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Just found your page and I’m in looveee can I request number 15 with Jily and lily distracting james? tyy xx
Hello anon! I'm glad you're enjoying it here at my chaotic little blog, lol. I also found it very entertaining to still be receiving smut requests xD
I wasn't in the mood to write anything too smutty, but I loved the prompt, so I hope you'll still enjoy this little microfic...which in a meta way is also something of a tease (;
Distractions
“Stop distracting me,” he grumbled, tongue returning to its spot sticking out of his mouth. He’d been trying to get the wrapping paper to stay put long enough for him to tape it down for several minutes now, constantly losing one of the sides and inevitably having to work on the fold all over again. Meanwhile his fiance seemed absolutely set on causing his failure.
Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe again, and James felt the whole right side of his body burst with goosebumps. “This is how you best learn, though,” she teased, taking the soft skin between her teeth, “under pressure.”
He huffed, because she wasn’t wrong, but his determination to succeed was slipping the longer she toyed with him. “You said Petunia’s presents were always so meticulously wrapped it was practically an insult,” he was grumbling again, but it was nearly a pout, “and so here I am, trying to make sure ours are even more insultingly meticulous, and you’re sabotaging the endeavor!”
The bit of tape he’d been trying to use wrapped around his finger as she answered, “Mmhmm…” her lips now moving down to his neck.
“Lily…” James sighed, grip on the wrapping loosening. Suddenly, he winced. “Bugger all!” Pulling away from her, he brought his middle finger to his lips. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me a paper cut. Are you happy?”
It certainly seemed that she was, given that she was now laughing at him. “Oh, poor man. How ever will you survive it?”
“You’re infuriating. Are you aware of that?”
She grinned wickedly, because of course she was aware, and of course she delighted in it. Her expression turned serious, then, and he was sure it was a ruse, but when she reached out and took his finger, he still gave it to her. “Let me see…” She said tenderly. “Oh, this little nick here?” She pulled his finger toward her, kissing the spot softly, and he groaned in anticipation for where this was headed. “Oh, well we can fix that…”
Lily pressed her lips against his finger, once, twice, then licked across the pad of it slowly, her green eyes staring into his. James shuddered, biting his lip, dropping his gaze to where she was now taking the tip of his finger into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue swirled around it, felt his cock twitch as she let out the softest moan. “Fucking hell…” James breathed, and then she was pulling her head back, smiling at him.
“There. All better.”
“I fucking hate you.”
She laughed, throwing her head back, and the sound of it was more captivating than anything she’d done before.
“Well, then, you might hate this…” Lily smirked, and James didn’t know what to expect next, but his stomach flipped at the way she was looking at him.
She pounced, sending him crashing to the floor, her body flush against his in a moment. As he fell, James accidentally kicked the present across the room, sending it crashing into the wall. He imaged the lovely glass ornament shattering in its box, but his hands were on her hips and Lily was biting his bottom lip, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, moaning as she rocked her body into his, and James forgot all about presents and wrapping and paper cuts, even the time of year or the room he was in or what day it was.
She could, without fail, distract him from everything.
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Stupid T-Shirts || Read on ao3|| 5.4K || Rated E
Originally inspired by a TikTok trend, re-inspired by Jily Twitter.
The last night on a group vacation, Mary pushes everyone to engage in a tacky T-shirt swap before going out. Suggestive shirts, months of pining, and one particular tequila shot finally lead Lily to reach her breaking point. Drunken kisses can be dismissed and joked about, but this—this would be crossing a line they won’t be able to uncross.
“Something wrong?”
James’ voice gives her a start, his mouth close to her ear in an effort to be heard over the pulsating music. She clutches her heart and spins around only to be met with an apologetic grin.
Brushing some hair from her face to regain her composure and settle her hammering heart, her eyes dart around—most onlookers have gone back to their own activities, but still the memory of all the stares remain.
Sighing, her brows knit together. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”
”Why would I be?”
She gestures to his shirt. “I mean mine is at least innuendo. Yours is a damn advertisement.”
“I mean would I have picked the shirt myself? No. But I don’t mind, you know, the message. A reminder, if you will.” He takes a sip of his drink and even in the low light, Lily can spot the way his cheeks color. She watches, enraptured, as his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, and she blames the attention on the sheer amount of alcohol she’s had. “I mean, I like it. And I’m really fucking good at it. So why be embarrassed?”
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What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed?
A @jilymicro-oops using all the @jilymicrofics prompts from May and July 2023. Special shout-out to the lovely and talented @constancezin, whose artwork meshed perfectly with this extended version and inspired some of its set-up (you'll see! 😉). 9k words, rated E.
Happy love day, friends! Please enjoy this tooth-rottingly fluffy smut as my valentine to all of you 😘💘🍫💝
Read Accidental Magic on AO3.
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April 19 “fly” for @jilymicrofics
She’d kill to be a fly on his wall.
She imagined him leaning against the edge of that four faster bed. He’d be high from his time flying, and she’d probably be dead. He was always the hottest when she was alone with him in her head.
She was the opposite of modest.
“God, yes.”
She remembers the shag against the farthest back wall where he’d almost made her fall, because he was just too damn tall. He’s got her wrapped around his finger after all. She wants to watch him all the time, to have little things to recall. She’d go running if he called.
But he was busy next door in his room. She was alone left in nothing but her socks and shoes. Her dress had been discarded by the booze. Trying to keep her grip on her pillow loose, her toes curled, and she knew she was screwed.
“Fuck, I need you.”
First his shirt.
Then his trousers.
Lily whimpered a little louder.
James couldn’t hear her, not with the wall between them, but God she wanted to see him. She wanted to watch as he ruffled his hair before grabbing a towel. She wanted to stare at his ass while he climbed in the shower. Instead, the wall gave her some space to imagine it all with her hand between her legs.
Now she’s lost in a daze, her body ablaze, and she only has herself to blame.
It slips from her mouth, from her veins, as she cries out, “James.”
And suddenly his voice answers, “keep moaning my name.”
He joins in her sins, he fans her flames.
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For @mppmaraudergirl's Alight With Happiness Jily Fest, a combination of Day 1: The Big Moments and Day 2: The Little Doe-mestic moments.
“Let’s go have our wedding night, Mrs Potter,” he whispers against her mouth.
She laughs again. He’s never seen her so joyful, and it’s not the drink, because her smile has been alight with happiness since the moment she stepped into the ceremony hall. “It’s still day outside.”
“A wedding afternoon, then.” Another kiss, this one chaste. “And then a wedding evening and a wedding night. I finally have you all to myself and I intend to take full advantage of it.”
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Completed, 2.5k words, rated M.
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Call Me By Name
Jily Muggle AU | Rated E | Chapters 1/ ? | 3.8k+
Summary: After a not-so-great breakup with a not-so-great boyfriend, Lily comes to the conclusion that is you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Whether mechanically, hydraulically, or auditorily..? She WILL find the key to that currently unreachable pleasure.
