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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, dom/sub dynamics, Dom Lily Evans Potter, Sub James Potter, Body Worship, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Degradation, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Cumplay, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Hair-pulling, Scratching, Nipple Play, Blow Jobs, Fellatio, Teasing, Cum Eating, Hand Jobs, Begging, Dacryphilia, Crying, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Mentioned Threesome, mentioned orgy, slight impact, If You Squint - Freeform, Consensual Kink, Spit Kink, Breathplay, Gags, Improvised Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Licking, Hickeys, Marking, Biting, Making Out, Public Display of Affection, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Quidditch Player James Potter, Gryffindor, Gryffindor Common Room, Parties in Hogwarts House Common Rooms, Alcohol, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Weed, Cigarettes, Pet Names, Hogwarts, thank god for magical silencing spells, Lily evans is a control freak, James Potter is a good boy, mentioned poly!marauders, Light Angst, Aftercare, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Series: Part 5 of Jily Collection Summary:

After a predictable Gryffindor Quidditch win, Lily is prepared with a set of lacy maroon lingerie, a low cut bouse, a mini skirt, and a gryffindor party. James was always rambunctious and needy off the pitch, and she's looking to have some fun tonight.

Lily wore a corduroy skirt, just a little shorter than decent, showing off her soft plush thighs and long legs. Her pale skin drew James in, tracing the lines of her body from the clunky Mary Jane’s to the flash of maroon hiding below the thick burnt orange fabric. James couldn’t get enough of the sight.

She moved to the beat of the loud music playing in the common room, swaying her hips and moving her feet; she was completely unperturbed by James’ uncoordinated ministrations alongside her. Someone had finally wrenched musical control from Remus’ greedy hands and played some music they could actually move to, though she didn’t believe they’d be dancing for long anyway. Her dramatic bell sleeves flowed through the air as she moved her arms over her head in time with the music. James was in love with the twinkling sound her loud stacked bracelets made, chunky gold rings glinting in the lights. He looked towards the delicate golden ‘J’ she wore around her neck and smiled, noticing the lacey texture peeking out around the fabric of her low-cut top.

He was so enraptured by her casual grace that it was as though no one else was in the room. In that moment, it mattered much less who saw them then how quickly he could get her upstairs. He brought his hands to her hips and they became impossibly close, her lavender perfume and sweat overwhelming his senses. His skin burned in excitement everywhere their skin touched; They were breathing the same hot air and he couldn’t get enough; when their lips finally met, James fought hard not to let out a loud groan right there on the dance floor, in front of the rest of Gryffindor house. He settled for pressing his hips firmly against her, one hand cupping her jaw,the other gripping just below her waist. It wasn’t long before lips parted and hands wandered. James’ fingertips creeped lower until his calloused skin met the soft milky flesh of her thighs and dug in, raising her leg to rest hooked up over his hip, towering over her and sliding his tongue deeper.

Lily wasn’t protesting, in fact, she was holding onto him just as eagerly, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her level to kiss him harder. They moved in tandem, rough and slippery, tongues and lips and teeth clashing with fervor.

She didn’t recall their trip across the common room, nor up the stairs into the dorm room. She couldn’t imagine what their classmates might have thought. The next thing she knew she was pressed up against the door with James Potter's hand up her skirt and his tongue down her throat, playing with the bows that adorned her lacy maroon garters.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lily.” James says breathlessly. “So beautiful and all mine.” He goes to tug on the garter only to meet resistance, not expecting the straps that attached it to the rest of the set. He broke away looking at Lily, his eyes wide but gaze still sharp with desire.

She only grinned and pushed him farther into the room. “Go on and do something about it then, Potter,” she said, cheekily.

James doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s diving in again; but this time he goes slower. He wants to take Lily apart, to dismantle her with every stroke of his tongue. He wants to savor this. He unbuttons her shirt slowly, sliding it over her shoulders before moving to the buttons down the front of her skirt. He moved to kiss her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, the soft flesh of her breasts where they peeked out of the sinful garment she wore. The deep red bustier stood out against her pale skin and it only made James want to mark it until his claim was unmistakable. When her skirt finally dropped to the floor he couldn’t help but pause to appreciate the full look. Her makeup was light around the eyes and face, allowing her natural blush and freckles to seep through, save for some mascara and a light layer of gloss that James had almost definitely consumed by now. Her lips were swollen and shining only slightly. Her lingerie set consisted of a bustier with thin straps allowing her breasts to sit perfectly atop the delicate lace fabric. Two straps ran down her sides leading to the garter belt that rested on her hips. The entire ensemble was a deep red, finished with a barely there, lacy excuse for a pair of panties, and garters holding up absolutely nothing.

