#jily smut

[yallthemwitches]

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

Wow! This one was a long time coming! I turned this into my James Potter bday fic! Here it is--sorry for the incredibly long wait!

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A menace. That’s what she had called him yesterday when he had pushed her up against one of the wooden beams under the quidditch stands. “You’re going to be the death of me,” she had said, her hands easily undoing the drawstring of his quidditch trousers. “You’re going to be the death of me because I could shag you everyday for the rest of my life and still not be satisfied. You’ve fucking broken something in me.” After, when the roar of the crowd above them had drowned out the sound of her screaming his name, he’d told her it was the best early birthday gift he could have imagined. “Tell me again,” he had replied, coming down from his own release but not ready to pull away, “Fuck, Evans. Tell me again, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it a reality.”

[constancezin]

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)

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Jily x Gn!Reader {Blurb}

Jily x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist

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.

[juniperpyre]

part of my wants to post this bit of smut for like. a few chapters forward (not sure where yet) in somewhere on lsd. bc it's so so so good imo i never read back my smut just for the purpose of reading smut but i keep reopening the file just for this bit. and like very in character jily if i do say so myself but that's a big spoiler! so idk

[petals2fish]

Summary: Lily's devout Catholic mother makes an unexpected visit to her flat, triggering a high-stakes game of "hide the boyfriend" as Lily scrambles to smuggle James out undetected. Happy Smutty Saturday (With a Plot) for my Sleepover Saturday babes!! READ ON A03 (E)

"I love waking up next to you," James Potter's voice was deep, sultry even. "Especially when you're missing your knickers."

Lily Evans felt her toes curl into the rumpled bed sheets. 

James's fingers on his left hand dug into her thigh, leaving half-moon nail indentations. The fingers on his right hand were currently between her legs. Lily wasn’t complaining. This had been a wonderful way to be urged awake, but she honestly wished it was his mouth and tongue, instead of his fingers. 

“Get on with it.” She was moody when she woke up. His fingers stilled. “Fuck, James.”

“Be nice.” He demanded, hazel eyes flickering up at her through his ebony curls. 

“James.” She protested, wiggling her hips. 

She felt him remove his fingers and she shoved her chin down to glare at him. She licked her lips as James brought the glistening digits to his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, tasting her arousal, before closing his lips over his fingers and sucking gently. James then sank onto his knees between her splayed legs while he teased her. 

Damn him. 

Lily drew her knees up so that her heels were planted into the mattress and her knees bent to the sides. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and saw they’d slept in to ten after eleven. It was a wonder she wasn’t hungry for anything more than James eating her out. 

Not that she wouldn't kill for a deep fried hash brown right about now. 

 James drew her thoughts from deep fried anything. Lily laughed through a grunt as he pulled her left leg up so that it hooked over his broad shoulder. Her sigh of relief was evident as her other leg joined the first. She hummed eagerly as James lowered himself until his elbows were digging into her mattress and his nose was brushing against her private curls.

“Say please.” He grinned, eyes flickering up to look at her from between her legs. 

“Please,” she tried to shift her hips so she was closer to his inviting mouth. “Please, James.”

“Are you sure,” his breath was hot against her thigh. His teeth dragged along her skin. 

“Please,” she wiggled, desperate for friction after his fingers had left her feeling edged. "Just get on with it."

“What do you need?” He was being agonizingly slow and annoying this morning.

Not a great combination for her without coffee in her system. 

“James.” She was impatient, always had been, always would be. “This isn’t hot. It’s annoying. So, fuck me now, or let me out of bed so I can eat breakfast.” 

"Annoying the absolute hell out of you is a love language I'm fluent in," James declared before rewarding her with one lick of his tongue—that totally missed the spot she wanted. She gave a loud protesting sigh and he laughed into her damp skin. "See?"

She let out a laugh at his response, her entire body shaking with the force of it as she reached down to tug on his curls. "I can get myself off faster than this!” She chastised. 

James only grinned wider, shifting his weight forward so his chin now rested just below her navel. "Want to flip?" he suggested, his voice dripping with sultry fun. “I’m a good ride—or so I hear.” 

Lily kept laughing, though she batted at his cheek in mock protest with flippant fingers. "It’s already eleven, Dear, and you need to meet Padfoot so we can finally figure out what to get him for Christmas."

James groaned dramatically, dropping his forehead against her belly. She felt him breathe in deeply, his chest contracting and expanding between her legs. He acted as if he were inhaling the pure scent of her–which–he probably was. The freak. But he was her freak.  

"I'd rather stay here." He said as he peppered kisses along her bare skin, his tongue dipping into her belly button playfully. 

"Of course you would," she teased, running her fingers through his messy hair lovingly. 

"Why am I seeing Sirius again today?" he complained. "It's our only day alone to do what we want." 

"Because we are not half-assing Sirius’s gift again this year." Lily arched her back when one of James's fingers slipped back inside of her. "James, he’s going to get us something amazing, and we’ll end up giving him another boring jumper or—Merlin forbid—another gift card. We cannot repeat last year."

James made an indignant noise against the curve of her hip and slipped another finger in, making. her curse. "Our gift card last was thoughtful! He loves The Three Broomsticks!"

Lily managed a deep breath before stating, "he got us a bloody trip to the Isle of Skye, James. And we--we--right there."

"We what, love?" James pretended to not notice her leg fall off one of his shoulders.

"We gave him a certificate for free pints." She said as the second leg fell and she started digging her heels in to lift her hips into James' touch. 

"He doesn’t care," James argued, rolling back into a kneeling position as he swirled his thumb over her clit. "He's never been big on gifts, he just wants the quality time. Me? I prefer both."

