#Lily’s kinktober
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER
Demon!Lee Know x AngelFem!Reader
theme: choking
pt. 2
genre: smut, ig fluff at the end? Idek.
warnings: ewb2l (enemies with benefits to lovers) choking, collars, reader has sensitive wings that can retract, penetration, monster cock, making out, fingering, drunk guy (for one second), references of Satan and the devil so if you are uncomfortable with that I would recommend not reading it, also they have telepathy??, Dom!Min, Sub!Reader, they’re both kinda switch towards the end of the smut scene, unsafe sex.
wc: 1.4k
MINORS DNI
smut under the cut
It’s been a while since you’ve last been to hell, or seen him. Every now and then when you were on earth, your brain would play tricks on you, making you think you saw him. Your human friends finally managed to drag you out of your apartment and into a club, full of drunkards and people looking for a good time. You just needed a few drinks and to unwind. “I’ll take a gin and tonic, on the rocks.” You told the bartender, he complied, making your order at the back while you waited. When he got back with your order, you heard a familiar voice order a familiar drink. “I’ll take a Manhattan, on the rocks.” He ordered, you tried to not turn around and look at him, opting to walk away, but his voice stopped you. “Long time no see, Angel.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, it made you wet and want to hurl at the same time. “Long time no see, jackass.” You replied, walking back towards him. “So, what you been up to? I hope you haven’t been sleeping around with anyone but me.” He asked, the last part making you pissed. “We’re not dating Lee.” You replied curtly, he simply smirked again. God, you wanted to slap that attractive smirk off of his extremely attractive face. “Oh, but you know if the big boss knew of what you did with me, you’d be removed. An ordinary human.” You tsked at the very obvious statement. “No shit, Sherlock. It was one time.” “It was 7 times that, darling.” He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. “See you, princess.” He grabbed his Manhattan and went to dance, leaving you speechless.
“So.. who was that hottie that you were talking to at the bar, huh?” Your friend nudged you after you got back with your drink. “It was no one, an old friend.” You lied, not thinking she would ask about schooling years. “Ooh! Primary or Secondary School?” “Neither. An old job, I quit it and haven’t seen him or kept in touch since.” They all went back to their own conversation after you explained it, you could practically feel Minho’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Meet me outside, princess. I own an apartment 2 blocks away. His voice rung in your head, you just agreed, knowing how this goes and that you will be back to strangers in no less than 12 hours.
“finally, you listen.” His annoying voice spoke from behind you as you exited the club. “Finally, you stop calling me ‘princess’.” You mock, his smirk returning. “I’ll never stop that habit, Angel. You should visit me down in hell sometime soon.” He winked, leading you into a cab. The entire ride, his hand was on your thigh, going up, only to go back to your knee. He was obviously riling you up, so you decided that two can play at that game. You slowly creeped your hand up his toned torso , and then his chest, and then his throat, lightly circling it as his breath hitched, only to bring it down to your lap. You got out, him paying and leading you to his apartment. As soon as he unlocked it, you were pressed against the door, his tongue being shoved down your throat. You moaned as he went down your jaw and neck, making sure not to leave any marks so that you could both keep your wings. “Bedroom,” you breathed, tugging his hair, he lifted you up, leading you to his bed. He sat down, making you straddle him, going back to your make out session. He pulled away, you chased his lips while pouting. “Hm, anyone ever been as good as me? Maybe that drunk guy that you ran away with for a few minutes?” He whispered, going back to his assault on your neck. “No-no one. I-I escorted him back to his car- Minho!” You choked out, throwing your head back as he found your sweet spot, mouthing at it for a few more seconds. “I want this off.” He tugged at your tight white shirt. You complied, letting him take it off of you, suddenly remembering you wore your black matching bra and panties set. “Shit.” He murmured, his mouth going straight to your chest, kissing them over the fabric while his other hand went to your other boob. “May I?” He asked, despite being a devil, still a gentleman. You nodded, giving silent confirmation. As soon as it was off, he went to your nipple, sucking harshly. “Nngh- please,” you whined, he just chuckled, pinching the other one. He pulled away despite your pleas, he silently asked to remove your skirt. You hummed, lifting your hips up for him to remove the garment. He pulled both your underwear and skirt down in one movement, flipping you onto your back.
he got in between your legs and spread your lips. “Beautiful..” he trailed off, giving a singular lick and then coming up to make you taste yourself. He sat on his knees, removing his shirt and revealing his beautiful abs and scars. Getting back over you, he kissed you again. While his tongue explored your mouth, you traced his abs and scars, the one that you kept coming back to was the one on his midriff, a result of a nasty encounter with his father before he became a demon. Finally, he pulled away and tugged his sweats down, leaving him in his boxers. He didn’t bother removing his jewelry, and walked over to the dresser, you got on your elbows and looked in confusion. “What-“ “it’s a collar, Angel. Chill, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry after how hard you got me.” He signaled to his huge cock, bigger than any dildo you’ve ever seen or felt.
“Wonder how you still have those beautiful white pearly wings after all we’ve done together, considering the wings are a sign of purity. I’d say your anything but after all we’ve done.” He went on as he fastened the collar around your neck. “Beautiful.. and it’s all mine.” He traced the collar around your neck, pushing you down. “Open your wings, gonna use them for your first orgasm.” He commanded, and obviously, you complied. Your wings were out and super sensitive as well, he slowly traced them with the tips of his fingers, resulting in a series of whimpers from you. His fingers circled your hole to prep you, only teasing, not going in. He had you distracted with your wings, taking you by surprise when his fingers pushed in and out at a brutal pace “Ah! Min-Minho!” You moaned, losing your ability to use your brain, the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth was pleas for him to keep going. Not long after your high, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his huge dick, only making your cries of his name speed up. He went at an ungodly pace, god, you were so close already that it was kinda embarrassing how quick he got you there. “Oh god, oh god, oh god- hnngh” your moans were soeeding up, as was your breath, your words got cut off by his tip hitting just the right spot. “Not god, baby. Lee Minho.” He whispered, getting you an intense amount closer to the edge. “I’m-“ “let it out for me, Angel.” That brought you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a boulder. “Shit, I’m close, getting close- mmph.” He started whining, his words interrupted by your hand shaking up his chest, squeezing his throat just hard enough to tip him over. “That’s it, Min. Let go..” you trailed off, feeling him spill into you. After he cleaned up and lay beside you, you both fell asleep in each others embrace.
The following morning, you woke up alone, to a note. Angel, I know you’re probably confused since I never leave, but I had to go to work for my ‘Human’ job. Do me a favor and stay, yeah? I’ll be back in a few hours, considering how late you wake up. I don’t have roommates and I still have a pair of your clothes from last time, either that or you can wear my button up and your panties, ya know, a little treat for when I get home? Anyways, stay there and here’s my cell: ***-***-****
P.S. I refrigerated breakfast, your favourite. Text me if you need anything, your dog was well fed before I left, so don’t worry. We’ll talk later, but you should consider moving in with me, at least until we have to go back. I love you! <3
This is gonna be fun.
note: send an ask if you want a part 2 because I, myself, wanted to write a part 2 that isn’t part of kinktober. Also I’m sorry that this is kinda half assed Love you guys! <333
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist.
Day 1: Praise Kink with Regulus Black
Day 2: Thigh Riding with Steve Harrington
Day 4: Spanking with Kit Walker
Day 7: Breeding with Billy Hargrove
Day 8: Choking with Spencer Reid
Day 9: Face Riding with Sirius Black
Day 11: Degradation with Peter Ballard
Day 12: Eating Out with Kit Walker
Day 16: Size Kink with Remus Lupin
A/n: these are my kinktober blurbs from 2022 but I thought I’d make a little Masterlist to help everyone find them. Some have gone missing unfortunately so there are days skipped in here.
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🎃Kinktober Day 24🎃
Day Prompt: Threesome or moresome/Bukkake/Gore
Word Count: 611
Warnings: +18 (MDNI), orgy babes, female reader, kind of poly!marauders, sexual content, mentions of drinking, mentions of many orgasms, very lewd content, and my writing obvi.
A/N: This is criminally short, but honestly, this is just a blurb of a fic that I've been wanting to write. it came to me in a dream, and let me tell you...I woke up shocked.
Sirius Black x F!Reader
It had been the heat of the moment, that was for sure, but you didn’t think no one was going to be regretting the actions anytime soon or at all. You should have known that when Sirius—your dearest boyfriend of four years—had brought up a silly game of twenty questions mixed with truth or dare that thing could get out of hand. And drinking didn’t help either.
Not even an hour into the game all of you were now naked on your and Sirius’ bed. The apartment you two shared with Remus, James, and Lily was now filled with moans and groans which made it sound like a whorehouse. And if anyone walked in or apparated to the apartment, they would see from the open bedroom door as you and Lily sucked off Remus who laid between you both in the middle of the bed while you both were on your knees at each side of the bed as Sirius fucked into you like an animal in heat and James did the very same to Lily. Only moments ago you had been fucked into orgasm by James while you watched Lily squirt all over both Remus and Sirius as they fucked her. You had been the one to kiss and praise into her ear as did so. But right now you couldn’t talk much as Sirius fucked in and out of you swiftly, cock stretching you like you haven’t had three dicks fuck you however they wanted. Like you haven’t cum more times than you could count.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” moaned Remus as his hands dug into your and Lily’s hair. Both of your tongues were fighting to get a taste of his precum, his hands could only guide you to deep throat his cock every so often because neither of you could moan, suck, and kiss one another without losing concentration due to one or more of those overwhelming actions.
“Please,” you both moaned against his tip. Above you both, James and Sirius were groaning and moaning at the wanton sounds and lewd images in front of them. And Remus let out a louder whine when your hand stroked him faster and Lily’s hand went to play with his tightening balls.
Ropes of cum landed on your awaiting tongues, cheeks, nose, hair, and on your hands as Remus gripped at your hair, both of you moaning at the sound of him.
“That’s a good boy,” chuckled Sirius. Remus, though spent, still flipped him off before letting his hand rest on your back, fingers twitching as his body slowly regained its full control.
Both you and Lily let go of Remus and turned to one another. You met in a kiss, sharing Remus' cum with each other, moaning wantonly at the lewd act. She pulled back first to let out a gasp as James began to fuck her faster. In that second, Sirius leaned down, back pressed against you—Remus’ hand trapped there, not like he cared—and whispered into your ear, “Enjoying it, darling? After all, this was your little secret desire.”
You blushed before nodding your head.
“I am, I think we all are, really,” you said quietly, a small whine escaping you as Remus’ fingers began to play with your clit just as he had moved to kiss Lily who was about to cum for the unknown number of times of the night. “Thank you for letting it happen.”
“My pleasure, love,” he said, a bite to your shoulder followed by a sharp thrust. “Now, how about you cum for me one more time so I can finally fuck my cum into you again?”
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do you do a cheating request, if you do what about lily cheating james with his older or younger brother, reader
“James is being a bitch” Lily says to herself.
She had caught her fiancé in bed with another girl. It made her livid. But two could play at that game. And James would regret it.
You were cleaning out the kitchen of the Potter house. Dusting and putting dishes away. Your and James’s mother was sick, and you thought having a clean kitchen would help cheer her up.
