#ꗃ%jamieˑ༄

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✧.➷ secret sex w/ james.

original request here !

“come on baby…” he coos at you, eyes pouting. “know you can be quieter than that.” you try and cover your noises with your hand but fail.

“he’s gonna fucking hear.” he speaks lowly. your eyes widen when you remember that your brother is home. his hatred for james had been stewing for years...mostly consisting of petty arguments and hexes.

your brother had always warned you to stay away from james potter, but you couldn't help but love him.

“‘m sorry, jamie.” you whimper. “you just feel so good.”

he kisses the top of your head, hips rolling into yours faster.

you can’t help but moan out, he stops moving for a moment—staring at you intensely.

“be quiet or i’ll stop.” he grumbles out. “do y’want me to stop, angel? leave this pretty pussy all empty, hm?”

you squirm shaking your head rapidly. “no, please, no.”

you wrap your legs around his body to keep him from leaving. “i’ll be good, promise.”

he nods, snapping his hips back into yours.

“harder” you mewl, clinging to the bed sheets so hard your fingers cramp and your knuckles turn white.

he smiles down at you, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “i don’t know if you can take it, sweet thing.”

you peel your eyes open to pout up at him. “yes i can.”

“hmm…i don’t know.” he continues his cruel tutting and slow, shallow moments. “i’m barely doing anything and you’re practically screaming.”

“am not.”

he snaps his hips forward hard once and you gasp out.

“see?” his hands grip the skin of your hips tightly. “but if you’re so sure.”

he licks his lips, staring down at you curiously. “i wanna see how much you can really take.”

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✧.➷ james wants u to look at him

james has had you in this position only a few times before, although, this is the first time he is looking at all of you. usually you allow him to love you in the dark, with an oversized shirt of his around your frame––concealing yourself from him.

but this time the lights are on and you are completely bare.

you regret your romanticisation of the dark slightly with the way you can now see the hunger in his eyes. the desperation leaking from his feral mouth into your own. 

it’s daytime, the sunlight creeping into the room from the window that’s surrounded by cracked hardwood. he clutches your body intensely, keeping your hips in place. 

his tip rubbing against your bare clit, teasing you in a way that makes tears brim in your eyes. you whimper, clutching onto his shoulders––bucking your hips up achingly. 

“shh…” he coos when you whine again, letting his forehead fall onto your own. “i’ve got you.”

his thumbs dance along the outer parts of your stomach. you look up at him, silently begging for him to do something.

he smiles at your expression, it would annoy you if he didn’t have you so wound up. lining himself up at your entrance, he looks up at you again for a quick confirmation. 

“please, jamie.”

he enters you, slow at first, taking a moment to marvel in the way you feel. your eyes flutter closed as you let out an involuntary gasp, clinging onto his shoulders tighter.

tight fingers grip your jaw, making your eyes shoot open. james loosens his grip but his fingers remain attached to your jaw, “look at me.”

it’s the most forceful he’s ever spoken to you, you can’t help but clench down at his words.

he groans, abandoning all reason before connecting your mouth with his, tasting all the sweet sounds he gets you to make.

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✧.➷ how james kisses u.

he’s so impulsive

you can walk into a room and he’ll see

standing, smiling, looking so pretty

he can’t control his legs when he walks up to you

or his arms when he pulls you closer to him

and he can’t control the way he kisses u

especially not when he missed you

or if you look extra extra pretty

or if he’s feeling extra extra lovey

then he will literally kiss u like his life depends on it

he’ll grab ur face

pull you as close to him as possible

and kiss u like he’s trying to breath for u

or swallow all the air that’s in your lungs

it’s easy though

like it was something he made to do

he’ll kiss you any chance he gets

to say hello

goodmorning

goodnight

thank you

i’m sorry

i love you, i miss you, i want you, i need you

he likes quick kisses

soft, sweet kisses

rough, dominating kisses

slow, sensual kisses

but no matter how or why he kisses you…it’s always full of passion

cause jamie is very passionate abt u

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pretty little thing.