Lily climaxed, her fists curling into the pillow her head was resting on. James didn't stop touching her, not until her hips had stopped their desperate movements. Lily kept her eye closed, breathing slowly going back to normal. James fell back between her legs, resting his chin on her belly. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her lovingly with his big brown eyes. 

"I love you." He murmured. 

"I love you, too." Lily’s expression softened, her gaze lingering on him with quiet affection. With a gentle touch, she cupped his chin, tilting his face back toward hers so she could lose herself in the warmth of his deep eyes. "I know Sirius is not great at receiving gifts," she murmured, her voice laced with certainty. "But still... just once, I want to surprise him the way he always surprises us."

Before James could respond, the sharp buzz of the apartment intercom cut through the quiet morning, making them both jump. He let her push him aside, the only reason he even fell to the mattress with an exaggerated huff. Lily swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet finding the cool wooden floor, and listened as the buzzer rang again—persistent, insistent.

She tiptoed toward the door, her fingers already reaching for the intercom, only for James to whistle low behind her.

"Nice view, Evans," he teased, his voice thick with need.

Lily ignored him, rolling her eyes as she pressed the intercom button. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Morning?"

A familiar voice crackled through the speaker, bright and unmistakable. "Hullo, darling! Mind letting me in?"

Lily stiffened, her blood running cold. "Mum?" she choked out, glancing over her shoulder just in time to see James freeze—then immediately start scrambling, diving onto the floor in search of his clothes.

"What are you doing in London so early?" Lily asked, panic creeping into her voice. She wasn’t supposed to see her mother—or Petunia, for that matter—until much later.

"Oh, it was only a quick sixty-minute train ride once I got to Surrey," her mother replied breezily, as if she hadn’t just sent Lily’s morning into complete chaos. "And your sister was already off at work, so I thought—why not surprise my little Lily with a lovely day of shopping? Then we can take the train to Surry together for dinner.” 

Lily’s hand hovered uncertainly over the unlock button as she turned, heart pounding, to take in the absolute disaster unfolding behind her. James—half-naked and thoroughly panicked—was scrambling to retrieve his shirt from under the bed, his movements rushed and uncoordinated as he yanked at the stubborn fabric.

Talk about surprises.

Forcing a tight smile, Lily pressed the intercom button again. "Wonderful," she lied smoothly, forcing the word through her teeth. "I’ll, uh—meet you downstairs and—"

"Nonsense!" her mother cut in, far too chipper for the ungodly hour. "I figured you might still be sleeping in—seeing as you haven’t gotten a proper job yet, or whatever it is witches do in their free time—so I brought breakfast from Maccies!"

Lily inhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the intercom box as if that would somehow stabilize the situation. Behind her, James let out a muffled snort—half amusement, half sympathy—before hurriedly pulling his shirt over his head.

"Brilliant," Lily muttered under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut as if she could will herself into another dimension—preferably one where her mother wasn’t standing outside her building with a bag of McMuffins and a direct link to the church priest who already thought Lily was advocating for the Devil because he saw her come home in robes once. 

With a deep sigh, she lifted her finger from the intercom and turned to assess the chaos behind her. James, now somewhat clothed, had tossed his cloak over his Muggle jeans and rumpled t-shirt, looking like a wizard attempting (and failing) to go undercover in the real world. She arched a brow at him.

"Where’s your invisibility cloak?" she asked, tilting her head.

James blinked at her. "Not here. Left it back at my place for Sirius to borrow if he needed it."

Lily let out a strangled groan and dropped her forehead against the wall with a dramatic thud. Of course. Of course, James had forgotten the one thing that could have saved them from impending mum lectures.

Her mother couldn’t know he was here. Absolutely not. James and Lily weren’t married. In fact, they weren’t even engaged yet, because James—ever the sentimental—was holding off on asking her father until Christmas, like some sort of gentleman. She had his parents to thank for his ancient views on asking permission to marry her. She didn’t bloody care, but James cared enough to refuse to even let her see the ring he planned to propose with. 

Meanwhile, Lily’s parents were very Catholic. The kind of Catholic that thought hand-holding should require a chaperone and that premarital sex was the express train to eternal damnation. Honestly, even if they were married, her mother would still clutch her pearls and act as though Lily had personally set fire to the family name. The disappointment had started long before this moment—before James, even. It had begun when Lily hadn’t secured a proper job straight out of school, when she had chosen independence over stability, when she had decided that scraping by in a tiny London flat was better than moving in with James to avoid lectures from her parents.

The number of times she slept over at his place meant the money for this place was sinking her small savings, all for priorities sake, and James staying over last night had been a way to make up for it. James was trying to convince her break her lease and just move in with him, but that would have meant explaining to her parents why she wasn’t at her old apartment anymore…and giving her parents the Potter’s address where James lived. 

And now? Now, her mother was standing outside, mere seconds from climbing those stairs and finding James here, instead of at the old guesthouse on his parents sprawling property in Wales. Lily could already see it: her mother’s wide-eyed horror, the audible gasp, the dramatic crossing of herself as though Lily had invited the devil in for tea, the onslaught of pointed questions laced with judgment.

She peeled her forehead off the wall and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to think. Alright. She was going to have to be smart about this.

James, ever unbothered, just tucked his hands lazily into the pockets of his jeans. "What’s the plan?"

Lily’s gaze darted around the studio flat. It was painfully small, barely large enough for one person, let alone a secret boyfriend in need of a hiding spot. There was no closet, no alcove, no convenient shadows to slip into. The only possible refuge was the bathroom—except what if her mother needed to use it after traveling all morning? The last thing she needed was her mum opening the door to find James awkwardly standing in the shower.

“If she sees you here she’s going to blow up,” Lily warned James.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked. 

