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Why do you hate me
Severus Snape x reader
Wc: 5.1k
Hereâs the second and finale part. Requested by multiple people here and ao3. Iâm so happy I finally got around to writing it!
Warnings: Super angsty, crying, age gap, physical violence, mentions of abuse, some spiciness, but no actual smut because Iâm trying to keep the entire story pg-13 in the romance department
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Why do you hate me? That question didnât stop plaguing Severus Snapeâs mind as he left you in the corridor after he⌠did something you werenât expecting him to do. He wasnât expecting himself to kiss you either. Ever. It was an impulsive decision that he had to run away from as soon as he had sobered up from the intoxicating taste of your lips. It wasnât just the taste he couldnât get out of his mind throughout the day, it was how soft they were as you kissed him back. Even though you showed no signs of resisting him, he still felt guilty about kissing you without your permission. He knew he stepped over the line he should never have crossed. He couldnât just get through the rest of the school year and look at you without being reminded of that kiss. He felt awful that it had to be him who kissed you and not someone who deserves you more than he did.
His solution was to avoid you in order to get himself away from the guilt. He knew he shouldâve apologized for how he had treated you in the past, but he didnât think youâd ever forgive him. How could he deserve your forgiveness?
For as long as heâd known you, it never made sense to him why you were placed in Slytherin when you couldnât be any more different from the rest of them. He supposed your pure-blood lineage had something to do with it. He also knew who your parents were. He met them when he first became a Death Eater, and not that much long after, he became your teacher.
As his student, he never shied away from treating you with the same distaste as he did with students from other houses. What irked him the most about you was how kind you tried to be to everyone who was supposed to be seen as being beneath you. He saw that as a sign of weakness.
It wasnât difficult for him to figure out your parents were the same Death Eaters he met as a young man even though they never mentioned having a daughter. He could only assume that they didnât like you which made sense considering how different your personality was from theirs. You still had their last name, and you looked like them.
He thought after you had graduated that heâd never have to see you again, but that night Dumbledore introduced you as a new teacher, he was shocked at how wrong he was proven to be.
He couldnât believe it was you sitting next to him after not seeing each other for years. This time you were his equal. During those three years, Snape noticed you⌠changed a lot. Except for the happy personality you put out. He also hated how his heart skipped a beat in front of you for the first time at the moment you smiled at him.
After that, every time heâd see you around the school, that same feeling kept coming back inside him, making him feel like he was being lured in by a siren until he broke out of your control that you didnât even know you had over him. Every time you were in a room together, his eyes were magnetized to wherever you were. His attraction towards you was growing at an alarming rate, and he wasnât pleased at all.
You were the complete opposite of him: gentle and kind while he was cruel and callous, something heâd gotten used to everyone seeing him as.
Another thing he didnât understand about you was how you never grew to act bitter and resentful like him after everything he put you through, especially with how he had passed on to you the anger from the trauma he had experienced in school and at home.
Maybe fate had a reason to bring you two together again, to make him recognize the regret he shouldâve felt for how he treated you. And he did, which was why he felt like he couldnât be in your presence anymore after he had kissed you.
Not only was he filled with regret for how he had treated you, but he was also filled with regret for kissing you. Itâs not that he didnât enjoy it because he did. Thatâs what made him regret it in the first place. It was too overwhelming for him to think about.
What was a relief for him was the fact that he had managed to successfully avoid you for the rest of the school year, even if you had to be in the same room together, you were never alone with him. He didnât know what he would do if that happened.
No matter how much he tried averting his gaze, you were always that temptation that burned a hole in his peripheral vision. He could feel your eyes on him, a curious gaze, nothing malicious, but making that hole burn deeper.
Every time he had accidentally become trapped in your gaze, he could read the endless questions you had in your eyes even without using magic: why did you kiss me? Why are you ignoring me? Am I that horrible?
No, you werenât horrible. It was he who was horrible. He had always been too harsh on you. You were clearly too pure and innocent to be associated with someone like him.
As soon as the school year was over, Snape felt relieved that he was guaranteed to never see you again. Or so he thought.
You didnât tell your students why you were leaving, but Snape had to take a guess that it was because the remaining Death Eaters who werenât imprisoned had likely tried coercing you in an attempt to join them, scaring you off.
It wasnât until after you graduated from school that your parents had officially acknowledged your existence to him long after he was able to connect the dots of your relation to them. In short, the less than savory things he read about you in their letters only confirmed his suspicions about them acting as if you didnât exist earlier. At first Snape didnât know if he should empathize with you; you were treated worse by your parents as a child than he had been by his. In the end, when he reunited with you as a teacher, he decided to continue to treat you the same as he always had, a reflection of his bitter self he couldnât let go of and grow past.
After the school year, Snape thought that not seeing you was enough for him to get you off his mind, but he shouldâve realized that your parentâs letters to him were a constant reminder of your existence for the past three years since you left his life for the second time. He now had to dread the inevitability of seeing you again after being summoned by your parents to your family home. He wasnât sure if you were hiding out there, but he liked to think you were somewhere far away with a new life, away from him.
He hoped for your sake that you had made a new life for yourself in a place that was happier and more suitable for you, unlike the gray, dreary living room he was seated in with your parents sitting opposite of him.
Apparently you had not done that because as soon as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he turned his head and saw you.
âMother? Father? What are you doing here?â Snape wondered how on earth you could look and sound so chirpy to see such dreadful people.
âProfessor Snape?â He cringed at how you seemed to shrink back a little as if being hit by the pain he had caused you three years ago. âI didnât know you and my parents knew each other.â
He saw your parents roll their eyes.
âYes. As we understand, he was also your teacher in school, then your colleague.â Your mother looked at you as if she were talking to a non-sentient creature that she wanted to shoo away.
âHow have you been? I havenât seen you since I said goodbye to you on the train before my first year at Hogwarts! I hope youâre happy with how the house has been. Iâve done my best to care for it.â
Snape almost choked on his own spit. He couldnât believe it. Did he just hear in other words that your parents left you at the train station and never bothered to check in on you or take care of you during the holidays? That you were left with no family? At least his own parents made sure that he was with them during school holidays even if his situation at home wasnât the best.
âI didnât know you were coming.â You said. âI wasnât expecting to see you when I woke up.â
âThatâs because we just got here now.â Your father scoffed.
âOh⌠Well, thereâs so much to catch up on! I was sorted into Slytherin! Just like you and Professor Snape! Isnât that wonderful?â You sounded so proud and hopeful that theyâd be proud of you in turn.
âWhy have you come back? I missed you.â You said. How could you sound genuine and sincere towards them?
âWeâll discuss that later. We have company. Go put on something⌠other than that.â Your mother scrunched up her nose in a way that made her look both disgusting and disgusted as she pointed at your outfit which consisted of a hoodie, leggings, and bunny slippers. Snape hated to admit to himself that even in plain Muggle clothes you still looked beautiful.
After you went upstairs he realized how hollow he felt without you in his presence. He hadnât recognized the light you brought in wherever you went until you were gone.
He drowned out your parentsâ conversation as his thoughts drifted over to you. It was as if the more he tried to stop thinking about you the more the opposite happened since the day he kissed you.
âUgh. What is taking that wretched thing so long?â Your mother groaned, tapping her foot impatiently. âSeverus, go make sure she has listened to my orders. Tell her to come down. First door next to the stairs.â She commanded him.
He didnât say anything as he simply stood up, letting his cloak trail behind him. Any excuse to get out of the boring conversation would do.
He swore he wasnât thinking when he turned the knob of the door and found it unlocked.
âI⌠apologize. I should have knocked.â The sentence came out of his throat sounding constricted.
He shouldnât have looked either.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw how perfect and elegant you looked in just your black lingerie. There was nothing you could do to hide the bright redness of your cheeks as your eyes met each other through the mirror of the vanity you were sitting in front of. There was nothing he could do as well to prevent his own eyes from shamefully devouring the sight of your exposed skin he couldnât stop dreaming of running his fingers over. Feeling guilty for thinking that, he harshly turned himself around, his heart racing in his chest.
âYour mother sent me to check on you.â Snape said after he was by some miracle able to come to his senses. Even though his back was turned towards you, he couldnât stop thinking about how you looked and how he felt seeing that much of your skin exposed in front of him, with only the bare minimum covered with the flimsy lace fabric.
There was no way heâd ever be able to convince himself that he only saw you as the same student from all those years ago now that he knew what you looked like in⌠such a revealing state. Not to mention the way you looked at him in turn. The innocence that you projected in your eyes chipped at his cold heart, crumbling it until guilt speared through his conscience.
âSir, could you⌠give me a hand?â You called out in a shaky voice.
He didnât say anything as he turned back around, making sure to keep his gaze away from you at a respectable enough distance.
âI need help putting this on. Please?â You held out a black velvet choker with some sort of a dark colored jewel pendant attached to it. He never recalled seeing you wear such elaborate jewelry before. He wondered if youâd gotten it from some other man that had caught your affection. His heart ignited with jealousy at that thought. After all, what man wouldnât be smitten with you? You were too beautiful to not be spared a second glance from any stranger.
He heard you shiver as he gathered your hair, his fingers brushing the delicate skin on your neck. He could still feel your eyes on him through the mirror with every movement he made as his nimble fingers clasped the necklace.
Suddenly, snippets of your last conversation together fogged his ability to think.
Your tears running down your cheeks as you begged for answers that one day.
Him not being able to say anything, instead crashing his lips against yours.
Your soft lips moving in sync with his.
How he hated the feeling of being so drawn to you.
Why was your beauty even more irresistible to him after spending years without you? The answer was because he was a depraved man. There was nothing that could satisfy his depravity more than a beautiful, innocent woman in front of him.
He couldnât hold himself back. With each caress of his fingers over your skin, he felt that same hard exterior melt away, and he did not care. He was done caring.
You let out another shaky breath as his fingers trailed below your ear and down the back of your shoulder blade. He dared to take a look into the mirror to see your eyelids flutter, and your teeth biting your bottom lip, pleasure written clearly all over your face.
He really wanted to see you make that face again in⌠other situations. What was he thinking? That wasnât right. He almost felt guilty about letting those other thoughts about the things he could do to you slip into his mind. Almost. He swallowed a huge lump that had formed in his throat at that idea.
With his free hand, he placed it onto the vanity next to where yours was, laying unassumingly. His thumb inched its way to your pinky finger before running along the length. It was a hesitant movement, one that he decided he would retreat from if you voiced any discomfort or showed any signs of it. Except you didnât. In fact, you were the one who took it further, placing your entire hand under his and intertwining your fingers together.
With this unexpected move from you, Snape had confirmation that you wanted more of him as much as he did from you.
He noticed that there were no words exchanged between you for several minutes. Not that there needed to be.
As he forgot about your impatient parents downstairs, he debated his next move. You were still turned towards the mirror, looking into his reflection demurely, soft lips pouted. You didnât seem to know what to do, leading him to make the assumption that you didnât have much experience with men in these situations. It was up to him to take the lead.
Still hesitant with his movements, he brought up his other hand from its spot along your hair, back to your neck, this time caressing the soft skin once again. He smirked a little at the little noises that left your mouth. He knew he could find the right places to touch you to get you to whimper, acting like you were so shy to reveal this part of yourself, the part that enjoyed being pleasured by someone else.
He looked to where your choker pendant sat around your neck, imagining for a moment that it was his hand wrapped around you instead, holding onto you like a delicate flower, too precious and fragile to dare to crush. He had committed many heinous acts with those same hands, tortured, beaten, and much worse. He didnât deserve to touch something so virtuous after all that he had done. It was wrong. So why did touching you feel so perfect?
Worst of all, because you had no knowledge of his past activities, he was dreading the time youâd find out which he knew would be very soon.
But all that was thrown out the window as soon as his fingers found their way under your bra strap without him having any memory of them moving there. He wanted to see your face as he let it fall off your shoulder. How much more beautiful could you get?
Even if he wanted to resist (which he didnât anymore,) he wouldnât have been able to stop himself as his lips found their way to your skin. Except they didnât.
âSeverus! What is taking her so long?! Make sure she comes here⌠At once!â Your motherâs shrill voice was what broke whatever spell he was under.
âYou heard your mother. You should get dressed.â Just like that, he was instantly back to the stoic man you always knew him as. He didnât have time anymore to think about what he had just done or how far he had almost taken things with you.
He regretted looking back at the mirror to see your disappointed face, frowning with a far away look in your eyes.
Snape didnât bother explaining to your parents anything as he came downstairs, ignoring their annoyed sneers. He assumed you werenât that far behind.
âWhen we tell you to do something, we expect you to do it efficiently.â Was the first thing your mother scolded you when you entered the living room.
You were wearing the same color as the pieces of clothing Snape had last seen you in, a black dress with sheer sleeves and a cinched waist.
âIâm sorry⌠I-â Your eyes flicked over to Snapeâs, cheeks bright red presumably thinking about what had happened between you. Unlike you, he was much better at hiding his emotions, barely sparing you a glance. âI couldnât find something suitable much quicker.â You finished.
âApologize to Severus. You kept him waiting too long.â Your mother scolded you again.
âSorry I kept you waiting too long.â You looked down, not daring to meet his eyes.
The next few moments came at him too fast in a blur. Your mother grabbed your arm and spun you to face her and your fatherâs sneering faces. Her palm connected to your cheek, the slap making you stumble back but not enough to make you fall over.
She leaned over to your height, and said in a low voice that sounded threatening, âYou are and always have been insufferable. Now go and make dinner. We have more guests coming.â She gave your arm another painful looking jerk before letting go.
Without a word or a glance, you held your cheek as you turned away and walked into the kitchen.
Snape stood in shook, blinking at the open space where you had been. Out of all the horrible things heâd seen, none of them could come close to a parent hurting their child. He didnât even know he still had it in him to feel shocked at something like that.
Your parents had to be on another level of evil to treat you like that in front of other people.
That was one of those moments that involuntarily made him dig up memories from even before his dark past as a Death Eater and his days as a student at Hogwarts, back to his childhood. He thought he had buried those memories of his own family deep enough not to be revisited.
From what Severus Snape had seen, your parents treated you more like a House Elf rather than their child to care for. On top of that, they had no problem showing off their disdain for you in front of company as much as other parents would show off their childâs achievements. There was obviously no way you didnât think this wasnât normal. You just didnât know any better.
As you sat next to him at the dinner table you never spoke unless spoken to, which wasnât often in the conversation. Remembering what your parents had asked him to do, his heart was shaking inside his chest as his eyes kept darting to your face, to the red welt on your cheek.
There you sat at the table with several other Death Eaters, completely oblivious to the turmoil inside of him, as much as the other guests were to the longing glances you were giving him. It was like you didnât care or know how to hide your feelings.
You were too innocent to be caught up in the types of people similar to your parents. Unfortunately for you, your innocence only made your parents even more eager to find ways to break you, something Snape didnât wish to see anymore, but only after he stopped denying his feelings. That still didnât make him a better person, nor did it make any of the things heâd done to you acceptable. Maybe he was too far gone to ever truly become a better person for you, himself, or anyone. He should never have treated you so harshly in the first place from the moment you stepped into his classroom.
After what seemed like forever, he felt as if he could breathe again as he saw people leave the table one by one and migrate to the living room until it was just him and your parents who remained while you walked around, collecting the plates.
Meet me inside the guest room at midnight.
You picked up the note that was written on a piece of napkin under a plate. You knew exactly who wrote it even if he disguised his handwriting and placed it at a completely different seat than where he sat. He was also the only person staying at the house. Why he felt the need to hide his identity even though you were obviously the only person who would see the note, you had no idea.
You just hoped youâd have your first proper conversation in three years. Your heart pounded faster at that thought. You mightâve been naive (which you had often been accused of being) but you werenât stupid. You could tell Professor Snape had gone out of his way to avoid you for the rest of the school year after he kissed you that one day. You wanted to get more answers out of him, but at the same time you knew you shouldnât be pushing him, so you gave him space. You started to wonder if he thought he had made a mistake. Were you really that horrible?
However, you couldnât deny the way had started to look at you with those piercing black eyes that had made you blush back when you were still his student. You didnât exactly understand why you had to develop a crush on him out of all people. Why couldnât it have been someone your age? You wished you could control who you were attracted to, then maybe you would feel the way you should feel about him, and not get butterflies in your stomach in his presence.
You were so distracted by your thoughts that you almost dropped the plates into the kitchen sink. You stopped your movements and blinked before getting sidetracked again.
You sighed, remembering the fiery feeling along your skin that trailed beneath his fingers making a thrill run through you. That wasnât all that he did.
Even though it was midnight, your parents and the guests were still talking, leaving you confused on why Professor Snape instructed you to meet him in the guest room. Maybe he wanted you to go inside and wait for him so that your parents wouldnât see you. The note did say âinsideâ after all.
You opened the door, and quietly shut it behind you before leaning against it and letting out an exhale. You were still wearing the same clothes as earlier since you hadnât bothered getting changed.
Wondering what Professor Snape wanted to talk about, your mind rushed with theories of your own that were accompanied by a feeling of dread that crawled through your chest and stomach. What if he was coming to tell you that this whole thing, whatever was going on between you two was a mistake?
You pushed yourself off the door and paced around in small circles, keeping your head down until you heard the door open.
Your head jerked up as your eyes met his black ones. He was already so close to you, and you had forgotten how much his taller frame loomed over you.
You werenât able to control the speed of your breathing, and you didnât care about how scared you looked. He always knew you were scared of him anyway.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, not knowing what else to say, not that you ever did in front of him.
He didnât say anything. He only took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to you.
From the moonlight outside the tall window, you could barely read it.
Make her join us or kill her.
âWhat does this mean?â You looked up at him. You didnât know if you were confused, shocked, or both. âWh-who wants you to⌠kill me?â
You didnât know you had started crying until you felt a thumb sliding against your wet cheek.
âI received this note from your parents earlier.â He said. In contrast to you, he showed no emotion.
âWhy? I donât understand. Why wouldâŚâ You never thought your parents would ever want any harm to come to you. They were your parents after all. They were supposed to love and protect you like how any other parent should.
Your former professor took a deep breath. âI would never let anyone hurt you. Do you trust me?â
âOf course.â You answered after wondering why he would doubt you trusted him.
âHavenât you had your life threatened by someone before?â He asked shakily.
âWell⌠yes.â You thought about the time you received letters from the Death Eaters who werenât imprisoned, telling you the horrible things they would do to you when they found you. Luckily, you left your teaching job at Hogwarts before they could reach you.
âI will explain everything. Eventually, youâll find out the truth. I can protect you. From everyone, even your parents. I promise I wonât let them hurt you.â
âWhy did you kiss me?â You blurted out. Professor Snape blinked at the change in subject.
âIt was a mistake.â He set his mouth in a firm line.
âIt didnât seem like itâŚâ To your dismay, your eyes were starting to water again, but you were able to blink the tears away. âI didnât think it was.â You looked into his night sky-colored eyes.
âYou donât understand.â He said. You instinctively leaned in a little as the backs of his cold fingers traced along your heated cheek before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
âI wasnât lying to you⌠about what I said that one day.â He continued. He took another deep breath. âWhich is why I canât allow things to go further. It would be selfish of me. Because⌠of the things Iâve done.â You could tell he was having a hard time getting his thoughts out. You wanted to tell him it was alright and that he could tell you anything, but at the same time, you didnât want him to take it the wrong way and think you were pushing him to tell you more than what he was comfortable with.
