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Description: Your rooftop rendezvous with Spiderman. NSFW content below the cut
âHe phrased it all wrong, good girls donât suck dick, they take cock.â Miguel says it slowly, and seductively, watching as your breathing hitches, your heart rate speeds up, and your body temperature rises.
âYeah?â You ask, half breathless, your hand settling on the blanket right next to his knee.
He nods, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. âYeah, they look all pretty, and take all the pleasure you can give them, until theyâre a beautiful, babbling mess.â
âO-ohâŚâ Your face is adorable, eyes looking anywhere but his masked face.
âLook at me.â He orders, lightly, not to scare you, never to scare you.
Your eyes flicker to his, and he preens under your gaze, his free hand wrapping around your waist, fingers splayed across your clothed skin. âGood girl.â
He sees you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and it drives him wild. He canât fuck you, you have a boyfriend, and you donât even know itâs Miguel under the mask, it wouldnât be the same. But he does have another idea.
He trails his hands down your body, watching your face for any signs of fear.
âWhat else did he phrase wrong?â You ask with an adorable nervousness coloring your tone.
He can tell you want him, not just because his suit is giving him your bio signs, but by the way you inhale, and the way you lean towards him, hanging onto his every word.
He brushes a thumb over your lips. âHow long has it been since heâs tasted you?â You avert your eyes, and he lightly taps your cheek with his forefinger. âDonât turn from me Querida, I want to see those pretty eyes.â
You do as he says, and he hums in satisfaction, moving his hand to cup your face, thumb still resting on the center of your lips.
âSo long, Spiderman.â You breathe, your lips moving against his thumb.
âCorazĂłn.â He says, ânot Spiderman, not now.â
You repeat the word after him, a little clumsily, but the sound of it makes him hide his face in your neck, his fangs begging to break through and claim you.
âItâs been so long, corazĂłn.â You say, once he raises his head.
âAllow me to repent for his sins, then.â
Your eyes are wide, lips parting in surprise when his hands leave your face to grasp your thighs, pulling you forward, the bottom half of his mask dissolving once heâs lined up with your clothed core.
Heâs dreaming, he has to be. Youâre there before him, pretty little sundress bunched up around your hips, damp cloth covering that perfect pussy heâs seen night after night in your bathroom mirror.
âOh Querida, you smell so good.â He presses kisses to your thighs, careful not to do more than nip you, mindful of the venom in his fangs.
âCorazĂłn, pleaseâŚâ Your voice is quiet, but he can smell your arousal, and he rips off your underwear, tracking where it falls, intent on taking it home with him.
And then he feasts, large hands holding your thighs apart, as he devours you, tongue like silk through your folds, moaning at the taste, his lips wrapping around your clit.
You gasp at the feeling, and it goes straight to his cock.
âI donâtâfuck, um, I havenât really shaved, and you really donât need to all this for me, I mean Todd told me guys donât like it whenâŚâ Youâre nervous, insecure, and it breaks his heart.
He pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your skin before he rests his head on your thigh, giving you a reassuring smile. âItâs okay y/n, let me take care of you, forget what Todd says, focus on me.â
âYeah, but what aboutâ" Youâre cut off by him diving back in, mouthing at your core like a man starved, and your eyes flutter shut.
You taste divine, and he needs more. He locks his arms around your thighs, his hands spread on your soft skin, his nose brushing your clit. âYouâre so pretty, Querida, so perfect.â
âCorazĂłn, corazĂłn, I need more, pleaseâŚâ You beg, hands grabbing at his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of his suit.
âAnything, mi vida, Iâll give you anything.â He promises, as he plunges his tongue into your entrance, his words vibrate against you, and he moans when your walls clench around him.
âYou, corazĂłn, I want you.â You gasp, bucking your hips against his face, smearing your juices over his skin.
He could die like this and be content, but he wants more, he wants to see how desperate he can make you.
