Love and Other Curses

Great O {Young Sirius} Male!

You sigh and look at your empty parchment in front of you. You're currently in Transfiguration with an essay due at the end of class. Professor McGonagall is one of the youngest, yet sternest teachers you've ever come across.

Instead of the normal 'give them detention if they are a jerk' attitude, she calls them out. And if they dare to get sassy with her, they get sass back without hesitation. Needless to say, McGonagall is a badass teacher.

"Sirius Black, sit up straight."

You look over to see him slumped against the desk, his thick, wavy locks spread against his parchment with his head rested on it.

He sits up lazily and announces, "But I'm gay."

Then he turns slightly to look you in the face and winks. What the hell? Does he know you're gay or is he hitting on you?

Oh my gods, Sirius winked at you. Y/N, calm down.

You look over at him again and he's still looking at you. When he catches your eye, he smirks.

Damn, that smirk is sexy.

"Sirius, if you're done eye-raping Y/N, your paper still needs to be written."

Your face heats up as he turns to McGonagall and raises an eyebrow.

"And if I'm not done?"

She tries to give him a stern glare as the class giggles, but if you look close enough, you can see the corners of her mouth turn up.

You hide your face with your sleeve-covered hand. F/N, your best friend, elbows you in the side.

"Shut it," you mutter.

Thankfully, the bell rings before Sirius can open his mouth again. You jump up and turn your paper in. You shuffle out of the classroom before anyone can stop you.

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You're innocently eating your dinner in the Great Hall when you feel the seat shift next to you. You look over to see Sirius. Great.

You look down the Slytherin table and sure enough, there are many staring at this brash Gryffindor. You smile meekly as Sirius turns to speak to you.

"So how's it going Y/N?"

"Great- oh."

His hand settles on your upper thigh. He raises an eyebrow.

"Is there are a problem?"

"N-not at all."

He raises his hand higher and you suck in a breath. You see him slightly smirk. Jerk.

"So McGonagall was intense today."

"Only if you're a dick."

You mentally slap yourself for your choice of words as his hand is about an inch away from yours.

He leans in close and whispers, "You are what you eat."

You nervously gulp.

"Oh?"

He somehow gets your zipper down and pants unbuttoned one-handedly.

"Everyone can see us," you hiss.

"So? That's why it's such a turn on."

He starts to palm you through your boxers and it takes a lot of willpower not to moan loudly right then and there.

"Sirius," you warn.

"Just tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."

Damn, you can't lie now. Especially with his hand on your erect cock.

Once he realizes that you're not rejecting him, he grins. He slides his hand past the waist band of your boxers. When he wraps his hand around your length, you hiss slightly. Several people close to you turn and look at you curiously. You just glare them down until they turn back around.

He slowly shifts his hand up. He slides the tip of his finger over your slit and you almost lose your shit there. Abruptly, he begins stroking you faster.

You clench your hands on the edge of the table. You probably look like a lunatic right now, but you can't make yourself care. All you care about is this gorgeous boy next to you is stroking you in front of everyone.

You're close. Damn, are you close. He starts to jerk you faster.

He leans in and whispers, "I've wanted you for a while now. I wanted to take you right in McGonagall's classroom. Imagine, your legs spread on her desk, me between them. . ."

That's when you spill all over his hand. You're panting and you know your face is bright red. He takes his hand away from you and lifts it to his face. You see your cum all over his hand before he starts to lick it clean. It's definitely one of the sexiest sights you've ever seen, hands down.

Once your breathing is under control, you zip and button your pants. He smirks at you.

"Well, it was fun talking to you Y/N. I'll see you later."

He winks and walks away.

Damn. Sirius Black just gave you a handjob in the Great Hall.