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Chapter 1 snippet below the cut...
“You have tried, right?” Marlene quizzed.
“Of course, I’ve bloody tried!” Lily responded indignantly.
“Have you read that book by Effie Potter? A Women’s Guide to Self-Pleasure?”
“No, I can’t say I have,” Lily said dryly.
“Honestly you should. In fact, you can borrow my copy. That woman is heaven sent I tell you. If that book and a new vibe doesn’t get you there, I don’t know what will.”
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Call It What You Want - Now Complete
An Indulgent Jily Workplace Enemies to Lovers AU
The sex was supposed to have been a one-time thing. It was a mistake, shouldn’t have happened in the first place. The other one had just been there at the right place at the right time. It had everything to do with needing to find a release after a most difficult and stressful day at work. It had absolutely nothing to do with them actually liking each other. Please, they were frenemies at best, nemeses at worst.
This is a Jily Workplace Enemies to Lovers AU written for and inspired by @athenasparrow. Title and chapter titles inspired by Taylor Swift’s reputation.
Thank you to all of you who have followed along. I hope you will enjoy the final chapters of this story of mine, which we truly have @athenasparrow to thank for, because she sent me a bunch of smutty snippets that I could not resist turning into a full-fledged 80,970-word fic.
To those who will read this in the future: I hope the experience will be worth it and that you'll learn to love the characters as much as I do.
Getting Caught Up In A Moment, Lipstick On Your Face... I Wanna Be Your End Game... King Of My Heart... Read Chapter 19, 20 and 21 of Call It What You Want HERE!
Click HERE if you want to start at Chapter 1.
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28. ❛ i told you to stay still ❜ 💗
And two months later I am finally getting to this prompt...apologies for the wait!
Prompt list by @omgjumin. (@jilymicrofics)
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking Mulciber is a prick who needs to be put in his place every once in a while.”
“Yeah, but”—her voice fell to a whisper—“it could’ve been so much worse.”
His voice grew tender too, his eyes softening from their defensive flare. “But it wasn’t.”
“I know.” Her head was hung, eyes inspecting the toes of her black leather shoes, fringe shielding her wet eyes from view.
“Lily.” He reached out a hand with his uninjured arm. “C’mere.”
She yielded, flooding into his chest in a heartbeat. Hers was a prayer to protect him from harm. His was a one-armed breath of fresh air after a stale few hours in the Hospital Wing.
She pressed a kiss to his mouth and he noted the damp smudges on her cheeks.
“Hey. What are these for?” His thumb brushed them away.
“For you, Idiot. I thought he was going to kill you—he looked so mad.”
“He couldn’t kill me if he tried.”
“James.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” And he pulled her back into him, arm properly slotting around her waist, chin resting atop her dark red head, eyes closing to the afternoon light flitting through the windows. “You know...Madam Pomfrey isn’t in her office right now.”
She couldn't help her ridiculing laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
She didn't have to see his face to know he was wriggling his eyebrows, and she laughed again as he all but pulled her onto his lap with his good arm and swallowed her shriek with his lips. Fervent, needy lips.
A moment passed before she broke away, resting her forehead against his. Breathing deeply. “I’ll kiss you on one condition, Potter.”
“And that is?”
“You have to stay still."
He looked pained for an altogether different reason than that under the bandages across his chest, neck, and shoulder. But he agreed.
A speedy matter of rearranging limbs later, and their fronts were pressed up against one another like daisies between books, moulding to each other’s lines and angles. His hand was in her hair, fingers gentle on her scalp. One of hers cupped his jaw, the other gripped his shoulder—the good one, the naked one—using it to steady herself as he rocked up into her the slightest bit and her head spun.
He winced.
She set him with a stern glare. “I told you to stay still."
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Written for @jilymicrofics prompt: Horrified
Word count: 286
NSFW warning
“She saw us! I know she did!” Lily shuddered, horrified as she peered out of the kitchen window. Her fingers made a gallant effort to close the buttons of her top. Something that would have been a lot easier, were it not for her husband’s hands still underneath.
He was clearly trying to distract her from the fact that their new neighbour had just walked by while they were making good use of the fact that Harry was out for a play date.
A soft groan rose in her throat when James’s lips suckled on her neck, her pulse racing. “She’s already seen us now, love,” he murmured in encouragement. The feeling of his hands tugging at the cups of her bra made her head swim.
He made a good point, not that it mattered much. His hips ground into hers and the fire flared up once more. A needy whimper escaped her lips. Her hand reached up to slide into his hair, keeping his lips to her neck.
“They’re going to be scandalized in a small town like this, Potter,” she told him quietly, making no effort to stop him from bending her over the kitchen counter.
“Absolutely horrified,” he chuckled in agreement, fingers disappearing into the front of her shorts. “So, I think we should give them something good to gossip about, then. Make it worth it. Don’t you agree, Mrs Potter?”
A gasping moan affirmed his words as he stroked her through the thin fabric of her knickers. Emerald eyes sparkling as she reaches out and pushes the window open, the spring breeze flowing into the kitchen.
Rolling her hips into his hand. Moaning in delight, she smirked; “Let’s get into some trouble.”
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No. 12 - Indulge | Jily Microfic March
Thank you @jilymicrofics for the wonderful prompt. This is the one that inspired them all xx
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Smut warning : )
The benefit of being Head Girl, Lily mused, was indulging in the prefects bathroom at 2am on winter break while the rest of the castle was sound asleep.
The whole room smelt of lavender and Lily could feel it diffuse deep in her lungs as she inhaled the steam that hung around her like a soft cloud.
She sighed as she dipped her head back against her towel and let her legs float up into the bubbles, wiggling so her periwinkle painted toes peaked out of the water.
Inside the bath there was no mess. Lily could shed her worries and focus on the warmth of the water and the scent of the bubbles. Because outside this room, there was a lot of mess.
Lily may have first sailed across the smooth Black Lake to Hogwarts as a naive first year, eager to please her teachers and learn about the newly discovered world, but the lake had turned choppy and dangerous and Lily felt like she might capsize and drown at any moment. Her assignments were certainly more complex, she was confused over whether she should pursue charms or potions for her Mastery…whether she should choose either of them at all, really.
Lily knew a muggle born in this climate would not succeed at the ministry. But leaving? That felt like giving up a piece of herself she hadn't discovered until eleven, but was nevertheless a part she held sacred.
And James . He may have been a thorn in her side for six years, but this year? He'd been nothing but kind…attentive…reliable.
Lily had to admit he’d grown up.
And there lay the confusion: because she may have been lying to her friends for months, but Lily knew, in the sanctuary of her own mind, that she could admit she was attracted to James Potter.
She hadn't noticed it at first. Her attraction had hit her as suddenly as a summer thunderstorm.
It was too bad he had stopped asking her out this year, really.
Lily was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the door creak open and heavy footsteps echoed on the stone floor.