✟ ꙳ original request here ! i've been so excited to write for college!james and this was the perfect chance 😘💋❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ this is literally just be not knowing how sports/college sports work for abt 800 words ꙳ ✟

he was so nervous beforehand, of course he tried to pretend like he wasn’t but he knew him better than that. it was the first game of the year and james, who got a scholarship for playing this very sport, felt like he was the worst on the team.

when he was still in school, playing against other teenagers, it was easier to be better than everyone else. now, he felt like all his talents were nothing short of average. 

you tried to comfort him as best as you could and it helped most of the time, but right now as you watched james pace around his dorm room, you weren’t even sure if it would work.

“james, it’ll be fine, love.” you smile at him from your spot on the edge of his bed. “you’ll do great, know you will.”

he couldn’t even process your words, his nerves eating at him. so you try a different method, standing from the bed and smoothing down your glittery skirt. you stand in front of him and he doesn’t even look your way until you grab both sides of his face and pull him towards you. lips meeting his because he could always kiss you and make you forget everything––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, he’d kiss you and you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in his lungs. he filled you with his love and got you drunk off his tender kisses. you only hoped you could provide him the same comfort. you place a hand on his chest, smiling into his mouth when you feel his heartbeat calm down. you release his mouth, still smiling at him, “you’ll do great, jamie.”

and he did. he scored at the last seconds and they won the game. you were so proud.

you had hugged and kissed him afterwards, “i told you so’s” dripping from your lips. he kissed you again, making you feel all dizzy.

he took you back to his dorm room after you promised to stay the night. he’d put you on his bed, the still-fresh adrenaline leaking from his veins––––too enraptured with you and your body to care about the aching in his bones. 

“you were so good out there, angel.” he kissed up your neck, letting his hands trail up your skirt. you laugh at the fact that he was praising you for your cheers when he was the reason the team won the game. 

“no, you were so good.” you try to hold back moans with the way his lips felt trailing on his skin panting out loud instead. “i barely blinked so that i could watch the whole thing.”

he shoots you a look, his eyebrows raised. “oh, yeah? what’d you think?” 

“took everything not to drop my pompoms and kiss you when you scored those points at the end.”

“hmm, maybe you should have just done it.” he smiles into your flesh and it’s contagious. “would’ve loved it if everyone knew that i got so lucky to be able to call the prettiest cheerleader mine.”

he looked at you with lust blown eyes and you couldn’t help but grow excited, even if you knew he was worn out already. “james, you’re probably exhausted.”

he laughed, “not yet.”

which is how you ended up with your legs on his shoulders while he pounded into you relentlessly.

“s'like this is my reward for doing so well, hm?” his tone is so condescendingly sweet. “best prize in the world.”

he told you to leave your skirt on, opting to just pull it up instead of removing it completely. his eyes are trained to the way the shimmering cloth moves as he thrusted into you…seeing you in his colors especially after he won the game did something to him.

“tell me how good i did.” he’d pant above you and you can barely fucking a reply, it’s more of a moan actually…something akin to “so good, jamie.”

“say it again.” he moaned out, the sound making you clench around him. “come on, pretty little thing. one more time, please? needa hear it.”

‘so fucking good, jamie. you did s––oh shit.” your words get caught in your throat when he thrusts into you deeper. “fuck, james you’re doing so good.”

he can’t help but chuckle at how far gone you are, loving how only he could get you like this.

“you like being my prize, don’t you?” he’s teasing and you love it. he’s fucking you out of your mind so you can’t even answer his question so instead you just moan louder while he fucks with every once of his remaining energy.

“god, i love you. my little cheerleader.”

