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yallthemwitches · 2 days ago

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The Storm, The Aftermath

A smutty, fluffy continuation of my jilytober fic 'The Storm' ( Rated T: Link Here) though it is not necessary to read them together. Also a portion of this is based off a @blvnk-art comic which I posted previously.

NSFW Warning! AO3 Here

“James…” Lily watches him from the bed, his shoulders tight, hands moving flustered as they search for some unknown item of clothing. Even from behind she can tell he is trying to regulate his breathing. “James,” she repeats, taking a small pause, “I wasn’t planning on needing anything to sleep in.” She feels her whole face flush.. If implications were heavy before, all nuance is now thrown out into the storm.

“If your mum or dad ask, we fell asleep working on the assignment,” Lily murmurs, a hand curling deep into his hair while the other brushes a thumb over his bottom lip.

“Right…assignment.” He pushes their bodies flush together and propels them backwards towards the open door to his room. His teeth nip at her thumb, sending her nervous system rampant.

“We can say I suggested we keep at it—you know, since I had to stay the night anyhow.” Her voice turns into a sigh as James skims his teeth against her cheek, grazing to her chin with an open mouth.

“Had to,” he teases, eyes fighting to stay open. His hands find where her shirt allows entrance to the skin underneath and he presses in.

“Plus,” she sighs at the feel of his rough hands on her back, “ I didn’t quite like the look of the guest bedroom anyhow—too sterile.”

"Are you calling my room dirty, Evans? How rude.”

Their bodies push their way into the open door. Despite the efforts of his hands to erase all thought, Lily can’t help but relish in entering his personal space. It’s a rarity—she has seen his four poster bed back at school in fleeting moments from before they started hooking up, but even then that was a shared living space, marked by other boys past and present. This was his territory, completely unfiltered by anyone but himself.

He makes a small noise of dissent as she untangles herself to get a better look at the room: his broom leans against a much too large mahogany bed and the static eyes of The Beatles stare back from the walls while quidditch heroes zoom across posters. Books are stacked on the floor at the bedside and a large bay window opens out to the gardens next to the house, now darkened by the incoming storm.

With a shot of confidence, Lily turns to give him a coy smile before bounding over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat on the edge. James watches her go, barely capable of keeping his jaw from unhinging as his heart rattles in his chest.

“Nice room Potter.” She leans back on her hands. The bedding feels expensive, higher quality than the stuff at Hogwarts and certainly the ones she has back in her room in Cokeworth. She imagines James curled underneath it, lying awake before another day of messing around with Sirius or practicing quidditch out in the field which flanks the Potter Estate, maybe just maybe also thinking of her…

They watch each other for a moment, sizing up the scenario. The wind from the snowstorm rattles the window, serving as a gentle reminder that they aren’t suspended outside of reality. It has been months since they started snogging in secret, but it isn’t until this moment they have actually achieved true, comfortable solitude.

It’s an understatement to say that James can feel the implications of her presence. His whole body is burdened by the fact— years of imagining her sitting exactly where she is now are catching up to him, mixing with all the other fantasies that include words such as Lily, bed, and alone. She watches him with a smirk as he fiddles with the ends of his hair, shifting his weight to hide the feeling of arousal taking over despite his best efforts.

“Uh…let me find you something to sleep in–” he says, becoming red around the cheeks. He turns towards an ornate dresser against the side wall and rips open a drawer, sticking his hand in to fish through the fabric before closing it and repeating with another.

“James,” she repeats, taking a small pause, “I wasn’t planning on needing anything to sleep in.”

She feels her whole face flush. If implications were heavy before, all nuance is now thrown out into the storm.

“Oh?” His hands tighten around the knobs. The wood groans underneath and he grips onto it as though it is the only thing holding him back from lunging at her. He turns around slowly, eyes burning with something feral and raw.

“Yeah.”

Her thoughts scramble as he takes slow steps towards her and she knows she is too close already to drowning in him. The smell of his room, the feel of his bed, him looking at her with that stare and hands capable of completely unwinding her—she doesn’t want to give in. She was the one who planned this all out, not him. She can’t let him take over so easily.

He stands in front of her and lets his fingers skim across the tops of her shoulders, eyes searching her face. She takes a breath, mustering months worth of desire into one single moment of bravery. She reaches for his belt.

It isn’t something they haven’t done before, but it feels reckless out of the context of fumbling moments in broom closets. James lets out a strained breath, eyes fluttering closed with his fingers now pressing into her shoulders, willing her to not move from against him.

“Is this ok?”

He responds with a groan as her other hand slides over the bulge that appeared long before they had entered the room. She can feel how turned on he is already, and it occurs to her that this is the first time they have ever been able to fully explore each other with the patience and dedication they deserve.

“More than ok—-eons better than ok.” His eyes are glassy and wide, watching her like someone in the midst of sleepwalking.

“And you don’t think your parents will—”

“Evans.” James groans out, “Can we not talk about my parents at a time like this.” He makes a small choking sound when her hand adds more pressure. “They never come over to this part of the house anyways.”

It isn’t the most satisfying answer, but she is in no state to complain. Moving her fingers around him, she feels every hard line of his erection straining into the fabric. She stares up at him with wonder as his face changes with her movements, his heart visibility erratic. She has to admit, it feels powerful to be like this—to watch as his jaw drops open and breath goes ragged and deep just by her fingers on trousers alone.

“I have to admit something to you,” she murmurs, her other hand still working on his belt, “I didn’t want to come to your house just for the assignment.”

He lets out a strangled laugh and tries to help her with his belt but she swats him away.

“I figured when you lied to our parents about needing to stay over,” he mumbles, eyes fighting to stay open. “Though I’m very interested in what excuse you would have come up with if there hadn’t already been a storm coming–”

His breath hitches as she gets his belt and pants undone, hand now edging around the waistband of his underpants.

“That's the thing-” his skin feels scorching under her hand as it dips farther down, slowly crawling to the base of his erection, “I planned to come today, because of the storm.”

She wraps her palm around him and he hisses, body arching forward as she gives him a small tug. They have only done this a number of times, but he always reacts in the same way: like his soul is leaving his body for some greater plane of consciousness.

“Didn’t realize you had it in you,” he groans out, hands finding her neck and thumbs rubbing circles there.

“What?”

“Mischief.”

She pumps up his length and he lets out a soft string of swear words.

“What can I say, you’ve been a bad influence.”

She lets him go and he gasps in disappointment. Flashing a smile, she pushes herself farther up the bed until she reaches the headboard. He crawls after her, reaching her legs and pulling them apart at the knees, easily flipping up the skirt that has pooled down by her waist. Looking up at her through skewed glasses, he begins dotting kisses into her inner thigh, each one more lavish than the next.

“So what did you plan to do Miss Evans? Seeing as this is all your orchestration?”

She doesn’t answer, instead melting under the heat of his mouth. He is relentless, giving open kisses up her thighs, letting his tongue slide over her skin as he goes. She isn’t used to being able to watch him do it—more attuned to the dark shadows of shifting bodies against boxes of cleaning supplies. Here, she can clearly watch every movement, finally putting a visual to the sensation.

“Sleep, I suppose.” She finally gasps out and he chuckles against her thigh, sending a shiver up her body.

“I think we’re past the point of sleeping, Evans.”

He’s moving painfully slow, but she tries to savor it. His mouth nipping and teasing as he gets closer to the apex of her legs. It’s the one thing she yearns for more than anything else they have already done: his mouth on her center. The first time he ever did it, he fell to his knees as though in prayer in an empty classroom and she thought she was going to explode from the feeling—his mouth, his tongue, his fingers moving in complete synchronicity against her. Ever since, she didn’t care if they had five minutes to spare or if Filch was just around the corner— she wanted him between her legs, making her whimper by the softness of his tongue. She wants it so much and so often that it worries her to think that she will feel just as insatiable about another part of his body when the time comes.

“Is this ok?” He breathes into her inner thigh. Both of them can see the result of desire pooling between her legs and James stares shamelessly, wonder etched across his face.

“Merlin— you are so wet…because of me?”

“Don’t be arrogant.” Her voice turns into a moan as he bites down against the uppermost part of her thigh before licking over it to ease any pain. The newfound sight of her arousal awakens an urgency in him and his hands and mouth are moving more erratic against her, trying to take as much of her in as he possibly can.

“Lily, you have no idea. No idea how many nights I’ve thought of you in this bed.”

She can’t help but giggle at the teenage lust of it all. It’s not like she is any better—before they started hooking up she would wake up with her hand already between her legs, body covered in sweat as she broke from the dream of his mouth crawling its way around her chest.

“Is it better or worse than you imagined?” She quips and his mouth stills. She looks down to catch his gaze burning up at her, a hand hovering dangerously close to her center.

“Don’t even joke Evans.”

She plans to make another cheeky remark but it’s cut short by his mouth making contact with her knickers. He kisses her through the wet fabric, running his tongue into the grooves of her flesh that he already knows so well. Her back arches for him instinctively and he uses it as leverage to hold her body in a hovered state, fingers circling at the top of her ass.

“Christ Potter.” She can feel him smile against her as he continues his ministrations, teeth pulling back the side of her knickers and slipping his tongue onto slick skin. The feel of his raw mouth makes her gasp and he lets out a small chuckle, pleased he is capable of making her react so viscerally.

“You are so lovely, so lovely .” He’s breathing straight inside her and his air makes her body feel feverish. “I don’t know how I deserve you, but I will never never let you go if I can help it.”

A finger slides into her and it takes everything to not let her head fall completely back. She doesn’t want to look away—completely mesmerized by how his tongue works her clit while his fingers twist inside her. He adds another finger and she lets out a cry, happy that his parents are presumably on the other side of the house.

“James, wait, I—” The feeling builds faster than she can fight it. With one last lick, she is sent over the edge, grasping onto his hair and her legs squeeze around him.

“Oh fuck—Lily—” his eyes are wide, watching as she shudders through the last of her climax. She pulls at his shoulders and he rises back up, wiping his mouth with his shirt.

“That was incredible—Lily, you taste…I can’t even describe it—” He genuinely looks dumbstruck, sitting beside her.

She watches him catch his breath, a hand caressing his leg slowly as he smiles back at her. It’s the place they usually stop: where one of both of them is sated by a mouth or a hand before they put their clothes back on and go their separate ways. But tonight, they have nowhere to run off to, no reason to leave things just short of full completion.

“Lily—” He starts in, but she is already ahead of him. Sitting up, she pulls her jumper over her head and the rush of cold hits her bare breasts. Anything he was about to say gets stuck in his throat at the sight of her.

“Dear sweet Godric–” he breathes out, eyes jumping from one breast to the other.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen them plenty of times.”

“But I haven’t,” James gives her an incredulous stare, “Between my glasses and the near black of those bloody closets, I might as well be experiencing this for the first time.”

“Well—” Lily stammers, “Seeing as you just, you know, licked me out , my tits are hardly something to—”

James lunges at her, knocking her fully back on the bed. He slots himself between her legs and she can feel his arousal pressing through the fabric and into her waist.