Lily pushed off the wall and grabbed her wand.
She wasn't the naive first year anymore .
“James” she said in surprise as a familiar silhouette rounded the corner.
He skidded to a stop, frozen and staring at her like a deer caught in headlights.
She would have called him out on it if she hadn’t been staring herself.
He’d clearly just come in from a fly. His broom hung from his hand and his hair was windswept in such a way that Lily wanted to run her hands through it and snog him. His tracksuit pants slug low over his hips and Lily could make out a small line of his toned stomach as his hand automatically jumped to his hair upon seeing her.
A nervous habit, Lily now knew.
She was making him nervous .
She felt a rush of power run through her even though she'd just lowered her wand.
“Um sorry” James said his hand moving up as if to cover his eyes, though his hazel gaze seemed unable to break the way it was locked on her. “I…ummm…yeah…came in from fly…and wanted a bath…obviously you're here…not that I wouldn't want a bath with you…I mean oh Merlin”
“Is James Potter lost for words?” Lily questioned, smirking up at him.
He looked back at her, eyes wide at the teasing, husky tone her voice seemed to have taken.
His eyes darted down to where Lily knew her breasts were barely covered by the bubbles. His tongue darted out to run along his lips and Lily was overcome with the sudden urge to run her own tongue along his lips.
“You always take my breath away Lil” he said wading deeper into the intimate moment Lily seemed to have created “I just normally say something stupid instead of stumbling all over my words”
He admitted shuffling his feet, his gaze now on the floor.
Lily felt her stomach flip at that particular confession and thought back over the years. Was that why, all along ? She thought she might be teetering on the edge of a cliff about to glimpse something wonderful.
Could he….
Lily found she wanted his hazel eyes back on hers, instead of boring into the stone floor.
She leaped.
“James” she whispered, her voice so soft she wondered if she’d have to repeat herself.
But his head snapped up immediately as if she’d shouted.
“Do you want to get in?” Lily asked, her hands clenching with nerves under the water, unseen.
Lily was thankful James had such an expressive face so she could read his reaction before he said anything.
She saw his eyes widen in surprise, his pupils dilate in arousal, and his fiddling hand betrayed his nerves. Shock and hope settled on his features as he stared at her.
“Yeah?” James asked, eyes seeking hers.
“Yes” Lily reassured him letting a slow smile creep over her lips.
He stepped forward before hesitating, suddenly looking pained “Lily I can’t just shag you” he said “are you…I need…what are you saying?”
“James Potter lost for words again?” Lily asked, though this time her tone was much softer “I don't just want to shag you James” she said softly, surely. “I want all of you” she clarified when he remained silent.
“I want all of you too” he said clearing his throat as he looked up at her and she was surprised to see his eyes were wet. “I just thought I'd missed my chance”
“Well you might if you don't get in here” Lily teased pushing herself slightly up so the water settled at her waist.
“Fuck” she heard James mutter under her breath and felt a smug sort of satisfaction wash over her.
She didn't think she’d ever seen someone move so fast to get in a bath. She almost asked him to slow down so she could admire the ripple of his muscles as he lowered himself into the bath.
But it seemed more than the water slowed him down once he was in. Whether he was tentative about the moment that had been building for years, or nervous about what might come, Lily couldn't tell, but he moved slowly, reverently as if he might wake from a dream when his skin touched hers.
“Your glasses are going to get wet” she whispered, the unfiltered thought leaving her mouth before she had the chance to edit it.
James huffed an incredulous soft laugh that tugged at Lily’s heart strings. “I can't take them off” he said “Merlin, Lily, I need to be able to see you” he grinned bashfully at her, before dipping his head.
Lily felt a hot flush start at her collarbone and spread up to her face. By the soft exhale that escaped James’ parted lips she suspected it might have crept even lower.
“You're beautiful” he murmured, finally close enough she could touch him.
“You're beautiful too” Lily returned honestly, letting her eyes sweep over his top half once more before lingering at where the water lapped at his hips, hidden beneath, a part of him she'd only caught a quick glimpse of when he hopped in.
She thought her flush may have grown darker when she tore her gaze away to meet his eyes once more.
Lily felt an involuntary shudder run through her body. She'd never had someone look at her quite like that before.
She felt his breath stop momentarily when her fingers grazed his chest, only to become more sure in their place when he blew out a deep trembling breath and stepped closer to her.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.
Lily felt her own breath hitch as she nodded and his face softened before he dipped his head.
Lily used the grip she had on his abdomen as balance to lean up and meet him.
He kissed her softly and tenderly, as if they were both testing the waters instead of having flung themselves fully naked in a bath together.
She couldn't have held the soft sigh of contentment she released if she'd tried.
She was happy she never tried because her sigh seemed to propel James closer to her, his hands now firm and sure on her waist.
Lily pulled at his bottom lip gently, eliciting a delicious moan from deep in his chest before pulling back slightly.
Their kiss had been soul soothing and gentle, full of the tenderness and trust they'd built up over the years.
And Lily would look back on that kiss as one of the sweetest moments they'd had.
But right now she was burning for him and she needed him to be sure, so they could burn together.
“More James” she said, her voice low, her lips inches from him.
“I'm afraid if I push too hard this dream is going to shatter” James whispered, staring at her his eyes unguarded and vulnerable in his confession.
“This isn't a dream James” Lily said, her arms meeting behind his back. “I'm not going anywhere. I’m on fire for you and I’m going to combust if you don’t-
His lips interrupted her reasoning with a fierceness that had Lily catching her breath. His hands pulled her closer to him, and started to trace every inch of her like he was trying to commit her to memory.
Lily wondered if she’d find scorch marks left on her skin where his fingers blazed hot against her.
“Merlin yes James” she moaned long and low as she tried to return the kiss with equal ferocity.
Lily may have been embarrassed about how ready she was for him, if he hadn't let out a growl that sent her shivering when his fingers discovered her dripping.
But she didn't have room for doubt: not with the sound he let out just beside her ear and the hard feel of him pressing against her hip.
She was surprised when he stopped her hand as she moved to encircle him, to drive him to an unthinking mess like he was doing to her.
“You can't touch me” his low voice spoke against her lips, his eyes shining as he broke their latest set of kisses “I need to last. I want to be inside you”
“I want you inside me too” Lily whispered, her body aching for him, her magic crackling against her skin as his fingers moved again to drive her over into the sweet abyss of bliss.
When she came, James broke away to watch her and she tried to capture the hazy, hungry, tender look on his face before he leaned in to kiss her.
Lily wondered how they could have possibly made it through the whole year without this when she felt him pressed up against her entrance.
He paused, and Lily whined, moving her hips to try and encase him.
He groaned, helpless to do anything but sink into her.
“Lily wait” he whispered, looking pained at the stillness he held.
Her answering noise of protest had his lips quirking, but he cupped her face and his hazel eyes blazed into hers.