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a/n :: last night i had a dream abt this so i had to write for it obv!!

thinking abt james potter, and domestic life w him.

marriage.

james has told you many times that he breathes for you

from the moment he knew he loves u all he wanted was to start a family w u

james potter is the family man

marriage is a big thing to him and he always said

“i can’t wait to make you my wife.”

and he fucking meant it

he knew that u (obviously) wanted to wait until gradation to get engaged

so he waited

until literally the day u guys graduated

he was fucking committed too

he’d never propose half-assed

he’d most likely been planning it since u first started dating 😭

it’d be so thoughtful and catered to what he knows you’d like

bridezilla for sureeee

just once your special day to be perfect

he probably invited u to his bachelor party (much to sirius’ dismay)

u didn’t go and he pouted the whole time w/o u

wouldn’t get drunk before his wedding

cause he wouldn’t want to feel anything less than good the day of

hates not seeing u immediately but probably really wants to do the first look thingy (he’d pout the entire time though fs)

children.

wants a really weird number of kids

like seven or something

would totally understand and be fine if u don’t want that many

but he wants a big family

defo insists the names be something u mutually lovee

he’d be a great dad istg

he was born to be a father and husband istg

wants all the babies to look just like you

talks to ur stomach while pregnant

like a lot

full on (one sided) convos

it’s almost ridiculous but he’s cute so we let it slidee

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i just want james potter to hold me down and tell me i look pretty

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✧.➷ and i don't need anything other than u.

☆ || SUMMARY: (slight) jealous!james

☆ || CONTAINS: fingering, james being a lil bitch lowkey, abrupt ending, not proof read

☆ || WORD COUNT: 1k.

it was supposed to be fun.

a little outing with friends, your mutual friends. james had been excited for it all week––which is why you were shocked at his abrupt desire to get up and leave, sparing only quick goodbyes to your friends who got whiplash at his announcement of dispatch. he grabbed your arm and practically dragged you to your car.

you rode home in silence, well, he was silent––you tried to talk to him but your words fell on deaf ears.

now, you were home and he hadn’t spared you so much as glance before heading to your bedroom.

you followed him watching his shoulders tense shrugs underneath his shirt. although his back was turned to you, you knew it when he reached up to undo the first few buttons of his shirt. messing up his clothes or his hair was something he only does when he’s under stress. 

you walked up to him, reaching out to grab his arm. “james? what’s wrong? baby––you gotta talk to me.”

with a sigh, he turned around to face you. for a while, he just stared. the look in his eye was one you could not decipher. 

he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again and shaking his head. he just kept looking at you and then took both your hands in his, holding them for a moment before dropping them. “i’m gonna take a shower.”

you blinked at his tone, the words sounding almost like an invitation but he walked away before you could ask.

it was like you had no control over your feet. as if suddenly––you appeared in front of the bathroom door, knocked, and awaited permission to enter. 

“come in.” you can vaguely hear him over the pelting shower. 

you open the bathroom door, the warmth coming from the water immediately wafts over you.

all of a sudden, you abhor the shower curtain. you want to see him, to look in his eyes and get a true feel of his mood but the fact that he’s hidden from you makes that impossible. you clear your throat, shutting the bathroom door softly behind you. 

“can i join you?” your question is cautious, ready for any reply. he pauses for a long moment, the sound of water falling is like static to your ears.

“okay.”

you remove your clothes quickly, drawing back the curtain and stepping into the shower.

his back is facing you and you take advantage of the exposed skin. placing a few soft kisses to his flesh before adding some soap onto a rag and cleaning his back carefully. 

he sighs, his body melting into yours. when you finish, he turns around, his eyes home to a dazed look. 

he’s not looking at you, more behind you—like he’s afraid to meet your eyes. 

“james, what can i do? let me help.” you swallow thickly, growing very aware of the heat in the shower and your clothless bodies.

“don’t talk just—“ he sighs like he’s frustrated with himself. “just let me kiss you? please?” 

you nod, tilting your head up so that he can pull your face to his. his kiss ghosts over your mouth, so soft and tender it makes your knees buckle. 

you relax into his arms around your waist, loving how easily he can reduce you to a mess of moans and naked flesh. 

he pushes you into the wall, the cold tile making you hiss but he swallows it––searching and begging for you with the way his mouth moves with yours.

his hands trail down your hips, onto the back of your thighs––his fingers find your center without breaking the kiss, he pulls away from your lips only far enough to rest his forehead on your own. 

he touches you methodically, every movement practiced and perfected and incredibly, painfully slow.

