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#needthat

"Briefcase? What briefcase?"

"I couldn't give two fucks 'bout the briefcase while you're here saddling me like this, love "

. . .TANGERINE SMUT

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·˚ ༘ sum. You were tasked with retrieving a crucial briefcase alongside your trusted ally on a Japanese bullet train. You’ve been warned about an enemy duo who may also be boarded, rumored to be as inseparable as you two. Though you thought you’d never met these "twins" before, keeping the briefcase safe seems daunting—until you encounter a surprisingly familiar face, and although you should be, you're not too unhappy about it.

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content. f!reader, airam!mission-partner, buildup, enemies to lovers, star-crossed lovers, unprotected sex, plot w/ porn, slight angst, cussing obv, weapons mentioned/slightly used, public sex all that good stuff

“it’s not—“ Airam cuts himself off, glances around, then leans in, lowering his voice.

“—It’s not stupid if we blow our cover around the very people we’re supposed to stay hidden from.” He throws you a serious look, his eyes wide. You just raise your eyebrows and give him a blank stare.

You both settle into a booth as the train fills with passengers. Airam seems as though he's going to speak again to break the silence, but you cut him off. “Listen, Airam—” But he shushes you loudly, looking tense and terrified. “CODE NAMES!” he hisses, practically spitting.

He glances around cautiously, then exhales in frustration, finally relaxing. You shoot him a glare, momentarily stunned, but continue. “As I was saying—who knows if they've ever even heard of our names.” You scoff, but Airam isn’t amused. You shrug. He’s always either all business or cracking offbeat, inconsiderate jokes. Working with him is a constant whiplash between extremes.

Observing his demeanor, you anticipate a more serious reaction given the way he's dropped his smug look, leaned closer, and suddenly fixed you with a sharp glare. His full lips hardly part as he begins to speak.

“If the twins are here as warned, then that means serious business.” Airam makes a fair point in such a short sentence, and you just sigh. It’s all you can do. However, as much as he was right about everything, you couldn’t bear to take the code names he had in mind seriously.

You give him a stern look, observing him add on to his last statement by mouthing the words "The White Death”.

Airam was attempting to make your official code names on the job—which could result in death—pet names. For this dangerous line of work. What a lad.

You groan and turn your head away, covering your face with your palm. He was useless, constantly goofing off—even in serious times.

Though, you imagine that's what makes each job a little more manageable to carry out whilst you were working with him. You held deep love for his never ending silly side. It secured your inner child.

“Fine—I’ll be sugar, you be spice.” he decides, interrupting your thoughts.

You blink. “Why spice?”

“What about you is sugar?” he teases, clearly implying something.

“What about YOU is?!”

“Just a quick taste, babe, and you’ll know,” he quips with a playful grin that’s more suggestive than he intends.

Nevertheless, you knew Airam lends no real suggestions out of his jokes— which makes you truly appreciate the friendship you two possess.

You simply sigh, failing to control the slight smile that appears on your face, per usual.

“All right, I’m done fighting this. From now on, to everybody and anybody, I go by sugar and you go by spice.” Just as soon as Airams face drops and he opens his mouth to protest, you speak up. “Case closed!”

You instantly get up and softly slam the table with both your hands to end that there, sliding out of the booth. “Well, I’m out of here on a hunt. You stay.”

You walk away, leaving Airam—or Spice—behind. Even though you typically lead the missions, his contribution is invaluable, and you both make a great team.

Now, it's time to get to work.

Using this time, you go through plenty of cars and their luggage, searching for a particular briefcase with a very particular sticker that Airam mentioned before boarding.

You recall the man you saw in one of the baggage compartments; he appeared to be looking for something as well. He was a man with golden ear piercings and silver, kinky hair. He seemed distressed.

You eventually end up at that very compartment, and as you approach near him, you attempt a kind persona.

Not expecting it— he speaks up, and you're struck from his accent. “Pardon me, young lady.”

After a polite tone, he sighs, moving aside to give you access to what he assumes is you looking for your luggage. His tone, though kind, carries an underlying annoyance.

You pause shortly before you realize what he imagines you to be doing. You quickly offer a sweet smile before turning to the luggage, bypassing the dull suitcases. You grab the first colorful one you see—no special briefcases in sight.

It’s more of a smaller suitcase, painting a glossy baby pink. A keychain lay around the zipper of what looks like to be a small Thomas The Tank Engine, but instead of blue it’s the same shade as your luggage… Except horribly painted over.

Noticing the man's visible disgust, you try to mask your surprise and keep a generous smile. Though, he's not paying you any attention. He seems more distressed by the keychain.

Concern grows in your chest, positive your expression isn’t hiding the fact. What’s his deal?

“Um, sir?” you break the silence. His eyes dart back to you, and his reaction is ambiguous—either a loss or gain of respect.

“My apologies, miss. Um, dare I ask?” He requests, but doesn’t continue his sentence. You give him a curious look, then notice that he is pointing to the keychain.

You chuckle awkwardly and turn back to him. "My younger sister," you muster up quickly. He simply nods, understanding. “Ah,” he replies thoughtfully.

Your mind races--recalling the warning about one of the twins, so you force a giggle to stay off his potential radar.

“Remember, guard up if you come across a man who's even the slightest invested in Thomas The Tank Engine.“

Fuck, how fucking weird. I thought he was joking what the hell?

--“Yeah, you know how siblings are.” You shrug with a bright smile.

"Sure do." He chuckles nostalgically.

This all makes you wonder if he might actually be one of the twins, merely assisting to check every box that you knew existed. Or are you trippin?

"Well, mister, hopefully you find what you're looking for." You seem a little nervous if you spoke too much, but you still smile and go.

You don't need to work for a dangerous boss or be in a dangerous profession to know he was unsuccessfully searching for something important. His stress levels were so high, you could feel the tension from literally cars away.

Moving on, you've left the last luggage in an empty booth on one of the final cars to keep out the way. You let out a sigh as you consider the man you've met, who may be one of the 'twins' under The White Death. Since he looked to be alone when you first met, you tell yourself to take extra precautions in finding anyone who may resemble him.

As you walk out and continue searching through numerous more cars and luggage, you’re probably on one of the very ends of the train before thinking you’ve spot it.

You finally breathe a sigh of relief when you see the train sticker on a briefcase handle.

In order to avoid drawing any more unwanted attention, you quickly grab the luggage and cover it with your sweatshirt before wasting no time to exit the space.

The briefcase looked tossed aside, not placed neatly for your arrival. You brace yourself, knowing people will soon be searching for what's now in your hands.

Fuck, am I cut out for this? these jobs do nothing for me but bring anxiety.

You head in the opposite direction, brushing off your doubts to find a quieter car. Feeling safer for vulnerability, you sit in an empty booth and pull out your trap to text Airam.

‘Secured. Omw.’

You glance at the message after sending it, then slip your phone back into your pocket and stride away. You consider mentioning that the twins might be on board but decide to wait and share that detail when you’re back with him.

You’ve now walked out the door into a new car, one with only about 3 people inside, total.

At the back of the car, a couple dozes off on each other, and you quickly dismiss them. Ahead, a lone figure sits too far away to identify, seemingly on his phone. You still decide to proceed cautiously.

You shift the briefcase to your other hand, away from the man nearby. As he comes into view, your heart sinks. Flashbacks hit you hard in the face—his sabotage of your last mission and the undeniable tension you shared. He’s dressed in a suit, looking as impeccably sharp as he did the last time you saw him.

With no time to plan, his gaze locks onto yours as you pass. A strange and unsettling look in his eyes make you feel as if time has frozen. You stop dead in your tracks as you feel a firm grip around your wrist.

“Well well, what’s that we got there, love?”

You swallow hard as he wastes no time to speak up, fighting to hide the flutter of unease in your chest. His accent and the way his words roll off his tongue make your breath catch, his grip on your wrist intensifying the effect.

You hum softly, lowering your gaze to meet his. In your peripheral vision, his free hand slips from his pocket and rests on his lap, but you keep your focus locked on his eyes.

His voice carries a rough, almost lustful rasp. It reminds you of the first time you heard him—except it was distant, dangerous. You remember the man who nearly got you killed by sabotaging your last mission. The brief moments you shared stirred an unsettling mix of attraction and anger—a potent combination that's only intensified with him now, closer than you two have ever been.

Your eyes lock onto the movement that caught your attention before—his free hand resting on a thick black pistol on his leg. Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, yanking you closer as he reaches for the briefcase. Time shifts from slow motion to a blur of rapid action, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Snapping out of your daze, you instinctively swing the unexpectedly heavy briefcase, smashing it into his face. His head snaps back, slamming into the wall. Blood trickles from cuts on his eyebrow, cheekbone, and nose as he groans in pain. You quickly back away, gripping the blood-smeared briefcase, frozen in shock at his sudden stillness and lack of retaliation.

"Aw- fuck, little lady!" He lets out a frustrated cry, dropping the gun to wipe the blood from his face. You straighten up, letting out a playful whine as you catch your breath.

Because of the slight strength in your hit, you approach him and reply in your whine breathlessly, “Made me rough up that pretty face of yours…” But before you can continue, he grabs you and shoves you into the booth seat, forcing the briefcase back.

You fight back, but he quickly overpowers you. Without a word, he tosses the briefcase aside and locks you with a menacing glare. Reclaiming his gun, he steps closer, towering over you as he presses the barrel under your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His arm rests near where you're pinned, his face just inches from yours.

He loomed over you with a commanding presence, clearly feeling he held all the power. And he did, though he didn't realize you were letting him. You weren't sure why you were either.

While having a gun pointed at you is never enjoyable, he doesn’t know you’ve never truly feared him. The intense sexual attraction between you makes it hard not to like, even a little bit, the position he has you in right now. Even if you’re supposed to be enemies.

Given the nature of your jobs, you’re forced to be rivals, clashing daily. Although you’ve only seen him once or twice before, this is the most you’ve interacted. Despite being at odds because of your bosses, his past glances and the knowledge that he’s forbidden fruit only make him that much more desirable.

“You wouldn’t want me putting a bullet through that pretty little face of yours, would you now?” He threatens, yet it’s soft. Softer than how you’ve once heard him threaten folks before.

A quiet moment passes, and he loosens the pressure from the gun, beginning to slide it across your cheek slowly, using his eyes to go over every feature on your face; admiring you, seemingly.

You have to let a startled giggle out as you look him in the eyes, a little afraid as much as you are shocked. You're upset towards how easily he's handling you right now, though honestly, its like you couldn't make out if you liked this position either. So you didn't know if you were gonna try and get out of it.

Yet when you thought about it, you couldn't be so convinced he'd actually kill you.

He takes a deep breath, his gaze lingering on your features as he gently slides the gun across your face. “I was wonderin' when I’d see this face again,” he mutters, his voice low and velvety, laced with a dangerous charm.

At this distance--after those words--you could care less about the damn suitcase.

--briefcase.

You bite your bottom lip, feeling your thighs tense. Despite the situation, you're not as scared as you probably should be. The slightest smirk even creeps onto your face.

Within the little times you’ve seen him before, you knew he would never kill you. Even though you were in the position of enemies, the way he eye fucked you on those, like, two jobs against each other, you can tell the only thing he wanted to shoot into you was not using the gun that’s to your face right now. Especially considering the position he has you in now, you couldn't be so sure it was delusions.

He hums. “Cat got your tongue? Think everything’s all sweet, do ya?” His tone drips with sarcasm, still curiously soft. You almost didn’t realize you were basically grinning out your mind right now.

“Well, my name is Sugar.” You respond with a sharp wit, a knowing smile playing on your lips. Regarding his soft words, practically admitting he missed your face, it’s as if you’re oblivious to the gun pressed against your flesh right now.

You catch a brief moment of softness in his eyes before it hardens, as if he’s reminded of his purpose.

“Well, Sugar—“ he gives a sly glance at your lips before meeting your eyes again. “You oughtta give me no trouble ‘n allow me this briefcase for as long as I spare ya life, innit?” His free hand comes up, casually brushing a stray hair from your face.

But as he speaks, you take him in: his hair is tousled and softly slicked back, slightly gelled, and his clothes are streaked with the smallest amount of blood.. He still looks clean and neat anyhow. His face shows signs of a recent scuffle, with marks and blood from your encounter.

Well. It doesn’t take a genius to find out there’s most likely more people here after this case.

Lost in thought, you momentarily zone out on his appearance, causing him to tilt his head and raise an eyebrow. His curious expression deepens as he takes in every detail of you.

Despite the threat he’s just issued, you’ve managed to drift off, seemingly indifferent to his face.

“Haven’t got all day, sweetheart,” he says, voice flat with impatience as he presses the gun harder into your cheek as if reminding you its there, hard enough to leave a mark. Strangely, part of you doesn’t mind.

Still, you wince slightly, furrowing your brows at the pressure.

You gently place your hand over his, your fingers grazing his roughened knuckles, likely bruised from earlier. Closing your eyes for a moment, you look up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. You maintain a dangerously charged eye contact, and the way he was looking down at you with that threatening glare made you pulse where you foolishly wish you could have him right now.

Biting your lip, you alternate your gaze between his eyes and his lips. As soon as he notices your focus on his lips, he appeared to have let go a little as his hold on the gun relaxed. Now, the tension in the air could not go ignored at all. There were many silent moments, but none felt awkward. Just heavily sex drived.

“You’re not getting off that easily, handsome,” you purr, referring to his last threat. You focused intently on his lips as you spoke, but after a brief silence, you glance up into his eyes and notice his raised eyebrows—he seems captivated by your lips, avoiding direct eye contact.

“You’re practically beggin' to be dealt with, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into a deeper, more seductive tone—or maybe that's just how you hear his threats now. His eyes linger on your lips before locking onto yours again.

With a playful grin, you gnaw on your bottom lip and lean in closer, your chests pressing together. You glide your hand from his stomach up to his chest, then push him back onto the booth chairs in front of you.

To your surprise, he lets you do this, keeping the gun in hand but not making any immediate moves. You almost wish he would.

“You’ve done nothing but sabotage me,” you murmur, your voice carrying a threatening edge. Yet your gaze remains hungrily fixed on his lips.

The way he sits with his legs spread, his back not fully against the wall, and his deep breaths almost make you lose your balance. His slick hair and that thick mustache above his lips—lips you desperately want to claim—are almost too much to handle. He takes in every curve of your body, the way your clothes hug your hips and bust. You can almost imagine him tearing those clothes off right here, right now. Even under given circumstances.

The slightly unbuttoned undershirt beneath his vest revealed a necklace that was unmistakably his, glinting alluringly against his chiseled chest. His undershirt, rolled up on his arms, showcased his unbelievable arms. The sight of those well-defined arms was almost enough to drive you wild. And that--those arms--is probably what turned you on the most right now.

You finally lock eyes with him, your gaze steely and menacing. You remind yourself of who you're facing.

“You nearly got me killed by my boss without ever speaking to me face-to-face, and now you’re here for MY briefcase.” You take a few deliberate steps closer, casting a shadow over him. His gun rests on his lap, his finger lingering near the trigger but not aimed at you. He watches you with a look that suggests he’s more intrigued than threatened, as if you’re trying to put on a show.

The silence stretches, and you find your gaze drifting down to him. The heat of desire replaces your earlier anger, leaving you unexpectedly calm and intrigued. You take a deep breath before continuing.

“There’s hardly anyone else in this car…” you begin slowly, letting the weight of your words linger. Leaning in close, you murmur against his ear, your breath warm and teasing. “How do you plan to handle me?”

This seems to make his breath hitch in his throat, his posture stiffening as he repositions himself, crossing his arms. He tilts his head back slightly, prompting you to draw back just enough to meet his gaze fully.

“Bloody hell, you make my job fuckin hard to do..” he curses, exhaling heavily as he runs a hand through his hair. Turning to face you, he clearly struggles to keep his gaze from finding your lips again.

You keep your gaze locked on him as you slowly close the distance between you. Shifting closer, you step in until his right leg is between both of yours. He tilts his head slightly, sensing the proximity, but his eyes remain fixed on your lips, as if he's drawn to them irresistibly. His eyebrows subtly curve with a hint of desperation, though he keeps his expression carefully controlled.

“I make it hard?” You repeat his words slowly, lust peering through your tone, completely unable to go unnoticed. His eyes darken as soon as he realizes that you're dangerously staring at him, making him not have to wonder if he was just dreaming about the seduction in your words.

Slowly, you hover over his knee, lowering yourself to where your cunt nearly touches his leg. It doesn’t, but it’s close enough to where he undoubtedly could feel the heat from it just above him.

His gaze drops to where you're almost straddling him, then snaps back to meet yours. His hands lift in a fleeting gesture of hesitation, but he checks himself. You can’t help but wish he’d surrender and touch you as he pleases.

"From the moment I laid eyes on ya, I knew you were one for games." he murmurs in a voice so low you wonder if it was meant for you to hear at all, but given how close you are, you could have caught every breath he took.

You disregard the thought. Your voice is calm, but the weight of your words cuts through. "Do you know what could've happened to me that night?" you whisper, eyes scanning his every feature. From his sharp nose to his hidden lips.