Lily’s green eyes flickered toward the single cracked window overlooking the communal yard below. "Climb out the window," she said decisively.

James blinked at her like she was smoking dragon balls. "We’re on the third floor."

Ignoring his skepticism, Lily grabbed James’s wrist and yanked him toward the window. "There’s a fire escape, look!"

James pried the window open further and leaned out, peering down at the supposed "escape route." Sure enough, a thin, rusting ladder was bolted precariously to the side of the brick building, its corroded metal rungs quivering slightly in the breeze. He turned back to her with a deadpan look.

"That thing could pop off the wall the second I put one foot on it."

Lily waved a dismissive hand. "Safer than facing my mother, trust me." Then, without hesitation, she shoved him lightly toward the opening. "Go. Once you clear my wards, about three feet down, you’ll be able to Apparate."

James grumbled under his breath as he swung one leg over the windowsill. "This is exactly why I should have been included in the Apparition charm loophole."

"Shut up and move," she hissed, already pivoting on her heel and launching herself back across the cramped flat. She catapulted over her bed, nearly toppling a precarious stack of books in her scramble, and skidded to a stop in front of the door. With a quick breath, she reached for the intercom, her mother no doubt standing impatiently outside, wondering what on earth was taking Lily so long to answer.

She pressed the button and forced a bright, chipper tone. "Come on up, Mum!"

"Uh, Lil—" James's voice floated in from the window.

"Stop wasting time," she snapped, spinning to glare at him. "She’s on her way up here!"

James, still perched on the windowsill, legs straddling either side, was grinning like an absolute menace.

"Lily, you’re still naked."

Her stomach plummeted. She glanced down. Oh, for Merlin’s sake. She wasn't wearing anything, thanks to the boy in the window meticulously undressing her the night before. Her underwear, she noted, was still missing. Heat rushed to her face as James’s grin stretched wider, eyes twinkling with barely contained amusement.

"Put some clothes on, or she’ll be really concerned as to why you’re sleeping butt-naked in the winter with the window open," he teased.

Lily let out a furious curse, diving toward her trunk and yanking out the first thing she could grab—a wrinkled sundress. James, entirely unhelpful, remained exactly where he was, smirking at her from the window as she struggled to tug the fabric over her head.

"I like that dress," he remarked casually. "Hugs every curve." 

"GO!" she shrieked, her voice muffled by the dress as she fought her way into it.

"I’m enjoying the view," he mused, making absolutely no effort to escape. “Your tits look fantastic this morning, by the way.”

“James Fleamont Potter!”

“There's a hicky on your neck, by the way." He was clearly enjoying this. "How will you explain that to her?" 

"My boyfriend's addicted to sucking my neck?"

Lily finally yanked the dress down past her face, her red hair a wild, tangled mess. She barely had time to shove it out of her eyes before rounding on James, pointing an accusatory finger at him like she was moments away from turning him into a toad.

He, naturally, grinned at her. Sheepishly. Or rather, arrogantly, the way only James Potter could manage.

"I'm actually addicted to you sucking my dick," he offered, utterly bemused. 

"Go!" she hissed, her hands grabbing the closest sweater, one of his old quidditch ones. 

It was something she'd stolen from him a long time ago; it still smelled like him. She looped her arms through the stitched wool, breathing in the scent of him. Lily saw James' pleased look when her head reappeared and she started pulling the fabric so the words 'POTTER' fell across her shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something stupid but she shook her head at him in warning. Instead, he started undressing her with his eyes. 

Oh, for Merlins--

"Do you know how hot it is to know you're knickers-less under that dress," he drawled, resting his elbow casually on the windowsill. "And wearing my sweater?" 

"James, not now!" She pleaded. 

"Are you annoyed with me? Or just turned on."

"Both."

With his free hand—the one not clinging to the rusted railing of the fire escape like his life depended on it—he blew her a dramatic, theatrical kiss.

Lily felt her cheeks go red. "You wait until I can get my hands on you, I’ll—"

"Lily, who on earth are you talking to?"

Lily froze.

The apartment door clicked open.

Her stomach dropped straight through the floor.

She spun around just in time to see her mother step into the flat, looking thoroughly unimpressed as she wrestled with an overstuffed travel bag in one hand and—oh, sweet merciful Merlin—two McDonald’s brown bags in the other.

McDonald’s.

Lily hadn't had Maccy D’s in ages. She was already mentally calculating the likelihood of being allowed to scarf down both bags by herself when—

CLANG!

A sharp, metallic bang echoed from behind her, followed by what sounded suspiciously like someone scrambling for their life.

Lily’s eyes went wide.

James.

Had he actually managed to escape in time? Had he fallen to his death? Was he clinging to the fire escape like some kind of panicked feral cat? Horrified, she whipped back toward the window, already frantically piecing together an excuse—Yes, Mum, that’s just the neighborhood ghost—but…

Gone.

Not a trace.

No idiot dangling from the fire escape, flailing like a cartoon character in the middle of a botched heist. No half-smirk hovering just outside the window, winking at her as if he hadn’t just come this close to ruining her life. No disheveled mess of a boyfriend scrambling for dear life like a cat that had misjudged a jump.

Vanished. 

Disappeared. 

Her favorite mischievous poltergeist.

And somehow—somehow—in the mere seconds it had taken for him to flee for his life, James had managed to work actual magic.

Her apartment, previously a crime scene of clutter and chaos, now looked… respectable.

The usual faint scent of his aftershave? Gone. The crumpled sheets from their morning lie-in? Smoothed out, looking borderline hotel-worthy. The sink full of dirty dishes she’d been studiously ignoring for days? No longer a tragic monument to her avoidance of responsibility. Instead (and this was the real kicker) it was now filled with an extravagant arrangement of fresh-cut flowers.

