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tvgirllvr · 7 months

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post-practice second wind

James Potter x Reader (smut)

The one where James Potter is obsessed with eating you out.

tags: smut, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, soft dom james potter

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James Potter is, and has always been, an absolute munch.

He would walk into the common room after quidditch practice all sweaty, giving you only a glance that signals exactly what he needs. Within seconds his grip is on your wrist pulling you up to his dormitory. A sense of relief washes over you as none of his mates are in the room, meaning the two of you have the space to yourselves. He pulls you into a kiss that has to be the most aggressive kiss to ever meet your lips, signaling just how needy he is. You run your hand down his large chest to his thick thighs, eventually getting a grasp over his clothed cock. He let out a low groan.

“Not yet,” was all he said to you. You pull away from the kiss giving him a confused look.

He would pick you up by your ass, giving it a quick slap, before laying you down. He pulls your shirt over your head, pleased to see you had nothing underneath. He sucks on one of your nipples while fiddling with the other, letting a high-pitched moan escape you. As you're on your back, he begins kissing you again, but slowly trailing to other parts of your body. It would start on your lips, then to your ear, to your stomach, your thighs.

“James,” you let out.

“Hm?” he replies, pretending not to know what got you so worked up. He pulls your shorts off, again, revealing that you are bare below them. As he's kneeling on the floor, he pulls you to the edge of the bed so your legs are now wrapped around his neck. He inserts one finger.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, he lets out a low laugh while making direct eye contact with you. He's fascinated by the way he somehow managed to already mess up your hair and have mascara underneath your eyes.

“I know, I know,” he mocked, “you need it so bad.” He slips in another finger, making you yelp this time.

“You have to be quiet baby,” he whispers. He removes both of his fingers then uses his large hands to separate your thighs apart, as far as they go. He puts one back in, and begins kissing your clit, sending a shock through your body.

“Oh my go-!” you half yell, smacking your hand over your mouth once you realized you were screaming.

He started out with a slow pace, thrusting one finger in and out, matching his tongue against you. Once he felt like giving you more, he inserted his second finger again. He picked it up while flicking his tongue faster, starting to feel you lose control.

“Cum. I’m gonna cum,” you half moaned. Your mouth was slightly parted with your hands now gripping the sheets, two sights that made James go feral.

“Already?” he asked. You were embarrassed by the fact that James could just as much touch you and it would have you spiraling. He, however, loved the fact that you were everything and needy for him.

“Shit, oh my god!”

You came, and you came hard. You had to physically pull off James after it had been too much. You grabbed his hair and brought him in for a kiss, tasting yourself against him. While this was happening, you ran your right hand down his torso, reaching for his cock.

“Nope. You’re giving me at least two more until I fuck you,” he told you. You felt his hand travel back to your cunt.

God, James Potter loved to eat pussy.

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin smut #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius black smut #smut

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tvgirllvr · 8 months

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remus lupin x reader (smut)

summary: remus finds your diary in the gryffindor common room and takes matters into his own hands to make sure your desires come true.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wear a condom), nicknames, semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), praise, dom remus, probably more I forgot

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It’s almost midnight, and since you seem to always be making dumb decisions, you’re up in the Gryffindor common room studying for a Herbology exam the next day. Bored out of your mind you decide to call it a night from studying. However, that didn’t mean you were done cracking some books open that night. You reached into your bag and pulled out your most prized (and private) possession. Your diary.

If anyone found your diary it would be the end of you. The embarrassment it would cause you, the journal containing some of your most secretive thoughts and stories. There was one specific individual you don’t want finding it, the one and only, Remus Lupin.

You had been crushing on Remus since the first time you saw him on the Hogwarts Express. Within then and now you had tried everything to get him out of your head. Fucking other guys, refusing to look at him in class, distancing yourself from Potter and Black. No matter what you tried, he was still painted in your dumb brain. That was until you found the true glory of journaling.

You learned that if you wrote down what exactly you wanted to happen between you and Lupin your desires minimized. Your diary was your outlet for the sexual desires caused by the tall, reserved, brunette boy.

You pick up your quill and began writing tonight’s excerpt of what you’ll be dreaming about later…

February 6th, 1978

I can’t stand it. All I want is for him to want me, to need me, the same way I need him. He has no clue what I do at night. Quietly in my bed touching myself to the thought of him doing it instead. I only think about what his cock looks like all the time. Sometimes I can’t stop myself from staring, I know it’s wrong. The second I realize what I’m doing I turn away. After, however, I vision him slowly fucking me from behind. I wonder what he’s like. Is he soft? Hard? Demanding? It doesn’t matter, I want it all. I want all of him. Universe if you're reading this, please, for the love of god, gift me with that boy.

Closing your diary, you gather what you think is all of your belongings and head up to your dorm. You change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and slip into bed. You thought it would be easy falling asleep considering how tired you were, however, it didn’t take long to realize that you were experiencing horrible insomnia. Tossing and turning, there was nothing you could do to turn your brain off. You decided to make the grand decision of going back down to the common room and writing some more, hoping that it will be the fix you need. You get out of bed, slip your slippers on, and dig through your bag to find your diary.

Shit. Where was it?