“Don’t you ever, ever undermine your body like that,” he growls out. A hand slides from her cheek, down her neck, to her clavicle, circling just under one of her breasts but not making contact.

“Can I—”

“Touch them? Yes.” Lily cuts him off. She’s surprised he is even asking, seeing as he has done it hundreds of times before.

“No—can I take off my clothes too?”

Another wave of vulnerability enters the room. They have seen each other in various levels of undress, but never fully and never together .

“I don’t want to push anything—and I know we agreed that this is all just for a laugh, but I just—” He lets his voice get away from him, insecurity getting the best of his thoughts.

“Is that what you think?” she says quietly, “That I came here, lied to your parents and mine…for a laugh?”

James makes a coughing sound, eyes darting around her face, waiting for an elaboration.

“You’re right, I have worries about telling our mates for various reasons–” He opens his mouth to interrupt her, but she silences him with a hand on his mouth.

“-But that doesn’t mean that this isn’t real for me. That I don’t want you just as much as you want me.”

He looks down at her, feelings shifting on his face faster than she can read them.

“Lily, I really fancy you,” he whispers, strained. “And if—if we do something, y’know more , I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back.”

She reaches her hands up to his cheeks and rests them there, fingers catching falling hair out of his face.

“You say that like I don’t feel the same way,” her pulse quickens, “you say that like you don’t already know that I don’t want to go back.”

His eyes blaze raw and hopeful, and she feels the blood rush through her body, giving her the bravery she needs to move her hands back to his unbuttoned trousers and tug them down. His lips crash onto hers, and she can feel the hard line of his body pressing into her chest as he cups her face with one hand and helps ease his pants off with another. Just as quick, he removes his shirt, letting their bare chests slide together, his skin burning.

“Lily, Lily, Lily.” He says her name like a lullaby, kissing down the column of her neck until he reaches one of her breasts. Taking her nipple into his mouth, she arches up as his tongue swirls around it, him somehow finding new ways for her to feel impossibly good.

She can’t get enough of him, the feverish heat of his skin, the sturdy pulse of his body. She knows she is breathing yet it feels like there is not enough air for the two of them, the sound of the storm just adding to the fervent nature of their movements. He is as close to her as he has ever been, but she wants him closer still .

Pulling off of her slightly, he dips a hand down to unbutton her skirt, pulling it and her knickers down with a tug. Now completely nude, he rises up to look at her, his eyes brimming with awe.

“You are so beautiful.”

It’s something she’s seen people say in movies, but she can tell the words hold all the sincerity in the world. His eyes are wide, trying to commit every part of her to memory, hand lightly grazing her hip as he takes her in. Satisfied, he drops down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss, a smile evident on his lips.

“Lily, I meant it, he gasps out when he breaks for air, “What I said earlier—I don’t want anyone else. I never want to lose you.”

“I know,” she breathes against his lips, “good thing you aren’t losing me.”

He closes in for another kiss, his lips soft but urgent, tongue begging to twist with hers. Through the haze she senses some shuffling at their waists until she can feel the bare skin of his arousal pressing in against her, warm and throbbing.

“Wait, I want to see you too.”

She wiggles her way out from under him and he obliges, falling onto his back. It’s her turn to regard him—she thought she knew his body so well already but in the light it takes on a whole new meaning. He is muscular yet slim, something she always thought made him look so effortlessly fit in comparison to his bulking teammates, and she holds back a gasp when she finally sees his cock, hard and erect with the smallest bit of liquid crowning at the tip.

“I did that?” She says, knowing how childish it sounds.

“Look who is arrogant now,” James teases, squeezing her thigh, “You’re killing me, Evans. C’mere.”

She puts a leg over his hips and settles down against him. His cock slides easily into her folds and both of them hum in approval, now realizing how much better it feels without the barrier of clothes.

“Are you sure?”

She doesn’t need to respond, instead rolling her hips forward until she can feel his tip lining up with her entrance. His head falls back, but his eyes refuse to leave hers, the question still hanging between them.

“Let me lead,” she says, not waiting another second to slide herself onto him.

A gasp escapes as her body stretches around him, learning to accommodate the new sensation. She stalls, rocking her hips slightly to let the smallest bit of him slide in and out of her, testing the waters before daring to continue further. He grabs onto her thighs, following her rhythm as she moves back and forth, eyes wild and adoring. Deep sighs leave his throat with each small movement, reassuring her to keep going.

They continue like this until she has pushed him fully inside and their bottom halves connect. Her hips move more languorously now, waving up and down the length of him in steady movements. Her mouth hangs open, trying to take full breaths between the noises that keep pouring out of her mouth with every thrust.

“James— Christ.”

He leans upwards and takes one of her breasts into his mouth, and she cries from the over stimulation of it all. It feels better than anything she could ever imagine—not even the added pleasures of all their cupboard trysts would equate to the sensation occurring at that moment. They are utterly complete, moving as one.

James grabs hold of her torso and carefully flips them over without slipping out of her. Now with the upperhand, he is able to press deeper, hitting a ball of nerves tucked deep inside her that makes her stomach clench in ecstasy.

When he is not moaning hot kisses into her breasts or neck, he is watching her—keeping a steady gaze on her face to make sure that she is enjoying every single moment as much as he is. Strings of words chant out of his mouth—some affirmations, some swears, some just her name over and over until it sounds like a foreign language.

“Lily, I won’t last much longer, I want you to come for me.”

It’s instinctual. She reaches one hand between her legs to rub the tip of her clit while the other cups the curve of her breast, jutting it outwards as an offering to his mouth. His eyes grow impossibly wider, ducking down to take her tit between his teeth.

Her second climax is more violent than the first. She can feel herself squeezing around him, her whole body seizing up until it feels like a rubber band in mid snap. He holds her against him, mouth breathing onto her chest as he continues his rhythm through her release.

“So beautiful, so good, Godric Lily, I can feel it.”

It sends him over the edge. His hips snap forward, now erratic and urgent. Slick with the sweat of her climax, she grabs both of his cheeks and forces him to look at her. His eyes drowning in desire and anticipation.

“Come for me James—you can come inside me, it's ok.”

“Lily—” He looks unsure, but he’s losing time. She can feel his body quivering over her.

“I took the potion, I want you to come inside me. Please James.”

“ Lily—-ah.” She feels his release instantaneously. She remarks that it’s weirdly warm and comforting despite it being such a carnal act.

With a sigh, he collapses on her, hands dancing across her collar bone as he catches his breath into her shoulder.

“Incredible. You’re just—” he doesn’t finish his thought, opting to press his lips gently into her neck.

She wraps her arms around him. He’s sweaty and heaving and hers. She had never felt like that about him before even in their most intimate moments, but now it is solidified, maybe not in words but in action.

Snow makes pattering noises against the windowpane, the wind too slow to dust it off before another blanket appears. They lay in each other’s arms, feeling their heart beats go from wild to steady, hands lazily tracing the other’s skin until they halt into calm.

“Are you sleeping now?” He whispers into the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzling into her skin.

“Not yet,” she smiles, a laugh already bubbling up, “Why? You keen on working on that Charms assignment?”

James laughs and the sound cuts through the night air.

“Not quite.” He raises himself to hover back over her, mouth skimming hers.

“But I am keen on working on something else.”

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She awakes exactly how she fell asleep, tangled up in him. At some point in the night he had pulled the blankets over them, and their bodies radiated heat. Her face is pushed into his chest, and one leg is hitched up against his thigh, his fingers contracting in sleep against her ass.

He must have taken off his glasses at some point in the night, because when she looks up at him, his eyes are unobscured. He has eyelashes much longer than she imagined and his hair falls in unruly tangles around his face. A warmth rises in her chest as she watches his mouth hang slightly open and a moan drift out.

She doesn’t want it to end. They might be melded together now, but their time is coming to a close—soon she will have to go back to Cokeworth, Sirius will return from his uncle’s, and he will stay in this room with only the memory to keep him company.

They need to talk about what will happen when they return back to Hogwarts, but she lets the thought drift away as he stirs. Blinking his eyes open to look down at her, a lazy, irresistible smile pulls at his lips.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” she echoes, giggling at the absurdity of it all. “How did you sleep?”

He leans in and gives a kiss to her forehead, his arm tightening to keep her leg from unwinding around him.

“Brilliant because you are here…but terribly because every time I woke up I was randy for you all over again.”

She knows he isn’t lying, she can feel the proof of it pressing into her pelvis.

“Poor you,” she teases. “Sounds like you should do something about it.” She gives him a smile and his face goes alight with happiness. He rolls them over so he is back over her, their lips pressing together with already panting kisses.

“JAMES DARLING! BREAKFAST IS READY!”

He doesn’t stall, his hand already teasing at her breast and Lily gasping into his mouth.

“JAMES! YOU AND LILY CAN’T ROLL AROUND ALL DAY— BESIDES I’VE MADE THE POTTER SPECIAL...”

James' eyes rip open and they share a mutual look of embarrassment and horror. Lily can feel her whole body turning red, burrowing her face into his chest.

“Er—Thanks Dad.” James calls out, voice cracking a little. He looks down at her and lightly brushes some knotted hair out of her eyes.

“The Potter Special?”

“You’re going to love it,” he pulls her chin up and gives her a soft kiss on the mouth, eyes still dreamy.

“Before we face death by utter embarrassment at the hands of my parents, can we—”

She threads her hands in his hair, an act now as familiar as blinking.

“I’m not going anywhere, Potter.”

His face nearly breaks in two from a grin and he swoops down to catch her in a fierce, desperate kiss. Around them the room spins, and everything beyond the bed starts to melt away again.

“Fuck it—I’m not hungry,” he gasps when they part to catch their breaths. Lily's laugh transforms into a moan, feeling his body already lining up against hers.

“Me either,” she sighs. He presses into her she tugs him closer, savoring him for as long as possible.

“It can wait.”

#jily smut #jily #jily fanfiction #first time fic #james potter #lily evans #a little treat after halloween #fic continuation #marauders era #yallthemwitches #james x lily

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siriussslut · 1 month ago

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age gap ! jily

warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, squirting, use of “ma’am”

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“dude, how old did you say she is?” sirius asks, bringing his cigarette back to his lips.

“41,” james says, fiddling with his hair.

sirius laughs. “you think your hot 41 year old neighbor wants to fuck you? dude, no way.”

“i’m telling you, she does!”

“i’ll bet you 100 bucks you can’t get her to fuck you.”

james sits up, indignant. “fine, bet.”

james knocks on the door, nervous. he fiddles with the hem of his shirt as he waits for her to answer. the door swings open. lily looks ravishing in a light cream robe, the fabric sweeping the floor.

“james?” she tightens the belt of her robe.

“h-hi ms. evans, i’m so sorry to bother you, but it looks like something might be wrong with your car? it’s leaking.”

she sighs. “yeah, it’s been causing me some problems lately. i’ll have to go get it checked out. thank you, james.” her green eyes sparkle.

