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A Needed Distraction

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

Day 4 of Kinktober! Prompt: Toy under clothing.

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

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

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

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

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

Merlin, she needed to think about something else.

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

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

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

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

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

Ah Christ—-fuck it. 

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

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

That got his attention.

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

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

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

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

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

“Lily—“

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…Evans.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Merlin Fuck—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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An Act of Giving

Wrote this super quick for Jily Kinktober Day 5, prompt face sitting.

Would like to thank @daiz-nsfw for keeping the James munch agenda alive and well in this community. We thank you for your service.

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“I hate to take you away from Lupin–I know you too really like to patrol together–”

“No, yeah, I get it. Don’t worry about it.”

“To be honest, I just wanted you to myself—”

Lily blinked at him. Michael continued to smile, either unaware of the implication in his comment or completely shameless. With him it was always hard to tell. 

“Evans— Wheeler…”

Lily whipped around. James jogged up to them, his tie undone so it was swinging to the side. 

“Potter,” Michael's face twisted from a cool confidence to smug in a matter of seconds,“ Did you come to turn yourself in for one of your antics or are you just wanting to chat?”

James flashed a smile. “Oh Mr. Head Boy, I hate to disappoint but I only tell my secrets to those who deserve it.”

Michael frowned back, getting more annoyed the longer they stood there.

“But really, Potter. What do you want?”

“Evans actually–.” 

Lily felt her face rush with color, not going undetected by either boy. 

“---she promised me she’d give me her notes for potions.”

It wasn’t his best cover-up, but at least it was half the truth. Lily caught the hint.

“Oh, right! So sorry, Michael but our exam is tomorrow and I really did promise him…”

She started to back away and both boys followed her movement.

“I left them in Slughorn’s office actually–was planning to go back for them anyways.”

The ends of James’ lips curved upwards. “Brilliant, lead the way.”

She nodded curtly at Michael who bounced his gaze between her and James, mouth set. 

“Ok–see you tonight then.”

Lily and James turned the corner before Michael could parse out that something was amiss. Not even a corridor away, James ripped open the door of one of the many empty classrooms and Lily ducked inside it. 

She sat against a table and watched as James locked the door and silenced the room, a clear sign that he had not had as studious intentions as he had put on for the Head Boy. 

“Don’t want anyone to overhear my very secret potions notes?” Lily taunted.

James walked slowly to her and her heart rate accelerated. She wasn’t an idiot, she saw the look in his eye the minute he had approached them. He wanted her. Wanted her badly enough to interrupt whatever she was doing to get her alone.

Once she was at arms length, he grabbed for her, hands weaving through hair, mouth running up her neck in open mouth kisses, absolutely lost in his own desire. Lily wrapped her arms over his shoulders to tug at the messy tangle of hair on the back of his head, leaning into his lips which had burned a path to her jaw. 

“I missed you,” he panted out, making it to her mouth. She nipped at his lower lip and he let out a low noise, hands tightening around her. 

“It’s been three hours.”

“So you were counting too.”

With no other comment, he dropped to his knees. Guiding her gently to sit against the side of the table, his hands slid down the length of her legs before curling around into her lower thighs. Lily gripped the sides of the table as he commenced a slow tortuous ascent towards her center, kissing her inch by inch. 

“I’m the one who should be on my knees,” she hummed out, “you’ve already gone down on me once today.”

“Shhh, Evans,” he said while preoccupied with leaving nip marks on her thigh, “who said there was a limit to how many times I taste you anyways.”

He traveled up to the bottom of her skirt, sucking a patch of purple into her skin as he used both hands to crumple the fabric up towards the waistband. Ungluing his mouth, he straightened up for a moment, lips already swollen from his work. He fingered the waistband of her knickers with a pointer finger, pulling at the elastic as his finger flexed and straightened, a movement Lily knew too well from feeling it inside her. 

“Mr. Head Boy fancies you, you know.”

He didn’t look up from where he toyed with her knickers, now pulling them down as slow as possible so the tips of his fingers skimmed against her skin. 

“I heard him in the locker rooms after practice—he’s going to ask you out. Said he was going to switch your patrols to get you both alone–”

Lily’s breath deepened as her knickers were carelessly thrown aside and James situated himself back between her legs, hands on either side of her inner thigh.

“Hmm, is James Potter jealous?” 

“I dunno, should I be? You still haven’t said yes to me–”

It was hard to take him at face value when he was hovering his mouth over her clit. He didn’t move to go any closer, letting his breath wash over her, making her impossibly wetter every second he stayed there. 

“Michael’s not the one who has made me come today is he?” she teased.

James just smiled, eyes now dark. His hands tightened against her skin, leaving small indents in the soft flesh. 