âGet on top of me.â He orders, not giving you time to react, instead Miguel holds you up with one arm and lies on his back.
He has you facing the street, hands able to find purchase on the ledge, as he pulls you down, the scent of you flooding his senses, your thighs framing his head.
âSpidââ He pulls you down further, seating you fully on top of him, lips and tongue working in tandem to drive you closer and closer to your peak, his suit growing tighter and tighter as you pant and whine above him.
 âCorazĂłn, please, touch me.â Your head is hanging down, he can see the way your eyes are screwed shut, your expression is all he imagined while he watched you pleasure yourself, and now he gets to see itâbe the cause of it.
He drinks you in, slipping two fingers in to aid his tongue, and your eyes fly open, locking with his.
Youâre so beautiful, truly he thinks you might be an angel, a goddess, a succubus, with the way you begin to ride his face, rutting against his nose, crying his pretend name over and over again.
âYou sound so beautiful, mi reina, sing for me.â He pleads, grinding your hips down on him.
Your eyes flutter shut once more. âIâfuck, Miguel, Iââ
Youâre singing for him. His name slipping from your lips unknowingly, and he loses it, free arm wrapping around your waist, his tongue bullying your clit, his fingers finding that spot within you, in a record time, he applauds himself for that, and curls against it mercilessly, a punishing pace that has you screaming.
âMiguel, I canât, itâs too much, Miguelââ Your words are resistant, but you grind down on him, making no attempts to escape him.
âLo siento, querida, no puedo parar, no puedo. Sabes demasiado buenaâ He strokes the clothed skin of your back to comfort you, his words muffled by your pleading. Trsl: Iâm sorry, sweetheart/my dear, I canât stop, I canât. You taste too good.
Then you crash, your muscles tightening, hips moving wildly, and then you go boneless and Miguel slides from under you, wrapping his lips around his fingers and savoring the taste.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean toâIâm so embarrassed, that isnât even your name andââ
He tilts your chin up, and presses his thumb to your lips, like a vixen you part them unconsciously, and he groans, his cock aching. âNo apology needed; I understand.â
âNo but really Iââ
âY/N.â He warns playfully, the lower half of his masks reappearing.
You fall silent, and he feels a slow curl of lust. How obedient could you be? If he stayed to find out, heâd fuck you on this dirty roof, and he refused to debase you in such a way.
âGood girl, now go inside and get some rest.â Then he stands and swings away, desperate to find a quiet corner and take care of himself, your ripped underwear tucked safely away.
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Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isnât all that badâ that he too, will have his happily ever after.
Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!
You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.
The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The worldâ the one whoâs responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. Itâs a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.
Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesnât really end with a happily-ever-after.
âIâm telling you, Prongs. Itâs just a bunch of crap.â Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.
âIt isnât always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.â James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. âJust look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.â Sirius canât help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.
âThatâs because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.â James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)
âThatâs what soulmates are, Pads. Youâre supposed to complete each other, balance the other person outâ He pursed his lips and sighed, thereâs no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.
Complete each other, huh?
Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesnât really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.
Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, itâs foreign feeling for the Blackâs eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.
That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.
Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.
He saw how Regulus flinched, no one shouldâve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who shouldâve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.
âYou should eat more, Reggie.â You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. âI am quite full.â You raised a brow âNone sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or Iâll tell Evan and Junior.â
âDo you know that you boss people around quite well?â He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. âI was told.â Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.
Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You donât particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.
Youâve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.
âReggie! Reggie!â
You exclaimed, slapping the poor boyâs arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. âIâm reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. Itâll do you some good.â He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. âMy soulmate! They tugged the string!â You gushed, âThey must be looking for me too, right?â You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.
Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?
You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.
You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.
Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brotherâs indifference, Regulusâs gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?
The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.
It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.
Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.
âMy brother is foolish. Eat.â He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. âAlright, Reggie. Youâre lucky I love you.â You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. Youâre the only exception.
âPadfoot.â Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.