âWhat will happen with us, then?â You asked.
âI told you that I was going to protect you, and I will.â
Damn it, you were making things so difficult for Severus Snape and you didnât realize it. On top of acting as a double agent for Albus Dumbledore, protecting Harry Potter, fooling the other Death Eaters, and his teaching job, he didnât know how much longer he could keep this up, whatever âthisâ was. He really did care about you, and revealing his feelings for you was a mistake.
For a moment he envied you. Everything was so simple to you. You tried to look for the good in everybody, even the people who obviously didnât deserve it, such as him or your parents.
And now, you were in danger thanks to your parents and Voldemortâs return. Snape hoped that the day would never come where you would directly face that danger. He truly wished for your innocence to be protected.
âAre you alright, sir?â Your sweet voice broke him out of his own mental prison.
He looked down to where you placed your hands into his. You slowly intertwined your fingers through his, making them look like a tangled mess, reminding him of what his life had come to.
âYou didnât really mean it. Did you?â He didnât know what you were talking about at first. âIt didnât feel like a mistake⌠Especially after what almost happened earlier.â You added in an almost whisper. Even though it was mostly dark, he could still see the blush in your cheeks.
He had dug himself into an even deeper hole when he walked into your bedroom without knocking (which he shouldnât have done,) and took things that far with you. And he would have if he wasnât interrupted. Thatâs what scared him, how much he wanted you, how lovely it was to see you, kiss you, touch you in ways he could tell you hadnât known you liked to be touched.
âYouâre right. I⌠didnât. I was only lying to myself.â He confessed. He wanted to tell you so much more, like the regret he felt for everything he did to you, but he couldnât. Because he realized you werenât the one who was weak, he was. He didnât know how much more difficult he could make his own life.
He couldnât stop his eyes from hungrily gazing at you. The moonlight made you look ethereal, highlighting your beauty, tempting him, telling him to come closer and get a taste of what he wanted: you.
Your eyes shined brighter than the stars, pulling him into that siren-like trance you always had him in, but this time he let himself get pulled in. He didnât want to get out, he wanted to stay where he was, with his lips locked onto yours.
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The prettiest girl
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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: Youâre at a Halloween party in the Hufflepuff common room when Cedric asks to dance with you.
A/N: I know itâs not Halloween but for some reason the idea to write this story hit me about a week ago. Also itâs low key inspired from that one scene at the party from season 2 episode 6 of Ghost Whisperer. And Iâm still working on my other stories.
You self-consciously tugged your short skirt down your legs and adjusted your stockings as you twirled around in front of the full length mirror. Your angel costume was far sexier than anything youâve ever worn in your life, so you werenât used to showing this much skin in front of other people. You considered asking the other girls to check you for their opinions, but considering that you were one who was mostly known for keeping to yourself, you decided not to. Of course you wanted to look your absolute best for the last Halloween party youâd be attending at Hogwarts before you graduated.
You were also nervous. What if other people didn���t like your costume? You werenât very resourceful, so it wasnât like you made it yourself from scratch like how other students have done with their costumes. You had planned ahead and had taken a trip to a Muggle costume shop before school started, purchasing a corset, a halo, wings, a skirt, a pair of stockings, and high heels, all white. Since you were a witch, you had the advantage of being able to use magic to make the halo float above your head wherever you went, adding a layer of authenticity to your costume.
By the time you came out of your dorm, the party had already started in the common room. You werenât the only student that had gone all out, just about everyone else was dressed up, like with every Halloween party youâve been to, and the common room almost looked completely different than how it looked the rest of the school year. In contrast to the sunny warmth that your house colors provided, tonight it was a reflection of the starry dark skies casted with a chill that reminded you of those horror or mystery novels. Of course your costume stood out because of that. You were like a drop of pure white snow shining through a big shadow of darkness.
You sensed other peopleâs eyes on you, yet you felt more comforted by convincing yourself that no one else was paying attention to you, just as it always was.
Still keeping your head down, you turned to the punch bowl and poured yourself a drink. Taking small sips, you looked around at all the dancing couples or groups of friends. Itâs not that you were jealous, you just couldnât help wondering what your school days wouldâve been like if you were a different type of person, one who was more outgoing and bold. Would you have been sorted into the house you were in now? Probably not, but it didnât hurt you to wonder about different ways your life could have turned out.
Your ears perked up when you noticed the difference in the change of music. The slow, alluring melody had replaced the loud, wild beats. You saw the center of the room occupied by couples in their embrace, alone in each otherâs arms. Seeing as you never had someone to share that moment with, you also wondered what itâd be like to be in someone elseâs arms like that. Would you feel as if the world around you didnât exist? Or would you feel self-conscious and too aware of the imaginary judging?
You took another sip of your punch, wondering if maybe you should have spiked your own drink with vodka.
You turned your back to the party and were about to get another drink when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You didnât expect to be face to face with Cedric Diggory, the captain of your houseâs Quidditch team who also happened to be the most popular boy in school, at least from what you heard. For some reason he decided to dress up as a vampire. At least thatâs what you assumed. Not that you were complaining. You adored reading stories about vampires and other supernatural creatures.
You didnât know what to say to Cedric, not that you ever do. You remembered how heâd smile and wave at you in the corridors or say hello in between classes. There were also those times where he could have chosen any of the numerous vacant seats to study at in the library, but for some reason heâd always ask if the seat next to yours was taken, and instead of responding to him in words, youâd only manage to shake your head.
And now, here he was, with his hand reaching out towards you, calling your name. âWould you like to dance with me?â
He was smiling confidently, like someone who knew they reached their goal or was about to reach their goal.
You decided you didnât care about distracting yourself with your drink anymore, so you ditched it for better company.
You took Cedricâs hand and watched as it engulfed yours. You tried not to trip in your heels as he led you to where the other people were dancing.
You didnât think your heartbeat would ever calm down as he placed his hands on your waist and smiled at you in a way that always made you get butterflies in your stomach. With those same butterflies continuing to flutter, you took a deep breath as you reached your hands up onto his shoulders.
He must have sensed your unsureness, as he was the one to take the lead, guiding you slowly through the music with small steps.
You felt your cheeks burn the deepest shade of red. This was the closest you had ever been to Cedric. You could have sworn his eyes kept going down to your lips as he subtly licked his own bottom lip. You wondered just what he could be thinking.
You hadnât noticed that the song had ended until you heard his voice. âYouâre the prettiest girl here.â He said, as he stroked his thumb across your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You didnât know a gesture so small could have such a big effect on you, making your heart skip a beat and melt at the same time.
âYouâre always the prettiest girl everywhere you are.â He continued. You couldnât believe he said that about you. You heard other students and even the teachers around the school talk about how amazing Cedric is, and you didnât think in a million years heâd spare the time in his day to pay attention to you.
âReally? You think Iâm pretty?â Those were the most words youâd ever spoken to him in one sentence.
âYeah, most of the guys think so too. I didnât think you noticed. Guess I was right.â You felt your cheeks flush as a not so subtle smirk made its way onto Cedricâs face.
You let the conversation die down as the next song came on. You almost gasped as you felt Cedric lightly digging his thumbs into your hips, rubbing them in circles as he pulled you against his chest, right where you could feel and hear his heartbeat against your cheek.
Letting one of his hands go from your hip, he switched to running his fingers through your hair, an action you quickly found to be comforting.
When the song ended, he held you at armâs length, and you were once again reminded of how small you were compared to him both in physical size and notoriety. Since you couldnât bring yourself to look him in the eyes, you were at eye-level with chest.
âCan I kiss you?â He asked as he put his fingers under your jaw and lifted your gaze to his eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. His deep husky voice made your heart melt as well as the unexpected request.
You nodded, and you both leaned into each other. When his lips touched yours, you felt an electrifying sensation spread throughout your entire body.
Even though you werenât expecting to share a kiss that night with the most popular boy in school, you were very pleased with the outcome.
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plzzzzzz post more cedric diggory x reader!!!!! plz plz plz
Yes I will especially since heâs becoming one of my favorite characters to write about! Heâs so underrated in the hp fandom!
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When youâre writing a story and you get to the part of the plot where thereâs smut
Literally my favorite part to writeđ
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Distracted
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NSFW 18+ only!
Paring: Student!James Potter x Teacher!Reader
Warnings: smut, sexual content, oral sex, sex dreams, extremely filthy, small age gap (James is 18, readerâs age is early twenties,) teacher/student relationship
Summary: Your student James Potter doesnât seem to be able to concentrate in class and you want to know why.
WC: 1.7k
A/N: Hello, I just want to say I donât support student/teacher relationships in real life and this is just fictional, but this was interesting to write!
James canât concentrate in class today even though he knows the material thatâs being covered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He usually prides himself to be one of the best in the subject. Itâs been that way in the past. It wasnât like being cocky was his entire personality because James made sure to study as much as possible during his free time. After all, who doesnât want to impress their favorite teacher? Especially if the teacher happens to be a young and pretty woman.
He canât ignore the twitch under his trousers everytime you look in his direction or turn around, the natural swaying of your hips emphasized by the way your skirt hugs your body. He was never one to think these thoughts in class about anyone. Until you started teaching in his last year of school.
Even though you werenât much older than him, James barely remembers you from your time as a student other than that you didnât have much in common with him other than being in the same house.
At first James didnât know he had it in him to fantasize about doing such lewd things with you while you were right next to him. The first time you called him out in front of the whole class for not paying attention, his face went bright red while his friends laughed at him. Then it kept happening again and again. At this point heâs almost too afraid to find out whether youâre skilled at Legilimency.
James mentally plans out what heâll do about his failing grades as he sees the other students pack up their things, and he hastily follows their actions.
Once he sees the last students other than himself close the door behind them, he swallows a thick lump in his throat as he takes slow steps towards where you are standing in front of your desk with your back to him, too busy arranging papers.
As quickly as James comes to a stop behind you, you turn around gasping with a hand to your chest.
âSorry, Professor.â James tries to sound as sincere as he can. âI apologize for startling you.â
âThatâs alright, Jamie.â Your voice comes out sounding as soft as your lips look, and he is alarmed at how his trousers suddenly feel tight around the crotch area as you shorten his name. Please, please donât look down. He silently prays, as he regrets not wearing his robes over his uniform to help hide what he didnât want you to see.
âWhat can I do for you?â You ask.
It takes a bit too long for him to answer even though he knows what he wants to say. âI⌠was wondering i-if you have a moment to talk about my grades?â Why was that so difficult to get out? And why is he always stammering like a damn fool everytime he has to talk to you?
âOf course. Why donât you take a seat?â You give him that same familiar smile that he spends many nights thinking about as he gives into his filthy thoughts about you after his friends had long gone to sleep in their shared room.
Being as hypnotized as he always is by the sound of your voice, he does exactly as you say, and takes another gulp of air as he sees you sit right on top of the desk crossing your legs, your ass right next to where his hands are folded.
James doesnât know what else to do other than to look up at you, being reminded of your position of authority over him. He lets his eyes trail from head to toe, starting with the neat bun on top of your head accented by the short strands of hair framing your face, to your glasses which emphasizes your eyeliner, before his eyes dip down to your white, form fitting blouse that if he squints long enough heâs convinced he can see the outline of your bra. He canât help but to admire how youâre wearing all black on your lower body, your skirt already riding up, letting him see your thighs that were covered with black nylons, making the silhouette of your legs look sleek and elegant along with the matching heels which you casually let dangle off one of your feet.
âI couldnât help but notice youâve been distracted today, Jamie.â You say, leaning back on one hand while resting your other hand on your thigh. From an outsider's perspective, it looks like youâre trying to seduce him, and heâs almost convinced thatâs what youâre doing. âIâm glad you came to me for help. I know youâre one of the best students in your year, and as your teacher I wouldnât want you to fail this class. Especially because itâs your last year.â You say in that soft tone that makes him feel dizzy, and his breathing comes out shallow.
âWhatâs wrong Jamie?â You scrunch up your eyebrows in a way that looks innocent, but James knows better than to think you donât know the effect you have on him.
âIâm sorry I got distracted. Iâm sorry Iâve disappointed you.â James looks down as soon as his cheeks redden.
âBe honest, Jamie.â You take your hand thatâs resting on your leg and gently place it on his chest, right where he feels his breath being sucked out as his heart beats faster than ever. âAm I the reason you get distracted in class?â You lean forward even more as you wait for him to answer. In the meantime, your eyes donât leave his as you trail your hand from his chest to his shoulder before rubbing circles over the tense muscles.
âI⌠Yes?â James breathes out, almost grunting. He doesnât even know what heâs saying or agreeing to just that youâre so close to him and touching him so lightly yet making him feel so much.
âI thought so.â You smirk as you bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him. âAre you gonna be a good boy for me?â
Yes, he is. Because James wants nothing more than for you to praise him and keep calling him a good boy as he gets high from the scent of your perfume and the feel of your hands on him.
You donât say anything as you let go of his shoulder and stand up. You then hold your hand out for him to take, which he does. Even with your high heels heâs still taller than you, so you have to balance on your toes as you place both hands on his shoulders this time.
You look up at him as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans deeper into the kiss as you move your lips in sync with his before letting go.
âHave you ever kissed anyone before?â You ask him. He shakes his head. âDid you like it?â He nods thinking of how dumb he must look.
âI can give you more. Donât you want me to make you feel good, Jamie?â Fuck. He doesnât know how many times you can call him that until he feels like cumming just from you talking to him. He lets out what must be the millionth shaky breath as he feels your delicate fingers slide from his shoulders to somewhere dangerously close to the spot thatâs evident of his desire for you.
Your eyes look down to where the tent in his trousers are before going up to his flushed face and giving him a smirk.
âWhat do you want, Jamie?â You ask him. âYou want me to fuck you with my mouth that you canât stop staring at?â Heâs so shocked at hearing you use a swear word in front of him for the first time that he canât move any of his body parts besides his neck which he uses to nod.
âUgh, youâre so hard and ready.â You sigh as you get down on your knees and unbuckle his belt. Your hand gives his cock a once over before taking it out of the confines of his boxers.
âBe a good boy and stay still.â You tell him as you wrap your small hand around his length and stroke the tip with your thumb.
As if it couldnât get any better, James looks down and sees your soft lips bobbing up and down on his hard cock, and he almost loses it. He doesnât know if heâs losing his sanity or his ability to talk, maybe both. He knows he wants to cum so badly, and he canât get enough of you.
With every breath James takes, he can feel himself get even more dizzy until he almost canât take it anymore.
âJames, James. Come on, wake up. Class is over.â Your hand gently shakes his shoulder.
James groggily opens his eyes as he lifts his head up to the sound of your voice. âWh-Whatâs going on?â He rubs his eyes under his glasses.
âYou fell asleep while everyone else was doing their writing assignment. Everyone else is gone and Iâve been trying to wake you up for a minute.â You tell him. From the lack of ink on his paper, you can tell he didnât even start it at all before dozing off.
âAre you alright?â You ask him, genuinely concerned for his well-being.
You can tell he really is an intelligent person, but his head always seems to be somewhere else when heâs around you. You donât know what it is about him that makes him act the way he does in your class when youâve only heard the other teachers rave about him being one of the best students.
âHow about you stay with me for a bit before you go to lunch? You can tell me whatâs going on. And help me grade papers for extra credit. It seems like you had a nice dream, though.â It may be very subtle, but you catch the way James widens his eyes and tenses his jaw, like heâs scared of you finding out something. You donât know what the big deal seems to be. Youâve made it clear that youâre not one to judge, you just want for him to open up to you, let him know youâre here for him.
âSure.â James scratches the back of his head as you give him a smile.
Youâre very curious as to whatâs going on with him, and youâre determined to find out.
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Can you write a smut story with cedric where the reader is shy, introvert and not very bold (the complete opposite personality of the reader from your other cedric story) and cedric is a gentlemanly soft dom?
I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it đĽ˛.
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Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader
Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.
Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasnât happy with how my story was turning out, but Iâm finally done!
I thought itâd be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since Iâve never read any before
Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!
After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town heâd gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasnât expecting was a new employee, you.
He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.
âH-Hi, how can I help you?â Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.
âIâll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.â He said, sounding cool and confident.
After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.
As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasnât a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you werenât trying to overdo.
âHere you go sir,â you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.
âThank you. Itâs a lovely heart by the way.â He smiled.
âOh, Iâve only just started working here a few weeks ago.â You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.
âYou must be new in town.â He guessed, more like stated.
âHow did you know?â
âIâve lived here my whole life. I donât meet new people everyday.â He said. âMy nameâs Cedric, whatâs yours?â
As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.
âThanks again,â He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.
Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.
Cedric told himself that he wasnât technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.
It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.
âThank you.â You said as your eyes met his. âItâs Cedric, right?â
âYeah, you remembered my name.â He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. âYou just got done closing?â He asked, pointing to the sign that said âclosedâ just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.
âI had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.â You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.
âI see.â He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. âHow do you like it here?â
âItâs nice and quiet. Although Iâve seen some strange families around here.â Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.
âNot that thereâs anything wrong with people who are different. Theyâre what makes this town unique.â You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.
âYeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.â Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. âSorry if Iâm holding you up. It was nice talking to you. Iâm sure you have to get home.â
âItâs okay. I was actually going to the park.â
âMe too.â No he wasnât. âMaybe we can go there together?â
âReally? I wouldnât want to impose.â You looked down at your worn out shoes.
On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.
As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, âWould you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?â He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.
âAre you sure you want to go out with me?â You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.
âAbsolutely.â He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.
âWhat time do you get off work?â Cedric asked.
âAt one.â You said.
âPerfect. Iâll meet you there tomorrow.â He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.
As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldnât wait to see it again.
A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parentsâ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if heâd already told you which was why he didnât bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, heâd tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if youâd judge him no matter what. He was lucky you werenât one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.
The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. Itâs a parentâs job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that theyâd want to meet you.
It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.
He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didnât tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who werenât very knowledgeable about Muggles.
As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedricâs house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you werenât used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.
You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.
After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.
âWhatâs this, Cedric?â You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushieâs as realization sunk into him.
âItâs⌠just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.â He came up with that excuse.
âItâs so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?â You begged. He didnât see any harm in it. It wasnât like you stumbled upon the real thing.
Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.
âAww, I wish this was a real animal, donât you?â Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.
Of course theyâre real. Theyâre magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.
âBut youâre real. And way cuter than that thing.â He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each otherâs.
As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.
It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.
âDo you want to take this further?â He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasnât that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.
After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.
âDoes that feel good, Sweetheart?â Cedricâs deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. âI can give you more.â
âO-Okay.â Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.
âDonât hide yourself from me, please.â His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. âYouâre beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.â He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.
You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.
The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedricâs clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.
With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.
âHow about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?â Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.
How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?
You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.
You couldnât stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than theyâd ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.
He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.
âCome on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.â You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.
He couldnât comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasnât going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.
âThatâs it, good girl.â He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. âJust like that. You can go deeper if youâre ready.â
The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasnât unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.
âWas that good?â Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.
âIt was perfect.â Even though he didnât get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.
âWhy donât I take a turn and make you feel good this time?â He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.