Soon he was on his knees, kissing at Lily’s hip bones just before where the sinful garment ended and rubbing her through the thin piece of fabric that does nothing to stop the wetness from seeping through to his fingers. James could practically smell her arousal and it was intoxicating. He doesn’t want it to be over, so he takes his time. He kisses every inch of open skin and rubs his fingers slowly over Lily’s clothed entrance, dragging the rough texture deliciously against her clit. Lily has no shame in chasing her pleasure and grinding her hips down against James' fingers.

It doesn’t take long for her to get impatient and drop to her knees in front of him, she grips the roots of his hair tightly between her pale fingers, and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss while her other hand palms him through his trousers. James let out a strangled groan when she nipped at his bottom lip before delving her tongue back into him, licking up against the roof of his mouth, feeding off his reactions. He's so enraptured that he barely noticed that she had let go of his hair and began unbuttoning his shirt. He shivered with every light brush of her fingernails against his skin until she roughly pulled the fabric off of him, scratching at the flushed skin below.

“What are you doing baby?” Lily hummed against his skin, just at the place where his neck meets his shoulder. “Are you trying to tease me now?” His fingers danced against her core, wet fabric an unwanted barrier between Lily and pleasure she knew she could be feeling. “After you made me wait so long?” He could hear the sarcastic pout her lips formed in her voice without ever having to look at her.

James had barely opened his mouth to respond when Lily bit down, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through his body, so intense that he moaned. She sunk her teeth in so deep he wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bruise left in the morning.

“You can do better than that,” Lily stood up, gripping James' hair and pulling him close. James doesn’t have time to breathe before she’s pulling her panties to the side and raising one leg to rest on his shoulder. He licks a long stripe along her folds, hardening the wet muscle to a point when he reaches her clit. She lets out a moan at the sensation. “Tongue out.” She orders, and James is more than eager to comply as she grinds his face against her dripping cunt. At this point he may as well be nothing but her favorite toy. Her juices dirty his glasses and drip down his chin, but James wouldn’t have it any other way.

James grows harder at the thought of what’s to come. He straightens his posture and presses himself upwards into Lily, preparing himself. He sucked at her clit and delved his tongue inside her and ground his face into her warmth greedily. Her moans only make him want more. She tugs and pulls at his hair in pleasure, lashing him with her silver tongue each time he winced in pain. “The pride of Gryffindor tower reduced to this,” she mocked and he could only moan at her scathing words, the sound muffled by her own flesh. “Look at you, so pathetic.”

James groans and whimpers vibrating against Lily’s dripping cunt is enough to get her frustrated at the limited range of motion in this position. When James finally reaches down to tug at his cock she pulls on his hair, dragging out a pained whimper as his mouth is torn away from her dripping cunt. He’d only managed to undo the zipper and push the waistband down enough to set his hardness free, and Lily reveled in the chance to degrade him further. The release of pressure is bliss. “You’re such a whore, getting off on me using your face. I never gave your permission to touch my cock.” She spat the words like venom, and he felt intoxicated as they trickled down into his bloodstream and went straight to his cock.

James' eyes rolled back into his head at the sense of belonging and stability the submission gave him. The pain at his scalp adds to his arousal when Lily roughly shoves him towards the bed before mounting his face and immersing him in her warmth once again. This time he brought his fingers up to push her panties aside and rub at her entrance while he focused his mouth on her clit, coating himself in her juices.

Lily can’t help but moan when the first digit slides in so smoothly and he doesn’t waste time in adding a second one; soon setting a rhythm, drawing shapes against her sensitive nub with his tongue, preening under every sound she makes and every twitch of her hips. He curled his fingers in surprise when he felt Lily’s soft fingers against his sensitive cock; it had barely been removed from the trousers, the touch was so feather light that the sensation was barely there. James savors everything he gets, he didn’t stop when she shouted and gripped him tighter in response; soon she was gushing all over his face, as he curled his fingers against that rough spongy spot that makes her drip so sinfully. She grinds against him feverishly riding out her orgasm. Each moan made him twitch beneath her fingertips yet she still refused to give his leaking hardness any real attention.

