunt was made to take my cock.”
His eyes opened slowly. He leaned forward bracing one hand by her head, he took hold of her hand that had gripped on to his thigh, and he slid her fingers down to where they were joined. "I want you to feel how wet you are."
He pulled out just a bit and she gasped feeling him move but inside her and the slippery steel of his cock against her fingers. Her fingers traced him to the root and further back to brush against his sack.
He groaned, "Oh, Harrie, touching me like that…"
She pulled her fingers away and he grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his lips. He inhaled her honey sweet scent and said "Do you taste as sweet as you smell baby?"
He sucked her fingers in to his mouth, his tongue curling around and over each one, cleaning them throughly and once he was done he placed a kiss to the center of he palm. He moved her hand back down to his abdomen and said “feel me take you love.” And then, he began to move.
He started with slow even strokes only leaving her cunt a short ways, enough to give some friction but not to leave her feeling empty.
"You are mine, Harrie. You have been since the moment I first saw you." He moved his hand between their bodies again, his thumb sliding back to her clit, stroking and rubbing over the slippery wet nub.
He bent over her and licked into her mouth, whispering in to the wet cavern, "now I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you cum around my cock."
He began to pick up speed, matching his tempo with the pressure he was placing on her clit. He fucked her moth with his tongue at the same time, claiming it for his own just as throughly. He started to feel her inner muscles quiver, she was getting close. Her breathing becoming uneven gasps and moans, her little hands scratching and gripping onto any piece of him she could reach.
He breathed into her ear. "I feel you getting hotter. You're so close baby, you can let go, I’ll catch you." He groaned as he thrust slowly and steadily into her keeping an easy but dominating rhythm.
She gasped, hearing his voice her hand raising to clutch onto his back, her legs circling his waist, heel’s digging into his ass, trying to spur him into a faster pace. She was moaning his name at the feeling of his hardness sliding slowly in and out, caressing her from the inside.
“Ah, please! Faster daddy, please!”
"You're going to take what I give you baby," he whispered, the smooth tone of his voice betrayed by the pounding of his heart and his stuttered breathing. "And when you cum, you're going to clamp down on my cock and squeeze it so…"
She came so suddenly, he barely had time to pull his face back to watch as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened into the most sinful whine. Watching her face relax into the bliss he had given her almost made him come right then.
"Ah, gnnnh- ah ah, God." She cried shuddering under him as his hips thrust against her, balls slapping early against her slick pussy. Each pulse of her orgasm attempting to milk him of his seed.
“Fuck, good- good girl, good girl, coming so hard on daddy’s cock.”
He increases his pace, fucking into her with firm, steady strokes, grinding into the spongy wall inside her, stoking a second orgasm on the heels of her first. “Mine, this cunt is mine.” He growls, Padfoot feeling a little closer to the surface than usual. Both sides of him wanting to claim the little witch below him.
Harrie was mewling beneath him, steady streams of nonsensical noises falling from her lips. Sirius’ cock filling her to the brim with every thrust. He could feel his own end approaching but he needed to feel her come apart around him one more time- wanted to spill into her welcoming heat while her body convulsed with pleasure around him.
He leans down and sucks at her pink nipples, her cries turning sharper, more desperate. When her voice begins to break, he sucks hard on her nipple and pinches her clit between his thumb and finger.
“Ahhh! Daddy!” Harrie’s orgasm hits her like lightning and she screams out her pleasure into the room.
With two more thrusts he follows her into orgasm, the tip of his cock meeting the end of her channel and spilling his seed directly into her womb.
“That’s it, take it baby. Every- ah- drop.”
A few more final thrusts and he collapses on top of her. His head buried in her neck licking the sweat from her skin, gasping out the last vestiges of his pleasure into her hair.
Pulling back to look into her eyes, he smoothed her hair back from his face and kisses her sweetly.
“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I have so many regrets, but loving you will never be one of them.”
“I love you too Sirius. Would it be weird to say I’m really glad my parents named you my godfather?”
He groaned and laughed darkly, burying his head back into her hair.