salacious | sirius black

t o x i c

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

a/n: reader dicretion is *higtly* advised

odessa xavier

"Yo, Padfoot, my mate," James beamed from his place opposite Sirius, while there was an open bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand. "Do you remember when Pompfrey didn't- didn't allow us to see Moony because he was still recovering from the last night?" We were all surrounding him as if he was about to tell a bedtime story.

Sirius lips spread into a smile, "No doubt, Prongs," He confirmed, and ran his hand through his hair, before it could fall any further into his face.

God, his face, even if he was drunk, his face was gorgeous. The black suit he wore today made his cheekbones pop, though that wasn't all I've noticed. It added some sort of noblessy into his appearance, he looked untouchable, yet I wanted to run my hands past his whole body once again. Dig my nails deep into his skin while he's fucking me.

Remus sniggers, "Oh, not that one guys..."

"Quiet, Moony," I sing-songed, my face in both of my hands as I shifted my stare at our Head Boy expectantly, "I wan't to hear it all."

"Of course she wouldn't let you two pricks stay," Lily scoffs next to James, "the only way you could stay, is if you were injured."

"Darling-" He pointed out a finger at Lily, "Please, let me finnish!" Lily rolled her eyes and James started talking again, "She didn't allow us to stay, so I told Padfoot-"

"Prongs told me to punch him, and that then he'll punch me-" Sirius added before James cut in, "So- so we're both injured!" They both start cackling like idiots, but the others around the table can't hide their amusement as well.

I cheekily scrunch up my nose as I jester myself, "I'd die to see McGonagall's face, when she found out."

"Yeah, yeah, Minnie loves us..." Sirus confirmed ironically as he poured himself another shot.

Our group except Peter, who kept misteriously disappearing, was celebrating at the Three Broomsticks after the funeral ceremony that has been hosted for James' parents. We had to raise a glass in their memory, but somehow the light champagne glasses turned into stronger shot glasses and we ended up getting wasted as we always did.

"Or- or that one night you caught me sneaking out of your parent's kitchen with a biscuit in my mouth naked?" James began story-telling again.

"Unfortunately, I still remember it vivid," Sirius hiccuped, brushing away the tear that formed in the corner of his eye. "You- you were bringing a glass of fucking milk in your room," he paused to catch a breath since the two idiots couldn't stop cackling in between telling their story. "We- we stared- at each other for like ten minutes, and then-"

"Then you said hey -" James couldn't finnish his sentence since he had trouble even breathing as him and Sirius break ou in even jestery laughter.

Lily leaned over the table with her elbows.

"Guys, don't tell me we'll have to call madame Pompfrey down here."

James shoved Sirius in his arm, "Fucking Pompfrey!" He choked, and they start mocking again.

"Are they even breathing?" Remus questioned, raising his brows with an amused smile on his face as he chugged on his Butterbeer.

"Barely." I state snickering as we observe them, "Looks like their guffaw is cutting the air supply..."

Lily sights, "They're fuddled." She clasps her hands to get their attention, "That's it, we're getting you two back to your dorm."