Snapping out of his lusted trance, he jerks his eyes away from you, pressing his lips together and furrowing his brows in a hint of regret.

"But nothin' did," he says, his tone flat and expression neutral.

Surprised he's let you stay so close, you notice he doesn’t seem to mind the position. He didn’t seem the type to tolerate being looked down on, yet right now, his mind seemed elsewhere. You’re also surprised he hasn’t immediately jumped to defend himself or become rude.

"Almost did." You nod, but your words cause his head to turn your way, looking at you. He was so tall that even whilst laying back in a seat, he barely had to look up to meet your eyes.

"Well, I suppose you're not wonderin' what might've happened if I hadn't done what I did, eh? Could've gone a lot worse, love." he replies swiftly, surprising you. Your expression remains neutral.

“I would’ve completed my mission, wouldn’t I?” you retort.

"We’ve both got dangerous bosses to bloody kiss arse for, haven’t we? You should feel lucky you got out alive, darling. Not a word of thanks, though, eh? No credit for me, is that it?" He spits, his expression now reading agitated and tense. You instantly furrow your eyebrows, confused. You straighten your back so you're no longer hovering his knee, now having to slightly look more down on him.

"And why the hell should I thank you? Do you even understand what you’ve done?" You point at his chest, anger rising.

“Precisely, sweetheart; I saved your selfish bloody arse didn’t I?” He spat out once more, though his face looks less tense. He gives a knowing look with low eyes, as if you’re slow or something. The sarcasm dripping from his tone nearly fills the whole car.

You furrow your eyebrows dramatically, squinting your eyes and allowing your mouth to linger open before you speak, looking at him as if he's unbelievably stupid. “What?? If my partner hadn’t saved me from one of your men trying to kill me, I wouldn’t be here!?”

He shakes his head as you try to explain. “The fuck is wrong with you, are you dumb??” You squint your eyes, looking in pure disbelief at the density of this man.

"Well, you’re a fuckin’ right clever one, aren’tcha? Hate to break it to ya, but even if my boys hadn’t come for ya, your dickhole scumbag of a boss would’ve had you quick in a grave for failing that dumb fuckin’ mission, that’s right. You’d be stone cold if I didn’t foolishly step in!” You just stand there frozen in shock as he speaks with a tense, sassy shake of his head. As he talked, your shoulders began to fall, and your lips slightly parted. Your mouth starts to curve into the query 'what' again, but before you can utter the slightest sound, he speaks.

"Yeah- fuck, alright. Reckon I know people—put a word in, didn’t I? Stopped your fuckin' funeral from happenin’. Kept your boss from butcherin' you like he bloody well should’ve. And you’re still breathin’, thanks to me. That’s the simple weak difference between your boss and mine. If it were me, I’d've been cold and dead the second that mission swung in your pretty little favor." His accent flows easily off his mouth as he speaks quickly. All you can do is look.

Noticing you're just staring at him, he lets out a frustrated sigh and looks away. As you process the information, he shifts his tongue restlessly against the inside of his cheek.

"You saved my life, your saying?" You nearly choke on your words, unable to stop asking yourself the one thing on your mind: WHY.

He gives a subtle nod without looking your way.

With a soft sigh, you sink onto his leg, the sudden closeness making him turn his head toward you, his nose nearly brushing yours. The realization hits you—and he was right. You should’ve been dead, and that’s why you believe him.

"Now what the fuck did you do that for?" you ask softly, genuine concern in your voice. Your eyes lock on his lips again, and he notices, shifting his gaze to meet yours. For a moment, his response falters as he stares at your lips, hunger clear in his eyes.

"Waste of a pretty face if it got snuffed out just like 'at, innit?" He speaks soft, his gaze not leaving your lips for a lingering moment.

Your gaze shifts from his lips as you feel his hand lightly brush against your thigh. With a desperate, hungry look, he surveys your face, absorbing every detail as if it were the last thing he’d ever see.

"Why don't you make some use of it?" you breathe out boldly. His eyes snap to yours at your words, his lips parting slightly. The sight of him, smeared with slight blood, only makes him more enticing, heightening your craving for him. You want so much more.

His hand tightens on your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

"You don't know how long I've been wantin' to do that, love." he murmurs, his gun still clutched in one hand. He moves it to your other thigh, eyes darting between yours with raw desire. The coldness of the gun touching your ass sends shivers up your spine.

He grips your left thigh, lifting it onto his other leg so you're saddling him, and you slide up to get closer. The pressure and warmth of your pussy pressing against the bulge in his pants makes him exhale a quiet, shaky breath.

All your teasing instincts vanish in an instant at the slight sound coming from him. You harshly press your lips against his, wasting no time. You instinctively grip his neck, grinding your hips against his bulge while your hand tangles in his hair.

You hear a muffled "fuck" escape his lips just before he deepens the kiss. One hand cups your ass while the other slides up your waist. He thrusts his hips into you, his bulge growing harder beneath you. The pressure against your clit elicits a soft moan that escapes into his mouth.

He groans toward your soft moan, his hunger only intensifying. He drops his gun so both his hands can roughly grip your hips, forcing you to press harder against him. His tongue meets yours with desperate urgency, brushing over it like silk, making your panties dampen more than it already has been.

The way his tongue met yours was intense—wet, warm, and eager, just like you. He tasted of mint, though his natural sweetness, reminiscent of strawberries, shone through. There was a faint hint of cigarettes, but the blend of flavors only made him more enticing. You pressed into him harder, breathless, craving more of him. The sensation of him beneath you drove you wild, even as you fought the urge to pull away just to admire him. Just a mere glance dampens your panties.--he always looked so good and fresh. You genuinely couldn't describe in words the beauty this sex god possessed, it overwhelmed your sexual desires.

He pulls away with a grunt, catching his breath for a moment before immediately burying his face in your neck--kissing, licking, and biting with a skill that drives you wild. You barely even had a moment to process.

He pulls back as if remembering something, his lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily--his dark, lust-filled eyes locked onto you. “Tangerine,” he says flatly, causing you to breathe out; “What?”

He lets a moment pass as he grins--undeniably sexy and seductive. “‘S my name, love,” he drawls, licking his smiling bottom lip.

He glances at his watch, then leans in to whisper in your ear, “In case you feel like screamin' it anytime soon.” His breath and mustache brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a pulse between your legs.

He straightens up, and you both face each other. With a dangerous smirk, you bite your bottom lip, humming in response. “Interesting name,” You respond, softly placing your hand on his neck as you lean in and lick him from the bottom of his lip to his nose, making his mouth slightly open toward the gesture, closing his eyes until you lean back and look at him once again.

You could tell he desperately wanted you in his mouth at that moment, slightly disappointed toward the teasing. Though it only drove him more mad.

"'s that a yes, love?" he asks, seeking your confirmation. You almost giggle, lifting yourself off his lap and dropping to your knees before him. With his legs slightly spread and him reclining back, he watches you intently. He fixes his eyes to look down at you, and you notice his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of you on your knees before him. This drives you crazy, wanting him even more. The sight of his bulge turning you on to the max.

You reach for his tightly fitted suit pants, your fingers moving slowly to unbutton them. As you unzip, he shifts in his seat, clearly uncertain yet intrigued by your intentions. You slide his pants down, and he lifts his hips slightly to help you.

Beneath his pants, his boxers reveal a throbbing erection, straining against the fabric, desperate to be freed. You glance up at him, catching the look of raw, desperate desire in his eyes. His eyebrows are slightly arched, his lips parted as he breathes heavily.

"How's this for a yes?" you purr, letting the words roll off your tongue seductively. Watching his chest rise and fall with every breath only fuels your desire further.

You roll his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, immediately making your lips part in surprise. Your eyes roam over him, and the sheer size gives you pause—it’s longer and much girthier than what you're used to. You blink quickly, shaking off the intimidation. The hunger to please him, knowing how much it would also please you, takes over. Biting your lip, you take it in once more before wrapping your hand around the base. From the thick shaft to the pulsing, pink tip, it only intensifies your craving.

“If it's too much for ya, love--" he teases with a cocky smirk, closing his eyes, but you scoff. Big? Yes. Too big? Never. Maybe.

Before he can finish his thought, you lean in, your lips parting as you take him into your mouth. His words are cut off by a strangled moan, “-Oh, bloody—mother of—fuckk.” His hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair as you begin working him over with your mouth. You moan softly, the vibrations sending shudders through him as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, wet and warm. Each time you deep throat him, it makes him hiss, adjusting beneath you.

“Fuck, your mouth is so warm around my c—oh, fuck that feels—” His voice trails off into a ragged breath as you slide him out of your mouth slowly, eyes locked on his. His tip leaves your mouth with a pop, and you tease, trailing your tongue from his balls up to the base and over the throbbing length, blowing a soft bubble of spit when you reach the tip before taking him deep again. His moans grow louder, and he's seemingly surprised at the sounds escaping him, like he’s never been this vocal before. Though he's clearly more surprised at how good you're working his dick.

You moan around his cock, your eyes watering as you take him deeper than you’ve ever handled before. He was big—bigger than anything you’d ever experienced—but you craved more than just this.

His groans turned into breathless, stuttered curses, his moans coming one after the other, building as you worked him. But just when you thought he’d lose control, he cups your chin, pulling himself out of your mouth, keeping himself from finishing.

Collecting air back into your lungs, you look up at him, eyes teary from how deep you took him. "Not good enough? You seemed pretty—"

"Far too good," he interrupts, panting as he leans back, head thrown against the seat. You smirk, licking your lips, savoring the taste of him.

His cock twitches, still hard, bobbing with each of his breaths. You don’t bother hiding your hunger, eyes locked on it. Meeting his gaze, he grabs your hand and pulls you up, positioning you over him. You straddle his lap, your clothes still on, his cock pressed hard against you. He inhales sharply at the contact, sensitive and on edge.

He moves his head to the side of your face, his mouth right by your ear. "You must be mad if you think I'll finish before I’ve had my way with you, darling," he growls in a whisper, voice thick with desire.

He looks back to you with raw yearning, then glances to the side, picking up his gun again. Pressing it against your stomach with a bit of pressure, he growls, “Get this off, babe,” though the hint of desperation in his voice makes you grin.

You slide off his lap, standing before him as you slowly undress. First, you kick off your shoes, then hook your thumbs into your pants, slipping them down to reveal your legs. His gaze hungrily traces every inch of you. As you lift your shirt over your head, now standing in just your underclothes, you can see how much he wants you. He tightens his lips, letting out a low groan as his cock twitches.

You step closer, and he raises his arms, ready for you to straddle him again. You sit down on his lap, your pussy brushing his throbbing cock through his pants. He groans softly, his breath heavy. The contact makes you purse your lips together to contain a moan.

His hand wraps tightly around your throat, sending a rush of pleasure through you as he pulls you into a deep, heated kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, but just as quickly, he pulls back.

“Now it’s my turn,” he suggests, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. He inhales sharply at the sight of your breasts, while you unbutton his shirt and vest, freeing his chest. Hovering over his cock, he grips the shaft, teasing you by sliding his tip between your folds. Both of you groan at the contact. “Fuck, you're jus' drippin' for me, aren't ya, love?” he growls, looking back up into your eyes.

You whimper once more as you rock your hips over his tip, your wet folds sliding over it, teasing him back. His head falls back with a groan, neck exposed, making him look even more irresistible. You can’t wait any longer.

“Put it in me, Tangerine,” you nearly beg, voice trembling with need.

Before you can finish, he thrusts inside, nearly filling all of you. You cry out, positively overwhelmed by the intense sensation. The image of his face as he entered you—lips parted, eyebrows arched—burns into your memory. His groans, as he moves in and out, reveal his struggle to hold back giving you every last inch, even though it’s already more than you can handle.

He quickly finds his rhythm, hands exploring your body as he thrusts into you, turning you into a moaning mess. He’s not far behind, groaning and cursing as your tight grip drives him wild. “So tight—fuck… you’re squeezing me hard, aren’t you, love?”

His hands roam over every curve of your body, exploring every inch he can reach. He touches you with a restless urgency, as if unable to settle on where to have his hands. His heavy breathing only heightens his palpable desperation for you.

You’re almost limp on top of him, barely holding on. “Can’t take it, can you?” he teases, breathless. You whimper, steadying yourself on his shoulders before fully sinking onto him, making both of you moan. His grip tightens as he fills you completely. “Fu- god yes- take all of me,” he groans, voice strained. You ride him faster, his face buried in your chest, groaning, “Fuck, this pussy’s made for me.”

Sensing you're near the edge, he abruptly lifts you off him and helps you stand. Your legs tremble, but he presses you against the window, your cheek against the cold glass. “Gon' blow that back out… look at that ass,” he growls, positioning you roughly and thrusting back inside, gripping one of your cheeks. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling as he pounds into you, his voice gravelly. “I should’ve claimed this pussy earlier.. ’s mine now, way you’re grippin' me--fuck,” His stomach tightens as your walls clench around him, each breathless groan from him driving you closer to your release.

With a firmer grip on your hair, he drives deeper, making you shudder with each thrust. His groans grow more intense, and your body trembles as you near your release. “You feel so good, tang—” you gasp, but his deep thrusts steal the words from your lips. As you try to look back, the sight of his chain bouncing against his chest and his breathy moans push you closer to the edge.

The sound of his slick, hard cock sliding forcefully in and out of you is raw and intense, mingling with your moans and the rhythmic slap of his balls against your behind. It's all sounding and looking pornographic. The skills this man had drove you crazy, knowing this simply can't be the last time you get fucked this good. Just imagine how good it could be off this train...

His rhythm slows, each thrust perfectly hitting the right spot, bringing his hand down to tease your clit. His skilled fingers moved rhythmically over your clitoris, and you found yourself wishing you could see every moment. His hands were irresistibly sexy, and you yearned for him to do even more with them. Though he was already giving you everything you wanted, you wanted even more. Needed even more, you didn't care how.

The overwhelming sensation drives you to the brink, and you can’t hold back any longer. “Right there, oh my God, fuck--don’t stop!” you scream as you begin to climax, shaking from the intensity.

He doesn’t stop, groaning as he thrusts faster, both of you reaching the peak together. “Fuck, take it—take 'at dick,” he mutters, panting heavily as his moans grow louder and cusses more frequent when he cums, filling you up. The sound of his release only makes your orgasm more intense.

Even as your climax ends, you’re still overstimulated, shaking as he remains inside, watching the mix of both of you dripping down. “You’re so good… creamin' all over my cock,” he groans, pulling out slowly with a shuddered breath.

You sit, legs trembling, still breathless from it all. He holds up your soaked panties with a smirk. "Don't reckon you'll be needin' this anymore, love, eh?" he jokes, tucking his gun into his pants after wrapping your panties around it. The sight makes you giggle, but you’re still so overstimulated.

He takes out a handkerchief and gently wipes you down, his touch still sparking pleasure. “You took me so well, love,” he praises, his voice soft now. Biting your lip, you fight the urge to dive back in, knowing you have a stop to make soon--and your guts definitely need a break.

“I need it again,” you whisper, and he just grins. “Should’ve given it t'ya sooner, eh? Can’t get enough, can you?”

His cocky grin makes your cheeks flush, and you just shyly smile.

You take a moment to observe him—he’s still catching his breath, his hair tousled and disheveled. His shirt hangs loosely, completely unbuttoned. Sweat trickles down his chest, and you almost find yourself wanting to pull him back between your legs just as he is, but you recollect yourself.

“Think our bosses will kill us if we have each other’s numbers?” you joke lightly, but the question is slightly serious.

"Oh, right. You’re meant to be my rival, aren't you? Reckon I’d better sort you out then, innit?" He adopts a serious expression, pausing his actions to retrieve the gun he had slipped into his pants.

He pulls it out and rests it on his knee, his gaze locked on you with an intensity as he kneels before you. You glance down at his gun, and the sight of your destroyed panties wrapped around it makes you snort, grinning with knitted eyebrows as you struggle to take him seriously.

As he watches your expression, he knits his eyebrows together in 'confusion'. "Fuck's the matta with ya face?"

He glances down at his pantie-fied gun, his brows relaxing as he lets out an "Ah" of false realization. Looking back up at you and seeing your sneaky smile, he presses his lips together in a defeated manner. "I'm claimed, innit? Can’t very well kill you off now, can I?"

He gets himself up as he shrugs with a smug smile, confirming his teasing.

“'s long as I get to see ya before 'at happens, darling.” He finally answers your previous question, his tone sincere and delicate.

Surprised by the genuine warmth in his tone, you joke about grabbing a meal together. He meets your eyes, his expression softening. “I actually wouldn’t mind 'at, love. I’ll note down ya number—and if we survive this bloody fuckin' train—I'll 'opefully see 'at pretty little face again.”

As he helps you get dressed, his touch feels different, more caring than you expected from someone meant to be your enemy. And as reality crashes back, the briefcase catching your eye, you wonder if you’ll ever see him again after this job.

Or if this is where the line is drawn.