“well, my dad is a mechanic, so i know a thing or two… i could check it out for you, if you’d like?”

“no, i don’t want to put you out.”

“it’s really no problem!” he says far too quickly. “i don’t mind.”

she grins. “if you insist. but let me bring it into the garage first, it’s boiling outside!”

she gestures for him to come in.

james’ cock throbs as he steps into her house, desperate to bend her over her kitchen table and fuck her brains out. but no, her car breaking was the perfect opportunity and james has a plan.

she leads him to the garage and brings in the car.

“i’ll go make us some lunch, let me know if you need anything, sweetie.”

“thank you, ms. evans.” and she leaves.

james wasn’t lying about his dad being a mechanic, so he crouches down to get a closer look on the car.

lily spreads jam on toast, adding it to the miniature feast she’s preparing. it’s the last bit of food, and lunch is ready. james has been in her garage for over an hour now.

she tightens her robe around her, ignoring the aching in her core, and goes into her garage.

“james, dear?”

he slides out from beneath her car. his shirt is off, his chest glistening with sweat. his bare skin is filthy from the car. “yes, ms. evans?” his eyes are huge, puppy-like.

“i… food is ready.”

“oh, that’s so sweet. give me just a sec, i think i’ve found the problem.”

lily squeezes her thighs to stop her desire from dripping to the floor.

he finally slides out from under the car. when he stands up, his tent is bulging from his jeans.

lily steps closer to him, looking up into his eyes through her lashes. “thank you so much for helping me, james.” her voice is low, practically a whisper. “you’re such a good boy.” she grabs his bulge, squeezing.

he gasps, pupils expanding.

“is this okay, sweetie?”

“y-yes, ma’am.” he catches her lips in a kiss. they fumble with the belt of her robe, letting it fall to the floor.

she’s completely bare beneath it, and james pulls away from her lips to stare.

“you can touch.” he places a tentative hand on one large breast, squeezing the flesh.

lily unzips his jeans as he kisses her again, removing all his clothes until the two of them are just skin against skin.

his cock is slapping against his stomach, huge and hard.

she grabs his throbbing dick, squeezing as she stares into his blown out eyes. “fuck me, james.”

he pushes her onto the hood of the car, wet pussy sliding against the warm metal. his cock slides inside her ass with ease, spreading her wide.

“f-fuck ms. evans, you’re so tight!”

lily grinds her clit against the hood of the car, ass cheeks slapping against james’ pelvic bone.

he thrusts in and out, stretching her tiny hole wider each time.

she screams as she bounces against the car, squirting onto the hood. as her desire sprays the garage, james finishes inside of her.

hot strings of cum fill her insides, planting a seed deep inside her.

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constancezin · 1 month ago

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I dedicate this one at @startanewdream with her 'good boy' fic, which was clearly my inspiration!

Praise kink

For jily kinktober by @maluceh (and a special mention to @daiz-nsfw and @lupinflowrs who are leaders in jily art smut)

#jily #james potter #lily evans #jily smut #marauders #my art #zin

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unconventional-lawnchair · 2 months ago

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Jily x Gn!Reader {Blurb}

Jily x Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: An interesting situationship with Jily}

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Cw; No use of {Y/N}, Jamie being a meanie, this is NOT proofread, Straight up porn for the first 500 words.}

A/n: This was an idea born out of ovulation and exhaustion, I do not plan to continue it

James’s hands slipped down the curve of your hips, his thumbs pressing down hard on the divot of your pelvis.

His breath was heavy, his hips rolling forward in a rhythm that you gave up trying to follow. He applied pressure to your bruising hips, not allowing you to squirm or falter any longer, forcing you to comply with his wishes. Not that you could say much to fight it, face covered by the divine place where Lily’s ivory legs met.

“They're doing so f’good.” James slurred out, gasping between statements, trying his best not to come undone by his view. You, laying across his bed, unable to hide your body from him, as Lily held your hands on her love handles. Giving a chuckle when he pressed a bit too hard and caused you to grab harder at Lily’s skin, leaving angry red marks,

“So f’good. Just f’us..” He groaned and leaned down, running his tongue along a strip in the middle of your chest, savoring the taste of your salted skin, admiring how your chest raised to try and keep him there.

“Look at them.. Lily, look at how- fuck…” He groaned and had to slow himself with how hard you were clenching around him. Only serving to make you whine into Lily’s soaked cunt, making the older girl give a shaky breath.

“Yeah, yeah, I see them, Jamie.” She whined and began to grind down on your tongue. Her eyes rolled back as you pulled down on her hips to bring her as close as possible. Even with how dominant she played in the bedroom, she still seemed to think you couldn't take her full weight. She grabbed your wrist and hand, throwing her head back as she began to gasp.

You continued to assault her clit, making her shutter. “Close! Close!” She cried out. You curled your legs, her sounds like music to your ears. Even with James slow yet hard motions, you were close, so bloody close.

Lily gave a cry of your name, a slur of a few curses she'd normally never let fall from her pretty lips in any other scene, and began begging for James.

She eventually couldn't take any more, crawling off of you to catch her breath. James took her place and stole your lips for himself, savoring the taste of Lily on them. You lifted your wobbly hands to grab his hair, suddenly, there was no hesitation.

His hips fired off hard and deep inside of you, your back arching off the bed sheets, screaming out into his mouth. He pulled back to watch as you reacted to his suddenly brutal assault. “J-Jamie- Jamie, s-s-slower!” You shouted and he licked his lips clean of Lily's cum and your fucked out taste.

“Come on.. just one more. One more for me.” He groaned out and you stuttered, unable to argue when Lily took your lips next, just gripping the pillow under your head as if it would give you any purchase through it all.

“They're so good for us, Jamie. Tell them how good they are.”

“Lily, please..” You whined out through clenched teeth, James only seemed to go more erratic at your sounds. “C-can't.. can't-”

“You can.” Lily encouraged, with those soft motherly eyes. Coaxing you further as tears threatened to pour at the pure intense pleasure of being pushed past your third ending.

“And you will.” James spoke, almost like a threat. Cupping your thighs and forcing your hips higher to get as far as he could. “You'll know who you belong to.”

~~~

It was late afternoon in the Slytherin commons. It had been a day since you saw the two Gryffindor heads, and usually you wouldn't take longer then an hour apart to see eachother again.

Early morning you had snuck out of James’s bedroom, not waking either of them. You loved to be around the two, truly but.. Those words had kept you up the majority of the night. ‘You’ll know who you belong to.’ They were possessive and terrifying, just like his eyes. Like he was warning you.

This all started because Regulus had made a comment to Sirius about finding you a partner, joking about how you are always trailing after James and Lily like a lost puppy. Despite your age, the two upperclassmen were extremely fond of you. Everyone knew it to be true.

You were a Slytherin to your core, ambitious, clever, and determined. However, you were also one of the sweetest green robe James had ever met. You were struggling in potions in year 4, and with James’s father being a potioneer and Lily being extraordinarily talented, the two 6th years volunteered to help you.

Not that they had a clue who you were at the time.

They learned quickly.

You were feisty, sassy, and always stuck by what you said. You were also Lily’s Sweetness. She liked you the first time she met you, quick friends. James was harder to convince, with the emerald green hanging from your ears and neck, the robes to match and even your nails.

You were a proud Slytherin.

He did cave, eventually, and he fell hard into his ‘fondness’ for you. Eventually, when the next year came around, you went everywhere with them. Your grades had improved and they had no more reason to study with you. James’s solution? Just drag the poor kid everywhere.

That was what started the entanglement of yours. They dragged you to a party in the Gryffindor commons to watch Potter strut around the room and make a fool of himself over their win. A few drinks down, a dare or two later, and you were feeling loose lipped. Loose lipped enough to admit to Lily, who was sitting beside you, something you never would have dreamed otherwise.

“Truth!” Your drunken mind clung to safety.

“What is your deepest fantasy?” Lily pushed, stealing away your beer and setting it aside. Seems to her you've had enough, must be on babysitting duty.

“Like, in bed?”

“In bed.” Lily mused and you bit your lip. Should you tell her the truth?

“Hm.. probably two at once?”

“Boring!!” Marlene shouted across from you, Sirius laughing and trying to keep her upright. Clearly plastered. Remus shook his head in amusement, Regulus laying his head across Remus’s lap with a smirk aimed at you. One you didn't like.

“And who are the two?” Regulus pushed and you bit your cheek, avoiding his eyes.

“Well, only two people at this school I'd be close enough to do that with.” You spat back and Regulus gave a gasp of mock offense. “I'm wounded.”

“Stay down.” You smirked at him, not noticing Lily’s shocked expression turn slightly. She bit her lip and looked back to James, managing to catch his eyes.

~~~

That night was the best mistake you ever made. You were sure it was a one time thing.

It had become almost nightly. So much so your hips knew James’s hands better than it knew your own. You could probably recite every one of Lily’s sounds by heart. It was amazing.

Until you made a mistake. You had fallen hard for the two.

Regulus noticed. He had made remarks in the past about setting you up, ever since he started dating Remus he seemed to think he was the go to for all of your relationship woes.

So that comment at Dinner wasn't completely out of left field, you just laughed. He pushed, offering to set you up with Barty or Pandora, both offers making you snort out. “You want to set me up with a flower child or a literal maniac? Does my type vary that much?”

“Would you do them?” Regulus cheeked and you smirked.

“Yeah, probably.”

To interrupt the conversation, James cleared his throat, frowning down at his plate while Lily cooed out to him. Regulus gave them a look before his eyes drifted back to you who didn't even seem to notice their odd display.

“Oh James, you can't keep them from dating forever. Little butterfly has to spread their wings.” Regulus teased, mocking James’s words when Sirius found out about him and his best mate, taking notice of how his jaw clenched and he avoided their eyes. Interesting… Lily gave him a worried look as a weird tension filled their little area of the Gryffindor table.

“You okay Jamie?” You spoke up, tilting to the side and trying to catch his eye across Lily’s form. He still refused to meet yours.

“Oh! I forgot, sweetness, if you are wanting to join us for study tonight, we should probably get to it now.” Lily declared and stood up.

Study.

James began to stand up and didn't wait for your agreement, just grabbing your bag. You hurried to your feet and muttered a quick goodbye to everyone still at the table.

When you got to his dorm they wasted no time with you, it felt almost like James wanted to say something that entire time.

He finally did, and it left you in more of a mess then you originally figured. You thought it was maybe going to be a conversation, then telling you they wanted to end it if you got a partner. Seemed only logical. What did you expect, really? James and Lily were made for each other. You were just some fun they had on the side. You liked having that sliver of intimacy, it fooled you into believing that there was something more there.

Instead, you got your back blown out and a few new marks of Lily’s teeth intended in your chest. Not that you minded, again, you knew what it was.

You were lost in thought, facing the ceiling as your eyes followed the dancing ripples of light reflected from the Black Lake.

“Quid for your thoughts?” You heard Regulus mused before his face invaded your view of the reflective green.