“go faster.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes peering into his. you see it in the way his face sparks in annoyance that he has no intention of being nice tonight. “please, baby…go faster?”

“you’re so greedy. you let that guy flirt with you only to come back home and beg for me.” 

you open your mouth to defend yourself only for him to roll his eyes and speed up anyway, his fingers slipping inside of you and setting an unkind pace. 

he watches as you mewl and squirm in his hold, a huff leaving his mouth. “did you forget your manners? you really are desperate, huh?”

“thank you! i’m sorry.” you rush out, figuring out the source of his anger within his possessiveness.

“no one else could ever make me feel the way you do.” you feed against his jealousy and the desire to tease him. you told him you’d help, so that’s what you’re going to do.

“only me?” he pants against your face.

you nod, hands tangling in the hairs that lay on the base of his neck. pressing chaste kisses to the corner of his mouth. “only you.”

his eyes flicker with pride but his movements never falter.

your stomach tightens and you squeeze your eyes shut––silent screams exhaling through your agape mouth.

“look at you.” he tuts, the sound of his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth enters your ears. you open your eyes to look at him but he gaze is fixed on his fingers moving in and out of you. “s’like you’re trying to trap me inside you.”

he laughs, it comes from deep within his chest. your legs tremble as your body convulses under the weight of your orgasm.

he rides it out, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you’ve stopped shaking. 

your eyes are squeezed together so tightly, when you open them again your vision is blurred for a moment. he’s staring at you…that unreadable emotion still stuck in his eyes, damn those eyes. on a normal day, him looking at you would have you buckling at the knees. you loved the way he looked at you liked you were the only thing keeping him breathing.

but today, right now, he’s angry. he grabs your face abruptly, forcing you out of your own mind. you open your mouth to speak but he kisses you, stealing the breath right out of your lungs and into his greedily. 

without warning, he breaks away from you. 

you feel his abrupt movements and hold onto him, desperate to keep him close. “relax…” he laughs but rolls his eyes at you again.

“you’ve made such a mess, someone ought to clean it, hm?”

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✧.➷ shower sex w james

original request here!

he was relentless.

fucking you up against the shower wall until legs gave out and you could no longer stand for yourself. “james–it’s too much.” you whined before resting your full weight against the cold tile behind you. his head rested in the crook of your neck, the smell of you making him turn almost animalistic. 

you felt so full of him, the noises you made almost drowned out by the sound of the pelting water. you could hear your heart beating, as you clenched around him. your orgasm taking you over and he helps you ride it out.

“jamie…please–” your words get caught by a short moan. “i can’t take anymore…”

he huffed, grabbing you by your thighs and maneuvering your bodies until your back hit the glass door to the shower.

he adjusted you, all the moving causing him to hit a spot so deep inside you it made you see stars.

“shit, james…i can’t.”

he mocked your pout, slowing his hips to stare at you curiously. “thought you liked it when i fuck you this, huh?” 

“i do!” you whine, eyes rolling back as speeds up his movements again. 

“so what’s the problem?” he rolls his eyes at you, causing your pout to deepen.

you don’t respond—you can’t, because he’s fucking you so good it takes the words right out of your mouth.

you can barely make out a weak call of his name before your eyes roll back. 

“do you want me to stop?”

tears brim im your eyes at the suggestion. you shake your head rapidly. “no, please don’t.”

“god, you feel so good, angel.” his words are barely coherent. “how’d i get so lucky? this perfect pussy all for me…” he boasts, a boyish grin attached to his face. 

it’s all you can do to slump in his hold and feel the way he throbs inside you while his eyes watch your every reaction. the grunts he made making you clench around him.

“how are you so good at that?” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.. “how are you so damn good ?”

he ignores you, fucking you harder, his grip on your hips tighten the more your squirm in his hold.

