three_broomsticks | Marauders AU

"Don't Lily baby me, James Potter," she says with a huff, abandoning her pillow and climbing out of bed. Her feet slip into a pair of slippers. Slippers that have distinct teeth marks that would align with one Padfoot's jaw, if one were to bother to check. They've all made enough of a ruckus that she's awake, now. "He's your responsibility."

Good lord, she just referred to a grown man acting as a dog as someone's responsibility. With a groan, she scrubs at her face, padding into their bathroom. It takes her longer than it should to pick through the medicine cabinet to find what she's looking for. Then she's shuffling back into the bedroom, climbing back into bed, and pressing a small vial into her husband's hand. Hangover potion.

"Sirius, come here. Let James breathe for a moment." She reaches over, dragging her nails against his doggy head.

Oh good Merlin you two are so bloody cranky in the morning!! How can you be angry at this face? Look at it. It's so cute.

Still flung right over James in mild fear, Sirius watches Lily leave for the bathroom, ears perked, ignoring James' struggles, until she's back with a potion, scratching his head and inviting him for cuddles. Yes, please. James is crabby and isn't giving him the love he deserves.

So Sirius wriggles his way off of James and across the bed, offering a big, sloppy kiss to Lily's cheek before he's rolling right over onto his back, fluffy belly up, all four paws in the air.

Who said he's not giving Sirius any proper attention? James has his hands on those ears because he knows from experience it hurts when she yells. And when she leaves, he's giving absent minded scratches.

But fine, be like that. He kind of understands. If he'd have the option of getting belly rubs from her or from Sirius, it'd be her all the way, mate. Because she smells nice, even when hungover.

"She usually likes that," he mutters to Sirius when she's in the bathroom. Maybe a little defensively. And when she comes back he'll try to offer her a nice smile. Something obviously worked because he's gifted a hangover cure and with a happy little groan, he downs it without even thinking twice.

It's wonderful. Potions are amazing, kicking in instantly. The thing is that when he doesn't feel horrible anymore, now he just feels gross. Bathroom is happily close and he'll breeze through it, brushing teeth and taking a quick shower. He's back in ten minutes and flops diagonally over the bed on top of both of them, his face on her stomach and towel clad hips on Sirius, uncaring if the two of them have managed to fall asleep in the meanwhile.

And because it's so conveniently there, he's going to rub up the hem of her shirt with his nose and kiss her stomach. Quite possibly on his way up towards her chest. It wouldn't be the first time.

"You're the best wife."

Adorable face, destructive and loud tendencies. Lily's been forced to intentionally not look at that face, so as to not fall victim to its cuteness.

It's rather unfair, because not only is there that doggy face that licks her, but there's also a cute husband face, and he seems to be working rather hard at being cute. Which is, of course, working. She's a sap. She's a sucker. It's a horrible fate, making her forget why she was so cross to begin with.

While James showers, she's busy curling up beside a fluffy doggy body, absently scratching wherever she can reach while she resettles back in bed. Lily falls into a light doze, listening to the hiss of the shower--until a body makes the bed jerk rather abruptly, making her jerk in turn, and then there's a head on her belly.

She reaches down to drag her fingers through his wet hair, snorting when his stubble tickles her stomach. "I suppose you've earned a bit of niceness." There is the whole fiasco with the fireplace, after all. Her fingers drift to the back of his neck, digging into the muscle there. "Are you feeling better, then?" she asks, reaching up with her other hand to fiddle with one of Sirius' paws.

Destructive and loud is part of his charm!

Either way, Lily seems plied easily enough by the combined efforts of both he and James, and James too seems more or less back to his old plucky self now that he's taken the potion, so Sirius is content. He pants noisily, long pink slab of a tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, more than happy to enjoy a good morning belly rub for as long as it'll last.

Which isn't too terribly long, with James climbing over the both of them. Sirius grunts at the weight now over top of his soft, tender belly, but makes no effort to move, either. Uncomfortable or not, he's happy. Sticking his cold nose under James' arm, Sirius nudges it up, begging for pets, and the paw that Lily's playing with twitches and stretches enormous padded toes.

"Mmnn!" Probably means yes. James is busy nosing his way under Lily's shirt and kissing the underside of her tits. Can't get enough of those. Somehow he manages to wiggle his head under that shirt, handless, you have to hand it to him, he has some mad skills.