“Lily I love you” he said softly, with the sureness of a thousand times.
Lily felt her own eyes prickle as a smile burst across her face “I love you too” she laughed, before moaning as he sunk impossibly deeper.
His hands were under her, moving her with his hips as he backed them against the wall of the tub. His fingers dug into the flesh of her as he bottomed out, his tongue circling her peaked nipples until her own hand crept down to give herself release.
And as she came down from her second peak, James pressed himself impossibly close, his thrusts becoming smaller and deeper inside her.
“Lils can… fuck …can”
“Cum inside me James” Lily demanded, suspecting the question he was wrestling to get out.
“ Fuck ” he repeated as he stuttered inside her and Lily felt the warm release of him fill her.
Her lips sought his immediately, letting him catch his breath between slow kisses.
So Lily may have indulged in a bit more than bubbles and warmth. But Merlin, James Potter was impossible to resist and Lily wanted to indulge in him every day for the rest of her life.
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She thought things might be different after all this time. After all, she was a mature twenty-three, not some wide-eyed seventeen-year-old just starting to experience love. She was practically seasoned by now, having fallen into and out of love with reckless abandon in the years she didn’t have James Potter in her life. Why should his return cause such a stir in her heart?
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And now, here she was. A vision in a traveling cloak as she entered Hogwarts castle, as vivid and beautiful as the day she left, he was certain. As heart-achingly beautiful as ever. How was he supposed to survive a whole year living in the castle with her again without falling back into the habit that felt a lot like being in love?
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Limited Vocabulary
based on the @jilymicrofics prompt, urge. word count: 2,625. NSFW.
They’d been lucky to make it out in one piece—though one could argue that James was hardly in one piece, exactly, with a deep gash through his forearm and cuts from debris peppering his face. Lily had been on the other side of the pub, battling with two masked death eaters simultaneously, heart pounding, desperately trying not to think about James on the other side of the building. Last she’d seen, he was fighting off an attack from both sides, but was managing very well considering. If he hadn’t been such a talented spellcaster Lily would have been more worried, but she’d been in enough battles with him to know that James could hold his own against two opponents with fairly little effort. She, on the other hand, gifted as she was, didn’t excel nearly as well at dueling, and needed to keep her mind on the present moment in order to not be blasted across the room…or worse. Every time they were in a battle it was clear that their adversaries were much more interested in ending her life than they were anyone else’s, especially if her partner was a pureblood. This fact had resulted in many fights between her and her friends, especially James, Sirius, and Marlene, all of whom felt it was their responsibility to focus on defending her in a fight. She’d finally convinced them to focus on their own battles by emphasizing that if they died for her benefit, she’d never forgive them. And they were all much more likely to make it out alive if they kept focused on their own fight.
Which is why she’d been being a hypocrite as she worried over James in the middle of sending a hex toward one of her assailants, meanwhile ducking a spell from the other. She’d just begun to gain some focus back when a loud crash echoed across the room, and in the moment she turned to see what had happened, a spell from one of her opponents flew past her head, missing her by inches. She didn’t care—across the room from her lay James, crumpled just beyond a large pile of rubble. She darted to him, ducking spells while throwing her own, aware that it was now four against one, aware that she was probably moments away from both of their deaths. When she made it to James’s side, a brief thought crossed her mind that the fates must have some stake in keeping them alive. In the next breath, she was apparating them to the safe house they’d been assigned in case of emergency, which had already been protected by wards to keep them from being followed.
James was still unconscious when they appeared on the floor of the dark living room. Lily felt his chest for a heartbeat, the rise and fall of it assuring her enough to take a breath. She lit the sconces in the room with a flick of her wand, ignited the fireplace beside them with another, and then got to work. She’d been apprenticing as a healer for nearly a year when the war took a turn for the worse, and it was no longer safe for her to be out in public. But in that time she’d learned enough to be one of the most useful members of the Order, at least when it came to tending the wounded. By the time James awoke, she’d fully healed the cuts on his face, and his arm was tightly wrapped. It would be sore for a day or two, but would mend fine.
“What…?” He looked around, groggy, until his eyes landed on hers in the firelight. “Are you alright?” His voice pitched up in worry, and James sat up against the cushions of the couch, placing an arm on hers.
She laughed at him, her throat suddenly tight. “I’m fine, obviously—I’m the one sitting up, aren’t I?”
He didn’t seem to find this funny, only breathing out a sigh of relief. He looked around the room, taking in that they were safe now. “You got us out?”
She nodded, and swallowed hard as he stared at her. She’d never gotten used to the way he looked at her, with such admiration, with such love and tenderness. They’d been through so much together now, and yet nothing had happened beyond those looks. She never fully understood why, except that the war kept everyone so scared that the idea of letting oneself feel anything hopeful and good felt unnatural, or somehow unkind to those who they’d lost. Marlene had told her that she deserved happiness even in the darkness, that they all did, but somehow reaching for it felt impossible, scarier than being in battle against multiple death eaters. She could hardly stand to lose the love she already had—the idea of having anymore, and risking losing it too…it didn’t feel like a bridge she was ready to cross.
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Drunk On You || 4.3K Words || Read on Ao3 || Rated E
A continuation of this Jilytober fic.
While on a weekend getaway with some friends, Lily steals away somewhere private to cool down from the sweltering heat and the alcohol in her system. James Potter, a (very fit) friend-of-a-friend who's tagged along, has a similar idea. Spilled wine, bare skin, and bold flirting do not help them cool down one bit.
The teasing evaporates for a brief moment as his brows furrow and his eyes search hers. “How drunk are you?”
“Not drunk enough you should feel guilty about finishing what you started.” She leans in and captures his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss before pulling away. “How drunk are you?”
“More drunk on you than anything,” James says as he pulls her in again, all thoughts of spilled wine, noisy friends, and stifling heat completely forgotten and replaced with the all-encompassing fire that is this moment.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, friends! I've been sitting on this one for a while, and shout out to @athenasparrow for hounding me to complete it! I hope y'all enjoy! (and pssst! If you're not feeling up to reading smut today, here's my fun and saucy little T-Rated Valentine's Day treat from last year!)
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"I think we should sweep the library. Make sure it's empty."
"And why's that?"
"Because I need to be alone with you."
Captivated (a Vindicated prequel)
A little spicy something for Jilytober 👻 featuring @jilytoberfest prompts #10 and #16 + library smut, established relationship Jily, and no plot whatsoever.
Right this way.
#missgryffin writes#captivated#jily#jple#jily fanfiction#jily smut#vindicated#jilytober#jilytoberfest2023
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Smutty Saturday
Read on A03 (Note: Rated E for a Reason!!)
Dani looked up as Dimitri hovered over her. His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his–
"Lily!"