âI can take these off.â His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. âI really want to see all of you.â
You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.
Cedric couldnât get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.
Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.
Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.
One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.
âHow does this feel?â He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.
âI want more⌠please?â It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.
That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.
âRight there! Please!â You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.
âIs this all for me?â Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.
âDarling, I think itâs time both of us give each other pleasure.â He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.
âDonât you agree?â His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.
Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.
âOh bloody hell, you feel so good.â He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. âYouâre doing so well.â
With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.
To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldnât have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.
âOh my God⌠Cedric!â You gasped. âI just finishedâŚâ You ended the sentence with a whisper.
âIâm almost there too, Angel.â He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.
As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.
You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.
He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.
When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.
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Iâm genuinely curious do people ever read smut in public or are there more people who read it by themselves?
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Teaching the teacher a lesson
Remus Lupin x teacher!reader
Sorry I couldnât come up with a better title. Also thereâs straight up BDSM in this, so donât read if youâre a minor I guess.
Summary: you get a job as a teacher where you see your old teacher crush, Remus Lupin, and you couldnât be any happier. He, however notices how much youâve changed.
Warnings: smut, 18+ only, nsfw, age gap, awkward sexual tension, mutual pining, teacher crush, dacryphilia kink, bdsm elements, dom/sub, teasing
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The first day of school was just so (not) wonderful for Remus Lupin. Heâd give anything to be able to shut himself in his classroom and not have to supervise the cafeteria during lunch.
He awkwardly shifted his weight on both legs as he scanned the room to make sure none of the students misbehaved. Instead of misbehaving students, his eyes landed on you next to a table nearby, having a conversation with the younger kids. You were kneeling down to their level, probably oblivious to how your ass was sticking out in that tight pencil skirt.
Stop it! Sheâs your former student! He told himself that even though you were an adult, it was still inappropriate for him to have these thoughts about you, but another part of him wouldnât listen.
Before he transferred to working with the primary school kids, the last time heâd seen you was the year you graduated before going to university.
From what he could remember about you, you were kind of a brat. More than any student, heâd constantly go on about rules you broke whether it was sitting on top of desks (or his desk specifically,) not wearing your uniform properly, not calling him by his last name, and you even threw paper planes at him!
Remus didnât fail to notice how much you changed after all those years. He couldnât believe he recognized you. He could see the makeup you wore enhancing your features, and those glasses you liked to ditch were now complimenting your face shape. Instead of your long hair messily hanging past your shoulders, you had it up in a neat high bun, making you look like a sophisticated young woman. He also noticed under your skirt and blouse that you put on a little weight, filling out some curves on your body.
He hoped you did not just catch him involuntarily looking at you as you smiled and waved at him.
âHi Remus.â Your heels clicked behind you on the polished floor as you walked over to where he was. He cringed at the sound of your voice using his first name. Oh great. You never used to smile at him unless you were in on a prank.
âI didnât know you taught at this school.â You were standing so close to him that he was able to hear you clearly over the noise of students chattering.
âI transferred after you graduated.â He stated, not returning your smile. He turned towards the students, so that he wouldnât have to face you.
âWhat year do you teach?â You asked.
âI teach the youngest students.â He answered. He hoped youâd go away soon so that he could go back to moping in his own thoughts.
âSo do I!â You replied a little too happily for his liking. He grimaced at the feeling in his stomach as his eyes met yours. He did not want to think about how they went to your lips which now had lip balm on them instead of them being chapped, along with the perfume you started wearing.
He also wished that what he suspected wasnât true, that you werenât supervising lunchtime with him. âWhat are you doing here?â He asked just to confirm it.
âIâm on lunch duty with you. I feel so much more at ease knowing that Iâm coworkers with my old teacher.â You said.
His heart dropped out of his chest.
For the rest of lunch, he spent his time standing in the corner staring off or staying close to the kids, so that it looked like he was busy talking to them and not trying to ignore you (he was.)
Your heart on the other hand, leapt out of your chest as your eyes landed on Mr. Lupin, or Remus as you started calling him. You had the biggest crush on him for years ever since he became your teacher. Itâs not like you tried denying your inappropriate attraction towards him by acting out and misbehaving when he was around you in what you now realized was an immature way to get his attention.
You knew youâd gone too far with your antics, so you thought you could redeem yourself in his eyes by starting to act cordial with him on your first day teaching.
You understood that your crush on your former teacher turned coworker definitely didnât go away as you felt a dull ache and a warm spot forming in your panties.
You were an adult now, it wasnât technically illegal to flirt with older men, but it was obviously unprofessional for you to flirt with another teacher that used to teach you, and one who was much older than you.
You had known Remus for years. You werenât clueless. You saw the way his eyes struggled to keep themselves from wandering all over your body. After years of crushing on him, it was exciting for you to see him try to hide his growing attraction towards you as an adult.
After saying goodbye to your students for the day, you went over what youâd say to Remus in your head. You wanted to sincerely apologize to him for all that you put him through in addition to proposing a new start with him, this time as coworkers not student and teacher.
It wasnât hard for you to find his classroom since it was next to yours and it had âMr. Lupin Room 3Câ written on a card taped to the door.
It didnât take long for a gruff voice to reply with âcome inâ muffled by the wood after you knocked on it.
As you opened the door, the familiar feelings of your literal school-girl crush fluttered in your chest.
âWhat are you doing here?â He didnât sound angry, just tired.
âI-â your words got stuck in your throat as he looked up from where he sat hunched down behind his desk. He certainly looked older than the last time you saw him before finishing school, but he was no less handsome in your eyes in that brown suit he used to wear when you were his student. Suddenly, you felt like the same immature student again, being asked to explain yourself as you nervously played with the hem of your sleeves.
âI just wanted to say hello.â You tried speaking again.
âYou already have. During lunchtime.â You saw him grinding his jaw as his eyes raked over your body. He cleared his throat before standing up to grab his satchel and walk to the door, where you happened to be.
âOkay, I just wanted to say Iâm sorry, then.â Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized how close he was standing in front of you. It seemed that you werenât the only one either. He brushed his fingers through his brown hair, making you wish you could brush your fingers through them instead.
âFor what?â He asked bemusedly.
âFor being so annoying and giving you a hard time in school. I thought maybe we could start over?â You said hurriedly, blushing and looking at your high heels which were almost touching his loafers.
You bit your lip as you gazed into his eyes, hopeful heâd take up in your proposal. He looked down at your hand which you extended, as if considering the possibility.
âNice try.â Your mouth hung open at his blank words and you didnât know what to say.
âExcuse me?â Your hopes for starting a professional and cordial relationship with him were now ruined.
âApologies are more than just words. You of all people should know that since I was the one who taught you that. Goodbye.â You gave him the same dirty look you used to give him as he turned his back towards you, leaving you alone in his classroom.
That was the first of your interactions with him in that school year. Being two teachers who taught students of the same year, you were often assigned together for most school related activities like yard duty, supervising lunch, and the field trips⌠you couldnât stop the dull aching heat between your thighs as you both would have to sit on the same bench on the bus rides.
It was even worse when you were fidgeting in your seat one time, when all the sudden, the bus ran over a huge bump causing you to tumble on top of Remus with his knee under your skirt, between your legs. You had grasped onto his shoulders for stability and he had grabbed your waist when his eyes had widened as he realized where his knee had touched you. You were too frozen to where you couldnât stop staring at his lips that were close enough to yours that if you leaned in a millimeter more, youâd kiss him.
âSorry.â You let out an exhale which was interrupted as you realized how good your pussy felt when you rubbed it against his thigh in an attempt to get off of him.
You were thankful that your students were young and innocent enough not to suspect anything, not to jump to conclusions if they saw you in your compromising position.
For the rest of the bus ride, you tried not to think about how your new coworker had accidentally turned you on.
It wasnât like Remus would ever try to deny your flirting. You knew this because he never actively pushed you away. Every time youâd pass by him, youâd give his shoulder or arm a little brush where youâd catch his hungry gaze on you.
You were alone in the teachersâ lounge, the rest of the staff having gone home already.
Even in heels, you still werenât tall enough to reach for the folders that were on the top shelf, so you did what anybody would do and positioned yourself on the table so that your knees would hold your weight up.
A shiver went up your spine as you felt a presence behind you.
âNeed help?â Remusâ husky voice made its way to your ear.
You were glad your back was turned to him so that he couldnât see how red your cheeks had gotten. You were also glad that he didnât wait for you to answer him as he reached above your head, making his weight shift onto your ass where you couldâve sworn you felt a bulge.
âThat wasnât so bad was it?â You couldâve sworn he was smirking behind you as he set the empty folders next to you.
You turned around, hoping that heâd backed up to give you enough space to get off, but what you didnât expect was for his hands to be on your waist, blocking you.
âWhat do you say?â He raised his eyebrows at you.
âThank you.â You put your hand on his shoulder to use as leverage to get yourself down from the table.
âWow. Seems you arenât such a brat anymore.â He laughed.
âWhat does that supposed to mean?â You thought you had grown past your immature teenage self, but apparently you had let Remus get under your skin with his backhanded compliment.
âThere she is.â He scoffed. âWith that same fucking attitude that did no good. Youâre not so high and mighty now just because youâre a teacher.â
You didnât know if your face was red from anger, embarrassment, or something else.
âDonât act like I havenât been nice to you.â You countered back heatedly.
âToo nice.â His voice had gotten lower.
âAnyways,â you tried to ignore the tingling feeling in your stomach that erupted as you saw him gazing at your lips with the lack of distance between you. âI actually tried showing you how much I changed.â
He scoffed again.
âBy being nice? You know flirting wonât get you anywhere.â
You realized he just admitted to you straight up that he caught onto your flirting.
âDonât act as if you havenât changed the way you used to look at me. I saw you checking me out on the first day of school.â This was your way of probing at him.
âWhat?! I-â
âItâs okay to stare. I know because I used to do it to you⌠Not that I stopped.â You purred, running your fingers lightly along his firm chest.
Remus grunted at the pleasurable sensation. You were driving him crazy, and not like how you used to when you were his student. Speaking of which, he kept reminding himself that what he was letting you do to him was unprofessional and inappropriate, but on the other hand, he didnât want to stop you.
âIâve always wondered what itâd be like to fuck the hot teacher.â Your lips were so almost touching his earlobe.
âStop it.â He grabbed your wrists.
âOr else what? How are you gonna punish me?â You licked your lips. âExcept you canât. Because Iâm the teacher.â
He realized you had a point as he let go of your wrists.
âHow about this? Itâs getting late, so Iâll order some food for us.â You suggested. Please say yes. You wished Remus could read your mind.
âYou donât have to do that for me.â He waved you off as he moved to grab his cardigan off the chair.
âPlease. Itâs the least I could do for you.â Remus felt a sliver of guilt at rejecting your proposal as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. âAnd⌠I want to.â
After Remus had reluctantly taken up on your offer, you had ordered take out on your phone. By the time the food arrived, you were still fighting over who was going to pay. You insisted you pay because it was your idea and you wanted to do him a favor while he didnât really have a counterargument other than he really wanted to pay. This led to him shoving cash into the driverâs hands and shutting the door before you had a chance to do anything.
âYou did all that with your hands?â You rolled your eyes and laughed while nervously twirling a strand of hair around your finger.
âI can do other things with my hands too.â
Remus was unaware of how suggestive what he said was until you looked from his eyes to his crotch while licking your lips.
âIâd love to know what other things.â You said, making Remus swallow loudly at how low and seductive your voice sounded.
You both ate across the table from each other in an awkward silence, each of you mentally coming up with topics to discuss preferably away from whatever it is you were talking about earlier. Remus needed to find a way to cool down from the sexual tension from earlier.
âHow was your life after you graduated?â Remus was the first to talk.
âIt was a bit boring really. All I did was study in university, and didn't really go out much.â You said before shoving an entire dumpling in your mouth with your chopsticks. Remus couldnât control the corner of his mouth as it turned upwards. You looked silly, like a cartoon chipmunk.
âHow have you been?â You asked once you had swallowed your food.
âAlright.â He shrugged.
âReally? Thereâs got to be more. Havenât you gone on any dates?â Remusâ eyes widened at your inquiries of his relationship status as he felt the tip of your shoes dipping under the hem of his trouser leg.
âNo, actually.â He was able to compose himself enough to draw out a steady response as he tried to ignore how much his dick was starting to ache and the fact that he noticed you had taken off your shoe making him feel the soft nylon covering your foot gliding upward.
âThatâs a shame. Any woman would be lucky to have you.â
And I want that woman to be me, you thought.
While you enjoyed this little game you were playing with Remus, you didnât like that it usually led to nowhere. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. It was that obvious. You knew you were terrible at hiding your feelings for someone whenever you had a crush, but this time, with Remus you didnât care. He wasnât your teacher anymore, you were both adults, and you were equals. Something sparked within you every time you saw him get flustered around you. You wanted to keep that spark going. Even if it was a boring day where all the students had the day off for professional development day, leaving the school campus occupied by no one but the staff.
In addition to the staff meeting being extremely long, you could tell it was going to be extremely boring even though this was only your first year of teaching at the school.
You cursed yourself for waking up an hour later than you intended to, leaving you barely enough time to do anything other than throw on your clothes. You couldnât prepare any breakfast for yourself or stop by a cafe, so you were left with lazily braiding your hair on the bus ride while mentally coming up with how you would apologize to everyone.
Clutching your book bag against the side of your body, you swung the door open to the staff room. Multiple eyes met yours, some glaring, others just blank, as if they were expecting you to be the type of young teacher to slack off.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â You apologized awkwardly as you tucked some hair behind your ear, being afraid to face the older staff whom you thought would silently berate you on your tardiness with their scowls.
âNothing to worry about.â Your boss, Dumbledore was standing in front of the table with his hands folded in front of him. âRemus was kind enough to save a seat for you.â
True to his word, Remus was sitting next to an empty seat. He was looking at you with a smirk like it was meant only for you to see. You gave him a small nod in acknowledgment as you smoothed out your skirt underneath you and sat down on the chair.
You exhaled a breath you didnât know you were holding as the meeting resumed. You reached into your book bag and took out your notepad before absentmindedly scribbling down whatever came up that you thought would be important enough for later.
You had no idea how long youâd been writing for when you suddenly became aware of the large hand that was on your knee. You looked to your right, expecting Remus to be glancing at you, but he looked just as bored as half of the people in the room did, looking straight ahead. You had to look down again to make sure it was really the same hand that was connected to his body.
You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to sooth that dull ache that got stronger each time Remus decided to move his hand just a tad higher until you sucked in a breath as you saw it disappear under your skirt. Remus on the other hand looked unfazed as he used his impressive strength to push your legs apart with one hand. Itâs not like you were resisting as he rubbed circles along the exposed skin.
You bit your lip as you felt the tip of his calloused finger trace along the lace edge of your panties. You started to squirm in the damp spot that was forming dangerously close to where his fingers were.
It was as if in that moment, every other person in the room beside you and Remus were pushed to the back of your mind. You were still aware of their presence, itâs just that you didnât care. You still had enough self awareness to try and keep the expression on your face neutral no matter how badly you wanted to scream as you felt the blunt end of Remusâ fingernail teasing the swollen nub above the dampness of the cotton. That overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation he was imposing on you felt so wrong in a place like this and so good. Your mind was in that zone between wanting him to stop and wanting him to keep going. You wondered how the small movements of his fingers could be so precise and so impactful at the same time.
You could feel the pleasure escalating directly onto your clit as you held your breath, desperately hoping no one else at this dreadful meeting was paying attention to you except for Remus. More than anything, you changed your mind and decided you wanted him to continue pleasuring you like this to distract you. Youâd have to be quiet, you told yourself.
Being quiet just got harder because you felt his fingers move inside of your panties, coating themselves along your throbbing pussy.
There was no going back for you. You kept your head down, too aware of how red your face had become, as you gripped the armrests of your chair.
Meanwhile Remus continued to rub tight circles on your clit, this time, it was like you felt the grooves of his fingerprint on the oversensitive bundle of nerves, and the experience of having someone else do it to you felt different and so much more exciting than doing it to yourself.
You could tell Remus was experienced as he knew the exact spots to touch you to make you feel like you were on the edge, but not quite over it.
You didnât have to look at him to know that son of a bitch knew you were hating and loving this moment and what he was doing to you.
âIs she okay?â You heard some of the older teachers ask. You didnât think they were talking about you, so you chose not to reply.
That was when Remus pulled his fingers out, and with that same hand, he set it on your shoulder. âYou alright?â He asked gently. That was when you were brought out of your trance, not realizing how loudly you were panting.
You were mortified when you turned to look at him and could see your juices on his fingers, still wet and glistening under the lighting. You wished your chair would just swallow you up.
You heard Dumbledore chuckle from the front of the room. You thought he was mocking you for not paying attention, but you didnât care. You wanted to leave, and it looked as if he answered your prayers. âPerhaps the meeting is getting a little too boring for some of us. Not to worry, there is a lunch break coming up.â He said.
Lunch? Thatâs right. Your stomach started to grumble when you realized you hadnât eaten anything since waking up, nor did you bring anything to eat. That left you with drinking from the water fountain outside as your only option.
You heard footsteps behind you as you took a sip from the fountain.
âHave you got any idea how much of a compromising position youâre in?â You heard Remusâ voice and you could swear he was staring at your ass.
âNow I do.â You stood up straight as you met his eyes. âEspecially after the little stunt you pulled.â
âWhat stunt?â He smirked. He knew what you were referring to. âOh. Yes, the one where I embarrassed you, reminding you of the slut you are?â
You gasped. You never in a million years thought youâd hear someone who used to be in a position of power over you straight up call you a slut (except for in your fantasies) and it turned you on when he did.
âIs that what you wanted? Did you want me to finish the job too?â He said in that low, husky voice as he stepped closer to you. You weakly nodded as you looked up, only to quickly look back down at the intensity of his stare. âUse your words.â You felt the backs of his fingers brush against your heated cheek as he used them to bring your face up, forcing you to look at him.
âI⌠I want this⌠I want you.â You whispered, looking deep into his eyes hoping heâd get the point.
âAre you sure?â Now it was his turn to look shy. He was scratching his light brown stubble and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. âI donât want you to feel like Iâm taking advantage of you. We could go back to how things were before and pretend nothing between us happened.â He was lying of course. He would never be able to pretend nothing happened between you two.
âRemus, please kiss me.â You grabbed onto his shoulders. You were hopelessly turned on, and there was no going back for either of you.
He turned his head away from you, making you worried that he was rejecting you only for him to say, âWe need to make sure the door to my classroom is locked first.â
As soon as the door to the classroom was locked, Remus had you pinned against it with his hands on your hips.
âMy God, youâre so beautiful.â He let out an exhale as his thumb traced your bottom lip, making you shiver both at the words and physical contact.
Youâd never felt more alive than when he finally crashed his lips onto yours.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â Remus asked, looking into your eyes for any sign of doubt.
You nodded. âIâm on the pill and Iâm clean. Do you trust me?â
âI trust you.â Youâve been a prankster and a nuisance, but youâd never lie about something as serious as this.
Everything around you started to become a blur as Remus continued to kiss you while walking you to where his desk was until your ass was planted against it.
âLook at you.â His eyes glided up and down your body like a wolf checking out his next meal. âIs my needy slut not satisfied? Does she want more?â Fuck, he really hit the nail on the head with that one.