As you finished the dishes you turned around to a surprising sight. Lily Evans in lingerie, sitting in the living room chair.
She gave you a smirk as she walked over. Her hips swaying as she moved. She looked at you seductively and it took all the power in you to not look at her chest.
Lily whispered in your ear, “james cheated on me, I though he deserved to get a taste of his own medicine”
The statement catches you off guard. Your brother had cheated? On one of the most beautiful woman in the world no less.
You scoff, “of course he did. He’s a fucking asshole”
Lily nods and then starts to unbutton the shirt you are wearing. “I thought hooking up with his brother will put him in his place. Don’t you think?”
She looked up at you with wide “innocent” eyes. She smirked when you nodded your head.
She started to press wet, warm kisses to your neck. “You taste so good, so much better than James”
You smirk “he’ll hate that you said that.”
Lily smirks too. “To hell with him.”
Lily hopped onto the kitchen table and pulled you in by your collar. She began to kiss your neck as she undid the buttons of your shirt.
Her warm hands peeling the material off of you and discarding it in the room. Her tongue swirled in your mouth. You let out a groan as she began to undo your pants.
The vixen took off her bra and threw it aside. You yanked off your pants leaving you in your boxers.
Lily only wore her panties, and nothing else. She trailed her hands down her naked torso and into her panties. She began to play with her folds as you began to palm yourself.
Your cock growing in size as it hardened. You could feel the precum oozing out. You reached forward and moved her panties down.
You were met with the sight of her wet pussy. Her fingers thrusting into her eager hole, arousal gathering on her fingers.
She sensually licked her fingers before tugging your boxers down. She licked her lips when she saw your cock’s swollen tip.
She began to stroke your member earning a moan. You leaned your head back a little as she swiped the precum off your slit.
“I got something that’ll drive James furious” Lily traced her fingers under your balls.
“And What is that?”
“Why don’t you fuck my tight, little asshole?” She smirked.
“Oh I would like that very much”
Lily got on all fours as she presented her ass to you. She spread her cheeks and wiggled her cunt in the air.
You took your thumb and circled her puckered hole. “Well aren’t you pretty”
You pressed a soft kiss to her asshole. Your tongue thrusting. Lily moaned as you began to eat her out. Your hand going to her clit.
You start to pump yourself as you line up your tip with her hole. You gently push in, earning a moan from Lily.
“Oh, yes!” She screamed out.
She bucked her hips back, causing you to go deeper inside her. Her ass bouncing as she started to match your thrusts.
“Oh, oh! You’re so much better than James!”
You felt your cock start to twitch. You went to go pull out but Lily pushed her hips further back.
“No, cum in my ass. Let James find it later.”
She had a malicious look on her face as she continued to buck her hips.
The evil look in her eyes drove you over the edge as you cummed inside her ass. Your warm, hot seed filling up her tight hole.
You pulled out and see her asshole being filled with cum, it trailing down her cheeks.
In reality you knew Lily was just using you, but damn. She was a good fuck.
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Fuck the Rich
Sooo, I wrote a smutty little one-shot (you can read here or on A03)
Thank you to @athenasparrow for her lovely ✨ Smut Sprinkle ✨ of bending ppl over counters 😉 It really got Lily going 😆
Rating: E Word Count: 11.5k
Warning: Long lead up and then pretty fucking filthy. Lily is super bitter and jaded here — basically what I see could have happened if she’d never given James a chance. And… rich ppl bashing? Is that something I have to warn about? Is that a plus? Again, I dunno, you decide. 🤷🏼♀️
Read story after the line ↓
Fuck, she hated rich people.
Lily grimaced to herself as she followed the frail, old lady through the halls of her larger than life mansion situated here on this vast, sprawling estate. The woman had had the audacity to look at her watch when Lily arrived (at exactly her scheduled start time) as if she was trying to ‘politely’ admonish her for being late. The funny thing about rich people was they loved ‘joking’ that your pay should be docked if you were even a second past the hour, but never seemed to think you should be compensated if you showed up twenty minutes early and they insisted you get to work right away. ‘Because, well, if you’re already here anyway!’
That’s why Lily had started showing up precisely when her paycheck began raking in Galleons. With Apparation, it was just so easy to do. Why give anyone her free labor? This job wasn’t even her passion — it was just her means of keeping her (small, crumbling, hardly suitable) roof over her head.
Fuck. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. Being a chef wasn’t that bad. Honestly, Lily would even enjoy it if she didn’t feel like it was a job she was forced into out of sheer necessity. What was even the point of graduating the top of her class at Hogwarts if no one was hiring her kind? Ahem, let her rephrase that, people without experience who also, just so happened — weird coincidence really, definitely don’t quote us — to be Muggle-born. Lily had watched rejection after rejection owl in from all the prestigious potion companies, followed by the average ones, and then even from the potion shop down the street from her. It turned out a handwritten letter of recommendation from Professor Slughorn himself couldn’t convince the owner of Pop-Up Potions that hiring Lily was worth the possible Death Eater retaliatory attack.
Lily wished that people understood that ‘staying out of it’ was very much still picking a side. And that side was the wrong one.
So, Lily had licked her wounds and tried not to get more and more bitter as all her friends, and enemies, found jobs she would have killed for while she had to scramble for gig economy work. Eventually, she was hired as a chef for a luxury catering company. It worked because she was kept out of sight in the kitchens, and the clients were never the same (but always so insanely wealthy), so no one had to worry about being attacked for employing an undesirable. At first, Lily didn’t understand why the families that hired her didn’t just use their house-elves’ cooking, but she supposed that everyone wanted to try new dishes every now and again. (And a darker, more cynical side of her wondered if these rich prats secretly got off on making other humans serve them.)
Lily got to use her potions skills, but instead of making life-saving brews like she wanted to, she was using her magic to make the best damn five course meal of these people’s lives — all by herself. Who needed a sous chef when you had a wand?
The best part of her job was the pride that came from seeing all her food, all lined up and ready to go, and knowing it was scrumptious and she could replicate it again for herself at home — even though it would have to be with slightly less expensive ingredients. The worst part was knowing sometimes her creations were going to feed the very same people who were pushing her to the outskirts of society. She would never forget the day she accidentally overheard some of her clients say how ‘Muggle-born rights had gone too far.’ It was insane to think that she was somehow good enough to make them their food, but apparently not good enough for anything else. Their logic was infuriating.
And that’s how she ended up here: following this lady through the maze of her home, being told ‘not to touch anything — it’s all antique family heirlooms.’
It’s all Merlin-awfully hideous, is what it is. Why this lady was convinced that Lily would want to run off with her gold-framed oil painting of a basket of fruit was so beyond her.
“And here we are!” the lady announced, pushing open the swinging door to her gigantic kitchen. “I’m sure the house-elves are around here somewhere if you need help finding anything.” Lily knew what that meant: don’t ask me because I’ve literally never used this kitchen before in my life so I wouldn’t even know where we keep the spoons. She turned to leave, but then stopped dramatically. “Oh! The countertops are Italian marble, so they—”
“Stain instantly,” Lily finished for her. She would never understand this. Why on earth would anyone ever pay a premium to install a surface into their kitchen that made it practically unusable? Even a mere drop of lemon juice could forever tarnish the damn entire slab. Because they’re not the ones who have to use it, Lily. You and the house-elves are… “Not to worry,” Lily said out loud as she swished her wand, covering all the counters in a shiny film of magic. “This will protect it.”
The old lady’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”
Another thing Lily just loved about rich people? They always assumed the help was so, so dumb. “Yes. Please don’t worry. I’ve done this countless times. Your counters will be spotless when I leave.”
The lady nodded, either mollified by Lily’s words or by the knowledge that she could simply sue Lily’s company for new marble countertops afterwards, and left out the door.
Lily let out a huge sigh of relief, glad to finally be alone. She opened her tote bag and began emptying out all her coolers before magicking them back to size. If she recalled correctly, tonight’s event was an engagement party — so while the food was always expected to be delicious, tonight its presentation had to be absolutely flawless. Basically, the plates would have to look like edible art — but yummy. Always yummy.
After briefly being greeted by her manager, Lily started on the hors d’oeuvres, laughing a little to herself when she saw the menu choices. Okay, one of the people getting married still had the appetite of a child, because for every high-end option like ‘ahi tuna on a gluten-free wonton crisp topped with a wasabi aioli drizzle’, there was a ‘pig in a blanket with ketchup’ alternative as well. (Truth be told, the appetizers that looked like they belonged on the kids’ menu were always the biggest crowdpleasers. Even with the rich.) She knew which hors d’oeuvres her servers would be fighting to pass tonight. (No one liked having to be the poor sod who had to push ‘goat cheese on a Belgian endive’ on anyone. Coming back to the kitchen with anything other than a completely empty tray was discouraged.)
“Hello, Lil,” Mary, her favorite server and also longtime friend, said as she arrived in the kitchen shortly afterwards.
Lily embraced her in a quick hug. “Mm, you smell nice.”
“You smell like bacon. What’s on the menu?”
Lily laughed as she handed it over. “Knock yourself out.”
Mary’s smile dripped off her face seconds later. “Lil… why does this menu say ‘Black Engagement Party’?!”
Lily snatched the sheet back. “Oh bollocks, seriously?” If she had to make a list of all the affluent, entitled Purebloods that she didn’t want to serve, the Blacks would probably be at the top of that list. “I didn’t think they had an estate out here?” She looked around the kitchen as if there would be a bright neon sign that read ‘Food for Purebloods Only’ just lying about.
“I dunno,” Mary said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Hang on, no,” Lily reasoned desperately. “The woman that let me in — she was the lady of the house and I didn’t recognize her.” The Black family loved being in all the society pages of The Prophet. As much as Lily hated to admit it, she would probably be able to identify the lot of them.
Mary’s eyes got large as saucers. “Unless…”
“Quaffle, have you seen—?” Lily didn’t even get to prompt Mary to continue, because just a second later, a handsome, unfairly fit wizard whom Lily hadn’t seen since graduation three years prior ambled into the kitchen. He stuffed a hand into his hair, and Lily hated that she remembered the quirk so well. “Oh. Hey Evans.”
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk. Lily did a mental replay of her morning routine to recall if she’d put on some makeup, or even paid any attention to her appearance at all. She had not. “Potter,” she replied shortly.
“Fuck,” Mary whispered the word of the day under her breath before zooming off. Lily assumed she was finding a bathroom where she could compose herself — or have a nervous breakdown. If James Potter was here, then there was a near certain likelihood that the Black who had gotten engaged was Sirius — aka Mary’s ex-boyfriend. Lily’s heart ached for her friend. Was there anything worse than having to serve your ex and his newly beloved? She thought not.
“She all right?” James asked concerned, looking at the still swinging door that Mary had exited through.
“She’ll be fine,” Lily lied, covering for her. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, uh,” James said, shifting from one foot to the other, clearly finding himself off-kilter with Lily’s unexpected appearance. “I was just looking for my house-elf.”