Suppressing a frustrated groan, Lily tore herself away from her book. Today was supposed to be her day to blissfully immerse herself in a romance novel while savoring a cup of steaming tea in the corner of the common room. Just as she was getting into her latest read, "Charms of Change," someone had the audacity to interrupt her. She was just reaching the climactic moment where the main character was about to confess her love to the wizard who saved her life. But now, her cherished Smutty Saturday was threatened by the sudden appearance of Penny the Pain.
Penny's real name was Penelope Pander, a second-year who fancied herself as head girl material. Lily was fairly certain Penny would vie for the position if she could, but instead, she seemed content to report every minor issue to Lily as if it were her responsibility to fix. No matter how hard Lily tried, she never seemed good enough in Penny's critical eyes.
"No," Lily stated firmly, cutting off Penny before she could speak.
Penny appeared flustered, fumbling nervously with her wand. She knew it was Saturday, as did everyone else. All afternoon, nobody had bothered Lily, choosing instead to direct their inquiries to the currently absent Head Boy. Even Penny knew better than to risk Lily's wrath by disturbing her precious reading time.
Lily barely glanced up from her book as she maintained eye contact with Penny and repeated, "No."
Penny clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. "Please, just hear me out, Lily."
Lily slammed the book shut with a loud snap, so much for finishing.
“I have told you a hundred times, no one is allowed to bother me on Saturday except for my book, my boyfriend, or my best friend." Lily listed the items off with her fingers. "Are you any of those things Penny?”
“No, but—“
“Then figure it out yourself, Penny,” Lily said, reopening her book and crossing her legs to show (as well as she could) that she was done with the conversation.
His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his thick fingers. He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching--
“But—“ Penny's high-pitched voice was so annoying.
“No buts.” Lily didn’t even look up from her book as she reiterated, “it’s one day, I only ask for one day, Penny.”
He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching clit, making her tremble at the thought of how badly she wanted his fingers in--
“Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday!” Penny blurred out, her stupid voice once again breaking Lily of her focus. “You have to take over their rounds tonight.”
Lily closed her book again, this time even more highly annoyed as she looked directly into Penny's eyes. “Annie Davis is the alternate, Penny, she can do the rounds.”
Penny shook her head quickly, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” Lily snapped, “Penny, I made the schedule with the Head Boy, I know who the alternates are for Saturday nights.”
Penny pulled at the wand in her fingertips, “Annie Davis has poisoned nettles too.”
Lily wished she could have resisted her urge to break into a grumpy fury, but she’d never been one to hold back her feelings when her private time was being interrupted. She should have read her bloody book in her room, behind the four-poster curtains. “How the bloody fuck do three of my Saturday prefects have nettle poisoning?!”
Everyone in the common room looked over. Lily didn’t even bother apologizing for her outburst. She stood up, towering over the second year Head Girl wanna-be. This should be James’ problem, not Lily’s, he was the one who handled the weekends.
Penny pushed her glasses up her nose and said matter-of-factly, “Uh, Frankie apparently used the Herbology lab as a prime snogging spot and didn’t know nettles were bad for human skin.”
Lily narrowed her eyes, “that disgusting git.”
Penny looked relieved that Lily’s anger was no longer directed at the room, “I know, the poor girls, imagine finding out your boyfriend is cheating because you both have stinging nettles up your arse.”
Lily took three deep breaths, debating if she ought to go tell Frankie off herself. Or ensure he got a few more stinging nettles up his dick. She was pretty sure she could talk Sirius into a little mischief. James too, if she promised a kiss afterwards.
“You have to take the rounds,” Penny repeated, cutting off Lily’s revenge plot. “McGonagall said so.”
“The Head Boy does weekend covers,” Lily said, “so go bother him.”
“I did.”
“So why are you telling me?” Lily asked, “why aren’t you after the Head Boy?”
Penny flushed, “well, I went to the quidditch pitch to tell him on McGonagall’s orders.”
“And?”
Penny shrugged, “and I was turned away.”
“Blessed,” Lily pressed her fingers to her temples, “please explain why James had the audacity to send you my way?”
“Penny scratched her neck, “erm, well James didn’t send me away.”
“Then who did?”
“James was in the air, so Nigel Babbington sent me to you, and said you’d have to handle it.”
Lily would kill that stupid son of a witch, Nigel Babbington. He hated that James got Head Boy and Quidditch Captain. He said James would never be able to juggle both. He probably sent Penny back in the hopes McGonagall would take Head Boy away from James for skirting his duties and give it to Nigel instead.
“Babbington sent you to me?” Lily confirmed, “not James?”
“Nigel said James was too busy dropping quaffles on passes to worry about Head Duties.”
Lily’s jaw dropped. First Nigel tried to sabotage James, now Penny admitted he was also shit talking James’ form? Lily had never seen a single quaffle slip from James Potter’s fingers in seven years, she doubted she ever would. If the Head boy was good at anything, it was being good at catching things in his hands. it was a wonder he never became seeker, what with his talents.
“Babbington is as big a prick as any.” Lily huffed, tossing her book on her seat to go rescue her boyfriend and talk to the Head Boy.
Convenient that they were both the same person.
“If James can’t do it,” Penny squeaked, “then you have to.”
“Don’t worry about what I have to do, Penny.” Lily said, “I promise the world will not crumble under my watch.”
"Right." Penny tucked her wand into her robes, sounding unconvinced, “ Or…I could do it, I could do rounds.”
“As enticing as that is, Penny,” Lily said as she hiked her skirt up with a roll, “you’re still only in second year, and McGongall would string me up by my hair if she found out that I let you do rounds alone.”
“I’ve been following your solo rounds all year!” Penny argued, “please, Evans?!”
“I—wait.” Lily paused, “you’ve followed me on rounds all year? As in since September?”
“Yeah.”
“Penny!” Lily exclaimed, “you’ve been stalking me?”
“James said if I wanted to be like you, I should watch you at work.” Penny said. "I still think I'm better at rounds than you, though, no offense. You're a little slow."
“ Ach .” Lily pushed back her long red hair, “do me a favor Penny, and please never listen to James again.”
Lily walked away, muttering under her breath. Penny the Pain had the decency not to follow. Lily would have to keep a sharp eye behind her back on rounds. Knowing that Penny had been following her doing head girl duties was scary, even more so since Lily never spotted the second year.
The sun was just barely peeking out of the clouds outside as it set beyond the horizon. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was perfect weather for curling up with a good book. Lily’s book was sitting back on her chair in the common room, alone.
She was just getting to the best part of the book when the guy got the girl. When the clothes started falling off. When the sexual tension was dripping off the page. When she had to curl her toes as she imagined her own boyfriend kissing her heatedly in shadows and doorways. Sometimes, after she finished a particularly good book, she'd go find him for a kiss, or ten.
Now, the only tension Lily had was Nigel Babbington’s audacity to say James needed to focus on quidditch and not complete his Head Duties. That was utter blasphemy, and he knew it, the prick. The deal was that Lily would cover any missed shifts on weekdays, when James had required quidditch practices. On weekends, when quidditch practice was just for fun, James was required to fill into empty spots on the calendar.