Remus took a seat on his chair before he patted his thigh. You took a gulp before turning around, but not before he put his hand on your lower back, stopping you. âNot so fast.â
You looked to him behind you, and raised your eyebrows in confusion.
âYou donât deserve to sit on a throne like a Princess. Bad girls like you need the right discipline.â You didnât need for him to explain to you that you understood how this was going to work.
You were in a position of obedience. You took a deep breath as you placed yourself on his lap, chest and torso pressed against his lower body.
âThatâs better.â Remus chuckled from above you as he ran his finger along the skin of your inner thigh. It then felt like only a moment before his entire hand wrapped around it with his thumb lightly tracing along your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan as you raised your ass up in an attempt to grind against his fingers before he pulled them away.
âYouâve completely soaked through your panties. Such a needy, little slut.â He said in response to how your body reacted to his touch. âHereâs what Iâll do.â He started to say as he gathered your hands behind your back. You heard the sound of fabric shuffling and you felt something smooth around your wrists, which you guessed was a necktie. âHow about I teach this slut a lesson, and if sheâs a good girl, Iâll give her a special reward?â
âWhat reward? What do you mean?â Your demanding questions came out in a way that made you sound whiny as you squirmed on his lap.
Remus knew if he continued letting you move around on his lap, his erection would only get more unbearable to the point of not being able to contain himself, and thatâs not what he wanted. He needed you to understand that he was the one in control, and you were only under his mercy.
He couldnât help admiring the plumpness of your ass that was covered by the thin material of your panties as he lifted your skirt. He could even see the damp spot on the gusset that he had been looking forward to committing to his memory.
âOw!â You shut your eyes as you felt a sharp slap on your skin.
âThatâs what you get.â He whispered in your ear. Something about his voice sounded different. Maybe feral. It only reminded you of how much you wanted to see this side of him more often, growling in your ear, making you feel like a small prey he deserved to feast on.
âThink you can be quiet?â He asked as he slid his thumb inside your panties where it found your swollen lips.
âYes.â You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back another scream this time as he delivered a second spank to your bottom.
âI donât think so.â He scoffed harshly as he yanked your panties down your legs and bunched up the piece of fabric soaked with your juices into a ball before quickly forcing it into your mouth. âThere. I wonât have such a hard time getting you to shut up.â
This was it. You were silenced. You were nothing but a toy to him, stuffed with no way to talk back. You couldnât be happier with how it was, you were under his control as he used your body in ways you craved to be used.
âDonât worry, Beautiful. Iâll take good care of you.â He soothingly stroked his long fingers over your scalp, undoing your braid and making your hair fall around your face.
With his other hand, he pushed your legs apart, exposing your warm, wet cunt to the dry air. Your body stiffened at the sharp contrast. God, you so desperately wanted him to insert something into your aching hole already! You didnât care if it was his fingers or his cock, you needed to be filled up good and full until-
Your thoughts were interrupted as another spank, this time harsher than the others, was inflicted on the raw skin you were sure already had red welts forming there. You wouldâve been pleased if that were the case. You wanted to be marked as his.
Another spank landed on the other side of your ass.
In contrast to the pain on your ass, the pleasurable sensation of his fingers dragging along your folds was enough to make you moan so loudly even the make-shift gag couldnât muffle it completely. You bucked your hips up in an attempt to get his fingers into you deeper, but he pulled them away too fast for you. You felt tears stream down your face accompanied by pathetic sobs.
âThis is what you get for being a bad girl.â With each word that he growled, each slap on your ass, the ache only grew deeper inside your cunt, reminding you how much you needed him.
Just as you thought you couldnât take it anymore, the spanking was replaced by his large hand softly rubbing circles on the raw skin. By the time he was done, your legs were shaking as much as your breaths. This was only the beginning.
You stood on shaky legs that wouldâve fallen had it not been for the assistance of the desk behind your or Remus holding your hips in place.
âI just wanted to see how beautiful you look, crying, before I bend you over my desk.â He gently brushed the tears under your eyes with his thumb. If it werenât for the situation you were in, one could mistake the look on Remusâ face as sympathetic.
As quick as he was to show his gentle side, he roughly turned you around and pushed your back forward. With your hands still tied behind your back, you werenât able to catch yourself as the force of your chest slamming on top of the desk knocked the breath out of you.
âAww, does my crybaby slut want it now?â He cooed into your ear as he brushed some hair back. âHas she got no more tears left in her eyes? Why donât I check on that cunt? Iâm sure itâs weeping more than your eyes have in your life.â
Why was he being such a tease? If he wanted to tease you, you wouldâve rather have him tease you with his fingers not his taunting words.
Another sob ripped through your shaking body as his finger curled inside of you.
âFucking hell, I canât do this anymore.â You heard him whisper to himself behind you. You wanted to smirk as you heard the sound of the belt and zipper being undone.
It was as if your pussy could finally breathe in relief as the smooth tip of his cock found your entrance and soon after, the entire length was able to slide in, making not only your pussy feel full, but also your belly.
âFuck! Youâre so wet.â Remus grunted as he held onto your shoulder, pressing it against the hardwood. You didnât mind the pain on your shoulder that was accompanied by each thrust. Pleasure was the only thing that mattered to you.
Youâd gotten to the point where you realized you could no longer rely on your fingers or your toys to make you feel full and pleasured the same way Remus was making you feel. You were his dependent whore, thatâs how youâd come to see it. And you loved it. You loved every thrust and every time his cock would hit the right places, the tightness inside you became stronger until you felt it explode (or it was combined with Remus spilling himself inside you,) making you sob loudly. You needed a moment to collect yourself.
âDid you also cum?â He asked as soon as he caught his breath. You nodded. âYouâre so irresistible you donât know how hard it is to keep myself from spilling inside you so fast.â
You felt him tug on the tie around your wrists, pulling your body against his chest.
âYou were such a good girl. Iâm so proud of you.â He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. Yes, this moment was the proudest youâd ever seen him being of you.
You didnât realize how stiff your jaw had become until he took out your bunched up panties from your mouth, and put them in his back pocket.
âI havenât got a spare⌠itâs so sticky down there.â Your weak protest was shut with a smirk on his lips.
âToo bad. Deal with it. Let it be a reminder of the dirty whore you are.â He said, encircling his arms around your body to untie your wrists. You brought them to your sides, bending them back and forth, relieved to be freed.
Once the two of you had fixed yourselves back to decency, you heard your stomach rumbling, reminding you of the lack of food youâd eaten.
âWould you⌠like to come over to my place after weâre done with the meeting? You must be starving. I can cook for you or get some takeout, whatever you want. You donât have to. I just mean, if itâs something youâd want to do with me.â
Now it was your turn to make him shut up as you pressed your lips onto his cheek. âIâd love to.â
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sexual content warnings and definitions
cw.sleep â somnophelia
cw.ncdrugs â unknown/non-consensual drug use
cw.nc â non-consensual /r@pe
cw.cnc â consensual non-consensual
cw.sb â sibling incest
cw.crying â crying from pain/pleasure
cw.overstim â continued stimulation after orgasm
cw.begging â pleading and begging to continue/stop
cw.corruption â turning someone innocent into a sex crazed animal
cw.degradation â degrading, insulting, putting someone in their place
cw.humiliation â embarrassing someone with insults meant to undermine
cw.gpâ genital pain: slapping, punching, twisting, biting of the genitals
cw.sadism â enjoying anotherâs pain
cw.masochism â enjoying oneâs own pain
cw.subspace â total submission, entering of the fuzzy submission headspace. implies complete loss of control.
cw.primal â usually coupled with breeding/knot kinks, this one just adds a sense of lost control and tunneled vision on those kinks
cw.fuckedsilly â ahegao, screaming, drooling, laughing, crying, incoherent sex slut. that whole stuff
cw.freeuse â consent can be either implies or not implied, refer to other tags in post. but usage of oneâs body at the whim of another
cw.voyeur â watching one have sex usually while hidden, but not always. but typically implies without the performer's knowledge.
cw.cuck â someoneâs partner who is willing to watch them fuck someone else.
cw.cheating â someoneâs partner fucks someone else without their knowledge/permission.
cw.sw â the use of a safeword that has been established gets use because the sex goes a little too far
cw.public â public sex, exhibitionism
cw.aphro â use of aphrodisiac. can be consensual use or non-consensual/unknown use.
cw.abduction â someone gets kidnapped for sex
cw.petplayâ includes collars, barking, sniffing, and other actions that are akin to a housepet performed by a human character or the adjacent of a human character in the fandom. may include dress up additions, such as ears and tails.
cw.monster â monster fucking.
cw.beast â bestiality, implied sex with creatures that resemble that of an animal. does not encompass monster fucking.
(not an inherently sexual cw)
cw.poly â non monogamous relationships, more than one partner
cw.gaslighting â a character will be convinced that their reality did not exist through the words or action of others.
cw.abuse â encompasses emotional and physical abuse, but not sexual, even though sexual abuse falls under the category of physical. sexual abuse will be labeled as its own cw.
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Why do you hate me?
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Part two
Severus Snape x f!reader
WC: 1.5k
Summary: After starting your job as a professor at Hogwarts, you donât understand why Professor Snape is the one person who doesnât seem to like you.
Warnings: age gap, angst, SFW, crying, slightly OOC Snape
I still have some stuff I need to catch up on but maybe I can make a part two soon?đđťââď¸
You were more than thrilled when you were accepted to fill in the position for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As Dumbledore introduced you to the school at the Welcoming Feast, your eyes went over to the Slytherin table where you recognized some of the students you went to school with who were younger than you. Your memory went back to your last year sitting at that table with them, and it was as if youâd blinked and they were already old enough to be taking their N.E.W.Ts the upcoming year. You gave a wave to them as they saw you which they returned with a thumbs up.
It seemed as if someone else didnât give off the same welcoming energy that the rest of the staff and students were giving you. That person was none other than your former head of house, Severus Snape, who was sitting right next to you, rolling his eyes.
He had started teaching when you were in your first year, and it didnât take long for you as an impressionable student to accept his strict ways of teaching. It wasnât until your fourth year when you noticed youâd feel different around him than you did with any other teacher which made you realize you were developing a little crush on him that you waited for to go away throughout the rest of your time in school. It never did.
And now, there you were, sitting right next to him, with the same flame within you that caused you to blush.
After Dumbledore was finished making the rest of his announcements, you turned to Snape with a smile on your face.
âHello Severus, youâve been a teacher for a while now. Doesnât it get exciting seeing all these new faces ready to have their minds filled with knowledge? I saw a good number of new additions to our wonderful house during the Sorting Ceremony!â
âItâs Professor Snape to you. And what makes you think I would enjoy having new students to teach?â Even though he turned to you with that same scowl on his face from all those years ago, there was something different about the way he looked at you that you couldnât put your finger on.
âIâm sorry.â You apologized quickly, a meek smile on your face. âI just thought that⌠well, youâre a teacher, so⌠or maybe you see it as having new victims to torture?â You didnât know why you had rambled on like a fool as the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter. Having a crush on someone youâre not supposed to can make you do strange things, sometimes without your control it seems.
âThe students better hope their new teacher takes her job seriously enough and doesn't treat it as a joking matter.â Snape pointed his sharp features at you which were emphasized by his pale face making you shrink back into your seat.
The more time went on throughout the school year, the more apparent it became that your former teacher hated you no less if not more than he used to. Every wave you gave to him in the corridors was only returned with a scowl, every âhelloâ with a âgo away.â You didnât understand why he could be so rude to you when youâve been nothing but kind to him. Hearing rumors that he favored the Slytherins over the other three houses, you thought that he would have treated you with less disdain, but even as a student and teacher, it seemed like he treated you as if he forgot that you shared the same house.
The more you thought about it, you noticed that he used to single you out from the other Slytherins in your school days. You remembered storming out of class in your seventh year one time after he yelled at you for being an âembarrassmentâ to your house. All you had done was defend a Gryffindor student from the taunts of your fellow housemates. He then had the audacity to complain that you were the one disrupting his class!
Since becoming a teacher, you had in a way used Snapeâs mistreatment of you as a motivation to be kind to every student and work with them in a way that was suitable to their needs. You never wanted another student to feel the same way about you that you had towards Snape.
Within a month of school, you had gained a reputation as one of the nicest teachers at Hogwarts, a stark contrast to how everyone else viewed Snape. There were some nosey older students who had taken the liberty of spreading gossip around which included information of how you were once his pupil making the younger students wonder in disbelief of how you turned out nothing like him.
Then there was Snape himself, whom youâd sometimes catch looking in your direction, looking as if he was dazed out, a sight that amused you as someone who had only seen him wear one other expression on his face. It was only when the soft sound of your laughter would hit his ears that heâd snap out of whatever trance he was in, narrowing his black eyes at you silently accusing you of mocking him.
You didnât understand what was so different about him, what changed since the last time he saw you before you started teaching.
This lead to you becoming more intrigued with him, striking up a conversation with him whenever you were together only to be shut down by his familiar dismissiveness.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that you were alone in the library with the exception of some studious first and second year students. You had taken advantage of the near emptiness of the library to gather however many books you could fit onto two hands before leaving for your quarters. Thinking about how excited you were to bundle up in your blankets with the books you considered reading to your students, you sprinted through the castle. Maybe you got a little too excited because the next thing you knew you were plumeling face first into a wall of black fabric before the books were knocked out of your hands.
âI shouldâve known it was you. Running around like the invasive pest that you are.â You looked up to meet Snapeâs eyes for daggers, his taller frame looming over you.
âIâm so sorry, sir.â Your eyes widened as you frantically fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.
âEven after I thought Iâd seen the last of you, you return like a persistent weed that has evolved into a thorn in my side.â He used his snarky attitude to ignore your apology.
Something inside of you deflated at the sound of his words, puncturing the previous excitement that was bubbling inside you making you momentarily forget about the books you had to pick up.
âI just thought we could be friends now that weâre coworkers.â You said in a near whisper.
âIt might have escaped you when you were that pathetic student, but you canât force everyone to be your friend.â He was clenching his fists at his sides.
âWhy donât you at least try being nice for once then?!â Hot tears were starting to simmer inside your eyelids, threatening to pour out. You hated how no matter how hard you tried standing up for yourself, youâd cry every time.
âStill weak as ever.â Snape said, eyeing your tears that were now running down your red cheeks.
âI am sick of you always treating me and looking at me like⌠Iâm pathetic and calling me that!â You started to choke on your sobs. âEveryone has been kind to me! I donât understand why you canât be too when Iâve always tried being friendly with you, but youâve been nothing but mean to me!â
âBeing a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin doesnât help.â Snape said loud and clear.
âBeing a pathetic excuse for a teacher doesnât help!â You shouted as loud as the tears would spill out fast. âYou act like you know everything and that everyone else is beneath you! Maybe thatâs why all the students hate you!â
âThank you. For bringing my attention to something that is absolutely not new and wasting my time.â Snape said sarcastically, huffing under the layers of black.
âWhy do you hate me?â You finally asked the question, a wall of tears clouding your vision.
The next thing you felt was calloused fingers brushing along the soft skin of your wet cheek before a pair of lips landed onto yours.
You were in too much of a shock to dwell on the fact that the man youâve had a crush on for years was kissing you. You planted your hands against his hard chest as you returned the kiss. You let out a breathy whimper as his tongue traced your bottom lip. Both of you closed your eyes, savoring the moment until it was time to break away unless you wanted to take your last breath in his arms, which you wouldâve been happy to.
âBecause it infuriates me that Iâve wanted to do that to you every time Iâve looked at you since that day you returned to Hogwarts. You have no idea what you have done to me with those innocent eyes I canât stop thinking about.â Snapeâs voice broke you out of your daydreams before he stormed off without giving you a chance to speak.
You wanted to call out after him as you stood alone, trembling in your dried up tears.
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Like father, like son
Welcome to the third and final part of the story!
Hereâs part one and part two
(Link to masterlist)
Summary: James finally gets what he wants.
A/n: thank you to everyone whoâs read the story so far! Sorry this is so long and full of filthy, smutty goodness :)
Pairing: dilf!James Potter x reader
NSFW 18+ only!
Word count: 5.4k
Tags/warnings: dilf!James Potter, super long, unprotected sex, age gap, low-key unhinged, almost-somnophilia, pet names, extremely filthy smut, NSFW, oral sex, p in v sex, teasing, reader is of age, dub-con (depends on how you look at it)
Hey, how have you been? Itâs been a while since weâve spoken to each other. I know youâve been busy with the Auror Recruitment Programme. Dad and I are really happy for you. We both miss you very much, and it would mean a lot to me if you would come to our house for my 18th birthday. We know youâre very busy, so itâll just be dinner with the three of us and weâll let you leave the next morning. Weâll even let you sleep on the pull-out couch just like old times.
-Your friend, Harry
You stared at the letter in your hand that Hedwig had dropped onto your kitchen counter after you let her in. The words âwe both miss you very muchâ stuck out to you. You were reminded of how fast time passed since Lilyâs death. The first month after it happened, the three of you were a complete mess. James had gotten a letter from Professor McGonagall saying that Harryâs grades were starting to slip, and he was in danger of having to repeat sixth year on top of getting kicked off the Quidditch team (something that upset both you and James as former players for the same team) if something wasnât done about it. With you out of school and unable to spend as much time with him, there was nothing you could do for him other than to keep sending him letters of encouragement. Luckily for him, his supportive group of friends were more than willing to help him get back to his feet and help keep him on track to graduating. You still understood that neither James nor his son would ever get over Lilyâs death because you never got over your parentâs deaths. You understood each otherâs pain. Youâd never be that type of person to tell someone to get over a loved oneâs death no matter how long ago it was.
You scribbled your response to Harryâs letter promising him that youâll be at his house, and tied the parchment around Hedwigâs ankle before sending her off.
You sat still on your chair with a dreamy feeling inside of you. If you were a cartoon character, there would be hearts in place of your eyes. That dreamy feeling only swelled within you more by each day until it was the day for you to see James.
James felt selfish for using his sonâs birthday as an excuse to see you. He was the one who brought you up during dinner, casually mentioning that you hadnât spoken with them in a long time. He then mentioned that with Harryâs birthday coming up, it would be the perfect opportunity for you to spend time together.
Thatâs how he found himself answering the door at six in the evening. His heart somersaulted into his stomach at the sight of you.
âOh, hi James.â His eyes didnât overlook the way your cheeks turned as pink as the sunset or the same shy smile you started giving him all those years ago.
âCome in, Harryâs inside setting the table.â He stepped aside as you walked in with your overnight bag slung onto your shoulder.
James didnât care if you caught his eyes hungrily exploring your body. Actually, he wanted you to catch him, so he could see how youâd react. Would you blush an even deeper shade of red and turn away? Or would you boldly hold his stare?
And what the hell were you wearing? You were (definitely) trying to seduce him with the tiny skirt that almost showed the plump skin of your ass and that white blouse that was high enough to show your belly button and exposed your shoulders. There was no way you were wearing a bra with the way your nipples were showing through the soft fabric, just tempting James to reach his thumb out and rub it over the hard peaks.
He then realized he couldnât remember how long itâd been since he let his mind wander to you as heâd pleasure himself in the privacy of his own room.