Sirius will get his petting, though. Because James has a hand free, he'll rub it up along that furry chest and buries his fingers in the thick mane, scratching and scritching his way through it up to Sirius' ears, which he absentmindedly rubs while continuing to press wet kisses on Lily's chest.

Yup, it's safe to say he's feeling better.

He does indeed have some skills, having mastered the art of overcoming her top. Handless, no less. It's not the first time she's wondered if he'd practiced on Sirius. It seems like something they'd do to pass the time.

"Heard a funny thing the other day," she murmurs, still a bit sleepy, nose pressed to Sirius' scruff. He needs a bath. He's starting to smell less fresh and more dog-like. Her fingers work the pads of his foot. "Someone's been peeing on the Smith's lawn, and the rotted grass looks remarkably phallic in design."

The last of that ends a little breathier than she'd intended, her body fidgeting when James' scruffy not-beard tickles her skin with his kisses. The higher his head creeps, the lower her hand drops, until she's digging her fingers into his shoulders, next.

"We wouldn't know anything about that, right?"

Sirius is entirely nonplussed by the goings-on under Lily's shirt; why should he be? This is nothing new for them.

Rude, though - dog-like is a very good smell, if you ask Sirius. He likes it. The scent of earth, and warm thick fur and grass and sunshine and only a little cheese. He's melting under the attention, however, from the rub of James' hand against his chest, his great shaggy head pressing into the ear scratches, a rolling, happy sound in his throat. His foot still twitches a little beneath Lily's manipulations, but he tolerates it well enough, doesn't try to stop her.

When she's talking about the pee dick, though, his eyes snap open and lift up toward her face. After only a moment's time, he opens his mouth into a big, panting doggy smile, tongue lolling from the side, his big plume of a tail thumping against the mattress.

The Smiths are arseholes. They had it coming.

James has reached the level of her nipples by the time the pee dick comes up and he snorts with amusement onto her skin. There's no doubt about it, a terror has landed in the neighborhood and no one but the Smiths are sorry for it.

"Come on, Lily. They deserve every drop of it," he mutters before fishing one of her nipples into his mouth and proceeds to give it a good suck.

Sirius on the other hand will get a few more vigorous ear scratches for that though, because thank you, mate, that's beautiful. He couldn't have planned it better himself. Sadly a deer peeing on neighbors yard would probably be noticed a lot better than a black dog.

Dog-like is how it begins, and then the entire house will smell of dog, and she'd rather he smell fresher, if she'll be sleeping with him, thank you very much.

A shivery breath escapes her when James' mouth reaches her nipple. She remains still for now, but soon she'll be fidgeting if he keeps this attention-giving up. "I'm sure they did. Were you there to instruct him on where to whizz?"

Lily tilts her head to look up at that big doggy face, pressing a loud kiss straight to his cold, wet nose. "Menace. Did you get your revenge on that nasty, yappy Pomeranian, as well?"

Well yes, once he's gotten to smelling more like corn chips than warm dog smell, you've got permission to hose him down, but he's going to push that limit as far as he can. Sirius doesn't mind bathing, he's actually rather a clean man, because smelling like a dumpster certainly doesn't get you laid - but Padfoot? Padfoot hates baths. They're no fun at all.

At any rate, Sirius pushes his head appreciatively into James' vigorous ear scratches, his eyes closing at the feeling because yes, that's nice, there are few things better than ear scratches. Save perhaps for a belly rub. When Lily kisses his nose, Sirius opens his eyes again and licks a big, warm doggy kiss right up her face.

He's well aware of what you're getting up to there, James Potter; even without seeing the shape of his head under Lily's shirt, her reactions alone are evident enough. But no party here seems to have any problem at all with the arrangement. Sirius' tail thumps happily against the mattress in response to her question, and he swivels his ears forward and offers a brief, affirmative chuff. Yes, that little bastard had it coming.

James doesn't even notice, honestly. He's lived with that dog smell most of his youth. Sirius and Remus together in one dorm room is pretty potent, you know. This is why he'll forever insist that Lily smells like roses and blue skies pretty much all day long never mind what she was doing.

"I have no part in this, sweetheart," he calls from under her shirt but Sirius (and Lily, lets be real here) knows perfectly that he would have liked to be part of this particular story and how it got born.