âWhat, Moons?â
âIf I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you⌠look for them?â Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless⌠Theyâre also in Hogwarts?
âDonât start with that crap, Moony.â Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.
âDonât you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?â Remus frowned.
Siriusâs scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. âGuilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?â His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. âI wonât be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.â
Remusâs expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. âItâs not about being chained, Pads. Itâs about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.â He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. âYouâve seen what happens when that bond is severed. Youâve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate whoâs probably hurting somewhere?â
Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. âI donât plan on severing our bond, Moons- â
âThen what the fuck are you doing?â Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He canât deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that heâs scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orionâs did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized heâs becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.
âIâm scared,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âScared of finding her⌠Scared of repeating the same mistakes.â He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remusâs. âBut youâre right. I canât keep running from this. Itâs not fair to them, and itâs not fair to me.â
James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. âIâll do it. Iâll find her,â he declared, his voice steady. âI owe it to both of us to at least try.â
âThatâs our Padfoot.â Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.
The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.
Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. âY/n?â The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.
Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: âIf you hurt her, youâll never see the light of day ever again.â
Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. âFound her, Pads?â
âYeah. Found her, Moony.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. âGo on, before you lose your nerve.â
Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulusâs protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.
âY/n,â he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.
You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. âI was wondering when youâd come around,â you teared up, making Siriusâ heart ache.
Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. âLetâs talk, yeah?â
And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.
Siriusâs and Y/nâs story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.
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wherein marlene and lily think you're dating someone on the quidditch team. you aren'tâyou swear to merlin you aren't! but in the bitter heat of it all, somehow, you find yourself admitting you do. you'd hate to disappoint your best mates or have them think you're a liar, and, surely, james potter, captain of the quidditch team, would understand your predicament?
james potter x fem gryffindor reader. ďšđďšfake dating to lovers.
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0. in between scylla and charybdis.
1. please, play along.
2. coming soon: not here for a quick shag.
sirius black being the cockiest mf ever trying to impress his crush and she is not impressed in the slightest to the point he starts getting really shy around her because he no longer knows how to act if his usual bravado doesn't work
but turns out just being his dorky, vulnerable, and still (softer) flirty self works like a charm!!
Sirius would totally the most cocky and immature tactics to get you to go out with him. it would be romantic for sure. im picturing the dance number that heath ledger sings in â10 things i hate about you.â
I hope you enjoy!
summery: after Sirius gives up on his boastful ways of flirting, you turn the other cheek and notice the popular marauder is sweet and dorky on the inside.
warnings: not proof read. one inappropriate joke, but thatâs all đŤśđť
pairing: sirius black x reader
Sirius Black was a charmer. That was for certain. Rumors spread like the plague of his roughish ways. You were not a fan of him, which was unfortunate for you because he was a fan of you. Constantly. Every chance he would get, he would flirt you up in the hallway.
âHey y/n, what are you doing later?â He would ask you. You replied with, âMcGonagallâs transfiguration essay.â
Sirius just smirked and returned with his cocky banter, âThatâs a shame, I wish youâd do me instead.â He grinned, James and Peter behind him laughing.
It wasnât genuine, or at least thatâs how you felt. You rolled your eyes and replied with, âYou wish, Black. In your dreams.â
You walked away with out seeing or hearing Siriusâ response. It frustrated you to no end that he would joke that way. You wanted to save him the trouble. He was obnoxious and too cocky for your own liking.
You missed when he was sweet and genuine. Not the popular boy that has become a staple at Hogwarts.
Sirius on the other hand, genuinely did want you. But no other tactic had gotten him a date. The rumors were misconstrued and he put on a cocky front. But in reality he was just as shy and dorky as he used to be.
One night after a hogsmeade trip, you were reading in the Gryffindor common room. It was a nice quiet night by the fire place. But all of a sudden, Sirius showed up, sat in an arm chair near you and started playing with wizarding cards.
âCould you keep that down?â You asked him, looking up from your book.