“It's a penny.” You smirked up at him and he lifted his eyebrow at you with that same stoic expression.

“Penny? Bloody hell is a Penny?”

“It's an American currancy. I'm assuming you heard it from Remus.” You mocked, smirking as he huffed.

“I don't like talking to you.” He mumbled and slid into the couch, forcing you to bend your legs to get out of his way. “Did you think about my offer?”

“Offer?”

“To set you up with Barty or Pandora.” He mused and looked at the crackling fire. You shifted to stare at it too, fiddling with the helm of your shirt.

“I.. I don't know..” You mumbled and Regulus sighed. There was a moment of silence that filled the room, it was cold and unwelcomed. Like you knew what was about to be said.

“You know you have to move on eventually.” He offered no louder than a whisper, and yet you still reacted like he physically hit you.

“... I know.” You mumbled and curled in on yourself.

“It's better to start now before it gets much worse.”

“I know.” You whispered.

“I can't promise you will fall for either of them, but it might help you get your mind off of those two.”

“... I know.” You muttered into your pillow. Before you shot upward as you hear another voice join your conversation.

“Know about what?” Lily mused as she looked over the back of the couch. You were startled, but soon relaxed a bit when you realized she hadn't heard anything.

“About getting them a partner.” Regulus mused and looked you in the eyes as if to dare you to say anything.

“J-just the same conversation as always.” You quickly countered, bending your knees as you watched Lily blink a few times in surprise.

“Are you serious?” James finally spoke up, arms crossing and jaw clenching once more. He looked pissed. You narrowed your eyes at him before looking at Lily, whose eyes were burrowing into your head. Why did it feel like you were in the wrong here?

“I-I mean, why not? Why are you two here?” You pried and James scoffed, Remus slipping his way around the two to get to Regulus.

“Well,” Lily interrupted James, leaning closer to you. “We were coming to check on you. You've been gone all day.”

You looked away from the two as Lily reached out to try and touch your forehead. “Just.. haven't been feeling well.”

“Is that so?” She cooed and leaned closed, her feet hanging a bit off the back of the couch. “Well-”

“So, you're going on a date? With who?” James interrupted her and walked closer, Lily sighed. “Jamie-”

“Pandora?” He pried and you began to get up. “Barty? What do they have that-”

“James!” Lily shouted at him and James had some sense to look embarrassed at Remus’s wide eyes and Regulus’s closed ones.

James sighed and ruffled the back of his hair in frustration and Lily pulled away from your space. “We'll be where we always are, Sweetness. When you're ready, okay?”

“Yeah.” You whispered, eyes locked on James piercing gaze.

‘Who you belong to’

It was those eyes again.

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petalsthefish · 2 months ago

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Smutty Saturday: The Animagus Factor

Summary: After a long week as Prongs, James is struggling with the lasting side effects of being a hormonal teenager. Sharing his body with a rutting Stag certainly doesn’t help his case. As a result, his girlfriend gets really lucky thanks to her perfume that has been spiraling him into utter madness. 18+ smut fic. Click summary to read on A03 ♥️

James Potter was buying Lily Evans more perfume for Christmas.

She first started wearing the special edition ’Petals by Wonder Witch’ perfume in their fifth year. From the moment he caught a whiff, it seemed to haunt him, following him into his dreams with a persistence that bordered on maddening.

It wasn’t something she wore every day, though. Usually, he only encountered the intoxicating scent on special occasions—parties, Hogsmeade weekends, or other moments she deemed significant enough. Yet, there were times when the fragrance clung to her, trapped in the folds of her velvet cloak, or imprinted into her hair.

The lingering scent teased him relentlessly, lingering in his mind long after she had started to complain that she was almost out of it. James nearly had a heart attack when she mentioned it casually, because she was having trouble finding a new bottle.

“I only have a months worth left at best.”

It was a damn shame if he couldn’t get her more. He attributed it to her, only her. If another girl was wearing it he ached to go look for Lily instead.

It wasn’t entirely his fault that he was so attuned to the damn perfume. Becoming an Animagus had heightened all of his senses, his time spent as a stag sharpening his awareness of smells, both a blessing and a curse. He could pick up subtle scents others wouldn’t notice, and her perfume mixed with her regular scent? It was impossible to ignore.

It didn’t help that the fragrance was so uniquely her when it was on her and not another girl—a blend of hyacinth, black currant, and honeysuckle that opened with a sweet, heady decadence, before soft florals took over, grounded by a base of vetiver, patchouli, and musk. It suited her perfectly, effortlessly graceful and complex, even if she had no idea just how deeply it affected him. It drove him mad in the most frustrating way, and his girlfriend was blissfully unaware.

The full moons were the worst, though. When he shifted into his stag form to help Remus, his heightened senses became almost unbearable. He could pick up her perfume even when she wasn’t in the same room, the scent drifting through the castle like a ghost that refused to be exorcized.

November’s full moon had been particularly brutal. Three nights spent looking after Remus had left him in a state of sensory overload, his stag instincts heightened to the point where every little thing felt like too much. And her perfume—oh, her perfume—had been everywhere, swirling in his mind even though she hadn’t even been near him for hours.

By the third night, after Wormtail and Padfoot had fallen asleep in the Shrieking Shack to keep an eye on Remus, James was on edge. His muscles ached from the transformation, and his senses were frayed. But he couldn’t sleep, not with her scent, her body, still lingering in his thoughts.

He had a meeting with Professor McGonagall in the morning that he couldn’t miss—not even for Quidditch practice—so he had dragged himself back to Gryffindor Tower after the final night of the full moon, bone-tired and desperate for a shower.

It was nearly three in the morning when he finally made it inside to the shower. He stood beneath the scorching spray, letting the hot water burn away the exhaustion and the pain of three nights spent in his Animagus form. But no matter how much he scrubbed or how long he stood under the water, he couldn’t wash away the smell of her inside his head. It clung to him, as stubborn and intoxicating as ever, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was in the bloody shower with him.

Wouldn’t that be a good, very wet, dream?

James, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel slung low on his hips, padded barefoot across the cool floor of the dormitory. His body still ached from the strain of three nights in his stag form, and all he wanted was to collapse into bed and forget the world for a while. As he reached his four-poster bed, he tugged the curtains open, only to freeze in place. The second the fabric parted, that familiar, intoxicating scent washed over him—the one that had been tormenting him for three days.

Lily was in his bed.

She’d charmed a soft bubble of light to hover above her, casting a warm, golden glow across the bed. She was half-sitting, half-reclining against his pillows, with a book open in her grasp. His eyes quickly caught the title—it was one of those romance novels she swore she only read for "the interesting plots."

That was the first fact that made his mind go directly into the gutter.

For a moment, all James could do was stand there, water still dripping from his hair, his mind trying to catch up to the situation. The sight of her in his bed, surrounded by the familiar scent of her perfume mixing with his own scent, was enough to make his brain go into survival mode.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he said, more to himself than her sleeping form. She moved a tiny bit at the sound of his voice, her eyelashes fluttering against her pale cheeks.

The second thing James noticed was Lily’s position. She was slumped comfortably against the headboard, her body sinking into the pillows as if the bed had gently claimed her. Her head rested at an odd angle, and her soft, pink nightgown had ridden up around her thighs, exposing the smooth curve of her legs where the fabric had slipped in her sleep. The book she had been reading lay loosely in her hand, its pages slightly bent, resting precariously against her stomach. Though the way it was propped suggested she had tried to stay awake.

“Lily,” he murmured softly, stepping closer, not wanting to disturb her too suddenly. “Love?”

She stirred at the sound of his voice, adjusting her position slightly, but her eyes remained closed. Her lips curved into a sleepy, contented smile, and she sighed softly. “Welcome back,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with the warmth of familiarity and comfort. Though she didn’t fully wake, her words carried the ease of someone who knew where they were.

The third and final straw was her nightgown. It was practically see through, the thin fabric barely hiding what was underneath. No bra. No underwear. James felt something in him, the animal side, go feral when his eyes zeroed in on her tits erected through the thin material. She had the best tits, hands down, and he hadn’t tasted one in an awfully long time.

Three days to be exact.

It was a travesty.

James crawled overtop of her gently, starting to kiss her pale neck. Lily’s left hand immediately lifted to loop her fingers through his curly black hair. She tugged twice as if to encourage him. He nuzzled Lily fondly before he licked up her neck sensually, one of his hands cupping her breast through the thin fabric.

“Mmmm,” she hummed greedily as her legs fell open for him to settle between.

“You like that, babe?” James grinned into her neck. He took a nice deep breath, smelling nothing but that fucking glorious perfume. Her breast was heavy in his hand and when he flicked a thumb over her rounded nipple, she practically purred for him.

“I love you.” She said the words sleepily, but she was only sincere. ”Don’t stop.”

He had always had a hard time controlling his hormones around her, but now? He rutted his hips up and into her without even meaning too. James’ cock was straining against the stupid towel. It was so uncomfortable, but he was drinking her in, tasting her skin, while he played with her breasts.

He alternated between each tit, flicking, playing, sucking, and teasing. Below James, Lily was really waking up, her body eagerly lifting her hips up to catch his for some more delectable friction. James smelled her arousal now and moaned into her skin as he realized that it was mixing with her heavenly perfume. Transitioning back to human with his heightened senses was almost unbearable when it came to quality with his girlfriend.

He just wanted to fuck her.

And not gently.

His tongue thrusting into her mouth with no warning might’ve been overkill. Her squeak was from surprise at first, but then her mouth opened willingly against his and the initial shock turned into need. Lily stroked her tongue against his, passing between their hot, open-mouthed kisses. the book between their bodies was annoying so he chucked it through the opening in the curtain.

He had poor aim. He heard the lamp break, and glass shatter. He tore his mouth off hers to try and see whose lamp it was. Lily didn’t even seem to notice. Both her fists were suddenly wound up in his hair, dragging his face back to kissing. He shut just eyes, letting himself fall into her lead.

She tasted so distinctly. Honey and mint exploded on his tongue, like the tea she drank religiously every morning. James’ hands tilted her head with ease to change the angle, just so he could deepen the stroke of his tongue. Her body rolled against his in response, leaving him to meet her for the next roll.

“How wet are you?” He teased between kisses.

“Not much.”

He opened his eyes to find her wearing the biggest shit grin. Liar. He made a small pass through her folds with two fingers and found out she was sopping. Lily breathed in deeply through her nose, her hands moving up his skull, scratching at some part of his brain that was instantly pleased. He could feel the half moon of her nails digging into his skin. The desperation she was showing him only made James’ cock throb harder.

He pressed her back into the pillows and the headboard hit the wall with a resounding thump. She laughed as he used his free hand to grab onto her red hair in half a ponytail. He sank two fingers inside of her while he simultaneously tilted her head back. She squeaked, like a little mouse, her hips moving in a jerky fashion.

“I want you to keep making those sounds.” He said, “I like to hear you.”