Oh. Oh my gods, of course! This is his house! Well. His parents’ house… Lily slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose. She’d known he was rich, but she’d never imagined he was castle-on-the-hill type of wealthy. His whole privileged, popular air at school made so much more sense now. He’d always been annoying, and for a year straight he’d asked her out as a joke, but after she’d temporarily hexed his bollocks off at the end of 5th year (Pomfrey had not been amused), he’d finally gotten the message and steered clear of her. Last Lily heard, he was working for his dad’s potions company — because of course he was.
“Haven’t seen them,” Lily replied.
“Right, okay,” James said awkwardly, looking wholly uncomfortable. Lily wondered if he was still a little bit afraid of her. She supposed that would be a reasonable reaction — she doubted anyone else had ever temporarily castrated him. But in her defense, she had told him if he ever asked her out one more time that she would.
What could Lily say? She was a woman of her word. Her stubborn, stubborn word.
She took a moment to take him in. There had been a couple of times (okay, maybe more than a couple) her final year at Hogwarts that she’d wondered if she had perhaps made a mistake in rejecting him. He’d obviously matured quite a bit, and honestly, he wasn’t too bad on the eyes…
Well, looking at him now, here in his kitchen, he’d only gotten better. He seemed to have finally found a good hairstyle that worked well with his luscious locks, not too long and not too short, and it let his soft curls have a bit of bounce in all their beautiful disarray. He’d also filled into his formerly lanky body quite nicely, and Lily was definitely noticing the slight strain to his shirt sleeves around his biceps and the cut lines of his forearms. His arms. Honestly, those were probably what did her in the most at school… If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the traitorous sting of jealousy the day Emmeline Vance had leaned over to him across her desk and doodled on one of his arms with her quill. She couldn’t explain back then why her blood had boiled quite so ferociously, but she probably could now… if she thought about it. (She didn’t want to think about it.)
Either way, the same hazel gaze that had peeved her before now pierced, and even in his uncertainty, he was still exuding a confidence that had definitely been lacking before. At school he’d given a boyish performance of arrogance. Now, he simply oozed the self-assurance of a man. And a dangerously sexy one at that.
Fuck, Lily thought for what felt like the thousandth time this evening. She was far too horny to be at work. She hadn’t gotten properly laid in way too long, and clearly it was manifesting itself in strange ways. She’d never slept with any of her clients, obviously, but she’d also never even had any sort of desire to.
There is no need to start now, she told her body to no avail.
“Do you need anything else?” she asked him. Sure, he lived here, but if there was anything she hated, it was hosts who hovered in her space while she was trying to do her job — handsome hosts or not. (She was telling herself she hated his presence, ooh, she was telling herself that.)
“Nope,” James replied. “Is there anything you need?”
Oh, so many fucking things, and none of them are PG.
Lily shook her head, trying to clear her unsanctioned, gutter musings. Unfortunately, the follow-up thoughts were not very helpful either. Was this the first time a client had ever offered to help her? Like… with anything? How in the world was it James friggin’ Potter who was showing her more common decency than all the previous pompous wankers combined?
The bar was truly so low.
Just before she could gape at him for too long, wand hand slightly sagging while attempting to chop her onions, her manager Greg came rushing through the door, looking at his clipboard. “Shit, Rebecca’s just called in sick. We’re gonna be short-staffed tonight. Where’s Mary?”
Lily winced. If there was one rule in catering, it was to never let the guests see you sweat. “In the bathroom?” she said mousily, hoping her tone would convince Greg to look up and realize they weren’t alone.
It did. “Oh! Mr Potter!” Greg schmoozed, his demeanor completely shifting to pleasant and ingratiating. “I didn’t see you there!”
“Oh, you can just call me James,” he said, offering his hand out for Greg to shake. “Mr Potter makes me sound like my father.”
“And what a compliment that must be! I’m Greg. I’m your party’s manager tonight.”
Barf. Lily didn’t hate that Greg groveled, because she was sure it often got them extra tips, she just hated that he had to.
James chuckled good-naturedly for Greg's sake while he clapped his hands together. “I feel like since I’m the groom’s best man and live here, I’m duty-bound to be of service. So seriously, if you’re understaffed or need any help tonight, you can always put me to work.”
Greg laughed even though his face said he was crying of mortification on the inside. “No! Nooo, absolutely no need. We got this all under control! Please, don’t let us stop you from getting ready! Everything will go off without a hitch on our end!”
James gave Lily one last good look, making her uneasy and inexplicably twitchy, before giving Greg a nod and leaving.
Fuck. What was that? And how dare he make her so wet? She was at work!
“Shit!” Greg whispered, breaking Lily’s strange trance. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me we had the goddamn host in the kitchen?!”
Could she point out it wasn’t her job to make her manager open his damn eyes? “Sorry.”
Greg rubbed his forehead. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “Now where’s Mary?”
Lily pointed to the door she’d left through, wanting him to go away so she could have peace. No angry managers, no sultry blasts from the past — simply her and her food. Suddenly the end of this shift couldn’t come fast enough. Sure, she wasn’t ashamed of what she did for work, but she knew that deep down, she wished that the first time she saw James after years wasn’t while cooking at his place for a party that she hadn’t been invited to. Obviously you weren’t invited; you were never a part of that circle! But still: it was weird, and Lily didn’t like it.
Now if only she could stop thinking about how bloody good he looked, then maybe everything would be okay.
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“Shit! Shit shit shit shiiiiit!” Greg wheezed, ambling back into the kitchen, not having learnt his lesson and still not looking up, only five minutes later. “Mary says she’s sick and is going home now too! We only have one server for like fifty super upscale guests! This is a disaster!”
“Maybe they both caught the same bug?” Lily fibbed. Rebecca wasn’t a liar, so she probably actually was sick, but Mary deserved someone to have her back today. “We all worked the same party last night.”
Greg looked up at her pointedly. “Don’t you dare get sick on me too. I won’t let you leave. If you vomit, vomit away from the food.”
Ew. “Roger that.”
So half an hour later, Greg and one poor, overworked server were pushing out all the appetizers by themselves while Lily started on the entrees between heating duties.
“The truffle honey brie cups are ready,” Lily said as she heard the door swing open.
“Roger that.”
Lily looked up startled, this time actually dropping her wand. It turned out she too hadn’t learnt from Greg’s mistake.
It was James. He still says that, she thought (somehow) breathlessly.She’d nearly forgotten that the whole reason she said that silly phrase was because it was practically all he’d ever reply to her at Head meetings when they’d been Head Girl and Boy. She’d started parroting it back to him in jest, but then it had sort of… stuck.
It was weird to realize all these years later that he’d had any impact on her, even if it was something as small as a slight tweak to her vernacular.
Before Lily could react, he bent down to pick up her wand off the floor, offering it to her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He had changed out of his grey teeshirt and jeans and was now wearing a crisp navy blue button-up, tastefully (albeit cruelly) unbuttoned two notches. He’d always had beautiful, flawless skin, and that still seemed to be the case, although she didn’t think she’d ever seen that particular patch. She’d made a point to never go to Quidditch matches back in school lest she witness any more reasons to regret her decision to reject him.
“You’re fine,” she said under her breath, trying to ignore the way her fingers had to brush his to take her wand back. Okay, so they hadn’t had to, but she’d wanted them too. Damn, I shouldn’t want to touch him. She turned around to direct all her fingerling potatoes into neat little piles across fifty plates.
“You doing okay in here?”
“Huh?” Sure, she was a professional, but it still took a lot of concentration to keep so many moving parts going.
“Are you doing okay?” he repeated. “I figured Mary bounced after she realized this party was for Sirius because… well. You know.”
Lily turned back to face him, finding him tugging at his hair again. He had to stop doing that. It was making her want to do it for him. “Yeah…” Wow, of course he still remembers Mary. She had dated his best mate in school. Naturally, they must have hung out too. If Lily recalled correctly, Mary had tried to persuade her on many occasions that James was actually a decent bloke, but Lily hadn’t wanted to listen. Of course Mary had said that — she was in love with his best friend! She probably wanted some sort of harmony amongst her people or had some silly daydream about double dates and whatnot. Mary had dropped the topic when she’d realized Lily was going to remain obstinate about the whole thing.
She’d truly always been too pigheaded for her own good.
Lily cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, we’ll manage just fine. We always do. Sorry you heard all that, but I’m sure your family will be reimbursed for getting less staff than you paid for.”
James’ brows scrunched as he observed her. “Evans,” he began slowly, “it’s me. You don’t have to give me your whole customer service bullshit.” She watched as his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbed with what looked like a parched swallow. "We know each other.”
A shiver ran down Lily’s spine, and like most of the feelings she experienced around this man, she wasn’t quite sure why. Did they? Did they know each other at all?I mean, they’d shared a bunch of classes years ago, but had they ever really talked more than a few jibes here and there? She pushed all the confusion away. “Sorry Potter, but I really need to get these plates ready or else—”
“Then put me to use,” James said simply as he committed the single biggest sexy sin: he deftly popped open his cufflinks before slowly rolling up his sleeves.
Oh, fuck you. Was he trying to torture her? Kitchens were already notoriously hot enough without James Potter parading himself around like some sort of mouthwatering arm candy. “That’s okay—”
“Seriously, Evans. I don’t know if you remember, but I’m actually quite good at magic.” She really hoped he didn’t notice she was still fixated on his gorgeous hands and forearms. “So go on. Order me about. I remember you really used to love doing that.”
Oh man. Yep. She was still too horny for this — because that? Him telling her to ‘use him’ and ‘boss him around’ was really doing things for her. Deciding it was easier to just put him to work rather than fight him on it, Lily blew a stray strand of hair that had escaped her bun off of her forehead before showing him the correct wandwork for how to place the filet mignon slices in a delightful staggered row. At least this way, she’d have enough time to finish up her sauce.
They worked side by side for some time, Lily wholeheartedly trying to ignore just how much she liked having him there. Sure, watching a man cook was sexy in and of itself, but just…knowing that there was this whole party going on on the other side of that wall, but instead of being there, he was electing to stay and help her?
Honestly, the whole thing sort of made her want him to bend her over this stupid-ass marble countertop and do her right there. Why could she picture that so easily? Her leggings around her ankles, his hand bracing against the cabinets above her while he pounded into her again and again from behind, bruising her hips as they bumped rhythmically against the counter. She rubbed her thighs together, almost wishing she could feel the soreness that should be there — that would be, if only he let her use him in the manner she so desperately craved.
Fuck, she needed some water. And maybe a cigarette. (She had never even smoked a day in her life.)
“How have you been?” he asked, finally breaking the amicable, if not highly charged, silence between them.
“Fine,” she lied. It was easier to sugarcoat things. She truly doubted he’d ever understand her problems. Why would he? He obviously lived a completely different life.
He nodded.
A few seconds later, she realized it was probably really rude if she didn’t at least ask him the same thing back. “And you?”
James looked at her and smiled, a genuinely warm and lovely smile, and Lily felt her heart skip the smallest of beats. “Good, yeah, really good. Happy for Pads of course.”
“Oh yeah,” Lily hummed noncommittally. “Getting married.”
“Yup.”
“That’s crazy.”
“You think so?” he asked her, completely taking her by surprise.
“I mean, yeah,” Lily fumbled. “We’re still quite young…”
James shrugged. “When you know, you know.”
Lily swished her wand and watched as a sprig of rosemary deposited itself onto every piping hot dish, finishing the plates’ perfect appearance. “I guess.”