“Please, I want-” Lily shoots him a look over her shoulder when he pulls away. “I need you Lily, please let me be inside of you. I need you so bad!”

Lily chuckled. “Silly boy, did you think that was enough? You’re going to have to do better than that; then, maybe then, I'll consider it.” She lowers her hips again, forcing James to continue pleasuring her with his mouth: yet this time she didn’t bother balancing her weight forward on her elbows, letting all of it fall on the man beneath her. James struggled to breathe under the pressure. Lily was amused to watch his cock twitch at that.

James never backs down from a challenge. Even when the challenge is begging for an orgasm. He gasped into her wetness, desperate to prove that he’s worthy of the pleasure she can give him.He licks and sucks at her clit feverishly, never once slowing his fingers down; soon enough he was able to add in a third digit alongside the other two. Lily’s hips jumped up for a moment in surprise and pleasure, the much needed oxygen was almost as delicious as the taste of her arousal and sound of Lily’s voice.

“Please Lily!” He placed a kiss on her ass cheek. “Please, I just want to feel you around me.” He kisses her again, this time the other cheek. “I want to make you feel so good,” he whimpered before moving to place another against her left thigh, loving and chaste. “I’ll do anything for you Lily, please just use me! I need you.” He kisses her right thigh last.

Lily grinned looking over her shoulder. “You want to fuck me that bad baby? You’re that desperate for me? So desperate you'd do anything to be inside me?”

“Yes Lily,” James says breathlessly in submission and she gently pushes off, kneeling beside him while he lays flat on his back. Finally, she pushes his trousers down completely before discarding them on the floor. He gasped when Lily spit in her hand and grasped him tightly and began stroking. Her eyes never left his as their warm skin met. He was warm where Lily touched him, but shivered at the sensation of the cool air meeting his exposed damp skin. In stark contrast with where he was exposed to the harsh cool air. She hovered over him for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, gliding her palm over his tip on each pass.

James moaned uncontrollably and didn’t make a single move to hide it. Lily’s barely touched him and she’s already making him feel so good; he’d scream it from the rooftops if given the opportunity. His excitement for what to come is the only thing preventing his eager hips from testing Lily’s patience.

What James didn’t notice was Lily shuffling to remove her panties, that is until she stuffed the sopping fabric in his mouth, already soaked through with her arousal and his saliva. He moaned as she teased him, each stroke slow and deliberate, though the sound was muffled; he reveled in her musk still lingering on his skin and on his tongue. She took the opportunity to release his hardness and swing her leg over and place herself squarely on his hips. James’ eyes widened when their sexes brushed together with sizzling electricity; The anticipation had his chest heaving and the makeshift gagstill in his mouth only heightening his sensations, yet he was still surprised when Lily slammed her hips down onto him hard. She speared his length inside of her roughly. She was more than wet enough with her own arousal combined with James' spit, and he had worked her open plenty; however even with preparation it was still a shock to her system. The throbbing pulse of his member filling her up so completely, so suddenly, had her eyes rolling back and her toes curling in pleasure. Every hair stood on end but it only made her want more, her cunt clenching around him greedily.

James would be embarrassed to know if anyone else heard the debauched sound that was wrenched from his throat at the action. Lily basked in knowing she was the cause. She drank in the and control. “You’re such a good little slut for me baby. Waiting so long to be inside of me. You beg so sweetly for me.” She spoke, rolling her hips with a low groan.

James was tense beneath her, every muscle clenched tight in anticipation. “But you see, I can’t just let you get away with groping me like that. So here’s the deal.” She never stopped moving as she spoke. James found it hard to focus. “Now pay attention, I won't repeat myself. I’m going to fuck you just like how you wanted, but i get to do it my way. Does that sound good to you, Jamie boy?” James could hear the grin in her voice even if he couldn’t see it.