“Correction Evans,” the words sent a shiver through her middle all the way up to her head, “He’s not the one who will have made you come twice today.”

He gave a small lick to the top of her clit, a teasing gesture he knew would make her squirm. Her hand jumped into his hair, holding his face as close as possible, unwilling to let up until she got what she wanted. 

“Potter—please—”

He didn’t need any more convincing. Lily had had other blokes go down on her before in the past, but something was different with James. Even from the beginning, it was like he had a map to her body. Knew every little spot: the places that made her squirm and edge towards release and the places that made her come on command, like a shock to her system. She liked that he took his time. It was always hard to believe when boys said they liked the taste of pussy, but with James she really believed it. He savored his time between her legs, taking it as a sacred act, one that he very often did without any reward for himself. 

His tongue moved a bit more rough than usual, pulsing into her each time he passed over to the other side. He hoisted a thigh onto the blade of his shoulder, getting a different angle to suck and lap at her. She kept her hands tightly wound into his hair, eyes glazed as he stared back up at her with an expression she could only describe as euphoric. 

“That’s it baby—just like that.”

She could feel her release mounting like a crackling energy within her stomach, but James lifted his head, mouth open and glistening.

She heard herself begin to plead, “No–no, don’t stop. Don’t talk—just keep–”

“Will you fuck my face?”

That got her attention. Her eyes searched his for a moment, waiting for an elaboration.

“I want you to ride my face until you come,” he said matter of fact.

“Oh, Christ—yes.”

James scrambled onto his feet before climbing himself onto the table. He was still fully clothed besides his tie which had been long lost since they entered the room and the fabric of his pants strained to keep his erection captive. 

Lily stood and undid her skirt before walking to the end of the table where his legs dangled and pulled herself up over him. Crawling her way up his body, she dipped her hips over his groin so her center grinded up against his clothed cock. James let out a hiss, grabbing at her hips and holding her in place for a second longer before ushering her to continue her climb. 

Positioned so she was hovering just under his mouth, he latched his arms around her thighs.

“One of these days Evans, I’m going to tie you to my bed and see how many times I can make you come with my tongue–.”

Lily hummed and grabbed his hair, tugging his mouth to meet her clit again.

“---but today, I want you to use me. Don’t hold back. I want to taste the way you come when your hips are grinding into my mouth–”

She dropped her body onto him, effectively clipping off his words. The change in angle brought a whole new perspective to his talent. His tongue flicked upwards into her, absolutely relentless, swirling in and out. Her hips moved instinctually, just as they would on his cock. Hips rolling against his mouth, letting him reach from the tip of her folds to the bud of her asshole. 

She thanked Merlin he had the thought to use a silencing charm. She could feel her vocalizations coming out of her mouth, but it was like everything was put on hold other than the movement of him beneath her. She could have been screaming or completely silent for all she knew, the only thing that mattered was James’ tongue coaxing her rapidly to climax. 

She clenched his hair, tilting his head up and pushing him deeper into her. Her other hand reached back, finding his erection and cupping it through his pants. The action made her back arch like a bow, taut and ready to snap. 

“I’m so close–keep going—” 

James never stopped watching her, glasses now askew and eyes dark and determined. He clenched harder into her thighs and propelled her with the movement of her hips, aiding in her grinding. Her body started to shake from her nearing release and he thrust his tongue deep inside her, suctioning his mouth to give a soft suck to her folds. 

The light of climax bubbled over. She quivered on top of him, moaning out his name as her hips kept moving of their own accord. Only in the final comedown did she realize that her whole lower half had been clenched against him, now sore with effort. 

James threw his head back, catching his breath as Lily scooted herself down to lay her head against his shoulder. Still completely hard, she snaked a hand down to climb under his waistband, but he stilled her, holding it flat against his stomach. 

“Let’s just be still for a minute.”

He tilted his head up to kiss the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her middle. 

“If I knew you being jealous would make you so giving then I would have put up with Michael a long time ago—”Lily huffed against his shoulder.

A rumble came from James' chest. His arm tightening against her. 

“So you are still considering humoring our dearest Head Boy?”

He was trying to sound cool, but she could hear the uncertainty behind his words. Lily pulled her head up to look into his eyes. They were still pools of ecstasy, just as happy to lay on the table with her as he was to make her come, never asking for anything in return. She softly drifted her thumb across his lip, feeling the result of her climax wet on his skin. 

“No, but I will consider whatever I need to do to get you to tie me down so I can’t do my patrols with him.”

He smiled, like he was born anew.

“I’ll be happy to assist.”

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To Be Missed

Back from holiday break, James tries to convey to Lily how much he missed her.