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a/n: First post! This became longer than I first planned it out to be, but I had fun writing it! I haven't wrote in a good long time, so bare wit me lol. And finalllyy I'm posting this omg

#tangerine bullet train smut #julia is a whore

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i-cant-stfu · 23 days ago

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Ugh he’s so cute

✩ sweet treats ✩

. . .DAVE LIZEWSKI SMUT

.ೃ࿐mdni!~

pairings. Dave Lizewski x f!reader

·˚ ༘ sum. On a quiet Saturday night, feeling a bit restless, you decide to invite over your new neighbor, whose number you recently saved. You initially plan to spend the evening baking, but soon find yourself inspired by a sweeter idea for the boy next door.

wc. 4.9k

warnings. characters are 18+ (kick-ass 2), porn wit little plot, Dave lizewski smut—not really kick-ass smut, whiney!dave/sub!dave, in-kitchen sex, not too much dom action, graphic language and imagery— hence the porn

a/n. you can skip the beginning to the first divider you see and read from there if you want to get closer to the smut scenes!

It's a quiet, uneventful Saturday evening. You had no plans to go out—but just a few minutes earlier you got all dolled up, doing your hair and makeup just for fun. Now, you're lying in bed, absentmindedly twiddling your fingers, bored out your mind.

Nothing seems appealing at the moment—not reading, not scrolling through your computer, not cooking, or even watching TV.

You find yourself scrolling through your little iPhone 6, browsing the contacts saved in your phone. The names are familiar since you recently just got this phone, but there's one that stands out.

"Dave next door"

You recall giving your phone number to the guy who lives next door, the one whose room you can glimpse from your window.

It started with a few exchanged smiles and waves a couple of weeks ago—sometimes even a quick 'Hi' or small talk after the first few friendly glances. You think back to when you first saw him, just as you were moving in. You made a point to greet him with a friendly smile and wave, which eventually became routine whenever you crossed paths. Even those accidental moments when your eyes met through the windows felt natural—at least for you. He, on the other hand, would instantly blush and become visibly nervous, trying his best to play it off.

Despite his shy and awkward demeanor, it only made you more confident and comfortable, encouraging you to keep smiling, waving, and occasionally striking up a conversation with him on your own.

You press your lips together thoughtfully as you glance over the contact a few more times before finally tapping it, preparing to type a message. This felt like your first real chance to make a new friend in the city—and the added bonus? He lived right next door.

The real bonus? He was unbelievably handsome.

These thoughts make your stomach twist with nerves, suddenly sending you into a spiral of overthinking how to approach him. You worry about coming across in a way that he might not be into, and the fear of blowing your chance at making a new friend starts to creep in.

'Just be yourself. It's no big deal.' You sigh out your worries.

Your thumbs circle over letters, figuring out how you should start this. You hum as a thought pops up in your head, instantly causing your eyes to look up from your phone, glaring at your wall as you quickly think.

You swing your legs off the bed and head over to the window. Pulling the curtain aside, you glance toward his house, surprised to see his curtains wide open. You spot him almost immediately—reclined in his computer chair and looking a bit tense, maybe even nervous. Though his back is mostly turned toward the window, you can sense something's weighing on him.

You notice the glow of his phone screen and, out of curiosity, try to make out what he’s doing. Though the colors and lines are blurry, it’s clear he’s inside iPhones message app—an empty conversation, just like the one you’re staring at on your own phone. It almost feels like he's hesitating, just like you.

He runs a hand through his damp, curly hair, tilting his head back as he slips his fingers under his glasses to rub his eyes. There’s no doubt he’s stressed about something, though you can’t help but wonder what.

You hum softly in response to your thoughts, watching him. Deciding you wouldn’t be disturbing anything, you let the curtain fall back into place, standing there for a moment as you glance down at your phone, searching for the right words.

You press your lips together in thought.

"I wouldn’t mind some company," you murmur to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you type. The idea of this handsome boy being in your home makes your heart race, pushing aside any hesitation about sending the message. This was your chance, and you weren’t about to let it slip by.

With the message typed and ready, you can’t resist opening the curtain just a little to sneak a glance at him before hitting send, hoping to catch his reaction—just in case you’re left waiting, or worse, don’t get a response at all.

You glance down at your phone, nerves creeping in as you almost hesitate. But with a quick breath, you press 'send,' your eyes darting back to his window.

The nerves kick in stronger now, but it doesn’t take long before you notice something—he’s still in the same message box. But this time, a new message has appeared. Your message, just sent.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Was he just sitting in my message box, contemplating texting me too?

He nearly jumps out of his chair when he sees the message, sitting up straight and turning his attention back to his phone. He hasn’t even exited the screen, which convinces you he must have been in your message box all along. That’s what had him looking so tense—did he want to text you too? The thought swarms butterflies in your stomach.

You quickly glance back down at your phone, re-reading your message to ensure everything feels right and that you haven’t scared him off.

“Hii, I could use some company if you’re up for it? :)”

‘Read 7:59PM’

Maybe you should have used a different tone—been less direct?

You take a breath or two before your phone finally vibrates in your hand.

“It’s Dave BTW.”

His message pops up, and after a moment of startled silence, it nearly makes you laugh. What, could he not believe you were intentionally messaging him? You snort, just relieved that you actually received a response.

With an amused smile, you open your curtain completely this time, full intent to get him to notice you.

His chair is now completely turned toward your window, though his head is down, focused on his phone. It doesn’t take more than three seconds before he glances up, locking eyes with you.

You can see it catches him off guard, but he manages to play it cool.

You can’t help but smile wider as your eyes meet, and it seems he can’t either. A giggle escapes you as you gesture for him to come over. The look on his face lights up, and the spark in his eyes nearly blinds you, even from inside your window.

He looks like he might stutter but instead mouths, 'Right now?' while pointing to his floor, never breaking eye contact.

You nod enthusiastically, a big smile on your face. 'Right nowww!' you whisper, knowing he can only read your lips. You speak, trying to convey your friendly, playful intent and your desire for company.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, then takes a deep breath. With a smile, he mouths, 'Okay—!' while nodding. He lets out a scoff, as if he cant believe it, then quickly gets out of his chair and leaves his room.

You can't help but snort once again, shocked yet totally not toward his actions. He was so silly, getting as excited as he did for your company.

You didn't have much to worry about, you were almost fully unpacked, but even though there were still some boxes laying around, the house looked well put together, as did you. You genuinely feel confident, causing you to recite in your head how you might be able to make any moves with this man if the chance arises.

About ten minutes later, you hear a soft knock on your downstairs door, and your nerves spike even higher. Excitement mingles with anxiety. There was nothing intimidating about him, but the way his features lay so beautifully combined on his face made it hard not to be nervous around him. Even if he was an awkward dork.

Despite your nerves, you eagerly jump off your bed and dash down the stairs. Pausing just at the bottom of them, you take a deep breath before nonchalantly walking towards the door. You unlock both the locks with anticipation, finally swinging it open.

And ou, there he go.

He stands on your dark porch, illuminated by the light from your house. His glasses glint in the glow, and while he tries to act nonchalant, you notice him gnawing at his bottom lip and fidgeting with his fingers, his knee bouncing restlessly. His hair looks like it’s been fussed over—messy yet somehow more appealing.

When the door swings open, his eyes meet yours, wide and unsure, like a lost puppy seeking reassurance. You can’t help but smile. "Heyyy, didn’t think you’d show," you tease, stepping aside to let him in.

He fumbles with his words before managing an awkward apology. "Sorry—had a bit of a... hair situation." His voice cracks slightly as he glances away, then forces himself to look back at you, like he's afraid breaking eye contact might be rude. His fingers nervously rake through his hair, clearly self-conscious.

"Oh, did you?" You grin, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Leaning casually against it, you turn to face him. His gaze holds a hint of awe, and you savor it. "Looks good to me," you say, your voice soft but deliberate, as though you know exactly how your words will affect him.

And they do.

He exhales a nervous laugh, shrugging as if to shake off the intensity. "Awe, well, thanks." He shyly smiles, but the eye contact feels too charged, so he quickly shifts his attention to your space.

"Oh, wow—you really put this place together nicely," he observes, relaxing his shoulders as he takes in the surroundings. You hum in response. "Just making it home," you say, offering a smile as he turns back to you, returning your expression softly.

It’s as if every time his eyes meet yours, he falls into a trance, captivated by your presence, caught in an awe that never seems to fade.

The way he looks at you makes you inhale sharply, and the eye contact he finally holds creates a palpable tension in the air. Your lips part softly as your gaze roams over his features. Although he’s tall enough to almost tower over you, there’s no hint of dominance in his demeanor—only a neediness in his eyes that you certainly find appealing.

A cheeky smile begins to form on your lips, and he instinctively licks his, clearly caught by your infectious grin. He shyly smirks back, looking away with a soft chuckle.

You hum playfully. "Question..." You tiptoe around him until you're facing each other, close enough to take his breath away but not too close to feel invasive. "Do you like to bake?" You smile, suddenly energized by his company and eager to share this experience... Though you wouldn’t mind a bit of physical contact too.

"I—well, yeah, sure I do," he replies, a soft smile spreading across his face as he visibly relaxes, becoming more at ease in your presence.

You beam, practically skipping toward the kitchen as you grab ingredients for a quick batch of chocolate chip muffins. "What’s on the menu?" he calls out, kicking off his shoes before making his way over. He takes a seat at the island, watching you lay everything out.

"You tell me," you reply, voice dropping with playful intent. His eyes flick up, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he clears his throat, clearly caught off guard. "I’m sorry?"

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. "Come here, Dave. Aren’t you going to help me?" After a beat, he nods, moving beside you, eyes flicking over the laid-out ingredients like he’s trying to convince himself the tension is all in his head.

"You could eat the muffins we're about to make..." you start, letting the sentence hang in the air. You turn slightly, your shoulder brushing his. Though he seems anxious, he shifts toward you, the space between you shrinking.

"Or?" he asks, his voice cracking ever so slightly, his eyes darting to your lips. The thick, almost electric energy between you is impossible to ignore.

"Find out," you say, your words carrying a soft yet undeniable weight. He seems to breathe a little deeper, like he’s unsure whether to step closer or wait for you to close the gap.

His jaw clenches, but when his eyes meet yours again, there’s a flicker of careful playfulness. "Which is sweeter?" he teases, though the tension makes his words heavier. His gaze drops to your mouth, and a shy smile finally surfaces.

You bite your lip before repeating, "Find out." The words slip out, daring him closer.

Slowly, you close the remaining distance, your faces nearly touching. His eyes dart across your features, lingering on your lips as he hesitates, savoring the moment. "Will you?" you whisper, waiting for him to make the next move.

His nod is almost imperceptible, followed by a quiet, breathy "mhm" that sounds more like a plea than a response, igniting something deeper within you.

Tilting your head, you angle yourself for better access to his lips, your eyes flickering between his gaze and his mouth as he mirrors the same anticipation. Both of you lean in, slow and deliberate, lips parting softly, yet just before the moment of contact, you tease him—brushing your nose against his, pulling back ever so slightly. The brief retreat makes him chase the kiss, deepening the desire between you both.

He exhales a needy whimper at your teasing, and the sight of his yearning expression—the way his brows curve and his eyes plead with desperation—drives you over the edge. Unable to resist any longer, you close the gap and crash your lips into his. He lets out a soft moan, almost involuntary, and your hands instinctively slide up to his neck, fingers threading through the back of his hair. His touch is more hesitant at first, fingertips barely grazing your back, as if he's unsure of how far to go or how much he can take.

But when your tongue glides over his bottom lip, silently asking for more, something in him shifts. He surrenders, opening up to you completely, as though you've found his breaking point. His hands, which once lingered with uncertainty, now grip your waist with a newfound urgency, his fingers roaming over your body with an insatiable curiosity, as though he can't decide where to settle—eager to explore every inch of you. It drives you wild, the need to feel him everywhere all at once overwhelming your senses.

You press your body against his, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his desire through his pants. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps, so close that you’re practically sharing the same air. His forehead rests against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath, but his hands don't hesitate. They slide down, deftly unfastening your pants. You step out of them in one swift motion, kicking them aside, before tugging at his in return.

As you glance down, pulling his pants free, you’re met with the undeniable sight of his arousal straining against the fabric of his boxers. He's larger than you’d let your imagination wander to before—not enormous, but more than you’d expected. The sight makes your breath hitch, an involuntary exhale slipping out, and he notices.

A slow smirk spreads across his lips, not cocky, but laced with quiet confidence, his darkened eyes full of desire as he watches you react to him.

"What do you want, baby?" you whisper, your gaze tracing the contours of his beautiful, breathless face. His chest heaves with every ragged breath, the sight of him so aroused only stoking the heat building between your thighs.

A soft, barely audible whimper escapes him before he can finally find his voice. "I want you," he breathes, his words cracking with desperation. The sound of it sends a jolt through you, igniting a fire deep inside, making you want to take him right then and there.

"How bad?" you tease, voice light and playful, but the truth is, you just want to hear him—hear that needy, breathless tone as he confesses how much he craves you, how badly he wants to feel you wrapped around him.

His expression shifts, growing more desperate, more hungry, and it drives you wild. His neediness only fuels your own desire, pushing it to intoxicating heights. The way he begs with just a glance, his shallow breaths betraying him, the hardness pressing against you—all of it sends shivers down your spine. But it’s his sounds—the raw, unfiltered whimpers and groans of longing—that turn you on the most. His vulnerability, the way he's utterly helpless, willing to do anything just to feel you, even if only for a moment. That thought alone makes your pulse race, as much as your body drives him out of control.

"So bad—want you so bad, please..." His voice trembles with need, each word making him more desperate, his whimpers punctuating his pleas. He steps closer, his brows furrowed in a kind of longing that sets you ablaze inside—and you savor every second of it.

"Anything specific?" you ask, your lips curling into a knowing smile as you continue the teasing. His hands explore your body, pausing at your hips as your fingers brush along the waistband of his boxers. You might be teasing him, but you’re just as needy, and the two of you both feel it, thick in the air between you.

He shakes his head, the teasing driving him mad, his eyes locked onto yours with the intensity of someone starving for you. "Just... all of you," he breathes, the raw need in his voice so palpable it nearly shatters your composure.

The height difference between you only drives you wilder—especially since, despite towering over you, he's the submissive one. The way he looks down at you, still begging and pleading, is intoxicating, a dangerous combiniation.

You hum softly, eyes full of playful intent. "Selfish, needy boy…" you purr, and the words hit him like a spark, making him exhale a shaky, desperate whine. You tug at his boxers, pulling him closer until his chest collides with yours. Tilting your head up, your nose grazes his chin as he lowers it, locking eyes with you, hunger flickering in his gaze.

You smirk softly, your voice a whisper as you reply, "I want you more." Your breath is warm against his skin, and the words make his lips part as though he’s about to ask, Really? But before he can speak, your hand cups him, fingers pressing against his hardness, rubbing gently. The contact makes you both gasp—his moan low and startled, his brows furrowing as his need grows more intense.

“Fuck…” he breathes, the word barely escaping, his voice shaky.

“Let me take care of you, baby," you murmur seductively, locking eyes with him. The words send a visible shudder through him, his cock twitching in your hand as he bites down on his bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds rising in his throat. His gaze stays fixed on you, hungry and vulnerable, as you slowly sink to your knees before him.

Still holding his gaze, you pull his boxers down, freeing his cock. The sight surprises you, his size more than you expected. You can’t help the soft parting of your lips as you take him in—his tip already glistening with arousal, wet from just your touch and the tension between you.

Without hesitation, you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, letting him feel every bit of your touch. His head tips back, and a deep moan escapes him, his breaths coming in heavy waves. His lips form a silent ‘f,’ as if ready to curse, but all he manages is a heavy exhale, surrendering to the pleasure.

You flash him a quick, teasing grin, savoring his reaction, before leaning in to drag your tongue down the length of his shaft and back up to his sensitive, slick tip. You swirl your tongue around it, teasing and tasting, pushing him closer to the edge with each pass. His moans grow louder, more desperate, stuttering as his body trembles under your touch. "Fuck—so warm," he pants, his hand gently resting on your head as you take him into your mouth.

Without a second thought, you deep-throat him, letting your spit drip around his shaft, every inch of him filling you. When his tip hits the back of your throat, a guttural groan escapes him, his grip tightening in your hair as his breath quickens, unable to control the pleasure coursing through him.

Every now and then, you release him from your mouth with a soft pop, spit glistening as you blow teasing bubbles along his length before taking him deep again. “Oh, fuck—holy shit, oh my g—” His words dissolve into breathy moans, each curse tapering off with a whimper. Sometimes, he holds his breath, drawing in sharp gasps before letting out another shaky moan. You can feel how close he is, just before he pulls himself from your mouth, panting.

“What’s the matter, love?” you ask, catching your breath and wiping your mouth. His cock hovers above your face, throbbing with need, but he seems to have other plans.

“I want to please you now,” he whispers, smoothing your hair gently after gripping it so tightly. His words send a thrill through you as you rise to your feet.

“Please me,” you command softly, your voice tinged with desire. He shoots you a hungry look, biting his lip before sinking to his knees, his hands gliding over your legs, planting soft kisses up your thighs, driving you wild.