At this point, all of your things inside the bag had been dumped on your bed. Throwing books, hair ties, lip gloss, and deodorant to the side, you realize you must have left it downstairs. Luckily, since it was very late at night, the chances of someone finding it were small. Still, you were eager to get your hands on it before someone else did. You rushed out of your dorm and down the stairs, only to find the worst case scenario happening before your eyes.

Remus was standing by the seating area with your diary wide open. His hands were large enough to fall off the cover of the journal. He was moving his pointer finger under every line as he examined word for word what you had written down. His eyebrows were scrunched. What was he thinking? God, he would never talk to you after this. After standing there for about ten seconds as you watched the boy completely invade your privacy, you realized you had to come up with some plan. Thinking, thinking, thinking, and nothing was coming to your head. Come on, think more. Thinking…thinking…thinking…

“This is yours?”

After looking up from your feet, Remus was staring directly at you. Not only that, he was talking to you. The journal was now closed as he was holding it up with his right hand. Fuck. Quick, you need to say something.

“Huh?” God. You sounded stupid.

“Is this your journal?” he asked again. His eyes were smaller, like he was examining you. His body language was very hard to read. He stood tall but still managed to keep his feelings reserved.

“Nope.” Nice save.

“It isn’t?” he asked shockingly.

“Nope.”

“Then why is your name in it?” Fuck. He got you there. Are you that crazy for lying though? I mean, the guy who you’ve been wanting to screw for years on end just read about the dreams you have where he fucks you right, left, and upside down.

“Ok. It’s mine,” you replied. Every little bit of dignity you had left was washed away with the words you spoke. You noticed as Remus placed the journal down on the closest table and walked in your direction. He now was only a few inches away from you.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what part was my favorite?” He asked you. He seriously did not just say that.

“...What?”

“I guess I’ll just tell you anyway. I very much enjoyed the passage dated a few weeks back where you wrote about how badly you wanted to... hmmm… let me find the page... “ride me until your legs are jelly and you had cum several times.” That part was my favorite,” he said, very confidently. You were stunned.

“What are you getting at?” you questioned. It seemed like he was just trying to humiliate you.

He put the journal back down on the closest table and took a step towards you.

“Do you want it or not, princess?” he whispered in your ear. Gosh, did you want it.

“Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Please,” you begged, “I want it.”

Within moments he had pushed his lips against yours and placed his hands on your waist. He was so much taller than you, so in order to kiss you more efficiently, he grabbed your ass and picked you up so you were then straddling him. This made you let out a small moan into his mouth, making his very hard dick twitch in his pants.

“I wish I would have known,” he said within kisses on your neck, “I would have let you do whatever you want to me years ago. Give my doll whatever she wants.”

You decided to reference back to the part which he said was his favorite and direct him to the closest sofa. As you started to fiddle with the elastic of his sweatpants, he groaned under his breath.

“Slow down, slow down. Plenty of time love.”

He slowly laid you down so now he was on top of you. He grabbed the waistband of your pajamas and pulled them down, his head going down with them, stopping at your core. He stared directly at the wet spot created between the tension of you two.

“So fucking horny. I’ll make you feel good, you just gotta wait. Work for it a little bit,” Remus told you as he became eye level with you again and circled your clit through your underwear. He slowly removed them and pulled them off your ankles. He kneeled on the floor and pulled your legs so now his face was met right at your cunt.

“Remus,” you moaned loudly. It was hard to believe that this wasn’t one of those wet dreams you had on the regular.

“Shhhhh. Have to be quiet baby,” he reassured you, “I’m gonna make you feel good. So good, so….” He cut himself off as he attached his mouth to your clit and began abusing it with his tongue. Inserting one finger inside you, he let out a low groan, sending vibrations all throughout your body.

“How am I going to fit in there?” he questioned. With the way he said it, it didn’t even seem like he was trying to tease you. It sounded like he was genuinely concerned about the size of his cock compared to your cunt.

“So fucking good,” was all you said in return.

He continued to eat you out quickly but also managed to keep a nice pace, a pace that was only adding to the build-up of your orgasm. As he placed a second finger inside of you, you managed to only produce a small gasp for the time being. That didn’t last long as he added a third, and began thrusting in and out of you faster.

“Holy shit I’m gonna cum… fuck!” you whispered harshly. Your orgasm lingered through your body for a while, even after you finished. Remus’ tongue didn’t leave you until you had to physically grab his face and pull him into a kiss.

You two made out for a minute, him still on the ground. You grabbed his buff shoulders and motioned them so he was now laying on his back. The outline of his cock was now visible through his pants and to provide some comfort you began teasing him.

“Take them off,” he demanded. You now realized that he was fully clothed and you still had your shirt on. You used this time to get completely naked and remove Remus’ pants. However, as you went to remove his sweatshirt off, he stopped you.

“Just leave it on, doll,” he whispered. You obliged, not knowing why someone as beautiful as him wouldn’t want to show that part of himself to you. You continued to make out with him for some time while also jerking him off. God, was he huge. You had never been with something that big before, his worries about you not fitting him were now shared. The faces he made while you pleasured him were so pretty. The way his eyebrows scrunched when you slowly touched his tip made you wetter than before, not knowing if that was even possible.