She was in such a blind rage that she didn’t even remember making it to the quidditch pitch. All she knew was that she looked up at the air and no one was playing quidditch anymore. It was clear they'd all come down from their posts to shower and socialize before dinner.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Lily muttered, “Penny couldn’t have waited fifteen minutes for them to be done…”
Lily stormed into the stands, underneath which, a long hallway ran and was full of students. There were boys and girls hanging about laughing and gossiping over broomsticks and pumpkin juice. Lily stormed past some of her friends who were sitting in a circle together, barely waving at them despite their welcoming smiles.
"Where are you going?" Mary called in her sing-song voice.
"James." Was all Lily said when she noted Nigel Babbington sticking his tongue down Annika Johnson's throat.
“He’s just gotten off the pitch, Evans!” Sirius Black shouted after her, "Come sit with us!"
“No!” Lily shouted at him, "this can't wait!”
“He’s probably in the sho—“
“It’s a Head emergency!”
She heard them all whisper and Sirius suddenly laughed when Lily didn’t even glance their way. She made her way down the long wooden paneled hall, her heart pounding. The students became fewer, and it was clear everyone was wrapping up to make it to dinner. At the end of the long hallway, the locker rooms were stationed. She’d been in the girls’ room plenty of times to meet her friend Marlene, but she didn’t turn to the right, no, she turned to the left.
There, to the boys’ side.
She pushed through the doorway, blinded in the moment by her rage, not even thinking of knocking.
“James, I’m gonna need you—” She stumbled over her words. “Holy shit.”
Lily stared at him. Her jaw was probably on the floor. James had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His messy black hair was shining, dripping water down his tan neck. The beads of water rolling down his skin caught her eyes and she followed their path down his sides. She stood in her spot, her throat closing up as her boyfriend was displayed in front of her looking like a fucking movie star.
Has he always looked that toned?
She’d really only seen him with his shirt off, and that had been few and far between. The lines on his shoulders made up of muscle rippled as he moved, and she imagined running her fingers down that back. She wondered if she could kiss every long line, every sharp curve, and even imagined what he must taste like. This was better than any fucking book, this was real, and he was hers.
James glanced over his shoulder when the door slammed behind Lily, announcing her presence more loudly than her original outburst. Her eyes at that point were fully gaping at his arse, which was peeking out from low hanging trousers he'd been scooping up his legs. He’d been hiding that arse from her under his school uniform, and Lily felt like it was a crime.
“Lily!” James finished pulling his trousers up, quickly, his fingers stumbling on his zipper.
James' tan skin stretched over his arms. Lily wondered how he was that toned from simply tossing a ball in the air. She imagined he could probably toss her around too, if he wanted. His wire frame glasses were slipping down his nose as James turned to face her, showing off his bare chest. Oh, she loved his chest. He had a line of hair that she could follow right down to the V of his pelvis.
“Hi.” Lily managed to squeak.
James ruffled his wet hair, droplets flying out, “shit, Lily, someone else could’ve been in here!”
The alarms in her head were blaring, telling her that flight was the best response to seeing her boyfriend practically naked. For crying out loud, he’d only seen her upper half without clothes, they hadn’t gotten past second base.
But now she was thinking, ‘we just might get past it.’
James danced on the spot, uncertain from her dead silence. “Hello?” He asked softly, stepping forward to pretend and knock on a door between them. “Anyone home, Evans?”
“Never mind.” She sounded like a talking animal in a Disney movie, her voice was so high pitched.
“What?”
And then, very uncharacteristically of her, Lily ran out the door.
She was well aware that her face was redder than a cherry tomato. Everyone sniggered as she swiftly walked past. She knew that everyone knew exactly why her face was suddenly breaking out in hives.
“That bad, huh?” Sirius called after her. "I tried to warn ya!"
"Not now, Black!" Lily sent him a rude hand gesture as she kept retreating.
If James was following in nothing but his trousers, she was pretty sure she would die from humiliation. Who saw their partner, naked, and ran in the opposite direction? Lily wouldn't be surprised if James broke up with her. She didn't know if he'd believe she ran because she was overwhelmed by how attracted she was to him at that moment.
Luckily, no one followed her back to the castle.
Lily had barely made it past the front entrance hall when none other than Professor McGonagall stopped her with one hand in the air, “I presume you and the Head Boy figured out who was covering shift tonight?”
“I’m doing it.” Lily said quickly, eager to escape before news got out about her waltzing right into the locker room.“I’m covering.”
“Excellent,” McGonagall nodded, “it starts at six, and goes to ten.”
“I’ll just grab some food before starting then,” Lily stepped towards the tables lined with food, “bye!”
She was aware her face was still burning as she swiped a sandwich from the Gryffindor table. She ignored her friends, anyone really, who tried to engage her in conversation. She was worried she might actually die if she admitted walking in on her boyfriend in the shower.
Not that she was ashamed, but she was incredibly turned on. She wished she had taken a few seconds longer to study the arch of his back as it turned into his hips. She should have taken a mental picture of the way his chest hair curled and trailed down to the line of his trousers.
Lily’s footsteps were loud against the stone of the third floor corridor. She paced the halls, only stopping to check behind tapestries for snogging students. Being that it was Saturday, Lily knew the snogging was more apt to happen in Hogsmeade than anything.
Merlin, what she wouldn’t give to be snogging James Potter right now.
She made it to the seventh floor, also known as the most boring floor in existence. The tower was used as storage, mostly old desks and books long forgotten. Only teachers and the head students had the keys, checking it once a night before continuing on. Lily pushed open the door to go into where all the books were being stored, walking to the back of the room just for fun.
“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your book today? You were so excited yesterday, I actually kind of took offense.”
Normally, Lily would’ve brightened at the sound of his voice echoing into the dark room during rounds. Normally, Lily would jump right into his arms and kiss him gleefully. Normally, she wouldn’t be thinking of doing more than kissing when she caught his hazel eyes flickering under the flames of the wall torches.
James tilted his head inquisitively when Lily didn’t have a sassy comeback about her book. He moved smoothly, like a deer in the forest, barely making a sound. Lily stood frozen in front of a stained glass window near the stack of charms books, her face turning bright red instantly. Lily swallowed thickly when James positioned his body in front of hers.
At least he was fully clothed this time.
“I’m on rounds.” She blurted out, stupidly.
James tucked his fingers under her chin as he acknowledged, “I can see that, love.”
He called her love, he always had, even before they started dating. It still turned her knees to mush. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers softly. Oh fuck, she was kissing him back, losing initiative, losing focus. His kiss warmed her up, undoing the knots on her insides like magic.
Her hands slid up his arms, feeling his body move closer to hers. Lily's mouth opened against his so that she could capture his lower lip, tugging it impatiently, feeling the skin flex under her teeth. James responded to that by deepening the kiss, tasting her with ample amounts of his tongue against hers. His left hand angled her face before it slipped against the back of her neck, holding her in place as they kissed.