He slips your panties down, letting them fall at your ankles. His gaze, which had avoided your bare skin until now, locks onto your body with awe. He looks ravenous, as though starved for you.

He licks his lips, his nose grazing your folds before his mouth takes over, making you gasp. His tongue moves with purpose, devouring you like it’s his last chance. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your hands tangle in his hair, gripping his curls as he sucks and licks with precision. His tongue works your clit just right, bringing you closer to the edge faster than you imagined.

You curse, moan, and whimper, your breaths quickening as his lips expertly play against your most sensitive spot. But just as you’re on the verge of release, he pulls away. It’s as if he’s forcing himself to stop, torn between wanting more and holding back.

“Let me finish you off properly,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “Please?” he pleads softly, rising to tower over you, his eyes locked on yours.

You nod eagerly, maybe too eagerly, and pull him into a fierce kiss. Your tongues collide, dancing with intense urgency. He moans into your mouth, sending a wave of need through your entire body.

His hands grip your ass, squeezing firmly, making him moan again at the feel of you. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the counter. One hand supports you, while the other grips the base of his cock, teasing your folds with the tip. The sensation makes both of you moan, his voice even louder this time. “Fuck—so slick…” he whispers, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. You nod, unable to hide your need, and with that, he watches as he slowly pushes into you.

His groan is deep and guttural as your body envelops him completely. The sound heightens the sensation, sending shivers through you as he slides deeper. His hands grip your legs tighter, pulling you closer with each thrust.

His desperation is palpable, just as eager inside you as he was with his mouth. The way your body tightens around him drives both of you to the edge, the intensity overwhelming for him—and intoxicating for you.

"Oh—God, fuck me, Dave, you're doing so good," you moan, your words turning into a louder cry as his thrusts grow faster, more desperate. His heavy breaths and ragged moans fill the space, barely pausing, as if he can't catch his breath between the intensity.

"You feel so—" he tries to speak, but his voice breaks, his body shuddering with every thrust. He's practically slamming into you now, rougher than you expected but far from unwelcome. His grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to sting. You wrap your arms around him, hips rocking to meet each thrust, making it even harder for him to maintain control. Your hands find the counter for support as he thrusts harder, both of you panting, moans blending together as your bodies sync.

Just as you're both on the brink, you pull away, leaving him momentarily stunned. Without a word, you turn and brace yourself against the counter, glancing back to see the disbelief in his eyes. Nevertheless, he doesn't hesitate, tapping the tip of his cock against your ass before sliding back inside.

A loud, almost primal moan escapes you, and you faintly hear him compliment you under his breath, though it's lost in the pounding rhythm. He arches you over the counter, gripping your cheeks, watching himself thrust in and out. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whines, voice trembling with need. You take control, reaching behind to feel his chest, guiding him deeper.

Leaning over more, you start to move your hips in a slow, deliberate grind, making him feel every movement. "Oh my god—please," he begs, voice cracking. You glance back, watching his face as you twerk against him, teasing his throbbing cock. His head falls back, whimpering, barely able to handle it. "Way too good..." he gasps, clearly not used to being worked like this.

You love it—how he teeters between neediness and control, ravenous and lost in you, just as you are in him. Each touch, each thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of you, driving the experience to the edge of blissful overstimulation.

He starts thrusting again, leaning close as his hands slip under your shirt to cup your breasts, unencumbered by a bra. The feel of your bare skin under his touch seems to push him closer to the edge. His breath is hot in your ear, punctuated by needy whimpers that fog your mind with pleasure as you near your climax. You shudder around him, your body tightening, driving him wilder. "Baby, you're gonna make me—fuck, please cum first," he pleads, his voice shaky as his hand squeezes your breast, sending sparks through you.

"I'm gonna cum, Dave—you're touching me so good, keep fucking me," you gasp out. His thrusts become faster, deeper, frantic. His moans grow louder, breath catching in his throat as he loses control.

When your climax hits, it crashes over you in waves, stronger than ever before. His breathless whimpers only amplify the sensation, and as you feel yourself dripping, he groans, "Fuck yes—!" His pace quickens. "Please—can I cum in you?" he begs, on the brink, holding back with everything he has.

"Yes, cum in me, baby," you urge, your overstimulated body hungry for more. His groans deepen, and with one final thrust, he loses control, spilling into you. The sensation pushes you to another peak, making you scream his name as he fills you completely, both of you trembling from the intensity.

His pace slows as he carefully pulls out, both of you watching your mixed juices drip down. Your legs tremble, barely able to hold you up as you lean on the counter for support.

Dave pants, swearing under his breath before asking, "Do you want me to put you on the couch?" His voice is shaky, still catching his breath. You nod weakly, and he lifts you gently, setting you down with care. He slumps next to you, both of you sweaty and breathless, the warmth of his body radiating into yours.

He notices your trembling legs and rubs your thigh soothingly, a satisfied smile crossing his face. "Fuck, you were so good," you murmur, a grin spreading across your lips. He blushes, looking away with a shy smile.

"You were unbelievable. You're so pretty," he breathes, his words making your heart skip. A soft giggle escapes you, feeling shy from the intensity as the two of you settle in, basking in the afterglow.

“Well, I guess it’s time for you to take your leave,” you tease, adopting a mock-serious tone. His eyebrows knit together, concern flashing in his eyes. You hold his gaze for a long moment until you can’t keep a straight face any longer, bursting into laughter and covering your mouth, looking up at him apologetically.

His expression softens, the tension melting away. He parts his lips in surprise, an “Oh” forming but no sound escaping. After a moment, he chuckles with you, relieved you were joking.

“I’m sorry—” you manage to say between breaths. “No, you’re staying here and taking care of me.” You shake your head, bringing your attention back to your quivering legs.

Now fully smiling, he leans over you on the couch, appreciating your humor. “Yeah, of course—” he starts, but you cut him off, tugging at the collar of his shirt and pulling him on top of you. You kiss him deeply, then pull back slightly, your grip tight on his shirt as you meet his gaze. “That dick is mine,” you whisper, watching him swallow hard.

“Yeah?” he replies, smirking as your faces linger close. “Yeah,” you respond, grinning.

His smirk widens before you tug him back in, crashing your lips against his once more.

#dave lizewski smut #julia is a whore

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i-cant-stfu · 1 month ago

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This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

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i-cant-stfu · 2 months ago

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I NEED to have pedro pascal fucking me RIGHT NOW atp it’s a life or death situation

Sunbathing

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’ve decided to sunbathe topless, or as your husband Joel would put it, you’ve decided to torture him.

Warnings: needy Joel, kind of sub!joel, unprotected p in v, premature ejaculation, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), come play.

a/n: i sunbathed topless for the first time and well this wrote itself

"You've seen my boobs before babe" A soft laugh bubbled up your throat as you turned your head left.

He wasn't even pretending not to be staring.

"Not like this"

You smiled, "what does that even mean?"

"not out... here"

You lowered your sunglasses to see him better, tilting your head to ask for further explanation

Yes you were outside, by the pool of the beautiful summer house you'd rented, but you didn't get how that made any difference, they were the same boobs he'd seen hours prior in your bed.

"I'm not used to not doing anything about them"

"ah" you hummed "is it that hard?"

You didn't even need to look at the smirk painting his face to regret your choice of words.

"yeah babydoll, it's real hard"

You only needed to lower your gaze a little to asses his statement.

"You're incorrigible"

"And you're torturin' me darlin'"

"How am I torturing you?" you laughed "I'm just taking advantage of the privacy we have to get a good tan"

"and besides, I seem to remember how hard it is for you to see me with the whole bikini on too"

He sat up, the sunbed squeaking as he faced you.

"It ain't my fault if my wife's so pretty it hurts"

"you get so dramatic when you're horny" you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

He smiled, letting his gaze wander all over your body for a good minute, before getting back at your face

"nothin's gonna happen is it?" his tone was full of hope nonetheless

"no baby" you shook your head

He sighed, dramatically letting his head fall to his chest

"I'll have a swim then"

"have fun honey"

__ __ __

"darlin'?"

Not even ten minutes had passed, and that scene from the Barbie movie with the "Ken! Go for a walk or something" line couldn't not pop into your head.

"yes?"

He was standing right next to your sunbed, dripping wet and blocking out the sun.

"don't ya need sunscreen?"

A soft smile pulled at your lips.

Ten minutes, that's how long it took for him to come up with that.

"I put it on already"

He wasn't gonna give up, not on the first try.

"how long ago?"

"an hour, I think"

"the sun's real strong now doll," he said, drying his hair with a towel before throwing it on his bed "I think it's best if you put some more on… I can do it for you if you don't feel like it"

You chuckled, looking up at him, but he stayed in character, continuing to look oh-so worried about your safety.

"Somehow I knew that offer was coming"

"'m just worried about my wife, 's all"

he'd crouched down, taking your hand in his

"mh-mh" you hummed, sarcasm tracing your tone

"can't have you get sunburt now, can we?"

"no, we can't" you played along, smiling at him

"'f course" he murmured, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips as he grabbed the sunscreen.

"I'm so lucky to have such a caring husband"

"I'm the only lucky one babydoll"

He gave you one more kiss, before he leaned away and got to work.

He squeezed some cream into his hand, but to your surprise, his hands didn't land where you'd expected them to-

Only his eyes were betraying him. They were only on one, or actually two things even when it was your legs he was massaging.

The coldness of the cream and his hands felt good against your warm body, so much you couldn't help but hum appreciatively.

"feels good?"

"yeah baby" you breathed as his hands made their way to your thighs.

It always amazed you how hands so big, rough, and strong were able to be so gentle and soft on you.

You couldn't deny the shivers running up your body when his fingers reached your inner thighs, getting close to your core.

"what's that?" your husband was smirking like a cat, as he dedicated himself much too long on that spot.

"I didn't say anything"

If he thought this was gonna work, he was wrong. It was too hot, and you were too relaxed to do what he so obviously wanted to do... although you both knew how much you liked seeing him desperate...

He still didn't touch your boobs, no, next were your shoulders, then your arms, and then... when he felt on the brink of exploding, when he couldn't stop himself anymore, he squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen in his hands, and oh so gently started massaging your tits.

He couldn't stop a soft groan from fleeing his lips.

It felt amazing- of course it felt amazing, but you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction, and this was mostly for him, not for you, so your eyes remained closed as you pretended like it was nothing.

But that only lasted so long, because Joel could endure just about 30 seconds of that before he was bending down, and his mouth was sucking your nipple.

"Joel!" you gasped, your eyes snapping open just in time to see him climb onto you to straddle your waist, and then go right back to groping and licking and sucking your nipples like it was his life long duty.

"baby you're all wet" you tried complaining, but the smile on your lips was everlasting.

He looked so damingly cute like this, looking up at you with those big doe eyes as he worshipped your tits.

"so are you"

And yeah so what if you were- there's only so much a woman can do in front of this.

A soft laugh spilled from your lips as your hand went to find a place in his hair, your back arching to offer more of yourself to him.

"I don't even know how good it is for you to be licking sunscreen"

The look he gave you made it very clear he didn't give one single fuck.

And just when you were about to protest again, his teeth had gently bit your nipple, and a moan had spilled from your lips.

he took that as an incentive to go further, his hand slowly sliding down your belly, between your bodies, until it was seeping underneath your bikini bottoms.

"babe-" you stopped him, your voice breathless

His hand stopped on your mound as he groaned in frustration.

You could feel his rock-hard cock on you since the moment he straddled you- the man was desperate.

"please doll" he murmured against the soft skin of your chest in between kisses "Gimmie something-anything” he pleaded “Have mercy on your poor husband"

Your response was mixed between a laugh and a moan

"I can take care of you if you want"

He shook his head, his teeth grazing your nipple "Need to feel you darlin’"

Again, a soft giggle rumbled from your chest

"’S too hot to have sex here baby"

His hand had gotten out of your bikini to reach the other on your waist.

"the pool- the ground? fuck- anywhere you want sugar, just tell me where"

His clothed hard-on was rubbing against your core now, and fuck but once again you’d succumbed to Joel and his goddamn irresistible neediness.

"bring me back into the house"

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear those words.

In a haze of kisses and lust, he’d picked you up, letting you hold onto him by wrapping your arms and legs around his body as he hurriedly walked into the house.

He didn’t make it far enough to encounter a single surface- and perhaps that was because he’d stopped looking and placed you against the wall the moment he’d passed the threshold.

His mouth was on your tits again, his cock was out, and his fingers had pulled your bikini to the side.

He said nothing as he slowly began entering you, the only sounds in the room being your moan as you threw your head back, and the groan he emitted, muffled by your skin.

“Oh fuck” you cried once he bottomed out.

Your husband was a very gifted man.

"'m not gonna last"

He sounded like the mere act of talking was taking all of his energy, and yet he was thrusting up into you like it was a matter of life or death.

"'s ok"

"I've been hard since you took your top off" he murmured, his breath fanning over your chest “you-you-jesus”

Your left hand passed through his hair, softly soothing him.

“‘S alright baby, don’t wait for me”

“You’re too fuckin’-” he tried to speak, but he was interrupted by yet another groan

“What?” you taunted him, a smirk pulling at your lips “what is it baby?”

His eyes were wide with desperation as he looked up at you, as his mouth stole languid kisses from your tits.

“Too hot- too goddamn perfect”

You bit down a grin at that, still stroking his hair

“I love you baby” you breathed, his cock reaching the deepest, most fucking amazing spot inside you in the meantime.

The moment those words left your lips your husband was fucked- the only words he was able to mutter were a series of -fuckshitgoddamn- before he inevitably reached his peak, filling you up with rope after rope of come that never seemed to end.

He remained like that for a little while, buried inside you, eyes closed, mouth still connected with your boob, until you left a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, and he woke up from his heavenly trance.

He let out a soft groan as he slipped out of you, and took his time letting you down.

You were smiling at him with that soft smile that melted his insides right up, and he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss it, kiss you like you were a soft delicate thing that he was scared of breaking.

“I love you more” he promised, kissing you again, even if you were smiling.

“Feel better now?”

You said it like he was a kid with a stomach bug, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Yeah darlin’” he murmured against your mouth “thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” you laughed, but he was already shaking his head

“Yes I do”

And without further explanation, he’d dropped to his knees.

He slid your bikini to the side once again, looking up at you with only adoration in his eyes.

“Baby you don’t have to” you tried to reason with him, but his mouth was already latched to your clit, and your hand had already flown to his hair.

He remained on your bud long enough to make you desperate, and then he started focusing on your whole core, his tongue lapping between your folds with what could only be described as feral hunger.

His come was everywhere, and yet he didn’t care, he was happy tasting the mix of your fluids, because that’s how Joel was- a nasty nasty man- only for you.

So much so that you felt his tongue enter your hole, simulating what he was doing just minutes before with his cock.

“Fuck-babe-”

Your moans were breathless, more like whines, like prayers.

You were looking at him as he was looking at you and Jesus... He looked fucking heavenly.

His hair all tussled from your fingers, his blown-out pupils, his never-stopping tongue-

“Joel” you cried, but he didn’t dare speak a word as he went back to your clit.

“Shit-baby- god!”

You had to tighten your hold on his hair as your orgasm crept up your body- and it was as you heard him groan with pleasure, as he sucked your clit into his mouth like a man starved, that it all came crumbling down, and you felt your body light on fire as your climax took over.

You were moaning and crying into the air for a good minute before you were sane again.

Only Joel hadn’t stopped eating you out for a single second, and even then, he looked like he had no intention of doing so

“Baby-baby” you whimpered, having to literally pull him away from your core.

He was smiling like a kid, and you couldn’t help but follow suit.

He put your bikini back in place, and then stood up, his hands lingering on your waist

“You’re crazy”

He couldn’t help but kiss you before answering,

“You make me”

#joel miller smut #julia is a whore

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i-cant-stfu · 2 months ago

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Just came in my pants

thinking about (somehow) waiting until marriage with art… he’s so adamant about it. wants to save himself and do right by god. so it’s years of tension, of handjobs and phone sex and heated make outs turned to art rutting against your pussy waiting for the day he can finally, finally take you. but he doesn’t rush marriage, he’s the perfect gentleman and waits until the perfect time and gets the perfect ring and proposes to you on a warm spring day. you’re married by late fall and art never, ever uses the lord’s name in vain but as soon as he sinks inside you for the first time all he can do is whine, “oh my fucking god.”

#art donaldson smut

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i-cant-stfu · 2 months ago

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NEEED A PART TWO

don't want you like a best friend

Description: James is nervous about his inexperience with girls. Luckily he has a best friend who's more than willing to help. (based on an idea formed in part by @amiableness. check out the post)

Pairing: best friend!James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: DESPERATE!james, inexperienced!james, blowjob (m receiving), porn with barely any plot

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: kind of muggle!au? doesn't really matter in the context of this though lmao

You walked into James's flat, quite pleased he'd given you a key. It was much easier to bother him whenever you pleased when you could just waltz in any time.

"James!" you called out, toeing off your shoes.

"In here!" he shouted back.