James folded his arms and turned to her, leaning back against the (far too saucy) counter. “What? You don’t believe in love or something?”
“No, I do.” Why had the question unnerved her so much? Why did she suddenly feel so defensive?
“We’re just too young?” he pushed.
Lily’s eyes shot up to his with his choice of words. We aren’t anything, at least not together — not in that sense. But the more she saw his eyes shining through his glasses, challenging, twinkling with mischievous mirth, the more she decided she was so down to bang him. The thought had morphed from a naughty daydream to a full-blown mission in record time, but screw it, we are young. Wasn’t youth all about making mistakes and doing what you wanted? She was horny, and if he was anything like he was at school, he was probably also down, so why the fuck not? She’d probably never see him again, so as far as no-strings attached hookups went, he was probably the best she was going to get. Besides, she wanted to shag him. Like, really, truly wanted to have him blow out her back and break her mind from how hard she wanted him to fuck her. Shouldn’t that be reason enough?
It was just sex.
Fuck it, let’s fuck him.
Now all she had to do was glean if he was actually down — but come on, he was spending like a quarter of this party with her; this had to be his motive. Get in her good graces so he could get in her pants — it was practically what he’d tried to do back at Hogwarts, but he hadn’t been as smooth back then. Or maybe she just hadn’t been this desperate, who knew?
Then, once she was sure he was game, she had to figure out how to make it happen.
“Shouldn’t you be out at the party doing best man duties?” she fished.
James’ eyes dropped to her lips and back before his own slipped into a smirk. “He’s so wrapped all over Aya right now, I doubt he’s even noticed I’m gone.”
Oooh, so that’s it. Lily held back a scoff. Weddings always had a special way of making single people feel lonely as hell. Lily was cool with that. If he wanted to fuck away his wedding-related blues and she wanted a good lay to make her temporarily forget all the injustices of the world, that sounded like a win-win to her.
“Lily are the—”
Lily hadn’t even realized her lower lip was between her teeth until Greg’s sudden intrusion into the kitchen had made her bite down on it. “Ow.”
“Mr Potter!” Her manager sounded borderline hysterical. “Can we help you?”
“Oh no, Greg. Lily was just being kind enough to entertain me for a bit. I’ll get out of everyone’s way.” He pushed off the counter, walking past Lily with the brush of his palm against her lower back.
She normally hated it when guys did that. She did not hate it this time. Oh he is so fucking down. She grinned to herself smugly. The rest of the evening passed by pleasantly swift after that.
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“Thank you so much! Really, everyone was simply raving about the food!” the frail, old lady — apparently James’ mum — said at the end of the party when only the last few stragglers were left mingling by the edge of the bar in their backyard. Lily suspected the rest of her crew would probably have to stay another hour for cleanup, but mercifully, she could go home now.
“I’m glad everyone liked it,” Lily said politely, trying not to look at James standing by his mother’s side. It felt wrong to acknowledge him in his mother’s presence considering all the filthy ways she’d already fantasized about taking him that night. After James had helped her make dinner, he’d popped back around for desserts, and then even again afterwards to slip her a glass of champagne. Normally, the servers would be the ones to do that — ‘I’ll sneak you some booze if you sneak me some food’ — but with how crazy the party had been, obviously this hadn’t been the case tonight. Also, Lily had never encountered a server brazen enough to bring Lily a glass of the really good stuff. She had no doubt that she had probably been sipping on a hundred Galleons worth of bubbly. James had choked a little bit when Lily had splashed a dash of orange juice into her flute, but honestly, she didn’t care. If it tasted better ‘ruined,’ then so be it.
Oh, how the other half lives.
James’ mum turned to him. “Will you please be a dear and give this woman her tip and then see her out?”
Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. I don’t want your damn oil paintings, lady. Lily almost laughed to herself as she amended, Just your son’s dignity.
James had the decency to blush with his mum’s command. “Of course.” His mother patted him on the chest before leaving for a separate door that Lily assumed led upstairs.
And then they were alone. Lily checked to make sure she’d shrunk and stashed away all her coolers before removing the counter protection spell.
“Got everything?” James prompted. Did he feel slightly awkward too? Was he perhaps also figuring out a way to get the two of them just as alone upstairs where they could have a little more privacy?
“Oh…” Lily smiled as she turned around and reached for the water bottle that she may have placed on the far reaches of the counter solely so that she could bend over to grab it. If she had to be tortured by the desire to have him fuck her against it all night, then the least he could do was join her in her pain for two seconds. “Got it,” she said innocently as she turned around, hoisting her tote bag higher over her shoulder before slipping her water inside.
She’d never seen James’ cheeks rosier. It was oddly endearing. She wondered if he’d always had a smattering of freckles across his nose, or if they had shown up with his darkening tan. They’re probably new and due to his increased time for lavish vacations now that he’s out of school.
Ugh.
“Great,” James said, still seemingly having a hard time looking her in the eye after her little stunt. “Let me just take you to the vault for a second.”
“Excuse me?” Vault? What?
James looked at her horrified. “It’s not in the basement or anything—”
Lily laughed. “I don’t think you’re gonna kidnap me, Potter. I was more pointing out the absurdity of someone having a vault in their home.”
“Oh.” He looked kind of lost for words. Clearly he didn’t even realize it was absurd. Maybe everyone he knew had one. “Right.”
Lily followed him out of his kitchen and down the hall.
“So you had a good night?” he asked.
“It was all right. Yours?”
“Only all right?” he prodded, turning around and walking backwards so that he could look at her with a boyish grin as he continued leading the way.
Oof. Stop. I’m already gonna fuck you; you don’t have to be any more charming. “I mean, I was working, so…”
James’ nose twitched before he came to a stop. “Right.” He opened an ornate door and cast a special charm on a thick titanium box inside that glowed purple before cracking ajar. Lily didn’t think she’d ever seen that many Galleons all stacked in neat little rows as far as her eyes could see. Clearly the vault had been cast with the same magic spell as her tote bag and could hold infinite objects. Oh how Lily wished her bag was filled with this much gold.
“Uhh…” James struggled, again not being able to look directly at her, but now for a completely different reason. “Um,” he let out a weird chuckle, “what do you normally get… uh—”
It was hard not to take pity on him. Why was money such a touchy subject? Well, you really hate the rich so… clearly the whole money thing affects you too. Lily pushed the bout of self reflection aside.“How much do I normally get tipped for parties that I cook for?”
James slid his glasses up his nose where they’d started to slip. “Yes.” He seemed so grateful she’d found the words for him.
Lily crossed her arms, figuring toying with him might be fun. “Depends. I guess you need to determine how satisfied you were with my work.” James’ eyes sliced to hers before he blinked profusely, and so fucking cutely. Fuck, she had never found him cute before. Truth be told, she didn’t think popular jock James Potter could be cute back in the day. “I’m kidding,” she whispered, leaning into him before his internalized panic combusted him. “You were just making it really weird. But yeah, normally just a few Galleons for a party this big—”
“Here,” he cut her off, grabbing two heaping handfuls of gold and shoving them into her hands.
Lily’s brows shot up her forehead as she tried to balance all the coins. “Yeah, that’s too much—”
“Hogwash.”
“No really, I think you just gave me like, twenty times my biggest tip ever—”
“Great! Consider it backpay for all the times I bothered you in school. Can this conversation be over now?”
Lily looked at him skeptically before tittering, somehow finagling her bag open a smidge so she could throw the money inside. The coins clattered for a good thirty seconds, raining down on all the various coolers and tools she’d brought, before she could talk again. “Well. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Ever.” James smiled. “Please.”
She bit her lip again, but this time, she was fully aware of it. “Okay.”
James ruffled his hair before pointing the way out of the small room. “It was actually good to see you again, Evans.”
Oh crap. Was it silly of Lily to feel slightly cheated? Like, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever been more pitifully worked up in her life, and he was going to send her home? She sighed. She supposed this was her karma for rejecting him all those years ago. Although, she stood by that choice. (She did!) The James walking beside her now was leagues beyond that bloke she’d avoided like the plague back in 5th year.
They got to the grand foyer of his house. “Yeah.” She grinned. “Surprisingly good.”
“Surprisingly?” he repeated teasingly. “Evans, you wound me.”
He was flirting. Was it bad that some of that hope for a possible hookup came rushing back to her? “Let’s just say you weren’t the worst company tonight.”
Clearly her face was doing something, because his expression suddenly seemed to morph to match it. Was he getting it? Was he understanding that bedding her tonight was a done deal? She’d heard that some ridiculously high percentage of all communication was nonverbal, and in this moment, she believed it. A look flitted across his face, but was gone an instant later. “Do you…” His eyes strayed from hers, watching the way Lily licked her lips utterly enraptured before snapping back. “Do you wanna…?”
Lily nodded at him encouragingly. “Stay?”
James blinked rapidly, as if physically removing the confusion from his eyes. “Um, yeah?”
She shoots, she scores! Lily cheered to herself, so glad this whole night wouldn’t be a complete bust. It really was so hard to go out and mingle with people her own age when her work hours were literally everyone else’s party time. “Awesome.” She gave him a charming smile, figuring they were both finally on the same page. “Do you mind if I use your shower first? Sorry, I smell like food.”
James shook his head, still seeming to have a hard time processing the entire chain of events. He was probably used to having to work harder for it, but at this point, Lily was so ready to get off and was past the point of caring what any rich douche thought of her. “Oh, yeah. Of course. You can use mine.”
Lily followed him up the grand staircase, making small talk and glancing at the various childhood photographs of him that lined the wall. As far as she was concerned, they were far more interesting to look at than the stupid fruits on display downstairs.
“And this is my room,” James announced rather unnecessarily. Even if he hadn’t been there to proclaim it, Lily was sure she could have found his space by the loud pop of Gryffindor red on the walls or the various Quidditch posters plastered everywhere.
“Wow James,” she teased, closing his door behind her and walking around, taking it all in. “This feels very…”
“I know,” James admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “I haven’t really changed anything since school, but honestly I keep telling myself I’m about to move out so it doesn’t matter, but then…”
“You don’t,” Lily finished for him. Normally, she’d feel pissed, thinking about how he was blessed with the advantage of free room and board only to be considering giving it up… but then she realized that if he wasn’t planning on living by himself soon, she would judge him for his inability to grow up.
It was rather silly how you could always find flaws in the people that you were already determined to hate anyway.
How was James Potter making her think of him — and people like him — like a person? It was pretty uncomfortable. She rather enjoyed thinking of all the privileged assholes of the world as one entity. One conglomeration of misery that met every Tuesday to discuss how they could ruin the lives of everyone else. Of poor people.
All that being said, this was hardly the bachelor pad she’d been envisioning for him. It was damn near impossible to picture him bringing that many girls back here.
“Yeah,” James sighed. He pointed to the door in the back corner of the room. “That’s my bathroom. You can shower and there are fresh towels in the closet.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “I can go back while you—”
“No, that’s okay,” Lily responded quickly. She wasn’t going to take that long. Why would he leave? That sort of defeated the whole purpose of tonight. “Stay. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay,” James agreed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as she disappeared into his bathroom. It was clean as hell, but she supposed that was to be expected when he had house-elves; she wouldn’t be giving him any unearned credit for tidiness that wasn’t even his own.