Written for Jily Kinktober Day 7: Wall Sex---Because I'm a sucker for 6th year secret love jily...( I say like there is even a plot...)

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“Alright Evans?”

Lily looked up from her table of friends in the center of The Three Broomsticks. All three girls eyed James with varying levels of wariness, making the situation feel more dangerous than any full moon night. 

“Potter,” Lily responded, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Just so you are aware, asking me on a date at the date location is not a very good look.” 

Mary and Marlene snorted, and Lily looked pleased with her jab. James just blinked, unfazed.

“Thanks for the tip—still need to talk to you though.”

“I’m busy.”

“I’ll make it worth it.”

Lily turned to look up at him. He stared down at her, eyebrow raised in an irritating dedication. 

“Fine.”

Marlene gasped and started to laugh as Lily stood up from her seat. Mary’s eyes turned to slits, sizing up James whose satisfied grin was threatening to blind the room. 

“Woah, whatever you got to say to her, you can say to us,” Marlene leaned across the table and he eyed her with a bored expression. 

“No good McKinnon. It’s about your birthday party which Sirius told me explicitly not to tell you about–so if you don’t mind...”

That effectively shut Marlene up. Sitting back in her seat with a giddy expression, she all but waved Lily and James away, now twittering at Mary. 

James led Lily down the halls towards the toilets, then took a sharp left towards a creaky looking door Lily had never noticed before. Wedging it open, she could see it led out into the back alley of the pub, trash bins lined the walls which barely left room for a muggle car to fit in. 

Before even turning his body fully from shutting the door, Lily grabbed onto the front of his shirt, pulling him in to capture his lips. Her kisses immediately deepened, tongue licking his lower lip to gain entry. 

“You’re going to regret what you said to Marls—now she will expect a party.”

James grabbed her hips, guiding her until her back touched the wall on the other side of the alley, a knee prying open her legs so his body was slotted between them. She could feel he was already hard, pressing into her upper thigh as he snaked his hand around to her arse. 

“Worth it–hell, I’ll throw her a bloody ball if I need to.”

“Idiot.” 

James just grinned, pressing their lips back together, tongue twisting with hers in a familiar ease. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” 

He moved his lips to her pressure point, sucking until Lily could feel the skin pucker and swell. A small moan escaped her lips and she felt him smile against her. 

“I missed that noise too.”

She leaned her head back against the wall, letting him kiss down the front of her neck, reaching where her mockneck met her skin.

“Not a very warm Christmas at the Potters I take it?”

James used a finger to toy with the fabric of her shirt, pulling the neckline down to make enough room for two more kisses. 

“No, the holiday cheer was fine—it was the amount of unsatisfactory wanking that I had to do to stop thinking about you that really made it difficult.”

“Unsatisfactory? Care to elaborate?” It was her turn to deliver kisses, nipping at his earlobe while her hands followed their favorite path through his hair.

“What can I say? I’m a ruined man Evans. Cursed to live every waking moment knowing that nothing in this universe compares to shagging you—not even my own hand.”

“You poor baby.”

She slid her hands down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his slender frame in her grasp again. She had missed him as well—they had only started hooking up about a month before the holidays, but she found herself twisting in the sheets of her childhood bed at night, waking up wet with his phantom fingers still running down her body. 

“I could take you right here, that's how much I missed you—I swear it, Evans. I can’t believe I even made it this long without getting you alone somehow. Sirius thinks I’m depressed because I keep closing my curtains at night, but I just keep playing the image of you naked on top of me over and over…”

Lily silenced him again with her mouth, grabbing onto his belt and fiddling with the buckle. She knew exactly what day he was referring to: the night before holidays while she was on patrol, the empty classroom and the way the wood squeaked and splintered as her hips rocked on top of his, the way she shivered in release as he held her hips to guide her on his cock.

“Do it,” she breathed into his mouth, “we don’t have a lot of time but fuck it, I missed you too.”

James’ eyes went wide, pupils blown, glasses askew aiding in the visual of a man completely unhinged. His hands which had wound themselves under her skirt stalled.

“Here? By the pub bins? Where could anyone walk past?”

“You scared, Potter?”

His belt free, she easily dipped her hand into his pants, finding the source of stiffness that continued to press into her leg. At the feeling of her hot thumb rolling over his tip, he hissed.

“Fuck. Lily—I’ll do anything.”

He pushed her into the wall now, one hand gliding under her top to find her nipples erect and the other toying with her knickers, tracing the fabric back and forth between her legs. The feel of his finger drifting lightly on her center made her gasp and James caught the sound with his mouth, trying to clip any sound that would reverberate through the alley and into the main street. 

Using his finger to slide her knickers down, he pulled her skirt up enough to look between her legs. Her inner thigh was slick with her own arousal but most noticeably her usual bed of hair had been trimmed down to the skin, leaving her pink and swollen. 