You followed his voice to his room, seeing him laying on his tummy watching tv. You ran up to his bed and flopping down on it next to him. He laughed in that squeaky, joyful way he only ever seemed to do around you.

"Hi," he greeted with a cheeky smile.

"Hi," you replied with an equal grin, then glanced at the television. "What are you watching?"

"Nature documentary about penguins," he responded simply.

You glanced up at him with a quirked brow. "Why?"

"Cause I like penguins," he shrugged.

"...we need to get you a girlfriend."

He went a little quiet, prompting you to look at him again. You tilted your head.

"James?"

He chewed his lip. "I– I do kind of have a date. Tomorrow."

"What?" you exclaimed, suddenly sitting up straight. "Who? Since when?"

His cheeks went a little pink. "Sirius set it up for me."

"Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I'm nervous!"

You chuckled softly, still in a bit of disbelief. The boy had been single for far too long in your opinion, especially considering how much girls threw themselves at him in school. He always said that it was just because he had high standards, but part of you was half-convinced he must be terrified of girls. Or commitment. Maybe both.

"I just... I can't believe it. Is she cute?"

He almost grimaced. Not a great sign.

"Uh oh," you snorted a laugh.

"It's not that she's ugly! She's... she is pretty, its just," he sighed, shrugging a little, "she's not really my type, I guess."

"At this point, I'm beginning to believe you don't have a type."

He frowned. "Hey."

"Just saying, James. You never date, and it's not for lack of girls who like you."

"I kind of have to like them back for that to work."

"You sure you're not scared of girls?" you asked with a laugh.

He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "No."

"Commitment?"

"No."

"...Sex?"

"Ugh, don't say that," he groaned, dropping his face against the mattress.

You laughed again. "Sounds like a yes. It's really not that scary."

"It's kinda scary," he mumbled against his comforter.

"James," you called quietly, resting your cheek on the mattress to look at him.

He turned his face towards you, his cheeks pink and his hair even messier than usual. His lips were slightly pouty. Frankly, it was absolutely adorable.

"Everyone but me has done it at this point. The furthest I ever got was touching a boob over clothes in fifth year."

You couldn't help but to laugh at that, causing him to whine your name in protest.

"Sorry..." you said, not all that apologetic. "It's just... cute. You get so flustered. It's really not a big deal."

"It is a big deal to me."

"Aw. I'm sorry, Jamie. I just mean that nobody's going to fault you for being inexperienced."

"They might!"

"No they won't."

"You don't know that."

"At any rate, I think it's sweet."

"But I'm not having sex with you," he argued, then snapped his mouth shut, his cheeks going even darker. "That sounds... I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you ran a hand through his hair, and he leaned into the touch. "I just mean to say that I'm sure if I think it's sweet, other girls would also probably think it's cute."

"I'm a man. I shouldn't be cute, I should be... strong and masculine. Hot."

"You're very hot, James."

He sighed, still pouting a little.

"Put that lip away," you muttered, tapping his bottom lip.

"You're being mean."

"No, I'm not."

"You're teasing me," he pouted again.

"What? How?"

"You're very hot, James," he mocked in an overly-high-pitched voice.

You snorted a laugh. "Heaven forbid I tell my hot best friend that he is, in fact, hot."

He fell quiet for a moment. "You really think so?"

"Of course I do."

"Mm," he hummed softly, then sighed. "Why can't there be more girls like you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, smiling curiously.

"You're always so sweet to me. I just wish there were more girls who act like you, cause then I could just... do it with them and not be so worried about it."

You raised your brows, trying to hold back another laugh. "Oh, really?"

"Don't tease me."

"I'm not. Just, why don't–" you stopped abruptly.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "What?"

"If you're so worried about getting your first time over with, then why don't you just do it with me?"

He looked like he got the wind knocked out of him in that moment, blinking a few times as if he was trying to wake up from a dream. He opened his mouth a few times, though no sound came out.

"I just mean that... you said you'd do it with a girl like me, so why not me? You trust me, I know what I'm doing, you know I won't judge," you listed off some reasons. "It could work, you know?"

"Cause you're... you're my best friend."

"And?"

"And friends don't do that."

"Friends do that all the time," you replied with a shrug.

"What?" he asked, looking totally mortified.

"Friends have sex all the time."

"Since when?"

"Since forever," you chuckled a little. "I'm not saying we have to. Just putting it out there, since you're so nervous about it and all."

"I–I don't..."

"You don't have to say yes."

"I know," he nodded, looking a little uncomfortable. "It's just... I don't think I'm ready to do all of that right now."

You smile a little. "I'm not saying I'd take you to pound town right now..."

"Ugh," he groaned.

"Sorry. I just mean to say that, if you wanted to, we could start slow. Work you up to the main event."

He chewed his lip, looking away from you. You sighed softly, then stood from the bed.

"Alright. Let's go and grab a snack or something and take your mind off all this. Stop stressing so much," you said, trying to grab his arm to pull him up.

He shook his head. "Can't."

"What? Yes, you can."

"No, I can't," he emphasized, his cheeks still dark.

"Why not."

He stared at you for a moment, then whined, dropping his head into the comforter again. He mumbled something into the fabric, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you when you mumble."

"You don't understand," he said, looking at you again with a pouty face. "You're not a guy."

"What the hell is that supposed to... Oh," your eyes widened. You let out a disbelieving, delighted little giggle. "Are you–"

"Please don't talk about it. It'll make it worse," he said quickly in his whiny little voice.

"Aww. Poor baby."

"Stop it."

"Let me see."

His eyes widened comically. "What?"

"Let me see. Come on, turn over," you giggle, trying to turn him.

"Lovie, no, I..."

"Please?" you pouted, knowing he could never resist it.

He whined. "Please don't. It's embarrassing."

"It's hot."

He gulped. "...It is?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of flattering, too. The fact that I barely suggested it and you got all excited."

"It's not my fault. I just... my brain started thinking..."

"Yeah, brains tend to do that," you joked, relishing in him being all flustered. It was so unlike his usual demeanor. "Come on, Jamie. I just want to see."

He swallowed, nodding a little awkwardly before he turned onto his back. You smirked a little to yourself at the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. You sat back on the bed right next to him, glancing back at his nervous face.

"Can I touch?"

"I... I don't know."

"Just over the pants right now."

He considered it for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, nodding.

"Okay," he said quietly, his hands balling into fists.

You smiled. "Relax."

You let your hand rest on his thigh first, watching him as his eyes trailed your every move. You slowly slid up his leg, teasingly, just so you could see him sweat a little at the thought of being touched for the first time. He was generally quite confident, but somehow missed out on anything and everything intimate outside of kissing.

He sucked in a breath as you reached his hip, looking as if he could pass out.

"Hey," you said gently, trying to catch his eye. "Take a deep breath. Relax. It's supposed to feel good."

He sniffed, nodding shakily. "Y-yeah. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Jamie. Just... relax. Okay?"

"Okay."

You let your hand move again, barely ghosting over his bulge, the tips of your fingers touching the fabric of his sweatpants. You looked up at his face. His cheeks were red, and his eyes were wide and almost glossy. His pretty, pouty lips were just barely parted as he waited in anticipation for your next move.

You lowered your hand, gripping him gently through his pants, forcing a shaky gasp through his lips. You smirked to yourself a little, stroking him through his pants.

"Feels good, huh?" you asked in a quiet voice.

He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a pathetic little moan. You chuckled at the sound, stroking him again. He was bigger than you expected him to be, but not terribly massive. His hips bucked into your hand, another soft whine coming from him.

"Aww. You like it, huh?"

He nodded, breath coming in short.

"Can I do a little more?"

"Uh..."

"I think you'll like it."

"M-maybe," he gasped out, looking utterly wrecked already.

"Can I take off your pants?"

He looked at your face again. "Huh?"

"Can I take them off? I wanna touch you," you stated simply.

He whimpered. "Um... For... for what?"

You furrowed your brow. "So I can feel you. I just want to touch your skin. It'll feel better for you, too. You touch yourself, right?"

"I... Y-yeah. Yeah, sometimes."

"And I assume you don't do it through your pants, right?" you laugh a little.

He merely swallows, nodding dumbly. "Right."

"So... Can I touch you like that? I won't do it unless you say yes."

"Oh..." he sucked in a shaky breath. "O-okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes."

You smiled, hooking your fingers in his sweatpants and underwear. "Hips up, please."

He followed your instructions easily, lifting his hips for you. You tugged everything down in one go, leaving it all pooled at his ankles on the bed. You nearly moaned yourself when you saw him, hard and leaky and ready. You traced his dick softly with your fingertips, impressed with him, and drawing another moan from his lips.

"So pretty, Jamie. Look at you."

"Don't... fuck," he gasped. "Don't say that."

"I mean it. Your cock is perfect."

He whimpered again, sounding like he could cry. You wrapped a hand around him, stroking him softly as hips bucked into your hand, soft moans and squeaks leaving him in utter desperation.

"P-please," he begged, staring at you as if you hung the stars.

"Please?"

"I... I don't know," he shook his head, his lip quivering.

"You need more?"

He sniffled, nodding quickly. "So bad. Please."

"Can I suck your cock, love?"

The sound that left his lips was utterly pornographic, his chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

"God..."

"That's not my name, baby," you stroke him again. "I need you to say yes if this is what you want."

"Y-yes. Fuck yes," he said, his hips still shifting under you, trying to get more friction from your hand.

"So needy," you chide jokingly, moving to settle between his legs.

He whined watching you climb between his legs, nearly hyperventilating at the sight and feeling of you kissing along his stomach with your hand pushing his shirt up.

"So pretty," he groaned, stroking your hair.

You smiled against his stomach, licking nearly up to his chest just to hear him make that sound again. You kissed back down his stomach, barely ghosting over the tip of his cock at you looked back up at him.

"Ready?"

He nodded, in a trance as he watched you. You kept his eye contact as you darted your tongue out, tasting him for the first time. He practically sobbed in pleasure, pulling on your hair slightly.

"Told you it would feel good, baby," you mutter, licking from base to tip as he squirmed under your touch. "Isn't this nice?"

"Mmmm..." he nodded, chest heaving.

"Good boy," you kissed his tip.

You stared up at him, smiling to yourself at his sweet little reactions as you started stroking him. He looked so adorable totally wrecked. Like he could pass out at any moment. You couldn't help but to want more.

You wet your lips, figuring you could probably fit most of him into your mouth in one go: so you decided to give it a go. You licked him once more, then shoved his cock down your throat, letting it hit far enough to make you gag.

He shouted, gasping for air before he fell into a puddle of moans and desperate praises of your name. You pulled off of him, but only for a second before you went back down, sucking on him as if your life depended on it. It felt like it did.

He gripped the fabric of his comforter, sobbing in pleasure as his hips jutted up into your mouth. You were about to pull off to make some sly remark, when he whimpered loudly, shooting his cum down your throat. You hummed around him, swallowing everything you could despite your utter surprise that he had finished so quickly. He whined and kept his grip tight in your hair until he was done, his seed dribbling past your lips as you couldn't quite swallow everything. You weren't sure if you'd ever witnessed someone cumming so much before.

You did your best to clean him off without making him overly-sensitive, and finally pulled off.

"Mm... Holy fuck, Jamie. You cum that much every time?” You ask, chuckling a little despite being wildly aroused.

He shook his head, sweaty and still whimpering.

"Awww," you cooed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You okay?"

"That... that felt..."

"What?"

"Best thing ever," he managed breathily.

You laughed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he uttered, a small smile on his face as he opened his eyes. "I... you're really good at that."

"Apparently too good," you snorted.

"Maybe," he nodded, then hummed softly in pleasure. "Sorry for cumming so fast."

"It was sweet."

"It's not sweet," he shook his head.

"I think so. You're so sensitive," you kissed his cheek.

He hummed again, then sighed softly. You watched him as he took a few steadying breaths before he moved his eyes back to you. He let his eyes linger on your form for several moments, then chewed his lip. He looked up at you, clearly debating something in his mind.

Then he smiled a little.

"Can I return the favor next time?"

#james potter smut #julia is a whore

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i-cant-stfu · 2 months ago

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Omg I read this yesterday and forgot to reblog 🙄

tenderly, tragically

Description: Silly, lifelong best-friendship leads to a lot of meaningless teasing. Though, sometimes teasing comes from a place of truth. It’s just that sometimes, those getting teased are the last to know why.

Pairing: Best friend!James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, some angst, smut 18+ (p in v, praise kink, whiny james, size kink, first time for both), drinking, its really idiots to lovers

Word Count: 7.8k (just fluff): 9.4k (smut)

A/N: smut is at the end, and there’s a warning before it starts since it’s kind of like an alternate ending/extra bit. if you JUST want fluff, it ends at a good point for that before the smut starts :) ALSO: as with all of my marauders fics, characters are aged up (19-20)

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“Jamie,” I squeal a laugh, chasing after him.

He laughs, continuing to out-run me. The bastard.

“Not my fault you’re slow,” he calls back. “Catch up, love, or you’ll get caught.”

I run harder, jumping on his back when I get close enough. We both knew he’d slowed down to let me get closer, but neither of us bothered to mention it. He laughed, holding onto my legs as they wrapped around his waist, slowing until he was walking.

“You’re going to get us caught, you know that?”

I snort a laugh. “Please. There wasn’t even anybody there.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, finally dropping me from his back, and instead slinging an arm around my shoulders.

“They could have, though.”

“But they didn’t,” I say pointedly. “Besides, Remus, Peter, and Sirius are still actually in the Slytherin dorms. Lousy look-outs we are because of you.”

He chuckles, walking us towards the stairs.

“They’ll be fine,” he shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Besides, I doubt even most of the Slytherins would object to a little prank on Snivellus.”

I hum, nodding a little. “I guess. Still. You’re a bad friend.”

“You ran too,” he accused, his brow furrowing. “Don’t go and pin all this on me.”

“You told me to run!”

“You didn’t have to listen!”

I scoff, shaking my head. He gives me an irritated look, but pulls me a little closer under his arm. We get into the common room, and without even asking, he starts ushering me to their dorm room.

“Why?” I ask, knowing he knows what I’m asking.

“Sue me for wanting to spend some time with my life-long friend,” he says, quirking a brow.

I push him away from me, but he doesn’t really let me get far. He opens his door, pushing me in first. I immediately flop onto his bed face-first.

“Not complaining now, are you?” he asks, laying next to me.

“Not my fault your bed is so comfy,” I say, my voice muffled by the mattress.

I feel the mattress dip, and look up to see him also turned on his stomach, right next to me.

“If you really wanted to get me alone this bad you could’ve asked,” I say with a wink.

He rolls his eyes, but a smile gives him away.

“Please. I know you’re secretly hoping for it, but we both know that’s never going to happen.”

“Me?” I laugh. “As if. What would I do with a quidditch player?”

He scoffs, an offended look on his face.

“I’ll have you know that I am very desirable, and half of that has to do with the fact I’m the seeker, thank you.”

I roll my eyes. “Uh huh. And what’s the other half?”

“You seen this face?” he asks, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Unfortunately I have.”

“You’re mean,” he says, a laugh breaking up his attempt to be offended.

He pushes me a bit, but I hardly budge. I laugh at his attempt, but apparently that was the wrong thing to do. He perks up, trying harder to fully push me off the bed, now.

“Hey!” I say in protest, fighting back against him.

He laughs, both of us practically fighting as he keeps trying to push me off. I see an opportunity a moment later and take it: I grab onto one of his arms with both of mine.

“Ha!” I say loudly. “Can’t push me off now unless you also fall off.”

He pauses, then an evil smirk comes onto his face. My face drops as I realize what he’s about to do. He scoots over, dropping both of us onto the ground. I squeal as we fall, and I end up taking the brunt of the fall as he lands on top of me.

“You should never threaten me with a good time. You know I can’t resist,” he says, not bothering to alleviate the pressure of his body pinning me down.

I groan. “You suck. I didn’t think you’d actually push both of us off just to get me.”

“Then you don’t know me very well,” he replies with a quirked brow.

“Please. I know you better than anyone and you know it.”

He opens his mouth to snark back at me, but the door opens before he gets a chance.

“You two are the worst,” Sirius says, clearly out of breath. Then, he scoffs as more footsteps follow behind him. “And look at this! They ran off on us to… Canoodle on the floor.”

I furrow my brow, pulling a face as I try to see him around James.

“Canoodle?” I repeat in disgust.

James finally starts getting off of me, kneeling on the ground next to me as I start pulling myself up. Remus and Peter give us a look.

“We’re not… canoodling, and you can blame Prongs for us ditching. He’s the one who took off running and told me I had to, too.”

Remus quirks a brow at that as Sirius goes to sit on his bed.

“You didn’t have to listen to him,” Peter pipes up.

“That’s what I told her,” James says, giving me a self-satisfied look.

I make a sour face at him, pushing his arm a little. He pushes me back, and I straighten up. Though, Remus must notice that look on me.

“Don’t you two start up again,” he says, pointedly looking between us. “If I have to watch you two flirt any more I might throw up.”

“We’re not flirting,” James grumbles. “She’s just fun to mess with.”

“Mm. And you’re just easy to win a fight against,” I add.