You expected a witty and cocky calculated response, but instead Sirius looked flushed. He ran a hand through this shiny hair and nodded, a little shy.
He gave up on impressing you and being so boastful. What did he have to lose? âYeah sure, sorry.â He replied.
Siriusâ response continued to surprise you. Where were his annoyingly witty comments and jokes? Why wasnât he flirting?
âAre you okay?â You asked, now a little confused.
âYeah Iâm fine,â he replied, lookin over at you. In his mind you looked so beautiful sitting by the fire. âUrmâactually I wanted to apologize. For making you so upset. I just think youâre really pretty an all. But Iâm taking the hint and Iâll stop.â
He sounded so sweet about it and vulnerable. This was the Sirius you liked. The genuine one.
You smiled softly, âThank you for the apology Sirius. I appreciate it. But you really think Iâm pretty?â You asked.
He nodded, continuing to be sincere in his response. âYeah, could never take my eyes off you love?â He said. It was straightforward and flirty but absolutely adorable and dorky.
You blushed. Why couldnât be t he like this all the time?
âI like you like this.â You said, with a small smile. Sirius flushed.
âY-you-u do?â He asked, a little surprised. This was the first time youâd shown him affection.
âYeah. I mean when you arenât being so boastful and cocky around me. I like the genuine you, Sirius.â You said.
With that, he sat up and walked over to the couch. He sat next you and both were facing each other.
âSooo, I guess what youâre saying is???â He teased. You lightly pushed him and laughed.
âIâm saying if you tried to ask me out in a less boastful way. I would say yes.â You explained, blushing.
Sirius felt like heâd won the jackpot. âReally?! Uh I mean oh thatâs cool.â He said, earning another giggle out of you.
âY/n, will you go out with me?â He asked, sincerely.
You nodded, âYes Sirius, I will.â
santa doesnât know you like i do
james potter x f!reader (smut)
summary: you and james had been distant for a month, until you saw him at a christmas reunion. you thought he didnât see you the way you wanted him, until he couldnât help but bringing you over to his apartment next door.
a/n: did this in a rush but i needed to do a christmas james fic, also stream fruitcake (i love you sabrina carpenter) happy holidays!! didnât really check for mistakes so just tell me if you see any (please), also keep in mind english isnât my first language so sorry about any errors.
warnings: smut with plot, muggle + modern day au, afab!reader, she/her pronouns referring to reader, reader knows how to bake, james is taller than reader, wolfstar, friends to lovers, petnames (love, darling, sugar), casual drinking, use of y/n once, kissing, hickeys, swearing, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight dom!james and sub!reader dynamic, james loves biting, orgasm denial?, a bit of a size kink, unprotected (sorry) penetration
you loved the winter time, especially christmas.
gifts, snow, hot chocolate, good food, what could be top that?
you and your friends had planned a christmas reunion, you were so excited you felt stupid. sirius and remus were hosting the party in their apartment, which was right next to jamesâ, so you assumed heâd be there.
even though you and james were very close friends, since you had developed a crush on him you both had been a bit distant, especially because he was in a situationship with a girl you barely knew and you didnât want to get in the way. even if you were attracted to him, you wanted what has best for him, though you couldnât handle being around him while he was obsessing over her.
you told your roommate, lily, about it and she said that you were acting silly, distancing yourself from him like that and that you should try and talk to him normally at the party. you guessed she was right, you just wondered if he was going to bring the girl there, you would absolutely hate it.
you and lily went separately, which you realized was a bad idea once you stood in an elevator with a very heavy glass tray filled with chocolate mousse not being able to press the floor buttons without dropping the dessert on the floor or getting your dress dirty. and so you heard him.
shit.
âremus, are you sure sheâs not coming?â you heard james say from far away. âno, i just donât want to-â he saw you. âlisten, iâm getting on the elevator, see you soonâ he stepped in, cheeks flushed looking at you. you knew he was talking about you in that phone call.