He really needed to get himself together. He was not about to let his inappropriate thoughts about you slip out in front of his son.
âHappy birthday!â Your voice snapped James out of his thoughts as he saw you run over to Harry and give him a hug.
âIâm glad you could make it!â He returned your hug. âCome on, letâs eat. Arenât you starving?â
âI know you are.â You rolled your eyes and laughed, only to abruptly stop with a blush when your eyes did indeed catch James looking at your body, specifically at your thighs that he saw you rubbing together. âOh⌠yeah, whatâs for dinner?â Your voice stumbled.
âMy favorite, obviously because Iâm the birthday boy.â Harry said in a joking snobbish way.
Throughout dinner, James sat back during most discussions you and Harry were having, enjoying the peaceful quietness without having to worry about the chaos that had been happening in the rest of the Wizarding World.
James didnât know or care what time it was when his eyes opened to the sight of the still darkened sky outside his bedroom window and the dry, raw feeling inside his throat. He needed water which meant heâd have to go past the living room where you were sleeping in order to get to the kitchen.
Being careful not to make too much noise as he stepped past Harryâs bedroom door, he made his way down the stairs.
If the word temptation was a person, James was sure it would be you. His eyes gravitated up your exposed legs before landing on the hem of the short, pink satin robe you were wearing, your sleeping form undisturbed by his presence.
A more sinister part of his mind was begging him to walk over to you and untie your robe. One little peek wouldnât hurt right? It told him, but he screamed at that part of him to shut up and that Lily wouldâve been furious enough to come out of her grave to give him some sort of a spiritual beating and an earful if he did something that devious to you. It was just a thought. Not everything he thought needed to be acted out.
He wasnât married anymore. He didnât have to feel guilty about his dirty thoughts about you, right?
James found that his previous thirst for water was replaced by something else. He sat on the armchair next to the pull-out couch as he reminded himself about what heâd been taught: that men are allowed to look but not touch. But he wanted to touch you. His fingers twitched around the armrest as he imagined tracing them along your exposed inner thighs before dipping below the hem. Would his fingers feel a warm slickness or a piece of fabric? Were you wearing any underwear at all? It was hard to tell with your legs closed.
James couldnât take it anymore. He didnât care anymore that his conscience had no control over his body as he got up from his chair and the backs of his fingers found themselves brushing a strand of hair out of your face and down your neck. He made up this pathetic excuse in his mind that he had to check your pulse to make sure you were alive.
That excuse was so pathetic that James instantly snatched his hand back and mentally scolded himself before swiftly retreating to his bedroom.
Stepping out of the bathroom with your toothbrush bag, you adjusted your robe. You heard sounds coming from the kitchen which you deduced was James cooking something. You were right, for you spotted him behind the island where he was balancing a mixing bowl in one hand and holding a whisk in the other as you poked your head into the kitchen. You also noticed instantly that he was shirtless. And his muscles were on full display.
Although youâve imagined what heâd look like without a shirt countless times, nothing could compare to the real view.
âGood morning. I didnât see you there. Iâm making pancakes.â You didnât know what sounded more delicious: the pancakes, or the sound of his raspy morning voice.
You forced yourself to move your entire body into the kitchen.
You couldnât remember how to speak as you felt your cheeks flame up and your eyes glue itself to his abs.
âWould you like to help?â Oh, you wanted to help him with something, alright. Just not the type of help he was implying.
You nodded and James gave you a smile as you made it to the kitchen island and set your toothbrush bag down. It was more like a smirk.
âWhatâs so funny?â You cringed at how your voice sounded like an angry little kid.
âIt was like you were hiding from me.â Your heart fluttered even more inside your chest at the sound of his laughter. âDonât worry, I wonât bite.â
When you hadnât broken out of your trance, James brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
âAre you alright?â He asked. You werenât paying attention to what he was saying. You were busy staring at every body part of his from his eyes down to the V-line of his abs that extended below the waistband of his sweats.
You also werenât paying attention to how you were squeezing your legs together to soothe the ache that was starting to form there.
âHey, relax. Youâre all tensed up.â You gasped at the feeling of his cold hand on the heated skin of your bare thigh. You bit your lip to suppress a whimper as you felt his thumb gently rub circles in an upwards direction.
If what James was already doing to you felt this good, you thought the pleasure he would bring to you if he touched you in other places would be beyond anything you felt in your life.
âI donât like what youâve been doing to me, babydoll.â James murmured into your ear, his voice making you melt. âWhat were you thinking? Tempting me last night in that short skirt and your tits practically on display? In front of my own son? Everyone else thinks youâre such a good girl, but I see right through you.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked in your confused and dizzy state.
James scoffed. âEven a Muggle would be able to read you. Youâre just as terrible at Occlumency as you are talented at Legilimency.â
So he did know about your crush on him⌠the question was how long had he known?
âOh, Iâve known for a whileâŚâ James smirked, answering your mind. âSince I was married, actually. And Iâve seen your little sex dreams. Theyâre even better than those cheap porno films. Donât even try to deny it.â
âJames⌠youâre scaring me.â Your lower lip quivered. How on earth did things escalate this fast? You were beyond horrified that he could see things in your mind that even you tried hiding from yourself. There was no going back now. No more lying to yourself that you only saw James as a father figure.
âFather figure?â James asked incredulously. âQuite frankly, Iâm flabbergasted that with all the magic you have, you never once saw the things Iâve thought while I was around you. If you wouldâve used Legilimency on me at all, you wouldâve seen all those filthy thoughts Iâve had about you that no father should have.â
âJames!â You gasped as his hand disappeared below your robe and landed on your hip bone.
You were clenching your thighs so hard that you could feel some of the stickiness from your cunt leaking onto them.
âOpen your legs. I want to know how filthy my little girl is.â He whispered and you obeyed. You sucked in a breath as you felt his long index finger venture into the crease of your thigh before using it to collect your warm slick and spread it up and down your pussy. You moaned and instinctively grinded against his fingers.
âHave you always been this wet in front of me?â He whispered.
You shamefully looked down. You didnât want to answer him, why should you when he already knew?
âDad? Are you in there? Whereâs-â You heard Harryâs voice from inside the living room.
âYeah, sheâs right here in the kitchen with me! Donât come in yet! Weâre both making a surprise breakfast for you!â James hurriedly interrupted him.
Really? You thought as you rolled your eyes. If things were to get more out of control, youâd be on your way to making a surprise baby.
You bit your lip as James slid his finger inside and curled them upwards hitting that deep spot within you that you couldnât reach as well with your own shorter fingers. With his thumb, he rubbed tight circles around your clit, making your legs want to give out from underneath you. You didnât know which of those two spots he was touching you felt better.
âOkay. Should I go wait in my room?â You almost forgot Harry was still there. What kind of game was James playing with you, talking to his son so casually as if he wasnât doing something dirty with you?
âYeah, weâll call you over when weâre done!â James shouted. You let out an exhale as you heard Harryâs footsteps rush upstairs.
âJust look at you. My sweet, perfect little doll.â Jamesâ eyes followed the fingers on his hand that werenât buried in your cunt up and down your body. âCan I look at these?â He softly cupped his other hand under your breast making sure to give them a gentle squeeze.
You breathlessly nodded and tensed under his touch as he used his index finger to slide the robe off both of your shoulders. You felt your nipples harden into peaks at both the sudden air and Jamesâ hungry gaze on them.
Your eyes slid shut as his lips left a trail of kisses that started from between your breasts and ended at the side of your neck where he started sucking on the sensitive skin. The harder James was sucking on that one area, the harder it became for you to hide your whimpers. With each pump of his fingers inside of you combined with the pleasure he was giving you on your neck, you felt your body getting closer towards the edge of something until you couldnât hold on anymore. You couldnât control your hips as they thrust themselves onto his hand. Your panting was shaking your body just as violently as did your orgasm.
âOh, James.â You quietly whimpered into his ear as your hands found their way to his messy hair.
âDoesnât it feel good?â His soft voice replied back.
âFeels so⌠good.â You pushed the sentence out of you as the last remaining trembles from your orgasm left your body along with Jamesâ fingers.
âJames!â You suddenly exclaimed, remembering. âBreakfast!â
âI know, I didnât forget.â A smile broke out on his face.
He continued to look at you like you were the most perfect thing heâd seen as he helped put your robe back onto your shoulders and clean you up with a towel.
You were still blushing and avoiding eye contact with him while you were helping him in the kitchen, but that didnât stop him from gently caressing any part of your body he could from behind you every few minutes.
You gasped every time his face would find the crook of your neck or his hands that would wrap around your waist.
Soon, James left to go knock on Harryâs bedroom door to let him know breakfast was ready while you stayed behind to get the table ready.
James came back (with a shirt on unfortunately) with Harry running like a little kid in front of him, dressed in jeans and a hoodie.
âIâm starving!â Harry shouted excitedly, eyeing his plate. You laughed at him, glad to see his energetic old self that you missed.
You and Harry mostly spent the rest of breakfast catching up some more, before he told you heâd leave soon to go to the Weasleysâ for the actual party they were throwing him where the rest of his friends would be.
James sat across from you while you sat next to Harry at the table like how it used to be.
âWhat happened to your neck?â You and James froze upon seeing Harry point to the bruise that was the same color as the jelly on his plate.
âIâŚtripped.â You promptly used your hair to cover up the area so that Harry wouldnât have enough time to inspect it.
âYou need to be more careful next time. The corners of the tables can be quite sharp.â James chided you gently as if he wasnât the one that caused this.
âOh. Funny how I didnât hear you screaming earlier.â Harry shrugged. âYou should put some ice on it.â
âWell you know sheâs in Auror training and sheâs been learning how to keep quiet.â James said with emphasis on the last two words with a sly look in your direction. He then got up to walk to the freezer.
He returned a moment later with an ice cube wrapped around a paper towel. You felt a spark where your fingers touched his as he handed it over to you, almost convincing you to put it over your reddening cheeks instead.
After the three of you had finished breakfast and Harry had disapparated out of the living room, it was you and James alone.
âDo you need me to help you wash dishes?â You asked awkwardly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âI can stay here and help. I got the day off today.â
âOr you could wait for me in my bedroom.â James murmured as he sneakily slid his thumbs up your thighs. âYou could help me in there.â
âDeal.â You got on your tiptoes and gave his cheek a quick kiss before departing for his bedroom.
As you came up in front of the door to Jamesâ bedroom, your hands started to shake as you pushed it open. In all the time you spent there, this was the only room in the house you had never stepped foot in. You were starting to feel awkward, knowing this used to be Lilyâs room too, and the bed that was in the middle of the room was most likely the same bed that she shared with James too.
You started to feel anxious with all these thoughts that popped in your mind like, âWhat if James is just using me as a distraction to help him get over Lily?â âDoes James want me to replace her?â âWould I be insulting Lilyâs memory if I slept with her husband on the same bed as her after everything sheâs done for me?â
As for what you thought about James, you didnât want to use him as someone to just sleep around with. You didnât ever want to replace Lily. She was a completely different person from you. That was it. She was a person with thoughts and feelings, not some object with mass-produced replicas. You didnât know how to answer that last question you asked yourself internally.
You walked over to the bed, taking the time to run your fingers over the soft blanket that covered the bed. You then took in the rest of the room. You watched the tree in front of the window shade the room from the full sunlight, giving the white walls and floor the illusion of a blue-ish gray undertone. You noticed that unlike the rest of the house, there was an absence of pictures. You assumed it was so that James wouldnât be reminded of the pain of losing his wife as he was trying to go to sleep. Besides the bed, the only furniture there was were the drawers, a vanity, and a desk with a chair. The only two doors besides the entrance were what looked to be the master bathroom and the closet.
Although you and James had known each other for years, you didnât feel right to go and snoop around his stuff. But he did snoop around your mind. Is that any different? That still wasnât a good enough excuse for you to go through his physical stuff.
You instead elected to take a seat on the foot of the bed with your legs crossed, your mind spacing out over to the tree by the window.
âI hope someone didnât start without me.â Jamesâ voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was leaning on the doorframe, his glasses and side-smile leaning with him.
You shyly turned away as he took a seat next to you on the bed.
âYouâre so pretty.â James said as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. âWhatâs wrong?â
He gently cupped your face with his other hand, turning you towards his direction. You nervously looked down to where your lips were nearly touching.
âDo you actually want to do this with me? Am I just a distraction for you?â You whispered the last sentence. You couldnât bring yourself to mention Lily directly.
âNo, Sweetheart. Youâre so much better than that.â James brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed the back of it.
At that moment, James wanted you all to himself. He knew there would be consequences later if that happened. He could give you a choice to either sneak around with you behind his sonâs back or go public with everyone else about your relationship and face the risk of shame. That was if you wanted it as much as he did, which he knew you did, but were you willing to give in and go that far? Would you change your mind?
And Harry? So what if he had a crush on you? You werenât ever going to go for him anyways. James was the one who got what he wanted, not him. Not everyone gets what they want in life. Damn, he was thinking selfishly, so unlike how a father should.
No matter how happy or sad you looked, James couldnât stop thinking of how gorgeous everything about you was, your eyes, your soft lips, the way your hair fell and framed your face, the blush on your cheeks that was as potent as the flame in his heart, it was like you were pulling him in without trying as his lips automatically found its way to yours.
As he got a taste of you, he knew he was instantly addicted. Just the taste of your lips wasnât enough for him. He needed to hold your body close to him, so he wrapped his arm around you and grabbed one of your legs and put it over him, making you sit on his lap, facing him.
If he hadnât required air to be alive, he didnât think heâd ever be able to let go of you. The both of you were left panting as you got a look at each other.
âTake this off.â He pleaded, tugging at the string of your robe.
As soon as you took your satin robe off, he wasted no time in flipping you over onto your back, making your hair spill out below you and knocking the air out of you.
âI can finally have this beautiful body all to myself.â You mewled as his thumb flicked over the hardened bud on your breast.
âArenât you just deliciously adorable?â James let a filthy smirk grow on his face as he squeezed your breast and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking on it. âI canât wait to taste the rest of you.â
You started to squirm more and more under him with each lick on your nipple until you couldnât control your whimpering.
âItâs okay, Baby. You donât need to hold back.â James cooed.
He got up from where he was above you. He yanked his white t-shirt over his head before he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing the outline of his erection in his boxers to you.
âDo you want to feel it?â James took a hold of your smaller hand. Sitting up, you bit your lip and nodded.
âItâs soâŚbig.â The way your voice sounded so innocent like you were discovering something fascinating only made the hardness of his erection more painful. James sucked in a breath as your hand gave him a gentle squeeze.
âFuck, open your legs.â He commanded urgently.
When you were too distracted by studying the dimensions of his cock to respond, James took matters into his own hands by jamming both hands between your knees to pry them apart.
The sight of your glistening arousal in front of him was a reward in itself. But he couldnât stop there.
âI already made you cum today and youâre still wet for more. Youâre such a greedy little slut.â James purred deeply. âHow about this? You use those pretty lips to suck me off while you touch yourself.â
Your big doe eyes only widened at him as your mouth hung open. Just that look on your face only made James want to cum even more.
âCome on, Babydoll,â He reveled in how nervous and tiny he was making you feel. âDonât be shy. I know you touch yourself while thinking about me. And now, Iâm right here.â
He took your hand off his cock. He could feel your eyes studying his movements as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down, making his dick spring out in front of your face.
âGet on your knees.â He easily pulled your smaller body off the bed and onto the floor, while he took his seat where you were.
There you were, naked in front of him, on your knees, staring up at his cock, like you were worshiping it.
James could feel your hesitation as your fingers reached out over the tip.
âYou wanna taste it?â James brushed his fingers through your hair, attempting to relax you. You nodded. âWhy donât you ask?â
âC-Can I taste it, please?â How could he ever deny you, especially with you asking him so innocently and politely?
âOf course.â He couldnât take his eyes off yours as you continued looking up at him while letting his cock slip past your lips. You then reached your hand down between your legs, touching yourself just as he had instructed.
He couldnât believe what he was seeing with his eyes. You were there, really sucking his cock, making the dirty fantasies that had been manifesting inside him come true.
âFuck, thatâs it Baby.â James grunted as he pushed your head down on his cock. âYouâre doing so well. Youâre so perfect.â
When your wet tongue hit the vein on the underside, James let a string of curses erupt out of him. That seemed to encourage you to keep going as you wrapped your free hand around the base and pumped it in sync with your mouth.
A little while later, James could feel himself getting closer to cumming when his body tensed up.
âKeep going, Baby! Good job!â He kept praising you breathlessly as he stroked your cheek.
He finally felt his cum spill into your mouth as you swallowed it, some of it still spilling down your chin.
âFuck,â James sighed as he gathered his cum that was on your chin with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. He felt his gaze darken as you greedily sucked and licked the entire thing. âYouâve been such a good girl. Let me make it up to you.â
James pulled you off the floor and into his body, holding you close to him as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.
As you let the heat of Jamesâ body wrap around you, he flipped you over so that you were on your back again. Glasses or no glasses, he was the most handsome man youâd seen in your life. You no longer gave a damn that he was almost old enough to be your father. Maybe you did have a type. He had made you feel like you were the most special girl in the entire world, and you never wanted to stop feeling that way.
âHold onto me, okay? Iâm going to make you feel good. Donât you want that?â James asked as he kissed you under your jaw, making you whimper at the pleasure he was imposing on the sensitive area.
âYeah I want your cock deep in my pussy.â James seemed surprised at the uncharacteristic filth that came out of you to which he raised his eyebrows.
âFuck, I didnât think you had such a filthy mouth to go with that innocent face.â James said as he brought his lips onto yours.
As he did so, you felt something against your entrance, presumably the tip of Jamesâ cock. He wiggled around some more until he had finally coated his cock in the slickness of your walls.
âAre you alright?â James rubbed his thumb against the apple of your cheek.
You nodded as you bit your lip. You just needed a little time to adjust to him. His cock was longer and wider than anything you ever inserted into yourself. But he filled you up in the best way possible better than your fingers or even the handle of your hairbrush could.
âIt feels so good James.â You were panting as you grabbed a hold of his shoulders. Another scream left you as Jamesâ finger rubbed your clit, adding more pleasure to your cunt.
âI want you to cum for me, Beautiful.â James grunted as he continued to thrust his cock deep into you, making you whimper and moan under him.
You were now getting addicted to the full feeling of Jamesâ cock inside you along with the stimulation on your clit. Your head was starting to feel like it was floating on clouds. In your cock-drunk state, you kept moaning Jamesâ name and telling him how good he was making you feel, just how you did in your countless sex dreams about him.
You couldnât believe this was real, and it was happening to you.
âJames! James! Fuck! Iâm so⌠so close.â You sobbed into his shoulder.
âI got you Baby.â He cooed.
âFeels so big and goodâŚâ You continued moaning sentences until it turned into incoherent mumbles.
The full feeling of Jamesâ cock combined with the intense tingling on your clit had your walls squeezing around him soon. You started screaming Jamesâ name again through your orgasm that flooded through you.
âFucking hell!â He suddenly grabbed your hips, and looked at you as if something came over him.
He then pulled his cock out in the middle of your orgasm. He was kneeling above your spent body with his hard cock in his hand that was still coated in your juices.
