Tw implied smut
Male reader
It was another morning after Quidditch practice, and the Gryffindor locker room was buzzing with energy. As the team changed out of their gear, Sirius couldn't help but notice the fresh set of scratches on Y/N's back again. His curiosity, combined with a mischievous glint in his eye, got the better of him.
"Hey, Y/N," Sirius called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Did you have another run-in with that 'angry bush' last night?"
Y/N blushed furiously and quickly pulled on his shirt. "Something like that," he muttered.
Sirius's grin widened as he turned his attention to James, who was attempting to look nonchalant. "Prongs, any chance you were there to witness this vicious attack?"
James looked up, trying to hide his embarrassment. "What are you talking about, Padfoot?"
"Oh, come on," Sirius said, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers. "We all know those aren't from a bush. I mean, look at them. They're obviously from someone with a bit of... enthusiasm."
The room erupted in laughter, and Y/N wished he could disappear. James, determined to maintain his cool, stood up and faced Sirius.
"Alright, fine. They're from me," James admitted, crossing his arms. "What's your point, Padfoot?"
Sirius smirked. "Oh, nothing. Just didn't peg you as the, uh, bottom type."
James's eyes narrowed, and his cheeks flushed with indignation. "I can top just fine, thank you very much."
Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself. "Really? Because those scratches say otherwise."
James, now fully invested in proving his point, glanced at Y/N, who was trying to contain his amusement. "Fine. I'll prove it."
That evening, James and Y/N found themselves alone in the Gryffindor common room. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their secluded corner. James, still slightly flustered from Sirius's teasing, was determined to show he could indeed take control.
"Alright, Y/N," James began, trying to sound confident. "Tonight, I'm going to top."
Y/N bit his lip to keep from laughing and nodded. "Okay, James. Whatever you say."
James leaned in to kiss Y/N, his hands exploring with newfound determination. But as the intensity grew, James found himself second-guessing his every move, too focused on proving a point rather than enjoying the moment.
He attempted to take charge, but Y/N's responsiveness and familiarity with James's body quickly turned the tables. Before long, James found himself on his back, Y/N straddling him with a teasing grin.
"Having trouble, Potter?" Y/N teased, leaning down to nip at James's neck.
James groaned, his bravado crumbling. "This isn't exactly how I planned it."
Y/N chuckled softly, pressing kisses along James's jaw. "You don't have to prove anything, you know. I love you just the way you are."
James sighed, finally relaxing. "I know. It's just... Sirius got under my skin."
Y/N kissed him deeply, their bodies moving together in a familiar rhythm. "Ignore Sirius. He doesn't know what he's talking about."
The next morning, James and Y/N made their way to breakfast, both looking well-rested and content. Sirius, already seated at the Gryffindor table, raised an eyebrow as they approached.
"So, Prongs," Sirius began, a teasing lilt in his voice. "How did your grand attempt at topping go?"
James shot him a look, but there was no real anger behind it. "Let's just say... it didn't quite go as planned."
Sirius burst out laughing, clapping James on the back. "That's alright, mate. You're still the best Chaser on the team. Leave the topping to the professionals."
James rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh along. Y/N leaned in and whispered in James's ear, "You know, you don't have to prove anything to anyone but me."
James smiled, squeezing Y/N's hand under the table. "I know. And that's all that matters."
As the day went on, the teasing continued, but it was all in good fun. The Marauders' bond was as strong as ever, filled with laughter, love, and the occasional bit of playful competition. And as long as they had each other, they knew they could handle anything that came their way.