âhi, it been a whileâ he says, trying to look away from you.
âjames, could you press the button please?â you request, signaling to the buttons on the elevator with your head.
âoh, yeah, of course. going to the party?â he asked, already knowing the answer. you nod a yes, hating how awkward the situation felt. the elevator doors close and you feel obliged to say something
âhowâs anna?â you question, remembering the girl he had been with for the past month.
âalright, i thinkâ he looks at you. âit didnât work out between us, you know? we broke up one or two weeks agoâ
âsorry to hear thatâ you werenât sorry at all.
âitâs whatever, iâm not even sure if i really liked her, just felt like i was trying to get over someoneâ he stated, the doors open and he held up his arm, holding the door so you could get out before him.
âthat sucks. thank youâ you step out, staring at him as he got out. he looked pretty like this, his hair looked messy-cute, just the way you liked it. he was wearing the black pants you bought him once and a sweater. he was probably freezing outside. sure, you werenât wearing the best clothes to keep you warm, specially with the length of the dress, but you took an uber, he walked everywhere.
âhey, could you help me out with something?â he asked, opening the door to his apartment.
âsureâ you follow him, closing the door behind you with a bump of your left shoulder, gently placing the tray you were holding on his entrance table. he looks at you, blank look on his face, he looked like his mind was fully empty. âso, what is it you want help with?"
âright, hm, could you help me pick out a sweater?â before you distanced yourself from him, he would always call you randomly and ask you to pick out his clothes. you loved it, it felt like playing with dolls again. you nodded a yes and he went to his room, you looked around his living room. it looked the exact same as it did a month ago, except it had a small christmas tree in the corner between the tv and the framed mirror. you got on your knees to look at the ornaments. they all had pictures of him and his friends. once you saw a picture of you and him in one, you felt like crying, it was the cutest thing. you were smiling and his face was glued to the side of yours, pretending he was biting your cheek. you quickly took a photo and put your phone back in your cardigan's pocket.
âyou like the tree?â he smiled, you turned your head and got up, straightening your dress. he had given you quite the fright.
âitâs cuteâ you smile back, he was shirtless, holding two options in his hands.
âdid you see that photo of us from thanksgiving?â
âyeah, i didâ you look away. he holds up two sweaters, a cream colored one with little blue patterns and an awfully ugly one that had christmas lights. you were sure he had worn the ugly one to last years holiday party, it was ugly sweater themed.
âi would go with the one that doesnât have lightsâ you were sure he was joking when he brought that one. âalso, that has to be some sort of fire risk.â you joke as he put son the cream one.
âgood choice, thank you, loveâ he referred to you like that, you just didnât expect he would feel okay with doing it now.
âyouâre welcome, jamesâ you smile, looking at him, but not directly into his eyes. he goes to the door and picks up the mousse effortlessly.
âiâll get this for you, donât worryâ he said before you could question him. you follow him and open the door.
once he steps out, you close the door behind him and he looks at you that way again.
âweâre doing okay, right? weâre not fighting or anything like that?â he asked, your brows furrow, feeling bad for not treating him like you usually did this past month.
âof course weâre okay, arenât we? iâm okayâ except you werenât okay with loving him, you werenât okay at all, but it was better to love him and him not corresponding than not having him in your life at all.
âgood, âcause i wouldnât know what to do without you, darlingâ he said, smiling.
âi wouldnât know what to do without you eitherâ you smile back and ring the doorbell to the apartment next to jamesâ. it takes him a while but remus opens the door, looking at you and james in shock.
âhey, guysâ he said in an awkward tone, the one that his voice turned into when he was nervous. âcome inâ he said, opening the door wider and mouthing something to james as he held the door for you.
âiâll take your dessert to the kitchenâ james says to you as you head over to lily, who was talking to mary.
âokay, just put it in the refrigerator, alright?â he nods and sirius follows him as he goes to the kitchen.