He licked up the column of her throat first and then sucked generously at her pulse point where the smell of that perfume was the most insistent. She was hot now, and her neck tasted salty from her sweat, nearly like tasting her cunt whenever he ate her out.

“More,” she urged, “harder.”

His third finger slid in so nicely. “You take three fingers so well, just like you take my cock.” In and out and in and out, James went.

She was wiggling underneath him, her breath now coming out in short sharp bursts. He stopped marking up her neck so he could lean back and watch her. She was red in the face, her mouth open wide with each pant of pleasure. James curled his fingers. experimenting. Lily gasped but James didn’t do it again. He pulled out, lifting his hand between them in a three fingered salute.

His fingers shined with her arousal. James waited for her eyes to open, refusing to do anything else until they did. Seconds later, one green iris appeared. Then another. The light from her charmed bubble bounced off her to create dark lines and curves. James offered her his fingers to Lily and was rewarded when her mouth opened.

James praised her happily, as she swirled her tongue around him before clamping her lips shut. “You taste that? You like it?” Her hum of appreciation vibrated from his fingers in her mouth straight down to his balls. “I need that pretty mouth of yours everywhere, Lily.”

One of her hands dropped from his hair and James felt her nails trail down her chest. She teased his nipple with a little circle, then made a circle around his belly button. He wasn’t prepared for her palming his hard length through the towel. James hissed and tugged his fingers from her mouth so that he could grab the headboard for leverage.

“James,” her voice was so messy and so needy. “Oh god, James, you’re so hard for me.”

“Do you want it, baby?” He asked, staring deep into her green eyes. “Take it. Touch me.”

“Am I dreaming?” She asked hazily, sliding her hand between the folds of the towel until he felt her hand take ahold of his cock.

James chuckled but it turned into a pleasured cry when her thumb flicked over his weeping tip. “Oh damn, I hope not.”

He was pleased to see he’d marked her neck up efficiently with his time. When his eyes met hers, he noticed her pupils were blown out, and her lips were flushed with red. She raked her one hand back through his hair, just as she started jacking him off with the other. Her movements were making James’ chest rumble with pleasure. His hips bucked into her grasp, the need for more attention drowning out his self respect.

James let go of the headboard, using both hands to keep himself balanced overtop of her. His nose dropped onto her temple and he closed his eyes. He sucked in a breath again and was immediately drowning in her honeysuckle sent.

“Lily,” he said, “have I ever told you that your perfume has been haunting me every night since the day you started wearing it in fifth year?”

He struggled not to complain when she stopped touching his dick. “My perfume?”

“Yes,” he leaned forward to take another sniff, “it smells so good, so fucking nice. I smell it in my sleep, babe, when I’m dreaming about fucking you. When I’m in class, I have to hold my breath sometimes, so I don’t spend all class with my face buried into your neck…your hair…your beautiful breasts…”

“I like your smell.” He opened his eyes to find her smiling up at him. “You smell like fresh soap, the forest after it rains, and cinnamon.”

“Hyacinth.” He blurted out, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” She tilted her head.

“Hyacinth and black current—a musty smell. Maybe from your books?” He kissed her cheek. “I do love how you read smutty books.” He kissed her nose. “Oh, and there’s always honeysuckle, like the ones you pull off the vines in herbology to eat when you think no one is looking.”

He moaned as he described it, all while he basically humped her through her nightgown, desperate for sex. Desperate for her. His cock persistently pressed into her curves. Lily arched her hips up as her legs fell open wider, allowing him to press himself insistently into her. She was burning for him between her thighs. Even the towel couldn’t hide the fact.

Her eyes closed again when he made a second pass. “Oh. Oh my god, you’re so horny! Fuck.”

He rode into her with specific purpose, knowing the only thing between them was really the towel now covered in his pre-cum and likely her slick as well. He loved being on top, loved making her writhe underneath him in pleasure. Her entire body was covered by his, and with each rut into her core, Lily grasped at him more.

Sweat was mixing between them now. James pressed his forehead to hers as he kept dry humping her like a fucking teenager. Lily’s breathy and pitchy moans pleased him even more. She was getting off from it as well.

“I’m gonna—“ she couldn’t even finish a sentence because her body was too busy contracting as she clearly slipped into a small orgasm from their movements. He didn’t stop grinding into her the entire time. “Dear God, James!”

“I’ve been a bloody deer for three days,” his voice was gruff as he lifted the edge of her nightgown while he kept pressing his hard cock where he could. “All I want to do is fuck you. Hard. Let me tell you how divine you smell, baby. How sexy you look in my bed. How hot you look when you finish.”

Their mouths slammed back together and James didn’t stop Lily as she frantically undid the tie to his towel, pushing it down his ass with her hands until he could kick it to the side entirely. Her hands caressed him from his shoulders down to his thighs, guiding him so his cock slipped closer to her center between her thighs.

James bit her lower lip and tugged, only letting go so that he could leaned back and watch the way her lips reached for him. He teased her, light kisses, until her growl of frustration made him laugh wickedly.

“Fuck me,” she gasped into his mouth, “holy fuck, James! Just fuck me! You’re killing me tonight.”

James had to agree as he grabbed himself so he could position his cock right where they wanted it. He made a motion with his hips swinging forward, his breath catching in his throat as the head slipped into her. She was so ready, so wet, that he slid right in. Lily felt like heaven, but her little sounds of pleasure were even more enticing as he filled her up with his cock.

James stopped kissing her again just to take in the way she looked under him. She was happy to sheath his whole dick, her legs dropping wider and knees bending further. Once he was fully inserted up to his balls, James stayed there, loving the odd sensation of it. He felt Lily constricting around him, her soft and hot pussy responding so well to his thick cock. He moved again, sliding against those welcome walls almost all the way out, before he went deeper with a more pointed motion.

“Oh.” Her gasp was one of pleasurable surprise, and then she got greedy.

James moaned at the feeling of Lily fluttering herself around his cock. She was doing it on purpose, clenching herself around him. Lily’s body was practically begging for another orgasm from him. He had only made her come with penetration once, he hoped he could do it again tonight. He grunted loudly as he sped up, rutting into her with such intensity that the bed underneath them was slamming into the wall by his headboard.

This was why they couldn’t have penetrative sex around anyone, and now, especially not after a full moon. His breathy pants were nothing short of animalistic. James fucked her harder and harder, until she was trying to meet every thrust, desperate for the feeling of coming undone.

“James.” She whimpered his name close to his ear like she was begging.

That was the final spark he needed. The world could’ve been burning as James met the brunt of his orgasm, unable to hold on with how long he’d already had with her. James proudly pumped his cum deep inside her with each shuddering thrust. The relief of release was so satisfying that his arms were shaking, but he knew it wasn’t over. He already wanted her again and he’d please her until he could go another round.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not done with you.” He promised as Lily continued to push herself up into him, desperate for that feeling of him thrusting deep again.

James didn’t waste a second before he was pulling out of her. He grinned as he started crawling backwards, until he was face to clit with her bright pink folds. In seconds, James had his tongue licking their shared desire from her wet skin. Lily lurched up straight, one of her hands back in his hair so that she could guide him.

James teased her clit with ease, attending to it with the tip of his tongue. He decided to try something he’d read over her shoulder in one of her smutty books. His nose pressed into her fine curls as his mouth covered her and then he sucked on her clit. He was rewarded for that action when her thighs squeezed at his head.

“James, yes! Yes, James! Just like that—oh God—you’re so fucking hot tonight. Oh God, I’m so—!”

She was praising him as her hips lifted in response to his suckling. James placed a hand on her outer hip, keeping her down as he continued until she was so close that she was begging with nothing but his name, over and over.

James!

It rang in his ears like bells but she still didn’t crash. They’d built up stamina over the last few months. Tonight it worked in his favor because he just wanted to keep hearing Lily sing his name.

James reached up with a hand so he could fondle her breasts, still covered by her nightgown. He ripped the shoulder down without even looking up. When he pushed the fabric over her heavy breast and latched his finger and thumb onto her perky nipple, Lily whimpered so loudly it sounded like she was about to cry.

“Good girl,” he said as he started wiggling his way back up to kiss her beautiful tits. “I want to put one of your breasts in my mouth, babe, so touch yourself for me.”

His mouth replaced his hand a second later and James’s tongue swirled around her lovely tit. Her nipple was rock hard, she was so stimulated, so perfect. Lily did as he had asked, absolutely spectacularly, might he add. He could feel her wrist against his side, twitching with the motions of a person fingering themselves.

“You know,” she laughed breathlessly, “the more I have sex with you, the more I think my smutty books can’t even get me off anymore.”

“That’s because you want me to be the one to fuck you,” he said, “don’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied, “I only want you.”

James was growing hard again. He could feel his gut clenching with anticipation but tried to ignore it. He wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. He’d go to the meeting with McGonagall in a few hours looking like hell, but this was so worth the loss of sleep.

“Mmmm—I love you. I love you. Oh, I’m so close, baby! So close.”

Encouraged by her talking, James kept flicking and swirling Lily’s nipple with his tongue. He was not giving up until he heard her cry out sharply and her hand between them stopped moving. It happened seconds later. James kissed down the plane of her chest, smug as he heard her catching her breath, then moved back up to her mouth.

Lily was spent, but he’d just gotten a second wind. James purposefully rubbed his dick on the inside of her thigh as Lily swore his name between grazed lips. He grunted into her tongue heavy kisses, feeling his balls grow heavy with the need to release again.

He wasn’t going to last much longer either.

James sat up and Lily protested until he was straddling on her knees. He stared down at her, pumping a fist in quick shirt bursts. Lily pushed at his hips a bit and he let up, watching as she rolled over. He kept jacking off his cock as he moved to the side, expecting to finish himself off alone. Instead, Lily lifted herself into a crouching position, her elbows digging into the pillows. Her perfect round arse was sticking straight up in the air.

“Please.” She begged, her voice muffled by his pillows.

Fucking hell, she’d be the death of him.

James stopped touching himself so he could come up behind her and grab her soft hips. His tip brushed against Lily’s backside, waiting for permission. He was rewarded when she ground her hips up in response. James pressed forward, and his cock slid into her for a second time that night.

James’s nose fell against Lily’s freckled shoulder blade. He bit down on the skin the second he smelled that blasted perfume, this time from the hair that hadn’t swung forward with his thrusts yet. She arched when she felt his teeth against her skin, like it pleased her to feet the sharp bite of his canines into her soft flesh.

“Aren’t you a vegetarian?” She huffed, but her tone was pleased.

“You smell so good. You taste good, too.”

“Just don’t break the skin, vampi—eye—ah. Oh my god, James!”

He’d thrusted eagerly and she cried out as he hit her right where he knew would make her body practically envelope his cock so tightly he’d be forced to stifle a gasp into her skin. He dragged his teeth (carefully) down her spine as he did it again. She hid a pleased cry in the pillows while he sat up to change the angle.

”You want me to come inside you again, baby?” He rutted his hips faster, their skin slapping together roughly. “You want my cum to fill you up? You want to make me come, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed, “oh, fuck yes!”