She phrased it like a question, as though he had a choice in the matter, but James knew better. There will be consequences, should he disagree and the gag isn’t the only telltale sign of this. Lily knew that James would jump her the moment he saw that lingerie set on her, especially after a big game. He was always particularly needy off the pitch. However spontaneous the timing might be, this was planned. James was vibrating in excitement at the thought of what he had gotten himself into.

Lily’s pale freckled skin glowed in contrast with her fiery hair and deep burgundy lingerie set; only the panties had been removed, everything else remained. James nodded frantically in response, longing for her to move, for her to allow him to reach up and coax her breasts out of the thin lace cups of the bra she wore just for him. . His verbal agreement is rendered useless with panties shoved in his mouth.

Lily knew his answer, but she let him writhe and begged for just a small while longer anyway. She so enjoyed watching the drool leak out of the corner of his mouth in his desperation as she continued rotating her hips in slow torturous circles. Finally, she decided enough was enough and spoke again. “Good boy, Potter.” She smiled a sultry grin, knowing James can't resist. “It’s almost like you were made for this.” She lifts up her hips and slams them down roughly, her hips pressed tightly against his before setting a rhythm. “Mmhm, just like that. Made to be used by me,” she says in a whisper.

James hips cant upwards, thrusting in time with her as he moans through her panties. In his desperate frenzy James’ chest heaved and the soaked fabric in his mouth had quickly become a hindrance to his breathing. It sends a jolt down his spine to know that Lily can control even that.

His hands gripped the sheets tightly; She was so warm, pulsing slightly and squeezing him like a vice. Each thrust was devastating, now that he was finally inside her. He’d waited for so long that the pleasure was more than he could handle. She was so wet that it had begun to drip down his skin and onto his bedsheets, making everything they did feel all the more dirty.

Lily was feeling every motion tenfold. She hissed each time she dropped her hips to press his tip up against that delicious spot she couldn't reach on her own. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and moved the delicate lace cup of her bra aside to free the sensitive skin beneath, exposing it to the cool air. She threw her head back in pleasure as she pulled and pinched at the sensitive skin there with one hand. The other hand was placed firmly on James’ hip, nails digging into the tan skin beneath her fingers. Her mouth formed a neat ‘O’ and James wished he could taste the moans spilling out.

James couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful woman in front of him. He longed to grab at the straps connecting the pieces to the dirty garment she wore. The pleasure was so overwhelming it was difficult to fight the desire to take control, though it is definitely cut down by the fear and reverence he feels for woman bouncing atop his thighs. He strived to give her that intense feeling, and when he found the spot that made her hips stutter he had no problem aiming there over, and over, and over again. His hands found their way to her hips, leaving angry red marks alongside her stretchmarks. They were both moaning at every collision.

Lily cums around his hard member, stuttering and moaning loudly, her arousal coating their skin. They groaned in unison when she buried James to the hilt and rode out her bliss with his hardness pressed deep inside her, grinding her clit against the coarse hairs at his base. She spasms around him while teasing. “Are you getting close, baby? You wanna beg for it now?” Never once does she stop her slow movements, savoring the delicious friction.

She finally allows James to chase his own release, pounding into her with purpose. She grins and leans down, gripping the fabric of the panties in his mouth before pulling them out slowly and dropping it unceremoniously onto the mattress. She lowers her lips to his skin and starts leaving open mouthed kisses and teasing bites, tongue laving over every available space there.

“Please I’m so close, I want it so bad. You feel so good coming around me like that, please.” His words are breathless and broken up by his thrusts and moans. He’s pounding into her at this point and it’s utter bliss. “Please let me cum”

Lily takes hold of his hands, prying them away from his hips, and speaks as they squeeze each other tight. “Cum for me.” It only takes a few more thrusts before he breaks and Lily’s pulling off, he releases all over her wet cunt, creating a slick mess between the two.

James’ legs are shaking with after shocks, moaning in despair when he lays eyes on their combined arousal pooling on their already sweat slicked skin. and sees that not one bit of his seed made it inside. His chest heaves, but Lily doesn’t let him relax for even a moment. James wants to protest with whines of don't waste it only for his thoughts to be cut off by his own choked out gasp. She’s using the cum left there as lube to coax him back to hardness; knowing that all of this is because of her, that she made him cum so much, has her dripping. James whimpers at the sensation, his hips twitching and his eyes screwed shut, but he never once moved to overpower Lily physically. “Please , baby, gimme a second-” He speaks breathlessly, “I can't, it's too much.”