He looks at me quickly. “You didn’t win the last one.”

“Because you pushed us both off the bed!” I exclaim.

“Oh, shut it, you two,” Sirius says, his arm draped over his face. “We’ve been back for three days and you’re already acting up.”

I snort a laugh at Sirius’s annoyance, climbing back onto James’s bed. I sigh with my face in the pillows, feeling him climb over me to get to the other side a second later.

“You got us in trouble,” he whispers.

“Your fault, not mine,” I reply.

“You’re the one who insulted my perfect face.”

“You’re the one who pushed me first,” I argue back.

“Oi!” Sirius calls out again, leaving us both laughing.

Our first few weeks of school go off without a hitch. The boys continue pulling their little pranks, occasionally dragging me along with them. I settle into my space this year, glad to still have Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas as my roommates. We always tended to get along quite well.

I start reading a new book one night, absolutely enraptured with the story, probably even more so considering it’s helping me to avoid the homework that I really should be doing. I get through the first couple chapters before I notice Lily staring at me.

“What is it, Lils?”

“Can I tell you something?” Lily asks suddenly.

She looks around the room, seemingly to make sure the other girls are really gone for whatever she’s about to say.

I look at her over my book. “Sure.”

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

I nod. “Promise.”

She sighs, sitting up a little straighter. “I think I have a thing for someone… Well, for James.”

My eyes widen. “Really? You wanted nothing to do with him a little while ago.”

“I know. I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’m just bored or something, but I’ve been thinking about telling him.”

I nod. “Yeah. You should.”

“Really?” she asks, surprised.

“Why not?”

She smiles to herself. “Yeah. Why not? Do you think he’ll say it back?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe? He did have a crush on you before.”

She hums to herself. I laugh a little, shaking my head.

“I think I’ll do it tomorrow. Better to do it sooner than later, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I shrug noncommittally. I really just wanted to get back to my book.

“You don’t even care,” she groans after a moment.

“This is a really good book, Lils,” I laugh.

“Fine. I’ll stop bothering you.”

“Thanks,” I smirk to myself.

She scoffs again, though I know she isn’t really offended. I wish her good luck as we head off to our classes that day, knowing she was planning on telling James sometime in the morning.

I end up finding him later, though I try not to press for answers the second I do. We sit on the grass in the late afternoon, watching some first years play a little quidditch match for fun. It’s uncharacteristically warm outside, and the sun shines down on us. After half an hour of watching the kids play, I glance at James.

“I wanna show you something,” I say suddenly, standing.

James looks up at me in confusion. “I’d prefer not to move.”

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

“It’s a nice day. Sunny and no clouds. Please, just follow me?” I ask, almost whining. “Promise you’ll like it.”

He leans back on his hands. “How do you know?”

“Because I found a secret place in the woods, and you’ll be the first person besides me to see it,” I offer.

He quirks a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now get up.”

He grumbles to himself as he gets up, following me as we walk towards the woods. I start leading him through the trees towards the destination I had in mind.

“What were you even doing in here? It’s dangerous,” he says quietly.

“I was fine. Just had a long day and wanted to explore. It was in the daytime anyway,” I say matter-of-factly.

He hums to himself, clearly dissatisfied that I went out here by myself. But as I finally lead him to our destination, his annoyance wears off.

“Whoa,” he says, his eyes a little wide.

I smile. “See? Told you it would be worth your while.”

He looks on at the small clearing. There’s a little pond with clear water, the space in the trees allowing some sunlight to reflect on the water. It looks peaceful at least, and nearly-heavenly at best. I look at him expectantly.

“How’d you find this?” he asks, squatting by the water. He dips his hand it. “Whoa. It’s warm.”

I nod, still standing. “I found it when I was exploring, like I said. A few weeks ago. I charmed the water to stay warm, so I’ve been out here two or three times to swim. Thought I’d show you before it gets too cold.”

He smiles, standing up. “You want to go swimming? You didn’t bring any—”

His eyes widen as he finally looks at me. At this point, I’ve already started taking off my robes and my shirt.

“What?” I ask, brows furrowed. “You act like you’ve never been around me getting dressed. We’ve been friends since we were like six years old. Now, hurry up. Faster you get undressed, the faster we get to swim.”

He rolls his eyes at me, begrudgingly taking off his clothes, even though part of him still looks excited that I’d found such a nice little place.

I start wading in once I’m down to my underwear, the water feeling nice and warm in contrast to the slightly-cool air. I hear him come in after me in a moment, and turn to watch him.

“Nice, isn’t it?”

“Can’t believe you were hiding this from me,” he says, hiding a smirk.

“Oh, please,” I reply, floating on my back in the water. “You’re lucky I showed you at all. Nobody else knows about this. You should feel honored.”

I hear him hum and splash around a little, though my eyes are closed. I bask in the warmth of the sunlight on my face.

“Did Lils talk to you today?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah.”

I upright myself, looking at him as he aimlessly walks around in the water.

“And?”

He glances at me, giving a shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” I press, furrowing my brow. “What’s that supposed to mean? What did you guys talk about?”

“I have a feeling you already know,” he snorts a laugh.

I roll my eyes, wading closer to him. “So she told you?”

“Yep.”

“Well, what happened? What did you say?”

He sighs dramatically. “Does it matter?”

I splash him a little. “I’m gonna hear about it no matter what. She’s my roommate. Just wanted to know from you before I see Lily later.”

“Told her I wasn’t interested,” he says quietly, splashing me back a little.

I pause. “Why? You always had a massive crush on her.”

“Not in, like, a year,” he says.

“So you just rejected her?”

“I didn’t reject her,” he furrows his brows, looking away from me. “She told me she liked me, and I just told her I wasn’t into her like that. She didn’t ask me a question, so it wasn’t a rejection. Just being honest.”

I groan. “Jamie, she’s going to kill me. I’m the one who encouraged her to tell you.”

His eyes widened. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“I thought you liked her!”

He pauses for a moment, then splashes me again, this time fully soaking me. I scoff a laugh, in shock as the water hits me. I glare at him, then splash him back just as hard. He starts going on the attack, practically throwing the water at me repeatedly.

“You absolute tosser,” I say, continuing to splash back, though I can’t help but laugh.

I start backing up as we both continue, now laughing and barely able to see with how rapid-fire we’re going. Eventually, I turn and start running for the shore as much as I can while being chest-deep in water. I squeal as I hear him closing in on me.

“No, no, no,” I laugh, getting closer and closer to safety.

“Should’ve thought about trying to run a little harder, love,” James says back, still giggling to himself.

He catches up to me when the water is finally below my hips, and grabs around the waist, pulling both of us backwards. The water goes over our heads for a moment, and I gasp out a laugh as we emerge again. He sits us up in the pond.

I turn in his arms, smacking him lightly on the chest. “You’re awful!”

“You love me,” he smiles brightly, still sitting on the ground in the shallow water. He pulls me in a little closer. “You’re just mad that I won.”

“Still can’t believe you said you didn’t like her,” I say, brushing some of his wet curls away from his eyes.

“Not gonna lie to the girl,” he shrugs, swatting away my hand.

“Still. I thought for sure you’d be excited.”

“Hm. I don’t know. Maybe a couple years ago, but not anymore.”

“At this point I’m convinced you’re driving girls away on purpose. When was the last time you dated someone?” I laugh.

He looks at me, mockingly offended. “Excuse me?”

“What?” I exclaim, still laughing. “Last girl I remember seeing you with was some Ravenclaw a few quidditch wins ago, and even then, you were just sucking face because you were drunk.”

He finally pushes me away from him, trying to hide a smile. I chuckle, gaining my bearings, and finally landing comfortably on my knees in the water a foot away from him.

“You wouldn’t be so offended if I were wrong,” I tease.

“Yeah? And when’s the last time you dated somebody?”

I scoff. “You scare off every boy who tries to ask me out.”

“Cause they’re all ridiculous,” he states, making a face. “Are you seriously telling me you wanted to go out with that Johnny kid from Hufflepuff?”

I smirk. “Touché. But still, it’s not my fault I’m not dating anyone. You, on the other hand…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he quirks a brow.

“You’ve got all kinds of girls chasing after you. What’s your excuse?”

He pauses for a moment, then smirks. “Who else would waste all their time with you if I were too busy with some girl? You’d be all alone. I’m doing you a service by staying single.”

“Please. You and that ego, I swear,” I shake my head. “I have plenty of friends outside of you.”

“I’m the best one, though,” he says, a brow raised with a cocky smile.

I make a face, then splash him once more for good measure.

“That’s it,” he mumbles, tackling me.

I yell a little with a laugh as his arm wraps around my back and drops me onto the bank where the water was scarce. I keep my head propped up as much as I can, though the rest of me is still covered in a little bit of water. It doesn’t help that James is pressing me into the ground.

“Admit it. I am the single greatest person you’ve ever met.”

I laugh again. “In your dreams.”

“Not letting you up until you admit it.”

“Guess we’re stuck here forever, then,” I argue back.

“Guess so,” he says plainly, dropping his full weight on me. I groan, my breath getting squeezed from me. “Best to make myself comfortable, then.”

“You’re so heavy,” I whine.

He chuckles, just quietly observing me for a moment. I tilt my head in question as he doesn’t snark back. He swallows, a small smile still on his face, but a little bit of color now in his cheeks. My eyes widen a little bit.

“Jamie—”

He doesn’t give me a chance to get anything else out, his lips pressing to mine softly. I freeze, in shock at the sudden change of circumstance. My best friend is kissing me. He stays there for a moment, and only pulls away when he realizes I wasn’t kissing him back, his cheeks taking on a deeper shade.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…” he shakes his head, looking at me with his lips still parted. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

He gets off of me quickly, getting out of the pond and back to where we left our clothes. He casts a drying spell on himself and starts getting dressed. Meanwhile, I’m still in the water, feeling like I’m stuck. I swallow with a dry throat, turning to see him starting to pull on his pants. I finally get up, quickly moving towards him.

“Jamie—“

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he shakes his head, not looking at me.

I let out a frustrated groan. “We have to talk about that, James.”

“Not right now. Just,” he sighs, looking at me quickly. He takes out his wand again, casting that same drying spell on me. “Get dressed. We don’t want to miss dinner.”

I stare at him for a moment as he continues putting his clothes on, then finally move to get mine on. We finish getting dressed in an uncomfortable silence, that kiss playing on repeat in my mind. Why would he do that?

I look at him when I’m done to see him staring at his shoes, his hands shoved in his pockets. I walk nearer to him, though he takes half a step back when he notices. I furrow my brow.

“Don’t start that.”

“Start what?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“Pulling away from me,” I say, grabbing his arm and tugging him closer to me. “I don’t know what just happened, but I’m not going to lose you as a friend all because you—”

“I’m not pulling away from you,” he rolls his eyes. “I just— I don’t want to… I’m embarrassed. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

He scoffs. “Right, because there’s nothing embarrassing about trying to kiss your best friend while she looks at you like you’re crazy.”

I sigh. “I just didn’t know what was happening. You’ve never done anything like that before.”

He looks away, chewing at his lip. “Can we just forget about it? I really don’t… I didn’t mean to.”

I fall quiet for a minute, trying to gather my thoughts, but they’re all seeming to escape me. I let go of his arm, taking in a deep breath.

“You know I love you, right?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. I know.”

“Okay. Yeah, we can forget about it,” I nod. “You want to go get dinner, then? I heard a rumor they’ll have those apple tarts you like.”

He looks at me, smiling a little bit. “Yeah?”

I nod again, smiling back. “Would I lie?”

He chuckles a little, nodding towards the way we came into the woods. I start leading the way back out until we see the castle again. He catches up to me at that point.

“Sorry again,” he says quietly.

“About what?” I ask, raising a brow. “All I remember is us swimming around. Unless you’re apologizing for tackling me in the pond, in which case, you’re forgiven only if you get me some chocolate frogs next time we’re in Hogsmeade.”

He smiles a little. “Yeah. Promise I will.”

“Good,” I say, knocking into his shoulder a little.

He nudges me back. Of course. I go a little harder the next time I knock into him, until we’re both practically pushing one another over as we head towards the castle. He gives me a particularly hard shove, barely catching me by the arm before I actually fall to the ground. We’re out of breath from laughing when we finally get to the castle, feeling wonderfully back to normal by the time we reach the Great Hall.

We walk up to the marauders, taking our usual seat across from the three boys.

“Hey,” I greet.

“Where were you two for the past hour?” Sirius asks with a quirked brow.

I snort a laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would, considering we saw you wander off into the forest,” he says, leaning forward on his arms with a smirk.

I roll my eyes. “None of your business.”

“Always so secretive,” Remus says, stabbing a few potatoes on his fork before looking between us.

I glance at James who laughs as soon as we make eye contact. Though, I also catch another pair of eyes when I turn towards him, and wince a little. Lily looks at me with her brows furrowed from a little ways down the table. I shrug at her, unsure why she looks upset with me. She rolls her eyes, going back to her conversation with Dorcas. I sigh.

“Great. Now Lily’s mad at me because you had to go and turn her down,” I say to James.

Peter laughs. “He turned her down?”

“When did this happen?” Remus asks, looking much more curious now.

“You need to learn how to shut it,” James says to me, his voice a little high as he shakes his head.

“They would’ve found out anyways,” I say, barely feeling sorry at all.

I hold back from chuckling as James is pelted with questions from the boys, focusing more on my food and trying to ignore the occasional sour glance I get from Lily.

Though, I couldn’t escape her forever.

I walked into my room after a night of sitting around with the boys and Marlene in the common room. I thought I would be going to bed and falling asleep, but clearly it was wishful thinking. Lily stared at me from her bed as Marlene and I shut the door behind us.

I raised a brow. “Hi?”

Marlene looked between us, excusing herself to take a shower. The traitor.

“What the hell?” Lily said, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, what the hell? Why have you been giving me sour looks all day?”

She scoffed. “You told me to tell him, and you know what he did? Oh. Wait, of course you know. Because of course he already told you. Because of course—”

“Oh my god, Lily,” I roll my eyes, going to sit on my bed next to hers. “I’m sorry that I was wrong about how he’d react, but I had no clue. I thought he still had a thing for you.”

She huffs a sigh. “I should’ve known you were setting me up. What, do you like to see me embarrassed?”

“If I did, I would’ve gone along to watch it happen,” I say, annoyed at her attitude. “Sorry I was wrong, but I didn’t know. And you said you wanted to tell him, anyways.”

“You don’t seem to be that sorry considering you were back to hanging around him again all day.”

“He’s my best friend, Lily. I’m not going to ditch him because he didn’t have feelings for you,” I say, shaking my head.

She stands up suddenly. “Well, maybe you should. Maybe if you weren’t like… In love with him, you’d be a better friend to me.”

I stare at her in annoyance. “You need to get a grip. I wouldn’t have encouraged you to try telling him if I was ‘in love’ with him. We’re friends. You’re being insane.”

“Well, clearly he at least has feelings for you!”

I furrow my brow. “Excuse me?”

“Why else would he reject me?”

I laugh against my better judgement. “Are you serious? One boy doesn’t like you, so it just has to be because he’s in love with someone else? Lily, I love you, but that is the most egotistical thing you’ve ever said.”

“But you’re not denying it.”

“James isn’t in love with me. Have you considered that he just doesn’t like you anymore? It happens. People move on,” I say, sighing. “Just… Go to bed, Lily. This is a ridiculous and pointless argument.”

I lay back on my bed, closing my eyes while I wait to get into the bathroom. I hear Lily mutter something under her breath, but choose to ignore it. The more she got angry with me, the less I cared that she got her feelings hurt. I didn’t want to be unsympathetic, but it was getting hard to be concerned when I was blamed for a boy not liking her. Obviously James didn’t like me.

Obviously.

I think.

He did kiss me.

I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment. James didn’t like me, did he? He’d never shown interest in me before. That kiss probably just happened because he was confused. He wanted to forget about it, anyways, so clearly that had to mean he didn’t mean it. And I didn’t feel that way about him anyways, so it didn’t matter.

Except, I did feel my heart pound a little differently when he looked at me before the kiss.

I didn’t hate the way his lips felt.

Seeing him smile at me on the walk back did give me a few butterflies.

But, no. That’s nothing. He’s my best friend, I wouldn’t suddenly start feeling that way about him. I couldn’t. It’d be ridiculous.

It’s not like I’d spend the rest of the night thinking about him. Except that I did. A lot.

I woke up the next morning, feeling like I was going insane. I’d never felt that way about him before. Of course, I always though he was attractive. How could anybody look at him and not think he was gorgeous? But there was never anything more besides friendship. So why could I not stop thinking about him?

My eyes feel heavy as I sit in my last class of the day, James trying repeatedly to mess with me throughout the class. With five minutes left, he leans in closer. Since when did he start smelling so good?

“Hey,” he says quietly, drawing my attention. “What’s wrong? You’re not getting mad at me.”

“Just tired, Jamie,” I shrug, staring at the notes on the chalkboard that I haven’t copied down.

“That’s a lie. I can tell.”

I sigh. “Have you ever… Has anyone ever told you something about yourself that you thought wasn’t true, and then… And then you realize they might be right?”