Lily’s eye twitched. James was showing off.

She’d have to remind him later to transfigure the roses back into plates. As beautiful as they were, she did actually need something to eat off of.

"Are you alright, dear?"

Lily’s spine snapped straight. She turned back toward her mother, who was now watching her with the sharp gaze of someone who knew their child was up to something. The older woman set the McDonald’s bags down on the tiny kitchen counter with a heavy thud, eyeing Lily like she was confused.

Lily forced a bright, completely natural smile. "Yep! Totally fine!"

Her mother’s eyes narrowed.

Lily gestured vaguely at the flowers. "Look! Roses! Did you see the flowers?"

Her mother slowly turned to look at the bouquet in the sink.

A pause.

A long, heavy pause.

Lily could practically hear the gears turning in her mother’s head. The skepticism was radiating off her in waves, the kind only a mother could master after years of catching their child in various acts of mischief.

Then, in a voice that was far too casual to be actually casual, her mother asked, "Was your boyfriend here?"

"No!" Lily blurted out so fast and so forcefully that it would have been more believable if she had screamed it while setting herself on fire. She hastily smoothed her red curls over both sides of her neck to hide the hicky James had noticed (and made). 

"Why are you acting so strange?"

Lily laughed a little too loudly. "Weird? Ha! Hah! Honestly, Mum, what a funny question! Me? Weird? Noooooo." She waved a dismissive hand, as if to physically shoo the idea away. "I, um—I picked those myself! Yes! For a, uh… potion! A potion, which I am making! For… a friend! I'm just happy you're here! Sorry, if I'm weird?"

Her mother’s eyebrow lifted in the way—the way that said she had successfully raised a liar and a fool, and she was deeply unimpressed by both.

"Hm," was all she said.

Then, with the kind of deliberate, slow movement that made Lily’s palms sweat, her mother reached forward and plucked one of the long stems from the sink, bringing it to her nose. She inhaled deeply, nodding in approval.

"Well, they are lovely," she said, rolling the stem between her fingers. "I didn’t know you had such a talent for floral arrangements."

Lily pressed her lips together into what she hoped was a serene, dignified expression and not the manic, panicked grimace of a woman unraveling.

"Oh, yeah," she squeaked. "Big flower person. Always have been. Obsessed, really. Can’t get enough of ‘em."

Her mother hummed in vague acknowledgment, setting the rose down carefully before reaching into a McDonald’s bag. "And you said you’re using them in a potion?"

"Yep!" Lily chirped, already regretting everything.

Her mother gave her a long, knowing look before casually asking, "Do you make potions for a job now?"

Lily seized the opportunity to do something with her hands, ripping open one of the McDonald’s bags as if her life depended on it. The glorious, greasy scent of an Egg McMuffin and some questionable hash browns hit her like a comforting wave of processed salvation. Good. Distractions. Distractions were good.

She shouldn't be so nervous!

She was an adult. 

Why was her mother so infuriatingly guilt-inducing without even saying anything?

Lily plucked a hash brown from the bag, stuffing nearly half of it into her mouth before answering, crumbs spilling onto James' sweater in the process. "No job yet," she said around the mouthful, waving the hash brown vaguely. "But it’s only been a few months since I graduated, and I’ve been assured the department I want will be taking apprentices soon."

Her mother made a noise that was somewhere between polite acknowledgment and deep, maternal skepticism. "Mhm. And which department is this again?"

Lily swallowed, wiping a few stray hash brown crumbs off her dress. "The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

Her mother snorted. Actually snorted, as if Lily had just announced she was training to become a nun. "You? Help with magical catastrophes?"

Lily scowled. "Why'd you say it like that?"

Her mother didn’t even hesitate. "Because you have a thing about you," she said, reaching over to steal a McMuffin from the bag as if this was just an unfortunate fact of life. "The kind of thing that should come with a warning sign that says: ‘I will, at some point, commit at least three minor felonies before breakfast.’"

Lily gasped, placing a hand over her chest. "I would not!"

Her mother, unimpressed as ever, arched a single, perfectly penciled brow. "Lily, I’ve known you since you were a baby. You are a walking embodiment of magical accidents and catastrophes. Last year, you accidentally turned my favorite teacup into a toad. A very large toad. Right in Petunia’s hand."

Lily opened her mouth, then closed it.

Okay. Fair point.

She shoved the rest of the hash brown into her mouth in protest, chewing aggressively.

"And," her mother continued, plucking another fry from the bag like a woman on a roll, "need I remind you of the unfortunate incident with our Christmas tree when you were sixteen?"

Lily groaned. "That was ages ago."

"It was also on fire," her mother deadpanned. "And not in the festive way."

Lily dramatically tossed her head back. "That was one time!"

Her mother hummed knowingly, chewing on a fry. "And the bathtub—"

"Okay!" Lily threw up her hands in exasperation. "Maybe I have a slight history of—occasional—mishaps. But that just means I have firsthand experience with magical accidents! Which makes me perfect for the department!"

Her mother inhaled deeply through her nose, the universal signal for I am deeply skeptical but too tired to argue. She reached for her McMuffin, unwrapping it with delicate precision. "Just promise me you won’t set anything on fire or turn something your sister is holding into a toad tonight, okay?"

Lily stuffed the last of her hash brown into her mouth and muttered around it, "I promise. But only because you brought me McDonald’s."

Her mother’s face brightened instantly, as if she had personally solved world hunger. "I figured my baby girl would want some good fried food," she said smugly. "Especially since you said James Potter’s parents are always feeding you curry."

Lily groaned. "Mum, I like curry. That’s why they make it all the time. Because I enjoy it."

"Well," her mother harrumphed, dabbing at her mouth like she had just made an indisputable point. "At least his parents are conservative and agree that you two should still be living apart until marriage."