Lily isn’t that easily convinced and she certainly wasn’t done playing with him just yet. “Poor baby, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” She glides her hand over his tip as she stroked him gently, causing him to twitch in her hands before speaking again. “You wanted to cum.” she said the dirty words so sweetly one would never know that she’s just ridden his dick within an inch of his life. “You were so good staying still for me and waiting until I gave you permission. Now you have to continue being a good boy and give me another okay?”

Those words went straight to his dick, now fully hard in Lily’s palm. He couldn’t think about anything but how good Lily was capable of making him feel, let alone the consequences of his agreement. . “Yes, I'll be a good boy,” he whimpered in fear of disappointing her. “Please let me be a good boy for you, don’t wanna be bad.”

“Oh yes, you’re so good for me, cumming all over yourself,” she gives voice to his thoughts when she says. ”Can’t let all of that go to waste, can we?” She’s jerking what she can fit in her hand quickly already so she adds her other to the mix and James arches his back in response.

She twists and strokes the sensitive skin still slick with their juices, earning the most mouth watering moans and a string of rushed swears for her efforts. “Fuck, baby you feel so good, your hands-” He can’t decide what he want’s to look at more: Lily’s hands, manicured with gryffindor red and wrappred around his wet cock, slick with his cum, the angry throbing tip beeking through her fingers; or her thighs still spread over his and red with exertion.

In response Lily tightens her grip, moving her fingers over the amalgamation of their pleasure fast enough that James can’t do anything other than beg. It was a whiny string of: please, you make me feel so good Lily, and wanna cum over and over again. “Please baby, I'm a good boy, I promised! I’m being so good for you, wanna give you my cum. Won’t let it go to waste this time I promise.” His voice cracks with every stroke, and Lily breaks. There’s just something about having James Potter below her babbling nonsensically.

“You’re a very good boy, Jamie. Go on, cum for me.” Lily smiles and spits on the tip, sending him over the edge. James hips jerk but she holds her hand steady as he rides out his release. They stay there for a moment, breathing heavily, before she untangles her legs from his and settles on her knees between his legs. Her pretty little ass was on display above her head, which was low, tongue out teasing his balls and tasting the mixture of their arousal. When ropes of cum escape his throbbing cock a bet lands on Lily's face; she grins this cocky grin that’s more fitting of James’ personality than herself, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Getting everywhere Jamie, come here and clean up a bit.” She said through her smile, her hands slowing to a stop on his rapidly softening cock.

James wastes no time in following orders while Lily rises, herself. They’re nose to nose, just inches apart when Lily speaks again. “Go on. Clean. Up.” Her words leave no room for argument, and James realises what she means just then. He’s eager to lick up the cum that landed on Lily’s face, and when she holds up her fingers expecting him to clean them too he takes them in his mouth with a content hum.

Lily grinds against the sheets at the sight of James slurping his own cum off of her fingers like it’s his last meal, bobbing his head as though it were a cock in his mouth. She pushes a little further, testing his gag reflex and is pleased at the choked groan he releases. She toys with him while imagining him on his knees with a throat full of silicone. When he’s finally erased any trace of arousal from her skin he pulls off breathlessly. Lily doesn’t say anything, but crawls back down his body instead to continue licking up the drying cum from between his legs herself.

She starts with his pelvis, the space right above his now soft cock, licking long stripes with her tongue pressed flat against the sensitive skin there. She moans at the taste on occasion and it makes James resolve falter when the vibrations resonate through his every bone. He’s still sitting mostly upright, but had fallen back to lean on shaky arms. His eyes are completely fixed on Lily’s fiery red hair and freckled face between his legs. Her green eyes are wide and dark when their gaze meets. His arms buckle under his weight and he’s barely able to catch himself on his elbows when her tongue finally licks the smooth expanse of his skin completely clean and moves onto his dick. His eyes went glassy and wet as they moaned in unison and Lily finally spoke again.

“You taste so sweet Jamie, I love it when you cry out for me.” Her voice vibrates along his skin and he struggles not to roll his hips upwards into her touch. She leaves wet open mouthed kisses, sucking on the sensitive skin around his now growing hardness, “You look so good like this.” He only has so much willpower and seeing Lily kneeling there before him, lips swollen and wet inches from his cock; he can’t help but cant his hips forward and rub against her just a little bit.