James was so mad with lust that he fisted her hair. Instead of being scared, because he’d never been that rough with her before, she leaned her neck back to let him take more if he wanted. James brought the ends of her fiery red locks to his nose, breathing in the smell that was so Lily. So fucking tempting. And all his.

Hyacinth.

Black current.

Honeysuckle.

James knew she must be touching herself again. Her walls were squeezing at his dick as if trying to suction him into place. Two more thrusts was all it took. James felt his balls tighten first and then he coated her insides with his primal satisfaction. He wanted himself on her outside too, so that she’d smell like that glorious perfume mixed with his own aroused scent. James pulled out, and without asking, let some of his cum shoot directly onto her pretty arching backside.

“James!” She complained, the second she felt the warm liquid start sliding down her spine.

“Oh, but babe,” he groaned as he watched the white liquid paint her freckled skin, “I’m so sorry. You just look so good for me. I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look.”

“Next time, ask.”

Could next time be right now? “I promise, baby.”

He coaxed her to sit back into her knees. His chest pressed into her back, his cum sticking to him as well. James reached around to play with her breasts and kiss her neck, trying to sooth her back into a steady rhythm.

“Are you too overstimulated?” He asked. She shook her head, no. “I’ll help you, then.”

Lily fell into his hold more and rode her own fingers. He watched greedily from behind, smelling her perfume, hearing her wet cunt slosh every time her fingers moved. He praised Lily again, his tongue tracing the outside of her ear until she pressed her free hand over her mouth to hide the muffled scream that let lose once she felt the tension break.

It took them both more than a few minutes to move again. James was pretty certain he was going to regret all this activity tomorrow when the transfiguration muscle pain flared. It was worth it though. She was worth it. James kissed Lily over and over as he cleaned her up using the previously discarded towel he’d walked in with.

Lily laid back once he was done cleaning up, letting him massage her legs, looking utterly angelic and happy. “I might just wait for you after every full moon.” She smirked down at him, her brow arching. “What even brought this on? I expected you to be too tired to even realize I was here.”

James grinned back as he worked on a spot by her knee. “How do I put this delicately?”

She snorted, kicking at him slightly. “Nothing about you is delicate. Ever.”

James lifted her knee so he could press a kiss to it before admitting, “Prongs—my animal form—is a deer.”

“I know that, dear.” She teased, sitting up so that they were eye to eye again. “What does that have to do with tonight’s behavior?”

“It makes my senses become more heightened,” he explained, “smell, touch, hearing…and…hormones.”

Something mischievous sparkled in her green eyes. “So the animal side of you is what made you act like a fucking barbarian tonight?”

He had the decency to look a little ashamed. “Yeah.”

He was worried she’d ask him to never do this again, but her hand cupped his cheek, making him keep eye contact.

“Listen to me very carefully. On the next full moon,” she said slyly, “I will be here, with you, for the holidays. I want you to come find me after you’re done being Prongs. I want you to look for me, using those heightened senses of yours. I’ll wear my perfume, a cloak, and nothing else. Not even this nightgown. And if you find me, wherever I may be, I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to look at you without blushing the rest of the week.”

He was buying her whatever she wanted for Christmas.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #jily smut #jily fic #jily fanfiction #jple

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tiffanytoms · 3 months ago

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New Story: Teach Me

Rating: E

Word Count: 6k

Summary: Lily sneaks her boyfriend James away from a party to eagerly ask him for a really big favor. Will he teach her how to give him a hand job? (Obviously, he's more than willing to fulfill her noble request.)

Thank you to the anon who asked me if I knew of any stories like this and inspired me! Hope I did it justice 🫶

One shot on AO3

Snippet:

She could stare at him and his adorable freckles all night. But alas, she had a mission. “So you gonna let me or not?”

James chuckled for a few seconds before sighing, looking up at the ceiling as he blissfully muttered, “I can’t believe this is my life now.”

He was doing it again. James Potter was saying sentimental crap that was making Lily Evans feel like she could rule the world. “What?” Even her question sounded like it was smiling.

“Evans. Thee Lily Evans is practically on her hands and knees, begging to suck my cock—”

“Merlin—”

“Oh no, don’t be shy now!” James joked. “It’s the hottest—”

“Shut up.”

“— thing I’ve ever seen. Ever dreamt I’d see, even.”

“You’re the worst.”

James pulled Lily back into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her frame before he kissed her temple. “Nah, don’t say that.”

#teach me #new story #jily smut #my stories #James potter #Lily Evans #anon asks #anon prompt #anon request #first time #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #young love #romantic smut

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kay-elle-cee · 4 months ago

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'O' for Outstanding || Read on ao3 || 1.2K || Rated E

A @jilymicro-oops using the prompt: Sofa

“You swot,” Lily teases, breath hitching as James’ fingers travel back down and brush against her waistband. “I’ve been standing in the doorway for ages waiting for you to look up. You’ve just been completely enraptured trying to figure out crossfunctional theory.” “Well, then.” James places a kiss on her stomach, honey-flecked eyes looking up at her through his lashes. “Allow me to make it up to you. I believe this swot scored an ‘O’ in my Pleasing Lily Evans N.E.W.T.s.”

#o for outstanding #jily #jple #*sigh*#it's more smut i'm sorry #james potter #lily evans #kelsey writes #jily smut

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dakogutin · 4 months ago

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hiiii i just binge read all your fics and obsessed is an understatement!!!

idk if u take requests but i had an idea and it’s driving me crazy i just had to put it somewhere.

okay so i thought of it while reading the fic in which remus and sirius hear each other in bed at night.

well…. james and lily share quarters when tnehre head boy and girl, i know they don’t share a room exactly, but i was thinking: with all their tension building up throughout the years, especially that year, one of them hearing the other even if it was so so quiet would drive them crazy and i’d love to see your interpretation of how it goes.

i really hope you consider writing this but if you don’t thank you so much for all you’ve given the fandom!

ive never been thanked for giving to a fandom🥹🥹thankyousosomuch!

havent written exclusively jily smut yet but this one's for you anon<3

[cw for cute plot but with very filthy m/f smut below cut]

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Head Boy and Head Girl. That was definitely one way to have her final year at Hogwarts, Lily thinks to herself. For one, she was forced to work with James Potter often. But the surprises didn't end there as she's progressively making sense of why James Potter became Head Boy.

In the first month she could still deny it, but with their rounds scheduled together, the endless meetings, and their regular check-in with Professor McGonagall, she can't avoid it anymore. James Potter was surprisingly and unfortunately... she shudders... responsible.

She tries-- very hard-- not to let anything show, especially knowing James Potter will run with any reaction he'll get from her. But the realisation hits her harder than a Hex sometimes. And it had been too much lately.

Like that time when they were deciding on which Prefect to assign on the fifth floor corridor. It's where their DADA professor had hidden a "secret special dark creature", and no one was permitted to use that floor for their own safety. The task of keeping that corridor empty fell on the Prefects. Lily had names ready, which included Lupin. She watched James' reaction and sure enough, he protested. He and his gang were always weirdly protective of that quiet Lupin.

"Davies can take Lupin's place."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "No one gets special treatment, Potter. I wouldn't have you use Lupin for whatever kind of mischief you otherwise reserved him for."

Potter held out his palms in the air and let out a small chuckle. "None planned, I'm afraid. Just that Davies is rather, how shall I call it..." He shrugs. "A bit of a pompous sod."

"And you'd rather have a pompous sod keep check of whatever dark creature is in there?"

"If the choice is either that or Peeves, Evans? Yep."

"What does Peeves have anything to do with this?"

As though he was waiting for that exact question, Potter leaned his head on the pillar as an arrogant grin on his face matched his tone. "Lupin is one of the few people who can go toe to toe with Peeves. There's Sirius, but he's out of the question. Not a Prefect and all that. Of course, I'm another option but I'll clearly be occupied, won't I?"

No words come to Lily. He was right. To think she was too caught up with the smaller picture of using Lupin to spite Potter.

"And," James adds, "Davies loves his authority. If anything, students passing by that floor wouldn't think twice in following what he says. While Lupin can help the first years get to their common rooms without being tormented by our resident poltergeist."

It's this point that Lily failed to contain the awe from her face.

"I know. I'm rather brilliant." James waggled his eyebrows.

She simply rolled her eyes in response then.

At present, she couldn't help but have all those other similar instances where James Potter surprised her of his maturity and dedication to his role fill her mind as she went searching for him. He just had to have Quidditch practice at the same time with their meeting, so now the task of passing him the minutes of meeting fell to her as Head Girl.

She could wait until tomorrow of course, but the thought of an unfinished business with James Potter didn't exactly sound appealing. She'd much rather be done with it as soon as possible.

The pitch was empty when she reached it. Practice must've been over. For a moment she dreaded the more complicated prospect of searching for James in the entire castle, but that was when she spotted Sirius Black.

"Where's your other half?" she demanded.

"Evans," he noted. "Good morning to you too." Then he proceeded his steps.

"Black, wait." Lily held out the paper. "Why don't you give him this."

He stared at it for a second, then glanced up to her. "I'm allergic to official documents. Sorry."

"Don't be an arse. I'm just asking you to pass it to him since you're attached at the hip anyways. And it would spare me the trouble of having to look for him."

"Do it yourself." Black grinned. "He's in the changing rooms, doodling the team's strategy like a proper swot."

Lily sighed. "Why can't you do it? Please," she added, begrudgingly.

Black shrugged, already walking off. "I'm not the Head Girl."

He was gone before she could even form a retort.

After dragging her feet to the changing rooms she found it as empty as the Quidditch pitch. Lily debated simply sending her owl, but in the end she decided against it since the Owlery is in yet another tower. She cursed Sirius Black in her head, dismissing this as some stupid prank. Honestly, why hadn't she expected that?

She then heard a distant noise. Someone was inside. Lily proceeded further and was about to call out Potter's name when she recognised the sound of water spraying down on tiled floors.

If this person really was Potter, he was in the middle of a shower.

Lily clamped her mouth shut and cursed Sirius Black again, retracting her steps as silently as possible.

As she turned for the exit she heard a noise from the shower. She thought it had been a hum-- that maybe James Potter was one of those people who sang while showering...

Except it was too faint and too guttural to be a hum.

When Lily heard the noise again, she was more than certain he wasn't singing. The noise shot right through her, leaving a shudder. She needed to leave. Now.

But as another soft moan echoed in the small room, Lily could distinctly tell it was indeed James Potter's raspy voice. And that just made everything worse.

Her face heated as it became harder to breathe. Suddenly all she could picture was James Potter-- just a few steps away-- completely naked, sopping wet... and touching himself. Her treacherous mind reminded her how he's always been showing off about his form and how he worked hard during the summer, plus with playing Quidditch all these years. The thought of that form he worked so hard on right now?

Lily swallowed, and that's when she realised her mouth was watering. She was mortified as much as she found herself frozen. Another moan slipped out from behind her, deeper and gruffer. And just like that her mouth wasn't the only thing that's wet.