The first thing she did was stare at herself in the mirror. Sure, so it wasn’t her best look, but it wasn’t her worst either. And clearly, the man wasn’t complaining. She turned on the water while stripping out of her gross work clothes before stepping in and melting under the divine water pressure of James’ shower head. She could really get used to this. (It might just be the best perk of being rich she’d discovered so far, you know, besides all the other obvious ones.) She scrubbed and shaved herself quickly (thank you wand) before toweling off and rummaging through her bag for her emergency eyeliner. If she was going to shag this guy, she might as well feel her best while doing so.
Satisfied that she was presentable, Lily performed a quick hair drying spell, clutched the towel around her chest, and walked back into James’ room, finding him sitting at his desk, bouncing his knee. He popped up to his feet as soon as he saw her re-enter, his eyes wildly scanning down her towel-clad body. “Hi.”
He was still fully dressed. Lily had no idea why, but she’d have bet money that he would be lounging across his bed in his boxers by the time she got out. Maybe with one leg propped up and open while he leaned on his palm. “Hi,” she responded with a curious grin. Did she, Lily Evans, actually make him nervous? Like, not scared-for-his-bollocks nervous but… this kind of nervous?
“Good shower?” he asked, his eyes seemingly unable to keep from dipping to her towel periodically as she walked up to him. She had to imagine it was a thrill just knowing how close she was to being totally bare for him — because no one looked that good in a fluffy red towel. If she’d have seen his awestruck expression in a vacuum, she would have assumed he was watching the most beautiful woman on the planet approach him in the sexiest lingerie known to womankind. Not because of this.
She was ready, he was ready, so why should they keep playing games? “Excellent shower,” she whispered as she dropped the towel, standing before him naked.
There was a three second beat.
“Holy shit.”
Lily laughed, appreciating that he was at least trying (and succeeding) to make her feel special. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss. He took a second to reanimate, a nice further touch on his part, but then Lily felt his fingers as they clutched her waist, pinching her in as he pulled her closer, flush against his body, before responding to her lips’ fervor. Fuck, the man knew how to snog. Lily rarely found anything as disappointing in life as having a crush whose kissing style vastly differed from her own, but all it took was two seconds to realize this would not be the case with James. When their mouths danced and her instincts took over, she knew that she could switch her mind off and just let her body feed off of his. She didn’t have to overthink, she didn’t have to analyze, she could just feel her yearning and have it be answered by his, because his body was picking up what she was putting down and meeting her there. He groaned into her mouth and her hips stuttered, somehow already so fucking primed for him to take her.
“Fuck Lily,” James breathed between kisses, reaching down for her bum and picking her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around him so he could spin them the other way and deposit her onto his desk. “Where did—?”
But Lily didn’t want to entertain his questions; she wanted to get him naked. “You’re still awfully dressed, Potter.” She kissed and nipped down his neck, squeezing her calves so that his tented trousers grazed her cunt, hopefully reminding him that she was exposed for him already, so let’s get a move on. Her fingers got to work plucking open his buttons, pulling back slightly so she could see his chest as she pushed his fancy shirt over his broad shoulders. Fuck! Yeah, not attending his games had definitely been a smart act of self-preservation on her part. The man looked like a friggin’ model straight out of her dreams.
“I’m living out my fantasy,” James panted, finally helping her out and shrugging off his shirt, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor in a heap. He seemed to really love the attention she was giving his neck. It only encouraged her to graze her teeth a little bit rougher, loving how she could directly feel the effect it had on his breathing. “Give me a moment.”
Ugh, there was the cocky arsehole she remembered. The line was just so corny. “You’ve always wanted to fuck your chef?” she sassed back. He could try to win her over with witty rehearsed one-liners, but she sure as shit didn’t have to fall for them. As far as she was concerned, she was hooking up with him in spite of who he was, and definitely not because of it.
James laughed but didn’t respond, instead opting to lean forward into her and claim her mouth once more as he dragged her closer to the edge of the desk, his hand on the small of her back just like she’d liked so much in the kitchen. He didn’t seem to be able to help himself from rocking her against him, making them both moan in unison. This whole situation just seemed like a drawn-out tease, and Lily was ready to get to the real action.
Truthfully, he was far too good at kissing, his tongue wickedly playing with hers, and if Lily wasn’t careful, she might just let him do this all night. She had to remain focused. She couldn’t get distracted… no matter how much it seemed like James was cheekily, rakishly trying to. She pushed his body back slightly by his warm, far too chiseled chest so that she had room to finagle with his belt, biting and tugging on his lower lip as she pulled the leather end free. “I need you to fuck me, Potter,” she commanded before pulling the belt all the way out and pushing down his trousers.
James’ jaw clenched as he stepped out of his pants and took both of her hands in his own in order to pull her from the desk, leading her towards his bed. “What do you want?” he asked gruffly when she stood beside the mattress. He hurriedly pushed his trunks down so that he was just as naked as she was.
Fuck yes. She had no idea why — again, probably for survival purposes — but through the years she had convinced herself that he had to have the world’s tiniest pecker.
Turned out he didn’t. Not even close.
“Eyes are up here, Evans,” he taunted, and Lily was almost mad that she’d given him the opportunity for such an easy line.
“From behind,” she said, already knowing the pure havoc those simple words would wreak on the poor boy. The same basic, primal instinct that she knew she was tapping into to get the best reaction out of him as possible was the same reason she wanted the position in the first place. She didn’t want his fake romance or any platitudes that he’d forget spewing as soon as he came — she wanted to get fucked. Raw and hard and deep. Right fucking now. If she was nothing but a servant to people like him, he could just as easily be nothing but an easy shag for someone like her.
She crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at him, making sure to give her hair a good flip. He looked like he’d just died. She was right: he was easy. “Chop chop.”
He shook his head, trying to get at least some blood back into his brain. “Chef humor.” It didn’t come out as a burn or any sort of comeback, but more like the words of a man who was trying to prove to himself that he had some semblance, any clue really, of what was going on around him.
Lily chuckled. She had to at least give him brownie points for putting those two things together in his addled, fully erect state. She knew men weren’t always at their brightest when their cocks were so painfully hard.
But then, James seemed to want to regain some iota of his dignity back. Standing behind her, he gently skimmed his fingers from her tailbone, over her arse, all the way through her pussy lips while his free hand tugged absentmindedly on his cock. The sight stole the breath straight out of Lily’s lungs. It was dumb, because he was about to be inside of her, but she wanted to be the one with his cock in her hands. She wanted to feel him as he thickened, ride him as he throbbed, and taste him right before he wilted. She wanted him all, all to herself.
“Are you ready?” His voice was a timber so low, so sexy, she thought she might have gotten even wetter — a feat that she wasn’t aware was even possible.
“Touch me and find out.” She bit her lower lip, not sure anymore if she was still seducing him, or just in desperate need to bite something, anything, if she couldn’t bite him. He was currently this perfect combination of flustered and eager and it was completely driving her up a wall.
He followed her heed and slipped one finger into her, whimpering almost as loudly as she did when he felt her body clutch around him greedily. “Fuck, Lily, you’re so fucking wet right now,” he breathed as he slowly began to massage his finger in and out of her.
Lily arched her spine, flexing into the welcome feeling of him discovering her. “I’ve been this wet for you all night. So kind of you to notice.” Her fingers scrunched into his sheets, clearly some expensive, high thread count shit, as she lowered her chest to the mattress, displaying herself all the more blatantly for him. Had James been a viable dating prospect for her, she probably wouldn’t have been so shameless. If James Potter was someone whom she could actually date in the real world, she might be playing it coy, or give a single flying scruple about how he could interpret her visible keenness for him to plow her senseless as a negative. Because, who knows why, but actively wanting to get fucked is still seen as a negative for girls. But alas, the James Potters of the world never ended up with the Lily Evanses, so… she could be as real, and as lustfully turned on for him as she positively was… and show it.
“Fuck,” he repeated, actually sounding tortured as he added a second finger inside of her.
The naughty stretch was everything Lily had been missing these past few months. She rocked forward as she muffled her cries into his mattress, letting her bottom lip drag across the satin sheet as she slowly tilted her head up before looking back at him. “Yeah, just like that, Potter.” She hadn’t expected him to be quite this talented of a lover, but she supposed she shouldn’t be that surprised. He did have a reputation after all. And it’s not like he was ever an academic idiot. She figured he’d always learned things quickly enough. And boy am I benefitting from it now…
He’d gotten on his knees behind her at some point, face eye level with all the action. His stare kept oscillating between his fingers, watching them disappear into her over and over again, and her face, as though sinking up all the events in his head as one, continuous reality that he now had the absolute privilege of living. “May I?”
May I what? “Yes.” Lily decided whatever he was asking didn’t matter. In that moment, she’d let him do anything.
A second later he leaned in and his face disappeared from view as he replaced his fingers with his tongue and moved his thumb’s attention to her clit. Lily yelped in pleasure, the unexpected switch nearly driving her to the edge already. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever had a man eat her out without her prompting him to (quite insistently… for months) and the shock alone was thrilling. It was so dumb, but as James licked her again and again and, so beautifully, rubbed her nub in tight, satisfying circles, she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot. In what world was Potter the one giving her head? In what world was he the guy who was going to make her come with his mouth when the so-called saviors of her world had laid on their backs and expected her to service them as a reward for all the ‘hard work’ they did on the daily of treating her as an equal?
Sure, James had been an ass, but had he ever treated her as an inferior? Had he ever made her feel worthless? Or had he just been a standard, teenage idiot?
Had Lily really been missing out? Had she really shot herself in the foot purely out of spite by misjudging him? Was she insane for altering her whole life view around the act of cunnilingus?
Fuck. She was thinking again.
His tongue made a broad, firm lick against her clit before flicking her back and forth and Lily wanted to scream, settling for balling his sheets in her fists instead. “James…” she sighed with a suppressed moan, eyes screwed tightly shut. He was far too good at this too.
He lapped at her more incessantly and Lily couldn’t believe she could feel that his lips had formed a smile. “You like that?” he teased.
Yes. No need to be so smug about it.
Lily reached behind her and pulled on James’ wrist, tugging him up so that he was forced to return to his feet. The way he wiped his moist lips on the back of his hand, reminding her of her own arousal for him, was lethal. “Yes?” he asked, chest heaving in and out exaggeratedly as he stared into her very soul. She had to look so pathetic, face smushed into the mattress, cheeks flushed whilst on the verge of breaking for him, but you wouldn’t be able to tell from how he was looking at her.
“Fuck me. Now. Please.”
“Roger that.”
She could only watch the first few seconds after he lined himself up behind her, because as soon as he started pushing in, his cock feeling so fucking good and so right inside of her, she had to turn back into the sheets, muffling her whimpered whine as she hit her left fist into the mattress beside her face. It wasn’t fair. Someone so hot shouldn’t have a cock so perfect. James Potter should not have the perfect face, and the perfect body, and then also the perfect boyfriend dick that was exactly large enough to fill her up so generously and make her feel every damn inch of him as he thrust himself into her from behind — making her so unfairly aware of just how deep her body could stretch when she was hot and bothered for him — but not too large that she felt like crying at the thought of taking him like this forever. She wanted to get fucked like this forever. She wanted to have his cock in her cunt, in her mouth, wherever else he wanted to shove it, in perpetuity.