With a couple strokes, you felt the warm liquid drip down onto your tits and your stomach. You were now painted with Jamesâ cum, and he was the artist admiring his work.
Both of you took deep breaths as you looked at each other while coming down from your highs.
As soon as James had recovered, he got up and ran his hands through his messy hair. You were too tired to sit up, so you could only watch as he put on his boxers before he went into the master bathroom. You heard the water running, and not long after, James had returned with a towel in his hand.
âHow do you feel?â He asked gently as he wiped the towel across where his cum was on your body.
âA little tired.â You sighed. James rubbed the towel in circular motions on your breasts, effectively massaging them. After he cleaned you up, he discarded the towel onto the nightstand.
âCome over here, Beautiful.â James opened his arms up and you rolled into his embrace. You closed your eyes as he pressed faint kisses on the back of your naked shoulder, making you shiver.
You were scared, but also excited to see what your future would look like with James.
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Like father, like son
Part 2 @xcinnamonmalfoyx
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Summary: After the drastic event in you, James, and Harryâs lives, things arenât the same, but that still doesnât dull your attraction towards James. In fact, the more time you spend apart from him, the more you canât stop thinking about him.
A/n: Hi welcome to part 2! This turned out to be way longer than I intended.
Pairing: dilf!James Potter x reader
NSFW 18+ only!
Word count: 5k
Tags/warnings: super long, porn with plot, sexual content, nsfw, masturbation, sex dream, pet names, age gap, reader is of age, James lives, death, angst, fluff, not canon complacent, slow burn, conflicting feelings, sexual frustration, guilt, James is a dilf
The day came for you to say goodbye to Harry. It was also the day Molly and Arthur would pick you so you could move into their house during the school year since the older children had moved out and they could use an extra pair of hands around the house.
Before the train left, you, Harry, and his parents met up with Hermione and the Weasleys. You thought of how glad you were to see them again as you gave each one of them a hug. Ginny had grown taller, Ron had grown stronger, Hermione was still smart as ever, and the twins were still the same goofballs you had graduated with.
You thought it was unusual that Harry gave you an even bigger hug than he did to his parents.
âYou alright there?â You asked him.
âIâll miss you, you know.â He said. âItâll be my first year without you.â
âHey, what about us?!â Fred and Georgeâs voices came from behind you, making you jump.
âHeâll get over it.â You turned to them and waved your hand in front of you. âAnd he was talking to me.â You rolled your eyes playfully.
âSure he was.â You could practically hear the smirk in Fredâs voice.
âWho wouldnât miss their big sister?â Same with Georgeâs.
âDonât you guys know youâre embarrassing him?â Hermione joined in on the conversation.
She was right. You looked in Harryâs direction, where you were greeted by his blushing face.
Why did it seem like they all knew something about Harry that you didnât?
âEverything will be alright, Harry. Weâll write to each other.â You gave him a reassuring smile and rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe the redness in his cheeks, but that apparently only made it worse.
âIâm sure heâll be writing to her more than to his parents.â You heard one of the twins whisper to the other one.
You had an easy time distracting yourself from the grief of your parentâs deaths and your forbidden attraction towards James. There was never a boring day in the Burrow. You were always doing something with Molly and Arthur whether it was training, helping out in the garden, cleaning and cooking, or helping the both of them host Order meetings in their house. Other times, you were writing back and forth to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. In his latest letter, Harry had written that he had become the captain of the Quidditch team, and Ron became the Keeper, both of whom you congratulated in your subsequent letters.
The Order meetings were something you dreaded as much as you looked forward to because it was when youâd be forced to be in the same room as James and Lily, whom you hoped wouldnât suspect you of having a crush on her husband.
You werenât expecting to embarrass yourself when you came downstairs wearing Percyâs old sleepwear. In the living room was every adult member of the Order youâve met so far. Not every member showed up to every meeting, so this was a surprise for you.
You saw Remus and Tonks sharing a seat on an oversized armchair big enough to fit both of them while her parents were standing nearby, talking to them. The younger Tonks was the first person to see you as she gave you a goofy grin and waved at you. Next to the pair, the twins were standing next to each other in their own side conversation. Sirius, James, and Lily were at the dining table. Across the room, there was Mundungus Fletcher looking at a shelf of magical artifacts as if they were the most interesting things in the world, and Alastor Moody stood next to him, as if he were making sure he didnât steal anything. You thought you saw Molly throw a disgusted look towards Fleur Delacour who was talking to Bill and Charlie.
âWhatâre you all doing here?â You asked groggily.
âTime for you to go back to bed, young lady.â You heard Sirius say.
âWhatâs going on?â You ignored him.
You then noticed everyone looking at each other back and forth, making you feel awkward.
âMake sure she doesnât find out.â Tonks was whispering and you saw Remus and Sirius roll their eyes at her inability to keep her mouth shut.
âFind out about what?â You looked at Tonks straight in the eyes.
âNice one, Tonks. Now sheâs going to find out.â Fred elbowed her.
âAt least itâs not us getting in trouble this time.â George whispered to his brother.
âWill someone tell me whatâs happening?â You demanded the now silent crowd.
âItâs about Dumbledore.â Alastor Moody was the one to get straight to the point.
âWe think thereâs a plot to assassinate him.â Remus said reluctantly.
âYou think?â You raised your eyebrows at him. âWhat evidence is there? Who brought this up?â
âWe got a letter from one of the students.â Sirius said, looking towards his two companions at the table. âIt was discovered that Draco Malfoy had been the one planning it. Voldemort had tasked him over the summer. There were other unsuccessful attempts-â
âWhat student?â You interrupted him.
âThatâs not important.â James said.
âHarry followed Malfoy into the bathroom and interrogated him after he overheard Snape scolding him about how he was supposed to poison Dumbledore, not Ron.â As fast as Tonks had blurred out the story, everyone else glared at her.
âOops.â She whispered meekly.
âYouâre going to save Dumbledore right?â You asked everyone, making sure to look them all in the eye. They all gave each other that look that implied they were planning something that excluded you.
âWe canât let you come with us.â Arthur said.
âWhy not?â You asked him.
He didnât let any emotion show on his face.
âThere will be Death Eaters trying to get into the school. If they see you, youâll be in even more danger. Theyâre already looking for you.â With a deep breath he added, âEspecially because they failed to find you and kill you after they did to your parents. Or worse⌠Make you join them. Iâm so sorry.â
âYou mean all this time they were looking for me?â You were shocked at Arthurâs revelation. âThatâs why you kept shuffling me around different homes this past year. Because you were hiding me without me knowing.â It was all starting to make sense.
âArthur, thatâs enough youâve upset her.â You mustâve looked like you were about to vomit because Molly came over to you and put an arm around your shoulder.
âCome on, Dear. Letâs get you upstairs. Iâll make you a cup of tea.â She said to you.
âIâm going.â You said boldly.
âNo you are not.â James slammed his hand on the table as he stood up.
âIf theyâre looking for me, let them find me. I donât want to hide. I want to be a part of something that makes a difference. Isnât that what it means to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix?â You shrugged off Mollyâs hand from your shoulder.
âHogwarts Express leaves in two hours.â Moody said.
âAlastor! No!â Molly yelled in a threatening tone like she was dealing with the twins.
âShe has a point. If she wants to prove sheâs capable of handling herself, let her. I trust her.â You were thankful at least someone knew the right way to treat you like an adult.
You could tell no one in the room was happy with what Moody had to say even if he did have a point.
James couldnât stop bouncing his leg against his seat. The countless possible outcomes of what could happen to you ran through his mind faster than the train was running. He felt Lilyâs hand patting his thigh, as if trying to soothe him.
âI remember my first time riding this train.â She smiled, looking out at the mountains.
James scoffed. âSo do I. Thatâs when I first met you. And Snivellus. You know weâll see him right? He works there.â
âCome on, James. Heâs changed just as much as you did.â
âFrom what Harryâs told us about him, I know heâs changed from a bitter teenage boy to a bitter teacher.â
âItâll be alright, you donât have to be overly friendly with him if you do see him.â James felt comforted as she put her hand on his.
The scenery zooming past the window did nothing to soothe the nauseous feeling inside your stomach that had been there since the morning. One thing you were grateful for was that you were alone in the compartment. You didnât want anyone else to see you like this, all huddled up with your knees to your chest, looking like a nervous wreck. You didnât want the others to regret their decision to bring you along. You were starting to second guess yourself. Maybe you shouldâve listened to James and Arthur by staying at the Burrow.
You tapped your finger against the handle of your wand that was tucked into your boot. You then moved onto fiddling with the laces of your dress, (the one that Sirius dug out from his motherâs closet.) You had to busy yourself with anything to get your mind off your anxiety.
You were a Gryffindor. It was your job to be brave, you reminded yourself as you let yourself doze off.
You awoke to a knock on the window of your compartment door. You sat up and rubbed your eyes as the faces of Moody and Tonks came into focus.
You opened the door to let them in.
âGood evening, Sleepyhead.â Tonks greeted you, alerting you that it was in fact evening already and that youâd be arriving in Hogsmeade soon.
âNow, you listen to me.â Moody said, as he let his staff bang on the floor in front of him before he and Tonks took a seat in front of you. âI trust you enough to come with us. Tonks and I both think youâre ready.â
You looked at Tonks, who gave you one of her goofy smiles and a thumbs up.
âThe problem is,â Moody continued with a frown. âThe others underestimate you. They canât keep coddling you.â
âDonât worry.â Tonks gave you a reassuring smile. âI remember my first mission with the Order. I was just as nervous as you are.â
âDonât, under any circumstances, separate from anyone in the group.â Moody said to you gruffly. âAre we clear? You canât be seen alone by a Death Eater.â
âYes sir.â You said.
As soon as all of you got off the train, you looked at each other, sensing a more sinister presence across the Black Lake looming over the school.
âThey're here already.â Sirius said grimly.
âHow? We know the teachers put up protection charms around the school to keep out the Death Eaters.â James said.
âI donât know, James.â Sirius shrugged. âBut we need to get there quickly.â
All of you then rushed to where the carriages were. You looked on sadly as you saw James sitting next to Lily with Remus and Sirius across from them.
You shivered in your dress as you got onto the carriage with Tonks and Moody.
âI know what youâre thinkingâŚâ Tonks caught you off guard when she winked at you.
âExcuse me?â You looked to Moody for clarification, but it seemed he was just as confused as you were.
âDonât pretend like I donât know what youâre thinking. I went through the same thing with Remus.â
Your eyes widened and you blushed as it then clicked in your brain what she meant. Moody looked on to the side of the carriage, completely ignoring you two.
âThereâs no need to feel bad even though heâs married.â
âWhat?!â You loudly whispered as you covered your mouth. You looked at your two companions feeling embarrassed.
âMoodyâs been around too long to not know how to keep secrets and ignore them.â Tonks said nonchalantly.
You felt disturbed that she was able to read you so openly. If she was able to do it, youâd hate to imagine what the others might pick up on from you.
âI know you.â Tonks went on. You wanted to tell her to shut up as much as you wanted her to keep talking. âYouâre too innocent to want to hurt Lily. Thatâs why youâve never said anything. Donât be scared of your feelings as long as you donât act on them.â
âYeah, I wonât.â You scoffed, more to yourself.
âThen you havenât got anything to worry about.â She said a little too cheerfully.
âOh⌠thanks?â You didnât know what else to say about her awkward, but well-intentioned attempt at giving you advice.
As you got to the school, your nerves didnât calm down one bit. In fact, they seemed to multiply. Heeding Moodyâs advice, you tried to stay as close to everyone, but you somehow found yourself alone in the familiar dark corridors. You lost track of time, trying your best to hide from any Death Eaters roaming the castle along with the screaming students running for their lives.
You thought you had lost everyone when you heard a voice softly call out your name.
You turned around to the sight of Harry running towards you. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie. You felt tears threaten to escape you. You were so glad you found someone you were familiar with amongst all this chaos.
âHarry, what is it?â You asked frantically.
âItâs Voldemort! He and the Death Eaters got into the castle and now they're battling with the Order in the Astronomy Tower!â He answered you just as frantically. He was also out of breath. âDumbledore told me to run. And then, my parents told me to go and find you.â
âIâm so happy youâre alright.â You hugged Harry just as tightly as he hugged you. âWhere are the other students?â
âFred and George are helping the Prefects make sure everyone else gets to their common rooms.â He said.
âI have to go help your parents and the others!â You suddenly let go of him.
âDad told me to get you to the Gryffindor common room where he thinks youâll be safe.â Harry contradicted.
âI told your dad and the rest of the Order that Iâm not hiding.â You contradicted him back. âIâm going to help. Are you coming with me?â You took out your wand from inside your boot.
Harry sighed. âAlright, then.â
Seeing as how Harry was almost as short as you, you had no trouble keeping up with each otherâs footsteps as you ran through the castle and up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. The first person whose eyes you caught were Jamesâ. He was in a duel with Professor Snape, who if you looked closely, was deflecting Jamesâ attacks at the Death Eaters next to him. You knew Snape was a powerful wizard, so there was no way heâd do this unintentionally. It was strange to you, but you didnât question it out loud.
âKids! Get out of here!â James yelled at you and Harry, which made Snape turn his eyes towards you.
âIâm not leaving without a fight!â You yelled back through the sounds of other screaming wizards around you.
âStop it! This isnât the time to try to act like a brave little Gryffindor! Youâll only get hurt! Harry, I told you to make sure she gets to the common room with the other students!â James was out of breath as much as Snape was. You were just as thankful as you were confused as to why Snape didnât try to attack you and Harry.
âNo, Dad. She didnât want to go. And Iâm with her!â Harry exclaimed cofindently. âIâm not leaving without a fight either.â You both gave each other a nod.
For the first time since entering the tower, you took a full glance at your surroundings.
Tonks and her parents were fighting against two witches you recognized as Bellatrix Lestrange and her younger sister Narcissa Malfoy, who looked like she didnât want to be there, with the eldest of the three sisters repeatedly throwing insults at the middle one, along the lines of âblood-traitorâ or âmud-blood lover.â If it werenât for the wands, it wouldâve looked like a typical family argument.
You then saw Fleur, Bill, and Charlie try with their combined strengths to fend off the wolfish attacks of Fenrir Greyback, whom you knew as the one responsible for turning Remus into what he had become. If he was no weaker than three grown wizards combined, youâd hate to see what heâd be capable of in his full wolf form.
The two most powerful wizards in the room however, were Dumbledore and Voldemort, who instead of exchanging words and attacks, put all their energy into a clash of light, daring each other to let go and give into the exhaustion.
It was Dumbledore who gave in, as Voldemortâs blast hit him and sent him to the ground. Dumbledore may have been old, but his speed at getting up was rivaled to that of someone your age.
You saw Voldemort whip his head around to find a new target, you and Harry. He shot a non-verbal attack at you, and with you and Harryâs combined strengths, were able to block it.
You saw James let go of his mission of attacking Snape as he turned to the three of you, and before Voldemort could get a look at him, he pushed him to the ground.
âI told you two to get out!â James yelled angrily.
Using the strength of both hands, Voldemort grabbed James by the collar of his shirt, and tugged him off before pulled him up to eye-level.
âJames PotterâŚâ He sneered, as James clenched his teeth, keeping eye contact with him. âJust as weak as the day I tried to kill you all those years ago.â
James grabbed his wrist and pried them off of him, but not before spitting in his face.
âYou are not scaring me!â He yelled over the sound of Voldemortâs cackling.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Snape standing all alone, everyone else too distracted by fighting each other to notice him, but not you and Harry.
Snape aimed his wand at Dumbledore, and you heard the spell being used for the first time.
âAvada Kedavra.â He didnât sound angry, just sad, like he knew he had to do this and was dreading it. You guessed that with all of Malfoyâs failed assassination attempts, Snape decided to take matters into his own hands.
Except it didnât hit Dumbledore because Lily pushed him back to the ground, making the blast hit her instead.
The entire battle stopped, and everyone put down their wands.
âLily! No!â James turned his attention to Lily from Voldemort, who looked like a child watching fireworks on New Yearâs.
Harry was being held back by Remus from attempting to lung out at Snape and get himself hurt, you assumed. The only things that came out of Harry were tears and a scream, no words.
You heard Bellatrixâs cackle as she was the first Death Eater to fly away from the observation deck, not without a goodbye.
âUntil next time, little sister!â Her maniacal laughter faded along with her. Narcissa pushed past her niece as she wordlessly sprinted down the stairs, probably to go find Draco.
After the other Death Eaters flew away, Voldemort disapparated along with his maniacal laughter that was deeper than Bellatrixâs. Snape was the only Death Eater who remained.
It was James who threw a punch at Snape, but all he did was stand there without a word, letting James use him as a punching bag a couple more times.
âI was right about you! You are still the same terrible person I went to school with! Lily tried convincing me youâve changed! She was your friend! I canât believe she ever chose to be your friend! You never deserved her in your life! You will never be worthy enough to have someone like her in your life!â With each sentence that ripped out of him, Jamesâ punches towards Snape became more potent until there was a faint line of blood coming out of his mouth.
âFight back, you coward!â Was the last thing James yelled before letting his fist drop to look at the forming bruises on his knuckles.
Dumbledore was silent as he came over to James, and put an arm around the crying manâs shoulders.
He gently pulled him away, and whispered, âIâll apparate her body back to Godricâs Hollow. Make sure you and the others regroup at your home. Iâll meet you there.â
James held his head up, revealing his tears to everyone. He nodded at Dumbledoreâs order.
There were bouquets of Lilies everywhere in Jamesâ living room. The number of flowers had greatly outnumbered the people. He couldnât have known that during the moment Lily was talking about her first train ride to Hogwarts, it would also be her last train ride to Hogwarts. It was like a twisted circle of life, is how James saw it.
Then there was you and Harry. You had lost two parents, gained multiple parental figures, and lost one of them in the span of a year. Harry had never seen someone die before, and it was even worse that the first death he witnessed was his own mother.
He saw you and Harry sitting on the couch together. Your arm was around his shoulder, and he was sobbing his heart out. People used to tell James that boys donât cry and they should feel shame for showing such a vulnerable emotion in public, but at that moment, James felt proud of his son for having the courage to show his emotions in public, and proud of you for being a good supportive friend to his son.
The rest of the wake went by in a blur, the only other vivid thing James remembered being Dumbledore giving a small speech about Lilyâs life before inviting whomever to give their own speeches about her.
This was the last day James would be in close proximity with you for a very long time.
Life went on, but you never stopped thinking about James. After saving up your money, Sirius helped you find a flat in London while Arthur was finally convinced to arrange for you to begin your training as an Auror under the mentorship of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Being as busy as you were, you stopped showing up to the Order meetings even though you received every invitation Arthur had sent you.
Although you were new in the Ministry, Kingsley still held you to the same standards and expectations as he did with the older employees. That only made you more eager to prove yourself which led to you being satisfied with the outcome of your hard work.
That didnât mean you were any less grateful for the Potters, Weasleys, Sirius, and other members of the Order for helping to shape you into who you had become. You would never stop being grateful towards Lily for everything she had done for you over the past year youâd known each other. You felt that your gratefulness towards Lily and the sadness you felt for her death made you even more guilty of still having that same attraction you had towards James.