Too bad he was fully clothed now.
When James pulled back, Lily's eyes were still closed. She could feel that he hadn’t gone far. His exhaled air washed over her mouth sensually, promising her that he hadn't given up all his kisses yet. It was better than any book she’d ever read, but maybe that was but maybe that was because it was James doing the romancing.
“Why are you on rounds?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.
Lily's head was spinning from his arrival. “Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday.”
“Yeah I caught them having a go at it in the Herbology lab,” James said, “but I thought Annie was the alternate for tonight.”
“James,” Lily opened her eyes to find him watching her very closely, “Annie got stinging nettles too.”
“How did Annie get nettles?” James was so cute when his nose wrinkled up from irritation.
“Probably from that prick Frankie.” Lily huffed, “Penny told me that he was shagging them both.”
“Fucking fifth years,” James rolled his eyes, “they’re nothing but raging hormones.”
“Yah,” Lily pretended to agree as her left hand felt it’s way up his bicep, “raging hormones, the lot of em.”
James noticed her attention waver. A knowing smile overtook his face, showing off the sharp square of his jawbone. Lily wished he wasn’t wearing robes, they did nothing for the figure underneath. And boy, was there a lot hiding underneath. James started kissing her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point so that she leaned into him.
“How did you find me?” She asked him, despite enjoying the way he was marking up her neck.
“Oh, I noticed you were missing from dinner, so I asked around. Penny the Pain ended up telling me that you were supposed to be finding me.” He replied conversationally, nipping at her skin playfully. “I left out the fact that you did find me earlier, but Sirius unfortunately told the entire table what happened two seconds later.”
Lily groaned, letting her head fall back. “No.”
James chuckled as he brushed her hair out of his mouth's way with his fingers, “he finds it hilarious that you saw me naked and ran off without any explanation.”
“Mm sorry.” She mumbled, slurring her words when he blew cool air onto the hickey he'd just undoubtedly made.
James pulled her face to look at him, showing nothing but empathy in his eyes, “bit shocking for the both of us, yeah?”
She nodded miserably, “I should’ve knocked, but I was so mad about Frankie, and Nigel, so I had to come get you."
"I get Frankie, but why Nigel?"
"Because Nigel Babbington thinks you need more practice on a broomstick.” Lily rolled her eyes.
James immediately retracted in horror. “That bastard couldn’t catch a quaffle if it hit him in the face!”
Lily pouted her lower lip and gave him her saddest eyes. “Yeah, obviously that’s what I said!”
“Well, those pricks aside,” James brushed her hair from her face with his thumb, “why don’t you go back to the common room, and I’ll finish your route?"
Lily stood on her tiptoes to angle herself a little taller, “you mean it?”
James softened at her enthusiasm, “of course I mean it, you work your cute little arse off all week so I can play quidditch. You should get time to do what you want to do, too.”
She didn't know how to tell him the only thing she wanted to do was keep touching him in that tower, where it was unlikely anyone would find them.
Lily took both his hands in hers, frowning considerably. “I wish we had an alternate of an alternate, James.”
“To be fair, neither of us predicted Frankie would give both sixth year prefects nettles.” James said, using his body to slowly push the back of her knees right into the window ledge. “Come to think of it, we did the best we could, so really we should both be off the hook here.”
She pushed her fingers through his curls, which were dried despite his earlier wet appearance, “I like the way you think."
"I get my best ideas from you."
"I love you.”
And then she realized what she had said, out loud. Shit, was he going to go into shock? She eyed his frozen features, looking carefully, like he was prey that might flee from her arms. His hazel eyes read her, skimming her face, her hands, her body. Lily sucked in a deep breath of air when he removed any more space between them, his chest pressing up against her white button down.
There was something unspoken and wild when he closed the gap between their lips. She laughed into his sudden flurrying kisses, made up of long strokes of tongue and scraping teeth. James had one hand in her red curls, his other hand pressed against her arse, lifting her onto her tiptoes higher. Higher. She was practically balancing on her black school shoes, her tongue tasting every corner of his all-too-eager mouth.
There was something incredibly hot about the way he was holding her there, something invigorating about the way she could barely keep up with his kissing. His passion spread through the room life a wildfire. She was burning in him, feeling every inch of her body catch sparks that erupted in bolts that streamed from her head to her core. It was always like this when she kissed James Potter, and she didn't want the feeling to ever end.
Lily’s hair was tangled between his fingers while he arched her head to deepen the strokes of his tongue. He tasted like mint toothpaste, or gum, but she couldn’t decide which one as her nails scraped through his dark black hair desperately seeking more friction. She could smell him, only him, the sweet scent of cinnamon and soap. James slid both his hands under her skirt, lifting her into the wide sill of the window, which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“I love you too,” he finally replied, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as he spoke inches from her, just in case he wanted to dive back in.
“I'm not saying that just because I like your arse, either." She nipped at his tongue.
James smiled against her mouth, "you like my arse?"
"I loved everything I saw, to be honest."
“Fuck, this is so hot, like a dream.”
She pressed her mouth along his sharp chin, leaving a trail of kisses to his ear where she whispered, “been dreaming of me, have you?”
“I think I’ve got hormones to rival a fifteen year old.” James’ fingers were wound up in her skirt now, holding the fabric tightly as if he might rip it off her. “Especially when I saw you earlier, I mean, when I saw the way you were looking at me.”
Lily’s fingers were unbuttoning his robes, desperately trying to get to the skin she’d seen earlier, “I’m sorry I ran, you’re just way too handsome and I died a little.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t run after you,” he kissed her again before admitting, “I like how you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you just saw me naked.”
“I did.” She giggled.
“Damn, you’re right.” He sighed, “I just keep giving you whatever you want.”
Lily pressed her forehead to his gently, “how shall I ever thank you?”
“This is a good start,” he joked, the edges of his eyes wrinkling with humor.
“We could get in trouble if we got caught.” Lily thought the idea only turned her onto him more.
James placed butterfly kisses along her chin between every word of, "we're just snogging."
Lily's hands felt up his shoulders, wishing they were bare, "I wouldn't mind a little more."
His hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra, “something like this?”
Lily turned her head to capture his wicked smirk. She kissed him slowly while his left index finger slid under her bra to play with her peaked nipple. Lily felt tingles between her legs when he touched her like that, and so she kissed him harder, her hands grasping for hold. Even with his kiss, his hands, and his undivided attention, Lily still wanted more.
“Let’s go,” he begged into her mouth, seemingly having the same thoughts as she did. “The lake is bound to be empty this time of night.” He nipped her playfully with his teeth. “This time we’ll both strip down to our underwear.”
“That sounds pretty fun.”
“Rounds only go till ten, and then— holy hell ."