She allows it and James creates a tentative rhythm, rutting against her wet skin as she drools all over his now fully hard cock. It’s fast and desperate, and Lily's having difficulty keeping him under control. When it comes to the mind game of it all, Lily has the upper hand, but physically is a completely different story. His hands have tangled in his hair when he catches against her skin painfully and earns himself a hard slap on his hip, the sharp pain only adding to his pleasure.

Lily moves forward to pin his legs down on the bed with hers and reaches up to squeeze his cheeks roughly. “Calm down Jamie boy, don’t get ahead of yourself.” She spits into the opening but half misses, covering the lower corner of his face in her saliva. She leans forward and kisses him sloppily, sucking on his tongue and savoring the mix of their juices. Their teeth gnash together and they swallow each other’s pained moans with eager desperation. James flinches when Lily pulls away suddenly to spit harshly in his mouth again before whispering in his ear. “You remember your safeword, right baby,” she says, low and soft, “What is it?”

James whimpers, “Quaffle.”

Lily smiled against his tan skin and he could feel the breathy chuckle she let out against him, damp with sweat. “Good boy.” she drew out the first syllable with a praising lilt in her voice.

When she moves back down to give his eager heat some attention James is practically shaking with anticipation. He hisses when she grips him tightly but wasn’t prepared for what he felt when she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked. The pleasure was electric, pain prickling his nerves as he trembled under her touch. “So messy for me.” It’s almost hell not being able to move, but it only made the act so much better; allowing her to use him as she pleases. .

His only saving grace was his hands. He was free to move his hands wherever he pleased, so long as he was gentle enough; he didn't hesitate to take advantage of this, touching every bit of available skin but inevitably landing in the long red hair that he spent so much time staring at instead of paying attention in class. His fingers tangled at the roots, unable to decide if he would push her down or pull her off, if he could. “Please stop, it’s too much-” there was no force behind it, the protest made entirely in vain. It was a last ditch effort. James had completely submitted to her now.

Lily only hums in response and strokes her hand over what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She swirled her tongue in rhythm with each pull, sure to keep one hand firmly planted on James’ hips should he get restless again; a silent threat of what will happen should he move. The conflicting sensation is torturous and he defects his energy towards yanking harmlessly (for now) at Lily's hair. Her moans vibrate on his cock and the vicious cycle continues.

She sinks further down on his member and everything is so agonizingly slow yet so intense all at once. He’s writhing with overstimulation and she’s barely even made it half way down his full length. She bobs her head quickly but she’s clever with her rhythm; anything that isn’t in her mouth is taken care of by her hand. She never lets him wrench free of the carefully crafted control she had over his release.

James moans loudly when he feels her fingers leave his member to the harsh cold air and grope his balls instead. He couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards, Lily's hand unable to prevent it; she took his whole length in one go. James’ grip on her got tighter when her nails dug into his skin once again and she gagged, sputtering around his cock. Her face was flushed and her eyes teared at the sensation but the look she sent him was nothing short of scathing.

To James’ surprise, she doesn’t pull off; not for an even second. She removes her hand from where it had been gripping his balls and places it on his hip once again, holding him down with all of her strength before bobbing up and down on his length rapidly. He could feel her clench when his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, but he could see it in her eyes. If this is what you wanted, this is what you’ll get.

She doesn’t stop, taking into her throat at an unforgiving pace before pulling off mostly and tracing patterns on the tip with her tongue, moaning at the taste of precum in her mouth while still giving herself time to breathe. It’s rough and sloppy, and there’s spit coating everything now. Only when he’s twitching and moaning uncontrollably beneath her, does Lily pull off or long enough to speak. “I bet you want to cum now,” she says with a dark chuckle, “That’s okay I won't make you beg for it like before. Go on sweetheart, cum for me.”

She wastes no time in leaning down, taking him into her throat again and sucking him harshly. She sets a rough pace, and just from looking at him she can tell that he can’t resist; he’s coming undone. She swallows rapidly while he screams, cumming down her throat for a third time this evening, feeling her throat convulse around his length.