âwhyâd you lie to me?â he interrogates remus as he opens the door of the refrigerator.
âlisten, i knew you wouldnât come if i told you sheâd be here. i didnât want you to spend christmas all alone in your apartment, plus, you guys werenât even in a fight, youâre just distantâ he explains himself nervously moving his hands.
âhe saw her?â sirius questions, coming into the kitchen and seeing his boyfriend nervous.
âwent up the elevator with her.â james stated and looked at remus again âshe couldâve heard what i was telling you on the phone, you know?â james said almost whispering, scared youâd hear that too.
âplease, everyone knows that youâre in love with her. donât torture remâ over itâ sirius jokes, giving the man next to him a kiss on the cheek.
âlisten, chill out, drink a bit. itâll be fineâ remus says, looking at james with empathetic eyes.
james was trying to not think about you. he had been trying for the past year. until he met anna a month ago, as time passed and he spent more time around anna, he realized that everything she did reminded him of you. it seemed like he had been falling for someone who was a bad copy of you and he wouldnât be able to live with himself if he stayed with her. that month was by far the worst in his year, it was the one without you. you pulled away and he didnât understand why, so when he saw you that night, he thought you hated him. he didnât know what to do.
until you talked to him.
that was when he felt like everything good was happening to him, like somehow the universe had brought you back to him. and when he saw you taking a picture of his christmas tree his heart couldâve just melted. he knew you didnât hate him and that was the biggest relief possible. so he stayed at the party.
âhiâ you greeted him, sitting down next to him on the couch. everyone was doing their own thing. james would usually be around the boys joking and drinking, but that night he had spent most of his time sitting on the couch across from you, eyeing your every move. when mary, who had been talking to you for the past twenty minutes, saw him, she announced that she was going to get a drink and chat with peter for a bit. and so you were left making eye contact with james from across the room. after thirty seconds you got up and sat next to him.
âheyâ he smiled, you took his drink from his hand and took a sip, not breaking eye contact once. the heat burned your throat in the best way possible, it was way stronger than what he usually had.
âchanging it up for the holidays? youâre usually a beer guy, arenât you?â you ask, putting his drink on the coffee table in front of you both.
âdecided i needed something more for tonight, 'was feeling kind of tired, you know?â you nod in answer, your leg brushed against jamesâ and you immediately looked away from him, he casually put his right hand on your knee and led it up to where your dress ended in the middle of your thighs. you were so incredibly close it was driving you insane, what was he even doing?
âhave you baked those cookies recently?" he looks at you, like he wasnât doing nothing at all. was he drunk?
âi havenât, but i can bake some for you another day, i know you like them. how much did you drink?â you ask, his tolerance was high, the party had been going for about an hour and a half, he didnât drink much, did he?
âalmost nothing. two cups of that you drankâ his hand there was driving you crazy, you tried to hide it but your nervousness was pretty noticeable. âi really like the cookies, what do you put in them thatâs different?â âhm, usually i put more salt and vanilla extract than whatâs recommended by recipes but thatâs itâ you felt a lump in your throat, he was making you so nervous. he looked so good and you felt like screaming because he had never touched you like that before. sure, very long hugs and sometimes cuddles, but not hands on thighs and whatever it was he was doing to you.
âare you alright, love? you seem a bit paleâ he questioned, smiling at you, that damned smile.
âiâm fine. iâm going to the bathroom to freshen up, but iâll be back soonâ you got up and walked quicker than usual to the guest bathroom, locking the door behind you as you walked in. you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to calm down. no, he wasnât flirting with you, you were just being delusional, it was all fine. plus, you both were really good friends. it was completely normal for friends to touch each other like that, you were just letting your feelings for him get in the way of some friendly physical touch. that was probably it. you checked your makeup and flushed the empty toilet, to at least fake you were actually in the bathroom.
as you opened the door, you were faced with james potter, in all his glory, staring at the door of the bathroom you were just in.
âsorry, did i take long? i-â he interrupted you.