“New haircut?” James cocked an eyebrow and Lily just gave a nervous laugh.

“Thought it was worth a try, it's the rage these days you know—”

“No, I don’t know—” James took his finger to gently pet the place her pubic hair once was, letting it slide down into the topmost layer of her folds. Lily bucked her hips forward and he complied with her body, continuing to stroke until he dipped the tip of his finger inside her. 

“Can I feel it with my tongue?” He whispered, nibbling on the side of her earlobe. His finger curled inside her and her hips snapped forward again. Her hand clenched harder around his cock and she felt some of his prerelease coat her hands. 

“We don’t have that kind of time, love and I get the feeling neither of us are going to last long...”

If he agreed, he didn’t say anything. Instead, his breathing had gotten more shallow as she released him out of his pants, using the new found freedom to slide her hand easily up and down his full length. 

“I don’t want you to stop—but I’m already so close, Lily. Merlin Fuck how does just your hand feel eons better—”

“Then fuck me.” 

She spoke a tone that she only had for him. Even the other men she had slept with had never evoked such a deep, yearning from her. James just did things to her she couldn’t comprehend. He knew how to do it all perfectly: how to be fast and hard yet soft and meticulous, how to talk dirty but coo adorations. He drove her absolutely mad both in person and in memory. He was right to say he was a ruined man because she felt like a ruined woman—she feared  that even if what they shared did not turn out to be love, she would never find anyone who made her feel like he did. 

James pupils dilated, mouth going slack, completely gone. What his mind was unable to process, his body was doing overtime. His fingers stilled inside her, pulling out only to grasp her hand on his cock and together line him up to her center. His other arm curled around her thigh, hoisting it up around his waist so he could lean further into her, tip now stretching her outermost entrance. 

“Alright, Evans?” He panted with a smile. She didn’t even have time to make a quip back before he pushed in, filling her until he had fully disappeared inside her, his line of pubic hair tickling where hers was no longer. 

Lily threw her arms around his neck, demanding more purchase. His hips bucked upwards, quick but steady, his body pushing her back harder into the wall to the point where she could become stable with both feet off the ground. She experimented with lifting her other leg around his waist and he grabbed her ass in both hands, propelling her forwards to slide on him. His eyes flicked from her gaze to his cock disappearing into her, mesmerized by both images. 

“Lily baby, my love, Merlin christ I missed you.” His voice was almost pleading. He buried his head into her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. Lily let out a loud gasp but covered her mouth with her hand, realizing that any louder and they would get caught. 

“Be loud, I don’t care. Let them hear—fuck fuck.”

He was staring down between them again, but this time to watch as Lily removed her hand from her mouth to rub the tip of her clit, making small gentle movements that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“I’m going to come soon James—fuck I’m already so close—how do you do this to me?”

James just made noise that came from deep within his chest, eyes still locked on the circular pattern of her hand on her clit. 

“Is that how you touched yourself when you were at home? Tell me, I need to know.”

His thrusts were getting more jagged, snapping quicker and hitting at a deeper angle inside her. Every pulse pulled a whimper from her mouth. 

“Yes—Christ James—just like that, I’m almost there.”

“Come for me Lily. Look at me and come for me and tell me what you thought about while you touched yourself like that—that’s it—”

She felt her toes curl, thighs contract against his hip bones. She snapped her eyes to his just in time for the world to bottom out from under her, body riding a wave that only James alone could create.

“Oh Christ Lily, I can feel it. Please tell me, and I’ll come inside you.”

She clenched into his hair, pulling her face up against his, riding the aftershocks.

“You, I thought about you. Your tongue, your cock, your hand, Even just the way you look after quidditch practice all sweaty and—”

He let out a groan and she felt him release inside her. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder, grasping onto her body as he shook against her. She kissed any part of him she could reach: his shoulder, his ear, his neck, fingers twirling the back of his hair as his hips teetered to a halt. 

“That was—-I don’t know if I have the capability to even say it.” 

Lily just laughed, unwrapping her legs from him, letting him slide out of her. She picked up her wand which had been strewn to the side and cast a cleaning charm before pulling her skirt back down and fixing her hair. James just leaned against the wall for a moment longer, watching her get situated with a lopsided grin, the look of a man completely smitten. 

“What’s the dopey face for?” She grabbed his cheek and he swatted her away. 

“Nothing—just happy to see you that’s all.”

Lily helped him get back to some sort of normal, using the excuse of straightening his shirt to feel up his chest one last time. 

“Happy to see you too Potter.”

 She pecked him on the lips, but as she moved away, he pulled her back for another, soft and meaningful.