You still thought about him every night before you went to bed. Every time you thought about your memories with him while you were in bed, you would experience a dull ache between your thighs that didnât go away unless you used your fingers, your hairbrush, or even your pillow to rub in that specific spot to relieve it.
Still wearing your camisole and your panties, you tried to drift off to sleep, but once again, your mind imagined that instead of you being by yourself, that James was next to you. It was summer which meant it was way too hot for you to put a blanket over yourself.
Your head started to feel hazy as your fingers traced over your lips, imagining a kiss with James. The knuckles of your other hand found themselves brushing from the back of your ear to your neck, where you remembered James had brushed a strand of your hair behind it during that training session.
There was no denying that jolt of pleasure that ran through you for a split second as his finger accidentally grazed along the seam of your shorts that covered your pussy. As if having your pussy lips being touched wasnât enough, you had even felt the pressure of his finger on the sensitive little nub just above it. Just imagining his fingers being there again made that ache between your thighs burn even more.
You let your fingertips trail from your lips to your neck before going over the hardened peak of one of your nipples. You gasped at the pleasurable sensation you brought onto yourself. You continued to softly rub your finger over your nipple, then squeezing your breast, alternating between the two actions. The fingers of your other hand then went over the goosebumps covering your stomach before tracing over the lace trim of your panties. Your fingers were so close to circling over your clit and your inner lips which were so swollen from all the blood rushing to them that just the lightest pressure of anything against the thin material covering them would make you explode.
âWell, arenât you a filthy little girl.â You suddenly heard a deep voice from the corner of the room, and you could see the shiny outline of a pair of glasses. You felt your cheeks reddening as you pulled your fingers away from yourself, embarrassed at being caught in such a private moment.
âJames?â You gasped, sitting up, your hair falling to your face.
âYou were thinking about me werenât you?â His features started to morph into clarity.
âHowâŚ?â The next thing you knew, you looked down, and your camisole and panties were gone as you were laying down on your bed without anything to cover you.
You tried to move your limbs, but it was as if there was an invisible rope binding them onto your mattress. You looked up, and gasped to see James also wasnât wearing anything either. He had taken his position in front of your bed, standing in front of it, and he was stroking himself. You were mesmerized by the way his hand slid up and down his hard shaft and the grunts that would come out of his mouth at every other stroke.
âOh, James. I want your delicious cock! I canât stop thinking about you!â
You were unable to control your mouth as you found yourself moaning those sentences out loud. You gasped, feeling mortified.
âAwwâŚâ James frowned, feigning empathy. âYou poor little slut. You couldnât help yourself could you? Having all these filthy thoughts about me while I was married. You were a good girl, holding yourself back. But now you feel free donât you? Free to take me? Youâre ready to be a little slut.â
âPlease! Iâm sorry!â You couldnât believe he would insinuate something like that. You had not once dared to feel happy about Lilyâs death and claim James all for yourself. You wouldâve hurt your friendship with Harry, and you wouldâve been guilty of feeling like you were replacing his mother.
âYouâve been such a good little girl. Donât you just want to give in?â James brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. It was as if there was something controlling you, making you unable to resist sucking on his thumb.
You looked into his eyes as he was smirking. He pulled out his thumb with a plop.
âI promise you, itâll feel really good.â You shivered as he caressed your cheek. âI know that Iâm hungry to feast on that delicious looking pussy youâre showing me.â
âMake me feel good, James!â You screamed, and you felt his warm tongue slide up along your inner lips before taking one of them in his mouth and sucking on it.
You released a loud moan that was straight out of those Muggle porno films you had found stashed in Siriusâ home that you watched without his knowledge.
His lips let go of your pussy before he moved onto your face. There, you found yourselves with your lips locked onto each otherâs.
You didnât understand what was happening as you felt like Jamesâ lips were on every sensitive area of your body when his face was right in front of you. You felt a warm, wet sucking sensation on both of your nipples, making you arch your back and moan into his mouth.
Before you knew it, you felt his cock probing at your entrance. You stayed in your position, panting and moaning around him, overwhelmed and drunk on the pleasure he was feeding you. There was tension that started to build inside your core which began to build more and more pressure inside of you.
You were about to scream as you opened your eyes and were greeted by the sight of your bedroom which was empty of anybody else besides you. You were left with disappointment at the orgasm that died down inside of you with your waking breath.
You gasped at the familiar ache between your thighs accompanied by a warm wetness inside your panties.
If you couldnât finish the job in your dream, you could at least do yourself a favor by doing whatever you could do to pleasure yourself.
You pushed the feeling of guilt that had come up in your dream to the back of your mind while your fingers found their way inside your panties.
You were so wet from your dream last night that it was easy for your finger to frantically slide up, down, and between your inner lips. You felt a wave of pleasure crash over you immediately as your middle finger applied the right amount of pressure on your clit while rubbing it. You came inside your panties while moaning and screaming Jamesâ name.
As fast as your orgasm wore off, guilt took the place of pleasure. Tears started to form in your eyes at the realization of what you had done. Maybe you were the filthy slut that James from your dreams said you were.
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Like father, like son
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Summary: Harry and his father James are similar in so many ways. They like Quidditch, theyâre both Gryffindors, and they have you in their lives. The difference is that you feel something for James that youâll never feel for Harry who is younger than you.
A/n: originally supposed to be a single part but it was too long so I turned it into multiple parts.
Pairing: James Potter x reader
NSFW 18+ only!
Word count: 3.8k
Tags/warnings: mature content, love triangle (kind of), masturbation, sexual content, fluff, angst, mentions of death, reader is of age, heavy sexual tension, borderline adultery, one-sided crush, James lives, doesnât follow the main storyline at all, conflicting feelings, accidental groping, innocence kink, slow burn
Ever since your parents were murdered by Death Eaters, you had never been in a stable living situation. You never stopped moving in between the Pottersâ house, the Weasleysâ Burrow, or Siriusâ ancestral home. Out of everywhere youâve moved, it was those three places you spent the most time at. When you were an eighteen-year-old in your seventh year, and your friend Harry was fifteen and in his fifth year, you got the news that your childhood home had been burned down. Harry and the surviving adult members of the Order decided it was then that they would introduce themselves to you, and the secret society your parents were a part of. They knew it was the Death Eaters who were responsible for your parentâs demise, but with no evidence of their responsibility, the Ministry had no arrests.
Everything in your life began to change and move too fast for you to keep track of from then on. The pain of losing your parents was easily numbed out by all the studying you subjected yourself to, but it wasnât until after you graduated that the pain settled into the void that was once filled by academic stress. The members of the Order understood that you were in no place to go out and find a job, so they gave you allowance money for doing house chores for them.
You first met Harry formally when he, as a first year, was introduced by Oliver Wood, as the new Seeker for your houseâs Quidditch team. You were skeptical about having a first year player on the team since it was against the rules, but Wood and McGonagall told you to trust their judgment, and Harry had won his first match. You congratulated him, and after that, youâd kind of taken him under your wing. Being older than him by three years, you werenât close with him in the same way he was with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, but besides that, he never had a big sister, so thatâs how he came to see you as. But that was when he was younger.
When you visited his familyâs home in Godricâs Hollow over the winter holidays, you met his parents for the first time as they gave you their sincere condolences for your loss.
Another thing in your life that moved at you too fast was the little crush you were starting to have on your little friendâs married father. The moment you met James, you got straight into bonding over Quidditch since the both of you played the same position for Gryffindor. You were eighteen years old, you never had a crush before, your life was a stressful mess, and you didnât need the guilt of being attracted to a married man to be added to it. You wondered if it was normal to feel the way you felt about having a crush on somebody. Youâve heard the other girls at school giggling and smiling about their crushes, but they were boys their age, not married, and they werenât dealing with the type of stress you were dealing with.
Out of every family whose house you stayed at you spent the most time at the Pottersâ. Lily had come to see you as the daughter she never had. James on the other hand, was someone you were so desperate to hide your attraction from his wife.
Since you didnât have much clothes of your own, you had to wear Lilyâs hand-me-downs, or God forbid, whatever Siriusâ mother used to wear in her teenage years. Between those two womenâs fashion senses, it was easy to say you favored Lilyâs bright sundresses over Walburgaâs gowns that reeked of darkness and death.
The sight of you wearing Lilyâs old clothes around the house was enough to make James lose it if he wasnât in front of his family with his wife complimenting you on how adorable you looked. Lose what? His sanity? He didnât want to know.
That night as his wife was asleep next to him, you asleep on the living room couch, and his son asleep in his own room, all of them blissfully unaware of his racing thoughts, he couldnât get the image of how you looked out of his mind.
James felt guilt and arousal overcome him as he pictured the way Lilyâs dress (now yours) clung so effortlessly to your figure, showing off your thighs, barely leaving anything to the imagination.
Those days that you went to go live with other families were a breath of relief for James as much as it was torture. Relief because his mind wasnât clouded with his filthy thoughts about you that he had in front of his wife, and torture because he missed everything about the intoxicated feeling heâd get from your addictive scent when youâd walk past him to the fierce pounding in his chest that made him feel the same way he felt about Lily.
Speaking of looking at you, he didnât think youâd catch onto how his son started looking at you, but he did. He was a boy once, he understood the signs of a lovesick boy, and Harry checked all the boxes. He hoped that he wouldnât be pursuing a relationship with you. He was a fifteen-year-old boy, and you were a young woman, of course the feelings his underage son had were no less inappropriate than the feelings he had for you as a married man!
To go behind his wifeâs back and act on his feelings would not only be a betrayal to her, but to you and his son as well. It would ruin the family dynamic that the four of you had been building up. And he didnât want to take that away from you. Even though you were an adult, Lily and James referred to you and Harry as âthe kids.â Lily mightâve thought it was cute to have herself and James call you that, but to him it made him feel disgusted at himself, for it only reminded him even more that while you were closer to his sonâs age, you were not a kid.
The day heâd almost crossed the line of no return was during the hot summer of his sonâs sixteenth birthday, when Lily told you, Harry, and James that she was going out to meet friends, leaving the three of you alone. James decided it was a good idea to take âthe kidsâ out for some ice cream in town.
Once the three of you sat down next to one of the coffee tables, taking refuge in the cool air circulating around the ice cream shop, Harry sat on the couch next to you while James took his seat on an armchair across the table from you.
Harry congratulated you on finishing your magical education, telling you how strong youâve grown after everything you went through in your last year. You then shifted the focus of the conversation onto Harryâs upcoming sixth year, asking him about the classes heâll be taking.
James watched as you and Harry talked for a while. Even though his eyes never left you, he could sense the lingering looks his son would give you, and it made him seath inside. James didnât know if it was cute or pitiful that you made it very clear to Harry that when you would tell him you saw him as more than a friend, you meant that you saw him as a little brother.
When Harry had finished his ice cream, he pulled out some Muggle coins from his pocket and told you to join him in the arcade area of the shop when you were done before running off.
Even though you were still in a public space, James felt like he was alone with you.
With the way you were licking your ice cream off the spoon slowly while keeping your eyes on him, it wouldâve been easy for onlookers to mistake it as an attempt at seduction. Even he wouldâve mistaken it as such if you didnât know he was married. He thought you mightâve been spacing out, unaware that a drop of the sweet threat had stuck near the corner of your lips as you finished the bowl.
Only when he called out your name to get your attention did you jolt out of whatever daydreams you were immersed in.
That sweet look you gave him with your doe eyes almost made him forget what to say until his eyes fell to your lips.
âYouâve got something. Right here.â He pointed to the spot on his face to mirror where the ice cream was stuck.
You stuck your tongue out swinging it near your cheek and failing to reach that spot which made James chuckle. You looked so silly with your whole face scrunched up in concentration.
âDid I get it?â You asked hopefully.
âHere, let me help you.â He said without thinking as he got up from his seat and plopped down next to you. Right to where your exposed thigh was touching the fabric of his jeans.
He was so close to you he felt like he could get drunk just off the scent of your strawberry shampoo. You looked so small and innocent, looking up at him like a deer in the headlights.
It was as if his heart was possessing his body and controlling his hand that brought itself up to your cheek, his thumb wiping across it. He couldâve just let go of you, or better yet get you a napkin to clean yourself up which is what he shouldâve done in the first place. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, you werenât a little girl. That thought still didnât make him feel like less of a pervert.
He was for sure spacing out because the next thing he knew, he found his thumb had landed on your bottom lip. He miraculously found it in himself to stifle a groan that wanted to escape him as he felt your tongue give out a small, hesitant lick.
âAll done!â You let go of his thumb and gave him a cheery smile as if you hadnât just almost made him cum right there. âIâm gonna go see what game Harryâs playing!â
You stood up with your empty bowl and threw it in the waste bin before running off to join Harry, leaving him to feel disgusted in himself.
He was indeed disgusted in himself for how he had imagined for a split second that it was his cum all over your pretty lips instead of the ice cream.
One of your favorite activities to participate in was dueling. The older adults in the Order thought dueling was something important that should be incorporated into your life post-education. You thought it was interesting how each of them had different styles for training you. With Sirius, he would throw insults to purposefully catch you off guard, to simulate fighting with the enemy, while with Molly, she would tell you what a good job you were doing and to keep it up.
It was Remus who first brought up the idea to have everyone take turns training you. You couldnât stop blushing as he bragged to James and Lily about how you and Harry were one of the most talented students in your years he saw potential in. And now that you were out of school, it was the perfect time for you to focus on learning how to fight to expand on that potential.
You usually had your training sessions in the Pottersâ or Weasleysâ backyard since there was way more space and less risk of property damage than Siriusâ family home in London.
It was a guarantee that Harry or the younger Weasley children would come and watch you, seeing that it would be a good learning experience for them too.
Harry sat next to his father on a bench, giving you a thumbs up as you stood in front of Sirius, preparing for the sparring session in the Pottersâ backyard. It was just you, Sirius, and the father son duo out there. Lily was out once again this time at her job.
You and Sirius got to it straight away firing spells at each other. While Sirius used Protego, you knew you werenât as skilled in the shielding charm, so you opted to move out of the way when heâd blast at you.
âDonât you know youâre just tiring yourself out with all this moving!â He shouted at you. âBombar-â
âArresto momentum! Descendo!â That combination had him slow down his movements before suddenly thrusting him onto the grass.
âNice one!â James clapped his hands. âYouâve got good reflexes! Keep going!â
âShut up James, youâre distracting her! Thatâs my job!â Sirius turned to him, giving you an opportunity to cast Flipendo, sending him rolling backwards.
âI win!â You held up your arms as Harry jumped up and high-fived you. âWhoâs distracted now?â You stuck your tongue out at Sirius, who was still on the ground, rubbing his head.
âThatâs not fair! James, itâs all your fault! Itâll be our turn after the break!â He pointed accusingly at his best friend.
âIâll be looking forward to it. You wonât stand a chance against me, old friend.â James smirked.
âBoth Sirius and your dad are such show offs.â You laughed with Harry. âTypical Gryffindors.â
âHey, donât pretend like youâre not one of those too, young lady!â Sirius snapped his fingers at you.
âUgh. Iâve got to use the loo. I think she flipendo-ed my bladder.â He groaned, standing up. You and Harry only looked at each other and burst out laughing as he disappeared through the back door.
âYouâre getting so much better! I canât wait until Iâm old enough to use magic outside school! We can practice together!â Harry praised you.
âAww, Harry youâre so sweet! I love you!â You smiled at him, reaching out to ruffle his already messy hair.
âI⌠love you too.â James knew that one sentence had two different meanings depending on which one of you said it. Besides, what did the young boy know about love? What he was experiencing was a silly teenage crush. He couldnât fall in love with you, he was too young for you. He wondered if his own son even knew how poorly he was concealing his little crush from him. He might have you fooled, but James knew him better than you did in terms of how he showed his feelings.
âYouâre the best little brother I never had!â You opened your arms, letting Harry into your embrace.
âYeah, thanks.â He wrapped his hands around the small of your back. Both you and James could see the frown forming on his face. James was glad in a way that you and Harry werenât the same age or else he would already have asked you out, he was completely sure of it.
âWhatâs wrong?â You innocently asked Harry, tilting your head. You looked as though you were wondering what Harry was thinking as you caught him staring at you.
âNothing⌠Iâm just-Iâll just be standing outside the bathroom and telling Sirius to stop hogging it.â
It was just you and James now, standing alone in the middle of the grass.
âIs that how youâre preparing for your turn with Sirius? By standing around doing nothing?â You spoke first.
âYes.â James shrugged. âHeâs got no idea whatâs coming for him.â
You could feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you thought you saw him wink at you. You awkwardly shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to find something to keep the conversation going.
âYou did well. Youâre still young, and youâve got so much to learn.â James said. You didnât know when you had moved so close together to the point of your toes nearly touching. âShow me your stance again.â
You put your wand out in front of your face and flicked your arm.
âDarling, Iâm sorry, but youâre leaving yourself open to an attack. Try this.â Your breath hitched in your throat as James got so close behind you to the point his chest was lightly pressed against your back.
He took your fist that was clenching your wand, lowering it slightly so that it wasnât as in your face anymore.
âThere. Now you can see your target much better.â His voice dripped into your ear like sweet honey, making you feel weak in your chest.
You were however more horrified with yourself at the ache that began to grow between your legs as you felt the tips of the fingers of his other hand brush through your hair before tucking it behind your ear.
âWhy donât you try again?â He whispered, his lips almost touching your earlobe. âThis time, bring your legs apart more.â
âWh-What?â That was the only word you remembered how to say at that moment. You were so distracted by his smooth voice you couldnât stop the image of yourself naked with your legs spread in front of him from forming in your mind.
âTo help you balance.â James clarified. Okay, he didnât mean anything sexual by that. You had to remind yourself as you felt a shiver run through you along with his hands that slid from your arms to your waist and hips before landing on the cotton hem of your shorts.
You could feel the heat between your thighs grow as James gently squeezed the soft flesh that was dangerously close to your pussy. You were glad you wore panties that day or else you wouldâve soaked through the thin material of your shorts by now.
You didnât know what you were thinking when you squirmed and you felt Jamesâ forefinger grazing just the lightest bit against your pussy. You couldâve sworn you heard him whisper a cuss word.
âJames?â You tried to bring him back. âHow am I doing. Is my stance good now?â
âYeah⌠youâre doing excellent.â He breathed out.
You had never felt an erection against your body before, but you were sure you could feel something hard pressing against your ass at that moment.
âIâm going to let go,â thank goodness. You didnât know how much longer you could take it with him manhandling you like that. âAnd youâre going to cast a spell with the new stance I taught you.â
You felt like you could finally breathe as the weight of his body disappeared from behind you.
âEngorgio.â The flower nearby ballooned up.
âGood girl.â You didnât know whether his eyes had darkened or it was the lighting.
James was as equally disgusted in himself as he was intrigued. He had come this close again to crossing the line between what was and wasnât inappropriate with you. Actually, he was sure he deserved time in hell for how he was touching you earlier as it was definitely considered inappropriate. He was intrigued because he was now sure the attraction went both ways.
The slightest whimpers he could hear coming out of you was something he couldnât get out of his mind as his hand softly squeezed around his cock, with his other hand planted against the shower wall.