“Does that feel good?” he gasped behind her, his right hand migrating from her hip up her body until it found her chest, his grip possessively digging into her breast. How were they fucking already but he hadn’t even properly worshiped her tits yet? How was it that a few hours ago she was celebrating the innocent placement of his hand upon her back, and now she was pondering just why he hadn’t yet mapped out every centimeter of her body with his tongue?
“Yes,” she bit out. “Harder.”
James groaned as he obeyed her command, his hips snapping back and forth at a brutal pace. His free hand applied light pressure against her lower spine so that her body stayed in place, just where he wanted it. The move kept her from jostling too much up and down the bed, allowing her cunt to fill to the hilt with him with every punishing thrust. “Like this?”
“Harder.” She wanted him to hit her so deeply that it finally shattered her.
For some reason, the muffled curses he breathed into her shoulder as he bent completely over her, doing everything within his power to grant her request — his hips never stopping even though it seemed as though his brain was frying — was the thing that was curling her toes and making her eyes start to roll up. His balls were hitting against her clit, and Lily had never wished more vehemently that she could see the action herself.
“Fuck, Lily, fuck—“ he got out in choppy bursts before his teeth finally sunk into her skin. It turned out she wasn’t alone in her need to bite the shit out of anything she wanted to either fuck or squeeze to death. His right hand left her tit and instead migrated to the mattress so he could interlock fingers with her, pushing her palm down.
“Just like that… just like that,” she babbled incoherently, feeling herself so fucking close to the edge that she could taste it. Which is why she fully screamed when he pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back. “Potter, what the fuck—!”
“Your turn,” he said simply as he collapsed onto the mattress next to her and pulled her on top of him. In any other context, she would hate just how much he was throwing her body around like he owned it. In this particular instance, she wished he’d never stop. “I wanna see your face when you come.”
“Fuck you,” she grumbled as she swung her leg over him, realizing that if she wanted something done right, she really would have to do it herself. She was ready to ride one out on him, hot and heavy and fast, but just as she sunk down on his cock, James sat up, his hands clutching onto the back of her shoulders. She felt oddly cocooned in this embrace, safe and warm and… held? What the fuck is he doing? It was impossible not to watch his face in this position, impossible not to see every emotion that played out in his eyes as he looked lovingly from her lips to her lashes before he tangled a hand in her hair and kissed her, deeply.
Lily gasped and pulled back when the intensity of their snog became too much, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt her cunt flutter around him. He’s been edging you so hard, she told herself. She told herself. She told herself.
He lazily rocked her on his lap, giving Lily far less friction than she needed as he tucked some loose hair behind her ear. “I bet you regret not giving me a chance in school now, huh?” he whispered arrogantly.
Excuse me? First of all, fuck you. But Lily realized she didn’t need a second of all, because she simply just could. With more than a bit of anger, she ignored his words and instead pushed James’ torso down onto the mattress, hard, so that she could shag him with renewed vigor, ridding his stupid face from her sight in the hopes of coming with impunity. She ignored his knowing chuckles even as she appreciated the way his fingers came between them to rub her clit for her.
She imagined him in the kitchen telling her to put him to use. She pictured him on his knees behind her willing to do whatever it took to please her. And yeah, fine, she envisioned the look on his face when he had realized back in school that she was not someone he could mess with — and then she came harder than she’d ever come in her life, her head thrown back and her nails digging deeply into his pecs.
She didn’t realize tears had welled in her eyes from the pleasure until James had flipped them back around and she could feel them trailing down her cheeks.
“Do you mind if I come?” His hips were moving agonizingly slow, as though he was hedging his bets until he got a proper answer out of her.
“What?” Lily asked, not really understanding what was going on anymore.
“Can I come, please?” James repeated, the pleading tone of his voice knocking some sense into her. They were forehead to forehead, and Lily felt like he’d just shagged her so well that she needed to be that close to his desperation for it to actually register.
“Sure,” Lily allowed, bonelessly melding into the mattress as James fucked her with everything he had, his thrusts solid and rough as he sought his own end. The bed groaned as he pounded away into her, her thighs widening to accommodate his brutal onslaught while her hands finally sunk into his hair.
He moaned, either from the way her cunt was squeezing him or from the way her nails scratched his scalp. “Lily…” His voice was pure even as his body destroyed her.
“Fuck, James,” Lily whimpered. “Come. Come for me, please.” She wanted to watch him. She wanted to see him come undone.
“Thank you,” he breathed, his hand traveling up to clutch at her chin and hold her in place so he could kiss her as he spilled himself into her. His lips glided over hers, demanding yet soft, sweet yet sinful, and Lily felt powerless to their pull.
She fought to breathe when he finally let go, somehow overwhelmed and simultaneously left wanting as she realized their session had come to its inevitable conclusion. “You’re welcome,” she tried saying with a laugh. She wasn’t sure if it worked, but she knew her attempt at least helped to quell the weird butterflies he’d coaxed from her belly. His face was still hovering right above hers, so how the hell was she supposed to feel? She knew it was human nature to bond after sex. She also knew that it was in her best interest to deny this instinct. “You’re awfully polite when you shag.”
He chuckled as he began trailing kisses down her face, past her chin, and over her clavicle, and Lily secretly rejoiced that she hadn’t ruined the moment. She would love to experience the feel of having her tit being sucked on by his expert lips, and he was getting so awfully close, but perhaps she was being greedy. She had, after all, just come from a one night stand — and magnificently at that. She’d practically already hit the jackpot.
“Is that a bad thing?” he murmured, his lips lingering just beneath her collarbone, and Lily felt a horrid tug a little lower under her left breast.
“No,” she admitted, far more openly than she was used to as she forced a swallow. “It’s just not what I expected.”
He grinned, and the tug disappeared only to be replaced with a new one. A stronger one. ”You had expectations?” His body was crushing hers, and yet she couldn’t find it within herself to shove him off.
“Well yeah. Sure. It’s hard not to think about when a boy invites me to his room.”
“Oh.” Was she imagining things, or did she just watch his whole body deflate in real time? Why was Lily suddenly struck by the strange notion that they were having two completely different conversations?
Her awkward shifting prompted him to pull himself back and out of her. “Lemme get you a tissue.” James reached for his nightstand, grabbing one and turning back to her like he had every intention of cleaning her up himself.
What the fuck? “I got it, thanks,” she cut him off, snatching the tissue and wiping away the trail of him she could feel leaking out of her. Sure, there was probably no sexy way to clean up post-coitus, but there was definitely a way where she could at least hold on to the last dredges of her propriety.
She’d choose that way. Every single time.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” she announced, hopping to her feet and making a dash for the door. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if she was acting strangely or if he was. She was pretty sure it was the latter. Well, it was him first, and then she was simply reacting accordingly.
Lily sighed. Whatever it was, it truly didn’t matter, because they’d both gotten what they’d come for, hallelujah, and now Lily could be on her merry way and James could catch the very tail end of his best friend’s celebration of love without feeling like a single loser. Lily peed, put on her old clothes, splashed some water on her face, and was ready to go.
“Thank you for a lovely time, Potter,” she said cordially as she exited the bathroom, ready to pick up her bag and bounce.
“Oh… You’re leaving?”
Lily felt her neck physically crick as she looked up to find him sitting on the edge of his bed in his trunks, his elbows resting on his knees. Why was everything he was doing tonight surprising her? Why? She’d half expected him to already be gone. Leaving would have been a foolproof way to avoid any further awkwardness. What the fuck was off with her? She usually trusted her intuition so much. She was used to being right. “Yeah…” she began. “I have a shift in the morning. Turns out people like to schedule all their parties on the weekends.”
“Course.”
She hated the sudden tension in the room. But worse? She hated how hurt he looked. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times before he finally asked, “Can I owl you?”
Lily tucked a lock of her wild sex hair behind her ear, doing everything in her power to not remember all the ways he’d just disheveled it. Was this not a one-time thing? A ‘Hey, I had a crush on you in school but we were both idiots back then so it was nice to finally see what it could have been like?’ or a ‘I was really frustrated with my life, and you sort of represent everything bad in it (sorry about that), so this was a great way to work some of that tension out of my system’? Lily paused. She supposed it sounded a bit messed up when she phrased it to herself like that.
“You don’t have to,” she eventually answered, wanting to let him know he really didn’t have to do the whole fake-chivalry act for her. She guessed it was sort of like what he’d said downstairs in the kitchen when she’d given him her customer service spiel: this was her. They knew each other. So why pretend like this night hadn’t been exactly what it was? She was fine knowing they’d merely shared a night of passion or whatever, and they could just leave it at that. He didn’t have to owl her the next day to absolve her conscience or anything.
James stood up, looking her dead in the eye. A pulse of longing shot down Lily’s core like a lightning bolt. It was the first time all night he’d looked even partially ticked off. “I want to.”
Lily felt oddly nervous. She’d just fucked this man. He’d just come inside of her and she’d needed to clean the mess they’d made together from off of her thighs, so why was this the behavior that her body was deeming to be ‘too much’? She wanted to ask, ‘What do you want from me?’ but the declaration seemed far too melodramatic to utter out loud. At the same time… it was all she could think of. What was he doing? He’d gotten what he wanted… didn’t he know playtime was now over?
“Sure.” She swallowed thickly. “You can do whatever you like.”
He didn’t stop approaching her until he was standing directly in front of her, forcing her to look up at him. “Good. I will.”
She felt more exposed now than when her actual arse had been in his face. She could barely breathe as her eyes tracked the slight upturn of his lips as they slanted into a grin before getting lost in the golden specks of his irises. Why did it suddenly look like he’d won something? And why did it feel like what he’d won was a prize they both secretly wanted?
What had she done?
“Okay.”
His smirk turned lethal. “See you, Evans.”
Lily backed away slowly, not knowing whether it was better to keep an eye on him, or to turn her back as quickly as possible to break whatever unnatural hold he had on her psyche. All she knew was that a few seconds later she had her spine pressed against the outside of his door and was wondering what the hell had just happened.
Fuck.
#my fics#Jily smut#fuck the rich#xavier serrano#jily oneshot#james potter smut#lily evans smut#kinktober#Jily kinktober
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓
Razor, sub!lily, dom!reader, f!receiving oral and fingering, pubes
Lily sat on the edge of the tub, her legs spread and you between them. The shaving creme that was on her mound disappeared with every stroke of the razor, you rinsed the razor after each stroke, gently shaved the crease between her thigh and cunt then between her lips. You left a little patch on her mound, after rinsing her off you got to work on a little heart shape, smiling as you did so, always loving that her pubes were the same color, maybe a bit lighter than her natural red.
Rising her off again after shaping it to the perfect little heart just right above her slit. Lily was wet, you could see it. Your two fingers spread her open, her cute little clit now peeking at you, you leaned in and ran your tongue along her cunt, the tip of your tongue teasing her clit. lily gripped the edge of the tub, her other hand went down to her cunt and spread herself more open for you. your hand that was spreading her now stopped and your fingertips circled her entrance.
