#prepare for some more ttpd x marauders smut🤭

[siriussslut]

so highschool - james potter

“i’m watching american pie with you on a saturday night, your friends are around so be quiet, i’m trying to stifle my sighs.”

warnings: explicit smut, public/semi-public sex, fingering

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james’ hand squeezes the flesh of your thigh in his palm, tight. it hurts for a moment, but he lets go, snaking his hand upwards. you feel a wet patch grow in your panties as he travels higher underneath the blanket.

you try to ignore the feeling of him on your skin, focusing instead on the movie playing before you. you haven’t paid attention at all, honestly. it’s called american pie, and peter loves it, but that’s all you know. remus and peter are sitting next to james with sirius lying on top of them both, stretched out as they watch.

james’ fingers pull back your panties, lightly tugging on your pubic hairs as he slips between your folds. you swallow a moan, eyes snapping towards him.

you try to give him a look, widening your eyes, but he just grins at you cheekily.

he searches for your clit, stroking. he rubs a few circles around it before trailing his fingers down, sliding into your hole.

your walls clench around him, squeezing. he thrusts in and out, slow as to quiet the wet noises of your pussy.

you press your hand to your lips, trying to stifle your sighs.

while he fucks you with his index and middle fingers, his thumb trails along the flesh of your core. his hands are large, fingers calloused. his thumb settles above your clit, now engorged and throbbing, aching for friction.

he rubs, grinding his finger into the bud. you bite down on your lip.

“oh, i love this part!” peter exclaims, leaning forward and slightly shaking the couch. you try to watch the movie, but your eyes are blurring with pleasure.

james’ fingers are still deep inside of you, slamming in and out. his thumb is still stroking your clit.

you come just as peter’s favorite part comes on. the boys babble about the movie as your body grows white hot. your legs shake, hand still pressed against your lips. a few quiet moans escape, but the boys’ chatter covers it up easily enough.

when you’ve calmed, you look over at james, but he shows no sign of stopping.

he leans close, lowering his face until his lips are so close to your ear you can feel his breath. “quiet, love.”