Lily nearly choked on her drink.

"I’m sorry, what?" she spluttered, wiping at her mouth.

"His mother told me so herself when we had dinner at their house the night you graduated from Hogwarts," her mother continued, utterly unbothered. "I remember it very clearly. She said they believe in traditional values from their culture and that James was raised to be traditional."

Lily blinked. Then blinked again. "Mum, I don’t know what Mrs. Potter told you, but she spent that same evening lecturing James about 'not wasting time.’ And she means it because she married James’s dad after knowing him a week.”

Her mother frowned. "Really?"

"Yes!" Lily threw her hands in the air. "I just had to sit through a thirty-minute speech about how the Potter’s eloped because ‘true love waits for no one’ and how if James took too long proposing to me, Mrs. Potter swore to take matters into her own hands and propose for him—which, by the way, was a very real threat. She could pop through that door at any time with a ring on behalf of James.” 

Her mother pursed her lips, looking deeply unimpressed. "Well. That’s... not very —I liked her of course. But I don’t know what I must think of her opinions now. You’ve only been dating the Potter boy for a year."

"A year and two months," Lily corrected dryly. "Not that anyone’s counting."

Lily was counting, not that her mother cared. 

“And besides,” Lily continued. “James and I met years ago and have been living under the same roof since we were eleven. Magical boarding school, remember?” 

Her mother sighed, as if Lily had just informed her that she planned to run off and elope right this second. "I don’t know what Potter’s mother is thinking. That’s hardly enough time for a proposal. Why, Petunia’s Vernon didn’t propose until they’d been steady for three years."

Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes so hard they lodged permanently in the back of her skull. "Yes, well, Vernon also eats plain white bread like it’s a Michelin-star meal, so I don’t think he and James operate on the same value system."

Her mother sniffed, adjusting an invisible pearl necklace, the universal symbol of maternal judgment. "You don’t need to be so harsh on the man, Lily, he’s good for your sister.”

"Mum, he ate a hazelnut croissant and called it ‘exotic.’"

"It is a rather advanced baked good," her mother countered, as the resident Vernon Dursley apologist. "Not everyone needs all those excessive spices and flavors in their breads, you know."

Lily groaned, massaging her temples. "Mum, for the last time, garlic is not an ‘excessive’ spice in bread—"

"And another thing," her mother continued, completely steamrolling over her. "Your sister and Vernon courted properly. He took his time, showed real commitment, didn’t just rush into things like some people do these days."

Lily let out a snort so loud it probably startled a few pigeons outside. "Mum, they met at a church picnic, bonded over their shared enthusiasm for quarterly tax reports, and then Vernon proposed in a Little Chef parking lot because he got a discount on the ring."

"It was a lovely proposal," her mother huffed. "Very practical. You don’t need all these grand romantic gestures, dear." She motioned to the flowers in the sink as if she knew they were from James and Lily had been lying. 

"I like grand romantic gestures," Lily said. "And I like James Potter enough to say yes to any proposal he offers, but let’s drop it, yeah? You didn’t take the train all the way to London just to interrogate me about my relationship."

"No," her mother agreed, letting out the kind of weary sigh that suggested she had personally carried the entire relationship on her delicate, martyr-like shoulders. "I came because you and your sister never visit home anymore—leaving your poor, elderly mother to brave the treacherous journey from the Midlands all alone."

Lily squinted at her. "Mum, you're fifty-nine."

"And yet I suffer as if I were ninety!" she lamented, clutching her chest as though she were moments away from collapsing into a fainting couch that didn’t exist.

Lily exhaled slowly, wondering—not for the first time—if all mothers were this dramatic or if she'd been uniquely blessed with one who could out-act a Shakespearean lead.

"Let me go to the loo and freshen up," Lily said, standing and stretching like she’d just run a marathon rather than endured twenty minutes of maternal interrogation. "I haven’t even washed my face yet, and I can feel the grease from the Maccy’s seeping into my pores. Just wait here and, for the love of all things magic, save me the last McMuffin."

Her mother gasped, acting as if Lily had just accused her of high treason. "What kind of mother do you take me for?"

Lily arched a brow. "The kind who once stole the last cut of roast beef off my plate on Christmas Day."

Her mother pursed her lips, gaze darting away in the universal sign of absolutely no guilt whatsoever. "You were a kid."

"It was last year."

"Well, if you wanted it so badly, you should have eaten faster," her mother huffed, as if basic holiday decency didn’t exist in their household.

Lily groaned, spinning on her heel and making a swift retreat to the loo, grateful beyond words that she hadn’t made the catastrophic decision to shove James inside to hide him. The very thought made her cringe.

She could picture it all too vividly: her mother knocking, then barging in without waiting for an answer—because of course she would—only to find James standing fully clothed in the shower. The sheer horror of it. And then, the inevitable onslaught: an hour-long monologue dripping with dramatic disappointment, complete with heavy sighs and pointed questions about why he was here. No, James was far better off back at his place, blissfully unaware of the full force of Mrs. Evans' well-intentioned but utterly exhausting commentary. Particularly when it came to her firm, unwavering beliefs about how Lily should be living her life.

And especially when it came to James Potter himself.

The man. The myth. The walking disaster. Somehow he had managed to charm Lily completely while simultaneously being a thorn in her mother’s side. It was almost impressive. If Mrs. Evans had her way, Lily would be dating someone responsible and respectable. A boy from the church, perhaps. In other words, dull. James, with his perpetual bedhead, reckless grin, and maddening ability to make trouble look effortless, was about as far from her ideal son-in-law as one could get.