And hey, it's not like he's trying to be sneaky here. It's pretty obvious what he's up to. And she has two tits that both need some attention. Besides, Sirius isn't shy to kiss his wife as it looks, James definitely isn't shy to dip his hand onto her stomach and dip those fingertips under her panties...

Lily's adjusted, but there are times where the smell hits her. Particularly when she stuffs her face against his fur, or when he's wet from the rain. It's not necessarily bad, but still not something she wants to smell on a consistent basis. She also doesn't understand her husband's proclamations about her smelling so good (though it would make sense, living with a bunch of boys, wouldn't it?).

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did, though." Well, let the fidgeting begin... seeing as he he's not letting up, going so far as to dip his fingers under her panties. It's not the first time he's gotten handsy while Sirius is there. That fact still doesn't prevent the heat from flooding her cheeks. "You egged him on enough about the mailman." A pause. "James." It's meant to sound exasperated, but it sounds breathless, much to her chagrin.

Also? Doggy kisses are much different from human kisses. She sputters when that rough tongue swipes up her face, catching her mouth. Eugh, where has his tongue been? "I think you've earned the title of neighborhood terror." After quickly scrubbing her lips, she gives him a good head scratch.

Oh no, Sirius is quite used to James' forwardness. You don't even know, Lily, the weird sexual things your idiot boys used to do when they were in school, insatiable teenagers at the mercy of their hormones. You really don't know your best mate 'til you've played with his dick.

He smells it, though, the sharp scent of her arousal when James dips his fingers into Lily's panties and he thinks, perhaps, it might be time to say goodbye to the fur for a bit and gain back the use of his hands and mouth.

The shift is seamless, as it always is. Sirius slips out of his fur and into his skin effortlessly, until he's pressed to Lily's side in his rumpled sleeping clothes.

"Suppose I should clear off now, hmm?" he says, in a sleep roughed voice, but he is making no effort at all to leave. In fact, he's digging closer, pressing his face to the warm curve of Lily's throat, his left hand dragging down her belly, and over the rise of James' knuckles, where he can feel them through the fabric of her shorts.

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"The mailman was hilarious," James protests. It's been discussed before, hasn't it? "How could you deny us that fun?" She isn't so cruel though, is she? Because the mailman still has a haunted look whenever he just happens to pass their house.

Her attempt at reprimanding him sounds pretty pathetic, though. Because she sounds more delighted and less annoyed, which is why he's not going to stop either, but instead slides those fingers further between her thighs.

His lips twist into a grin when he feels Sirius shift, suddenly his other hand is full of that silky hair and a very human ear. James doesn't bother dragging his hand away but instead slips it behind Sirius' neck and curls his fingers around it warmly.

"I see you are in a lot of hurry to do that, mate," James comments drily before he wraps his lips around Lily's nipple and rolls it between his teeth. He would drag Sirius' hand inside her panties too, but he'll give Lily some room to have her say before taking things further.

"Oh please, I didn't stop you!" Maybe only after, when the poor man'd been terrorized and nearly wet himself. "The two of you are such drama queens."

If her reprimand sounds pathetic, that's probably because it is. It's not as if she's tugging him away; in fact, after a brief moment where she jerks, since a handful of fur is now a handful of flesh once Sirius shifts back, she's settling into James' attentions. Legs shifting, spreading. Hips tilting at the press of fingers. Back arching against a seeking mouth, fingers tangling in his mop of hair. Head tilting, baring her neck to newly reformed lips.

James won't drag Sirius' hand, but she has no qualms about it. For all the fuss she makes about not doing this sort of thing in front of Sirius, she's ridiculously malleable when push comes to shove. It's likely James' fault. He has a way of distracting her terribly, until lust overrides rational thought. So her fingers curl around SIrius', tugging them back up along her tummy, using her own to lift the hem of her panties, and pressing his alongside James'.

It's about a 50/50 shot, whether or not Lily will allow him to stay, but oh goodness yes he's pleased when she does. Sirius' mouth curves into a smile against her throat, and a low chuckle rumbles there, muffled and rough. "Drama queens perhaps," he murmurs. "But you love it."

A warm rush of heat burgeons in his chest when she slips his hand right beneath the lacy hem of her panties, and Sirius can't help the way he groans when he feels her heat, and how slick she is. It's been awhile since Sirius has been with a woman, to be honest, what with his business with the Order to keep him endlessly occupied, and Lily is warm and soft and beautiful and inviting.