“Baby, you gotta do something or this is going to be over before it starts,” he said with his head thrown back. As much as you wanted to see him cum, you also wanted to have him inside you.

He opened his mouth to ask you a question, but he was struggling a bit, “Mmph - do we need a - “

“No,” you said, “not unless you want to use one.”

“Okay, okay, oka-.”

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, only being able to take an inch or two at a time. You let out small gasps and you began bouncing up and down on him, taking a little more each time. Remus was biting his lip in an attempt to keep quiet but eventually gave up and let out a low groan.

“Dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear, “this is all you think about.” He placed both of his hands on your hips to guide you. It was obvious that you were struggling to hold yourself up and he was kind enough to help you.

“I can’t,” you whined out to him. By that, you meant you couldn’t move that fast with the size of him.

“Need me to stop? I’ll stop baby,” he said while slowing down.

“No! No, no, no, no,” you yelled at him, “just need help.”

He let out a low laugh and gripped your hips tighter. It took him no time to begin thrusting into you at a brutal pace, looking in your eyes for confirmation that it was okay. Even though you were on top of him, his natural dominance filled the empty room signaling that no matter what you did, he was still in charge. Tears of pleasure began streaming down your face as he brought his right thumb to your clit, fiddling with it like a button.

“Poor baby, thought you could take it. You’re so cute, using your tight cunt to make me feel good,” he rambled on. Based on his rambling you could tell he was getting close, but so were you too. “You gonna cum?”

You let out a high whimper in response but he didn’t consider that enough.

“Answer me. You gonna cum on my cock?” he asked demandingly.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” God, he really did get off on making you look so fucking stupid.

“I’m going to cum on yo-your cock!”

That seemed satisfactory to him as he picked up the pace on your clit, pursuing your release. You felt him slow down the pace as you came, not wanting to hurt you since you had to be sensitive. He grabbed your head and brought your ear to his mouth.

“Where do you want it?” he whispered.

“What?”

“Bunny don’t play dumb, where do you want it?”

Oh.

“Inside me,” you replied.

“You sure?” he moaned out, trying to cover it. The thought of you letting him fill you up was the end of it all, it would only be seconds before he came.

“Yes! Inside me, please.”

He began slowly going faster again, however, you both knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sloppy kisses were now being applied to your neck, hickies that wouldn't be easy to cover up appeared. You felt his dick twitch inside you as he let out a low, quiet moan in your ear. You decided to take all the energy you had left and ride him until his orgasm came.

“That's my girl, fuck -,” he quietly said as you felt his cum spill inside of you. You two sat there for a few seconds until he pulled you into a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Gosh, thank you.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut #smut

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tvgirllvr · 9 months

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finally wrote something. ik it’s short, but it’s something. lmk ur thoughts!

Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, degrading kink, praise kink, unprotected sex (wear a condom pls), and more that I def forgot

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“Take it, fuck, take it.”

You couldn’t really explain how you ended up in your position. You and Sirius had always been friends. Yeah, there was some unusual tension between the two of you. It was hard to realize what it was until one night he was giving you backshots in your dorm while all the other girls were gone. It was supposed to be an innocent study session. God, a session it was.

“Mmph! God, don’t stop,” you moaned loudly. It was hard to keep focus while he had his right hand in your hair, pulling it back towards him. The other hand was being used to grab onto your hips, occasionally smacking your ass.

“Such a fucking cockwhore, huh? Who knew that your innocent act was just a coverup?” Sirius rambled on. His torso was now touching your back as he applied harsh kisses to your neck. His thrusts never left the incredible rate they first started at. You let out a harsh moan as you felt him take the hand that was once on your hip and run it down your body to your clit.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all he said. He follows his command by taking the panties that was discarded on your nightstand and shoving them into your mouth.

“Don’t want anyone else hearing how much of a slut you are. Letting your best friend fuck you cause you were bored. What would all the other girls think? Miss prefect likes using her tight pussy to make me feel good,” he barked at you. You tried to keep quiet but as his hand kept the same fast pace circling your clit, you knew you couldn’t stay quiet for long.

“You better not cum before me,” Sirius said. He was demanding.

“I - I’m gonna, please,” you begged. There was no way that if he kept this pace up you wouldn’t be cumming around him soon.

Sirius thought he could last another minute, maybe two. However, with your begging, it only brought him closer to his release. Something about hearing what he does to you gets him so worked up.

“Okay princess. Cum, go ahead. Atta girl, fuck,” you clenched around him as he released inside of you, the feeling of you cumming putting the cherry on top of his orgasm.

You two were quiet for a few seconds. As he pulled out of you, he turned and laid on his back, urging you to do the same.

“That’ll alright?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yes. So alright.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut #smut

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tvgirllvr · 9 months

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yall asked for a part 3 … lmk ur thoughts on this one!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, praise kink, sub james potter, unprotected sex (wear a damn condom), oral sex (female receiving), degrading kink, and probably more lol

To your knowledge, the relationship between you and James Potter had been going smooth. You guys went from enemies to fuck buddies, and even though it really was just sex, there were other pros. You appreciated the way he would walk you to class on occasion and gave you a kiss on your cheek when nobody was looking. Who would have thought that the man you first perceived to be a cocky jock would end up giving you the best head in the books?