Her father, however, was the outlier in the Evans household. In a shocking turn of events, he seemed just as taken with James as Lily was. If anything, he found James downright entertaining, which only seemed to infuriate her mother further. Lily knew she wouldn't have anything to worry about her dad approving of her eventual engagement to James. 

From the other side of the doorway, Lily heard the unmistakable creak of the mattress as her mother settled onto Lily's bed—the only real piece of furniture in her tiny, shoebox-sized flat. Unless one counted her desk, which at present was less of a workspace and more of a disaster zone, drowning beneath stacks of parchment, potion ingredients, and various odds and ends. She was fairly certain even James’ embarrassingly vast collection of model broomsticks looked tidy by comparison.

For precisely two blissful seconds, she thought she might escape the worst of it.

Then, her mother’s voice rang out, sharp as ever: "Lily, why on earth is your underwear on your ceiling fan?"

Lily froze, hands still cupped in midair as water dripped from her fingers, heart sinking fast.

"What?" she managed, though deep down, she knew she had heard her mother perfectly. She just really, really wished she hadn’t.

"You heard me!" Her mother’s voice climbed to a pitch so high it was practically in a frequency reserved for distressed mothers and particularly judgmental magpies. "There are lacy knickers just—just hanging there like some sort of—good heavens, Lily, is that a thong?!"

Lily groaned and gripped the edge of the sink, bracing herself. Here we go. Yet another thrilling episode of Mother Dramatically Discovers Evidence That Her Daughter Is an Adult Woman with a Love Life.

"Mum, just ignore it!" she called back, already resigned to the impending mortification.

"Ignore it?!" Her mother let out the kind of scandalized shriek usually reserved for spotting an unattended toddler playing in traffic. "Lily, they’re black and lacy! How am I supposed to ignore that? Did that Potter boy buy them for you?"

Lily nearly inhaled her face wash. She coughed violently, spluttering as she fumbled for a towel, cursing every life choice that had led her to this exact moment. James hadn't bought them for her. Lily had bought them for him, not that her mum needed to know that. 

"Don’t worry about what James does or does not buy me!" she yelled over the running tap, as if sheer volume alone could drown out the mortifying conversation unfolding just beyond the door. "It’s just knickers, Mum!"

"Just knickers, my foot!" her mother shot back. "I suppose next you’ll be telling me the matching bra dangling off your desk lamp is just ‘modern décor’?"

Lily winced, eyes snapping open.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

So James had somehow found the time to transfigure last night’s pile of dirty dishes into a charming bouquet of flowers—but not the time to do something as simple as vanishing the incriminating evidence of their party for two?

"Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath, shooting a withering glare at her own reflection in the mirror, as if James could somehow feel it from wherever he was. She could already picture him: standing there with that infuriatingly smug grin, hands shoved in his pockets, entirely unbothered. Probably claiming he’d been “too busy escaping” to notice.

Right. Too busy to handle a very distinctive black lace bra currently displayed like a trophy in her living space—but not too busy to make the bed look like it had been pressed and starched by house-elves.

Oh, and let’s not forget the pièce de résistance: her black lace bikini thong dangling from the ceiling fan.

Lily inhaled sharply, willing herself to stay calm. She wiped her face dry with deliberate precision, squared her shoulders, and prepared for battle.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she was immediately confronted by a sight far worse than anticipated. Her mother sat primly on Lily's bed arms crossed, legs crossed, her entire posture radiating judgment. The cherry on top? She was staring directly up at the ceiling fan.

Leave it to her mother to look at the ceiling. 

Who even paid attention to ceiling fans? 

Lily’s cheeks burned as she strode across the room, expertly ignoring her mother’s saintly sighs, and yanked the bra—James’ favorite, of course—off her desk chair. She could feel her mother’s eyes tracking her every move, undoubtedly cataloging the item in great detail, mentally calculating its sin factor based on lace percentage and strap width.

And then, with mounting dread, Lily finally looked up.

Yep.

There it was.

Her underwear. From last night.

Dangling.

Like a tiny black and lacy flag.

She groaned. "Fuck me."

Her mother, ever the picture of restraint, pursed her lips. "You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

Lily barely spared her mother a glance before turning her attention back to the bizarre sight in front of her. "How did that even get up there?" she asked, tilting her head in disbelief.

"I'm assuming gravity played a role," her mother remarked dryly, arms crossed as she surveyed the scene.

Lily slowly turned to face her, her expression utterly unimpressed. "Wow, Mum. Truly. Thank you for that earth-shattering scientific revelation. I never would have figured that out on my own."

Her mother simply narrowed her eyes, unfazed by the sarcasm. "Lily, you wear a chastity ring for a reason.”

"Mum," Lily said, her voice tight with exasperation, "I'm a witch. As far as the Catholics are concerned, my soul was doomed the second I walked into Ollivanders and bought a wand at eleven. Your priest already thinks I worship the devil. I don’t think a ring will save me from eternal hell.” 

Her mother pursed her lips, undeterred. "But sex before marriage is—"

"Drop it," Lily warned, shooting her a sharp look as she climbed onto the bed. She gave a small bounce, stretching her fingers upward to grasp at the wayward lace dangling from the ceiling. "Or so help me, I’m inviting James to dinner tonight—and you know he won't hesitate to turn Petunia’s precious teacup collection into a family of rats the second Vernon brings up I shouldn’t be in the wedding next month."

"But you're not a virgin." Lily’s mother let out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as though warding off an impending headache. “What exactly am I supposed to tell your father?”

“Do you have to tell him anything?” Lily countered, clasping her hands together in mock desperation. “It’s my business, James’s business—no one else’s. Please, Mum, just drop it. Don’t tell Dad, especially not Dad. I need him to actually like James long enough to say yes when James asks for my hand in marriage in December.”