James' fingers aren't up to much just yet, so Sirius takes it upon himself to glide his own under James' palm, pressing against the whole of her sex before dipping lower to tease at her slit. You've got the clit covered, right James old pal??

Any more banter is lost behind his teeth though, because Sirius sets to mouthing her throat in earnest, leaving warm, open-mouthed in a long, lazy line up to her ear, his head pressing encouragingly back into the gently tug of James' fingers in his hair.

James' mouth is too full of a nipple to answer. Happily Sirius has it covered. That's pretty much all there needs to be said about it in the first place.

He also will have the clit covered. But first he's going to pull his hand out of her knickers and pull them down along her thighs; they'll need room to move with both of their hands between her legs. Then he finally pulls his head out from under her shirt and drags it up with his teeth, grinning as he sees Sirius mouthing her neck.

Were that mouth someone else's, another bloke, he would be furious with jealousy. But somehow Sirius doesn't even register on that scale. Maybe it's because he's hand his hands on him and vise versa quite often. All he really cares about is making both of them happy and feel good. His family.

His hand trails down to Sirius' waist and slips under his shirt while he leans up to cover Lily's mouth with his own, his hand returning between her thighs, sliding under Sirius' to drag a bit of her slick up to her clit and press onto it gently.

See? James is distracting, face in her tits, hand down her panties. So is Sirius, for that matter, with his mouth on her neck and his fingers dragging against her slit, already wet with arousal. Lily doesn't notice that she's nearly naked until her shirt's half up her chest and her husband's tugging her panties off. Then it hits her. They'd just tag teamed her so seamlessly, got her so aroused, and they're both with far too many clothes on still.

James swallows her whimper in a kiss. It's with a shaky hand that she reaches up to cup his face, licking into his mouth on a sharp inhale when that gentle pressure connects with her clit. Her other hand migrates to Sirius, blindly groping, hand slipping down his front, along the zip of his pants, rubbing him through his pants, touch heated and possessive as only it can be on mornings like this. Then her fingers hook under the hem of his top. Nails scrape against his abdomen as she roughly tugs the fabric up, and for a second, she breaks the kiss with James to hoarsely whisper, "Off." She's back to kissing her husband after that, her other hand trailing down along his side, his hip, until it lands on that bubble butt she loves so much and squeezes.

Her hips shift, but not restlessly so, and not in a way to suggest she's chasing their fingers. They haven't gotten started yet for her to do that--but she still seeks out both their touches, her cunt near aching with the need to be filled, to be fucked.

It comes of being best mates for so very long; Sirius and James are all but one person at times, like they can read one another's minds, one terribly obnoxious monster with four arms and two mouths. Lily doesn't stand a chance against their two-pronged attack.

The slide of James' fingers against his back is pleasant, and Sirius arches like a cat, pressing up to Lily's side, cock grinding against her hip through his sleeping trousers, half-hard already and they've only just begun. A shame, though, that he's got to take his hand away from her to follow her order, but he obeys immediately, snagging his tee by the back of the collar and yanking it up and over his head, away, letting it land on the bed, or the floor, or wherever gravity takes it, because Sirius isn't paying attention.

He's right back where he was, however, in a matter of seconds, his slick fingers gliding over James' and down, back to where she's wet and needy, and in one smooth, easy movement Sirius is sinking his fingers into her, ring and middle both, pressing into the irresistible heat of her cunt, right up to the last knuckle. She's wet and wanting enough that the slide is easy, she's all but opening up for him, warm and inviting, and Sirius groans at the feel of it, the sound muffled against her throat. After a moment, he's lifting his head to breathe hot against James' ear, teeth scraping over sensitive flesh.

Her mouth tastes like death, but it's okay. James doesn't mind. Morning after isn't exactly the best taste on anyone. He focuses on kissing her and rubbing her clit while Sirius undresses, making sure there's slick enough between her thighs when Sirius lays down and slips his fingers into her, his mouth on James' ear, sharp sting of teeth against his flesh.

James breaks the kiss with her only to lean over Sirius and catch his mouth on another, harder kiss, tugging at his lips with his teeth. It's hard to reach to Lily like this so he leaves that to Sirius for now and reaches up with wet fingers to push the hem of her shirt up and urge her to undress it. He knows Sirius' mouth just as well as he knows hers. They've never really been strangers to each other while growing up. (And he tastes just as much like death as she does.)