He furrows his brows. “How do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Like, let’s say someone tells you that you like strawberries, when you’ve never liked strawberries. But then you think about every time you’ve had a strawberry, and you realize that you actually really did like strawberries. A lot more than you thought you did. Like… you realize strawberries are your favorite fruit.”

He stares with a confused look, tilting his head. He reaches up, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead.

“Are you feeling alright?”

I lean away from him, rolling my eyes. “Cut it out.”

He smiles, nudging me slightly. “Can’t say I’ve had that experience, no.”

I groan. “This sucks.”

“Why can’t you just tell me what actually happened?” he asks. He pouts. “Please?”

I smile at him, trying hard to be annoyed, but finding it difficult. God, I’m in trouble.

“I just can’t. It’s… private.”

“You never keep secrets from me.”

“I don’t even know what secret I’m keeping just yet,” I sigh, resting my chin in my hand. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Aw,” he coos. “You say that like you aren’t already.”

I push him, laughing softly, though we both straighten up when the professor reprimands us. We give a quick apology, still smirking at each other the next time we catch one another’s eye.

The next days pass by in a blur as I come to terms with what I’ve been feeling. It doesn’t help that I couldn’t talk to anyone, especially since Lily was still mad at me. Now, though, I couldn’t blame her as much. She somehow realized I was into him before I did.

“Hey,” Remus says, coming up to me as I sit in the common room. “It’s late. Why are you still here?”

“Why are you?”

He shrugs, sitting next to me. “Can’t sleep. Moon’s coming in a couple days.”

I hum in acknowledgement. “Gotcha.”

He settles into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks sideways at me as I stare into the fire.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Cause I can’t tell anybody.”

He scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. You’ve been off for days. James keeps complaining about how you’re not spending time with him as much.”

I shake my head, not responding.

“You need to talk to someone about this.”

“Can’t.”

“Bullshit.”

I look at him. “Seriously. I can’t talk to Jamie about it, Lily’s still mad at me, and Marls and Dorcas are too gossipy.”

“You can talk to me,” he shrugs.

“You wouldn’t get it, though.”

“Try me.”

I let out a breath. “You have to promise this stays a secret.”

He nods. “Promise.”

“Okay,” I say under my breath. “Okay. So, um, Lily got really mad at me the other day because of the whole…. Confession thing. And I didn’t understand why, and she started accusing me of things, and obviously I disagreed… But then something she said kind of stuck with me.”

“She’s just mad. Don’t listen to her,” Remus says, shaking his head. “You know how she gets when she’s in one of those moods.”

“But I think she was kind of right,” I sigh. “That’s the problem. She thinks… She told me she thought I was into James. And not like friends, like really into him.”

Remus’s eyes widen a little. “And… are you?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past week, and… I think I might be.”

“Whoa. I know we always tease you two for how close you are, but I never thought you…”

“I know,” I groan, my face in my hands. “And I know I haven’t been hanging out with him as much as usual because of it, but I don’t know what to do. How do you tell your best friend that you suddenly realized you’re in love with him?”

He doesn’t answer, just reaches over and gives me a hug. I accept it, sighing a little.

Our next week goes over just like that. I don’t avoid James by any means, but I try not to always be alone with him. I do find more opportunities to talk with Remus about it all, though, and it helps. Just to have someone to listen to me as I complain about my feelings. I do the same for him when he has troubles, though mine seem silly in comparison. He always tells me not to compare, though.

Unfortunately, though, as much as those chats help me process my feelings, they don’t help me get over those feelings at all. If anything, they only grow the more I think about James.

It’s super annoying.

Even more annoying is Lily’s smug look when I tell her about my feelings for James. I expected her to be mad at me, but she did something worse: she laughed at me.

“I knew it!”

“How? I didn’t know!”

“Because you are so obvious,” she shakes her head.

I scoff. “I’m clearly not that obvious or else you wouldn’t have told me you had a crush on him.”

“Alright. Fair enough,” she quirks a brow. “But still.”

I roll my eyes, walking over to hug her.

“Sorry about that. If I knew I had a crush on him I wouldn’t have told you to go for him.”

“Sorry back,” she says. “Shouldn’t have gotten mad at you that he told me no.”

“I agree,” I laugh.

She whacks me in the arm, laughing back.

I try to go about my life as usual over the next couple of weeks. There’s no sense in making myself miserable or drawing attention to my small shift in behavior. I find myself still doing most of the same things I always did. Just a bit more carefully.

I sit with the boys at dinner, laughing at their stupid jokes and the plans they have for pranks. I finish my food, pushing the plate away from me, and listening in on a conversation being had between Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

“You know, those three plan on being out all night,” James says quietly, leaning close to me as he watches the three boys talk.

I raise a brow. “Yeah? Doing what?”

“They wanted to just be out of the castle for the night. Think Sirius and Remus are going to the shrieking shack, and Peter is sneaking out to go meet up with some other friends in Hogsmeade, I guess.”

“And you aren’t running off?”

He shakes his head. “Told them I’d stay behind. Thought me and you could have a sleepover. Like old times.”

I chuckle. “It has been a while.”

“I think close to a year. They’re always in my space,” he says, feigning annoyance. “But it’ll just be us tonight, if you want.”

I push down whatever feeling rises in my chest at that and agree, despite my better judgement.

He pulls me into his room that night, immediately going to the foot of his bed, looking at me like he’s about to change my life.

“I brought something a little… fun,” he smiles, opening up his trunk to show me his secret stash of drinks. “Thought we might finally crack it open.”

I laugh. “And you didn’t think to tell me sooner?”

“Hey, we’ve had plenty at the Gryffindor events,” he smiles. “This is just for us. Our secret.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m the greatest.”

We find ourselves on his floor after a few drinks, feeling fuzzy and happy. We talk about nothing for hours, occasionally passing a bottle between us.

“Maybe we should do this more often,” he says, smiling up at the ceiling. “I miss spending time with you like this.”

“We’re always together.”

“You spend a lot of time with Moony lately. Not fair, I want you all to myself,” he chuckles, poking my side.

I laugh, poking him back. “I’m still all yours. Love Moony so much, but you’re still my favorite I think. Now, if Sirius decided to start hanging around me more, then you’d be in trouble.”

He giggles, his cheeks rosy. I watch him carefully, feeling warm in the face myself, but for a different reason.

“You have a really cute laugh,” I say before I can think about it.

He looks at me with a smile, his tongue poking out between his teeth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“You’ve never told me that before.”

I shrug. “I should’ve.”

He stares back at me for a moment, giving me a little silly smile. He leans over me, propping himself up with his forehead next to my head. He leans down, much like he did that day we went swimming. But this time I kiss him back. My hand finds his cheek, holding him gently as I let him work his lips against mine. I can’t deny the warmth that spreads over me or the butterflies I feel this time.

This time it lasts for a few minutes, neither of us bothering to pull away. Whether that’s because he actually likes it or because we’re both drunk and don’t know any better, I don’t know. I also don’t care.

He finally pulls away after a little while, still giving me that smile as if he didn’t just take all the air in my lungs away from me.

“We can pretend that one didn’t happen, either,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, unsure what to say. I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, but I couldn’t tell him that without outing myself. I settle for the way his hand mindlessly reaches for mine as we go back into conversation like nothing ever interrupted us in the first place. Eventually, we move to his bed, preferring the softness of the mattress and pillows over the hard ground.

“Can I ask why you’ve been spending all your time with Remus?” he asks during a lull in the conversation, playing with my fingers as he does.

“Just became better friends recently, I guess,” I say, glancing at him. I admire his face for a moment before snapping out of it. “Some stuff I can talk to him about that I haven’t been able to tell anyone else. It’s been nice to have someone to listen.”

“I could do that for you. You didn’t have to go to him.”

“Not this time, Jamie. It’s… different.”

“How?”

“It just is,” I sigh. “I’ve had too much to drink for us to be having this conversation, James.”

He whines. “Please? I just want to know.”

“No. Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but not now.”

He grumbles, turning over and resting his head on my chest. His arm rests over my stomach. I just hope and pray he doesn’t feel how hard my heart starts beating when he does.

“Play with my hair?” he asks, his voice a little muffled.

“Okay,” I reply softly, running my fingers through his messy hair. “This okay?”

He nods a little. “Mhm. Thanks.”

We don’t wake up until the next morning, still stuck in that same position.

I find myself with Remus again the following night. I sit on a chair, and he lounges on the couch, trying not to judge me for putting myself in that situation. I don’t tell him about the kiss, but he hears about everything else.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” he says after a beat of silence when I finish explaining. “You either need to tell him, or put some distance between you.”

“I tried that today.”

“I know,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s all James could talk about. Complaining the whole day that you weren’t eating with us or not going to the library when we were.”

“See? I feel like nothing I do is right in this situation,” I say, feeling defeated. “Like, how am I supposed to keep spending time with him like everything’s normal when I’m practically floating every time he so much as looks at me. It’s pathetic. And I can’t just ignore him, cause then he goes and bugs you all.”

“Maybe you just need to—”

“Hey,” James’s voice calls from behind us.

I look at him, noticing the annoyed look on his face. It doesn’t seem like he’s overheard us, but I can’t tell why he looks so irritated. Usually he’d be annoyed if I didn’t bother with them all day, but he looks… mad. I quirk a brow.

“Hey,” I say, confused.

He doesn’t reply, looking a little upset and a little lost. I turn back to Remus after a moment of silence, our conversation effectively being cut short. I stand up quickly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say to Remus, starting to walk past James in order to get to my room.

“What’s going on?” James asks, grabbing my upper arm.

I turn around quickly. “What?”

He clenches his jaw, then looks at Remus. “Moony, we need a minute.”

Remus goes to argue, but drops it quickly when he sees James looking more serious than he ever has. He gets up, giving me a sympathetic look before he heads towards the boys’ dorms. I glare at James as he hasn’t let go of my arm yet.

“Why did you do that?”

“Why are you with him again?”

I scoff. “You mean our friend? Did you ever think maybe we were talking?”

“That’s the problem,” he says, dropping my arm.

“How is that a problem? I’m going through something and he’s just trying to help—”

He sighs harshly, looking around like he’s lost. He looks back at me with his brows furrowed.

“I don’t get it,” he says, practically whining. “You never keep things from me, and now you’re telling Moony all of your secrets and ditching me for him and… And I don’t understand it. We’re supposed to be best friends.”

“We are, Jamie, there’s just some things that I can’t—”

“Why not?” he swallows, tears starting to prick his eyes. “Why can’t you tell me? You never do this. We tell each other everything.”

I freeze for a moment, my mouth drying up as I look at him. I want to reach out for him and hold him and make him feel better. But I also want answers, because it’s his fault that everything got screwed up. He didn’t have to reject Lily. He didn’t have to kiss me when we were swimming. He didn’t have to do it again on his bedroom floor. He didn’t have to treat me like I was the most important person in his life.

“Then tell me why you kissed me,” I blurt out.

He shakes his head a little. “I don’t know.”

“Then figure it out! You don’t just get to kiss me and then act like you just did it for no reason.”

His chest heaved from his breathing, staring at me. His cheeks tinged pink again as he took a moment.

“I—I just wanted to. I don’t know. You were there and you were looking at me like that and you just…” he huffed a sigh. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

“Why?” I asked, frustrated.

“Because,” he said back, his tone matching mine. “Because I always want to kiss you and I slipped up and did it one time—”

“You did it twice!”

“Okay! Two times,” he exclaims. “We promised we would just forget about it.”

“And what exactly is that even supposed to mean?”

“You’re so fucking oblivious,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes. “God, what do I have to do to make you understand that I’m—”

I wait as he stops talking. “That you’re what?”

“I’m in love with you. I have been forever, and you’ve never cared,” he says, letting out a shuddering breath. “And now you’re spending all of your time with Remus. And it’s so embarrassing that I’m sat here hopelessly in love with my best friend of over ten years while she’s running around with another one of our friends.”

“Running around with him? We sit in the common room and talk because you’re fucking infuriating!”

“Oh, so you’re gossiping about me?” he asks, voice raising as mine does once again.

“Not gossiping, just—”

“Just what?”

“I’m in love with you, too, you fucking tosser!”

He looks angry for a few moments, then it switches to confusion, then shock, and possibly the five stages of grief before he finally lands on raised brows and an open mouth.

“You what?” he exclaims.

“You’re so annoying,” I say, groaning. “Yeah, Lily had to go and tell me I was in love with you, and she always has to be fucking right about everything, doesn’t she?”

“Are you listening to yourself right now?” he asks incredulously, furrowing his brows. “You just told me you loved me.”

“I’m aware, James,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Well… Did you mean it?”

“Obviously,” I say, shaking my head at him like it was a dumb question.

“You’re so dumb,” he says under his breath.

Before I can say anything else, he’s moving forward, his hands on my cheeks as he crashes his lips into mine. I melt into him, this kiss being way more passionate than the one we shared the night before. I hold onto his waist, letting him deepen the kiss, though it only lasts for a minute or two after that.

He pulls away. “You’re infuriating. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You didn’t tell me anything, either!”

“I kissed you twice!”

I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t count. You said we should forget about both times.”

“Only cause I thought that’s what you’d want,” he defends, making an annoyed face.

I try to be angry, but it’s a difficult task. I reach up, running a thumb over his furrowed eyebrows.

“So grumpy,” I mutter. “Just told you I was in love with you. You’d think you’d at least try to be happy.”

He scoffs a laugh, pulling me into a hug, his face buried in my neck.

“I’ve never been happier.”

We hear footsteps coming down a few moments later.

“You owe me ten galleons,” Sirius’s voice says.

I look over James’s shoulder as he keeps holding onto me, not caring that our friends are right there.

“You were betting on us?” I ask.

Sirius nods with a smirk. “And Peter just lost. He thought you’d take until the end of the year to get together. I said it’d be in this term.”

“I didn’t bet,” Remus says from behind Sirius, holding his hands up in surrender with a small smile. “Glad you worked it out, though.”

I smile at them, shaking my head and turning my attention back on James again. He looks at me finally.

“I’m glad, too,” he says quietly. “Think I might’ve combusted if I had to keep pretending I didn’t want you like that.”

“Didn’t do a great job at covering for it, though. Still kissed me twice.”

“You say like you didn’t love it,” he smirks with a wink.

————-> SMUT STARTS HERE. 18+ <-————

James finally pulls away, taking my hand in his.

“Good, now that you’re all out the room, if you’ll excuse us…” he says, pulling me past the boys who all groan in disgust.

I giggle as he practically runs to his room with my hand in his, kissing me the second the door is shut and locked. I smile into the kiss, my arms around his neck. He starts kissing my cheek and jaw after a few minutes.

“Hope you’ve been feeling the tension as much as I have, cause I could probably cum in my pants right now if you asked me to,” he says casually, as if it wouldn’t send a wave of arousal down my body.

“Oh my…” I trail off as he bites at my neck softly. “Are we gonna…?”

He pauses, his eyes wide. “Oh. I probably should’ve asked before I assumed, huh?”

He winces a little at his own excitement, cheeks tinged pink.

“Sorry.”

I smile softly. “That’s okay. I— I want to, I just didn’t know if that’s what the plan was.”

He smiles again brightly, kissing me once more. He giggled against my lips, then starts backing me towards the bed.

“I really do love you. Kind of embarrassing, really. I think I have forever,” he says softly, laying me down on the mattress and crawling over me.

I let out a soft breath. “Embarrassing for me, I think. I didn’t even realize until someone else told me I did.”

He laughs again, starting to kiss down my neck.

“I kind of always wanted you to be my first time, to be honest,” he says against my skin.

I pause, realizing what’s really happening. “Oh. Oh my god.”

“What?” he asks, leaning up to start unbuttoning my shirt.

“Wait, have you never… You haven’t done this either, have you?”

“Not all the way,” he shakes his head, then looks at me with wide eyes. “Is that okay?”

“That’s okay. I haven’t either. Just… You know. I’ve done some hand stuff but that was it.”

He looks at me again, then starts laughing a little. I find myself laughing right back as reality sets in for both of us.

“We’re gonna take each others virginity,” I say, still laughing a little. “Oh my god.”

He snorts a laugh. “Didn’t wake up this morning thinking this would happen, that’s for certain.”

I smile. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he teases, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose.

I watch as he finishes taking off my shirt, getting up just enough to help him pull it and my camisole off completely. He sits back on his knees, staring at me for a moment.

“You alright, Jamie?”

He nods. “Doing great, love.”

He starts taking off his own shirt, then. As many times as I’d seen his arms and chest, you’d think I wouldn’t still feel amazed seeing him in just his trousers… But I couldn’t stop staring, either. He leaned back in, kissing me again. I let my hands run over his arms and back, having free reign to do so and enjoying it. He nipped at my lip, a little noise leaving me and making him smile against my lips. I do the same to him, both of us ending up grinning at each other again.

“This is nice,” I say quietly. “Doing this with you, it’s nice. I like that we don’t feel like we have to act… sexy.”

“Well, that because it’s never an act for me, love,” he winks with a smirk.