You felt her clenching around your finger once you pushed it into her, your tongue never leaving her clit, doing circles around and over her clit.
“Your tongue feels so good” lily gasped, her hair almost falling from the clip she put it up in.
You barely leaned off her cunt to speak, “you know what to say when someone does something nice for you” you said then back to her sweet clit you went.
Lily whimpered, her fingers felt tired from spreading herself but she pulled through. “Thank you, thank you so much” she squealed out. Her thighs threatened to close but she knew better than to let it happen.
“That's my good girl” you mumbled.
@bunnyweasley23 @b-aobao
#morwaps—𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐#kinktober 2022#kinktober#lily potter x reader#lily evans x female!reader#lily evans smut#lily evans x you#lily evans x reader smut#marauder era#marauders era smut#lily potter#lily potter smut
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DAY THREE - L. EVANS & J. POTTER
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟒𝟔 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
It’s been almost three weeks since you went into the clinic. Ever since you went to go see Dr. Evans, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Her and her bright red hair, her beautiful green eyes that gazed down at you when you were coming, and her lips that had crashed down on you with such ferocity that you felt like you couldn’t breath.
It’s been three weeks since the sensations she caused plagued your body. It’s been three weeks since you felt so much pleasure, you’ve tried to recreate it, (no matter how dirty you felt afterwards) but you haven’t been able to feel like that again.
Frankly, you’re terrified. You don’t think what happened that day was okay, but it never felt so good.. nothing had ever felt that good.
You’ve been in a slump, to say the least. And that’s how you found yourself here, in a club of all places.
You’re friend felt it necessary that you branch out of your comfort zone. Ever since you went to the gynecologist they had been pushing you to do different things, in their own words, “You’ve already had a doctor see your hoo-ha, might as well finally pop the cherry!”
The entire conversation was downright filthy. Your friend do not have a filter, and they used really weird vocabulary which made the entire conversation worse.
B/F/N had dressed you up in clothes that would make your mother faint, and your father to lock you in a tower. You were wearing a tight-skinned black dress that showed off your body, and your hair was made you into a beautiful hair-do that you only do on rare or special occasions.
The music was so loud that you felt your eardrums were going to pop. People kept bumping into you, and one woman even practically shoved you out of her way. The lights are off, and certain light bulbs throughout the club flash on and off to go with the beat of the music.
Everyone is either high, drunk, or both. You’re head feels like it’s going to explode and all you want to do is go home, and watching some crappy movies. But B/F/N had declared that you weren’t going home until you at least got drunk off your ass, or get laid, whichever came first.
Neither of which seem to be happening any time soon.
“Alright babe,” B/F/N says, tossing their arm over your shoulder, they already halfway to drunk as all hell, and gestures over towards a woman sitting at the bar, staring at B/F/N, “I’m gonna go and talk to the pretty lady over there.” They spin to you, putting their hands on your shoulders and staring down at you seriously, “Now remember,” they wave a finger at you, “no leaving until you’re either drunk as fuck or losing your virginity, got it?” You nod hesitantly, knowing as soon as they turn away, you’re leaving. “Good,” they nod firmly, “go have fun and live a little.” With that, they’re turning away from you and going to the woman.
You sigh. Might as well finish the drink they paid for, even though it tastes like pee. You grimace as the whisky (or was it vodka?) hits the back of your throat.
“That’s not exactly how you’re supposed to drink that, love.”
You jump, a squeak escaping you as turn to look at the person who spoke. Your eyes were wide as you took in the man leaning against the bar. His hazel eyes stare down at you with amusement and something else, something like what Dr. Evans looked at you with. His lips were pulled up in a smirk, and his tongue flicked out to touch his bottom lip. His beautiful black hair was in a curly mess atop his head.
He was gorgeous.
“Like what you see, love?”
You jump again, immediately looking away from him as heat rushed to your cheeks. You fiddled with with the glass cup, needing something to do to combat your embarrassment. You take a drink of your drink (seriously, is it vodka or whiskey?) to try and keep from looking at him. You could feel his stare, his gaze burning through you.
You felt …. excited? There were butterflies in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but look at him out of the corner of your eye. He held a glass of something, and would occasionally sip at it while looking at you.
You clear your throat, trying to gain confidence before you talked to him. After a couple seconds, and another sip of your drink, you look over at him, “Can I help you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow slightly in order to appear intimidating.
He chuckles, “No, just enjoying the view.”
“Oh, god.”
You moan as your back collides with his bedroom door. His lips were pressed against yours, acting as a force to keep you against his wall. James, you had learned his name while talking to him for over an hour at the bar, held your hands up beside your head, his interlocked with yours. His hips were pressed up against your, his knee in between your thighs.
It was so much.
Everything felt like it was magnified by ten. It felt like what it did with Dr. Evans.
James pulls his lips from yours, and trails heated kisses down your neck. You felt so hot, your dress felt like it was suffocating you. You wanted it off.
“Please,” you whisper, moving your hips against his knee. It sent a shock down your spine, pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. You feel like you’ve been lit on fire.
James chuckles, “I don’t know. What do you think, Lils?” He moves away from your neck glancing back at someone over his shoulder, “Should I indulge her?”
Startled, you look over James’ shoulder, eyes wide as you look for ‘Lils.’ Your eyes connect with a woman sitting on a chair, her legs crossed, bright hair trailing down her naked chest. A gasp lodges in your throat, shock racing through you. You try to pull away from James, but he keeps his hold on you, keeping you pressed against the wall.
Dr. Evans is sitting across from you, naked, and a smirk spread across her lips.
“Oh darling,” Dr. Evans purrs as she trails her finger down your naked chest, her fingernail scratching your exposed nipple. You jump, a whine echoing through the bedroom. “You look utterly delicious like this.”
Your sprawled across their bed, your arms and legs tied to the head and footboard. You’re completely exposed to their eyes, as James and Dr. Evans sit on either side of you, each playing a different part of your body. James was rubbing your clit gently, his finger tips barely pressing into your exposed hole. Dr. Evans played with each of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them as you jolted with the sensations.
You look up at Dr. Evans with wide eyes, your lips stretched around the gag in your mouth. It was all too much. To many sensations at once. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as your hips jumped with each touch against your clit.
“You were right, Lils,” James says, a playful smile stretched across his lips. He leans down and pulls your clit between his teeth, a screech is pulled from your lips as you try to squirm away from him, it’s too much! “She’s perfect.”
#lily evans x reader#dark lily evans#dark james potter#james potter x reader#james potter smut#lily evans smut#day 2 kinktober
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Kinktober 2023
welcome to my official kinktober 2023 masterlist! below will be the upcoming events for the next 30 days. i do not promise to post every single day but will do my best to give you new content throughout the next 30 days. given that i predominantly write for the marauders era, it can sometimes be a struggle for be to write for others.
with that said i want you all to find something you enjoy within this list so i welcome everyone to send in requests over the next week and a bit. there is no limitation, so send as many as you like, and for whomever you like. just make sure to include a character and a kink or check out the list below for some of the ones i've already got on the books.
L'amour Existe Encore
language kink - sirius black
it felt like a thunderstorm was roaring in your head. you heard him, felt the droplets of sweat drip from his hair and land on your back, and felt his fingers bruising your hips, but none of it registered in your brain the way it should have.
╰┈➤ October 1st
Slow Hands
somnophilia - remus lupin
somehow—honestly, you were surprised—he managed to remain asleep, and you couldn't help but feel utterly and completely filthy for doing this to him. it was sacrilegious and scandalous, and it turned you on like nothing else.
╰┈➤ October 4th
Drunk In Love
thigh riding - james potter
it was almost painful to have your lips not touch his. his hands were everywhere and nowhere all at once, leaving you restless and squirming in his lap. you were completely and irrevocably lost.
╰┈➤ October 7th
Talking Bodies
sex toys - poly!marauders
when you found remus' eyes, they were blown wide; there was something feral in them that made you clench somehow even tighter. he had asked a question but was demanding an answer, and the correct answer was that you came again right now.
╰┈➤ October 9th
No Sugar Tonight
orgasm denial - lily evans
lily evans was a siren, blessed with poetic beauty and ethereal femininity. everything she did was for a purpose, done with careful consideration and forethought, and tonight it was all done to drive you insane.
╰┈➤ October 12th
Closer
hate fuck - james potter
james fucked you like he always did, hard and fast, without mercy. he never treated you like a person but rather like a toy—an object to take his frustrations out on, a hole to fill with cum.
╰┈➤ October 15th
Isn't It Lovely?
praise kink - sirius black
you swore he did it on purpose—he always did. sirius treated it almost like a game. he could turn you off with a look across the room, a simple touch, or even a word when whispered in that rasping voice.
╰┈➤ October 18th
Do Me Before You Do Your Homework
cockwarming - remus lupin
lines of saliva kept your lips connected, and he was staring at you with dark desire. his eyes were blown with lust, and you felt him twitch within your warm walls.
╰┈➤ October 21nd
Three of a Perfect Pair
threesome - wolfstar x reader
preview coming soon
╰┈➤ October 24th
#kinktober masterlist#kinktober 2023#all characters are welcome#all kinks are welcome#requests are open#sirius black#james potter#lily evans#remus lupin#draco malfoy#ron weasley#harry pottor#blaise zabini#fred weasley#george weasley#hermione granger
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October as a Marauders fan is like yaaayy kinky smut but also “remember how everyone died, went to prison, and ended up alone for 12 years?” Yepp!
#marauders#marauders fandom#october#kinktober#everyone dies#remus lupin#sirius black#lily evans#james potter
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Characters: Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Additional Tags: Angst and Porn, Smut and Angst, Angst, Fingerfucking, masked hookup, hidden identity, POV Lily Evans Potter, Emotional Hurt, Sexual Content, James Potter is a consent king, Kinktober2023
Summary:
Getting your heart broken when you’re 17 seems to alter your brain chemistry more than you would think. Which is the precise reason why Lily has no intention of reconnecting with the friends she lost at the end of school.
And besides, she has no chance of knowing anyone at the masked Halloween party her friend drags her to. Especially not the guy in the devil mask. Right?
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - 𝓱.𝓳𝓼 - LILY’S KINKTOBER
Pairing: Smoker!Han x fem!reader
genre: smut
theme: thigh riding
warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, clothed sex, kissing, making out, hickeys, groping ig?, reader cums in her pants, boob kink bc it’s Han, jealousy, hair pulling, he calls reader princess and baby, cigarettes, handjob, blowjob.
notes: this was so lazy 😭 I’m so sorry, please tell me if I should rewrite it.
“woah- you look..” Jisung trailed off as you walked into the party. “Slutty, I know. You can thank fucking Felix for that.” You glared at said man. “Just giving the people what they want!” he yelled to you, walking away to probably find Hyunjin, his boyfriend. “No, you look.. great. Like, really great.” Pausing a bit before saying the last great in his sentence. “Okay..” you gave him a skeptical look, not failing to notice how his eyes flickered to your chest. “I’m gonna go find Dahyun, see ya.” You waved, also not failing to notice how his eyes trailed to your barely covered thighs and he visibly gulped. You turned around, feeling his burning face on you, if looks could kill, you’d have a hole in the back of your head right now. You felt his eyes on you all night, even while you were talking to Seungmin. “He’s staring, go talk to him.” Seungmin said once he had enough of Han’s pining. “No, he makes me nervous~” you whined, hitting Seungmin’s chest. He just chuckled and walked away, noticing Han walking over. “Hey, you wanna get out of here?” He asked, nudging your shoulder. “Uh, Yeah, why not?” You quickly spoke, internally chastising yourself for being so openly nervous. Following his lead, he opened the car door for you, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car. He put his hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down, constantly inching up closer to your heat, but teasing you by going back to your knee. Your arousal was increased tenfold with the way his fingers traced circles on your thigh.