Lily finally pulls off of him only when he’d grown completely soft despite the overstimulation to kiss him deeply. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other and swallowing their desperate noises with eagerness. They were so close; skin, pressed together tightly, heat bursting everywhere they touched as Lily’s fingered grazed over him. Later, James would marvel at the thin red lines her nails leave behind.

She pulls away to lick as his salty skin, pressing gentle open mouthed kisses to his jaw, neck, shoulders, even that special spot on his collar bone that makes him moan so pretty. All the while she offers little praises that make James’ already labored breathing hitch. “You did so good for me, you taste so good cumming down my throat,” she’d coo, as if she were talking to a child.

James’ voice is weak when he replies in almost a whisper. “Love your mouth so much baby, it feels so good.”

James could feel her smile against the skin on his chest. “I’m so glad you like it because I need one more. One more and then you’re done baby, I know you can do that for me.” She turned her attention to leaving a deep purple bruise just below where his collar would lay before speaking again. “You did such a good job winning the game, it made me want you so bad. I’m not finished yet.”

James whimpers at the thought of more, his sensitive tip knocking against her thighs in their idle motions, the wetness there smearing across space where their skin meets.

“Now are you going to behave and let me use you how I like? It’s my turn to feel good.” This time she purposefully grinds her wet heat against his length that had been growing hard again between her legs. Lily can’t help but groan when the tip catches against her clit just right.

“Yes,” James says, but it’s more a moan than a word; he’s breathless. “Yes, anything for you, baby-”

His thought is cut off when Lily whirls around to face the opposite direction, her back to him now while her view is limited to the bedroom door. She looked over her shoulder when she grabbed his cock, and his eyes snapped to where their hips join, watching her sink down on his length. James moans wantonly, attention glued to where Lily ground down on him in torturous circles, chasing her own pleasure in his pain.

She rolls her hips in a smooth rhythm, lifting up just enough to hit that sweet spot inside that makes her feel so good each and every time. Her cunt is clenching and fluttering around him so beautifully that James is reduced to a broken mess beneath her, each drag against her gummy walls is bliss. His hips thrust upward to meet the bounce of her ass, gripping the flesh in his big calloused hands; He was completely in time with her every motion, each of her falls is met with his rise. Every time she grinds against him in this particular way it presses his length so deep inside her that his tip nestles right up against Lily’s cervix and he can’t help but imagine pumping her full of cum just like this, mourning his wasted seed. .

Lily’s head was thrown back and her eyes were screwed shut in pleasure as she and James came together in a viscous collision of bodies, the combined force of their thrusts forcing her to brace herself against the bed in front of her. At first, she doesn’t notice the door open, and the flood of noise enters the room as the sound barrier is broken and the party commotion makes its way upstairs, before cutting itself off once again with a quiet whoosh.

“Fuck yes, you feel so good when you’re broken for me like his. I bet this hurts doesn’t it?” Her voice cracks as she rides him with determination, “Keep going baby, I'm so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

When she opens her eyes she is met with the sight of none other than Sirius Black leaning against the doorframe, the audience she had been unaware of; he was still in his party clothes, though decidedly more disheveled. His hair had come undone slightly and his wand that was stuck through it neatly before had fallen crooked, dark curls framed his alcohol flushed face. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, causing James’ hips to stutter at the familiar voice. Lily’s eyes widen when he meets her gaze, eyes full of lust, and saunters towards his and Remus’ shared bed beside them. The fourth in the room lying unused in neglect since sometime around the beginning of 6th year.

His eyes never once left James and Lily’s joined bodies as he continued speaking; Nonchalant he said,“You should let us join you some time.”

The weight of his implication settled on Lily; she only felt arousal at the idea, and didn’t hold back her responding moans. James gasps and flinches beneath where Lily is still moving over his cock, bouncing eagerly yet again, when he sees his best friend standing next to him with that cocky smirk on his face. Now that he had a face to put together with the voice, his reaction was unmistakeable. His pace that was firmly in check before became erratic with overstimulation and arousal and all of the things that James was feeling right then that was too much for him.