âlisten, y/n, i have been trying to brush this off for about a year now but i canât. i hope this doesnât affect our friendship, but im interested in you. as more than a friend and i really like you. i think youâre pretty, funny, i think you smell great and have an amazing taste on basically everything. i want to take you out on dates and treat you better than anyone ever has, this past month i have felt so bad without you around me and when i saw you again today i just felt better. well, that was until i realized about half an hour ago that i hadnât bought you a christmas gift, but just text me your wishlist and iâll get you whatever you want because i just want to make you happy. thatâs all i want this christmas. also, is this bad timing to point out the mistletoe on the doorframe?â
you couldnât believe it. you loved everything he had just said, you wanted him more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life. you loved him.
âkiss meâ you said simply like your heart wasnât pounding crazy quick in your chest.
âwhat?â âkiss me. isnât it bad luck not to kiss under mistletoe?â so he did. his lips crashed with yours, his right hand holding you by the back of your neck and his left on your hip, closer to your ass than it normally would be in any kiss. he spent a while like that, lips glued to yours, taking the situation in. he pulled away, looked at you from top to bottom and then went back to the kiss. his tongue entered your mouth smoothly, but the kiss was feral and hungry. he craved your taste, he kissed you like a starved man.
soon enough, the left hand was grabbing your ass for dear life. he pulled away again, leaving you craving the feeling of his mouth on yours.
âyouâre not feeling well, can i take you home?â he asked, looking at your lips. it took you a while to understand what he was implying.
âpleaseâ you whisper, he takes your hand and leads you to the living room, grabbing your cardigan from the chair it was on.
âwait hereâ he said to you, going over to sirius and telling him you were feeling a bit sick. sirius waved to you and mouthed a get well soon, it was sweet he believed james, specially since his mouth looked pink from your tinted lipgloss.
as soon as you stepped out of the apartment you looked at james with a big smile on your face.
âthis is so weird, i suddenly feel betterâ you joke.
âreally, huh? should take you to my apartment just to be safeâ he picked you up, holding you with one arm.
âjames!â you shouted, laughing.
âdonât worry, darling. âgonna take good care of youâ he opened the door to his apartment, closing it with his foot. he took you to his room, throwing you on the bed and jumping to lay down on the spot next to you. he took his shoes off lazily and took off your heels for you.
âyouâre so stupid, you know that?â you comment, rolling your eyes at his gesture. you loved it.
âyeah, i am the one whoâs stupidâ he smiled, crawling over you, his legs between yours and his face right over yours, giving you a sweet smile. he kissed you again, that same starved way, this time he wouldnât have to stop though.
his hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts through your dress. your hands went over to his hair, tugging on it lightly. he chuckled into your mouth when you did it the first time, but he liked it more than anything. he pulled away from your mouth, now kissing from your cheeks to your neck, biting it lightly, leaving marks. you gasped at the feeling of his teeth nipping on your skin, the wet patch on your underwear becoming absolutely undeniable.
his kisses turned sloppy once they reached your chest, he pulled down your dress to get a good look, you werenât wearing a bra. your breasts looked absolutely perfect, your nipples perked up because of the cold.
âyou look so fucking gorgeousâ he whispered âhate to mess you up like thisâ no he didnât. he was loving every second of it.
his lips sucked on your right nipple, his hand grabbing your left boob. you moaned at the warm feeling of his mouth on you. his tongue flicking your nipple before moving onto the other.
âjamesâ you gasp, shivering under him. heâs loving the way you react to him. your hand goes down to palm him through his jeans, he canât help but groan.
âneedy, arenât we?â he teases. heâs been waiting for this moment for so long, at the same time he wants to take it slow, he wants to absolutely wreck you.
âpleaseâ you beg, he wants something else first.
ânot yet, princess. be patientâ he slips his hand under the waistband of your underwear, feeling how wet you were. âall for me?â
âall yoursâ you tried not to stutter, holding back a moan once he pinched your clit.