“it’s too much, james.” your legs have begun to shake by now.

“hey,” he coos, his words a lot more tender than his movements. “you can take it, baby, know you can.”

you nod but you don’t know if you believe him.

“look so pretty like this, dovie.” 

his rhythm is as persistent as it is cruel and unrelenting.

“i’m gonna cum, baby.” he whimpers, his forehead pressed against yours as he pounds into you relentlessly. 

“please…” you can’t help but nod, locking your arms around him tightly.

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✧.➷ like you'll never love again.

☆ || original request here !

☆ || CONTAINS: angsty smut. barely any dialogue.

☆ || WORD COUNT: 787!

you feel the movement of his hands—feeling you. unlike all the other times where he’s felt you up like he couldn’t touch you everywhere fast enough, he took his time with you.

when he pressed his lips to yours, you couldn’t help but melt into him and relish in the way he tasted. you couldn't even call it kiss really, more of him trying to memorize your mouth. swirling his tongue around, lips smacking against yours—it was messy but you let him anyway, parting your lips further to give him more room.

he needed this, and you did too.

you’d been arguing with him for so long you almost forgot what silence was like. but now, the room was almost dangerously silent if it weren't for the sounds of your heavy breathing.

he trailed down your body, stripping you bare as he went.

he stopped at your stomach, slowly placing little kisses there.

“can i…” he breathed out deep, barely able to ask the question without his voice shaking. “can i taste you?”

you allowed your hands to dance in his hair, shutting your eyes tightly to stop yourself from letting persistent tears fall.

“yes.”

at your agreement, his head sunk down in between your legs.

his desperation to savor you for the last time led him to not allowing even a drop of you to escape his tongue. you couldn’t help the moans that you let out, you couldn’t help the tears that brimmed in your eyes either.

you relax into him—gaze fixed on the way he devoured you.

“jamie…i’m gonna—“

even when he made you feel terrible, he could always make you feel so good.

“come for me, please. i need it.” you shivered at his words, gripping his hair while your body convulsed around him.

you closed your eyes again, listening to the sound of his belt buckle being undone.

you felt his hands trailing up and down your spread thighs, his breathing was heavy in the noiseless room.

he didn’t tease you, sliding into you slowly. you gasped, your hand going up to cover your mouth. he gripped it, covering your palm with his while interlacing your fingers together.

it was painful but not physically, it hurt the way he filled you up so perfectly. the way he looked at you with a silent acknowledgment…this would be the last time.

it hurt you because it felt so good, because you’d never get to have him like this again.

“you feel so…” you sniffled a little, laughing at yourself for crying. “so good.”

he kissed away your tears, some of his own falling down his cheeks despite himself.

james always did like the intimacy of having you like this. it was a way to show you how he felt about you rather than just tell you.

and for the first time since the first time, james potter was not fucking you——not making love to you…he was saying goodbye.

you began to whine as he started to move entirely too slow. you knew he was trying to savor the moment but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was still torturing you for your earlier arguments.

“you can take it, know you can.” he panted above you.

“james…” your voice rasped in a way you did not recognize, your eyes met his as your legs began to tremble.

“i know, angel. i know, i know.” he melted down so his head was in the crook of your neck and his arms were around your frame, bracing your body against his——trapping you against the warmth of his chest.

“i don’t ever wanna stop.” if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have been able to make out the barely coherent sentence. he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his head jostle with every thrust. “tell me to stop or i never will.”

while he wishes he could do this forever, you both have learned that this will end.

your hands gripped his hair again, which was easily one of your favorite features of james.

“please, don’t stop. i don’t want you to, not yet.” you pull his hair just a little to make him look at you. “i wanna feel it tomorrow, make me feel it.”

he groaned, the sound itself almost enough to make you cum again. “you were always so good for me, weren’t you?”

you clench down on him instinctively at his praise.

“don’t do that, i won’t last much longer if you do that.”

you hum, allowing him to take you for as long as he needed to…until it was over. then he’d leave, and the love that you two shared for so long will be gone with him.