You started to question yourself about the true intentions of what you were doing. Yes, there was obviously the amazing sex, but were there other reasons as to why you continued to see him? You didn’t want to admit to yourself that there was a slight chance that you were starting to become fond of Potter. The most evident plan was to continue fooling around without confessing a single word. However, as you were set on putting this plan in action, a major roadblock came into place.

You’re in Slughorn’s class. You walk in and to your shock, you find some Hufflepuff hanging around you and James’ desk. Normally this wouldn’t get under your skin, however, once you see said girl take off his glasses and try them on, a rush of jealousy goes through your body. As you’re walking over to the desk you slam your books down and give the Hufflepuff girl a bitchy look. She reciprocates the look and walks away, but not before giving James a “friendly” push on his shoulder.

“Damn,” you heard James say under his breath.

“What’s that now?” You asked him in a very sarcastic manner.

“She wasn’t flirting.”

“I don’t believe that, and even if she was flirting, it doesn’t matter to me,” you lied.

“…Alright, still down to help me study later?”

“Yep,” you replied without making eye contact.

You could feel his eyes looking at your face as you stared down at your books. Why were you so jealous?

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It’s later that day in the Gryffindor common room. You’re surprised to see that nobody else is there studying too, it’s just you and James. You can feel James slowly starting to inch closer to you but since you’re pissed, you move away. He seems to notice and lets out a sigh.

“Gosh, I don’t understand any of this,” he says in reference to the potions being studied.

“Hm … maybe you should ask your Hufflepuff girlfriend to help you out since I’m not helping you enough,” you shot out.

Nice comeback.

“Damnit! Don’t you understand? She’s just some girl who may or may not be into me. Either way, I don’t care. She’s not the one I’m interested in.”

“Yeah alri - wait. What do you mean by that?” You asked, there’s a different girl he’s interested in?

“Um … I don’t know. Forget it,” he said, definitely hiding something. He pretended to suddenly be interested in the textbook in front of him. You couldn’t explain what you were feeling at that moment.

You two went back to studying. Once you guys finished the list of everything on the next exam you both closed the books and sighed. You gathered all your belongings and stood up to walk to your dorm. As you started walking away you heard James say something in a soft voice.

“You.”

“What?” You asked. What was he talking about?

“The girl. It’s you,” he was making direct eye contact with you, never breaking. His demeanor was turning you on. You paused for a while before answering.

“I don’t believe you,” was all you said.

“What do you mean?” He replied, he was baffled by your response. He thought he was obvious.

“I said: I don’t believe you. You need to prove it,” you stated with confidence.

“Wha - how?”

You sat back on the desk in front of James. You pushed all of his books to the side so there was plenty of room on the desk. You proceeded to spread your legs to reveal your white lace panties that gave James a perfect view of the growing wet spot on your cunt. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was now increased. He slowly lowered to the ground so he was on his knees, making his face level to your pussy. He was looking at you with the most adorable eyes ever.

“Can I?” He asked. God, who knew James Potter would be such a slut for eating pussy.

“Can you what?” You snarked back. You wanted him to say it.

He gripped his own thighs to try and distract himself from the growing boner he had. By the looks of it, it had to have been painful. However, he was more interested in making you cum on his face. He wanted it so bad.

“Please. Let me touch you. Only you. I want to taste you,” he rambled. He was so horny. You loved the way his brain would go a million miles per hour when he got too excited.

“Go ahead baby,” you told him, “prove it to me.”

He wasted no time in touching you. He bit one end of your panties and pulled it halfway down your thigh with his mouth. He did so with the other end as well, not breaking eye contact at all. As soon as they were off, he began examining your cunt. He was so turned on by how wet you are. He slowly began placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, a few on each, and slowly made his way to your clit.. Slowly kissing it, he ran his hands up and down your legs lightly. He found your inner thighs and spread them as open as they would go, then continued to explore your legs with just his fingertips.

“No teasing baby,” you pleaded, “if you want to make me happy, no teasing. No teas - ,” you were cut off by his instant change in pace. It took no time for him to get the hint. He went from slowly caressing your thighs to gripping them to keep his focus. You let out a stream of moans as you felt him take one hand that was resting on your left leg and place one finger inside you, pumping it in and out as he quickly flicked his tongue against your clit. You felt him place another finger inside and slightly curl it to where it was hitting your g-spot over, and over, and over again. As if that wasn’t enough, he doubled the speed at which his mouth was working on your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you repeated. You felt James moan in response, sending vibrations up and down your body. You were about to cum and he knew it. With your hands tangled in his hair, you felt him use his left hand to interlock it with your right. This, for some reason, was what pushed you over the edge.

“So fucking good. So fucking good. I’m cumming baby, fuck - ,” you rambled on and on until your high and reached its end. You pulled James off of your pussy and pulled him up to your level. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. You run one hand from his shoulder all the way down to his cock. He was still fully clothed.