Her mother’s expression shifted, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “He actually plans on marrying you?” A pause. Then, with a sharp edge to her voice, she added, “Are you pregnant?”

Lily groaned. “No, Mum. I take a potion for that. Besides—believe it or not—people do get married for love.”

Her mother wasn’t convinced. She squared her shoulders, lips pressing into a thin, disapproving line. “You’re barely eighteen, Lily. And I don’t want him staying here overnight. Not until he gets your father’s permission and puts a ring on your finger.”

Lily let out an exaggerated sigh before dramatically flopping onto her bed, the mattress groaning beneath her. She draped an arm over her forehead as if the weight of the world had settled upon her. “Of course, Mum,” she drawled. “No more sleepovers with my boyfriend in my house, that I pay for,  until James officially brands me with an engagement ring. Heaven forbid we share a bed without a legally binding paper agreement.”

Her mother’s eyes narrowed even further. “You’re mocking me.”

“I’m humoring you,” Lily corrected smoothly.

"So you won't have sex with him?"

“I solemnly swear not to have sex with my boyfriend in this room.” Lily nodded. 

Her mother hesitated, clearly thrown off by Lily’s unusually quick compliance. But, to Lily’s satisfaction, she didn’t argue further. Lily had learned long ago that when it came to her parents, the easiest way to win was to let them think they had. Unfortunately for them, they were playing checkers. Lily was playing wizard’s chess.

That night, true to her word, Lily upheld her newfound vow of virtue—sort of.

When she returned home from dinner with her mum and sister, Lily stepped into her flat to find James sprawled across her bed like he owned the place, sketchbook in hand, wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms and an expression of deep concentration. His glasses were slightly askew, his dark curls were an absolute mess, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he absentmindedly shaded something on the page.

Lily didn’t even bother setting her bag down gently—she let it drop to the floor with a thud and immediately pounced, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips without waiting. James barely had time to react before she captured his lips in a heated kiss, her body rolling against his in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. His pencil tumbled to the floor, entirely forgotten, as his hands found their rightful place on her waist.

Several minutes later, when she finally pulled back—breathless, triumphant, and thoroughly pleased with herself—James was looking at her with dazed wonder, his glasses now pushed up into his hair.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he said, lips quirking into a crooked grin, “but what exactly was that for?”

Lily ran her fingers lazily along his sharp jawline. “Because you're so hot."

"Evans," his chest rumbled with laughter, "is this payback for earlier?"

"Yes," she teased, "and also, we’re going to your place tonight.”

James’s grin faltered as he arched a questioning brow. “Oh? Any particular reason you don’t want to stay here?”

She looped her arms around his neck, her smirk turning downright smug. “Mum has officially banned sleepovers here until we’re engaged.”

James blinked. Then, ever so slowly, amusement crept into his expression, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “She realized I was here."

"Yes, she did." Lily’s grin widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear before she whispered, “Because someone—” she poked his chest for emphasis “—flung my thong onto the ceiling fan last night.”

James stared at her for a beat. Then his grin turned absolutely wicked. “Ahh, so that’s where it ended up. I saw the bra on the chair, of course, but I figured the knickers would turn up eventually.”

“Oh, they turned up,” Lily said dryly. “And Mum found them first.”

James clapped a hand to his heart, feigning devastation. “Tragic."

“Mm, yes, very tragic,” Lily deadpanned. “My mother nearly had an aneurysm.”

James threw his head back and laughed, the rich, warm sound filling the room. “Well,” he said, tightening his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress, “looks like we’re moving our debauchery to my place, then.”

“At least your parents give us privacy,” Lily mused, reaching up to pluck his glasses off his head, wiping the smudged lenses with the hem of her dress before carefully sliding them back onto his nose.

James snorted. “Only because they’ve already walked in on us in several compromising positions because they forgot to knock.”

“They have gotten better about knocking,” Lily conceded with a wicked grin. “Now if we could just get my parents on board.”

James let out a deep sigh, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “And to think, I was just worried about the dishes in the sink.”

"Speaking of," Lily teased, giving him a playful pinch, "you need to turn those flowers back into my dishes."

"Already did," he said, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. "And I washed them."

She sighed contentedly. "You're the best."

"I know." He flashed a grin before adding, "Any regrets about having me over last night?"

"Never," she assured him, then smirked. "Though I do regret letting you undress me." She paused before adding, “I'll never wear those knickers again, all I'll be able to picture is my mum's face.”

James barked out another laugh, his hands instinctively squeezing her hips. “Yeah, I can’t imagine she was thrilled.” He tilted his head, regarding her curiously. “But why is my place suddenly the holy land of acceptable sin? Didn’t you say their religion prohibits any sex before marriage?”

Lily’s grin turned absolutely devious. “Well,” she began, drawing out the word, “technically, Mum meant that neither place was appropriate for a sleepover. But she specifically said my room, and you know how I feel about loopholes.”

James snorted, dropping his forehead against her shoulder as laughter shook his frame. “Merlin, I love you.”

Lily chuckled, threading her fingers through his hair before pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I love you too,” she murmured, then suddenly pushed him away with a playful shove. “Now, let’s get out of here.”

James arched a brow, smirking. “Eager, are we?”

She shot him a wicked grin. “Let’s just say I took the liberty of skipping knickers tonight…just for you.”

James froze for a split second—just long enough for the implications to sink in—before grabbing her and practically ripping her arm off as he spun her so that she was pressed into her mattress. She laughed into his kiss, deepening it with the natural movement of her mouth against his. James slotted his knee between them, giving her ample friction as she settled into their practiced movements.

They didn’t make it to his place.

Hell, they never even made it out of bed.