She needed to go. She needed to go. She needed to go. "Fuck!" she hissed a whisper. This was wrong on so many levels.

One foot was out of the room when-- she dropped her wand.

Horrified, she didn't waste time picking it up and bolting out. She could only hope James Potter was... too busy... to have heard that.

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Lily stayed at a deserted hallway overlooking the Great Lake for Merlin knows how long just collecting herself, questioning her life choices, and wondering if she should Obliviate herself. The thing is, distraction was just about impossible. She'd find herself circling back to all those sinful thoughts, and those sounds.

A voice broke through her spiral. She jumped at the unexpectedness but failed to make out the words. Turning to face the person, her knees almost gave out to the sight of none other than James Potter. He was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, which only sculpted his indeed very fit form. Why? Wasn't his practice over? Hadn't he already showered? Why did he have to wear that now?

She stared at him for a while and she saw how he was still expecting a response. "What did you say?" she asked dumbly.

Hands shoved in his pockets and grinning slightly, he stepped closer. "I said, are you all right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" "Lily felt her breathing become unsteady once more and internally cursed herself. "And... why would you just come out of nowhere to ask me that? How did you even find me? What do you want?"

"Right," Potter chuckled. "You seem tense."

Lily took a deep breath. "I'm just tired. Look, I only meant to give you this." And finally, she was relieved from her task.

"Thanks, Evans." He said without sparing more than a second's glance at the paper.

"Sure." She then fixed her bag over her shoulder and walked past James Potter.

"Wa- where're you going?" He called behind her.

"Erm..." She hated that she didn't have an immediate reply. Anywhere was honestly better, with all those feelings she'd just shoved down already coming back to the surface as Potter looked at her with those round searching eyes. "My room."

"It's 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday."

"Your point being?"

Potter shut his mouth, whatever he wanted to say was left in his thoughts. "Nevermind."

"Okay... well, I'll see you around." Lily turned away once more.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

"The answer is still no, Potter."

He laughed. "Not that." He stepped closer again, taking away the distance Lily just made.

"What is it..." She could smell his aftershave this close.

His glasses were skewed as his eyes scanned her. For the first time Lily felt an impulse to fix it on his nose. "Have you been looking for me?" he asked.

Lily had no idea how to deal with a James Potter like this. He was speaking in a softer voice and he was giving her a gentler gaze. It was far from his usual loud and uncaring tone along with his brazen grin. "I was," she replied. "Just to give you that."

"Right. And you were at the Quidditch pitch?"

She didn't like where this was headed. "Yeah. You had practice, of course that's where I'd look." At that, he simply nodded. "Why do you need to know?" she challenged.

James Potter's grin was back. "Guess I'm just curious."

Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. "About what?"

He shrugged. "How long you can avoid what you know I'm talking about."

Lily decided to play his game. "What are you talking about?"

"Sirius told me he saw you," he said, stepping closer.

Lily held his gaze. "Oh? What else did he say?"

"That he told you where I was."

Nope. She couldn't do it. "Have you no shame?" Lily turned away, her cheeks heating up. "Whatever, okay. I didn't see anything."

Potter broke into a laugh. Of course he had no shame. "I didn't mean to make you... tense."

Still refusing to meet his face, Lily replied, "I'm perfectly fine."

"Evans," he called soflty, "I can tell your face is red."

"Maybe because this topic is largely inappropriate!"

"Alright, sorry," he said with another wave of chuckles. "I'm letting you go now."

Lily sighed in relief. "Thank you." She made one move to head off when Potter spoke once more.

"Just thought I'd let you know, I'd recognise your perfume anywhere."

There was just no way she was getting out of this unscathed. It became clear she should just stop resisting. Lily turned. "So, you knew I walked in."

Surprise was evident on Potter's face. Perhaps he expected Lily to walk away. "Not at first," he admitted.

"But you continued anyway." Lily took slow but consistent steps like a prowling cat, stopping right in front of Potter. He followed her every move with his gaze alone, half-lidded eyes trailed down to hers. "Would you do that if anyone else had walked in?" she added in a murmur.

Potter tilted his head. He had a dazed look, and his lips were parted. "You know I wouldn't."

Already this close, it didn't take much for their lips to meet in a kiss.

A shudder spread through Lily's skin in hearing a pleased but muffled sound from Potter. The thought of drawing more of those sounds from him filled her with dark anticipation. Big warm hands caressed her softly as she tugged on his hair. Too lost with the slick heat of James Potter's mouth, she gasped at the sudden solid brick of the wall against her back. James was crowding her there-- in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by and see.

"James..." she mumbled against his lips.

He responded with a groan, strong arms squeezing her. It was remarkably secure in his hold, and she could definitely feel his form. She took a self-indulgent moment to let her hands explore, never leaving his lips. From his sturdy chest to the narrowing of his waist. Merlin, she could do this for hours.

"Mmph..." James let out a deeper moan, and she felt it on her neck. "Lily..." His voice this close to her ear was nothing compared to hearing it in the shower. And for him to moan her name...

Lily's knees threatened to give out, and the certainty of being held firm by James almost convinced her. Instead, the palm on his chest pushed him until their lips were apart. "Not here," she whispered.

James stared at her for a while, still caught in a daze. She watched as her words settled in his mind, dilated pupils scanning her until they widened in realisation. Then, a smirk stretched his swollen lips. He looks as though the disbelief hasn't left him. That this really is happening. In all fairness, Lily couldn't believe it too.

"Wipe that stupid expression away and find us somewhere private, will you," she said with a chuckle.

His smirk stretched into a grin. "Yes, ma'am." He stole one last kiss before stepping back, pulling her with their linked hands.

James led them to an empty classroom. With a wave of his wand the lock clicked, and he was instantly back on her like a starved man, guiding her to the nearest desk. Lily welcomed every kiss before pulling his tight uniform over his head. "You found this room really quickly, huh." She couldn't help but notice.

"Hmm?" His shirt was now off, his hair was messier, and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose.

Finally, Lily fixed his glasses. "I just said, you seem to always know which places to look. You found me easily too, just earlier. I had to look for you for hours!"

Two blinks until he managed a response. "Oh." He shrugged. "Just... great sense of direction. May I?" he asked, glancing to the buttons of her shirt.

Lily gave him a look. "Since when were you a gentleman?" she said, then proceeded to unbutton herself. Much to her satisfaction, his eyes never left her hands.

"Since," he swallowed thickly, "since you bothered to find out."

"That doesn't make sense." Lily let her shirt fall from her shoulders and perched on the desk.

James' breaths were heavier. "No, it doesn't." His eyes stayed stuck on her breasts. He would lift his gaze to her eyes but they'd constantly fall back down. It was adorable.

With a fond smile straining her cheeks, Lily reached for James' hand and placed it on her left tit. "You can touch me, you know." She then pulled him closer, parting her legs to make space. "I want you to touch me."

A surprised laugh left James' throat. He bit his bottom lip, if only to contain his wide grin. "Fuck, Lily..." James surged forward into a desperate kiss, pressing down until Lily was lying back. Her skirt hitched up until it was now loosely around her waist. She could feel everything in this position, the most prominent being the erection against her own wetness, and the thrilling fact of being separated only by a few layers of clothing.

She bucked her hips impatiently, grinding against James. The groan she elicited from him went directly into her mouth. It's then she zeroed in on one goal. She needed to hear more.

While James' hands were otherwise engrossed with feeling up Lily's tits, she trailed hers downward, reaching for a buckle. James noticed with a gasp and pulled off to shoot her a look of pure want. Hooded eyes, heaving chest, and swollen lips curled into a grin. He was the image of a wet dream.

James watched as her deft fingers unbuttoned him, tugged his pants to pull out his hard cock. It fell right between her legs, sitting on top of the wet patch of her panties. Then, she stroked.

She was rewarded with a shaky moan from the man on top, his head dropped to rest on her neck as she found a rhythm. Right next to her ear, she could hear the shaky sighs and the small whimpers whenever she twisted her wrist just so. Then, an idea popped in her head.

"This was what you were doing in the shower?" she cooed.

"Oh, fuck..." he drawled before dissolving into a short laugh. He rocked his hips, aiding Lily's fist. It caused his cock to graze against her clit. She jolted in surprise just as a moan escaped her lips. "No," James continued, now gazing down at her. "This is infinitely better."

"James..." she whined, pleading. She didn't know what exactly, just that she wanted him to do something.

It's as though she flipped a switch in James' brain. He pulled up from lying on top of her, closed one hand around his cock and used his other to dip inside Lily's underwear, finally sliding his finger through her slick folds. Lily sobbed out a moan, her head falling back.

The finger stopped teasing and finally rubbed her clit. With Lily's mouth hanging open, she reconnected their lips until they swallowed each other's moans. Her hand that was still around his cock started jerking him off in time with his fingers. It prompted James to slip them inside her waiting hole and her other arm instantly flew around his shoulders, gripping tightly to ground herself from the whirlwind of pleasure.

They stayed in that perfect dance for a while as James' fingers tested different angles and eliciting different responses from Lily. When he found that delicious spot inside her, and she cried out from beneath him, he pulled out. Then, he got off her completely.

Before Lily could even form her protest, getting on her elbows to find exactly where he is, she was met with the sight of James getting on his knees between her legs. He delicately slid her knickers to one side-- then licked a stripe up her wet cunt.

Her head fell back down as she moaned hoarsely, a distant thought crossed her mind that hoped no one passed by this classroom, but it was quickly replaced by that same wave of arousal when she felt two fingers slip inside her again.

Just as she'd thought it couldn't get any better, James would moan-- and the vibrations went directly where his mouth kissed and sucked. It was too much.

"James!" She panted. "James, fuck, I'm... I think I'm go--" But James wasn't interested in helping her finish her sentence, speeding up his fingers, sucking harder, and moaning louder. She didn't stand a chance. Lily came in waves and waves, writhing in place as she was powerless to James' firm grip.

When the high subsided and she felt one with her body again, she didn't waste time pulling James up to his feet and smashing their lips to a heated kiss. Her hands crawled to his neglected cock, hot and leaking, and stroked him with all the intent to see him fall apart. His jaw fell slack and all he could do was turn into a mess of whimpers and groans.

A twitch in her hand told her he was close, and then he was coming a rope of hot white on her. It seemed forever that he recovered from his peak. "Fucking hell," he said after taking his first breath. "I don't think I came this hard in my life." He shook with laughter. The sight prompted a surge of emotion in Lily's chest that she couldn't help but drag him back into a long kiss.

The only coherent thought in her head was this couldn't be the last time this happened. "Ask me again, Potter," she said breathlessly, fixing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

It took him a long while to figure out what she wanted him to say, until finally, he grinned. "Lily Evans, will you go on a date with me to Hogsmeade?"

She mirrored his grin. "I'd go on a date with you wherever, James Potter."

The elation on his face could light up the entire castle on Christmas day. He let out one huff of laughter before collapsing on top of her and drowning her in kisses.