“Take your shirt off,” you commanded him. You didn’t expect him to follow so fast. You kept your eyes on him as he removed his jumper revealing a white undershirt that fit his perfectly toned body. You watched as he loosened his belt, which you stopped.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” you teased, “that part is my job.” You stood up and pushed James down into a chair, the same chair you were studying in earlier. Soon enough your hands found his belt buckle and his boxers were pulled down enough to where his cock was free. He was so hard, precum leaking onto his stomach as his dick laid. You stood up, kissed James softly, then lowered your cunt onto him.

“Fuck!” He yelled. God he was so noisy.

“Shut up. You don’t want to wake everyone up, right James? How humiliating would that be? Everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for it,” you barked at him. He was so cute in that moment. His curls were sticking to his forehead, glasses fogging up from panting. His mouth was open slightly and he was struggling to not keep his eyes closed. You allowed him to hold your ass while you bounced up and down on him.

“Look at me baby,” you told him.

“Fuck, okay,” he replied very softly.

“You have a dirty mouth Potter. All you do is swear and eat me out, not that I’m complaining.”

You don’t know what it was but after that comment, you were able to tell he was about to cum soon. He began to release soft whimpers, trying to obey your demand of being quiet. His hands began to shake and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m going to cum. Please. I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” he begged. He was begging.

“Go ahead baby. You deserve it, you’re so good,” you praised him. With that comment, you felt his cum spill inside you as he released a moan into your shoulder, pulling you into what seemed like a hug.

You guys stayed like that for a minute. You eventually brought his face a few inches away from yours and kissed him. This was the first kiss where it didn’t seem sexual, but more comfortable. This kiss felt like James holding the door open for you or James offering to carry your books.

“James,” you whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“I’m glad I’m the girl.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut

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tvgirllvr · 9 months

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hey yalllll im gonna write another smut but idk what to write so y’all choose pls 😈😈

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tvgirllvr · 9 months

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part two to the james potter smut I wrote!!! again, im new to writing, so pls give me tips how to be better!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, praise kink, degrading kink, size kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (WEAR A CONDOM), probably more idk

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It’s the next day, the day after James had told you to meet him after practice. You went back to your dorm last night feeling both satisfied and unsatisfied. Yes, you got to suck James Potter’s cock. However, there wasn’t enough time for him to return the favor. All considered, you were everything and excited for your guy’s encounter tonight.

In potions class today he actually said hello to you. It may seem like nothing but it has never happened before. Not only that, you also caught him staring at you a few times. Once you made eye contact with him he smirked, every single time. How could someone you dislike so much make you this desperate?

As you're walking out of potions you feel a familiar hand placed on your shoulder. You turn around, and of course, it's the man himself.

“Hey, um - can I talk to you about something?” James asked. He seemed a little nervous.

“Yeah, what's going on?” You replied, he could tell you were anxious by the pitch in your voice.

“Listen, about tonight, I’m sorry. We have a game tomorrow and I told the team we would have a late practice … so I’m going to have to cancel. I really wish I could return the favor now. I promise I will another time. Okay baby?’

Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Oh, um - yeah. That's fine,” you replied quietly. God, you were pissed. So pissed. Who fucking does that?

“I’m sorry, again,” his repetitiveness was starting to annoy you. With that, you did anything a pissed off person would do. You didn’t reply, turned your back, and walked away.

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It’s two hours later and you still can’t stop thinking about how James totally blew you off. I guess he didn’t make a fake excuse, the Gryffindor team was in fact practicing that night. Still, your feelings were hurt. You wanted to make him regret the fact that he canceled on plans, and as always, you had the perfect plan to do so.

It wasn’t uncommon for the Gryffindor girls to gawk over the boys at practice, they would sit in the high booths and drool over whichever boy they liked that week. You had only done it a few times before, but tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to pick up an old hobby.

You went through the clothes you had brought to school and found the most perfect thing to wear. A black mini skirt, a tight sweater, and a necklace that rested in between your breasts. James had previously made a comment about how worked up you wearing skirts got him, so you were positive that this plan would work to an extent. You gathered two of your girl friends and proposed the idea of going up to watch the boys. They agreed in the same beat, and before you knew it, you were up in those stands.

Watching the team play was an interesting experience. Some of the boys you felt incredibly repulsing, you became annoyed when they would wink at you or look at you for too long. It made you question if you should just leave, but once you saw the face of James Potter when one of his mates whistled at you, you made up your mind to stay.

Everytime one of James’ teammates made a comment or even looked in your direction, he would furiously grip his broom and block the teammate’s view of you. God, could he make it more obvious? At the end of the day, it didn’t matter to you, because you were the one getting him all flustered. To be frank, it was all his fault.

You eventually got too cold so you and your friends decided to call it a night. If it went as usual, the long Quidditch practice would last another hour. Boohoo, you thought. Poor James is stuck on a broom while you were going to fingerfuck yourself to make up for his absence. Of course that isn’t the ideal situation, but it was better than nothing. Walking down from the stands, you were shocked to hear what was being shouted about on the field. Nevertheless, it made your stomach turn with anticipation.

“Alright you guys!” You heard James yell, “That's it for today. You guys have worked hard enough, we should be good for tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep!”