âgood girlâ he says, putting one finger in you, using his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bud. you bring the back of your hand over your mouth to hold in a moan but he stops you.
ânonono, none of that. i wanna hear you, loveâ he puts another finger in and you moan, lightly arching your back. he smiles and trusts his fingers into you whilst stimulating your bud.
âyouâre being so good, sugar. so pretty like thisâ he praised you, your walls clench around him and you moan loudly at his words. he smirks, already knowing how much you love being praised like that. being told youâre a good girl. he pulls out his fingers and you whine at the empty feeling. he pulls the sweater he was wearing from off of him, discarding the piece of clothing you had picked for him earlier that night. he takes your lacy underwear off and opens your legs, holding apart with his wrists and getting a perfect view of you.
he kisses the inside of your thighs upwards in the direction of your pussy, he was kissing you everywhere except where you most wanted him. until suddenly he kitten licked your hole, his thumb moved in circular motions on your clit. you groaned at the feeling of his mouth on you. he sucked on your clit and put two fingers in again, flicking over your sensitive bud with his tongue.
âfuck!â you moaned once he nipped at your clit with his teeth, you were so close. your hands tug on his hair and you can feel his cocky smile against you. he kept on thrusting his fingers into you, sucking onto your bud harder. you moaned loudly at the feeling, not being able to hold it in.
âshit, james, iâm gonna cumâ you say in between moans and groans. you were almost reaching your high but he pulled his fingers out, giving your cunt a peck before pulling away, making you whine.
ânot yetâ he took off his pants hurriedly, he was wearing white underwear and you could see his hard cock pressed against the fabric. he was bigger than what you thought was. james took himself out of his underwear, he was on his knees towering over you, not breaking eye contact as he stroked himself before penetrating you. it was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen. he gave you a quick kiss before lining himself up against your entrance, the tip against your aching hole.
âtell me if you want to stop, alright?â he asks, looking into your eyes as you nod. you close your eyes as he begins to put it in.
âno, look at me, loveâ he demands, you open your eyes and look at him over you. holy shit. once heâs fully in he groans, not moving an inch. âyouâre so fucking tight, feels so goodâ he whispers, pulling out almost fully and then trusting back in. you moaned at the exciting new feeling.
it took him a few thrusts, but once he finally picked up his pace he didnât hold back, hitting your g-spot perfectly with every thrust. he made you a moaning and shivering mess beneath him, scratching harshly his back. you were sure it would leave marks.
his head was in the crook of your neck, biting the soft skin beneath him. it felt better than anything, it didnât take long for you to start feel your orgasm coming onto you. he thrusted deeply, hitting the perfect spot even harder.
you moaned loudly, your walls clenched around him, he groaned at the feeling.
âare you alright?â he teased you, voice sounding strained as his thrusts hit deep inside of you. he lifts your hips, thrusting harder and hitting everywhere you needed him to. you threw your head back, completely taken by the pleasure he was causing over you, your eyes fluttering shut.
âshit, james. âm gonna cumâ you state, scratching his back roughly.
âdo it, be a good girl and cum for meâ he said, groaning as your walls tightened around him. your climax hits you hard and you're moaning and arching your back as he holds you against him. his thrusts donât stop once youâve finished.
âgonna cum in you, is that alright?â you nod in answer, not being able to form a coherent sentence because of how fucked out you were. the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling up the room along with your moans and his swearing. after a few thrusts you felt his cock twitch inside of you, his hot juices mixing with yours.
once heâs finished he collapses over you, not pulling out. he leaves a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your mouth, kissing you firmly once he gets to the end.
âi think i should take you out on a date sometimeâ he says, grinning. he was so stupid.
âyou really shouldâ you kiss him softly and you knew what it was. he was also in love.
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eventual james potter x fem!reader; inevitable angst and annoyance as james slowly matures over his time at hogwarts. slowburn.
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