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thinking of...teasing james

who begs to fuck you on a day where he’s particularly needy. you deny (teasingly) and he knows you’re just trying to rile him up. he's a good boy so he waits out his underserved punishment until you make one, small, snide remark...but it’s enough to send him over the edge.

“s'not like you could make me feel good anyways.”

so abandoning all reason, he takes you...over and over again until your begging for mercy. he'd leaving you frazzled an unable to say anything but his name. then he'd kiss you, sweetly and softly, before whispering in your ear...

“and you said i couldn’t make you feel good.”

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✧.➷ first time w/ jamie

“my little angel, aren’t you?” he hummed at you, eyes swarming with the love he held for you.

you don’t reply, instead focusing on the way his palms felt on your tits—the way he touched you, like he wasn’t trying to do anything except feel you and learn everything inch of you.

he admired the way your skin felt against his own––his big, rough, calloused, hands against your soft skin. he felt the thin strap of your lace underwear, teasing you as he quickly traced over your clothed clit.

“can i take these off you?” he whispers, words as gentle as his hands. you pause, swallow deeply, and blink twice before clearing your throat.

“yes.”

he pauses his movements––probably sensing your hesitance––looking up at you with curious eyes. “are you sure? we don’t have to keep going…”

“no––” you rush out, a little too quickly. you take a deep breath and look at him again. “i wanna keep going…i’m just nervous…”

his hands dip to the part of your leg where knee meets thigh, softly caressing. “why are you nervous, angel?”

you look down sheepishly, clearing your throat. “i…i wanna make you feel good…but i don’t know how.”

you swallow deeply, trying to focus on anything except his wandering hands. “can you tell me––how?”

he hums, leaning down to place kisses at your exposed thighs, learning what you like.

“james!” you find yourself unable to control your volume when he begins to suck and bite at your flesh.

he smiles. a cheesy, smug grin that you can feel on your leg. “that’s all i want, baby. lemme hear how good i make you feel? that’s all i want, can you do that for me?”

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thoughts on james potter x shy!reader at a party. i feel like he’d stick by your side the whole time to make sure you’re comfortable. 🫶🏼🫶🏼

no because ur so right

he’d be so attentive!! 🙌🙌

literally would stick to you like glue

it’d be practically impossible to pry his hand away from yours 

he’d use the excuse, “i jus like holding ur hand”

and he’d give you the pouty eyes so you believe him

but in truth, he’s scared to lose u in the crowd 😭

“james.” you sigh, looking up at him.

his head shoots up, eyes wide as he looks down at you. “everything okay? do we need to leave?”

you smile at him but shake your head. “no it’s just—“

“it’s okay, we can leave if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“no i don’t—“

“are you feeling claustrophobic?”

“no i just need to tie my shoe…” you’d tug a little on his hand to signal him to let go––which he’d do, reluctantly but still…

he jus wants to make sure ur okay

he may go a lil overboard but he’s (a little) eccentric and parties are his element 

he doesn’t know how to act when he learns they make u uncomfortable 

which is the last thing he would ever want

“are you okay?” he asks for the third time, his hands reaching to embrace yours which has been fidgeting.

“it’s so loud.” you laugh a little under your breath, embarrassed that the volume of a college party shocks you.

“i know…” he studies you, checking for any true sign of uncomfort in your face. “if you wanna leave, we can go.”

you shake your head “no’s” sprouting from your lips over the music.

“it’s fine,” you pause to look at him in his eyes. “i’m fine.”

but you’d rly have to convince him that ur ack fine…😭

like… this man would not believe you if you didn’t have 100% certainty  in your voice

“r u sure, ur sure??”

and when y'all get home, he’d be all over you!!

not even in like a sexual way

but like

“m’ so proud of you, angel”

he’d shower with you but he’d probably do that whether or not you liked parties

gotta was that party air off y’know 😩

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can't believe james potter is the only man to ever exist.

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