Oh, thats fucking funny. James Potter, who had to cancel on fucking you tonight, just ended practice early cause he got too worked up seeing you dressed like a slut. You were trying to anticipate what his next move was going to be, but honestly, you had no clue. With that, you began walking back to your dorm. Your two friends had already left you behind because you were purposefully walking slowly to listen to what James was saying to the team. You couldn’t walk for 60 seconds without hearing a pissed voice call you.

“What the fuck was that?” You heard James ask sternly. You whipped around, he was only a few yards behind you.

‘What was what?” You teased, knowing exactly what got him worked up.

“Are you kidding me? What was what? I’m talking about you showing up to practice dressed like a total slut. You should have heard what the guys were saying about you. Where do you get off doing that?”

“I don’t know Potter, maybe I was trying to impress someone.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “who?”

“It’s none of your business,” you replied, a little too snarky. This seemed to piss him off.

“Oh, yeah? It is my business. You were the one begging for my cock down your throat last night,” he said in a soft voice, almost mocking. He was slowly getting closer to you.

“What does that have to do with anything?” you said in a very defensive tone.

“What that means is that if I were to pull you into that empty classroom right there, bend you over and fuck you from behind, you would let me. Don’t pretend like you're so innocent being dressed like that.”

You went silent. You knew that’s what you wanted. He knew that's what you wanted.

“Please,” in a whisper, was all you were able to get out. He grabbed you by your waist and did exactly what he suggested. He pulled you into the closest classroom and locked the door. Before you know it, he was pinning you on the desk that belonged to professor whoever.

“You’re such a fucking brat trying to distract me. You should know better than that. You were so good to me last night, but now, I don’t think you deserve anything at all,” he said with a knee in between your legs. God, you needed him so bad.

He was kissing you so slow, he knew that he was teasing you. All he wanted was to see how desperate you were for him and you were giving him all of that. With your hands tangled in each other's hair, you felt one of his hands run down your body and to your cunt.

“So wet and needy. I bet you don’t even need any warming up, bet I could slip my cock right inside your tight pussy and you would love it just as much. Isn’t that right?” He asked while circling your clit with his thumb.

“Yes, more .. please more,” was all you were able to get out. He let out a laugh at that.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic. You really are just a horny slut wanting to be used, only by me right?”

“Yes...yes, yes! Only by you,” you let out as he picked up the pace.

“What a sight,” he said while taking off your skirt. “Awww, did my baby wear her pretty pink panties for me to see? Too bad you soaked right through them, gotta take them off.”

As he removed your underwear, he let out a sigh as he was able to see your cunt for the first time. He looked up at you, made eye contact, then immediately began placing kisses on your clit. He moaned against your heat as he stuck a finger inside, making your body shift with pleasure.

“So fucking tight, how am I going to fit in there?” He asked, “Guess I do have to warm you up doll. Fuck, you taste so good….”

He added another finger inside you and began to pick up the pace to which his tongue was moving. You couldn’t help but let out a large moan as he moaned against you.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna fucking cum, ” you let out as you were approaching your high.

“Hmm… I don’t know if I should let you though. You acted like such a spoiled brat earlier, getting me worked up with your cute ass in that skirt. Maybe I should just leave you here, let you get yourself off so you can learn your lesson,” he said as he pulled off of you for a moment.

You would think his words would actually make you less likely to finish, but something about the way he was talking to you only made the ache in between your legs more prominent.

“Please, please, please. I’ll be good, I swear,” you moaned in separate breaths, hoping he’s kind enough.

“Alright pretty. Go ahead, cum. You’ll look so cute, I just know it.”

As he flicked his tongue as fast as he could on your clit, you came to a high you didn’t even think was possible. You moaned out his name as you had your hands tangled in his hair making sure he was as close to your cunt as possible. Soon enough, you pulled him off because whatever he just put you through made you the most sensitive you had ever been.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, “looked so pretty like that. Ha, like what you see?”

It was hard not to see his hard cock making a clear mark through his uniform. You wanted nothing more than to experience what it was like to be totally, and utterly, destroyed by him. You reach down to his pants and undid them. As soon as his cock was released, you wrapped a hand around the base then moved it up, collecting all the precum that had gathered when he was eating you out.

“Fuck, doll. You gotta stop or I’m not gonna last long, you gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” He asked you in a very low voice, like he needed it at that very moment

“Mhm,” you said, “Want it inside me, please.”

“That’s my girl, bend over on the desk princess,” he ordered you. Your sweater was still on, to which you removed before you did what he said. Your nipples hardened even more after being pressed on the cold surface, you felt a smack to your ass as James began lining his cock up with your entrance.

“Wait,” you heard him say.

“Oh god, what now?”

“Condom… do you have one?” He asked you, concerned.

“No. We don’t need one. I’m on the pill. Please just fuck me now, no more teasing,” you begged.

“I don’t think you’re in charge here,” he said right before pushing a fourth of his cock inside of you. “Fuck, holy shit. I don’t know if I’m gonna fit in here, no, you’ll make it fit. You’re so cock hungry you would do anything for it all now, is that right baby?”

“Yes!” you let you scream, you honestly couldn’t wait any longer.