He pulled into a parking lot, confusing you even more than you already were. “C’mon, I got cigs in the back.” He climbed into the backseat, pulling out a pack. “Why?” You asked, very ready to smoke, but still curious. “I- well- I was bored!” He whined, trying to justify his actions. You both took turns smoking the same joint, getting high with no explanation because these were normal cigs, right? “Oh yeah, these were infused with weed.” He giggled, taking another smoke. “What?!” You laughed, not even able to be serious. “Oh, princess you should have seen how hot you looked, wanted to fuck you right there.” He whispered in your ear, not able to be serious at all, but very horny as you took a smoke. “You too Hannie, should see how wet I am.” You guided his hand down to your heat, whining. “Fuck,” he pulled you onto his lap, moving you back and forth, while whining at the stimulation of his bulge.
both of you were a sweaty and horny mess as you grinded against each other. “Fuck, ride my thigh.” He managed to get out, sobering up quickly. He pulled his cock out, leading your hand to jerk him off while you rode his thigh. He fondled your boobs roughly, not even trying to gentle, just trying to get you to reach your release before he did, not wanting to prematurely come like a horny teenager, though he wasn’t far from being one. Moving back and forth, you felt the knot get tighter, but you just couldn’t get it to snap. “Sungie, please, need to cum.” You begged, he put his hand against your underwear, dress rolled up above your boobs at some point, and he rubbed your clit back and forth, leading you off the edge. “Fuck, so good,” you murmured after coming down from your high, you got on your knees in front of him and slowly teased his hard dick. “Fuck, baby, please.” He begged as you took his head into your mouth, slowly going down to take him in fully. “Fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back as his cock hit the back of your throat. His hand flew to the back of your head, softly guiding your head up and down. You slowly increased your pace with no regards for his sanity, going up and down quicker while your hand fondled his balls, inching him closer and closer to his release. “I’m close- please, please, please!” He begged, bc who doesn’t love whiny Han? You put his cock in between your boobs, trapped behind your jet black, lace bra, and bounced up and down, making him come with a loud moan, all over your chest and face. Getting up, you cuddled him on his lap. “Fuck, we need to do that again.” He sighed out, suddenly calmed from the post nut clarity. “Definitely, but take me out on a date first.” You giggled, rolling down a window to let some of the smoke out. “Of course, I’m not an asshole!”
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Kinktober Nearly Closed!!!
Only two days free on my kinktober so send in any requests soon
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🎃Kinktober Day 3🎃
Day Prompt: Fisting/Stuck in Wall/Sweat
Word Count: 847
Warnings: +18 (MDI), “C” word usage, enclosed spaces, large crowds, Poly!Marauders, no Peter, alcohol, possibly triggering for anyone with claustrophobia.
Lily Evans x F!Reader
It was funny, really. Stupid even. But it definitely wasn’t something neither you nor Lily could have foreseen. The day had started incredibly well, everything going according to plan with your and lily’s plan for the Hallowe’en party that had been in the making since the second Autumn made itself known. Lily and you shared many things in common, but the thing that made you both best friends back in Hogwarts was the shared love for spooky season. So, today was meant to go flawlessly otherwise one of you would pop a blood vessel. And to a degree, it had. Remus and Sirius had done wonderfully by taking care of the food and drinks that would be consumed throughout the night; James had—surprisingly—managed to get the list of the decorations he had been given, and even added some things he had deemed would be a perfect addition. You and Lily had rewarded him nicely before the party had started; Remus and Sirius also received something too, of course.
But things had gone downhill soon after your and Lily’s apartment had gotten a little too packed. No one had remembered to set a limit to those invited, and thus the extended invitations had gone forgotten. And it was so loud. The neighbors weren’t home which was a beautiful gift even if they weren’t throwing a party. But the number of people was beyond anyone could have guessed, to the point that walking around was complicated, and it was easy to get pushed. And it was so hot in there that some people kept going outside, or had an extended party outside too. But your cute little slutty bunny costume was not made for the crips night, nor was Lily’s sexy pirate.
But at one point, everyone had chosen to stay inside. That’s when things got complicated, all over again. You and Lily had gone to get more cold drinks while everyone was being loud and chatty in the living room. The kitchen was packed too, and the fridge had been raided.
“Nothing,” you said before dragging Lily with you to the small cabinet where the rest of the beers had been hidden and were warm rather than cold. It was so small in there that only Lily fit, but in your journey to get the task done, you forced your body halfway to pick the twelve pack, but—like the first time you had gone in—you got stuck.
Lily had taken her sweet minute laughing at you while you practically stood there bent over, arms crossed, and a deep frown. Not like she could see it. But then, to worsen the situation, the kitchen filled up even more with loud and drunk people. Thus, Lily got pushed flushed against you. Her crotch right on your fishnet-covered butt cheeks. It did push you further a bit more.
“Get me out of here!” you hissed turning to look at Lily. You had expected her to look annoyed with everyone, but her eyes were fixed on your ass. Hands just flat on the swell of them. You hadn’t even noticed when her skin had made contact with yours, more focused on fixing your embarrassing situation.
“Li-” you got cut short when her warm hands traveled up and down your legs before grabbing a handful of your ass without shame.
Your hot body was now beyond what should be normal. It was almost feverish, you could feel your forehead sweating, your hair was beginning to stick to all the overheated skin it could find.
Lily’s forefinger trailed from the back of your neck down to the flimsy slit that covered your pussy. Your hands were quick to cover the moan that threatened to slip. Even in the noisy kitchen you were sure someone was bound to hear it. It was one of those things you just knew some dirty minded person couldn’t ignore. And there were plenty you knew.
But Lily seemed focused and on a mission. The more she teased, the more you couldn’t tell what was making a mess of you: your slick or the collecting sweat.
The parts of the fishnet that covered you were definitely soaked, and it was confirmed when Lily moved the clothing aside so her fingers could feel you.
“Fuck,” she hissed, and without warning, two of her fingers slipped in.
You almost fell forward as your knees buckled. You held yourself steady by putting your hands flat on the walls that were encasing you. Thank Merlin you weren’t claustrophobic.
Lily was so focused on your pussy swallowing her slim fingers that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings.
“Didn’t think you had in you, Evans,” said a voice behind the both of you.
Lily’s fingers pulled back from your clenching cunt. You gasped at both the voice and the sudden removal of Lily’s fingers.
You turned your head to see Remus, James, and Sirius obscuring the view from any prying eyes, but their eyes were on your very exposed cunt. All of them eyeing you like candy.
“Got room for us?”
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Happy Kinktober loves 😘 We back!
Wickedly Twisted
New Chapter: Problematic
Song 🎵 by Twin XL
If you want a visual of what happens in this chapter, I cannot recommend @daiz-nsfw new nsfw drawing enough here. You’re welcome. Look at that talent 🤤 👀 (Hers and his 😏)
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Lily pegs James. No I will not elaborate, yes I am writing the fic
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DAY 31 ━ J. POTTER, S. BLACK, R. LUPIN, L. EVANS, & M. MCKINNON
SYNOPSIS → in which you weren't meant to be studying.
WORD COUNT → 768 words
WARNINGS → not really smutty
You were exhausted. Stupid exams.
You will be glad when your exams are over. You've been studying forever. And you hadn't even had your first exam.
You trudged up the lengthy stairs, your arms filled with text books, and your sack laid over your shoulder limply. Your tired eyes stared ahead, seeing everything but seeing nothing.
You felt a harsh bump to your shoulder, sending your sack and books onto the floor. "Shit," you whispered, immediately dropping to your knees. Overwhelmed tears flooded your eyes, on the edge of spilling.
You grunt, hardly able to push yourself up off the floor. It should be illegal to assign so much homework. Exams should be illegal.
It's like professors never want their students to sleep.
Once you finished climbing up the stairs leading to your dorm, - you had almost tipped back at least three times - you used your elbow to push open your door. A small sigh escaping your lips when you toss your things onto your bed.
The dorm was empty; the girls were spending the nice day outside. Your girlfriends - Marlene, and Lily - had told you that they - along with Mary, Alice and Dorcas - were going after classes.
You had probably two hours before they came back to get ready for dinner. That was enough time to get at least two assignments done.
Another sigh, and you were pulling your textbook, and quill towards you. You'll go from smallest to biggest. That way you might be able to get half of the assignments done.
"Stupid OWLS," you grumble.
You were bent over your paper, your quill clutched tightly in your hands. Ink was splotched on your hands, and every once in a while you had to stop writing so that your hand didn't cramp.
You were on your second assignment. Your first one - History of Magic - had taken longer than you had expected. Now you're on Transfiguration. This stupid essay is insane. What the hell is McGonagall thinking?
This is almost as bad as math.
You were so focused on your work, that you didn't notice the door opening.
"Shit, how the hell does that even work?" you mumble. "Transfiguration should not be this hard." You jumped nearly out of your skin when a hand landed on your shoulder, "Holy shit." You spun around, your hand flying to your chest. Lily looked down at you with her hands on her hips, her beautiful red hair pulled up in a tight bun. "Oh my god, don't scare me like that Lil's!"
"This is what you've been doing instead of meeting us at the Great Lake?" she asked, her voice stern.
"I had to study!" you defend yourself. You were in no mood for a punishment just because you didn't want to go outside. Sure, you had said you would meet them and your boyfriends down there, but you had really needed to get these assignments done. "I have like three more essays to do! I couldn't just go outside and ignore them! You know how I am, if I don't do it when I have time to, I won't do it at all. And we have OWLS, and I can't slack–"
"Woah," Marlene interrupted, placing her hands on your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against her chest. "Chill, m'love, you're fine."
You closed your eyes as Marls ran her fingers down your head, petting you. A small sigh left your lips and let yourself relax against her. You didn't pay any attention to anything else.
"What do we have here?" your boyfriend, Sirius Black, said his voice laced with amusement.
Your eyes shot open, and you jolted forward slightly. What is with these assholes scaring you?
In front of you, stood all of your boyfriends, and Lily. Each of them had their hands on their hips, all sporting scolding scowls. (Except for Sirius and James since they could never take anything seriously.)
"Our puppy," started Lily, "has been studying all day when she knows that we have a specific time set for that."
You lightly scoff, "What's wrong with studying?"
"Hey," snapped Remus, your eyes flying over to him, "Watch the attitude."
"What's wrong with it," said Lily, "is that you get overwhelmed with it easily, and don't do as well as usual."
Before you could say anything, Marlene used her grip on you to lock you into place as Lily crawled towards you. Lily grabbed your chin, and forced you to look up at her, "And I think that a pretty puppy like you shouldn't have to think at all."
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