#letsgoo my first cishet smut #this is me breaking free from the chains of writers block #jily #jily smut #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #my fic

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jamesunderwater · 4 months ago

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A Little Risk - a jily microfic

@jilymicrofics - july 4th: storage - words: 998 - rated E for smut - written for @charmsandtealeaves's birthday. Happy birthday!! Hope you enjoy the smut ;)

They didn’t mean to end up shagging in a storage shed at Remus’s birthday.

They really didn’t mean to get caught.

“James,” Lily moaned, her neck rolled to the side, relishing the feeling of James’s heavy breath in her ear. Her dress had been shoved against her waist, the thin material of her panties pushed aside in their haste to come together. As he pressed her against the dirty metal wall, James held one of Lily’s thighs in a firm grip against his waist, while his other hand squeezed around her opposite hip. His pants clung around his flexed thigh muscles as he buried himself inside of her and rocked against the back of her walls.

James took the lobe of her ear between his lips, suckling the soft skin as his hips continued to roll. Soon, he moved down to the sensitive spot just below her ear, and flicked his tongue softly against it until he heard Lily’s breath turn shallow. Taking the skin between his teeth, he sucked hard, grinning as Lily’s groans vibrated against his lips. As he trailed his mouth down her neck to the base of her throat, James pulled his cock back, tauntingly slow, until he was nearly all the way out of her. He kissed her throat, rolling his hips in a circle but refusing to slip back inside her, until Lily began to whine. Then, with sudden, gruff force, he pulled her toward him and plunged his full length deep inside of her again, and Lily let out a strangled moan.

James increased his speed, pulling halfway out of her before thrusting forward again, over and over, his dick brushing against her dripping panties, driving them both mad. “Harder, James,” Lily demanded, pushing a hand down the collar at the back of his shirt. She dug her nails into his skin and pulled upwards, and James let out a sharp moan. Her other hand reached up into his hair and tugged on a fistful of locks as she whined, “Please, James, harder – I need more – I need more of you…”

“Fuck, Lily,” James responded with a desperate groan and slammed into her. Lily cried yes as he obliged her request. Murmuring her thanks, she pulled her hand out of his shirt and reached down, fumbling to get around the fabric of her dress. Finally, she found her pulsing clit. James’s length, slick with her juices, grazed her finger with each roll of his hips, as Lily began rapidly flicking over the sensitive spot. “Yes,” James praised her. “Touch yourself, baby. I wanna feel you come around me.”

Lily whimpered at his words, all of her attention drawn to the building pressure in her core. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, barely above a whisper.

James felt her begin to clench around him and increased his pace, pressing his length against the spot he knew drove her most mad. “Lily,” he said her name like he was in awe of her as he pulled his head back to watch her. She was gorgeous, her head rolled back, mouth hanging open, eyes closed, as she touched herself unabashedly. When she suddenly moaned his name and squeezed harder, James’s own pleasure swelled.

Lily’s nails drew specks of blood as she dragged them hungrily over his skin, her entire body tensed, ready to burst. She was dizzy with the sensation of him inside of her, the way he pushed all the way to the very back of her, how he knew the exact points to reach for to build her pleasure even faster. She could never have enough of him. “Yes, James,” Lily managed to breathe as he pulled out again. She felt her orgasm reaching its peak… “I’m going to come, baby, I’m going to–”

Lily came undone as he pushed into her again, filling her completely. “Oh my god, James!” she cried, her pleasure exploding, pulsing out from her core to her stomach and her legs until she was weak. Dropping her hand from her clit she grasped at his side and screamed, “Harder!” as she convulsed around him.

James’s orgasm built rapidly as he watched Lily lose herself completely, the pressure of it distracting him from his rhythm. He pressed his body against hers and pushed as deep inside of her as he could go, rocking faster to heighten her orgasm. His eyes rolled back as she suddenly squeezed around him hard, and he could feel her walls pulsing against him, driving him to the brink. James managed to thrust in and out of her twice more before choking out his own strangled cry, losing his rhythm altogether. He poured into her as their bodies shuddered against one another, only the wall of the shed against Lily’s back to support them.

Neither of them spoke as their breaths came in rapid, shallow gasps, the heat of the shed suddenly a heavy weight against their sweating bodies. James’s grip on Lily’s thigh loosened, and Lily leaned forward, wrapping both her arms around his neck and pulling him toward her. She was trailing kisses along the salty skin of his neck when the metal door screeched open and someone yelled, “Bleeding boggarts – are you joking?”

James recognized the voice immediately and groaned, too lust-drunk to deal with this. “Pads! Just–we’ll be out in a minute!”

“The number of sodding times I’ve had to see your arse cheeks, Potter–” Sirius grumbled, “Next time it better be Lily’s bum on display!”

Lily made an appalled squeak as he shoved the door closed with a metallic thud.

James sighed and rested his forehead against his wife’s shoulder. Lily huffed a laugh and ran a hand across the nape of his neck, her fingers curling softly into the ends of his damp hair. When James’s head had finally quit spinning, he chuckled into the quiet. “We really do get caught a lot, don’t we?”

Lily laughed, still a little breathless. “Eh,” she replied. “What’s life without a little risk?”

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missgryffin · 9 months ago

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What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed? A @jilymicro-oops using all the @jilymicrofics prompts from May and July 2023. Special shout-out to the lovely and talented @constancezin, whose artwork meshed perfectly with this extended version and inspired some of its set-up (you'll see! 😉). 9k words, rated E.

Happy love day, friends! Please enjoy this tooth-rottingly fluffy smut as my valentine to all of you 😘💘🍫💝

Read Accidental Magic on AO3.

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yallthemwitches · 1 month ago

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A Needed Distraction

Lily finds a better way to pass the time in class.

Day 4 of Kinktober! Prompt: Toy under clothing.

AO3 link here! As always NSFW!

“The goblin rebellion lasted for 200 years until Hangar the Horrid…”

Lily could feel her eyes glazing over. There was really no need for Professor Binns to be so boring—-was he like this when he was alive? At the very least he could change his tone of voice every once in a while…

Under the table, she felt a leg brush up against hers, once, twice, not even attempting to be subtle. Lily side-eyed her neighbor. James didn’t look up from his paper but a smile flashed past his lips and she felt another push of his knee against her leg.

It was relatively new, her and him. She made herself feel better by saying she never intended for them to escalate so quickly, that it had just happened naturally. She really had needed transfiguration lessons at the time and he was always so carelessly good at it…

She could feel his leg press flush against hers now. It felt warm and familiar, like all the times she ended up in his lap when their tutoring sessions fell to the wayside for more baser interests. She tried not to think about how his hands would burn a path up her thighs, circle around to cup her ass in a way that made her squeal, a hand wandering into her knickers between them.

Merlin, she needed to think about something else.

“The goblin collective named Hangar a Martyr causing—-“

A hand, warm and calloused splayed over her mid-thigh, fingertips lightly pressing into her bare skin. She snapped her head to face him but he stared up at professor Binns, feigning interest. He must have felt her gaze on him because his pointer finger wiggled against her, a clear sign of greeting.

She considered moving his hand, maybe even making a big show of disgust. The problem was, as much as she hated to admit it, she didn’t want him to stop. She knew he was toying with her, Potter always needed to test the limits, but this—this felt torturous.

His hand slid to curl into the inner part of her thigh. A new memory appeared, blacking everything around her: a dark hallway, back flushed against a wall, him on his knees, sliding his hands up her legs to crawl under her skirt—-

She wiggled in her seat, the dampness of her knickers now becoming an issue.

Ah Christ—-fuck it.

What was she supposed to do? Take it lying down?

She looked back up at professor Binns, mirroring James’ fake interest. Dropping her quill, she slid her hand under the desk. She heard James breath hitch as she started down by his knee, using her fingers to skim against his leg all the way up to his thigh. Pausing for a moment to press her fingers into his pant leg, she looked over to see if he had made any sort of reaction before continuing her path up his leg, finally finding his groin.

That got his attention.

He doubled over slightly, letting out a strangled whimper that turned some of the heads of their neighboring classmates. Under the table, he grasped her hand, holding it against him as a clear warning. He hardened underneath her and she molded her fingers to the new outline under his pants.

He looked at her but she continued to focus forward. From the corner of her eye she could tell his breathing was getting faster, chest rising and falling in waves.

When he released her hand, she continued her path, traveling higher to his belt and tugging lightly to not make it clank at the movement. James hand found her thigh again, but this time gave quick, rapid squeezes in warning.

“Quit it, Potter. I’m trying to focus.”

She gave him a pointed look as her hand popped open his belt and button. His eyes were blown out, frantic, and some part of her felt a satisfaction to see James out of control for once.

“Lily—“

She felt relentless. She knew she should probably stop, but it was all too easy. He was melting under her, completely defenseless to her antics.

Her hand slipped under his waistband feeling the trail of hair that she loved to kiss down during their tutoring sessions. Reaching the base of his cock, it twitched from anticipation. She stilled her hand.

“Focus Potter,” she whispered. He hadn’t stopped looking at her since his button opened, mouth open and eyes hooded, clearly in conflict with himself.

“Ask to go to the toilets,” his words were pleading,” I’ll follow you in five—“ but his voice caught in his throat. She grabbed him around the base, squeezing tight. A small groan escaped his lips.

“No—I’m rather keen to learn about Haggard the—-“

“Fuck…Evans.”

Her hand slid up and down his length, careful not to make too much movement from the elbow up and cause attention from the surrounding classmates. James curled his body forward, eyes now squeezed shut with cheeks flushed, focusing all his energy to not make noise or to come or both.

“Lily—merlin—-I am not going to last—-“

She gave him a cool look,eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on her face.

“What was that? Wow—you don’t look so good, you feeling sick?”

She pumped to the crown of his cock and rubbed her thumb into the precum that dripped out. He was on the edge, clenching his mouth shut with all of his willpower.

“Try not to be so loud, baby. You will ruin my concentration.”

His eyes shot open, body going slack, a soft whine held back by gritted teeth. She felt her hand become warm and slick, continuing the pace of her strokes as she used his release to ease her movements.

If he was in pleasure or in pain, she couldn’t really tell. He took a few haggard breaths, the first time he had dared to open his mouth since sensing his climax. She removed her hand and worded a cleaning spell, the least she could do for torturing him.

“Merlin Fuck—“

He was able to get his pants refastened just in time for dismissal. Lily stood up, ignored the damp feeling between her legs and walked towards her next class like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

A hand curled around her forearm. James stood crazed, eyes still wide and cheeks ruddy. He pulled her into him, a bold move with so many people to witness it. He leaned his face down to her ear, speaking quickly with a graveled voice.

“Don’t you think for a second I won’t repay the favor Evans. Lunch—-you sit next to me and I will make it so you can’t be quiet.”

Lily started away again, reacting much like she would if he had asked her about the weather or a class assignment.

“We’ll see about that, Potter—but I’ll look forward to it.”

With that she continued down the corridor, leaving James to watch her as she went.

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