He slowly pulled out and went back in faster, pushing his whole cock inside you this time. His doing caused you to half yell half moan. The way he was stretching you out made you somehow even wetter. It was painful at first, but the pain definitely didn’t last long as he started to slowly thrust in and out of your cunt.

“You’re such a whore for it, huh? Letting me fuck you in a classroom where someone could hear us at any moment. I bet you would like that, letting everyone know how much you love my cock inside you,” James rambled, you loved the way he rambled.

He continued to fuck you at a faster pace. It was obvious that neither of you were going to last that long, he had been hard for a while and you felt your second orgasm approaching as he flipped you over and began to circle your clit again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, by the way you were squeezing around him, he could tell you were going to cum soon.

“That’s my girl, go ahead, cum on my cock. You’re gonna go back to your dorm after this, play with yourself, and realize nobody’s ever going to make you feel as good”

“I’m cumming, shit! I’m cumming, oh my gosh,” you let out the most pornographic moan known to man as you reached your high for the second time that night.

“Oh… that’s it. Fuck, hang in there baby. Almost there, gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up. I know you want it so bad,” he rambled on. His thrusts were starting to become sloppy.

At this point both of his hands were on your hips and your back was on the table. Throughout intense eye contact, you felt him twitch inside you and let out a load, low, groan. The feeling of him cumming inside you was absolutely immaculate. You both stayed still for a few seconds until James pulled you up to his level and planted a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled out of you and got dressed to go get a towel so he could help clean you up.

“You did so good for me baby,” he said while helping you get dressed, “I’m so proud of you.”

You were a little shy and tired at this point, so you just planted a kiss on his cheek and held his hand. He walked you back to your dorm and gave you a kiss tonight. You wondered to yourself what this meant for the two of you. It seemed impossible that James Potter would ever be wishing you sweet dreams and holding your hand. Wherever this went with you two, you were in for the whole ride.

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so incredibly new to writing. if you have any tips, pls let me know! this is a james potter smut, there’s a part 2 so lmk if y’all want it!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink?, there’s probably more idk.

There was always an uncomfortable relationship between you and James Potter. You guys had only had a few interactions, however, there seemed to be a mutual dislike.

Despite being in the same house, neither of you could find a reason to at least tolerate each other. Sometimes you wish he had been sorted into Slytherin so the relationship between you two was more justified. However, the more you thought about it, the faster you realized there was no scenario where you guys got along.

The petty feud started fourth year. You remember it clear as day. It was a potions lesson, and your nerves were already being pressed on. Slughorn hadn’t let the students choose their own partners for the lesson which already caused the students to be irritated. Looking down at your hands, your fingers were subconsciously crossed, hoping to receive a partner that didn’t make this class unbearable for the next hour and a half. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were being taught together that day so the best case scenario was getting partnered with someone not in your house who would do all the work correctly.

As Slughorn had begun assigning pairs, you about flinched when you heard your last name being spoken in the same breath as Potter’s. You guys were in the same house, but had never even spoken before. There were a few moments where you thought he might’ve been giving you a death stare, but that’s the closest to an interaction you guys have ever had. This had to be fun.

You let out a frustrating sigh, one Potter definitely heard. As you walked over to the desk that the professor had pointed at both of you too, you heard Potter mutter something under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked him.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said without looking up from his notes. “You did. I heard you.”

“Must’ve heard wrong.”

You rolled your eyes to where he couldn’t see and you sat down. You were in for a tough one. The rest of the lesson, and every other lesson you guys were paired up with, he did everything to ignore you. He avoided eye contact with you at all costs and never used your name when addressing you. It made you wonder if he even knew your name. After this experience, you had made up your mind about James Potter. You didn’t like him.

Flash forward to both of your last years, and the dislike remains. There were only a few more interactions between Slughorn’s lesson and the present, none of them being pleasant. That was until McGonagall had assigned you to help tutor Potter, especially with charms. With his record, there was no way he was going to pass his O.W.L.S., and even though you didn’t like him, you felt bad. You had agreed to tutor him once a week on Wednesdays before Quidditch practice. That didn’t sound like absolute hell, right?

“You’re late,” you called out.

“I know I’m late,” James replied very monotone.

“So you showed up late on purpose?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“God,” you groaned with your face in your hands as he sat across from you. You decided the library was the best place to study, you question if he’s ever even been in a library before. He puts his books on the table, and the slam causes you to flinch and knock over your quill onto the floor.

“Fuck!” You quickly jumped up out of your chair to pick up the quill before it left a mark on the floor. You bent over, which happened to give Potter a nice view of your ass, and picked up the quill. When you turn back to him, he has a very composed face, but it’s red. It’s almost as if it’s too composed, like he’s hiding something. You sat back down and there was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

“McGonagall said I needed help with charms,” James tried to explain, “I think I’m doing fine and don’t need help, but I guess it’s not my choice.”

“Well,” you paused for a second, “I assume if she wants me to help you, you need help. Also, um - can you just sit next to me? I’m not going to be reading textbooks upside down.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said a little hesitantly. He moved next to you, but as he stood up, you got a clear glimpse of what was bothering him so much. It wasn’t as much charms, it was more like that massive hard on you had given him.

“Ha,” you let out.