It was like his eyes had suddenly been opened to the glances youâd cast at him that would linger a little longer than what was normal. Speaking of normal, he knew he shouldnât be shaming or ridiculing you for these feelings you were having. He knew it was normal for young women to catch feelings for older men. Heâd seen it in the way Nymphadora Tonks looked at his best friend Remus, even if Remus himself tried denying it with excuses such as, âIâm too poor, Iâm too old, Iâm a werewolf.â
He imagined that instead of his hand pumping around his cock, that it was yours, or any body part of yours. Your lips, your pussy, your tongue, he wanted it all. He let himself admit it.
He could never go back to telling himself that he only saw you as a daughter. He may be able to convince everyone otherwise, but not himself.
His mind went back to how his finger had accidentally grazed over your clothed pussy, where he could feel the heat of it along with the outline of your inner lips rubbing against the seam of your shorts.
He started wondering how you would taste on his tongue. He imagined you would be an addicting treat to him that he couldnât get enough of.
He then got curious about how tight your walls would feel around his dick. He deduced from your conversations that you never had sex from the lack of boyfriends mentioned. At this point, he was so desperate for his seed to spill into your virgin cunt, to the point he shut his mouth abruptly as he caught himself grunting your name. He knew no one in the house would hear him over the sound of running water, but he could never be too careful.
With one last stroke of his cock along with the image of you bent over in front of him, water glistening along the soft curves of your body, he let himself go. He wished it was your tits his cum hit not the shower walls. He squashed that thought out of his mind almost as soon as it crept in.
Trying to escape those thoughts, he aggressively yanked the shower head off the rack, desperate to wash away any evidence of his indecent activity.
Even behind your innocence, you had to be hiding a beast that was waiting for the right man to have it lured out. He wanted it to be him, but he couldnât betray everything he and his family had worked for, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time.
Why couldnât he just look at you the same way his friends looked at you?!
There was definitely something wrong with James because the way he looked at you was not how any father should look at his daughter.
Then, there was Harry. The way he looked at you was not how any brother should look at his big sister.
Harryâs little crush he had on you seemed innocent, the extreme opposite of Jamesâ sexual attraction towards you.
For a second James envied his son. He was too innocent to have his mind plagued by these wild fantasies of you. All he got was a fluttery feeling in his stomach from looking at you which translated to a poorly concealed blush to other peopleâs point of view.
He understood Harryâs feelings towards you. You were a beautiful, kind, young woman, how could he not be smitten by you? How could he be angry at his son for feeling something so natural for any boy to feel?
He could just be angry at himself. Yes, he deserved to burn in hell after all.
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Omg you should totally make a part 2 of we're all weird , i absolutely loved it !! I just can't help but feel like she deserved a good ending , the one where she finds a great group and good bsf and stuff and when she stands up for herself to Draco and for once claps back so hard that he never laughs at her again . Coming from a person whos often called autistic even tho I'm not diagnosed with it yet , i related too much lmaooo
Hello thank you so much for your input! Iâll definitely consider doing it. It just might take a while. As someone whoâs autistic I agree that people like us deserve a happy ending tooâ¤ď¸
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The bad girl gets what she deserves
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Iâm (probably) so sorry for making a part 2!đĽş
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader
NSFW 18+ Only! Graphic smut ahead!
Summary: After you congratulate Cedric on winning the Quidditch game, you both sneak into the library alone for a âstudy sessionâ which leads to questions about if youâre ready for something more
A/N: I know the summary sucks I didnât know how else to word it without giving the whole plot away.
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings/tags: SUPER cheesy dialogue, graphic smut, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, semi-public oral sex, rule-breaking, Cedric and reader are of age, teasing, sneaking around, making out, might contain typos
After what happened in the Prefectsâ bathroom, you were too hyped for many reasons to be able to go to sleep. The biggest one was that you couldnât get over the fact that you literally hooked up with Cedric Diggory, the Captain and the Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, who also happened to be one of the most popular students in the entire school and someone who would be playing against your houseâs Quidditch team in the next match.
You both had gotten dressed quickly and brushed your teeth and hair after getting out of the water. You were too nervous to make conversation with him, and you assumed he was too. Carrying the pile of dirty clothes in your hands, you bid each other goodbye before making your way into the Slytherin common room.
Your friends were waiting to bombard you with questions in your shared dorm.
âWhere have you been?â
âYou disappeared after dinner!â
âHow long were you showering for?â
âWhat were you doing at the Hufflepuff table at dinner?â
You ignored their questions as you dumped your dirty clothes next to your bed.
âIâm just tired.â You lied. âI just want to go to sleep.â
âDonât forget itâs Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin tomorrow. Make sure you have enough energy to watch the game!â One of them exclaimed.
Oh, Iâll have more than enough energy. Especially for Cedric. You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your face and smiled.
He was all you ever thought about in your sexual fantasies ever since your mind became capable of conjuring such images. Even more than that, you admired his personality, he was like a breath of fresh air compared to the boys in your house who thought they had a chance with you. A hard-working, humble, and honest person like him was definitely something that youâve been lacking in your life lately.
You mentally congratulated yourself for finally working up the nerve to make those fantasies come true.
âYeah, save your voice. Youâll be screaming for our team.â You heard your other friendâs voice through your blanket.
Not like how I was screaming for Cedric earlier. You werenât going to share that thought with your friends.
Being the opposite sex, you didnât know how to read Cedric like you did with your friends, so it made sense to you that he didnât seem to be as open with his feelings as you were. He was a boy, and boys are taught to keep their emotions bottled up which you hated. While it was flattering that he kept commenting about how beautiful you were during your encounter, there was something else you wanted to ask about him that itched at the back of your mind.
As the Hufflepuff players zoomed across the Quidditch field, your eyes searched for a certain set of yellow robes. You didnât bother cheering with your housemates as Lee Jordan announced the Slytherin teamâs entrance.
The game had already commenced when the two Seekers whipped past the other players in search for the Golden Snitch. There were as many people cheering for Malfoy as there were for Cedric. The only difference was which side of the pitch you were on.
Despite the majority of Leeâs commentary focusing on the action between the Chasers and the Keepers, your eyes were drawn to the flurry of yellow and green that constantly flew up, down, and between them. Watching something so fast was like a thrilling little game in your mind for testing your focus.
You couldnât take your eyes off the two Seekers. Everything else you saw and heard around you became like white noise to you.
A few goals from both teams later, Leeâs commentary returned to the two Seekers when a Bludger came for them thanks to the four Beaters, causing one of them to lose the near-grip they had on the Snitch.
You and the rest of the spectators had to crane your necks to get a view of what Cedric and Malfoy were doing.
What happened was that Crabbe or Goyle, you didnât care to tell them apart from far away, was aiming the Bludger at Cedric, but hit Malfoy instead, nearly knocking him off his broom. This gave Cedric an opportunity to grab the Snitch. Just like that, he had won the match for Hufflepuff, earning a chorus of loud groans from the people next to you.
While you were looking forward to congratulating Cedric, you were dreading the complaining and bickering you would be hearing from your housemates for the rest of the day.
âYouâre too stupid to play on the team, my father will hear about this!â You could already hear Malfoyâs annoying voice yelling inside your head.
It wasnât hard to find Cedric at the after-match party in the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his teammates and his friends. All the players had gone to get changed into more comfortable clothes while everyone else was still in their uniforms. Your hair bounced behind you as you weaved through the crowd. You rolled your eyes at the bickering coming from the Slytherin team.
âThat was a stupid move Goyle, you shouldâve let Malfoy handle himself against Diggory then maybe he wouldâve had enough time to catch the Snitch!â Came from Adrian Pucey.
âWhat was I supposed to do?!â Goyle argued back. âI was making myself useful by doing something!â
âWell, now youâre even more useless!â Pucey scoffed.
âShut up, you lot! Do you want a teacher to hear us?â Terence Higgs shushed them with a finger to his mouth and loudly whispered, âI donât want Madam Hooch to hear us fighting and suspend us from Quidditch!â
He had a point even if you didnât care about their stupid infighting. If they did happen to get suspended from Quidditch, you would still have Cedricâs matches to look forward to.
Speaking of whom, you saw a perfect opportunity to get closer to him as his teammates went in and out of conversations with the rest of their house.
With his back to you, you got on your tiptoes and used your fingers to cover his eyes.
âSurprise.â You whispered into his ear, making him turn around and you let go of him.
âOh, I didnât see you there.â You thought the memories of last night must have been coming back to him as a blush crept up his cheeks.
âOf course you didnât. Your back was turned to me.â You quipped, smiling at him. âThat was quite a fight you put with Malfoy in the game.â
âI wouldnât say I fought him, but I know what you mean.â
âIâve got an idea.â You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and slid your palm up his chest. âHow about we sneak away from here, just the two of us, and catch up on some studying at the library?â You eyed him from his lips to his eyes, hoping heâd catch on.
âS-Studying? Right now?â Oh, so thatâs how he wanted to play.
âCome on, Cedric. You know I loved our study session last night. Even though it wasnât at the library.â You smirked. You adored the flustered look heâd get on his face when youâd act flirty with him whether itâd be in your conversations or you just eye-fucking him from across the room.
âI guess I could use some studying. Whereâs Madam Pince?â
âDonât worry sheâs over there talking with Snape.â You pointed across the room.
The whole school was too focused on their conversations with each other to notice you and Cedric sneaking out of the Great Hall. In the event that someone inquired about your absence later, you would tell them you were in the library studying. Only one of those things was true.
Thankfully, no one was lingering outside in the corridors where you and Cedric decided to join hands.
âWe better do a quick check around the library to see if anyone else is hiding.â Cedric said once you both stepped into the room.
You nodded before you decided on which sections you would each cover.
Since you couldnât go into the restricted section to check it for yourselves, you agreed to move somewhere as far away from it as possible without being close to the library entrance.
You were seated with your legs crossed on one of the tables in the upstairs area while Cedric sat on the chair next to you.
He reached his hand out and twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers. He looked at your face as if to say something, but stopped himself.
You didnât want to push him further, so you filled in the awkward silence. âI forgot to say to you, congratulations.â
âThank you. Never actually thought someone from another house would congratulate me, let alone a Slytherin.â
His eyes were transfixed to yours as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the table and onto his lap, so that your legs were dangling from his side and your left arm was wrapped around his neck. You couldnât stop being mesmerized by his eyes which you frequently thought about while pleasuring yourself.
âYou are so beautiful.â Youâd never get tired of hearing him say that.
You brought your free hand up his hair where you lightly ran your fingernails over his scalp. You felt the heat growing between your thighs at the sight of him closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation. You could have sworn you heard him muttering something about how good it felt.
You couldnât resist squirming and squeezing your thighs together at the sound of him begging. Not long after, you felt something poke at your ass, and you knew exactly the effect your movements had on Cedric.
You continued to massage his scalp as you leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips.
You saw his big hand wrap around your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside. The ache between your legs was bordering on unbearable as he squeezed the handful of flesh that was covered by your black tights.
âWhat have you done to me?â Cedric grunted out hoarsely.
âDidnât I just give you the most mind-blowing sex last night? And plus itâs what you do to me too. I know that you made me cum harder than Iâve ever made myself. Youâre all I ever think about when I touch myself. I canât ever cum without imagining what itâd be like if it were you instead of my fingers making me feel so good.â
You smirked at seeing Cedricâs reaction when you bluntly admitted to him about your sinful activities. You thought you could never get over how cute he looked with his red cheeks accompanied by his deep breathing and his eyes that nervously darted to anywhere but your own.
âMaybe I should give you a little taste too.â You lifted your skirt higher but not high enough to show your crotch. You caught a feral look in his eyes as his eyes widened. He lifted you up and slammed your ass down on the table but not hard enough to hurt you.
You leaned your head back as you wrapped your legs around him and rubbed yourself against his body, desperate to create friction where it ached the most.
âFucking hell. Please, Cedric. I want you to eat me out.â You were expecting yourself to sound like a depraved whore.
âOf course, Love.â You couldâve melted at whatever pet name he gave you even if he actually did call you a dirty whore. He gave you a quick peck on the lips. But you wanted more than that, so you pulled him in by his T-shirt, holding him in place along with your thighs wrapped around him, as you let your lips connect deeper and deeper with each otherâs. In your state of drunken lust, you couldnât think of anything else except for your desire to keep tasting his lips. As if acting on instinct, you both started to thrust your hips against each otherâs, too entranced by the sounds of the deep breaths being exchanged.
You were so into your make out session that you almost didnât hear voices entering from below the mezzanine. Apparently, you and Cedric heard them at exactly the same time because you pulled away at once, widening your eyes at each other, as if both of your lips electrocuted each otherâs. Cedric gave you room to get down from the desk and you both made sure to not have yourselves be seen.
âFuck! Itâs Pince and Snape!â You whispered, both of your heads peeking out from behind a bookcase.
âIâm sure I can help you find exactly what youâre looking for before your classes tomorrow, Severus.â You heard Madam Pince say.
âVery well, Irma.â Snape said. âYou of all people know how imperative it is to have these books for my seventh year students. Which is precisely why I came to you, seeing as how youâre the only one I can trust to help me find the appropriate materials.â
You and Cedric both let out an exhale as you saw the two staff members walking towards one of the bookshelves. You were relieved that the potions section was nowhere near where you were.
âYou mentioned Pince hasnât ever caught you touching yourself in her library, right?â Cedric lowered his voice to the same volume as yours was at.
You nodded.
âIâve got an idea.â You thought you saw a playful smile on his face as he put a hand on the small of your back and guided you back to the same desk in the corner you were previously at.
You knew what he wanted. He was going to see how quiet you could be without getting caught.
âDo you think you could be a good girl and not get caught?â You were right, after all.
He trailed his hands under your skirt until they caught on the waistband of your underwear and tights.
âIâve never been caught and I never will be.â You whispered determinedly as you got on your tiptoes and gave his lips a kiss.
âThis should be no different. Except Iâm here.â
âAnd theyâre here.â You gestured to where you last heard the two other voices. âIsnât it exciting? Doing something so naughty with the threat of getting caught?â
You grabbed a hold of your shoes and threw them aside before Cedric hooked his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments and slid them down your legs.
âIâve never done something sneaky like this before.â Cedric chuckled quietly.
Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were afraid it would jump out to where Snape and Pince were downstairs.
As soon as you planted your ass and your hands on the desk, Cedric could see how wet your pussy was when he knelt down.
Without losing eye contact, he took one of your ankles in one hand and planted his lips over and over on every inch of exposed skin on that limb until his head disappeared under your skirt. Thatâs when you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle a whimper that threatened to rip through you as you felt his tongue trace the slightest bit along your pussy lips. Not even your wildest sexual fantasies couldâve prepared you for how weak he was making you feel, and he had barely even tasted you.
The second time his tongue was on you, he pushed it between your inner lips and even into your opening before pulling it up and swirling it around your clit. A wave of pleasure ran through your body which made you throw your head back. If you were alone in the library, you wouldâve screamed at him, demanding that heâd never stop.
Cedric gathered the fabric of your skirt in his hand, revealing his eyes to you, which he kept on you this whole time. You knew he wanted to watch as you fell apart under his control just as it had been last night.
As if what he was doing to your clit wasnât enough, he took the little bundle between his lips and sucked on it. Your breath continued to come out in shallow bursts as he held your gaze, making you squirm against his mouth. You were gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles were turning white.
You tried anything you could do to muffle the screams that threatened to escape your body whether itâd be biting your thumb, biting your lip, or holding your breath.
It was obvious he knew how much you loved having your clit touched. It wasnât long before you were rocking your hips against his mouth, so desperate for your orgasm which was approaching at an alarming rate.
Placing a foot on his shoulder, you maneuvered yourself so that you could open your legs further, giving him better access, enabling him to reach places he hadnât before.
With each flick of his tongue that spanned from your entrance to your swollen clit, you felt that familiar tightening sensation in your body expand until you couldnât hold onto it anymore. Your orgasm crashed down on your body, tipping you over the edge, making you shake under his control. You couldnât help it as your thighs were shaking and squeezing his head on both sides. You knew it wasnât enough to hurt him, though. Despite using all of the strength from both of your hands to cover your mouth, there was a soft muffle that escaped from you and you hoped that you and Cedric were the only ones that heard it.
Your head fell forward as you finally came down from your orgasm. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down, as Cedric got up from his position on the floor. He reached his fingers towards you, and you felt another shudder going through you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your cheek before kissing you on the other side.
The look he gave you was something youâd only dreamed about as a little girl, having someone so handsome look at you as if you were the most beautiful treasure heâd ever laid eyes on. You knew you wanted more intimate moments like this with him beyond just sex, but you werenât completely sure if he wanted the same.
âIrma, I assure you I am capable of carrying these books on my own. I donât require your help.â Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard those two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the nearly empty space, along with their voices.
âYour classroom is in the dungeons. I wonât have you risk carrying such a heavy load long distance. Thereâs too many things that could happen. What if a student trips you? Or you could fall down the stairs. Then the books would be ruined.â Madam Pince sounded like she was on the verge of panicking with the way she was talking about her precious books, and you suppressed a giggle at the mental image of Snape clumsily tripping and falling on his face.
âVery well, then. We will bring these books to my classroom. Then you and I can resume keeping those dunderheads from acting up in the Great Hall.â Snape huffed.
âBoys will be boys.â You could picture Madam Pince rolling her eyes behind her stack of books she was carrying.
You and Cedric let out a breath of relief as the two pairs of footsteps faded out of earshot.
âI thought theyâd never leave.â You sighed.
âIâve been wonderingâŚâ Cedric spoke up after a moment of silence. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted from yours to some random bookshelf. You didnât understand what was stopping him from speaking his mind. You knew you were just as intimidating as he was shy which was only in certain situations. Why was he acting shy all the sudden after you slept with each other?
âI think youâre really beautiful.â You could tell there was more that he wanted to say.
âAnd I think youâre really handsome.â You threw back playfully, attempting to ease him. You planted your bare feet on the ground and pecked his lips. The conversation was paused as you took the time to get decent, hooking your legs through your panties before doing the same with your tights.
âI mean, itâs okay if all you want to do with me is to sleep together. Iâm sure you have plenty of boys telling you how gorgeous you are. I know you can get any guy you want, and Iâm not really sure why you chose me.â He was right, you could get any guy you wanted and that guy happened to be Cedric.
âWhat?â You couldnât believe thatâs all he thought he was good for. âNo, Cedric. I really do fancy you. And I want us to do so much more together than just have sex⌠And I want to go out with you.â You awkwardly pushed that last sentence out as you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your fingers.
It was as if Cedric was taking your breath away as he put his finger under your chin and tilted it up, making you look into his eyes.
âI want to go out with you too, Darling.â He whispered and instantly brought your lips together.
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Masterlist of my storiesđťđ
Hereâs a list of some of my stories Iâve written and posted on here, Iâm still working on proofreading so many more!
Link to my AO3 account here
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Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
The bad girl gets what she deserves* (part 1 part 2 part 3 coming soon)
New girl*
The prettiest girl
Draco Malfoy
Weâre all weird
James Potter
Like father, like son* (part 1, part 2, part 3)
Distracted*
Remus Lupin
Teaching the teacher a lesson*
Severus Snape
Why do you hate me? (part 1, part 2)
#harry potter fanfiction#masterlist#reader insert#fanfic#harry potter#hp fanfic#cedric diggory x reader#draco malfoy x reader#fanfiction#fandom#x reader
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