Lily chuckles darkly “Looks like Jamie boy likes that idea. Maybe another time-” She punctuated her sentence with a broken off gasp at James eager thrusts. She barely noticed Sirius retrieving Remus’ cigarette case from their night stand (his assumed original task) because she was too busy thinking about the growing bulge she spotted in the long haired boy's wildly fashionable trousers. “Fuck i want you to cum with me Jamie, such a slut getting off on Sirius watching you like this.”

James cums in time with the click of the door as Sirius walks out and the moment Lily felt his gooey release inside her she was gone as well, one hand reaching down to give her clit some much needed attention before her legs begin shaking with pleasure and their thrusts finally slow down.

They ride out their orgasm together. When Lily finally pulls off of him she does it slowly, the both of them hissing at the painful friction. They had rubbed themselves raw in their passionate frenzy, but neither of them would be caught dead saying it wasn’t worth it. They bask in their shared soreness knowing it will only be a reminder of tonight. Warm liquid gushes out of her and drips onto James’ skin; he moans at the sight.

It only takes Lily a second to lift herself off of him completely and press a kiss to his swollen lips, this time it’s soft and sweet; nothing like those they had shared before in the heat of the moment: all clashing teeth and tongues. She hums pleased into James’ mouth and gets out a contented sigh. “You did so good for me baby,” Lily says, the words coming out almost a whisper.

She smiles against his lips and murmurs scourgify, the wandless magic coming easy to her and taking away all the excess grime. Then she sits up gently, careful not to jostle James too much. “Let me go and get us a wet towel, then we can relax. You stay here,” she says lovingly with a peck to his forehead before moving from her position kneeling at his side to run to the attached bathroom. James isn’t ashamed to admit that he took a moment to appreciate the way the lingerie contours her body.

When she returns to clean them up properly they go about getting ready to end their night. James rises from the bed to throw on some boxers and hands Lily the glass he keeps on his bedside table for occasions such as this. She fills it up with a quick aguamenti charm and their fingers brush when she hands it back. “That lingerie is stunning by the way. Absolutely irresistible,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. “I can’t believe Padfoot saw you in it.

On one hand, James was well aware of his inexplicable attraction to his own best friend. In his defense, it’s totally fair. Everyone who’s ever met Sirius Black has developed a crush on him at least once. There was just something about his striking features and rebellious attitude that no one could resist. It was different knowing that very well might have a real, tangible, physical impact on his relationship not only with Lily and Sirius, but with Remus as well. It was so hot when he walked in, standing there all nonchalant but James could see the desire in his eyes. It was one thing knowing that he was attracted to Sirius but it was a whole other ball game knowing that Sirius returned the sentiment. Just thinking about the fact that he had seen Lily in that lingerie set has him groaning internally. It was overwhelming, to say the least. He chose not to give attention to his more lew thoughts.

He rubs at his goosebumps while Lily giggles at his reaction. “Only some of it. This piece met an unfortunate fate tonight,” Lily says, holding up the offending piece of fabric they had left on the bed earlier, before relocating it to the boy’s shared laundry bin in the corner of the room. She couldn’t help but grin at the memories of what those panties had been through not so long ago before tugging at the garter belt irritating her waist. “Toss me a shirt so I can take it off now? It’s not very comfortable and I've been wearing it since before the game started.”

James tosses her the shirt with a soft smile, but doesn’t look away while she gets to work untangling herself from the complicated outfit. Their aftercare routine is simple but effective. They both get the attention they need while basking in the afterglow. “You moaned so pretty for Sirius though, you liked it when he walked in.” Lily sounded almost thoughtful beneath the saccharine arousal in her voice. James wasn’t the only one shamelessly staring at their partner in this fucked out state.

James rolled his eyes playfully before getting in the bed and flipping the covers open with a flourish to allow her entry when Lily finally pulled the t-shirt over her head. “You know I liked it Evans,” he says, sighing with a sarcastic lilt to his voice that Lily wasn’t sure how to feel about.

She made sure to school her tone of voice into something somewhat neutral before making another comment. “I think it’s cute that you get off on your best friend seeing you like that; laid out under me trembling and moaning in pleasure.” She doesn’t have to look at him to see the barely restrained grin at her last word.

James laughs tiredly in response, “Can we talk about it later?”

One look at his droopy eyes and Lily said, “Of course, sweetheart,” and tucks herself into his chest before whispering, "anything for you,” and falling asleep.

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