“What?” He asked. He seemed insecure about the remark. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Better not. You hate me for a disclosed reason already, I don’t want to embarrass you,” you tried to explain. It was hard to keep a straight face during the conversation. James seemed to understand what you were getting at by the way he refused to make eye contact for the rest of the study session.

At the end of the hour, you two had gone over almost every charm that was going to be on the exam. You bent over the table to collect all the books you guys studied, and as you sat back down, you realized James’ eyes had been examining your body during the entire action. A sense of accomplishment ran through your body knowing that you had helped James, a sense that spread all the way down to in-between your legs. You wondered if there was anything else you could do to help him be less stressed for the O.W.L.S., and so came your most brilliant idea yet.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking with me,” groaned James while looking at the window, it was pouring outside. “What? What’s wrong?” You wondered what has got him pissed now.

“Are you incompetent? It’s raining, meaning practice is canceled. That was the only reason I cared about this whole thing because I had something to look forward to after.” He said pouting.

“My God, would you stop it? Seriously, I spent a good chunk of my time helping your ass and you're still being shitty. It’s not like you hated the whole thing anyway...” You said, getting quiet towards the end.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m talking about the boner in your pants that has been there since you walked in the room.”

There was silence. It was hard to tell if it was an uncomfortable one or not, but judging by James’ face, you assumed it was.

“I get it now,” you said.

“What is that you fucking get?” He replied, staring deep into your eyes. Fuck, why was he turning you on?

“I thought you hated me for so long. Come to find out that’s not the case. You can’t be by my side without getting fucking horny. Wow, that’s pathetic.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I think I will,” you teased, “you're too pussy to do anything about it anyway.” You walked to the opposite side of the table and leaned over it so you were facing him, giving him a glorious view of your breasts.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, switching from looking down at your shirt to looking up at your eyes. “What’s the matter? Too much to handle Potter?” you mocked.

He stood up, grabbed your wrist, and dragged you out of the library. He didn’t even bother to grab any of his books or belongings. You felt your underwear getting wetter as you focused on the grasp he had on your arm, dragging you to his dorm. Instant relief came over both of you when nobody else was in the room. You both were standing side by side at this point. He had walked over to his bed and sat on it, staring at you.

You didn’t know what to do now. All you did know was that you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to treat you so good and so bad at once.

“Take your shirt off,” he said, staring into your eyes.

You paused for a moment, wondering if you should or not. If you said a sarcastic comment, would he make you leave? You thought it was too risky, you needed to make him feel good. So, you complied.

You slowly removed your low-cut shirt, revealing that you were wearing no bra in the first place. He sighs and grips his thighs, trying to control himself. He stands up again, walks over to you, and kisses you. It’s aggressive, it gets more aggressive as you feel him run a hand up to one of your breasts, pinching your nipple. You let out a small gasp and you feel him smirk on your lips. You run your hands down his chest until one of them reaches his cock, still clothed. You begin teasing him as you bite his bottom lip.

“Fuck, you have no clue baby. Those tiny fucking skirts you wear get me so worked up, I gotta go take care of myself once I see you for too long. Imagining how your slutty mouth would feel with my cock down your throat, I know you can take it all.”

After that comment, you felt a strong urge to prove him right. So with that, you got on your knees and began undoing his pants. God, this was everything you wanted.

As his dick sprung out of his underwear, your mouth formed an “O” shape. He was fucking huge. Long and thick. This only made the throbbing in between your legs worse.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“Nothing. Just - wasn’t expecting you to be this big I guess,” you replied quietly.

“Don’t be modest, I know you can take it,” he said in a reassuring manner. You were confident before, but after seeing the size of him, you weren’t sure.

You began to give kisses on his tip, gathering the precum that was already there. Running your tongue against him, up and down, and he let out a rewarding moan. You did your first attempt at swallowing him whole and you were half successful.

“Atta girl. Taking me so well, like you were made for this. Maybe I should study with you more often, whenever I get bored I’ll just have you sneak under the desk and make me feel good.”

You moaned with him in your mouth at the thought of that, being James Potter’s personal cockslut.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat, okay? I know you can take it. You love it I bet, being destroyed by my cock. Fuck, take it all baby - you’re so good - fuck,” he began to trail off as you kept still and he thrusted up into your mouth. You tried to breathe through your nose but you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging around him. That only seemed to turn him on more.

“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna swallow it all baby?”

You pulled off of him for a moment, jerking him off, “Yes, please, I want it.”

“God, fuck - take it baby, fuck, you’re so good, shit,” he came in your mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, you open up to show the mess in your mouth, and swallow. You loved the taste of him, you needed it more often.

“Such a good fucking girl. Doll, get on the bed,” he said now on top of you. That was until there was a knock on the door.

“James, mate,” Sirius called out, ‘Why the fuck is this locked? Open it up, I gotta grab my jumper, it's freezing.”

‘Shit,” James said. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll make you feel good next time. Tomorrow? After practice?” He asked, almost begging.

“Yes,” you said, you couldn’t wait.

‘Open the fucking door Potter,” you heard Sirius say.

Both of you laughed, and as Sirius walked in, you snuck behind him. Nobody saw. It was just your guy’s

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