Title: Conjugal Visits [Nell/Sirius]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: R for some daddy action.
Summary: Sirius really isn't in a position to refuse. Azkaban and all.
A/N:
so, Sociofemme has
this story, in which a college girl based not-so-loosely on
herself, rescues Harry Potter from the Dursleys. it's very cute and
very innocent. which is why everytime we make a bet, i always
say she has to write Nellsex. and then i usually toss sirius in,
because ellen HATES sirius. then it came to light that she was
reading some of my smutplosion while trapped in close proximity to her
family, with no means of escape.
so i wrote Nellsex. with Sirius. hahahahaha.
Sirius Black looked up dully, fully expecting to see a Dementor as
usual, but blinked when he saw a young wizard dressed in guard robes.
“You’ve got a visitor, Black,” he grumbled.
Sirius’ voice had long ago settled into rusty disuse, so he settled for
glaring with raised eyebrows.
“Don’t you glare at me,” the guard snarled. “I know you aren’t to have
visitors, but she’s very pushy. You’ll see.”
Girl? Sirius wondered, and furthermore wondered why the guard’s last
words sounded more like a threat than information. He found out a
moment later when a slender college girl waltzed into his cell. She
wasn’t physically imposing, but she had a look in her eye that said she
could snap him like a twig. Sirius cleared his throat, preparing to
attempt to call the guard back in.
“You’re Harry’s godfather?”
she asked briskly. Sirius opened his mouth, but she pressed on. “They
told me you don’t talk much, so you can just sit there and listen. I’ve
taken custody of Harry…” Sirius tried to leap to his feet, but only
made it up a few inches before toppling backwards into the wall. “…good
to see you’re taking some interest, murdering bastard though you are.”
Sirius tried to protest, and managed to get off an indignant grumbling
wheeze that time.
“Well, we’re putting a stop to all of that!” the girl announced. Sirius
stared. “We’re going to straighten you out so you can be a proper
father figure for Harry!” She paused, looking Sirius up and down
critically. “You aren’t the best specimen, but you’re the best Harry’s
got really, so you’ll have to do. We need to get you cleaned up if
Harry’s going to visit you.”
Sirius squeaked, eyes wide. With a supreme effort, he managed to croak
out a “how?”. The girl smiled, showing teeth.
“I have some information that the Minister of Magic is
rather…protective of. When I mentioned how Harry needs parental figures
in his life, naturally he was happy to comply. First thing’s first
though.”
Before Sirius could recover from the information that
he was going to see Harry—Harry!—the girl pounced on him and dragged
his understandably grungy prison shirt over his head, then stopped
short.
“Oh my,” she said, sounding rather faint, eyes roaming
across Sirius’ chest and over the dozens of small tattoos scattered
across his skin, some prior to Azkaban, most done himself to pass the
time. The girl swallowed. “Oh my.” Then she shook herself and went out
the door of the cell for a moment, said a word to the guard, and came
back holding a steaming bucket and a scrub brush.
Sirius had
had just about enough of this strange delusion. He’d had some doozies
in the last few years, one about Dumbledore and Lemon Sherberts that
still made his skin crawl, but this was the real winner, and Sirius
wanted no more of it. He scooted back as the girl approached and
struggled, but in the end he was too weak from doing nothing for years
to fight off a fit young woman, although he did get out a few
successful swears in the process. The girl ended the fight quite
effectively by straddling him, holding him down with her body and one
hand while scrubbing with the other. Sirius gave up after a few minutes
and glared at her petulantly, making trouble by sloshing the water
bucket whenever he could.
By the time she was done however, the
sloshing water had soaked her university T-shirt through, and Azkaban
was not a tropical place, plus there had been some quality friction
between Sirius’ long-ignored cock and the girl-bits straddling him. The
girl, who had not been oblivious to the exchange their pelvises, eyed
him with an enigmatic expression.
“You know,” she said after
a moment, leaning closer so that her breath was warming Sirius’ nose,
“Harry isn’t the only one who could do with a bit of Daddy action.”
Even when Sirius had spoken on a regular basis, he didn’t think he’d
have been able to come up with something to reply to that. Apparently
it didn’t matter, however, since the girl was standing up, reaching
over to slam the cell door shut and then efficiently stripping off her
Muggle jeans.
Sirius was too shocked to even move when the
girl reached down to tug his loose trousers out of the way, held his
mostly-hard cock steady with one hand, and then sank right down on it.
Sirius wasn’t too shocked to press up into her and utter a low moan.
‘Glad to see you’re taking an interest at last,” the girl smirked.
Sirius cleared his throat deliberately and actually managed to get out
several word in a row.
“S’first time any part’s been warm in
years,” he said, voice rough, but at least recognizable as English. He
might’ve pushed out a few more words, but then the girl started rocking
back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining momentum, and Sirius let
his head fall back against the stone behind him and closed his eyes,
making a string of low, needy sounds.
“Mmm,” he heard the girl
say. “I have a thing about tattoos, you know.” He felt a slender finger
trace some of the self-inflicted lines on his chest. “Especially…prison
tattoos…”
“Huh,” Sirius murmured, not really caring what she
yammered on about so long as his bits were snugly inside her bits and
being fucked properly for the first time in nearly a decade. He’d come
so close to forgetting what an orgasm was like that his snuck up on him
quite effectively, leaving him gasping and shivering against the cold
stone behind him.
Evidently the girl had got what she wanted
out of it, because she was slipping on her jeans by the time Sirius
gathered his wits enough to open his eyes.
“Here,” she said,
handing him a clean set of prison clothes, and Sirius stared at them
for a second before remembering that clothes could occasionally be
changed. “I’m Nell, by the way. Next I come, I’ll bring Harry, so try
to be a bit more social.”
She bustled out of the cell with the same brisk energy she’d entered,
leaving Sirius blinking stupidly in her wake.
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