His whole lower body had shifted into hers when she locked her legs around him, using her ankles as shackles. She balanced on the edge of the windowsill, until his right hand started holding one of her legs to his body. Lily felt it as he rolled his hips up and into her. He must’ve liked it too, because his hips jolted a little more roughly on the second go. She dug her nails into his skin, meeting his thrust with one of her own.
"Lily, you’re so needy.”
“I'm needy?" Lily could feel him, and he was getting hard despite all the fabric still separating them.
James softly whined her name and it made her see stars.
“You gonna make it to the lake?” She asked him, loving that he hissed like it was possible he wouldn’t.
“Are you sure you didn’t make this entire nettles thing up, just to get me turned on so much that I'd jump you on rounds?” He teased back, hot breath splashing over her face. “You just wanted to shag me, right?”
“The nettles are true,” Lily said, “but I did not expect me running away from you to garner such a—ah— James .”
He had thrusted and rolled his thumb over one of her nipples at the same time, making her entire face flush from pleasure as she gasped his name. James got a dirty and possessive look at that, repeating the motion so that he could watch her hitch on an inhale, totally overcome by the sensation. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed aside the fabric on her right breast, leaned down, and put his mouth on her skin. When his tongue fell against her peaked skin she felt another flash of heat from below that had her wiggling in place. She was desperate for more friction, more James, more feeling.
“You might’ve run away.” James had left her bra pushed aside when he stood up again, and the cool air elicited a new feeling on her skin. “But before that, you just stood there undressing me with your eyes and as I watched the flush creep up your cheeks…all I wanted to do was get you to look like that while I was ravishing you.”
James was definitely getting whatever he wanted. She was absolutely turned on, more so than she ever had been with him. She knew he wouldn’t go so far as to have sex with her, but she wondered if he wouldn’t mind experimenting a little. They had time, rounds didn't end until ten, and no one would come looking for them.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered when he started kissing up her neck.
James sucked her skin thoughtfully before asking with a husky voice, “touch me where?”
"Where do you want me to touch?"
Lily dropped her legs from around him to give him room to move. He was pushing off his robes, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Lily watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head, making it join his robes on the floor. It was only seconds before he was unzipping his trousers. He already knew the answer to Lily's question. He was just teasing her, and looked pleased by the turn of events as he readjusted her legs around his hips.
"You promise not to run this time?" James kissed her, sweetly, affectionately, only deepening the touch between them by pushing himself into her so that she could feel how hard he was.
"Yes." She hummed happily when he started moving his body into hers in a wholly sexual way.
"Are you sure you want to go further?" He confirmed, "We can stop, whenever you want.”
“Okay," she whispered, "but I don't want to stop right now."
Lily had never touched anyone like she wanted to touch him, and was even disappointed when he stopped moving against her so he could readjust. James shimmied his trousers and underwear down so that they rested on him just as they were when she walked into the locker room: barely hanging on. Her hands unlocked from around his neck as she looked down and prepared to take a daunting step with the boy she loved. He was holding himself, but watching her with expectant eyes, seemingly unsure of how she would respond.
“Show me how,” Lily told him, and James took one of her hands, wrapping it around the base of his cock.
“Just go for it,” James said as her fingertips slid along the length, making him twitch involuntarily.
"What if I suck at it?"
“I'll help.”
Lily felt the thickness of his body, but she was more marveled at how velvety he felt. He hissed when her fingers slid underneath the shaft gently and he bucked forward, making her entire hand wrap around him in gut reaction. His hands grabbed ahold of her waist as if seeking to anchor himself to something, and she didn't mind that it was her.
“Fuck,” he closed his eyes once more when she moved her hand in a pumping motion, “are we sure I’m not dreaming?”
“Not dreaming.” She confirmed before asking, “does it feel good?”
James managed a short laugh, as if she was absurd for even asking. Lily brought her mouth to his and he willingly accepted her kisses as her hand started moving up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed, motions. James was distracted by her hand, only kissing her absentmindedly, almost like he could not handle thinking about both at once. She felt James quivering, and her hand was starting to feel tired. James rutted into her hand again, ripping his mouth from hers to hiss a long stream of curses. It was clear he wanted more because he was wide eyed, nothing but need dripping from his expression.
“Here,” he said gruffly into her neck, removing her hand from him and placing it on his balls, “touch me here.”
Lily didn’t know what she was doing, but did as he asked. James’ own hand started pumping fast against his cock. Lily watched, enthralled by the sight of her boyfriend coming totally undone before her without any embarrassment. His chest was heaving as he grabbed her hand again, guiding her into the fast paced movements until he was panting for air. She watched and waited as she followed his instructions, eager to see him fall totally apart for her.
“I’m gonna—“ James tried to warn Lily to move her hand, but it was too late.
She’d always wondered what boys were like when she was alone late at night, touching herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for witnessing it first hand. It was messy, for one, getting all over her legs and skirt. James barely even blinked at it, he was too busy catching his breath. Lily adjusted uneasily, trying and failing to look like the products of her touch didn't bother her.
“Sorry.” James breathed into her skin, and Lily could tell by the curve of his mouth that he was grinning. “Give me a second and then I’ll clean you up.”
“It’s fine.” She kissed the top of his head softly before admitting, “I never did that before.”
James looked up, arching a playful bow, looking rather euphoric. "You've never seduced a boy before?"
Lily pinched him, "you caught me, this was all a ploy to seduce you into finishing rounds with me."
“You could seduce me into a cauldron full of nettles, love,” he said in a loving voice, “especially if you ever touch me like that again.”
"I think next time it's my turn." Lily suggested.
James' jaw dropped. "Can it be next time, now?"
Lily laughed as he kissed her again, marveling at how her Saturday had remained smutty after all, only this time there was nothing fictional about it.
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James Potter, renowned potioneer, has a secret side career as an erotica writer under the pen name of Scarlett Goldwing. When his latest book starts to take off, and Scarlett is asked to promote it at a public event, he has no other option but to recruit his colleague Lily Evans to pretend to be Scarlett. The only problem is, Lily Evans hates his guts… or does she?
**Chapter 1: Lovelorn**
Every Friday at quarter past five, after getting off work, James Potter took the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron.
He would take a moment to gulp down a glass of Firewhiskey – his reward for surviving another week with his colleague, he’d say – and head down to the Owl Office.
He would pick up his mail from Anonymous Box 341 and exit the building to Apparate back to his home at Godric’s Hollow.
There, he would turn on the wireless, make something to eat and then sit at his office to peruse his mail. It was usually an activity that brought a smile to his face; but not today.
Today, he sorted through the multitude of letters – they were getting too plentiful; perhaps he’d have to pick up his mail more often, he mused – until he found the one sent from Lovelorne Books Ltd, 45 Horizont Alley, London and opened it.
It was… well, it was good news. Fantastic news, actually. But with a caveat.
Read chapter 1 on AO3
🔥Rated E for later chapters 🔥
Thanks to @constancezin for the banner art!
Next chapter to be posted on Sunday, 3 September!
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