It's a blessed existence, truly, being able to share his life with the two people most important to him.

Sirius' groan sounds a little needy, doesn't it? He hasn't gotten laid lately, has he? James grins against his mouth while his hand slips down to grab Lily's and guide it down to Sirius' front, slipping it under his sleeping bottoms and around his cock, then leaving it there to drag those bottoms away from Sirius' hips.

She's far beyond wanting. It's easy to wind her up and make her needy, to make her mindless for some sort of relief, willing to do nearly anything to find it. Lily sucks in a sharp breath with Sirius' fingers press into her cunt. It's a smooth glide, so deliciously perfect, and she's impatient. For both of them.

"Why do you both wear so much?" she grumps.

She'd tug it all off them herself, but instead, she busies herself with shedding her own top (so as not to be a hypocrite, of course), watching the two of them kiss with pupil-blown eyes. There's not an inkling of jealousy witnessing her husband kiss another person. Just a burning that sets her blood aflame as she catches the drag of lips. It prompts her to twist to her side, hand firm around Sirius' cock, steadily working him to get him properly hard.

"I want you both." Because she's greedy and Sirius, darling, when's the last time you'd gotten laid? Her lips and teeth graze James' shoulder, before she's leaning in as well to press hot and wet kisses to Sirius' throat. "Or did you both want to do it another way?"

James' mouth is hard and fierce, his kisses are always rough, full of force and teeth but Sirius is used to that, meets it with his own ferocity until Lily's hand is being pushed down the front of his sleeping pants and right against his cock.

Yes, please pity him for this barren streak in his sex life, it's been very difficult for him. His cock jumps right against the soft palm of her hand, hips hitching forward, and he sinks his teeth a bit hard into James' lower lip because fuck you mate, grinning like that, so rude. He apologizes just after, however, with a gentle drag of his lips against the bite, before he's pulling back to breathe, jaw pressed into Lily's hair. His fingers, of course, still slide into her, slow and teasing, taking his time about it even if his cock is aching for more, his insides all twisted up with want. This wasn't really his intention, in helping himself to their bed last night, but he's certainly not going to complain about it.

But oh, Lily, can you say that again? You say such lovely things, sometimes. Sirius grins like a jackal.

"Think we can manage that," he murmurs, hooded eyes lifting to James' face. Unless you've got a better idea, mate.

Letting out a small whine at that bite, James finds a way to pinch Sirius' ass for it anyway, even if the wanker apologises a moment later with his mouth in not so many words. Don't think he didn't like it, though, because of course he did and Sirius is in a very opportune place to witness it happen too, James' towel wrapped dick twitching with interest against his hip.

"I imagine that was the intention all along," he says with a small chuckle as he finally straightens up and slips off of them both.

No, Sirius sleeping in their bed doesn't lead to group sex on a default but obviously none of them is having any objections to it. It is what it is, James doesn't care to put titles on it. And if and when it'll happen again, he won't do it then either.

He slips out of his towel and turns to grab Sirius' sleeping bottoms and underwear to draw them out of the way as well. Then he leans back towards them, hooking an arm around Lily's waist and pulls her on top of Sirius while he slips between both of their legs.

"I suppose the question is whether you want us at the same time or not, babe?" he asks with a grin while he reaches up to cover her breasts within his shovel hands and squeezes them happily.

It's taken her a wee bit more time to adjust to the idea of sex with not only James, but Sirius as well. She'd gawked, grew flustered, and gave a resolute hell no the first time things began drifting in that direction. Even if it was as simple as James grabbing her boob while Sirius'd been there. Looking back, it's hard to recall the exact moment when she'd stopped caring. Sex with James is a bit of a no brainer, considering they're married; sex with James and Sirius is just something that happens.

Her hands drop on either side of Sirius' head, red hair slipping like silk over a shoulder with this new positioning. Straddling Sirius' hips, James behind her, palming her breasts. She's grinning, an impish little look as her eyes rake over the sight below her. Sirius on his back is always a wondrous image.

"Both." She reaches between their bodies, coating two of her fingers with her slick before slipping them into her cunt. She's wet, but she'll need a bit more before she's ready for both their cocks. Leaning forward, she presses her mouth against Sirius' kiss swollen lips, slanting just so, so that she might lick into his mouth next. Meanwhile, she's angling her her arse against James' groin, rocking against him in tandem with the thrust of her fingers.

Marauders AU

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