[maluceh]

modern jily doing some $3xting

[livelaughlovetoread]

Chemical Fingerprint

🍓 E 🍓Jily 7th Year 🍓 Strawberry 🍓 Part 3 of 8 🍓 9.9k 🍓

@greenhouse-seven Be My Valentine Fest for @eastwindmlk

Every gem has a chemical fingerprint - a unique pattern that identifies its composition, which scientists can easily determine. The ruby in the Potter family ring is composed of aluminon oxide, chromium, and traces of vanadium, which gives it a slight purplish hue. But beyond its physical makeup lies something far more important: the lasting imprint it leaves on those who wear it. Passed down through generations, the ring is now ready to find its way to a new owner: Lily Evans.

[dakogutin]

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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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.

[hattiecursedsigh]

bro james and lily are the kinkiest mother fuckers ever dont even get me started- (or please do)

[tiffanytoms]

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.”

[flowerpottlady]

I will forever promote Guilty as Sin by OhEvans on ao3. Only 3 chapters in and this is PHENOMENAL.

Everybody please. If shameless (but super super sweet) smut is your thing, along with the sweet best friends to lovers trope and muggle aus featuring Dr. James Potter. Please go check this out and give OhEvans your love.

Here’s the link again just because this fic deserves it.

[yallthemwitches]

“Finding time was hard enough before we took up shagging each other like mad—people will start to talk if we don’t show up to any of our classes.”

Almost predictably, he laughs, pressing his lips against a patch of red on her collar where she is almost certain an imprint of his teeth will appear. 

“Let them,” he says simply as the arm wrapped around her waist tightens. “I’ve wasted too much time not shagging you. Now that I can, I don’t plan to give it up for anything.”

The NSFW oneshot set in the Method Acting Universe! (though you ABSOLUTELY do not need to read the other installments to read this one).

Rated E for explicit sexual content. Read on AO3

[constancezin]

Exploring each other, discover what makes them go.

@nuninho2000 as you told me you wanted this for your birthday...

NSFW after the cut

[kay-elle-cee]

'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.”

[juniperpyre]

anyway this is the future smut from somewhere on lsd wc: 718, rating M, jily, obviously, lily POV, D/s vibes in a v sweet, exploratory way, a little bit of spanking this isn't edited so there's some dialogue that's kinda placeholder but it'll do

[they're in lily's bed. they had been fucking. lily is lying on her stomach and james on his side, i think propped up on his elbow]

Lily started to move to face him. 

James slapped her ass, lightly, and said, with a slight smirk, “Don’t move, princess, I like looking at you like that.” 

She lay back down, arm folded under her head for support, feeling a flutter of pleasure from low in her belly. 

“Okay, baby,” she murmured. “Whatever you say.” 

“You’re being so sweet.” James brushed the backs of his fingers on the side of her face. “You said you wanted me to be rough with you.”

“Yeah.”

She wasn’t sure the reason, but she felt like it would make her feel better. 

“I think you want me to take control, too, don’t you, princess?”

Lily tucked her head into her arm. 

“I do.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I like it, that’s all that matters.” James ran his fingertips over her spine. “Are you gonna be good for me, so I can give you what you want?”

“I’ll be good for you, James.”

He squeezed her ass, then slapped it. James positioned himself behind her, out of Lily’s sight, grabbed her hips and pulled them up. Lily propped herself up on her elbows and James spanked her again, hard enough for Lily to make a noise of surprise. 

“I didn’t tell you to get on your elbows, princess. Stay down.” He rubbed over where he’d smacked her. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” Lily breathed. 

She’d already been turned on, but she was starting to feel excited in more than one way. James hadn’t really been rough with her before, or so dominant. 

She felt him at her entrance and drew in a shuddering breath when he pressed into her again. 

“You look so good stretching around me, princess. With your ass in the air like that, so perfect, and you’re all for me.” 

As he spoke, James pushed himself fully inside her, pulling her hips against him to take her hard, and Lily let out a gasp of a moan. James set a slow, hard pace, moving her with him and grunting with each thrust. His fingers dug into her hips, firm, possessive. 

Lily tried to match him, but it was all she could do to lie there and take it, to let herself be fucked into the mattress, gasping with his thrusts. Her body became feather light, the only feelings the burning pleasure where James’ body met hers and the soft pillow her face was buried in. 

“That’s a good girl, taking me so well. Such a filthly little thing, asking me to fuck you like this. So good for me.” 

“Your good girl, please,” Lily whined. 

“Oh, fuck, baby, yes, you’re my good girl, Lily, my princess, you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.” She wasn’t sure why saying she was James’ sent an electric surge through her, straight to her center, setting her on fire. “I belong to you.” 

Lily could tell James liked when she said that, by the way he sounded, the way he moved inside her. Pleasing James had, somewhere between when he made her come earlier and when she told him “Whatever you say,” become her only goal. Everything else floated away. 

One of James’ hands slid from her hip down her back, settling between her shoulder blades with light pressure. Lily whimpered into the pillow at the soft, tingly sort of pleasure his touch in that spot gave her; she hadn’t even known that was a spot. 

“You feel so good, baby,” James groaned, still fucking her hard and deep. “You’re so tight like this, princess, your ass looks amazing, God, I love being inside you.”

“I love having you inside me.” Lily’s words came out in uneven pants. “I love—fuck—you’re so much better, so good, James, I was made for you, made to take you.” 

“Yes, you were, baby, you take my cock so perfectly, my pretty girl, I love the noises you make when I’m stretching you open on it.” 

Lily whimpered with his next thrust, and James groaned from so deep in his chest it almost sounded like a growl. 

“Fuck.” He slid his hand from her shoulder blades to tangle in her hair and pushed her head into the pillow. “Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to hold you down and fuck you?”

[petals2fish]

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!

James!

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.