I pull him back down with a giggle, though the smile is wiped from my face when he rolls his hips into mine. Feeling him hard for me for the first time leaves me a little breathless, especially when he’s grinding into me. I small groan leaves me when he does it again.

“Like it when you do that,” he says into my ear, doing it again just to get another reaction out of me. “I like those little sounds you make. So pretty.”

I find myself breathing heavily, my hands squeezing between our bodies to start unbuckling his belt. He gets the hint and sits up, pulling it off himself.

“Get out of those, yeah?” he says, nodding at my bottoms as he works himself out of his.

I comply immediately, shimmying out of my trousers and tossing them onto the ground. He gets back on top of me as soon as we’re both one layers closer to what we really want. I let my hand slide into his underwear as he stars kissing at my neck again, letting out a shuddering breath when I finally feel him. He whimpers into my neck as I start stroking him, rutting his hips into my hand.

“Feel so good, love,” he says, voice whiny and desperate.

I groan back, especially as one of his hands slides under the band of my panties to slip a finger into me. I feel myself growing hotter, kissing him and swallowing the moans he lets out as my hand keeps working him over.

“Shit, Jamie,” I moan as he adds a second finger.

“Good for you?” he breathes out.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Yes. Very.”

I whine as he gets me closer to the edge, his hips doing all the work as my hand stopped moving up and down his length. He adds pressure to my clit with his thumb, sending me careening over the edge with praises and his name on my lips.

He pulls his hand away from me suddenly.

“Can’t wait any longer, love,” he says, voice wrecked.

He slides my panties off my legs as I take my bra off. Then, I watch with wide eyes as he pulls his underwear off, his cock bigger than I was expecting by far. I knew he felt big, but seeing him was entirely different.

“Fuck,” I say, staring at him. “Don’t know if I can take that, Jamie.”

“Yeah, you can, love,” he nods, settling between my legs and kissing me softly. “You can take it, baby.”

He pushes himself up just enough for both of us to see him rubbing his head through my slick before prodding at my entrance. He starts pushing in slowly. I let out a loud groan, my eyes shutting.

“Shh, just relax, love,” he says, lips hovering over mine. “You’re doing so good. Taking it so well, baby.”

He whimpers against my lips as he keeps pushing in slowly.

“So big, Jamie,” I moan, watching him disappear inside of me.

“I know, baby,” he says, a few more little noises spilling from his mouth. “I know, but you’re being so good. My good girl.”

He bottoms out, both of us panting and holding onto each other as I adjust to the new feeling. It hurts a little, but not in a bad way. Especially when he starts moving. That bit of pain makes way for a lot of pleasure once he starts rocking into me at a steady pace, whining and moaning into my ear.

“S’good, Jamie. You feel so good,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“So good for me, baby. Squeezing me nice,” he whines, pinning me down under the weight of his body. “Good girl. So proud of you taking me so well.”

“Gonna cum again,” I say, feeling it building in my stomach again.

“Me too, baby. Just a little more,” he says, pressing his face into my neck again. “Don’t want to be done so soon, but you feel so perfect. You’re so good for me.”

I moan at his ramblings of praise, his words only causing me to get closer to that peak again. I hold onto him tightly, my body wrapped around his as he fucks into me like we’d done it a million times before. I speak his name over and over and over again as I crash down, my eyes rolling back from the intensity of the orgasm, and the fact that he doesn’t stop fucking me through it.

Though, near the end of my peak, he moans out a hundred more praises, my name falling from his lips as I feel him fill me up with his cum. He whimpers again against my skin as he finishes, not stopping the movement of his hips until he’s visibility overstimulated.

We breathe heavily, holding onto one another tightly as we come down from our highs, his hair sticking to his forehead as he leans in to kiss me softly again.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

I breathe out, a small smile on my face. “You… Yeah. Oh my god. I thought the first time was supposed to be bad.”

“It was perfect for me. But I barely lasted, it couldn’t have been that great for you,” he says, looking a little disappointed that he might not have done a good job for me.

I shake my head. “You still made me come harder than I ever have. You were incredible, Jamie. I mean it.”

He smiles softly. “I’m gonna have to kick them out of here more often. I might be addicted now.”

“And we have more things to try,” I add. “Can’t let this happen only once a week or something. Too much to figure out, I think.”

He giggles again. “Like what?”

“I’d really like you in my mouth next time.”

His smile drops. He starts nodding quickly. “Yes. Yeah, I’ll kick them out at two in the morning if you ask. Whatever you want.”

I laugh, pulling him into another kiss.

“Now, we have to figure out that contraceptive spell, or else we might be in some trouble,” I say with a smile.

“Sorry about that,” he smirks, clearly not sorry. “I’m sure Sirius knows it.”

“Please. As if he isn’t fucking Remus whenever those two run off to the shrieking shack.”

James’s eyes widen. “What?”

I snort a laugh.

“And you called me the oblivious one.”

#james potter smut #julia is a whore

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i-cant-stfu · 2 months ago

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do it for me

quote: “Like every serial killer already knew: eventually, fantasizing just doesn’t do it for you anymore”

Pairing: Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut!! (p in v, dirty talk, etc) it’s porn with little to no plot aka mdni

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this is self indulgence at its finest

“Hey, study partner,�� you sang out, giving Dave a cheeky smile as you opened the door of your apartment.

“Hey,” he gave a polite, though slightly nervous, smile back.

You’d been paired together in your speech 101 class to complete a “group speech”. Though, at first you were certain you’d gotten the short end of the stick when you realized you were the only group of two in the class. Not to mention you got paired up with the quiet, kind of dorky guy.

It only took two study sessions for your mind to change entirely.

His dorkiness quickly became endearing, especially when you realized just how cute he was up close. His messy hair and stupid glasses were stupidly attractive. He was surprisingly jacked under all the layers he normally wore. And, god, his eyes.

If he looked at you with his eyes all wide and innocent-looking one more time, you were certain you’d end up jumping him.

All of that, paired with how cute and blushy he got any time you flirted with him, was the perfect storm: you needed him bad.

You opened the front door of your apartment a little further, allowing him inside. He shuffled just past you, dropping his bag unceremoniously in order to pull off his shoes. You leaned against the wall to observe him as he did, finding yourself watching his every move like a hawk as of late. It was hard not to. You’d certainly had enough dirty dreams in the weeks prior, leading to even dirtier thoughts guiding your hand every time you go that familiar feeling fluttering in your stomach.

You only snapped out of it when he turned to you, his cheeks flushing a bit as he realized you were watching him. Only, you weren’t so nervous. You never were one to shy away from a crush. You merely smiled at him, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing his arm.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your room.

“W-what?” he blushed harder, quickly grabbing his bag as you pulled him along. “What about the… the living room?”

“My roommate is watching a movie in there with her boyfriend tonight,” you stated, omitting the fact that you asked her to occupy the space that night so you’d have an excuse to get him in your bedroom.

“Oh…”

“It’s okay. My bed’s comfier anyway. Trust me,” you smirk over your shoulder, loving the fact that you could practically read what went through his mind in that moment.

That was the other thing you found yourself liking about Dave: you could read him like a book. Any time he was nervous, he fiddled with his hands. Any time he was stressed about class, he buried a hand in his hair roughly. And any time he was thinking dirty thoughts, those cute, pouty lips of his opened slightly and his eyes got all wide and round. Not to mention, he’d suck in a shaky breath. It was fucking endearing and horrifically sexy.

And he was doing it right then.

You turned over how you’d get your way as you pulled him into your room, though you knew it probably wouldn’t be hard. He obviously thought you were hot, and you still had plenty of time to do work on the speech before he’d leave.

You let go of him at last, shutting the door behind the both of you. You then shuffled over to your bed, sliding off your slippers before you got onto your bed, kneeling on the soft mattress. You patted the spot next to you, trying not to smile at the fact that he was looking at you as if he was thinking a little too hard about something else again. After a beat, though, he obeyed.

“Attaboy,” you mumbled, just to get another reaction out of him.

He cleared his throat, settling in uncomfortably. “So… Uh…”

“So…” you tilted your head in question, leaning in a little closer to him.

“Uh…” he gulped, looking down at you as you were mere inches from him. “Uh… We’re… Our topic is about killer whales, right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking your lashes at him. “Guess we gotta figure out how we’re doing it, huh?”

“What?” he squeaked out.

You grinned a little, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath when he finally pulled his head out of the gutter.

“Oh. Right. Right, yeah. How to… how to do it,” he nodded, too quickly to be natural. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at.”

“That’s alright. No worries,” you smiled sweetly, resting a hand on his thigh gently.

He stiffened up physically, and you could only imagine the same happened in his pants. You squeezed his leg for a little extra emphasis.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Mm… Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

He nodded a little, glancing briefly at your chest. You were in.

“Hey,” you said softly, rubbing up and down his leg. “You don’t need to act so shy. I don’t bite that hard.”

He blinked a few times, chewing on his lip. “I’m just… a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well… It’s just that… I mean that, that you’re–”

You chuckled to yourself. “I’m totally fucking with you, by the way.”

“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched.

“I said I’m fucking with you,” you repeated, sliding your hand up to his crotch. “Ooh. Someone’s excited, huh?”

“Uh…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He paused, breathing heavy. “I don’t know.”

You laughed fully, moving your hand away again. He breathed out a sigh of relief, though you made sure to stop his relaxation in its tracks. You swung a leg over his hips, settling down onto his lap. He groaned, his hands grabbing at your thighs immediately.

“What are you doing?” he breathed out, clearly not protesting it.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks, Lizewski. You can’t seriously be that oblivious,” you muttered before smashing your lips into his.

He let out a shuddering, whiny moan into your lips, kissing you back like he’d been dreaming of it. You hoped he had been. You nipped his lip, getting him to open up for you to slide your tongue against his. He gripped your thighs and hips, his hands greedy as they wandered over your body.

“You’re so pretty,” he gasped out as you moved your lips across his cheek and down his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You hummed happily, moving your lips down his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin, drawing out a million little sounds from his lips. You nipped at him, then sucked hard on his skin, determined to leave a mark. He moaned your name, squeezing your ass with both hands, relishing in the feel of your body beneath your thin shorts.

“Shh, baby,” you mumbled, licking over the new mark on the base of his neck. “There. Looks real pretty.” “Shit,” he whimpered, trying like hell to move your hips over his.

“Desperate,” you whispered into his ear, obliging him with a roll of your body.

He moaned softly, needy and clearly wanting more. But you wanted to see how far you could push him. You rolled your hips again and again over the obvious erection straining against his baggy jeans. You couldn’t imagine it felt great, but all the same, he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his shaggy hair tickling the underside of your jaw.

“How’s it feel, baby?” you teased.

He merely groaned, staying silent for a few moments. “I… it kind of hurts. But please don’t stop.”

“Here,” you said, going up on your knees. “Pull your jeans down. It’ll feel better.”

He gulped, but quickly obliged your request. He clumsily pulled his jeans down his legs, clearly wanting and ready despite the fact that he looked like a deer in the headlights. You lowered yourself back down, grinding against him once more. He whined softly, guiding your hips with his eyes glued to where your bodies met through the fabric.

“Have you ever done anything like this?” you asked, a little amused at how excited he was.

“Only once… high school girlfriend…” he muttered in response.

You chuckled softly. “Poor boy.”

He groaned, continuing to move you over his nearly-painful erection. You kissed down his neck, leaving a few marks for him to remember you by when he went to bed that night. He continued letting soft, pathetic noises fall from his lips, practically panting at this point.

“You getting close already, Lizewski?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.

He merely nodded, his hands gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. He breathed into your neck, chasing his release. But you couldn’t have that.

“You want more, don’t you?” you asked softly, winding your hand in his hair to give it a little tug.

He nodded his head, staring at you with a slack jaw.

“Okay, angel. What do you say?”

“P-please,” he whimpered softly.

You smiled to yourself, moving up on your knees and quickly working at the belt of his jeans. He swallowed, starting at your hands as they undid the button and zipper next. He hummed shakily, watching you push his jeans down ever-so-slightly.

“You think you can manage to pull those off so I can get my shorts off?”

He nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you patted his leg, then rolled off of him to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, not wanting to wait any longer.

You’d been patient for what felt like ages now, not jumping on the guy out of respect. But you were only a woman, and you could only put off your desires for so long: especially when he clearly wanted you just as much.

You kept your eyes on him as he pushed his briefs off, laying back on the bed with his chest heaving and hair messy around him. His cock was hard and ready and so gorgeous. He wasn’t massive or anything, but between the coloring and his shape, you were certain it was the prettiest you’d seen. The slightest curve pointing towards his tummy that was now partially exposed from his shirt riding up.

“Wow.”

“What?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you with wide, wet eyes.

You smirked at his desperation. “You’re just really pretty like this.”

He whined softly, obviously trying not to look at your exposed lower half as you crawled towards him on the mattress again.

“I’m really glad we got paired up for this class,” you admitted, straddling his legs. “Don’t think I would’ve ever considered you otherwise. But now I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”

“You sound so sweet when you beg.”

“Please,” he repeated, looking at you in utter need, his hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips.

“Shh,” you whispered back to him, reaching down to stroke his firm cock. He practically squeaked, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You’re awfully responsive, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” he all but moaned in response. “God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, honey,” you replied noncommittally, dragging his tip through your folds to gather the slick there. He let out a shaky groan, fingers tightening on your hips.

“Wait,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head.

You raised a brow, stopping your movements. “You alright?”

“Yeah. No, I’m… I am so good, you have no idea,” he mumbled quickly, still staring at you. “I just… I’d really like to be on top. If that’s okay.”

You chuckled, then nodded, obliging his request. You rolled off of him, laying on your back with your head in the pillows.

“Only because you asked so nice.”

“Thank you,” he said, whiny and needy as he moved between your legs. He let out a breathy moan as he slid his tip against you again. “You’re so soft. Wet.”

“I know.”

“Mm…”

He moaned, nearly looking like he could cry, as he started pushing into you. His eyes were glued to where you swallowed the head of his cock easily, brows knit together as he breathed heavy.

“God… fuck…” he whined, falling on top of you with his head in your neck, letting himself ease into you. You gasped softly when he finally bottomed out, feeling yourself gush around him. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So good.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply, carding your hand through his hair and tugging it softly.

He lifted his head to take off his glasses, setting them on your bedside table.

“Thank you. For letting me do this,” he whimpered, his face lowering back to your neck.

He started thrusting his hips against yours slowly, sucking and biting at your neck as you felt his cock drag along your walls almost teasingly. He breathed heavily, every little needy noise like music to your ears. You ran your nails across his back, wanting to mark him and make him remember you every waking moment of his life.

“You feel perfect,” he squeaked out, his hips starting to snap harder against yours as he grew more needy chasing his release. “I’ve had a crush on you all year. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You chuckled breathily, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hand gripped the sheets above your head. He moaned at every thrust, practically using your body to get himself off. Not that you minded. It was unbelievably hot to see him so desperate for you that he almost couldn’t help the way he pushed himself into you.

“I could cum inside you right now,” he moaned again, moving his head to kiss you once. “Promise I won’t. But I could… I’m so close.”

“You can cum anywhere you want.”

He groaned, kissing you again, all tongue and want. “Please… Take off the shirt. Wanna… your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” he begged, whining as he kept pushing into you. “Please. I’d do anything.”

“Okay, baby,” you complied with a self-satisfied smirk, tugging at your shirt until you were able to pull it over your head. You watched him as he eyes were drawn to your breasts bouncing in your bra before you pulled that off, too.

“Oh, god…”

“You like them, huh?”

“Love ‘em,” he groaned, gripping one of your tits roughly with his hand. “God.”

“Mm…” you moaned a little, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, I’m close, too.”

“Really?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. I’m… fuck, that’s so hot,” he said quickly, looking at you like you’d hung the stars just for him. “I– I’ll make you cum first. Promise.”

“Baby…”

“No, please. I wanna watch you,” he breathed out, eyes moving between your face and tits as he tried his damndest not to cum before you did.

You decided you’d be nice, just this once, and moved your hand between your bodies. You rubbed quick little circles around your clit as he kept railing you into the mattress, trying to get yourself to finish first. He whined as he kept going, squeezing his eyes shut as he clearly put in a lot of effort to hold himself off.

“You’re close?” he checked.

“Yeah. Really close. Almost there.”

“Mm…” he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.

That did it.

You gasped, moaning his name as you clenched hard around his dick, soaking him in your release as he thrusted as fast as he could manage. Though you were left empty only a few seconds later as he pulled out, just in time to shoot his seed all over your bare chest. He groaned wantonly, stroking himself a little bit as he finished.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice high pitched and whiny. “Holy fuck. Fuck.”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed, mouth hung open as he tried catching his breath. “Uh huh.”

“You’re adorable,” you chuckled, watching as he sat down next to you, still trying to breathe normally again.

He nodded. “God damn.”

You reached for the tissues on your bedside table, wiping the cum off of your breasts as Dave fell back onto your bed in a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at his actions, shaking your head.

“I think this makes our study sessions way more fun,” you offered after a moment.

Dave laughed breathlessly. “I think I’ll have to thank our professor.”

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